[On the station, every kiss had felt like one stolen. There was always something: some new issue in the infirmary, another crewmate knocking at the door. The real privacy they now share feels like an incredible luxury, even moreso after weeks of restraint. In retrospect, this last week feels like a waste. Trying to delay the inevitable was a fool's errand. They were the ones who'd wanted to live under one roof, weren't they?
But he has Stephen now. They can make up for lost time, easy.
Yujin laughs quietly, breathlessly, at Stephen's words. Always quick-witted, this one. At first, Yujin doesn't answer, merely relishing in the feeling of closeness, their foreheads resting against each other. Then he angles away. A moment later he renews that closeness, intensifies it. Yujin reaches out to touch Stephen's body, a broad hand mapping its way across his chest; he presses a kiss to the line of Stephen's jaw. Any lower and he'll feel Stephen's heartbeat, thrumming quietly just below the skin.]
Whatever we like, for once. [murmurs Yujin.] I'm not picky.
I'm only sorry that it took me EIGHTY YEARS to return, here we go
[ An unsteady exhale as close comfort shifts into something else: Yujin's hand at his chest, his mouth pressed to his jaw making unspoken promises that for once they're going to keep. It's not as though they've not been close before. He can't make a single claim to innocence with or independent of Yujin Mikotoba, but this isn't kisses thieved in briefly empty corridors, isn't barely daring to put hands to skin under threat of a crewmate finding them with their hands shoved into the folds of one another's clothes like a pair of frantic teenagers.
They're not teenagers. Neither of them have been teenagers for a very long time. And here the surroundings finally suit - suit a little too well, maybe, for either of them, but the illusion's nice. A house of their own. A bedroom with one bed, soft sheets, curtains pulled across a window to the outside world.
One hand moves to card his fingers into the hair behind Yujin's ear while the other stretches out, avoiding the glasses at his bedside to switch on the little lamp, cast a small warm glow over the pair of them as he angles his chin aside to encourage Yujin's quiet exploration. ]
I'm sure we'll think of something.
when i said 'eventually' it looks like i meant 'in my next tag' ok yujin
[When Stephen switches the light back on, Yujin pauses. It's good to look at him, he thinks, without haste and no longer burdened by secrecy. There's no hurry anymore. This space, and these moments, are their own for at least a little while: he can let his eyes rest on Stephen Strange as long as he likes.
But he's no innocent, either-- and, given the opportunity to explore Stephen without interruption, he's sure as hell not going to waste it.]
I have a few ideas already.
[When he kisses him again, it's hot and open-mouthed, with a teasing graze of teeth: not enough to leave a mark, but enough to flirt with its possibility. His hand skims lower, following the plane of Stephen's chest down to his lower abdomen; at last, Yujin's fingers dip below the waistband of his pajamas, massaging his length over his underwear.]
A startled laugh gets caught in his throat, locked into silence before the rest of his breath huffs out on brief and wordless sound as those teeth graze at him. The hand in Yujin's hair curves around to the back of his head, curls its fingers, blunt nails dragging over his scalp. ]
I'm listening.
[ Not that any further explanation is actually needed. Message received loud and clear as it happens, his approval taking very little time to make itself apparent under Yujin's touch.
Hips cant shallowly up into his hand as Stephen's other searches out skin, catching at the hem of his pajama shirt, sneaking up under to press his palm to Yujin's back and dig in with his fingertips. ]
[Yujin's breath catches in his throat as he drinks in Stephen's touch-- his hand in his hair, the roll of Stephen's hips pushing his growing hardness into his hand, his fingers digging into Yujin's skin. It's almost a shame he needs to move away to take off his own clothes. Reluctantly, he pulls back, but only to tug his shirt up over his head. It slips through his fingers, falling abandoned onto the bedroom floor.
As he settles back into Stephen's embrace, skin against skin, Yujin hesitates, simply taking in the feeling. Then he kisses him again, leaning into him enough to tip the two of them back onto the bed.]
Yeah. [ Ghosted out against Yujin's mouth, breathless - delighted - just at being asked.
Stephen's already reaching for him, clasping the nape of his neck as he sneaks his other hand between them, reveling in free access, dragging fingertips through the hair of his chest and down over his torso— it's a spike of thrilled adrenaline that distracts him long enough to abandon both points of contact, hands dropping to catch Yujin by the backs of his thighs, haul his hips easily into line with Stephen's. Stronger than he might look.
