Canon: Remove if not applicable.Yami grasped Williams wrists in his hands, pressing them up to the wall behind the slight mans back. Williams fingers curled and uncurled, grasping at air as Yami pressed into him and buried teeth in his skin. The bites were deep enough to bruise, enough to linger for days, sometimes weeks, and when William had parted his collar and showed the nearly faded marks Yami had left before, he had descended upon him, attaching his lips to his throat and quickly leaving William gasping his name and warbled mumbles of desire that made Yami desiring more. Desiring unrestrained cries of pleasure and uncontrollable shudders and shivers. He wanted everything that was the other magic knight.
When Yami shifted his grip in Williams wrists so he could hold him in place with one hand, so he could use his freed-up hand to pull off Williams helmet and toss it unceremoniously aside, he was met with Williams uncertain gaze (every fucking time, this damn surprisingly insecure, pretty asshole), and he caught Williams fragile-looking jaw between his fingers. Williams breath was uneven, his expression turning downcast even as it was filled with lust, and Yami leaned in to catch his soft lips with his own rougher ones.
William let out a small whine. Yami felt William lean into the kiss at the same time as he seemed hesitant. Yami broke it off, stared into Williams violet eyes, into the range of emotions in them. “Get fucking used to it already, idiot,” Yami grumbled in his deep voice. “I’m already used to your stupid mug.” William laughed, a quiet, raspy sound. “I suppose that you are.” Yami could feel the tendons underneath his palm flex with the opening and closing of Williams hands. Insecure asshole. While he was so confident in everything else, he still had doubts about Yami’s sincerity. He pried Williams head up so he had to look him in the eye. “So cut out the doubt already. I keep both telling and showing you that I want you, what else do you need?” William wet his lips with his tongue, and he bit into his swollen bottom lip. “There isn’t really anything. It will take time, if it ever..sorry.” Yami shook his head and with a huff, he released Williams wrists. William, who had been standing a little raised up on his toes, sank down onto his heels, and it was obvious that he thought that Yami had been put off but he hadn’t. William was wrong. His face was fucked up but it did nothing to change how Yami felt toward him, how he desired him.
Instead of letting William dwell in doubt and self-loathing, Yami wrapped his hands around Williams slender waist, and he lifted him, and pressed him back into the wall. Out of surprise and a reflex to stop himself from falling (as if Yami would ever drop him), William wrapped both arms and legs around Yamis shoulders and waist. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he trailed off after the first “um…” and Yami scowled at him. Pressed between the solid wall and Yami’s equally sturdy body, William was lifted high enough for him to have to look down to look at Yami properly. Yet William was looking anywhere but at Yami. “Just because you have decided on this once, doesn’t mean you can’t back out if you want t—”
“I’m not backing the fuck out, and I don’t want to. I’m going to fuck you for the rest of your miserable life even if it takes me all that time to make you understand.” Williams hands grasped at Yamis shoulders, his gaze searching and finally settling on the wrinkles in Yamis forehead, instead of in his eyes. “You’re too kind to me,” he murmured, and Yami shook his head. “Nah, you’re just a damn moron, Vangeance.”
William might have been about to say something in response to that, but he instead sucked in a breath when Yami returned his lips to Williams throat, just where it disappeared under his clothes. William only vaguely heard Yami mutter that his clothes were in the way, and his hands grasped Yamis top tightly.
Yami sucked on Willians soft, pale skin, marking it with more fresh bruises and bites. The whimpers William made caused Yami to grow impossibly hard.
William was so soft and fragile, sometimes, beneath Yamis touch. Yami was going to wreck him in the best way possible, until and even after he got into his stupid head that he was wanted.