I've picked the Arranged Marriage Fuckery back up, though it's been slow goingâbecause the universe conspires against my free time. Still, it's been great getting back into writing goyuu. I missed these clowns over the last 2+ months.
So here, have another mini WIP Wed entry, in which area man is big mad that his son-in-law is fucking his unlawfully wedded husband instead of him.
Satoru circles the futon and then steps delicately onto it, placing his feet on either side of Yuujiâs pinned hips. Everything about him, from the stance to the half-lidded glow of his eyes, radiates unmistakable intent.
âWait,â Yuuji rasps. âNot here, notââ
ââin your marriage bed?â Satoru completes for him, a corner of his mouth curling up like a scythe. âFunny. I didnât think youâd be the type to hold that sort of thing sacred.â
âFushiguroââ Yuuji cuts off with a moan as mean pressure assaults his cock, and it takes him a moment to realize that Satoruâs stepping on it.
âNow, now, donât go moaning another manâs name while youâre in bed with me.â The big toe digs pointedly into the base of Yuujiâs cock, making him freeze all over. âI might take offense.â
âThatâs my husband,â Yuuji hisses. âYou made us marry.â
âAnd you wanted out of that arrangement,â Satoru says coolly. âI indulged you, Yuujiâwith my own body, even. Is this how you thank me?â
âIs this how Iââ Yuuji repeats, too incredulous to finish the sentence. âWhat the fuck are you talking about?!â
âDonât play the fool. It doesnât suit you.â
Yuuji could almost laugh. âThatâs exactly what Fushiguro said too. Canât believe this is what youâve got in common.â
âAnd what would this be?â Satoru asks in a tone that doesnât exactly invite an answer.
Yuuji answers anyway: âPetty jealousy.â
âPetty,â Satoru echoes, his tone and expression both thoughtful. âIf thatâs what helps you sleep at night.â
âThatâs notââ Yuuji shuts his mouth and closes his eyes, dragging in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He opens his eyes slowly too, meeting Satoruâs gaze. Itâs a blistering blue, and Yuuji will never be immune, but heâs weathered worse. âWhat do you want from me, Satoru?â
âAll of you,â Satoru says very softly. âIf you canât give me that, sweetheart, Iâll just have to take it.â










