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When; New Year's Eve
Rating; R (just to make sure ♥)
Characters; Tatsumi Seiichirou [thrifty_shadow] & Kigai Yuuto [prettywithawhip]
Summary; Yuuto brings cake and things happen...
Log;

The ticking was giving him an headache. An intense one at that, one that caffeine was doing very poorly at making better. He had tried all the methods he knew; drinking coffee, tea, raiding the medicine box in the bathroom. The only thing Tatsumi hadn't tried was cutting his head off; but really, that would make such a mess and make his ritual New Year cleaning all the much more harder.

Something must be up with the city. The end of the world, perhaps? Though he strongly doubted the deities would be so merciful to end the worlds today. Honestly, compared to all the going ons within the city, paired with the intense loneliness, the end of the world didn't sound so bad anymore. Now, he wondered, if he should pop a whole bottle of pain killers... just to see if it would work. Though, he admitted to himself, he supposed it wasn't that bad.

"This is driving me insane," he said, grumbling to himself as he took off his glasses and began rubbing the bridge of his nose. A little music, maybe? Perhaps that would ease his head and drown out the ticking.

He had promised Tatsumi something for his birthday, and he wasn't ever one to break promises. Well, unless they interfered with more important matters, and that was always something anyone could forgive with a little understanding. However, this was something that had more importance weighed upon it than one would have thought. This was a birthday - that was something to celebrate instead of forget and check off the calendar. Honestly, Yuuto was a little worried that someone would have even thought to do such a thing.

Even though the cake was small, it was surprisingly heavy; he had asked the baker, a petite young lady, for a small cake especially for a special event, and, with a giggle, she had suggested the small, heavily-chocolate confection he now held in his hand. Sure, the pink box with red roses printed on the cardboard was a little suspicious, but, then again, perhaps it was standard of the bakery. And everyone liked chocolate, right? Reassuring himself with this notion, he finally stopped at the door he knew to be Tatsumi's flat and knocked in rapid succession.

"Tatsumi-san?" he called, smiling softly. Certainly, he was still awake at such an hour - his watch ticked off at 6:34 PM. No one would be asleep at an hour as that.

If Tatsumi could, he would have been asleep now. Except, that ungodly ticking was keeping him awake and from doing almost anything. At first, the knocks did not register in Tatsumi's mind, and he almost wrote them off as a product of his very tired imaginations, but it the knocks lasted long enough to hit a nerve. Growling slightly, Tatsumi stomped towards the entrance of his apartment, the shadows slinking behind him eagerly, and a bit threateningly, much like it would whenever one of his co-workers, especially Watari and Tsuzuki, disturbed him in the middle of a funds review. When he opened the door, he regarded whoever was behind it darkly and a sharp, "Well...?" escaped his mouth. He stopped himself though and the grim look on his face became bewildered when he realized it was Kigai Yuuto at the door. With a box. A pink box.With red roses.

He frowned, though it was sadly a laughable one at that, "Kigai-san... that...?"

In all honesty, Yuuto had been a little startled to have the door open to a rather grumpy-looking Tatsumi. But the shock wore off when he saw Tatsumi's expression as he eyed the box in his hand. It was almost cute. Finally, he gathered all his wits about him and smiled genuinely at the other man before opening the box. "Well, I did say you were going to have a birthday cake, right?" he replied as he gestured to the rather heavily-decorated cake. It didn't even cross his mind how over-the-top the amount of chocolate icing on the cake was, really.

He shut the box once more and looked beyond Tatsumi's shoulder into the room. "I didn't interrupt at a bad time, did I?" he asked. "Because if I did, well..." And he knew already that he didn't. Perhaps it was the emptiness of the apartment, or how it looked as though cleaning were taking place - something tipped him off that nothing really too important was taking place. But it didn't hurt to ask, just in case.

