#also I hope everyone knows that I've been jokingly calling this blueballs the fic in my mind

[aceghosts]

OR " you're definitely over-dressed for what i had in mind tonight... " + Rooney x Yorinobu 👀

Thanks for sending this one! I had a little fun with this one; I wanted to write something kind of silly and playful.

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Summary: Rooney and Yorinobu have a free night for once. Things don't go as planned. Words: 1,150 words. Content Warnings: Goofy Flirting, (I love these two, but I cannot never write them as not goofily flirting with each other), Foreplay, Humping, Making out, Interruptions, and a reference to masturbation at the end. I think that should be everything.

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You should come over, Rooney texts, I have the night off. How can Yorinobu refuse? Rooney’s work as a private investigator in Night City leaves them with little free time. (Too many times he has watched them drag themself into bed at all hours of day or night only to leave a few hours later.)

As the metal scissor elevator gate doors open to Rooney’s Glenn loft with a grating sound, Rooney looks over their shoulder from the brown leather couch, smiling as he steps in. They rise, placing their phone on the coffee table, approaching Yorinobu as he hangs his coat up. Rooney reaches him, cupping his face tenderly. Softly, they press their lips against his, a way of welcoming him as his hands come to rest on their hips. “Glad you were able to get out early for the afternoon.”

“I am the boss…”

“Must be one of those perks.”

“It is,” Yorinobu kisses them again, Rooney happily humming into the kiss, sending a tingle up his spine, “You are home early.”

“I’m waiting for a lead to follow up with me,” Rooney’s hands come down to his chest, “I thought we could spend some quality time together while I’m waiting. Maybe, have a date night…”

A date sounds wonderful. Yorinobu and Rooney have not gone on a date in a while, and he knows of a few places he would love to take Rooney. (He also wants to show them off, but Rooney’s enjoyment is a bigger factor.) “We should go out for dinner. Do you have anything in mind?”

“I was thinking we could have a quiet night in. Just you and I,” They purr, a sultry look in their ocean-blue eyes. He shivers in eager anticipation at their next move.

“Oh? What do you have in mind?” Yorinobu asks playfully.

“Well,” Rooney smirks, looking him up and down with agonizing slowness, “You’re definitely over-dressed for what I had in mind tonight.”

“Am I now?” Yorinobu takes the chance to look them over. “You seem overdressed as well…”

“I hoped we could both help each other,” They jest, “I know I’ll need your help.”

“Tease.” Yorinobu kisses them roughly, Rooney tasting like peppermint and honey. Their hands grip the silk fabric of his vest tightly, and excitement rises in his chest. It is going to be one of those nights. A night where neither can keep their hands off each other for very long. When he pulls away, Yorinobu asks, “Shall I help you?”

Rooney nods, eyes wide with desire as they pull away from him. They smile adoringly at him as they beckon him to follow them to the sectional couch with their finger. Yorinobu complies, reaching for Rooney as the pair reach the sectional. Deftly, they slip out of his grasp with a playful wink. They gently push him down onto the couch. Yorinobu moves back until he hits the corner, making himself comfortable. Rooney straddles him, leaning down to kiss Yorinobu as his fingers slide under the edges of their black turtleneck, ghosting over their skin. When they pull away, Yorinobu helps Rooney out of their turtleneck, leaving them in nothing but a basic black bra as he tosses the turtleneck aside. Their bra is quick to join their turtleneck. What a view, Yorinobu thinks, as his eyes roam over their skin decorated with freckles and scars. Yorinobu has planted so many kisses on Rooney’s freckles and scars, and he looks forward to it every time.

Hearing the pop of one of the buttons on his vest, Yorinobu tears his gaze away to find Rooney’s fingers deftly undoing his vest. As they finish, he starts on his shirt, too impatient for Rooney. They raise a red eyebrow. “I thought I was supposed to be helping you.” 

“Too excited,” He replies, allowing Rooney to help him out of his shirt and vest. Rooney slowly drags their hands down his chest, their touch playful and arousing. They are going to drive him mad. Yorinobu’s hands find their hips, seating Rooney firmly in his lap, grunting as he rolls his hips.

Yorinobu must have hit the right spot, Rooney letting out a needy moan with a shudder. His fingers dig into their leather pants, keeping them seated. They wrap their arms around his neck, Yorinobu thrusting again as Rooney whines. Rooney keeps whining, their hips moving in tandem with his. He groans, a guttural sound as hunger courses through him. Yorinobu’s cock throbs, growing harder as Rooney rides him, the friction from their hips overstimulating him. Rooney’s head is titled back, eyes filled with lust as a breathy moan escapes them. Yorinobu cannot wait until he is thrusting into them, Rooney crying his name from pleasure as he gets to watch them. At the image, he thrusts harder, a sharp mewl escaping from their lips. “Yori-Yori…please-,” Rooney begs, face flushed.

“Use your words,” He rasps.

“I-I need you to fuck me,” Rooney is frantic, desperate even, “please.”

“That’s my Roo-.” A ringtone cuts him off, Rooney’s eyes widening in shock.

“Fuck,” Rooney swears, annoyed, “Hold on for a minute.” He lets go of them as Rooney leans over, grabbing their cell phone off the table. Please don’t let this be urgent. Please let Rooney be able to save this for some other time. “Hey, is this urg-.” The person on the other end cuts them off, Rooney closing their eyes tightly and pinching the bridge of their nose. “Okay,” They respond, disappointment coloring their voice, “I’ll head there now.” Rooney hangs up, looking at him apologetically. “Yori, I’m so sorry, I-.”

“Have to go,” He finishes for them, frustrated and disappointed, “I understand.” He really does, but Yorinobu was looking forward to this, to having Rooney all to himself.

“I really am sorry,” they say, getting up and placing their phone on the table. Rooney grabs their bra from the floor and puts it back on, “I thought we were going to have more time.”

 Yorinobu shakes his head. “You do not have to apologize.”

Rooney looks guilty as they pull on their turtleneck.  “I really was looking forward to this. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“You do not have to-.”

“Yori,” they cut him off, their tone firm, “I wanted you to fuck me until I couldn’t walk tonight. I promise I am going to make this up to you.”

He smirks, knowing how Rooney always keeps their promises, especially with something like this. “I look forward to it.”

“Good. Make yourself comfortable. I’m hoping I won’t be long,” Rooney kisses him goodbye, sealing their promise to him. They leave him, slipping on their coat and shoes before stepping into the elevator. The scissor door closes, and Rooney winks, before disappearing and leaving him alone in their apartment. Until they come back, tonight is going to be between Yorinobu and his hand.