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beautymarker) wrote2024-05-01 04:49 pm
beautymarker) wrote2024-05-01 04:49 pm
OPEN POST
PSLs, meme thread continuations, random texts, whatever!
PSLs, meme thread continuations, random texts, whatever!
[ the sun's just starting to meet the horizon by the time yuki gets to the train station. it would've been easier to meet earlier in the day, maybe, but considering the reason suga is making the trek out to tokyo - well, yuki would feel weird just walking around with him for hours while they both thought about what they were here to do.
it's not like he just wants to go right to the hotel, though. suga deserves better than that. the poor kid's probably gonna be nervous - yuki knows he sure would be, if their positions were reversed - so he figures they can hang out a bit first, maybe get some food, just talk and relax and get to know each other a bit better.
and then... yeah. the love hotel. yuki's got a couple of options that he knows will allow two guys; they aren't the nicest places ever, but they're clean enough, and they don't ask questions. considering suga is still technically underage, that's a big plus.
leaning against a telephone pole near the subway entrance, yuki lights up a cigarette and hums softly to himself. this is probably a bad idea, all things considered. suga deserves better than to lose his virginity at a seedy love hotel with an almost-stranger. but, ever since that accidental text, he hasn't been able to stop imagining what the alternative would look like.
suga, desperate and alone. suga, reaching out to more and more strange men online. suga, meeting one of those guys in person. suga, getting taken advantage of by them. suga, his sweet face crushed into a look of utter disappointment, his beautiful body broken and damaged by uncaring hands.
suga, all alone.
it might not happen like that. he could find someone else, someone kind and good, someone closer to his own age. maybe that best friend of his will come around eventually. but yuki doesn't like the thought of waiting to see what road suga might take.
...and, okay, maybe yuki wants this, too. not because he wants to use suga. not because he wants to fuck some teenager. but because suga is just so fucking good, and it's been such a long time since anything good happened to yuki.
he takes one last, long drag before putting his cigarette out in the nearby disposal unit, then checks his phone. the train should be arriving any minute now. ]
it's not like he just wants to go right to the hotel, though. suga deserves better than that. the poor kid's probably gonna be nervous - yuki knows he sure would be, if their positions were reversed - so he figures they can hang out a bit first, maybe get some food, just talk and relax and get to know each other a bit better.
and then... yeah. the love hotel. yuki's got a couple of options that he knows will allow two guys; they aren't the nicest places ever, but they're clean enough, and they don't ask questions. considering suga is still technically underage, that's a big plus.
leaning against a telephone pole near the subway entrance, yuki lights up a cigarette and hums softly to himself. this is probably a bad idea, all things considered. suga deserves better than to lose his virginity at a seedy love hotel with an almost-stranger. but, ever since that accidental text, he hasn't been able to stop imagining what the alternative would look like.
suga, desperate and alone. suga, reaching out to more and more strange men online. suga, meeting one of those guys in person. suga, getting taken advantage of by them. suga, his sweet face crushed into a look of utter disappointment, his beautiful body broken and damaged by uncaring hands.
suga, all alone.
it might not happen like that. he could find someone else, someone kind and good, someone closer to his own age. maybe that best friend of his will come around eventually. but yuki doesn't like the thought of waiting to see what road suga might take.
...and, okay, maybe yuki wants this, too. not because he wants to use suga. not because he wants to fuck some teenager. but because suga is just so fucking good, and it's been such a long time since anything good happened to yuki.
he takes one last, long drag before putting his cigarette out in the nearby disposal unit, then checks his phone. the train should be arriving any minute now. ]
[The silver-haired boy that steps off his second train of the day walks with a casual confidence he doesn't feel in the slightest. As far as his family knows, he's here to visit a friend from Fukurodani Academy; as far as his teammates and other friends know, he's seeing a distant cousin with whom he maintains a friendship; now that he's in the heart of Tokyo and seeking out the face of a near-stranger in the crowd, Suga feels the sheer weight of the risk he's taken threatening to crush the air from his lungs as anxiety starts to set in.
There might be no one here waiting. Yuki might be a serial killer, or a predator that -
- that operates by waiting for random numbers to ask him for a dick pic? No, that's stupid. The absurdity of the situation is what gives him such utter confidence that it really did play out with complete sincerity in every step, and he lifts his chin higher as he steps into the evening light and scans the area for Yuki's kind face.
(But there's still the fact that he's here to lose his virginity, and that keeps making his palms break out in cold sweat too. He spent nearly an hour earlier shoving overnight things into a crossbody duffel bag, then taking several out, then adding a few back again - what's he meant to bring along for a trip like this? Will the wrong thing make him look ridiculous, like he thinks he's going to a kids' sleepover? Should he have gotten new underwear, will his current ones look ratty and unsexy? What if it really does hurt when Yuki -)
Fine. If the thoughts won't quiet down, he'll smile even harder to spite them.
This is how Yuki will get his first in-person glimpse of Sugawara Koushi - dressed simply but with some style, a bit sleepy-eyed from the journey, clutching the strap of his bag and trying to look excited and bold instead of anxious and lost.]
There might be no one here waiting. Yuki might be a serial killer, or a predator that -
- that operates by waiting for random numbers to ask him for a dick pic? No, that's stupid. The absurdity of the situation is what gives him such utter confidence that it really did play out with complete sincerity in every step, and he lifts his chin higher as he steps into the evening light and scans the area for Yuki's kind face.
(But there's still the fact that he's here to lose his virginity, and that keeps making his palms break out in cold sweat too. He spent nearly an hour earlier shoving overnight things into a crossbody duffel bag, then taking several out, then adding a few back again - what's he meant to bring along for a trip like this? Will the wrong thing make him look ridiculous, like he thinks he's going to a kids' sleepover? Should he have gotten new underwear, will his current ones look ratty and unsexy? What if it really does hurt when Yuki -)
Fine. If the thoughts won't quiet down, he'll smile even harder to spite them.