The kagetsukai had arched an eyebrow when showed the heavily-decorated cake. He had thought Kigai wouldn't bother with the cake, even hoped he wouldn't, but apparently, the blond had. He had even brought an extremely sweet-looking cake to boot. It looked almost too sweet to eat, sweet enough to kill. Tsuzuki would like it... he thought quietly, and hated himself for it.

"I..." Tatsumi was just about ready to fire off ruthlessly at Yuuto. To make him go away as he could and used to do with most of the people he knew, but the ticking (and deep down, the loneliness) kept him from doing so. He amended himself. "No, it's not a bad time," the kagetsukai said quietly as he stepped aside to make way for the blond. "You didn't have to, really, Kigai-san."

"Well, I know I didn't have to, Tatsumi-san," Yuuto chimed as he stepped past the other man to walk into the apartment. Setting the cake down onto the nearest flat surface, he looked about the flat quickly - certainly there was a cake tower in the place? - only to stare back at Tatsumi with a broad smile. "But I wanted to, anyway."

Another second of staring around the flat was enough for him to surrender his search for a suitable platter for the cake. Well, it would still taste the same, after all. But it still would have been a nice touch... So, with a shrug, he reopened the cake box and unfolded the cardboard out. Okay, so it was a little gaudy with the icing, but...

Tatsumi sighed in resignation as he watched Yuuto unfold the cardboard box the cake was in. He had previously taken to hiding away all the unnecessary utensils they had had. Tsuzuki was the one who enjoyed cake, not him. Not really, that is. Though he had thought of selling or giving the things away, he had acknowledged (perhaps even held onto) the hope that Tsuzuki may yet return.

"I have a platter in a cupboard, and some plates...." he mumbled quietly and disappeared into the kitchen. When he reappeared in the living room, he had in his hands a tray with a cake platter of reasonable size, two small plates, matching forks and then a knife. "I haven't used them in a while, so I decided to pack them away..."

That was enough of a godsend for Yuuto to chuckle. So they did have a cake platter to use - fantastic save, really. Gently, he moved the cake onto the serving dish and stepped back to admire it. Well, it wasn't too terribly ostentatious... if one squinted their eyes a little.

"Perfect," he remarked, staring at the entire layout before smiling again to Tatsumi with an approval-seeking look. "Now, I did think you wouldn't mind chocolate, but perhaps a small slice would do." And perhaps he was right - even though it was a single layer, the icing inflated it so much that one had to remember it didn't have two layers. He took the knife in his hand and cut into the centre of the cake, slowly dragging it out to the edge. "But how large would you like it to be?"

"A small slice would do...." Tatsumi replied. "I'm not overly fond of sweets.....is that a double-layer cake?"

He had tried, really, he had, to give Yuuto at least a small look of... appreciation . But the ticking, and the reminder cake brought, only served to prevent him from feeling anything but... perhaps apathy? He felt quite pathetic too..so perhaps, self-pity too. Tsuzuki would be bouncing around the cake and begging him to give it a try... If he were here.

Yuuto blinked a moment as he looked at Tatsumi. "Well, no, it's not a double-layer cake." Something didn't seem very right with him, and he couldn't place his finger upon it.... but maybe if he asked...? Trying to shove the issue aside momentarily, he cut a small piece and set it gently upon one of the plates. "First slice is yours," he said as he slid the plate closer to Tatsumi.

He wasn't sure why, but Yuuto didn't feel that the other was quite at ease... But, then again, if it wasn't any of his business, then he wouldn't pry. Humming cheerily as a distraction, he cut himself a slice that seemed almost the same size as Tatsumi's and licked off some icing he scraped off with a finger. The icing wasn't too fluffy, nor too heavy - quite perfect.

With a sigh, Tatsumi reached for the plate and a fork. He, for lack of a better word, poked the piece of cake for a while and found out that it was a single-layer cake and what looked like a second layer was actually a lump of pure chocolate-y icing.  Was it fudge? Where had Yuuto picked up the cake? Was it Cafe Juliet?

