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It Never Works

There was something so incredibly breathtakingly right about this moment. The way Kuwabara's chest hair felt between his fingers; the heady scent of the redhead; the way Kuwabara's perfect cock slid right up against his prostate just right; the look on Kuwabara's face when Yusuke caught his gaze; the feeling of that muscular, calloused hand sliding over his dick with just the right amount of friction- Yusuke completely lost it. He was sure moments later that his eyes had rolled up in his head and he could barely hear for the sound of blood pounding in his ears (even though his heart didn't beat –it would take hours for Yusuke to realize that). He couldn't comprehend anything aside from the incredible orgasm his husband had coaxed from him so perfectly. "G-god—fuck, Kazuma!" Yusuke immediately sank back into the bed, lying there almost oblivious to Kuwabara finishing right after him. Feeling nothing but tears prickling in the corners of his eyes and then falling. "Fuck—" Now he'd have to try to hide the fact that he was crying over how good Kuwabara's dick was!

Good didn't even cover it. Not even close.

Moments after the two of them collapsed bonelessly on the bed, Kuwabara got a twinge of worry, a tingle in his sixth sense telling him something was off. He leaned up on his elbows, having been not at all concerned to collapse on top of Yusuke. The smaller man might groan, but he could more than handle it. Particularly after exhausting Kuwabara the way he had. The moment he caught the look on Yusuke's face, his expression morphed from ecstasy to confusion, than anxiety. "Yusuke… you alright?"

"Y-yeah, no biggie." Yusuke sniffed, somewhat retracting his previous statement. "I-I can't… words, Kazuma." He was surprised he'd managed that much.

"Y'sure?" Kuwabara had to actually tug Yusuke's arms away from his face with a touch of effort. "Y-yer crying?" Kuwabara immediately sprung up and started examining Yusuke for any sign of ailment or injury. He'd hurt Yusuke! He'd HURT Yusuke!

"N-no I ain't!" Yusuke snapped, trying to get his wits about him enough to sit up and ask why Kuwabara was prodding at his ass again. He sure as fuck wasn't ready to go again after that. "I'm not!"

"I-I can see tears!" Tears. On Yusuke's face. Because of him. Kuwabara wanted to crawl in a hole and die. "You didn't like it… I-it was bad or something! O-or I hurt ya!" Now Kuwabara was close to tears himself.

Catching on, albeit slower than Yusuke would have liked, Yusuke sat up slowly and gave Kuwabara an exasperated look. "You fucking idiot…" Yusuke muttered, not at all angrily or with any venom. "I'm not cryin'. And even if I were, it'd be over how awesome that was! How long we been married? Ten years?"

"Eight," Kuwabara corrected automatically. He didn't mind that Yusuke forgot how long they'd been married. He hadn't forgotten their anniversary even once. Kuwabara was old enough now that he figured out what was actually going on rather fast. "You're crying because it was so good…"

"Yeah."

Yusuke tossed a pillow at Kuwabara's face to try to wipe the smirk off it. It didn't work.

It never works.