This is how Yuki will get his first in-person glimpse of Sugawara Koushi - dressed simply but with some style, a bit sleepy-eyed from the journey, clutching the strap of his bag and trying to look excited and bold instead of anxious and lost.]
[ It's pretty busy, even though it's a Saturday; the train station is filled with people meeting up with friends, couples going on dates, and salarymen working overtime. Despite the crowd, though, spotting Suga is easy. His hair stands out, for one thing, but more than that is the lost look clinging to him despite how hard he's trying to seem like he knows exactly what he's doing.
As soon as Yuki sets eyes upon him he knows this was the right decision - there's no way some other guy wouldn' take advantage of Suga's innocent eagerness. He does his best to ignore the weird little jump in his chest as he takes in the other boy's appearance. For a kid from the country, he's surprisingly stylish. Yuki's not dressed quite as nicely, but in his black hoodie and ripped jeans, he definitely matches the image Suga would've gotten from their previous conversations. ]
Suga-kun!
[ Lifting one long arm, Yuki waves cheerfully. He's tall, which should make finding him easy enough, and he's got his guitar case slung over his back like usual, which makes him stand out further. He takes a few steps closer, but the emerging crowd makes it difficult to make it all the way - it's gonna be up to Suga to close the distance. ]
As soon as Yuki sets eyes upon him he knows this was the right decision - there's no way some other guy wouldn' take advantage of Suga's innocent eagerness. He does his best to ignore the weird little jump in his chest as he takes in the other boy's appearance. For a kid from the country, he's surprisingly stylish. Yuki's not dressed quite as nicely, but in his black hoodie and ripped jeans, he definitely matches the image Suga would've gotten from their previous conversations. ]
Suga-kun!
[ Lifting one long arm, Yuki waves cheerfully. He's tall, which should make finding him easy enough, and he's got his guitar case slung over his back like usual, which makes him stand out further. He takes a few steps closer, but the emerging crowd makes it difficult to make it all the way - it's gonna be up to Suga to close the distance. ]
[It just so happens that Suga's heart skips in exactly the same way when he hears Yuki's voice and turns toward it - as impossibly cool as Yuki looks in person, his cheerful greeting and bright smile wash away any lingering insecurities in a wave of pure relief. This is exactly who he spoke to in texts and video and phone calls. This is Yuki.
He doesn't know if that's a family or given name, and Yuki doesn't know his given name, but factual knowledge like that isn't the point. He can feel the person he came to visit in Yuki's presence and that's what matters.]
Yuki-kun, there you are! [With that massive smile that's probably all too familiar to Yuki now, Suga lets the crowd push him in the right direction until it thins out enough for him to break away and hurry to Yuki's side.] The Shinkansen's so cool but god, am I ever glad to be here!
[If they weren't both wearing bags, he'd probably throw his arms around Yuki in a tight hug that might not even be welcome here in public... but the urge is there. His whole body is already charged with the desire to make contact, even just friendly first meeting contact. All he can do is grip the strap of his bag even tighter as he takes in the sight of Yuki in person, all the little details he could never get from a video call.
One that Yuki might find interesting, and which Suga never got to mention, is that there's only just over inch difference in their height - when the tallest member of your team is over six feet and he's a first-year, it's easy for a guy to forget that he's on the tall side himself for an average Japanese 18 year old.]
He doesn't know if that's a family or given name, and Yuki doesn't know his given name, but factual knowledge like that isn't the point. He can feel the person he came to visit in Yuki's presence and that's what matters.]
Yuki-kun, there you are! [With that massive smile that's probably all too familiar to Yuki now, Suga lets the crowd push him in the right direction until it thins out enough for him to break away and hurry to Yuki's side.] The Shinkansen's so cool but god, am I ever glad to be here!
[If they weren't both wearing bags, he'd probably throw his arms around Yuki in a tight hug that might not even be welcome here in public... but the urge is there. His whole body is already charged with the desire to make contact, even just friendly first meeting contact. All he can do is grip the strap of his bag even tighter as he takes in the sight of Yuki in person, all the little details he could never get from a video call.
One that Yuki might find interesting, and which Suga never got to mention, is that there's only just over inch difference in their height - when the tallest member of your team is over six feet and he's a first-year, it's easy for a guy to forget that he's on the tall side himself for an average Japanese 18 year old.]
i was thiiiis close to mentioning their heights in my last tag lol, same brain 🧠✨
northmagnet
2024-05-05 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This is about as far from a traditional relationship as you can get, right down to their names. It doesn't really matter to Yuki what they call one another, as long as they're both happy with whatever it ends up being. Besides, it's easier like this. They aren't getting married or anything. If Suga wasn't such a sweetheart, Yuki might not even care about maintaining the "friends" part of this friends-with-benefits arrangement.
But Suga is a sweetheart, and that only becomes more clear as his brilliant smile flashes across Yuki's vision. It's impossible not to feel happier just seeing it.
As the other boy approaches their height similiarity becomes obvious, and it would be a lie if Yuki tried to say it wasn't a little surprising. Sure, he knew they couldn't be that far apart, but over video Suga always seemed smaller - something about the way his body looked and moved. Now, in person, Yuki realizes they're almost eye-to-eye.
He also notices just how energized Suga seems, his body practically vibrating. It might just be a byproduct of sitting on trains for hours, but Yuki has a feeling it's got more than a little to do with the purpose of this visit. ]
It's good to see you in person, [ he agrees, stepping closer as people rush past them. The nice thing about Tokyo is that there are so many people living there, very few actually pay attention to anyone else (unless they're making trouble, of course). And that means it's pretty easy to lean in and wrap an arm around Suga's waist loosely, drawing him just the slightest bit nearer.
