Yuusei is sleeping across his lap peacefully and he can't help but feel just a bit proud of himself as he sees how the darker-haired youth is breathing slowly, his eyes fully closed and his limbs sprawled in each and every direction. Jack smirks slightly and sets a hand in Yuusei's dark hair, feeling how thick it is against his fingers and palm. Yuusei, he thinks quietly, pondering upon the name, saying it over and over again in his head, mouthing it until every molecule of air surrounding him is filled with the two syllables. Yuusei...

Speaking of, he feels Yuuei shift in his lap, stretching momentarily as he is draped over his thighs, stomach down and body limp and heavy, such dead weight pushing against him. But he doesn't really care at this point because the satisfaction is still there. The satisfaction of being the one who, at the end of the day, Yuusei strides over to and collapses on in odd and and endless array of positions that he talks to him in as he drifts off into a fitful doze that will last for a good amount of time (two or three hours.) Why is that so satisfying?

He doesn't really know. But satisfaction doesn't always need a reason. Yuusei shifts in his lap, groaning and Jack pats the back of his head, sliding his hand down quietly until he reaches the middle of Yuusei's back, warm and rising and falling. He laughs and leans back onto the arm of the couch, pulling Yuusei with him (awkwardly so, but his brother can't possibly be all that comfortable in the previous position.)

Yuusei protests--

By whacking him with the back of a hard-knuckled hand to his jaw. It doesn't hurt just startles him, and Jack sighs as he pulls Yuusei up so that his head is tucked beneath his chin and their chests are near flush and Yuusei's lengthy legs are draped around his own, nearly tangled. He looks down as best he can without moving his head and watches as Yuusei's fingers uncurl from their firsts and reach upwards to brush the loose strands of longer blonde hair hanging loose on Jack's shoulders.

Normally he would nudge the fingers away, discourage them and yank his head back defiantly, but instead he allows them to hold lightly to the strands, wind them around his slightly darker fingers. Jack remembers, painfully so, how Yuusei used to do the very same thing to him as a child and they would fall asleep to the sound of torrential rain or violent street fights or yowling cats. And everything... everything would be alright in the morning. At once, Yuusei's fingers suddenly tug sharply, yanking his head downwards, and Jack lets out an indignant squawk as blue eyes flit open and a smile dances across Yuusei's lips.

"Bastard!" Jack yells.

"Got you," says Yuusei with a grin as he flops back onto the couch on his back, belly up and eyes laughing at him, even if his mouth is shut and only slightly revealing the barest hints of a prideful smile, something elusive. Jack only growls at him, launching himself at Yuusei only to land on the empty space of the couch as Yuusei rolls off in the nick of time. He gets up, heart pounding and excitement rushing through his veins as he moves off of the couch, dashing after Yuusei who springs into action and rushes away into the next room, which is pitch dark and small and smells of must and dust. There is a creak, a sound of breathing. Steps of barefeet on the ground. He smirks and relies on precisely those sounds, throwing his arms out and rushing in, thus ensnaring Yuusei's writhing form in the dark. The streamlined musculature is the most familiar thing beneath his fingers, and he laughs at Yuusei's struggles, similar to that of the thrashing of a netted fish.

Jack laughs heartily as he finds Yuusei's lips suddenly brushing his jawline, leaving a minute kiss there, which sends shudders down Jack's lengthy spine, leaving a lingering feeling all the way down to his tailbone.. He dips downwards and drops a light peck onto his cheek in turn, lips warm and tingling as Yuusei pressing one to the corner of his mouth, leaving Jack he final move of pressing their lips together and feeling how the thrashing within his arms ceases, reverting to pressing flush against his chest. Yuusei sweeps his fingers into Jack's blonde hair at the nape of his neck, causing another tremble as well as flooding warmth to wash from the tips of his eager fingers downwards. Immediately he reaches out to slide his hands beneath Yuusei's shirt, touching heated, dithering flesh. He ensnares him in his touches and then lips meet, soft at first to taste the chapped surfaces that have dried out due to the nervous chewing and gnawing of the flesh of their mouths (Dark Signers and the prospect of having to save the world was a good reason to maul one's mouth at night for hours upon end.)

Kiss, press, lick, love.

Love?

Jack doesn't even know, nor does he care what it is. Is it just a way of relief? Or expelling nervous energy? Yuusei loves his neck with damp, little kisses that seem rather shy now. Jack sighs and pushes him down onto what he notes is a small bunk that forces them nearly to nose, breath mingling together while buttons and clasps and belt buckles are fumbled with in the dark room. There is no light that comes from the window. There is no moon outside tonight, only dimly lit stars shrouded by clouds. By the time Yuusei finishes unbuttoning Jack's shirt, Jack already has him naked against the sheets, looking up at him in the somewhat awkward fashion that Jack does so love to provoke.