Finally, he forked a bit of the icing and tasted it. It...

"It's not bad," Tatsumi said quietly, in a rather surprised tone. He was expecting it to be deathly sweet, but it wasn't. It made him somewhat curious -- it looked very sweet. Why wasn't it sweet? He took another bite from it and then turned to Yuuto. "Was this from Cafe Juliet?"

Why didn't it taste as saccharine as he had thought it would? Yuuto likewise bit into the cake itself and blinked heavily. It wasn't entirely littered with sugar, but it wasn't as though it wasn't sweet. Just... less so than he had thought. Was it made with dark chocolate, perhaps? It didn't appear to be so...

"Actually, I did - one of the bakers helped pick this cake," he replied, although he was still looking at the cake on his plate with a slightly befuddled expression. Although it seemed such a waste of time to linger on something as meaningless as expectations of a cake, it took a little while before he finally took a second bite and smiled. "It's quite good, isn't it?" he commented after a third bite.

Even Tatsumi had to agree that it was good. He nodded quietly and took his second bite. "I think though, despite how good it is... it's still too much for us."  He frowned slightly, and was thinking of Tsuzuki before he knew it. "Tsuzuki would have easily gobbled this thing up...." he thought out loud wistfully, paused and sighed when he realized what he had just done. "I think I'm getting too old..." he mumbled grudgingly and took another bite.

"I'm sorry if I'm not much of a good company."

Yuuto blinked once more, staring at Tatsumi, and suddenly, a switch went off in his head. Tatsumi was lonesome... and not just for anyone. No wonder he didn't seem in the best of moods. And, of course, the ticking was probably enough to drive one to madness.

He smiled gently, placing the cake plate down as he sank into the nearest chair. "It's understandable, Tatsumi-san," he sighed out, cantering his head at the other man. "You must be weary, right?" The other man looked a little on-edge... and now he wondered if he could help that.

The kagetsukai took off his glasses and began pinching the bridge of his nose, before shaking his head slightly. He was feeling a bit weary, somewhat out of it. "It's the ticking. It's getting to my nerves..." He sighed long-sufferingly. "And the apartment isn't clean yet..."

Yuuto looked about the flat once more and then to Tatsumi. Well, the flat did seem in need of dusting, perhaps, but... "Well, Tatsumi-san, you should sit down, first of all..." He rose from his own chair and guided Tatsumi to the sofa. Smiling as sweetly as possible, he pushed Tatsumi into the sofa with a gentle guidance and looked once more to the kitchen area. "And perhaps some tea?" he mused. Instantly, his eyes roamed about for a teapot or a tin of earl grey. Or perhaps even some chamomile would work....

Tatsumi let himself be pushed around, suddenly feeling too tired to argue, and a bit odd. Was he coming down from something? "Tea would be good, something to counter the sweets perhaps?"

He began rubbing his eyes and frowned at the warmth he felt in them. Was he having a fever? It didn't look like Yuuto was coming down from something either, so it couldn't have been from the cake...

Something seemed off with Tatsumi now. Yuuto wasn't exactly sure what, but when a man sat dowm and rubbed his eyes, that wasn't really such a good sign. He knelt down before Tatsumi and stared up with a concerned frown - surely, he wasn't worn out? And hopefully, there were no tears to come... he had never been very good with dealing with that.

"Tatsumi-san, are you all right?" he asked, lifting a hand to touch his forehead. But he paused in mid-air, retracting that hand. He certainly didn't want Tatsumi to feel uncomfortable.

Tatsumi tensed slightly, anticipating the touch even though he never felt it as Yuuto had stopped mid-way. He shook his head slightly and straightened up, before putting his glasses on again. "I think I am now," he said with a weak smile. "Probably haven't had enough rest. Like I said, that damned ticking has been going on for a while.... It's driving me crazy." He said the last few words with a hopeless sigh, and then stood up.

