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86 freshly cooked shrimp	By : zoinomiko Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Crossovers Views: 733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. I do not know Yuki, Kikasa, or any of the other mentioned celebrities, and I do not profit from these writings.

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86 freshly cooked shrimp
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Less than an hour after I first met him, I saw him chew on a box of shrimp. The box. I think it was still wrapped in plastic.

We were on… some crazy game show. Fun times, good publicity. He gave me a handful of chocolate mushroom cookies backstage before the show, and said that they would act as protection against Psycho le Cemu. He was always a bit silly and strange like that.

Snacks or not, at the end of the show my band had won, and his band took home second… the prize for it ending up being a box of some kind of frozen shrimp that he seemed very excited about – the same box of shrimp that he started chewing on onstage. He offered me a taste of the other corner as we walked off set, to which I laughed again and politely declined.

At that time… my band was at the pinnacle of our fame. I’d thought we were going out that night, to celebrate or what not… but it turned out that Miyabi had a photoshoot, and Kazuki had a date, Saki… I think went home to his family, and so we said our goodbyes at the studio.

Before I could head to the train, however… he caught the end of my scarf to tug my attention. His arms were still wrapped around the box of shrimp, looking at me with big eyes over the top of it. “Kika-san… they want you to eat them. They keep calling your name.”

I laughed at his words, shaking my head. “Iie, they’re yours. I wouldn’t know what to do with frozen shrimp, Yuki-san.”

“I do.” He gave an enthusiastic nod, the same kind of silly, carefree excitement he’d shown on stage. “And I have to cook them and if Hiro and I eat them all we’ll get very fat and Hiro will have to buy a new suit. So. You have to come eat them with us. Come.”

I glanced over to his bandmate, who was chuckling softly. He gave a grin and raised a pierced eyebrow. “Come on over, he really is a good cook.”

I looked back to Yuki, who was almost wiggling with excitement, still clutching the shrimp, and laughed again. He always seemed to manage to make me laugh. “I’d love to, then.”

---

There was something very refreshing about hanging around them both… Yuki especially, at his unfettered joy at seemingly everything around him. I ended up sleeping on their couch that night, full of shrimp and beer and onegiri, and Yuki’s intoxicated plans for the most grand and glorious session band ever after a night of jamming with them.

Yuki helped me through a lot that year, through the breakup of my band and trying to find myself again afterwards, though I’m not sure if it was intentional or if he ever even realized it. But somehow it seemed that whenever I needed a break from it all, and a laugh, suddenly he’d call and drag me out to see him, out drinking or karaoke, and we’d always end up back at their apartment for a jam. We did our first session band in the spring of 2003… I’d missed the stage so much, and it was like I’d never left… but better. Playing with Yuki was all laughter and silliness, and just the smiles that I needed.

I think I’d always felt somewhat more than just friendly towards him. He was adorable, I couldn’t help it. I loved how he made me feel about myself, feel about everything when I was with him. So what I felt grew over time, made me crave his company. At the same time, I’d long since resigned myself to the realization that romance wasn’t going to be something that happened in my life…. So while I let myself entertain a sweet longing for him every once and a while, I knew there was no use in pining. I didn’t think it would ever become an issue….

We ended up back at his apartment one night, after an interview, like we often did. He’d cooked, he always loved to cook for me, and we’d both had ample amounts of beer and more than a few celebratory shots of tequila, talking and joking. He wanted to put out another single, wanted to play with a couple of the melodies we’d written, and so we jammed, my bass and his acoustic and his scribbled notes and our empty beer cans, until the instruments were set aside again to idle talk and laughter.

“You know…” He said, suddenly falling into an attitude of deep introspection, “You know, we’re missing something. Do you know what we’re missing?”

I gave a soft chuckle, turning my head to watch him on the couch beside me. “Our sobriety?”

He gave a cackle of laughter at that. “Yes! Beer, on stage! The next concert we do should be a party. I’ll bring a keg, you invite the guys, and we’ll just jam and let the fans watch. It’ll be awesome!”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Somehow I don’t think that would go over well.”

He made a face at that, puffing out his cheeks and turning his mouth down into an exaggerated pout. “You doubt too much, Kikaaaa. It would be so fun. AREA would let us.”

I paused to consider that, nodding slowly. “You know… they probably would.”

He laughed, nodding vigorously and leaning over to scrawl “KEG PARTY” across the top of the page of sheet music we’d been writing experiments on. “It’s settled, then. That was a great idea. But that wasn’t what I was talking about.”

I laughed again, draining the rest of my can and setting it aside, feeling very warm and relaxed and at ease with him. “What were you talking about, Yuki?”

“Fanservice.” He gave a matter of fact nod.

I chuckled, rolling my eyes. “Between who? Thinking we should get our support guitarist all glammed up and make him and the drummer smooch while we have a beer?”