Yuki's had plenty of time to think about how best to approach this. Should he touch Suga right away? Should he let the younger boy make the first move? He's been thinking and thinking and thinking, and in the end he decided that going with the flow was easier than any sort of strategy his brain could possibly come up with.
So, sensing Suga's energy - and feeling more than a little nervous excitement himself - he tilts his head and presses a chaste kiss to the corner of Suga's mouth. ]
But Suga is a sweetheart, and that only becomes more clear as his brilliant smile flashes across Yuki's vision. It's impossible not to feel happier just seeing it.
As the other boy approaches their height similiarity becomes obvious, and it would be a lie if Yuki tried to say it wasn't a little surprising. Sure, he knew they couldn't be that far apart, but over video Suga always seemed smaller - something about the way his body looked and moved. Now, in person, Yuki realizes they're almost eye-to-eye.
He also notices just how energized Suga seems, his body practically vibrating. It might just be a byproduct of sitting on trains for hours, but Yuki has a feeling it's got more than a little to do with the purpose of this visit. ]
It's good to see you in person, [ he agrees, stepping closer as people rush past them. The nice thing about Tokyo is that there are so many people living there, very few actually pay attention to anyone else (unless they're making trouble, of course). And that means it's pretty easy to lean in and wrap an arm around Suga's waist loosely, drawing him just the slightest bit nearer.
Yuki's had plenty of time to think about how best to approach this. Should he touch Suga right away? Should he let the younger boy make the first move? He's been thinking and thinking and thinking, and in the end he decided that going with the flow was easier than any sort of strategy his brain could possibly come up with.
So, sensing Suga's energy - and feeling more than a little nervous excitement himself - he tilts his head and presses a chaste kiss to the corner of Suga's mouth. ]
well of course it's surprising, his twink energy is off the charts!
beautymarker
2024-05-05 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Suga gasps when Yuki pulls him closer, his copper-coloured eyes popping comically wide - about five seconds in Yuki's company and Suga's already thrillingly off-balance, startled and flattered and excited beyond anything he's ever known. It's an early sign that he has to be ready for anything and one he takes very seriously.
And then Yuki kisses him.
Everything about Suga, right down the energy buzzing around him, goes still, and his face takes on that same awed expression Yuki will recognize from their video chats. It's the look that says this is real, this is happening, I've become the protagonist of a story I never thought would cross paths with my life; he's just been swept up into the arms (arm, but close enough) of his secret paramour and kissed (a light peck, but more than close enough) in front of whoever should happen to walk by in the heart of Tokyo.
Once the shock wears off, he lets out an indignant noise and turns his face away from Yuki as his cheeks flush pink.]
That's not fair!! I just got here, you can't start doing such cute things already!
And then Yuki kisses him.
Everything about Suga, right down the energy buzzing around him, goes still, and his face takes on that same awed expression Yuki will recognize from their video chats. It's the look that says this is real, this is happening, I've become the protagonist of a story I never thought would cross paths with my life; he's just been swept up into the arms (arm, but close enough) of his secret paramour and kissed (a light peck, but more than close enough) in front of whoever should happen to walk by in the heart of Tokyo.
Once the shock wears off, he lets out an indignant noise and turns his face away from Yuki as his cheeks flush pink.]
That's not fair!! I just got here, you can't start doing such cute things already!
[ The gasp doesn't go unheard - Yuki's ears are his strongest feature - but he doesn't make any sign that he's noticed it. He doesn't want to call Suga out for being what he is; no matter how large the gap in their experience is, Yuki wants Suga to feel like they're on even footing.
...except, okay, if even just a little kiss like that is enough to make the poor kid turn pink, then Yuki's got a lot more on his plate than he bargained for.
For a long second his eyes meet Suga's and he just looks, taking in that expression of his - it's become Yuki's favourite thing in an embarrassingly short amount of time. It tells Yuki that whatever the other boy is feeling is genuine, whether it's excitement or nervousness or surprise. It's a look that makes Yuki feel soft around the edges for the first time in years.
He can't help but laugh good-naturedly when Suga turns away, indulging in that same softness. Why does he have to be so fucking adorable? It should be illegal, honestly. ]
Was that too much?
[ His tone is light and friendly, but there's a hint of genuine concern layered beneath it. He doesn't want to overstep; he'd told Suga as much in their last conversation, when they'd planned the trip.
Promise you'll tell me if I'm making you uncomfortable, he'd said. ]
Sorry. But it's hard to hold back now that you're finally here.
...except, okay, if even just a little kiss like that is enough to make the poor kid turn pink, then Yuki's got a lot more on his plate than he bargained for.
For a long second his eyes meet Suga's and he just looks, taking in that expression of his - it's become Yuki's favourite thing in an embarrassingly short amount of time. It tells Yuki that whatever the other boy is feeling is genuine, whether it's excitement or nervousness or surprise. It's a look that makes Yuki feel soft around the edges for the first time in years.
He can't help but laugh good-naturedly when Suga turns away, indulging in that same softness. Why does he have to be so fucking adorable? It should be illegal, honestly. ]
Was that too much?
[ His tone is light and friendly, but there's a hint of genuine concern layered beneath it. He doesn't want to overstep; he'd told Suga as much in their last conversation, when they'd planned the trip.
Promise you'll tell me if I'm making you uncomfortable, he'd said. ]
Sorry. But it's hard to hold back now that you're finally here.
my other fav has even shorter energy despite standing fully six feet tall, wtf volleyball
beautymarker
2024-05-05 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Suga's been cradling those words close to his heart the whole way to Tokyo. Promise you'll tell me if I'm making you uncomfortable. No one in his life is outright cruel to him or anything, far from it, but Suga's been the one who takes care of others for as long as he can remember. The arrival of a younger brother four years into his life sparked a protective instinct in him that has never waned since, drawing underclassmen and teammates and anyone else who could use a bit of extra attention and care into his orbit and crafting him into the Karasuno vice-captain that can ease anyone's mind with a smile.