"We were.... we were talking about tea... weren't we, Kigai-san...?" He tried to meet the blond's eyes, but looked away, realizing how suddenly embarrassing doing that felt. There was something wrong about being alone in an apartment, on New Year's Eve, and with someone who has previous stated they were attracted with you.

"Yes... do you have any tea?" he asked a little hesitantly as he rose slowly. Tatsumi still seemed a bit off, and Yuuto was still worried. Though if Tatsumi said he was fine, he wouldn't contest that.

For some reason, he knew that Tatsumi seemed uncomfortable, but again he wasn't going to pry. And he had tried his best to ignore that it was New Year's Eve. However, it might not have been the same for the other man, and Yuuto honestly hadn't thought about that. He sighed a little, looking down to Tatsumi with a soft, befuddled frown. "Would you mind come chamomile tea, then?"

"On the second cupboard.... I keep the tea bags there," Tatsumi said quietly. And then he cleared his throat. "Kigai-san... I know... I know you might be expecting something but..." It was embarrassing, but Tatsumi knew it would be best to just say it plainly. "It... it would not be proper."

As soon as Tatsumi had given him the correct directions, Yuuto stepped off to the kitchen area. However, as he took only a few steps, he paused when the other man had addressed him once more. Expecting something.... Well, not really. A playful smile curved his lips - he contemplated for a moment whether or not he should joke with Tatsumi about that.

"What would I be expecting, Tatsumi-san?" he asked, turning on his heel to look at the other. He most likely had no reason to joke about with the other, and it perhaps wasn't the  appropriate time to do so. "If you don't have darjeeling, that will be fine - I could make do with earl grey, as well." He wasn't really joking - especially since he had no idea just what Tatsumi thought he would have wanted.

Tatsumi frowned and cleared his throat. He covered the distance between him and the blond with long strides. "A relationship, perhaps." He paused. "You did admit to being attracted to me... even if I honestly can't see why... and... I simply am not... am not like that."

He sighed. "I wouldn't know what to do, honestly. I'd rather not... It would simply be trouble."

Yuuto blinked, looking at Tatsumi even as he narrowed the amount of distance between them both. Is that what Tatsumi really had thought he wanted? And on the basis of attraction, no less. It was almost laughable, really; the other man was quite old-fashioned, he knew, but he had no idea how much until just now.

He frowned at the other man before turning and digging through the second cupboard. He had no clue why, but he felt a flutter in his chest. It almost made him shake while he reached for the tin of earl grey he saw. Almost. "Tatsumi-san," he started gently, looking over his shoulder to his company. "I did admit attraction, but that doesn't necessarily mean a relationship is what I want..." And it was true; he had already had the sense that there was someone else occupying Tatsumi's thoughts. Why intrude on that?

The blond had a point, but Tatsumi hadn't been bothered by exactly by the prospect of being in a relationship with Yuuto. If it came to that... it couldn't be bad. Or maybe that was his delirious mind speaking. He loved Tsuzuki. There could not be anyone else. "If a relationship could happen... I wouldn't... I wouldn't be so against it. I'm not... interested in anyone but .." He paused. Everyone knew. "I'm not going to go for a.... physical kind of... relations."

He stopped himself and sighed. "I'm sorry, it's just. I'd rather nothing happened."

Tatsumi realized he wasn't making much sense, but at that point, he didn't care anymore. The ticking was annoying. Let Yuuto piece it together. Tea would be good, because right now, dozens of odd thoughts caused by the current situation were floating in his head. Idling. Waiting for action. It was unsettling and it troubled Tatsumi.

The situation was becoming quite awkward, and awkward wasn't something Yuuto really preferred. And Tatsumi wasn't making much sense.... and he was oh so close. Laughing a little to himself, mainly out of nerves, he set down the tin of tea on the counter and slipped past Tatsumi quickly under the pretence of retrieving the teapot. Now he could breathe a little as he set the teapot aside.