From there it's easy to skim back up over his hip by route of a playful grasp of his ass, tracking the same path Yujin had for him as he eases fingers beneath his waistband, seeking out the shape of him through thin cotton and leaning up to catch him in another kiss. ]
[Yujin expects Stephen to oblige him, but not to be grabbed. Nor does he anticipate that the other man's strong enough to move him so easily. He utters a soft gasp of surprise as Stephen pulls him closer, his face prickling with heat-- maybe still just the buzz from drinking earlier, he pretends-- but when he grabs his ass, Yujin actually lets out an incredulous chuckle. He could get used to this.]
Stephen-- [he breathes, amused, only to be interrupted: seems like they're much too eager for each other to play their usual game.
Stephen catches him by the mouth, and Yujin, encouragingly bucking his hips forward into his hand, hums approvingly as he deepens the kiss. He reaches for Stephen's other hand, guiding him by the wrist to the waistband of his pants, then brushing fingers against the back of his palm. Hopefully, the these should be off message is clear enough-- he's enjoying himself too much to say it with words.]
[ It doesn't take much work to translate, not when Stephen wholeheartedly agrees. In fact, it takes about as long for Stephen to get the message as it does for him to see it enacted: distracted by the heat of Yujin's mouth, by wanting him, it's just a quick thoughtless shift of that guided hand into enough space between their bodies to waft precisely through the air—
And what's left of what they both had on is folded neatly over the back of a plush chair in the corner of the room. Stephen realises what he's done a second too late, freezing momentarily in place, a startled half-breath dragged in as he creates an inch of space between their faces, hand frozen where it had just been working into the rhythm of Yujin's eager hips.
Hushed, after a suspended beat filled with a few panted breaths: ] This okay?
[ Not that it wasn't where they were headed. Just maybe not in quite so few steps. ]
[One moment, he's trying to get their pants off; the next, he's... naked? Already?
Yujin blinks, tilting his head to peer between their bodies despite the awkward angle. Yes: quite naked. Always with the magic, isn't it-- even now. His expression's bemused as he stares down at Stephen, cheeks flushed faintly, his chest steadily rising and falling as he catches his own breath.]
Yes. Perfect. [Yujin pushes a stray lock of hair away from Stephen's forehead, then gives him a short, grateful kiss.] Just don't skip past too much of the fun.
[And with a few steps removed few steps from the process, they can get right to business. Before Stephen can pick up where he'd left off, Yujin wraps a loose fist around both their lengths. He's hard now, a bead of precum already spilling from the head of his cock; he smears it away with his thumb before he begins to stroke them off together. Yujin sighs, satisfied at the feeling of Stephen's growing erection pressing into his own.]
Now, [he continues, voice a little rougher,] you've finally got me to yourself. I'd like to hear some of your ideas.
[ The brush of his hair, the communicative kiss. It feeds him, settles him, sets his heart racing even more than their nakedness, even more than the promise of what it means.
Or at least, more for a moment. More for exactly as long as it take for Yujin - wicked, wonderful man - to curl fingers and palm around the pair of them together. Stephen lets out a soft little sound of surprise, pleasant surprise, gaze dropping down to bear witness for a second before flitting up again, seeking Yujin, mouth caught in the distracted, delighted curve of a an almost disbelieving smile.
If Stephen can be relied upon to be always with the magic, Yujin can most certainly be relied upon to be always with the surprises. Always with the something else nestled under the veneer of the polite Professor. He always thinks he's got his number, always convinced he won't be surprised the next time. They've had long enough together now that he shouldn't be. He always is.
So Yujin's voice goes rough and Stephen's eyes go briefly half-lidded, and through it he's called to think. Well, lucky for the both of them he's done a startling amount of thinking on this particular topic already. He gives himself a second to settle into sensation, luxuriate in the experience of Yujin pressed against and around him, then tilts his face to press a string of hungry little kisses to his lips. Stephen's hand, robbed of its previous vocation, skates over the other man's hip and around again to the swell of his ass, grazing a teasing palm lightly over his skin before treating himself to another firm grip.
It will not come as too much of a surprise to Yujin, he thinks, to rediscover without the barrier of cloth that Stephen Strange is an ass man. ]
I think it would be easier to show you. [ Murmured low and rich against Yujin's mouth as his hips start to roll into contact, and for all he's trying briefly to be as suave as the man atop him seems so effortlessly to be, his breath falls in a sudden heavy gust when a stroke hits just right. ] —Yujin. God -
[ He laughs then, a breathless, helpless thing. It's been a while, and they've spent the last however long exchanging furtive kisses in bedrooms and on bridges and under the fluorescent glow of hallway lights. They really might as well be teenagers. He almost feels like one.
[What can he say? Keeping Stephen guessing has quickly become a favorite pastime of Yujin's. Unexpected-- magical, really-- as everything about Dr. Stephen Strange is, taking him by surprise always feels like its own little victory. Like catching a trick of the light; like being taken into the confidence of a new secret. Each time is a chance to spot another facet of Stephen, when there's only so much time left to figure him out.
