(His initial excitment is shortlived, immediately giving way to something new. So completely caught off guard, he feels his knees go weak and he grabs onto him, fingers gripping at his sleeve and the front of his shirt.
There's a surprised gasp followed by a content sigh, surprise giving way to security, relaxing in his presence. Before he can give chase, go in for a taste, Aki's lips brush against his and he slips from his fingers like water.
He can only follow him with his eyes, expression a mix of being flustered and something that can only be described as forlorn. To be teased like that... to be tugged closer to an edge only to be left behind, wanting more. The insanity starts and it only builds as he feels Aki's hands brushing against him, on him, taking off each piece of clothing and neatly, carefully, tenderly getting him into his new attire for the evening.
When both arms are put through the sleeves, he brings them up and around, wrapping them around Aki's shoulders and hanging there. Looking up, eyes twinkling playfully, bright and only on him. There's a dinner to go to. Now isn't the time. But there's an open invitation and an unspoken promise for later. The tips of his fingers brush gently against the back of Aki's neck, tracing a sensitive line down that small part of his spine,)
I've been waiting for this.
(Ever since Aki first mentioned the trip to him. He's been counting down the days, thinking of all the things he can do to surprise him in turn,)
I have surprises for you, too, you know.
(And he slides off, slipping free, to turn away, kneel down, and take the yukata meant for Aki. Holding it in front him, like some screen between them, he looks up from just above the fabric. Part of his face is hidden behind it but it's clear from his eyes that he's smiling,)
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There's a surprised gasp followed by a content sigh, surprise giving way to security, relaxing in his presence. Before he can give chase, go in for a taste, Aki's lips brush against his and he slips from his fingers like water.
He can only follow him with his eyes, expression a mix of being flustered and something that can only be described as forlorn. To be teased like that... to be tugged closer to an edge only to be left behind, wanting more. The insanity starts and it only builds as he feels Aki's hands brushing against him, on him, taking off each piece of clothing and neatly, carefully, tenderly getting him into his new attire for the evening.
When both arms are put through the sleeves, he brings them up and around, wrapping them around Aki's shoulders and hanging there. Looking up, eyes twinkling playfully, bright and only on him. There's a dinner to go to. Now isn't the time. But there's an open invitation and an unspoken promise for later. The tips of his fingers brush gently against the back of Aki's neck, tracing a sensitive line down that small part of his spine,)
I've been waiting for this.
(Ever since Aki first mentioned the trip to him. He's been counting down the days, thinking of all the things he can do to surprise him in turn,)
I have surprises for you, too, you know.
(And he slides off, slipping free, to turn away, kneel down, and take the yukata meant for Aki. Holding it in front him, like some screen between them, he looks up from just above the fabric. Part of his face is hidden behind it but it's clear from his eyes that he's smiling,)
Your turn.
(He'll tend to him next.)