I've picked the Arranged Marriage Fuckery back up, though it's been slow going—because 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 Yuuji’s pinned hips. Everything about him, from the stance to the half-lidded glow of his eyes, radiates unmistakable intent.
“Wait,” Yuuji rasps. “Not here, not—”
“—in your marriage bed?” Satoru completes for him, a corner of his mouth curling up like a scythe. “Funny. I didn’t think you’d be the type to hold that sort of thing sacred.”
“Fushiguro—” Yuuji cuts off with a moan as mean pressure assaults his cock, and it takes him a moment to realize that Satoru’s stepping on it.
“Now, now, don’t go moaning another man’s name while you’re in bed with me.” The big toe digs pointedly into the base of Yuuji’s cock, making him freeze all over. “I might take offense.”
“That’s my husband,” Yuuji hisses. “You made us marry.”
“And you wanted out of that arrangement,” Satoru says coolly. “I indulged you, Yuuji—with my own body, even. Is this how you thank me?”
“Is this how I—” Yuuji repeats, too incredulous to finish the sentence. “What the fuck are you talking about?!”
“Don’t play the fool. It doesn’t suit you.”
Yuuji could almost laugh. “That’s exactly what Fushiguro said too. Can’t believe this is what you’ve got in common.”
“And what would this be?” Satoru asks in a tone that doesn’t exactly invite an answer.
Yuuji answers anyway: “Petty jealousy.”
“Petty,” Satoru echoes, his tone and expression both thoughtful. “If that’s what helps you sleep at night.”
“That’s not—” 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 Satoru’s gaze. It’s a blistering blue, and Yuuji will never be immune, but he’s weathered worse. “What do you want from me, Satoru?”
“All of you,” Satoru says very softly. “If you can’t give me that, sweetheart, I’ll just have to take it.”
