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He should never have let it get this far.
He should have stopped it after the first time, when Yuki had been gaming and chatting on his headset and Pierre had crept between Yuki's legs and eased down Yuki's joggers and wrapped his lips around Yuki's delicate cock and rubbed his fingers over Yuki's tight little hole, ears pricked for a hitch of Yuki's breath or a crack in Yuki's voice or any sign at all, until finally, finally , Yuki had said goodbye and put down the controller and Pierre had fucked him into the couch until they were both a sticky mess.
No, he should have stopped it before that, back where it all began, when Yuki had been on the phone to their team boss and Pierre had thought it would be fun to tease Yuki, resting his hand on Yuki's thigh and edging it higher and higher until he was lightly brushing across Yuki's cock, then cupping it, then grinding against it as it firmed under his hand, and when Yuki had put down the phone he had looked at Pierre from under his lashes and smiled his shy smile and said you can if you want, any time.
He definitely should not have taken it further, that quiet morning weeks ago, when the soft light filtering through the hotel curtains had highlighted Yuki's sleeping figure laying atop the tangled sheets, drawing Pierre's hand to the soft curve of Yuki's ass, and lower, to where Yuki was still loose from the night before. Pierre had been tentative at first, carefully dipping in his fingertip, but Yuki hadn't moved at all, nestling deeper into his pillow and tilting his hips in silent invitation, and it was all Pierre could not to sink himself home then and there.
He should have stopped it before it was too late, before his every waking moment became consumed with nothing more than Yuki .
When Yuki had offered himself like that, allowing himself to be used at Pierre's whim, Pierre could hardly believe that Yuki would give him such control. He should never have let it get this far, because as he shuffles across the kitchen, pants around his ankles, trying desperately keep himself inside Yuki, while Yuki just goes about his day, preparing their lunch as if Pierre weren't right there rutting into him, well, Pierre's never felt so out of control.