Yuki cackled again, shaking his head. “That would be great too! But nonono, that’s not what I meant.” He set aside his empty can to lean over and look at me intently, his brown eyes wide.

I raised my eyebrows a little, questioning his sudden closeness. “What did you mean, then?”

He flashed a grin, cheeks dimpling, and the next thing I knew he was kissing me.

It took a very long moment for my brain to register what was happening, a moment in which my body reacted how it wanted to, lips parting to his warm kisses with a soft moan. His kisses were sweet and playful, tasting me as his arms slipped around my waist, pressing me back into his couch a little as he moved closer, sucking on my lips and tongue. My brain flashed a sudden shock and alarm, and I pushed it away, wanting to keep thought out of the moment, returning his kisses and desire. It had been so long...

When he broke from my lips and started to kiss down my throat, my brain kicked back into control with a sudden jolt of fear. “I – I have to go home.”

He gave a little questioning noise, expression confused as he pulled back, as I broke from his embrace. “Home?”

I stumbled to my feet, fumbling to pull on my jacket. “Yes – I’m sorry, I have to go.”

He stood as well, slowly, watching me, confused expression becoming a little hurt. “Kika….”

"I'm sorry," I repeated again, thinking only that I had to get out of there before I made any more mistakes. "I'm sorry, I - I'll call, I… I have to go." I couldn't look at him any more, stuffed my feet into my shoes, tugging open his door, disappearing outside into the night.

I’m not sure how I kept enough of my wits about me enough to call a cab to get home, I hardly remember it. I had enough cash to pay the cab, a godsend as I’m sure I was shaking too hard to be able to sign a visa receipt. The driver asked if I was all right, but I hardly heard him, thanking him distractedly and disappearing into my apartment.

Safe.

Safe and alone.

Uran-chan was sleeping, but I woke him anyway, burying my face in his soft bunny fur and giving way to tears finally. I couldn’t think of anything in that moment beyond despair, that I’d ruined things with him after all, and I fell asleep fitfully with the thought that I’d never laugh with him again.

---

Appropriately, I was hung over as hell the next morning.

I didn’t call.

It was the most horrible, cruel cowardice. I tried. Turned on my keitai. Dialed the number. But the fear of what he might say kept me from connecting it through. So I tried to distract myself, to push it from my mind like I always did with things that frightened me. Run away. It had always been so easy to run… and so very stupid. My mind flashed back to the last boy I’d kissed like that… the sultry inviting smile, the taste of him… and with it, all the hurt and regret that followed…. No, I just couldn’t face that again.

I managed on in the weeks that followed. I always did. Threw myself into my day job, and was nothing but distracted and quiet the few times I went out with friends. Just wanted to lock myself in my work, or in my apartment with my other bass, play and try and forget.

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Hiro’s call one evening startled me from my revere. “Moshi moshi?”

“Hey. Hiro desu.” He paused on the other end of the line. “You left your bass at our place.”

I felt my cheeks heat with blood. Of course I had, I knew that. I was far too drunk and upset that night to think about packing it up. But his mention of it reminded me all to acutely of how rude I’d been. “Ah – hai. I’m sorry. I… should come and get it.”

“Mm. You should. And you should sit down and talk to Yuki.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, bringing my fingers up to touch my mouth, , a nervous reflex left over from when I used to bite my nails as a child. “I… I don’t know if I can do that….”

There was a soft, disapproving noise from the other end of the phone. “I would very much appreciate it if you would.”

I gave a soft sigh. “It’s not that easy ….”

“Look, Kikasa-san.” He echoed my sigh. “I have no idea what happened between the two of you, but he’s upset, he’s been out of sorts for weeks and it isn’t getting better. He’s – he’s not him, it’s not right. Don’t you care about that at all?”

I gave a little shiver, my voice coming softer despite myself. “I do, but… I don’t know if anything I can say will help.”

“Why not?”

I closed my eyes again, silent long enough that Hiro questioned me again by name. “Kikasa-san?”

“He…. He kissed me….”

“Oh.” There was silence on the other end, and I listened madly for any sign of his reaction to that, my heart racing. Finally, he cleared his throat. “Well, you know. You were both pretty drunk, and you know how Yuki can get.”

My heart sank again at the reminder, and I gave a little nod, unseen. “Yeah…”

“Don’t even think twice about it, hm? Just stop by, I’m sure you two’ll be chatting again in no time.”

I gave a little nod again, miserable. “Hai….”

“He’s home now, if you’re not busy. I’m running a few errands but I can stop by and pick you up if you like.”

I gave a soft sigh. Might as well get it over with. “Iie, it’s all right… I’ll catch a cab over. Thank you, Hiro.”

“Mm. You take care, I’ll see you later.”