No one assumes such a person might need some extra care themselves sometimes. It's only natural. Suga rarely resents that fact and scolds himself on the odd occasions when he does. Now he's got all the attention and care on him, and it feels like a warm blanket wrapped around his heart.]
No... no, not too much. [He still sounds a little sullen when he finally responds, but that's as long as the pout lasts.] You just surprised me. But it's a nice surprise.
[And as a final reassurance, he returns the kiss with a quick, soft brush of his lips against Yuki's.]
No one assumes such a person might need some extra care themselves sometimes. It's only natural. Suga rarely resents that fact and scolds himself on the odd occasions when he does. Now he's got all the attention and care on him, and it feels like a warm blanket wrapped around his heart.]
No... no, not too much. [He still sounds a little sullen when he finally responds, but that's as long as the pout lasts.] You just surprised me. But it's a nice surprise.
[And as a final reassurance, he returns the kiss with a quick, soft brush of his lips against Yuki's.]
oooh which one?? good ol sports anime making 5'10" seem short 😂
northmagnet
2024-05-05 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yuki has never been overly caring or protective, really, but it still feels natural to want to make sure Suga is okay. Maybe it's got something to do with the fact that Yuki's seen beyond that smile, or maybe it's just because Suga is such a good kid.
Or, most likely, it's because Yuki knows what can happen when you treat another person carelessly.
In any case - his smile widens when Suga brushes it off, and it's his own turn to have his eyes widen when he suddenly receives a kiss back. It's fleeting, barely there, but it's a big deal - one that makes Yuki grin wider than ever and wrap both arms around Suga tightly, pulling him in for a proper hug. ]
You're too fuckin' cute, [ he says, a happy laugh bubbling out of him. He pulls back eventually and levels Suga with a kind gaze, then continues: ]
Are you hungry? I wasn't sure if you were gonna have dinner on the train, so I didn't eat yet. But I can just grab something quick if you ate already.
Or, most likely, it's because Yuki knows what can happen when you treat another person carelessly.
In any case - his smile widens when Suga brushes it off, and it's his own turn to have his eyes widen when he suddenly receives a kiss back. It's fleeting, barely there, but it's a big deal - one that makes Yuki grin wider than ever and wrap both arms around Suga tightly, pulling him in for a proper hug. ]
You're too fuckin' cute, [ he says, a happy laugh bubbling out of him. He pulls back eventually and levels Suga with a kind gaze, then continues: ]
Are you hungry? I wasn't sure if you were gonna have dinner on the train, so I didn't eat yet. But I can just grab something quick if you ate already.
you may not have met him properly yet but kunimi from aoba johsai, i play him too
beautymarker
2024-05-06 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah, that's the good stuff. Suga returns the hug eagerly, almost greedily, hiding his face in Yuki's hair when his own laughter threatens to turn into giggles. He's giddy, there's no other word for it - butterflies in his stomach, shiny little soda bubbles popping in his heart, cotton candy in place of his brain giddy.]
Oh, yeah, I ate on the train... we didn't really talk about dinner and I didn't want to impose if that wasn't part of the plan. I don't mind just sitting with you wherever you want to eat, though! Most of what I've seen of Tokyo has been high school gyms, everything else'll count as sightseeing to me.
[That does remind him of something, though, and he pulls his phone out of his pocket with an apologetic look.]
I just need to check in with someone first, sorry - it'll just be a second. [He promised the person he's "visiting" here in Tokyo that he'd make an actual phone call when he arrived safely, not just send a text, so he takes a couple of steps away from Yuki to get that done.] Hi, it's me... safe and sound! All in one piece!... right at the station, yeah... not at all... no, exactly like I expected... okay... alright, I promise... thanks again, Akaashi-kun, I owe you one. Several, honestly... I will! Bye!
[With a sheepish smile, he pockets his phone and admits to Yuki:] The person I came to visit, as far as my parents know. He only agreed to this if I promised to check in a few times, in case something seemed off and I needed help.
Oh, yeah, I ate on the train... we didn't really talk about dinner and I didn't want to impose if that wasn't part of the plan. I don't mind just sitting with you wherever you want to eat, though! Most of what I've seen of Tokyo has been high school gyms, everything else'll count as sightseeing to me.
[That does remind him of something, though, and he pulls his phone out of his pocket with an apologetic look.]
I just need to check in with someone first, sorry - it'll just be a second. [He promised the person he's "visiting" here in Tokyo that he'd make an actual phone call when he arrived safely, not just send a text, so he takes a couple of steps away from Yuki to get that done.] Hi, it's me... safe and sound! All in one piece!... right at the station, yeah... not at all... no, exactly like I expected... okay... alright, I promise... thanks again, Akaashi-kun, I owe you one. Several, honestly... I will! Bye!
[With a sheepish smile, he pockets his phone and admits to Yuki:] The person I came to visit, as far as my parents know. He only agreed to this if I promised to check in a few times, in case something seemed off and I needed help.
ooh not yet but he's a qt! i mostly just know oikawa from aoba lolll
northmagnet
2024-05-06 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Feeling Suga hug back is - nice? That doesn't seem like a strong enough word to describe the sensation that seeps through Yuki's skin and into his soul as Suga's arms tighten around him. When was the last time someone hugged him? It's not really something that happens these days. He'll get a hand on the shoulder, or an elbow in his side, or whatever his partner for the night deems intimate enough to get his clothes off, but a hug?
The feeling lingers even after they part, and Yuki's only half-listening to Suga as his mind tries to figure out what exactly it is that he's feeling. His hands are tingling, almost the same way they do right before a show, but he can't fathom why. This is exciting, sure, but it's not as though he's never met up with someone knowing he's going to sleep with them. ]
Ah, yeah, no worries.