However... Tatsumi was beginning to worry him. Normally so coherent and rational, the other man was jumbled, perhaps even a little feverish. He looked over his shoulder at the other quickly, lifting a brow. "Are you sure you're all right?" he asked once more.

"I don't think I am, Kigai-san," Tatsumi admitted honestly as he removed his glasses again and began pinching the bridge of his nose once more in an attempt to straighten out his thoughts. They were so many... perverted... suggestions floating up in his head, and the ticking was doing nothing but make him unable to sort those thoughts coherently. He was quiet for a short while, hand pressed against his closed eyes. He seemed to be deep in thought. And then, he put on his glasses again and sighed.

"I think.... I think it would be best if you left, Kigai-san." He didn't want to be alone, but at this point, he knew something wasn't right. The thoughts whirling in his head weren't the kind of thoughts he'd have under normal circumstances. The suggestions... No! There was one only one person... one person he wanted. Tsuzuki. And even if Tsuzuki never did much to... reciprocate his feelings... that didn't mean...

Yuuto turned about completely now, and, even though he looked relaxed as he leaned against the counter top, his rigid stature certainly told another tale. The flutter in his chest wouldn't desist, and he knew that something was off with Tatsumi. Was he, perhaps, sick? Or were the effects of living alone beginning to take a toll upon him? Either way, a nagging feeling dictated that he not leave. And yet...

"Tatsumi-san, you look flushed," he observed carefully, this time taking a step closer until he finally could reach the other's forehead. His hand reached for Tatsumi's forehead, brushing gently to check the temperature as his other hand touched at his forehead for comparison. The touch was enough to send currents of what felt like electricity through his blood. Had it always been so warm in the room?

Tatsumi felt the same electrifying effect Yuuto had experienced and on reflex, his left hand reached to grab the blond's hand by the wrist. Their eyes met after that. Tatsumi's blue eyes burned into the blond's hazel ones and for a while, he wondered, why he was there, and why Tsuzuki wasn't here. Those thoughts did nothing though, to stop what he was about to do.

"Kigai-san..." he found himself saying, before curiously reaching out to cup the blond's chin with his other hand. A thought began to form in his head, an argument to himself as to why he shouldn't be doing this. Before the thought could be finished, however, and recognized, and heeded, he realized he was kissing Kigai Yuuto.

And it felt good.

Perhaps it was that penetrating stare. Or maybe it was an intoxication somehow fabricated by that touch. Yuuto really didn't know why he was frozen to the spot, and he didn't really care. Tatsumi's kiss was a shock in itself, but with the added combination of skill there, it was wildly unexpected. Especially from someone he had figured was such a staid character.

He was so provoked by that move that Yuuto mumbled with surprise and pleasure into that kiss, and he arched into the other while he reached for the counter's edge for support. The pure sensation of it all was weakening him in the knees - surely, he wasn't drunk, but something wasn't normal. Although he was questioning if that abnormality was necessarily bad.

To put it in a way, Tatsumi's brain had shut down, and years of self-imposed repression (with regards to sex) poured over. This would be, perhaps, the first time in years he actively ignored the careful counsel of his mind without the aid of a curse or alcohol. Anything of the intoxicating sort.

The kiss lasted for a few minutes. When it ended, Tatsumi -- with a part of him somewhat aware of the consequences should he think -- wasted no time to kiss Yuuto once more, this time, with his hands wrapping around the blond's waist. This was good. Thinking could wait.

For someone who had said nothing would happen, Yuuto found that Tatsumi didn't dally about with initiating a second kiss. It almost shocked him how contradictory his actions seemed to be - but he made himself forget as he slipped into the moment. The other had skill, after all. Although he was beginning to slip off the counter.

Quickly, not even breaking the kiss, he pulled Tatsumi away from the counter and moved to the den area. It wouldn't do just to continue on in the kitchen - especially if things progressed any further than they already had. It was entirely too obvious that Tatsumi wanted the control. He could respect that. So gently he pushed the other onto the sofa to sit while he knelt in his lap. He didn't need the dominance here as badly as the other did.