I stalled for as long as I dared… changing into comfortable black slacks and a soft, wine coloured angora sweater, feeding Uran-chan. But I knew I couldn’t put it off any longer, and I bundled myself into my coat, catching a cab and heading over there.

There was no response after I buzzed up. I almost held my breath, thinking that perhaps Hiro was wrong, that he wasn’t at home after all. But could I really bear to turn around and go home after coming this far already? Before I could make that decision, the call button crackled, and I identified myself politely.

“Kika…?” Yuki was silent on the other end for a moment, and then the door buzzed open with no reply.

The door to his apartment, when I reached it, opened almost before I had knocked. My friend greeted me with a little soft smile, a shadow of the ones I was so used to seeing. “Okaeri, Kika….”

I lowered my eyes, feeling suddenly shy and even more self conscious. “I’m sorry to bother you… Hiro called and asked me to come pick up my bass….”

“Ah – yeah, of course… come in?” He stepped back from the door, and I came inside, slipping out of my shoes, following him silently into their living area.

“I… I’m sorry I didn’t call….”

He stopped with a hand on the back of the couch, half turning back to me, his face uncharacteristically serious. “Why?”

“Because… it was very rude of me?”

“But… why didn’t you call? You told me that you would….”

I felt my cheeks heat up, and looked down, very self conscious, and more embarrassed. “I… I didn’t really know what to say.”

He gave a soft sigh, moving to sit on the couch and patted the seat beside him, which I silently moved to and sat down on, looking down at my lap, not knowing what else to do. He was silent of a long moment, but I could feel him watching me, and I lowered my head a little, letting my hair fall over my face.

“I’m sorry I pushed for something that you weren’t ready for,” he said, finally. “I thought it would be ok on the 86th date, but if it’s not then I’ll just do whatever you think is appropriate. Will you stop being mad at me for it now?”

I looked up at him, a little confused. “… what?”

His lips turned down into a little pout. “Missed having you around. You don’t laugh when you’re not here.”

“I’m sorry…” I started, still not entirely certain what he was getting at. It was difficult to follow him sometimes. “I just… it’s a bad idea for me to… when I’m drunk….”

His eyebrows knit together a little, giving a slow nod at my words. “Which is the bad part, the drunk or the kissing?”

“I… I don’t really know how to answer that.”

“Well… you drink a lot… but I’ve never seen you kiss anyone. You don’t like kissing?”

I shook my head, his reasoning making me a little confused as I tried to respond. “It’s not that… I just…” I gave a soft sigh, looking down at my lap. “It’s just generally never turned out well.”

“Kissing doesn’t turn out well?”

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to figure out how to salvage this, how to get us back to the way they were. “People… people do things when they’re drunk… and they regret it afterwards. Because they don’t mean it.” I had a hand to my mouth without realizing it, and my fingers were cold, trembling against my lips. “Yuki… I don’t - I don’t want you to hate me for something you didn’t mean to do….”

His eyes lit up suddenly, lips twitching as if he was trying to stop himself from smiling. “Ohhhh. You made me think that it was because you didn’t like me.”

I felt my cheeks heat up again, and lowered my head a little. “Yuki….”

He was smiling now, and shifted a little closer to me on the couch. “It confused me because, while I may be a silly bunny sometimes, I’m not a stupid bunny. And I knew I couldn’t be wrong about you.”

My cheeks were burning, I’m sure it was visible. Had I really been that obvious? I was so certain I’d behaved myself. I made a grasping attempt at innocence. “What do you mean…?”

He gave a little chuckle, once more my impish friend. “I have a secret to tell you.”

I watched him with wide eyes as he leaned closer, my heart racing faster. “… a secret?”

He flashed a playful grin again with those adorable dimples, his voice lowering conspiratorially. “I’m not drunk right now.”

“But…”

He lifted a finger to press against my lips, still smiling softly, his voice low and warm and gentle. “And neither are you, so neither of us have any excuses.” He gave a little wriggle on the couch, and I let out a bit of my nervousness in a soft laugh, searching his eyes, trying very hard not to let my mind race towards what his words might mean, what I wanted them to mean.

“Yuki....”

“Shhh….” He said again, and his finger moved from my lips to stroke my hair out of my face gently with his fingertips, skin just barely brushing mine, making my breath come faster. “I’ll even ask permission this time… may I kiss you?”