[ He gives Suga a little wave of reassurance before tucking his hands into his pockets and turning away slightly, trying to respect the other's privacy. It's hard not to overhear the conversation, though, and despite his best efforts Yuki can't quite hide the curiosity glimmering in his eyes once Suga's finished.
As far as my parents know.
The way Suga explains it makes Yuki realize, maybe for the first time, just how big a deal this really is for him. He lied to his family, got the help of a faraway friend, spent the good part of a day travelling, all just to meet some stranger.
Is he still a stranger? They've talked plenty by now, but Suga still doesn't know him. Not really. ]
That's a good idea, [ he hears himself say. He would've suggested the same, if he was one of Suga's friends. Yuki pauses for a second, before his mouth moves faster than his brain can stop it: ]
Did you tell him what you're really here for?
The feeling lingers even after they part, and Yuki's only half-listening to Suga as his mind tries to figure out what exactly it is that he's feeling. His hands are tingling, almost the same way they do right before a show, but he can't fathom why. This is exciting, sure, but it's not as though he's never met up with someone knowing he's going to sleep with them. ]
Ah, yeah, no worries.
[ He gives Suga a little wave of reassurance before tucking his hands into his pockets and turning away slightly, trying to respect the other's privacy. It's hard not to overhear the conversation, though, and despite his best efforts Yuki can't quite hide the curiosity glimmering in his eyes once Suga's finished.
As far as my parents know.
The way Suga explains it makes Yuki realize, maybe for the first time, just how big a deal this really is for him. He lied to his family, got the help of a faraway friend, spent the good part of a day travelling, all just to meet some stranger.
Is he still a stranger? They've talked plenty by now, but Suga still doesn't know him. Not really. ]
That's a good idea, [ he hears himself say. He would've suggested the same, if he was one of Suga's friends. Yuki pauses for a second, before his mouth moves faster than his brain can stop it: ]
Did you tell him what you're really here for?
Yeah, he knows. We're out to each other. [Before Yuki can start trying to set the two of them up, Suga quickly adds:] And not interested in each other! I'd have to double my weight with nothing but muscle before I'd be his type. But we've talked about how isolated I am in Miyagi so he got why I'd take the chance on this.
[The truth is, Suga hasn't even known Akaashi for very long and they've only spent a week in each other's company, along with both their teams and several others, at a training camp in Tokyo. That week was all it took for like to recognize like, though, and they wound up becoming fast friends.]
Anyway, the rest of my updates can be texts as long as I don't get any really bad vibes, so it won't be a big deal keeping him posted. [With a wicked little grin, he adds:] And if you were just hiding your true evil intentions until later, now you know that I can call in one of the country's best high school volleyball teams to kick your ass.
[The truth is, Suga hasn't even known Akaashi for very long and they've only spent a week in each other's company, along with both their teams and several others, at a training camp in Tokyo. That week was all it took for like to recognize like, though, and they wound up becoming fast friends.]
Anyway, the rest of my updates can be texts as long as I don't get any really bad vibes, so it won't be a big deal keeping him posted. [With a wicked little grin, he adds:] And if you were just hiding your true evil intentions until later, now you know that I can call in one of the country's best high school volleyball teams to kick your ass.
[ In the brief moment between Yuki's big mouth opening and Suga responding, he worries that he might have come off sounding accusatory. He didn't mean to, but he's never been great with impulse control, and in recent months he's become more and more cynical - not that he'd ever purposefully show that side of himself to Suga.
So it's a relief when the younger boy doesn't seem to take it the wrong way, and instead goes into one of his now-familiar mini-speeches. It's something Yuki's picked up on since that first night; for whatever reason, Suga likes to talk.
Or maybe it's just that he's finally being heard. ]
Oh yeah?
[ That cheeky little threat sweeps away whatever lingering concern is hovering around Yuki's heart and he grins mischievously, reaching out to toy with the fabric of Suga's scarf. ]
What a shame. I'll never be able to achieve my nefarious ends with you now, knowing a bunch of teenage beefcakes could show up at any moment and turn me into a human volleyball.
[ For a moment he feels the urge to kiss Suga again; it's difficult not to, considering how long they've spent waiting for this moment to happen. But he also doesn't want to push himself onto the other too quickly. So, letting his hand drop, he turns and nods toward the sidewalk. ]
C'mon, let's get some food. You sure you're not hungry? It's my treat! Only the finest Tokyo delicacies for my sweet Suga-kun~
So it's a relief when the younger boy doesn't seem to take it the wrong way, and instead goes into one of his now-familiar mini-speeches. It's something Yuki's picked up on since that first night; for whatever reason, Suga likes to talk.
Or maybe it's just that he's finally being heard. ]
Oh yeah?
[ That cheeky little threat sweeps away whatever lingering concern is hovering around Yuki's heart and he grins mischievously, reaching out to toy with the fabric of Suga's scarf. ]
What a shame. I'll never be able to achieve my nefarious ends with you now, knowing a bunch of teenage beefcakes could show up at any moment and turn me into a human volleyball.
[ For a moment he feels the urge to kiss Suga again; it's difficult not to, considering how long they've spent waiting for this moment to happen. But he also doesn't want to push himself onto the other too quickly. So, letting his hand drop, he turns and nods toward the sidewalk. ]
C'mon, let's get some food. You sure you're not hungry? It's my treat! Only the finest Tokyo delicacies for my sweet Suga-kun~
[Suga can't keep himself from prattling away like that when he's talking to Yuki, not even when he feels self-conscious about how much he winds up sharing. There's an odd feeling of urgency driving him each time he presents a silly story or factoid or anecdote to Yuki, as if he needs to catch up to the level of comfortable familiarity they already share.
And, well, it's his way of introducing Yuki to his life and the people who share it with him, since they're not in a position to do so properly yet.]
Well, since you're offering... [He falls into step beside Yuki easily, close enough that their hands and shoulders occasionally knock together when someone has to brush past them going the opposite way.] ... sweet Suga-kun likes his food as spicy as possible, so if you know somewhere that makes extra-hot mapo tofu, I wouldn't turn that down.