Savoring that time, savoring Stephen's mouth as it takes kisses so freely given, Yujin wants to know him. Wants him, skin flush to hot skin. And apparently, Stephen wants him, too. Yujin utters an appreciative noise as the other man's hand skirts over his hip, then grabs his ass. Rocks himself into Yujin, sighing out his name.
Like Stephen, he's had his own matching dry spell. Even before the Ximilia, Yujin had had no space in his busy life for affairs of any kind-- or, perhaps, he'd just stopped himself from making room for them. But now, not only wanted, but desired again at long last? A shiver of pleasurable anticipation traces its way down his spine, heat pooling low in his abdomen; he feels himself twitch, needy, stilling himself against Stephen's hardness with his fingers.
Stephen laughs, then. Instantly, that breathless sound fixes itself in Yujin's heart.]
Then show me.
[He spreads his thighs, soft give above still-sturdy muscle. Yujin straddles Stephen's waist then sits up again slowly, a palm braced on Stephen's stomach. He can hardly keep the thrill he feels in his chest out of his voice when he speaks.]
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nsfw eventually sorry not sorry
[On the station, every kiss had felt like one stolen. There was always something: some new issue in the infirmary, another crewmate knocking at the door. The real privacy they now share feels like an incredible luxury, even moreso after weeks of restraint. In retrospect, this last week feels like a waste. Trying to delay the inevitable was a fool's errand. They were the ones who'd wanted to live under one roof, weren't they?
But he has Stephen now. They can make up for lost time, easy.
Yujin laughs quietly, breathlessly, at Stephen's words. Always quick-witted, this one. At first, Yujin doesn't answer, merely relishing in the feeling of closeness, their foreheads resting against each other. Then he angles away. A moment later he renews that closeness, intensifies it. Yujin reaches out to touch Stephen's body, a broad hand mapping its way across his chest; he presses a kiss to the line of Stephen's jaw. Any lower and he'll feel Stephen's heartbeat, thrumming quietly just below the skin.]
Whatever we like, for once. [murmurs Yujin.] I'm not picky.
I'm only sorry that it took me EIGHTY YEARS to return, here we go
They're not teenagers. Neither of them have been teenagers for a very long time. And here the surroundings finally suit - suit a little too well, maybe, for either of them, but the illusion's nice. A house of their own. A bedroom with one bed, soft sheets, curtains pulled across a window to the outside world.
One hand moves to card his fingers into the hair behind Yujin's ear while the other stretches out, avoiding the glasses at his bedside to switch on the little lamp, cast a small warm glow over the pair of them as he angles his chin aside to encourage Yujin's quiet exploration. ]
I'm sure we'll think of something.
when i said 'eventually' it looks like i meant 'in my next tag' ok yujin
But he's no innocent, either-- and, given the opportunity to explore Stephen without interruption, he's sure as hell not going to waste it.]
I have a few ideas already.
[When he kisses him again, it's hot and open-mouthed, with a teasing graze of teeth: not enough to leave a mark, but enough to flirt with its possibility. His hand skims lower, following the plane of Stephen's chest down to his lower abdomen; at last, Yujin's fingers dip below the waistband of his pajamas, massaging his length over his underwear.]
i love him
A startled laugh gets caught in his throat, locked into silence before the rest of his breath huffs out on brief and wordless sound as those teeth graze at him. The hand in Yujin's hair curves around to the back of his head, curls its fingers, blunt nails dragging over his scalp. ]
I'm listening.
[ Not that any further explanation is actually needed. Message received loud and clear as it happens, his approval taking very little time to make itself apparent under Yujin's touch.
Hips cant shallowly up into his hand as Stephen's other searches out skin, catching at the hem of his pajama shirt, sneaking up under to press his palm to Yujin's back and dig in with his fingertips. ]
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As he settles back into Stephen's embrace, skin against skin, Yujin hesitates, simply taking in the feeling. Then he kisses him again, leaning into him enough to tip the two of them back onto the bed.]
Touch me? [he murmurs, voice low and wanting.]
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Stephen's already reaching for him, clasping the nape of his neck as he sneaks his other hand between them, reveling in free access, dragging fingertips through the hair of his chest and down over his torso— it's a spike of thrilled adrenaline that distracts him long enough to abandon both points of contact, hands dropping to catch Yujin by the backs of his thighs, haul his hips easily into line with Stephen's. Stronger than he might look.
From there it's easy to skim back up over his hip by route of a playful grasp of his ass, tracking the same path Yujin had for him as he eases fingers beneath his waistband, seeking out the shape of him through thin cotton and leaning up to catch him in another kiss. ]
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Stephen-- [he breathes, amused, only to be interrupted: seems like they're much too eager for each other to play their usual game.