Tatsumi broke away after a while to catch his breath, and then he removed Yuuto's vest. He tossed it aside and then stopped, instead pulling Yuuto in a tight hug. He didn't move for a while.

For a moment, he had no idea what Tatsumi was doing. Yuuto made a surprised sound as he was pulled in for a tight embrace, but he finally realised what was happening after a few moments. Hesitation.... Tatsumi was hesitating, and he knew exactly why. Strangely, though, he didn't want to wait around as nothing happened. He had been pulled in too much by Tatsumi's kiss to want to stop now.

Very gently, he pushed himself away from Tatsumi at just enough of a distance to stare at him directly. A vaguely unreadable expression clouded his eyes (which were already a bit glazed over, anyhow) while a hand slid up the other man's chest and curled at the tie around his neck. At a teasingly slow pace, he pulled on that tie to bring Tatsumi in closer for a small, chaste kiss. At least, he let the other believe that pretence until he began to add more passion behind it.

Even though he had a feeling this sort of thing wouldn't happen between them under normal circumstances, Yuuto honestly didn't care.

Tatsumi responded with the same intensity and when they broke away again, he removed his glasses and tossed them aside, the shadows cushioning its fall and bringing it over obediently to the nearest tabletop. Then the kiss began again, much more heated, fiercer. His hands wandered all over the blond's body, feeling for the body underneath the clothing eagerly, almost wishing the material would disappear instantly.

The tie went after a while, followed by the buttons of their shirts. At that point, Tatsumi, mind hazy from the heat and the pleasure, could only wonder if it could get better.

Yuuto noticed that, even though Tatsumi seemed to prefer control and dominance, he seemed not to know how to make things progress much further than kissing. Luckily, though, he was a patient teacher. And Tatsumi could learn.

He smiled as he broke away from what seemed the hundredth kiss. Only vaguely did he wonder where the other man had acquired such skill. It was his turn to lead things this time, he decided quickly as his arms laced around Tatsumi's neck to pull him in for another kiss. This time, though, he was going to send the signal that more was what he wanted. With surprising patience, he pulled Tatsumi with him as he sank into the sofa, and soon enough he was on his back with the other atop him. Certainly Tatsumi could pick up the hint.

And pick up the hint, Tatsumi did, though not with a hint of apprehension. A part of him had realized what he was doing, but it was much too late to be telling himself to stop. And it felt better to ignore the conscience at the back of his head, and to instead, appreciate what was happening. Carefully, he undressed Yuuto, pressing kisses onto the blond's lips and skin as he did so.

Tatsumi resumed the kissing after that, and all the while, where his eyes could not travel, his hands did, mapping Yuuto's body in his mind.

He was undressed. And underneath Tatsumi. .... Who was still, for the most part, fully clothed. Yuuto wasn't ever too fond of mathematics, really, but this wasn't adding up. As Tatsumi seemed to be working on other areas besides his mouth, he eyed the shirt that still clung desperately to the other's form - as though that were to veil any indecencies that were surely, switfly coming. Yes, that would do - his hand snatched at the fabric and tore it off of the other with a chuckle. That wouldn't help them at all.

Even though it seemed Tatsumi's hands were cold, the touches were like fire. It was a little odd how it all was happening, how it all felt, but still his mind was urging him to continue. His own hands moved over Tatsumi's tense neck, coaxing out whatever tension still remained there with a firm, soothing touch. He couldn't really do much more at this point without preventing the other man from carrying out whatever agenda he had. Yuuto didn't mind being used from time to time, although he would never admit the fact; not many would take the statement without inferring that they were considered cold-hearted abusers.

Tatsumi had been surprised a bit by Yuuto's eagerness to remove his shirt, but he didn't protest. He felt cold  for a while, his top completely bare, but a few more kisses, and petting and he felt comfortably warm again. When it became clear the kissing and touching was not enough, he paused and eyed the naked blond beneath him, briefly wondering ( and ignoring common sense) if should go through. He acted before he could decide, and before long, he was rubbing against the blond as they kissed.

