Title: How We Are, How We Were

Author: Keir

Rating: R overall, for swearing and sexual situations

The Gist of Things: Kyou and Haru are supposed to be working on wedding plans, but the ox has other ideas...

A/N: Argh, an update from me has been a long time in coming. I have had such awful writer's block, and paired with semester finals... Very boo. But I finally finished college! Rejoice~! I have, literally, about 7 stories/chapters that are halfway finished and just waiting for me to not be an idiot and writewritewrite, including new chapters to "Million Little Pieces" and "Gone Away." I also have some beta reading to catch up on, for sure.

17 : Present : The Best Laid Plans

Hatsuharu watched another bead of sweat trickle down the cat's temple. It traveled over the sharp cheekbone, down to the chin where it hesitated, then slowly hugged the underside of the jaw and curved down the neck. The cat's lips parted and the ox glimpsed the moist tip of a pink tongue.

Kyou's eyes opened, cinnamon lashes brushing his skin. His eyes locked onto Hatusharu's as he lifted the bottom of his shirt away from his body, praying for at least one cool movement of air to ease his suffering. The heat seemed to send an ache through his lower body and the eyes on him were insufferable. His brows drew down and the corner of his lips tipped petulantly. "Stop looking at me like that," the cat grumbled, feeling as if his energy was draining away with each word.

"Looking at you like what?"

"You know how I mean," Kyou complained, irritated that he had to talk again.

Chocolate eyes followed another drop of sweat that languorously made its way down his fiance's collarbone. He mustered the energy to lean forward and lick the entrancing sweat trail. The cat wrinkled his nose but didn't waste the breath to protest. The ox stared at him as if gauging just how much he could get away with.

Fifteen different kinds of wedding invitations were strewn on the bed between them. Ayame had gone crazy with his designs and half of them were so lacy and girly that the cat wanted to rip them up. He was tired of staring at the freaking things; he just wanted to shut his eyes again and resume melting into the headboard.

His thoughts—which were dripping like molasses—were interrupted by the ox's arms around his waist. The other teen flipped him onto his back and rolled on top of him, crushing the invitation samples. "Haru…too hot…get off…" the cat whined. Heat was radiating off the ox and into the redhead's body, making him uncomfortable. Not to mention the not-so-pleasant feeling of his sweat-soaked clothes now plastered and pressed onto him.

Hatsuharu murmured a noncommittal noise as he nuzzled the neck below him. His tongue swiped up the beads of sweat in a long, wet path. Kyou squirmed feebly. The ox gave him a nuzzle just below the ear, then the tongue pressing roughly to that spot just below the jaw.

The cat moaned piteously, unable to find the energy for his body to lift upward. He tried to push his lover away—the stupid oaf's breathing was unbearably hot—and the ox countered by holding his wrists down. The tongue pressed roughly to that spot again, followed by a rough nip, and his mind went blank.

Hatsuharu indulged himself in a cheek-to-cheek nuzzle before pulling down the cat's shorts. Long tan legs shone with sweat. He ran a hand down the thigh, fingertips running over the knee. Kyou had taken to shaving his legs lately, grousing about the irritation of all the hair in the summer heat, and the ox was far from complaining. The smooth skin felt luscious beneath his fingertips. He cupped the calf and lifted the leg, pressed his lips to it. The cat watched him in irritation but let the moment pass. Soon enough the ox fished his own hardness from the hole in the front of his boxers.

Kyou had spread his legs—not that he was eager or anything—and was staring down the length of his body with an imperious eyebrow raised. Hatsuharu smiled to himself; if Yuki was the Prince, then Kyou fancied himself the King. Even if the cat wasn't physically on top, he imagined that his tan lover never thought of himself as submissive, but rather that he was just allowing the ox to do all the work, and the black and white-haired man didn't really mind that.

Hatsuharu reached for the lube on the bedside table and dutifully spread it across his erection, then let his fingers linger over the cat's sphincter. Kyou wanted none of it but he was too lazy to move and so settled for a growl. The ox chuckled and, digging his fingers into the other's thighs, dragged his lover across the bed. The cards beneath him crinkled and bent. "Get on your hands and knees," the ox said, ignoring the angry eyes glued to him.