Yuusei opens his mouth to speak, and Jack expects a few blunt words, perhaps a witty comment, but all he gets is another kiss and the shirt removed, followed by his pants as he slides his hands over the rigid lines of Yuusei's shoulders. He grins when he is able to press his slowly forming erection against Yuusei's, starting a slow rocking motion between them, stirring the beginnings of real wants... true desire. He watches Yuusei's legs fall open and sees that exposed part of him, relishes in staring and seeing the other squirm on the small space of the bed beneath his vivid gaze. He loves this control. Here, he supposes, enlies the satisfaction.

He slides easily between Yuusei's legs and feels them lock around his waist, tensing as he laves his neck with his tongue and hears him moan, loudly so. He takes his dry fingers and slides them past Yuusei's parted lips, hearing the soft sucking sounds between his gasping. The thrill wells up in his belly as he feels precome bubble to the surface of the tip of his prick, cooling in the air. Yuusei's own erection is fully erect as well, weeping pearlescent beads. Jack removes his fingers and shifts so that he is able to slide his heart finger into his body, his other fingers and palm cupping his balls and pushing at his taint teasingly.

Jack attacks the tight, hot mouth while his eager fingers caress and explore and tease so as to add to that wheeling feeling of satisfaction. A second finger is pressed in and he feels Yuusei's body tense up against his ministrations, whining ever so slightly at the depths of his throat, as if trying to suppress all sound. With a slight smirk, Jack takes his lips and works him thoroughly , stroking inside of the damp, clenching walls, feeling the spongey nub inside of him, pushing at it and feeling the tightness nearly crush his lax fingers. He stretches against him, hears as Yuusei gasps, chokes on his breath while his fingers and toes grasp at the sheets for some kind of purchase anywhere. He coaxes Yuusei to lower his moans to hollow breaths or else Martha might become suspicious of her boys (if she isn't already) and come in to check on the room where sounds of creaking springs are present.

Yuusei takes this into consideration with his eyes, pushing his lips into a thin line as Jack kisses him once more and becomes a void where every sound turns into a muffled gasp, coaxing Yuusei's lips out from the pursed position. He relishes in how Yuusei writhes against him and spreads his thighs as well as taking Jack's in at last, his whole body just throbbing with heat and bringing pleasure to him by moving with his pumping, fierce rhythm. Waves of heat are washing over him and falling, like the tide, and he rolls his eyes up into the cool dark of his head, relishing in the sensations of rolling his hips and their hands roaming the opposite body greedily. He feels the the pert nipples upon Yuusei's chest, moving them slowly between his fingers, twisting them with dexterous fingers and still locking lips with the body beneath him as slightly smaller hands rake along his skin, leaving dull, red marks along his flesh. Yuusei at once pulls away form the kiss to latch onto his neck in various places, causing him to groan loudly as he travels down his collarbone, leaving large, red welts in his wake.

Yuusei is all too fond of marking him up to the point that it is nearly impossible to hide the love bites, to Jack's dismay.

It's probably revenge, at least that's what Jack thinks. For having him like this--viciously and out of the blue. There were kisses, but never tender ones, only those that were breath-snatching. And they didn't embrace one another unless there was a good natured grope thrown in. Jack thrusts deeply, feels the sensation of Yuusei tightening, trembling, and seemingly read to give in. He can sense the pressure mounting like a shaken bottle of fine champagne that presses against the cork. He only laughs softly and leans in, giving a long lick to his ear as he pounds into his ass a few more times--bringing him to the breaking point before hearing Yuusei's muffled groan, keening low in his throat as his body gives a long heave, breath coming rapidly, followed by his climax that leaves sticky, white release between them.

Jack holds him closer, feeling how deep he is inside of him and feeling his heart beat harshly against him. He is surrounded by it as he lays atop Yuusei's body, pulling out and coming hard as he does so, seeing the sticky, white mess between Yuusei's trembling thighs. Jack admires the view, chuckling breathlessly with a sated grin and pushing some blonde hair form his eyes. Origins of satisfaction--in mussed sheets and bodies close, so very close, and breath, hot breath, swarming around them. Jack can feel the sweat dripping down his back, brushing down the small of it, cooling his body. Yuusei himself is sweating profusely, and shivering at that. Laying atop him in the cramped bunk, they slowly situate themselves to take a brief respite.

But Jack doesn't sleep, he merely ponders upon the bestial origins that he does so enjoy.