I closed my eyes with a little shiver, turning my face up towards him and trying to calm the sudden clench of nervousness and excitement bundled in my stomach, managing to breath a reply. “Please…”

I didn’t realize that I was trembling until he slipped his hand into my hair, pressed his lips to mine gently with a soft, soothing noise, slipping his arm around my waist. “Shh…” he murmured against my lips, and I parted them slightly to him, wanting to drink in everything about him, the soft melody of his words and the whisper of his breath, the caress of his lips against mine. “Daijoubu desu, Kika…”

I must have whimpered his name in reply, because he repeated his words again between kisses, soft, gentle caresses of his lips against mine, voice low and warm. “Wouldn’t want to hurt you in a million years…”

I arched into his embrace without hesitation, craving his closeness, craving anything he would give me, the loneliness and uncertainty of the past weeks leaving me feeling more than a little vulnerable and needy. “… wanted this for so long…!”

He gave a soft, approving noise at that, smiling against my mouth, his warmth and the gentle touch of his fingers in my hair slowly calming. His kisses slowly grew bolder as I calmed, yearning like they were when I first tasted him, catching my bottom lip between his to suck gently, teasing the sensitive skin with a flick of his tongue. I let my lips part more to him, craving the taste of him, warm and sweet as his tongue caressed mine, teasingly fleet at first, then hungrier as I responded, letting him claim my mouth and claiming his in return. I was giving soft noises of pleasure against his mouth, almost without realizing it, little low moans deep in my throat that only seemed to make him more eager, our mouths hardly parting now as desire became more heated, his tongue circling mine, teasing the sensitive roof of my mouth, sucking at my lips and tongue.

When his fingers curled in my hair to tug my head back gently, I didn’t complain this time, his mouth hot and eager as it moved to tease my neck. He kissed my throat open-mouthed, sucking on the skin, giving little teasing nips that made me whimper and squirm against him, fingers clenching in the fabric of his cargos at his hips. He pressed me back into the couch a little, nuzzling aside the low neck of my sweater to kiss the crook of my neck, his free hand stroking over my upper body slowly as if wanting to memorize the feel of me.

The touch of his fingers against my bare skin was almost electric as he let his hand slide up from my hip up underneath my sweater, fingertips teasing a nipple as he bit harder at the crook of my neck. The intensity of the soft lick of pain drove a shock of pleasure down my spine to my groin, and I gave a soft, breathless cry, hips jerking up a little of their own accord. His chuckle against my skin was throaty, approving, and he nipped at my skin again, continuing to kiss and bite. He listened for the parts of my neck and shoulder that brought the strongest reaction, lavishing attention on them until I was fairly writhing under him, gasping his name as his mouth pulled whimpering cries from mine.

He let his mouth linger on my earlobe before speaking, voice soft and more than a little husky. “You’re too far away, Kika… come sit on my lap…?”

I tried to catch my breath as he pulled back, watching me with his warm brown eyes dark and promising. He patted his lap lightly with a little grin. “Promise I won’t bite… not in ways you don’t like, at least.” He laughed at that, which I joined easily, letting the laughter take my nervousness. I slipped to straddle his lap, just a bit shy as I slipped my arms around his shoulders, leaning down to claim his mouth again with mine.

Kissing him made me entirely forget about my self-consciousness, forget about everything but our kisses and the exquisite contact of his touch. His hands stroked up and down my back under my sweater, smoothing over my ass to cup it and urge me closer as we kissed. I broke from his mouth to draw a trembling gasp as I let my hips arch against his, the flood of sensation at the exquisite pressure of his form against my erection almost as much of a thrill as the realization that he was as hard as I was. He gave soft groans of pleasure into my mouth as we started to grind together slowly, his fingers kneading at my ass to urge me on, our hungry kisses turning to soft caresses between breathless gasps of pleasure, the sensation electric, making me crave him more with every shudder of my hips.

There was a click from the front door and a sudden exclamation that jolted my attention back to reality. I sat bolt upright, the sudden clamp of Yuki’s arms around my waist the only thing that kept me from jerking away in sudden self-conscious embarrassment at being caught. “Hiro -!”

At the doorway, Hiro’s eyebrows went through a variety of interesting positions as he slowly put his keys back in his coat pocket, blindly pushing the door shut behind him. “Well,” he said finally, clearing his throat. “I’m glad that you two are finally, ah… talking.”

Yuki had his head against my shoulder, watching Hiro, his arms giving me a possessive squeeze. “Mine.”

His roommate looked a little bemused, tucking his coat in the closet. “I can see that.”

I’m sure my cheeks were as bright as my hair at this point, remembering belatedly our earlier telephone conversation and Hiro’s mention of being on his way home. I tried to hold still against Yuki, willing the erratic beating of my heart to slow. “Gomen nasei….”

Hiro gave an absent wave of his hand, moving past us and into the small kitchen nook. “Oh, don’t mind me. Said I was glad you two were talking. I’m just going to be in here with my very large and loud pair of stereo headphones, eating leftovers and reminding Yuki that he does actually have a bedroom in this apartment.” He quirked his pierced eyebrow pointedly as he made that statement.