"You're the one who wanted to do it," Kyou replied petulantly. "I'm not moving." To prove his point he let his limbs go limp and lay there with a scowl, beads of sweat trickling over his skin.

Hatsuharu smirked, leaning forward. His palms rested to the sides of tan shoulders. The cat's splayed thighs rested heavily across his own. "This angle isn't the best; don't blame me when you're crying about being sore."

Only then did the cat open his mouth to begin protesting, but he was too late. Hatsuharu pushed forward, and after a few tries, succeeded in penetrating his lover. Kyou arched almost high enough to force the ox out, but the younger man moved forward onto his knees, following the other's body. The cat was biting his lip, hair spread out like his legs. Hatsuharu leaned over him, burying himself deeper. He stared at his lover's face, studying ever inch of skin, the curve of his lashes and lips, and that graceful neck.

Crimson eyes opened, the cat glaring with a burning intensity into the ox's brown eyes. "What the hell are you staring at?" he asked between labored breaths.

"You," the ox murmured. His hips began moving gently. The cat still looked pained; Hatsuharu turned his straining lover's hands palm-up against the bed. Kyou gave him a quizzical look but he simply smiled back. He slid his hands up the inside of the cat's wrists until his they covered the other's; his fingers laced with Kyou's and the ox knew his fiance would forgive him the sweaty palms. He could feel the engagement ring against his skin.

The orange-haired boy's fingers curled upward and held tightly. The ox was rocking him harder now and the position was uncomfortable. He focused on the younger man's face above him, the eyes gentle, the white hair plastered to his forehead. Before they had started dating, Kyou had always thought the Ox-cursed had looked ridiculous and should cut his hair, but now it was an endearing quality, even if he had to wait forever for the idiot to style it in the morning.

Hatsuharu caught him staring and smiled. "What?" the cat grumbled, but the ox made no reply. Instead, he sped up his thrusts and brought one hand back to brace a tan hip. His necklaces rang like chimes as they bounced against each other. Long black lashes came down over brown eyes.

Kyou didn't feel so bad staring while the other wasn't looking. The ox looked serene, which was completely disconcerting considering what he was doing right now. He should just look more…perverted. His lips were parted as he panted, his Adam's apple bobbing. His chin was stubbled from shaving only yesterday and the cat hated how it felt like sandpaper.

The cat grunted at a rough series of thrusts. Hatsuharu's fingers tightened and he let out a soft gasp as he came. The thrusts began to taper off, going slower and slower, until the ox gave a final sated sigh. His erection began to soften and it slipped from the other's body.

Hatsuharu's eyes flew open as he was brought out of his post-orgasmic bliss. Kyou had leaned up and his tongue was running over the ox's lightly stubbled cheek. The cat repeated the action, his eyes hooded. Hatsuharu felt his heart beat faster as Kyou laid back down, crimson eyes staring up at him expectantly.

The ox lifted their hands that remained entwined and brought them down the slick, tan body. Kyou frowned as his lover made him grab himself, then held in a groan as the ox's hand overlapped his. Hatsuharu pressed roughly, guiding their hands. Kyou whined, hips lifting. The black and white-haired man left the cat to stroke the base of his cock while he rubbed the head roughly. Kyou grunted, trying to delay his orgasm. "Stupid ox!" he gasped, legs tensing. His toes curled as he shot his load. "Ahh…"

Kyou's eyes fell shut as he tried together himself, the semen cooling on his belly. Just as his heartbeat was beginning to return to normal, he felt sweaty fingers lace with his. His eyes slit open in a glare at Hatsuharu's unassuming face. "You ruined the samples, you idiot."

The ox looked around at the mess of creased and bent invitations, unconcerned. "You didn't like most of them."

The cat let out a hiss of breath. "We were supposed to pick one, though!"

Hatsuharu glanced around then picked a random invitation up. "This one." It was white with a black lace trim and gold lettering; Kyou admitted it wasn't the worst looking one, but…

"Why that one?"

"Because you got the most cum on this one, kitten."

The only answer Hatsuharu got was a pillow to the face.