And, well, it's his way of introducing Yuki to his life and the people who share it with him, since they're not in a position to do so properly yet.]
Well, since you're offering... [He falls into step beside Yuki easily, close enough that their hands and shoulders occasionally knock together when someone has to brush past them going the opposite way.] ... sweet Suga-kun likes his food as spicy as possible, so if you know somewhere that makes extra-hot mapo tofu, I wouldn't turn that down.
[ It's nice, listening to Suga. Different, the way so many other things are when they talk to each other. Ever since that first accidental message and the ensuing night they shared, Yuki has found himself craving Suga's company. It's a refreshing change of pace from everything else in his life - which is also why he's been much less keen on sharing details about himself. It's easier listening to Suga, imagining his friends and his school, pretending for a little while that he's just another teenager with a million paths open ahead of him.
It's easier, pretending they're dating, not just fucking each other over the phone. ]
Spicy, huh? [ He grins again, impressed. ] You really like that stuff? Dunno if I woulda guessed that just looking at you.
[ As always, Suga seems to have been designed specifically to trick people into underestimating him. ]
There's a spot over there that's pretty good. [ Lifting an arm, he points towards the right, where a gaudy-looking red banner stands out amongst the rest of the shops around it. ] I gotta warn you, though, it's not the prettiest place.
[ He turns to see Suga's reaction - but, just for a second, he habitually glances down. His eyes end up somewhere around Suga's shoulders, where a different boy used to stand, his shy face and warm eyes a constant at Yuki's side.
He corrects himself quickly, though, and covers it up by raising an arm and looping it over Suga's shoulders, ostensibly to tuck him in closer against Yuki's side and out of the way of oncoming pedestrians. ]
It's easier, pretending they're dating, not just fucking each other over the phone. ]
Spicy, huh? [ He grins again, impressed. ] You really like that stuff? Dunno if I woulda guessed that just looking at you.
[ As always, Suga seems to have been designed specifically to trick people into underestimating him. ]
There's a spot over there that's pretty good. [ Lifting an arm, he points towards the right, where a gaudy-looking red banner stands out amongst the rest of the shops around it. ] I gotta warn you, though, it's not the prettiest place.
[ He turns to see Suga's reaction - but, just for a second, he habitually glances down. His eyes end up somewhere around Suga's shoulders, where a different boy used to stand, his shy face and warm eyes a constant at Yuki's side.
He corrects himself quickly, though, and covers it up by raising an arm and looping it over Suga's shoulders, ostensibly to tuck him in closer against Yuki's side and out of the way of oncoming pedestrians. ]
That's alright - it's the food that really matters, not the decor!
[And yet again, Suga's completely delighted by Yuki's surprise. He laughs and opens his mouth to say something more about his love of spicy food, probably another mini-speech, when Yuki wraps an arm around him and pulls him in close and everything he was about to say vanishes from his mind.
It probably makes him look shyer than he really is, the way he keeps blushing or gasping or otherwise reacting so strongly to every little touch, but shyness isn't quite the reason. More than anything, these moments of explicitly intimate but not outright sexual contact are overwhelming because of their sheer newness; each one feeds such a voracious need deep inside of Suga that he's left staggered by the force of his own craving.
None of the moments he shared with girls in middle school really meant anything, for obvious reasons, and he's been romantically chaste since then despite his occasional sexual experimentation. Yuki's affection might as well be water falling on the soil of a stunted and withered plant - it's bringing part of him to life.]
This is nice. [Soft, almost solemn despite the smile on his lips.]
[And yet again, Suga's completely delighted by Yuki's surprise. He laughs and opens his mouth to say something more about his love of spicy food, probably another mini-speech, when Yuki wraps an arm around him and pulls him in close and everything he was about to say vanishes from his mind.
It probably makes him look shyer than he really is, the way he keeps blushing or gasping or otherwise reacting so strongly to every little touch, but shyness isn't quite the reason. More than anything, these moments of explicitly intimate but not outright sexual contact are overwhelming because of their sheer newness; each one feeds such a voracious need deep inside of Suga that he's left staggered by the force of his own craving.
None of the moments he shared with girls in middle school really meant anything, for obvious reasons, and he's been romantically chaste since then despite his occasional sexual experimentation. Yuki's affection might as well be water falling on the soil of a stunted and withered plant - it's bringing part of him to life.]
This is nice. [Soft, almost solemn despite the smile on his lips.]
[ Suga feels solid beneath the weight of Yuki's arm. His shoulders aren't as broad as they could be, maybe, but there's a stability there that's absolutely undeniable. Yet another trait that would've caught Yuki by surprise, if he hadn't already seen every inch of Suga's naked body via video chat.
Different. He's so different.
The reactions are cute, and Yuki knows that there are more than a few guys out there who would absolutely love to take advantage of them. Suga's not unique; there are plenty of teenagers out there hungry for a kind touch, a sweet word, an intimate experience beyond just sex. Maybe it's a bad thing for Yuki to be giving Suga so much.
The problem is, he really can't help it. He's a touchy, affectionate person by nature, and the fact that Suga seems to like each touch and word and glance fills Yuki up with joy. Just as much as Suga needs it, Yuki does, too. He needs to be needed for more than just his body and his voice and his guitar.
This is nice, Suga says, quiet, and Yuki doesn't even try to stop himself from leaning in and pressing a kiss to the other boy's temple. ]
Yeah, [ he murmurs in agreement, slowing their pace ever so slightly, not wanting the moment to pass just yet. ] I'm really glad you came to see me, Suga.
Different. He's so different.
The reactions are cute, and Yuki knows that there are more than a few guys out there who would absolutely love to take advantage of them. Suga's not unique; there are plenty of teenagers out there hungry for a kind touch, a sweet word, an intimate experience beyond just sex. Maybe it's a bad thing for Yuki to be giving Suga so much.