Yuki gave a little sheepish laugh, raising his head to look at me with a bright smile. He loosened one arm around me to smooth a stray strand of hair out of my face, smile warm and playful. “What do you think, anata? Should we go snuggle?”

I glanced towards the slightly ajar door of his bedroom hesitantly, knowing full well that snuggling would not end up being all that happened. But it made it sound simpler. Easier. And his sweet familiarity of speech made me smile. “Ah… hai, please….”

Hiro gave a vague wave over his shoulder, digging something out of the fridge. He was already wearing the kind of huge wireless headphones that make DJ’s have wet dreams, and he flicked them louder, ignoring us.

I gave a soft sigh of relief, brushing my lips against Yuki’s before pulling away, feeling more than a little self-conscious at my arousal. He stood with me, giving a little soothing noise as he slipped an arm around my waist, tugging me into his room, flicking on the soft bedside lamp. I’d seen it a few times, comfortable and generally uncluttered beyond some music books and a few abandoned multi-coloured socks.

He slipped his arms around my waist again as we stood, nuzzling my hair, dropping soft kisses against it. “Don’t want anything that would make you uncomfortable, Kika… just want to be with you….”

I gave a little shiver, curling into him more, speaking softly. "Just be here tomorrow..."

He moved to nuzzle my hair again, dropping soft kisses on my jaw and earlobe. "Hai... and the next day, and the day after that... as long as you'll have me..."

"Always..." I breathed, closing my eyes to his kisses, his soft murmur of happiness. I let my hands stroke hungrily over his form, tugging his t-shirt out of his cargos and slipping my hands underneath, craving the touch of his skin.

"Love your fluffy sweater," he murmured, slipping his hands underneath again. "But I think it would look better on my floor...."

I gave a soft laugh, letting him tug it off over my head. I followed suit with his shirt, admiring the way the long, silken blonde strands of his hair fell over his bare shoulders. He gave a playful chuckle again, gathering me up in his arms and covering me with kisses, the sensation of bare skin on skin and the caress of his hands and lips making me forget entirely about my self-consciousness again.

It was so easy to let him tug me to the bed to tangle together, our kisses interspersed with breathless gasps of pleasure as I hooked my leg over his thigh. He pressed his thigh between mine so that I could grind against him, warm waves of pleasure coursing through me at the exquisite sensation, grinding my thigh against his erection in return.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, breathless and beautiful, voice a little husky as he ran his fingers through my tousled hair. "Going to do really perverted things to you if we keep on like this, Kika...."

I lowered my eyes, flushing darkly at his words but arching a little closer, rocking my hips slowly against his. “I don't want to stop...." I tilted my head to kiss him again, craving his touch and passion.

He smiled against my mouth, hands slipping to cup my ass and pull me closer, voice still low and warm. “Just let me know if you change your mind,” he murmured, then shifted lower to press his lips to my chest.

His mouth was like fire on my skin, hot and eager as he covered my chest with kisses, sucking at my nipples until they were drawn to hardened points that he teased with his teeth. His hands moved over me as if to touch as much of me as possible, stroking my sides and hips and thighs. When his hand slipped to palm my erection through my pants, it was like lightning, a hot pulse of pleasure that drew a trembling cry from between my lips, and a satisfied, throaty chuckle from his. He teased me for a moment, cupping and palming my aching hardness through my pants, before tugging open the clasp and zipper, tugging my pants and undies down enough to free me. I arched my hips up into his touch as he began to stroke me, slow and firm, my breath coming in sharp gasps of pleasure, barely able to form words. “Yuki - !”

His mouth was on my stomach now, nibbling at my soft skin, flicking his tongue against my bellybutton, my skin trembling a little under his touch. Then, before I could even think it, that beautiful mouth was on my erection, covering it with slow laps of his tongue that became more eager at my whimpers of pleasure. For a moment I watched him, his hair falling over my thighs as he took the head of my erection in his mouth, teasing me with his tongue and teeth. Then he started to move on me, taking my length in his mouth, working his tongue against me as he did, suckling at my sensitive skin. I let my breath come in little gasping cries of pleasure, helpless to stop it, helpless against anything but the pleasure of his mouth on me. My head fell back against the bed, eyes closing to the sensation, my hands stroking restlessly over his hair and shoulders. “Oh gods...!”

He curled his hands around my hips, cupping and stroking my ass as I arched subconsciously off the bed a little for him, craving more heat and sensation. His reactions were warm and appreciative, little moans around me, dragging his teeth lightly against my sensitive skin as he pulled away, then taking me again. He moved a hand to encircle the base of my erection, stroking and teasing as he held me in place for his ministrations, his free hand kneeding at my ass, then slipping to massage my sac gently. He stroked the sensitive skin behind, letting his fingers brush against, then massage my anus, the sensations hot and overwhelming, driving waves of pleasure through me, quickly building to that desired crest of orgasm.