Stephen catches him by the mouth, and Yujin, encouragingly bucking his hips forward into his hand, hums approvingly as he deepens the kiss. He reaches for Stephen's other hand, guiding him by the wrist to the waistband of his pants, then brushing fingers against the back of his palm. Hopefully, the these should be off message is clear enough-- he's enjoying himself too much to say it with words.]
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And what's left of what they both had on is folded neatly over the back of a plush chair in the corner of the room. Stephen realises what he's done a second too late, freezing momentarily in place, a startled half-breath dragged in as he creates an inch of space between their faces, hand frozen where it had just been working into the rhythm of Yujin's eager hips.
Hushed, after a suspended beat filled with a few panted breaths: ] This okay?
[ Not that it wasn't where they were headed. Just maybe not in quite so few steps. ]
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Yujin blinks, tilting his head to peer between their bodies despite the awkward angle. Yes: quite naked. Always with the magic, isn't it-- even now. His expression's bemused as he stares down at Stephen, cheeks flushed faintly, his chest steadily rising and falling as he catches his own breath.]
Yes. Perfect. [Yujin pushes a stray lock of hair away from Stephen's forehead, then gives him a short, grateful kiss.] Just don't skip past too much of the fun.
[And with a few steps removed few steps from the process, they can get right to business. Before Stephen can pick up where he'd left off, Yujin wraps a loose fist around both their lengths. He's hard now, a bead of precum already spilling from the head of his cock; he smears it away with his thumb before he begins to stroke them off together. Yujin sighs, satisfied at the feeling of Stephen's growing erection pressing into his own.]
Now, [he continues, voice a little rougher,] you've finally got me to yourself. I'd like to hear some of your ideas.
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Or at least, more for a moment. More for exactly as long as it take for Yujin - wicked, wonderful man - to curl fingers and palm around the pair of them together. Stephen lets out a soft little sound of surprise, pleasant surprise, gaze dropping down to bear witness for a second before flitting up again, seeking Yujin, mouth caught in the distracted, delighted curve of a an almost disbelieving smile.
If Stephen can be relied upon to be always with the magic, Yujin can most certainly be relied upon to be always with the surprises. Always with the something else nestled under the veneer of the polite Professor. He always thinks he's got his number, always convinced he won't be surprised the next time. They've had long enough together now that he shouldn't be. He always is.
So Yujin's voice goes rough and Stephen's eyes go briefly half-lidded, and through it he's called to think. Well, lucky for the both of them he's done a startling amount of thinking on this particular topic already. He gives himself a second to settle into sensation, luxuriate in the experience of Yujin pressed against and around him, then tilts his face to press a string of hungry little kisses to his lips. Stephen's hand, robbed of its previous vocation, skates over the other man's hip and around again to the swell of his ass, grazing a teasing palm lightly over his skin before treating himself to another firm grip.
It will not come as too much of a surprise to Yujin, he thinks, to rediscover without the barrier of cloth that Stephen Strange is an ass man. ]
I think it would be easier to show you. [ Murmured low and rich against Yujin's mouth as his hips start to roll into contact, and for all he's trying briefly to be as suave as the man atop him seems so effortlessly to be, his breath falls in a sudden heavy gust when a stroke hits just right. ] —Yujin. God -
[ He laughs then, a breathless, helpless thing. It's been a while, and they've spent the last however long exchanging furtive kisses in bedrooms and on bridges and under the fluorescent glow of hallway lights. They really might as well be teenagers. He almost feels like one.
It feels electric. ]
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Savoring that time, savoring Stephen's mouth as it takes kisses so freely given, Yujin wants to know him. Wants him, skin flush to hot skin. And apparently, Stephen wants him, too. Yujin utters an appreciative noise as the other man's hand skirts over his hip, then grabs his ass. Rocks himself into Yujin, sighing out his name.
Like Stephen, he's had his own matching dry spell. Even before the Ximilia, Yujin had had no space in his busy life for affairs of any kind-- or, perhaps, he'd just stopped himself from making room for them. But now, not only wanted, but desired again at long last? A shiver of pleasurable anticipation traces its way down his spine, heat pooling low in his abdomen; he feels himself twitch, needy, stilling himself against Stephen's hardness with his fingers.
Stephen laughs, then. Instantly, that breathless sound fixes itself in Yujin's heart.]
Then show me.
[He spreads his thighs, soft give above still-sturdy muscle. Yujin straddles Stephen's waist then sits up again slowly, a palm braced on Stephen's stomach. He can hardly keep the thrill he feels in his chest out of his voice when he speaks.]
Whatever you want is yours.