The problem is, he really can't help it. He's a touchy, affectionate person by nature, and the fact that Suga seems to like each touch and word and glance fills Yuki up with joy. Just as much as Suga needs it, Yuki does, too. He needs to be needed for more than just his body and his voice and his guitar.
This is nice, Suga says, quiet, and Yuki doesn't even try to stop himself from leaning in and pressing a kiss to the other boy's temple. ]
Yeah, [ he murmurs in agreement, slowing their pace ever so slightly, not wanting the moment to pass just yet. ] I'm really glad you came to see me, Suga.
[Suga doesn't want the moment to pass either. He slows right to a stop and turns to face Yuki, suddenly feeling like his earlier kiss wasn't an honest or sincere expression of how glad he is that he came. There'll be plenty of time to show Yuki that and much more, of course, but the first kiss someone gives another person is too important not to correct as soon as possible.
So while he's still got Yuki there in the middle of a crowded sidewalk and touching each other in any way is still fresh and brand new, Suga kisses him again with warm and pliant lips parted just enough to give a hint of the wet heat within. That's how he really feels, not coy and cautious.]
So am I. [He breathes, forehead pressed to forehead, nose to nose.]
So while he's still got Yuki there in the middle of a crowded sidewalk and touching each other in any way is still fresh and brand new, Suga kisses him again with warm and pliant lips parted just enough to give a hint of the wet heat within. That's how he really feels, not coy and cautious.]
So am I. [He breathes, forehead pressed to forehead, nose to nose.]
[ As they slow to a stop, the world around them seems to disappear. Everything outside of Suga is white noise; the only thing Yuki can see is his face, and the only thing he can hear is the sound of his own heart beating.
Why is he doing this?
It's been a long time since Yuki was truly honest with himself. Living a lie has been easier than dealing with the truth: that he's a useless dropout, barely getting by, living on the fringes of society. That a single bad decision destroyed any chance he had at happiness. That he's getting exactly what he deserves.
He shouldn't be here. Shouldn't be with Suga. The feelings in his chest are too strong to contain for much longer, and when they explode he doesn't want Suga to be caught in the crossfire.
Why did Suga have to say yes?
As their lips meet properly for the first time, Yuki's eyes slide shut. His fingers reach up, curling around the back of Suga's skull and holding him there, the touch as careful as if he were clutching something made of glass.
Suga kisses him, and Yuki can feel the ball of razor wire he's wrapped around his heart begin to unwind.
He doesn't say anything for a long moment, simply standing there, close as close can be. A long, shaky breath exhales itself from his lungs and he looks at Suga - really, truly looks - before whispering, ]
Last chance to back out, kid.
Why is he doing this?
It's been a long time since Yuki was truly honest with himself. Living a lie has been easier than dealing with the truth: that he's a useless dropout, barely getting by, living on the fringes of society. That a single bad decision destroyed any chance he had at happiness. That he's getting exactly what he deserves.
He shouldn't be here. Shouldn't be with Suga. The feelings in his chest are too strong to contain for much longer, and when they explode he doesn't want Suga to be caught in the crossfire.
Why did Suga have to say yes?
As their lips meet properly for the first time, Yuki's eyes slide shut. His fingers reach up, curling around the back of Suga's skull and holding him there, the touch as careful as if he were clutching something made of glass.
Suga kisses him, and Yuki can feel the ball of razor wire he's wrapped around his heart begin to unwind.
He doesn't say anything for a long moment, simply standing there, close as close can be. A long, shaky breath exhales itself from his lungs and he looks at Suga - really, truly looks - before whispering, ]
Last chance to back out, kid.
["Kid." It's practically become code between them now, a sign that Yuki's putting everything in Suga's hands.
If only Suga could recognize the alarm behind so many of Yuki's reactions to him, he might hesitate long enough to wonder why Yuki keeps giving him so many ways out of what's developing between them. He knows there's something painful in Yuki's past, some lost opportunity that makes his mouth pull into a taut line when Suga talks about Daichi, but he could never imagine that the idea of letting him in closer fills Yuki with such powerful fear. Not fear of attachment or commitment, but fear for Suga's well-being in his company.
No, he's got no idea. He's swept up in the romance of it all and, now that they're standing close enough to share body heat, very much aware of Yuki's physical form in a new way. Looking down at his hand resting on Yuki's chest brings up a vivid mental picture of bare, flushed skin rising and falling with heavy breaths, rivulets of sweat sliding between faint ridges of muscle, and Suga's heart starts to race as he looks back up into Yuki's eyes.
Back out? Now?
Back out when Yuki's suddenly looking at Suga as though nothing else exists in his world and Suga can't quite remember anyone else he's ever met either? Back out when he's seen Yuki's handsome, confident face destroyed by pleasure and caught a glimpse of the beautifully vulnerable face underneath?
Back out when they're both practically trembling with the need to stay this close for as long as they can before reality pulls them apart again?]
No way. [He shakes his head firmly.] I wouldn't be standing here right now if I had any doubts.
[How to express the next thing he wants to say? Yuki's used several different terms for what he's here to do - fuck, hook up, lose his virginity - and while none of them seem right anymore, does Suga really want to drop the big make love? No, that's wrong too. He closes his eyes, takes a steadying breath, and speaks without thinking at all:]
I'm in your hands now, Yuki.
If only Suga could recognize the alarm behind so many of Yuki's reactions to him, he might hesitate long enough to wonder why Yuki keeps giving him so many ways out of what's developing between them. He knows there's something painful in Yuki's past, some lost opportunity that makes his mouth pull into a taut line when Suga talks about Daichi, but he could never imagine that the idea of letting him in closer fills Yuki with such powerful fear. Not fear of attachment or commitment, but fear for Suga's well-being in his company.