He started to hum around me, voice low and musical in his throat, and the vibrations of it drove my pleasure to a fever-pitch, my hips bucking up a little into his mouth. “Yuki – gods, I - !”

“Come for me,” he murmured, lips leaving their work just long enough to speak before taking me in his mouth again, deep into his throat. I let myself fall with that last, overwhelming shock of sensation, my body cresting to a burst of pleasure. I shuddered helplessly under him as I came, hot and thick, my fingers clenched trembling in his hair, my world black except for the white-hot pleasure of him and my lips forming his name.

When I came back to myself, his arms were around me, letting me curl close and cling to him as I calmed, heart racing, gasping for breath. His fingers stroked slowly through my hair, returning my kisses as I found his mouth with mine. “So beautiful, Kika.”

I gave a very soft moan against his mouth, drinking in his gentle caresses like the richest wine, thinking for the moment only on the warmth and pleasure of his touch. “You're amazing, Yuki....”

He gave a little chuckle, cheeks dimpling as he watched me, stroking back my hair out of my face with gentle fingers. “Mm, amazing? No, just getting started, anata... just wait until I bring out the body paint and my rubber chicken...”

I was laughing with him again at the sheer randomness of the statement, leaning up to kiss him warmly. “My Yuki....”

“Mm-hmm.” He smiled against my mouth, kisses warm and yearning, and I let my hands stroke over his body, more at ease now that the blaze of my desire had calmed to a soft, beautiful warmth. I wanted to return the pleasure he’d given me, and so I let myself explore his body with my hands and mouth, kissing his neck and chest. My half-removed pants were annoyingly restricting, and so I wiggled out of them, stretching against him naked, loving the feel of his skin.

He gave a breathless groan as I slipped a hand down to stroke him through his jeans, tentatively at first, then more firmly as he expressed his approval. “Mmm, Ki... not gonna stop you... just know you don’t have to....”

“Shh...” I murmured again, tugging his pants open to stroke him, smiling against his chest as I lavished attention on his nipple. It felt so good to explore him, listen to his little groans as I kissed and nipped at his skin, stroking his erection more firmly as his hips rocked up into my touch.

His skin was warm, slightly musky as I slipped down to nuzzle the base of his erection, tasting his hot skin, covering it in long slow laps as he had done. I flicked my tongue against his frenulum before kissing his tip open mouthed, sucking at the hot skin before taking his head in my mouth.

His pleasure was encouraging, his reactions sending waves of satisfaction and bliss through me, and I responded to his cues, working my mouth faster on him. I hadn’t expected it, but I loved feeling him in my mouth, the heat of his hardness filling my mouth almost as addicting as his pleasure. I worked my tongue against the underside of his erection, trying to mimic what had been so pleasing to me, rewarded with his throaty groans, with his hands in my hair urging more. I gave a soft groan of approval around him, letting him guide me, loving the slight control, loving the little cries of pleasure he gave, still musical, even now. “Ki - !”

My elation when he came was almost as ecstatic as my own climax had been. I licked him clean carefully, placing a soft kiss low on his pelvis before moving up to curl in his arms again, letting our bare limbs tangle together.

“My Kika...” he murmured, voice warm and sated, and a little sleepy. I gave a soft noise of agreement, my lips lingering warm on his, then let him nestle my head against his chest, quickly calming under the gentle touch of his fingers on my back. I quickly drifted off to sleep in his arms, warm and happy and safe.

---

Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke with him climbing back into bed with me, a light blanket tucked around our bodies. The room was dark save for a little light from under the door and the window outside.

He curled up behind me, nuzzling my shoulder and wrapping his arms around my waist, his body warm against my back. “There’s a yukata over the chair beside the bed that you can borrow,” he murmured, nuzzling my ear,” and a bottle of water sitting on top of it if you’re thirsty.”

I gave a little appreciative noise, sitting up enough to find it and downing about half, capping it and curling back up with him again. “Thank you....”

He pressed his lips to my shoulder, hands smoothing slowly over my stomach. “Any time, anata.”

I cuddled back into him a little more, loving the decadent warmth of his body pressed up against my back, loving his arms around my waist. “Mmm... that feels nice....”

He gave a very soft chuckle, fingers still moving slowly on my stomach. “Me trying not to molest you?”

I smiled in the darkness, a soft thrill of desire running through me at his words. “Who said you had to try not to...?”

He gave another soft chuckle, his hands slipping up over my chest, pulling me a little closer to him. His caresses were warm, making me feel teased and spoilt all at the same time. “Mmmm... I’m supposed to be polite and let you sleep, not keep you awake by doing perverted things to you....”

I turned my head back towards him, half nuzzling his hair as he started to drop soft kisses along my shoulder. ”Can sleep any time... much rather keep on with the perverted things.”

