The room and his own body never felt so hot. It had to be late December according to the clotted moonlight outside, according to the partially opened window coated in snow flurries and something long and white trailing down the glass pane.

The green rabbit ran sharp nails down the blue mammal's thin thigh. It hurt in the best way possible. The blue rabbit winced as the boy over him leans closer to his face, as if there wasn't enough room between them. His hand entwined the fur on his chest, while his tongue lapped at his lover's cheek. The soft surface is interrupted by a raised scar embedded deep into the skin-perhaps a battle scar.

He gave a long, shuddering moan in his neck, his lilac nose smothered deep in his fur. Something resembling blueberries and mint sent a shiver down his spine. So much sweeter than what he was used to and he relished the rare sensation of something so pure and eloquent.

"You smell so nice, Yang." He whispers, his hand moved from his chest down to his more private area. Sure, there's no member in general, but he knew his way around. His sharp nails gently rubbed against it, enjoying the way the blue male tried to suppress a lustful pant from his saliva wet lips.

"Th-That's the nicest thing you've said all day," Yang replied shakily. "I thought we were done with foreplay."

"Psh, I'm making this up as I go," Yuck said, his smile almost looking genuine. "You're holding up pretty well, but how's about I end all the teasing and make you climax? I've got places to be."

"Don't even think about it, Yuck-Ah!." A small gasp managed out of Yang's mouth.

Yuck dug his fingers in deeper. He didn't get the moan he wanted, but the way Yang squirmed against his touched aroused him enough, rubbing against his groin in such nice, round circles...Fucking, mother of Foo!

His fingers treaded up farther territory until coasting over something he had let to come across that night. He was right at Yang's favorite area, actually it was more Yuck's favorite.

Yang's back arched and he sucked in a sharp breath.

It actually looked quite normal compared to all the other bizarre positions he had bent himself into. Taking advantage of Yang's sudden flexibility was one of Yuck's favorite parts of this game. Like playing with a ragdoll.

"You're getting there, Yang. I can taste it..." Yuck crawled off Yang's hips and ran an eager tongue down the spot. This time the gasp was just as loud. A bright sheen of blush went across Yang's nose and cheeks.

"S-Stop it..."

"But you like it," Yuck kissed him on his bellybutton. A small wet ring of sweat had formed around it. "You don't want me to stop." His nail pressed down on Yang's stomach, a small trickle of blood fell down it and staining the carpet.

"N-no I don't-Ah..." It was a lie, he could feel it in the back of his throat. But Yuck was more of a liar than him. A good one and a little too skilled at the talent to ever have it derived from Yang's sister. Damn, how could he possibly fuck up one of the game's rules.

"You're getting there..." A hot breath down his belly brought him back to reality.

Yuck's fingers stroked him even more. A hitch in breathing. "Good boy..."

Through all of the hot blooded emotions going through him, Yang could still manage to lift one thin arm up to Yuck's face. His hand resting on his cheek. Yuck stopped with his work, his grin slowly faded to an annoyed expression. "Yes?"

Yang put his hand down. "This isn't fair."

"Who care's if it's fair? You wanted this more than I did."

"But I didn't get a turn yet..." Yang lifted himself up to a sitting position, his legs going out from under Yuck's and wrapping around his waist. His lips softly brushed against his as he spoke. "...let me have one."

Yuck's arms settled around Yang's waist. "You better make the most of it or I'm kicking your ass."

Yang shrugged, his hand brushed against Yuck's lower back his more sensitive area, personally known by both of them. "It's a deal."