It was such an interesting sensation that he felt as Tatsumi rubbed against him. Yuuto wasn't sure why, but god, was it intoxicating. He reciprocated Tatsumi's move with eager passion, not even noticing that his fingernails were slowly digging into the other man's neck as he did so. Though he never really had it in him to notice such a thing when he was involved in a scenario like this. Just continue with what was to come was all he could do, and it was all he would do.

He wanted it to go a step further now, though; quickly he pulled away from Tatsumi's lips to pull at the fastenings of the other man's trousers. God, he just wanted them off now, but he also didn't want to push things any more than he had right to. Fingertips traced along the top of the waist at a sensual pace, moving up from the fastenings to the other's lower back. That seemed a significant signal of a request, and hopefully it would do. At such a time, it was hard for him to be eloquent.

Tatsumi noticed, of course, and felt a rare burst of mischief. He decided to ignore, at first, and to instead let his lips wander downwards, all over the blond's body. Somewhere at the back of his mind, he imagined doing this to Tsuzuki, teasing him until he cried, and whimpered under him. Why couldn't that scenario happen?

Or was it happening now? For once, Tatsumi realized he was confused. But despite this revelation, he let himself indulge. Tsuzuki or no, he was going to go through with this.

Such a tease. Yuuto made a small sound of pleasure while Tatsumi kept on with his indulgences. If it seemed this good, then he wasn't going to rush it. He knew the situation had to be in the other's control... it was a keen sensibility, but Yuuto knew somehow that, if he gave free reign to the other, Tatsumi wouldn't be as badly harmed in the situation that now presented itself. If the other man wanted to be doing this - teasing him so cruelly, and yet, so pleasingly - then that was what would transpire.

His hands absently coursed through Tatsumi's hair, smoothing through the surprisingly soft strands before clenching a little. The sensations were wondrous. My god, were they. But this wasn't all, he had to remind himself; the best was yet to come. Pun intended, of course.

Tatsumi paused a bit after a while, watching Yuuto's naked body (and curiously avoiding the blond's face), when he realized it simply wasn't enough. He knew what came after, he was just suddenly gripped by anxiety. And it was a spectacularly embarrassing feeling. Shaking his head slightly and running a hand through his hair, to keep them away from his eyes, he decided then that dwelling on it wasn't going to get him anywhere. He kissed Yuuto then, and while he was distracting the blond, began sliding out of his pants. Before ending the kiss, he was already, very carefully probing there.

Thank Enma his shadows remembered the lube.

The distraction was more than enough. Yuuto moaned into the kiss, which came as a strange surprise to him while Tatsumi seemed almost at the final stretch. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't. He wasn't going to know until it transpired, and he knew that this was how it would work. He smiled a little while his lips still interlocked with the other man's, and he continued to do so even as Tatsumi pulled away once more. This was certainly a nice experience - if only a little odd.

"Mmm..." He could only manage that sound when he felt those touches. The only thing that seemed wrong was that the other man seemed a little more hesitant. Again. Of course, a little more reassurance always helped when someone was paused by doubts. His hands reached for the sides of Tatsumi's face to pull him in for an impromptu kiss, perhaps a little less in-control than Yuuto would have preferred, but the message still remained nonetheless. It's all okay.

A part of Tatsumi ached in response to the kiss. Were it Tsuzuki.... But it wasn't Tsuzuki, and he wondered if Tsuzuki could ever actually want him in that way. He responded to the kiss readily, and decided to take the blond in surprise by preparing him then and there. A part of him wanted to stop, but it was much, much, much too late for him to be able to do anything to stop himself.

As he entered the blond, he couldn't help but let a tiny sigh escape. "Tsuzuki..."

He thought his eyes felt a bit wet, but he was sure it was just sweat.