He kissed the crook of my neck open mouthed, grazing it lightly with his teeth, causing me to give a soft gasp. “Just can’t resist a midnight snack of hot redhead,” he murmured, letting a hand smooth down my body to stroke over my hip.

I wiggled back a little closer to him, giving a soft moan at his touch, ghosting my hands over his. “Mmm, snack away....”

His kisses grew hungrier without the need for further encouragement, sucking and nipping at my skin as his hands stroked over me. The soft touches of pain from his teeth combined with his teasing caresses on my hips and thighs was exquisite, fingers just brushing the base of my shaft, which was quickly responding to the desire he aroused in me. “Wanted you for so long...” he murmured, his words seeming all the more intense and heated in the velvety darkness of night.

I let a soft sigh of pleasure escape my lips, tilting my head back for him, whimpering softly as he nibbled along the tendon in my neck. “I wanted you to,” I breathed in reply, finally giving voice to my words in the safety of his arms. “Since the moment I met you... wanted so badly for you to want me....”

“I loved making you smile,” he said softly, shifting just enough to kiss the corner of my mouth, then my lips as I turned my face into his kisses. I slipped a hand to stroke over his hip, encouraging him closer as our kisses grew more heated, grinding together slowly, his hand slipping to teasingly stroke the base of my quickly hardening erection. His fingers curled around me at my pleading whimper, stroking me slowly as I rocked back against him. He was already hard against me, groaning as I wiggled my ass back against his erection, feeling almost drunk on his obvious pleasure. It felt like we could share a thousand kisses, a thousand caresses, and it wouldn’t be enough to calm the fire kindled between us, the quickly building passion that came from every contact point in our body. I rocked back against him, grinding his erection more against my ass, craving more contact and heat.

“Gods, Kika...” He breath was coming in soft groans to match my little whimpers of pleasure, his hand stroking my erection in time to the slow grind of our hips. “Drive me crazy....”

“Want you,” I whimpered again, breath soft and hot against his mouth, letting my desire and the warm safety of darkness overcome my shyness. “Make love to me...”

“Mmmm...” His fingers tightened just a little around my erection with a wave of pleasure, and he was silent against my mouth for a moment. “You sure?”

“Please,” I murmured again, turning a little more towards him. “Need you like that...”

He gave me one more breathless kiss before pulling away, quickly finding what he was looking for even in the darkness, and I heard a soft rustle of plastic before he pressed close again, nuzzling my hair, his voice arm against my ear. “Stop me if you change your mind, anata...”

I gave a breathless nod, turning into his embrace, letting him guide a pillow under his hips, drinking in his breathless kisses. “Can do whatever you want to me...”

He smiled against my mouth, clicking a bottle of lube open and slipping two slick fingers between my legs, massaging my opening again, teasing and gentle, making me whimper and gasp. “Just want to make you cry out with pleasure again… so very, very beautiful....”

More lube, and then his fingers started to press into me, slow and careful, making me gasp and shiver, stretching around him as he patiently worked his fingers deeper into me. His care was exquisite, nothing like the drunken fumble I’d last known, the teasing pressure from his fingers as he slowly prepped me driving me out of my mind. “Yuki – please...!”

“Shh…” he murmured, and he was trembling against me, kisses yearning, groaning into my mouth as my hand found his latex-covered erection, stroking him firmly. “Don’t wanna hurt you, Ki...”

“Need you,” I whimpered again, drawing a sharp gasp as a third finger joined the first two, pressing deeper into me, my body quickly adjusting to the pressure, stretching around them craving more. “Please - !”

He moved between my legs, pulling them up and apart more and leaning down to kiss me, tasting me hungrily, claiming my mouth with his tongue like I wanted him to claim the rest of me. I whimpered as his fingers left me, but found them quickly replaced by the lubed head of his erection, hard and hot against me, grinding against my anus as he gasped against my mouth. “Anata - !”

“Please!” I gasped again, and then my breath caught as he began to rock inside me, still slow and careful, though his trembling kisses and gasps of pleasure betrayed the passion his self-control was holding at bay.

My fingers clenched at his back at the slow penetration, my body stretching tight and hot around him... but gods, it felt so good! Sharp shudders of pleasure that crawled up my spine, stronger as he began to rock slowly with me, pressing deeper with every thrust. “Yuki - !”

He gasped his shudders of pleasure against my lips, his arm slipping under my hips to pull me to him, leaning on his other forearm, his hand clenching at my shoulder. “Feel so very good, anata -!”

I gave a whimpering moan in agreement to his words, not trusting my voice for the moment, full of the sensation of him rocking deeper inside me, the hot pressure of it sending pulses of pleasure through me. My body had half expected remembered pain, but this was none of that, his erection slick and hot, bringing more sensation as he started to move a little faster in me.

I pulled my legs up higher against his sides, craving more depth, craving feeling entirely possessed by his passion. I let my head fall back to my breathless cries of pleasure, fingers tangling in my hair as he kissed my neck hungrily, nipping at the skin.

“More,” I gasped, and was rewarded by a harder thrust, his thoaty cry of passion, as he rocked deeper into me, biting at the crook of my neck. The sensation was more intense than I could have imagined, and I couldn’t stop myself from crying out, begging for more with each breath, then exultantly when he gave it to me, beyond caring about modesty, beyond caring about anything but the pleasure he gave me. “Yes!!”

He pulled my hips higher, and suddenly it all connected just right, and the head of his erection was hitting a spot that sent an unimaginably strong flood of sensation through me. I let out a sharp, throaty cry, and in a few hard thrusts my body had been pulled helplessly to an unexpected but most intense orgasm, tensing around him as my climax took me, eyes shut tight to the bursts of hot pleasure that overwhelmed me.

Even lost in my elation, I was aware of the joy of his own climax as he rocked deep into my shuddering form. He cried out my name helplessly against my skin, clutching me tightly, and I tried to hold to that moment of ecstasy, knowing nothing beyond the intensity of sensation, the beauty of our mutual pleasure.

Our breath slowly calmed to soft caresses as our heartbeats returned to normal, lips finding each other for soft, breathless kisses, almost reverent and a little overwhelmed. He held me tight like that for a moment, stealing a lingering kiss before he slowly let my hips ease back down, pulling away with a little noise of loss.

My limbs were trembling a little from exhaustion, mind still flat lining as he pulled away just long enough to trash the condom, curling up against me to gently clean off my stomach with a cool wipe that felt delicious against my skin. After tossing it, he tugged me close to curl up with him again, kisses gentle on my forehead, breathing my name softly.

I closed my eyes, blessed out on sensation, turning my face up to his to kiss him gently. “My Yuki....”

He gave a soft, happy murmur of assent, kissing my eyelids gently, voice barely more than a whisper. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” I murmured softly in reply, letting his kisses and caresses lull me back to sleep.

---

I was cold when I woke up in the morning. There was a sharp burst of fear as my body registered that I was alone in the bed, and I sat up with a soft gasp, panicked and disoriented. Within moments, however, his voice reached me, soft sung notes from beyond the bedroom door, which had been left a little ajar. Beautiful. I let myself relax, pulse returning to normal, smiling now as I thought back on the night before, listening to him sing. How had I doubted him, even for a moment…?

I tugged his yukata from where he’d left it on the chair, slipping into it and tying it around my waist before shyly venturing out.

He turned from the stove to catch sight of me as I came out into the common area, his song stopped for a ear-splitting grin. “Kika~! Good morning!”

I gave a soft, happy laugh, slipping into the kitchen at his beckoning for a soft kiss and one armed hug. “Good morning, love...”

His eyes were sparkling, all smiles and attention on me, but still cooking almost without seeming to pay attention to what he was doing. “Hiro bought more shrimp!”

I laughed, glancing over to the common area to where his room-mate was kicked back on the couch with the paper, and he gave a vague wave to the mention of his name, to which I greeted him good morning.

Yuki was making omuraisu with diced shrimp, and sautéed whole shrimps on the side, the smell of it making my mouth water. “I like feeding you,” he mused, taking the plates from me that I got from his cupboard. “’Specially shrimp. Date number one.”

My mind moved back at that, to our conversation the previous night, and I pondered it, tilting my head a little to one side with a curious smile. “Yuki... 86 dates?”

He gave another wide grin. “Hai! The shrimp, and then karaoke and drinking, and then the movie and drinking, and then the takoyaki party and drinking, and then… number five was really just crepes at lunch that one day, but number six was sushi and karaoke and drinking and jamming, so that makes up for it, and seven…”

“You... counted?”

He grinned for me again, the dimples adorable, innocent and cheeky all at once. “I like making you smile.”

I gave a soft chuckle at that, feeling oddly touched by the strange sentiment, cuddling a little closer against his side as he finished cooking. I let my hands rest on his hips, musing without really thinking about it. “What are you going to count now?”

He finished dishing the food onto plates, setting the pan in the sink before turning to embrace me, slipping his arms around my waist and giving me a gentle kiss. “Well... I was thinking... that number one would be in my bedroom after making up a fight, then having shrimp and omuraisu for breakfast...” His eyes sparkled, smiling. “Would that be ok?”

I gave a soft, shy laugh, lowering my head a little, looking up at him through my hair as I gave a little nod. “Hai.”

He grinned, leaning down to kiss my nose, voice warm and low, just audible. “I bet we get to at least twelve today.”

~Owari~
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