No, he's got no idea. He's swept up in the romance of it all and, now that they're standing close enough to share body heat, very much aware of Yuki's physical form in a new way. Looking down at his hand resting on Yuki's chest brings up a vivid mental picture of bare, flushed skin rising and falling with heavy breaths, rivulets of sweat sliding between faint ridges of muscle, and Suga's heart starts to race as he looks back up into Yuki's eyes.
Back out? Now?
Back out when Yuki's suddenly looking at Suga as though nothing else exists in his world and Suga can't quite remember anyone else he's ever met either? Back out when he's seen Yuki's handsome, confident face destroyed by pleasure and caught a glimpse of the beautifully vulnerable face underneath?
Back out when they're both practically trembling with the need to stay this close for as long as they can before reality pulls them apart again?]
No way. [He shakes his head firmly.] I wouldn't be standing here right now if I had any doubts.
[How to express the next thing he wants to say? Yuki's used several different terms for what he's here to do - fuck, hook up, lose his virginity - and while none of them seem right anymore, does Suga really want to drop the big make love? No, that's wrong too. He closes his eyes, takes a steadying breath, and speaks without thinking at all:]
I'm in your hands now, Yuki.
[ I'm in your hands now, Yuki.
Strange, how such a simple sentence can open the floodgates to so much potential risk - and reward. It's almost as though Suga has cut out his own heart and handed it to Yuki, entrusting him with it without realizing how much danger he's putting himself in.
But - no. That's not fair to Suga. He might still be a teenager, but he's mature enough to make his own decisions. Even if Yuki hasn't told him everything, he's given the other boy plenty of chances to back out. The fact that Suga is still standing here with him means he knows what he's doing, and he wants in.
Maybe it doesn't have to be such a big deal. ]
Suga...
[ he chuckles softly, shaking his head a little. He really is gone on this kid, isn't he? There's absolutely no way Yuki can refuse him now. Taking another deep breath, he finally pulls back, glancing over towards the restaurant he'd pointed out. ]
Y'know, I'm not really all that hungry.
[ He is, kind of, but food is suddenly the last thing on his mind. He can feel the static tension between them, and his own mind is quickly filling with memories of their late-night calls, Suga's breathy voice in his ear and smooth, muscular skin taking up all of his vision. The way Suga kissed him just now makes Yuki wonder if maybe they don't need to take any extra time to get comfortable, after all. ]
We could just... go to the hotel, if you want?
[ He looks back at Suga, fixing him with a gentle - but undeniably hungry - gaze, and reaches down to intertwine their fingers loosely. His skin tingles where it brushes against Suga's callouses. ]
Strange, how such a simple sentence can open the floodgates to so much potential risk - and reward. It's almost as though Suga has cut out his own heart and handed it to Yuki, entrusting him with it without realizing how much danger he's putting himself in.
But - no. That's not fair to Suga. He might still be a teenager, but he's mature enough to make his own decisions. Even if Yuki hasn't told him everything, he's given the other boy plenty of chances to back out. The fact that Suga is still standing here with him means he knows what he's doing, and he wants in.
Maybe it doesn't have to be such a big deal. ]
Suga...
[ he chuckles softly, shaking his head a little. He really is gone on this kid, isn't he? There's absolutely no way Yuki can refuse him now. Taking another deep breath, he finally pulls back, glancing over towards the restaurant he'd pointed out. ]
Y'know, I'm not really all that hungry.
[ He is, kind of, but food is suddenly the last thing on his mind. He can feel the static tension between them, and his own mind is quickly filling with memories of their late-night calls, Suga's breathy voice in his ear and smooth, muscular skin taking up all of his vision. The way Suga kissed him just now makes Yuki wonder if maybe they don't need to take any extra time to get comfortable, after all. ]
We could just... go to the hotel, if you want?
[ He looks back at Suga, fixing him with a gentle - but undeniably hungry - gaze, and reaches down to intertwine their fingers loosely. His skin tingles where it brushes against Suga's callouses. ]
[A delirious thought flits through Suga's head - even if we ever reach the point of using given names, I never want Yuki to call me anything but Suga. The sound of it on Yuki's lips, all the warmth and surprise and surrender he manages to fit into those two syllables, somehow makes it much more intimate than Koushi could ever be. Everyone may call him Suga but Yuki has still claimed the name as his own.
(And again, he has no idea he's already using Yuki's given name, but there's still time for that discovery to be made.)
Yuki's suggestion to bypass the restaurant actually makes Suga burst into laughter, loud and bright and relieved. In a much quieter tone, he admits:]
Oh thank god, I didn't know how I was gonna survive a whole meal without getting us arrested for public indecency. [He squeezes Yuki's hand, taking note of the similarly calloused patches of skin on his fingertips - from playing guitar, he assumes - and shivering a little at the thought of how they'll feel on his body.] We can grab something from a konbini on our way. Let's go.
(And again, he has no idea he's already using Yuki's given name, but there's still time for that discovery to be made.)
Yuki's suggestion to bypass the restaurant actually makes Suga burst into laughter, loud and bright and relieved. In a much quieter tone, he admits:]
Oh thank god, I didn't know how I was gonna survive a whole meal without getting us arrested for public indecency. [He squeezes Yuki's hand, taking note of the similarly calloused patches of skin on his fingertips - from playing guitar, he assumes - and shivering a little at the thought of how they'll feel on his body.] We can grab something from a konbini on our way. Let's go.
[ The world Yuki lives in nowadays doesn't really care about respect. It's just been easier to have people call him by his given name, almost as though it's an artist's name - besides, hearing others refer to him as Yoshida-san makes him feel as if he should be wearing a stuffy suit and going off to some office tower like all the other guys from his high school. It's not the kind of life he ever wants to experience, so why bother with formalities?
Even with Suga, it's the same. Family name or not, Yuki's been leaving off the honorifics since the very beginning. Even the occasional -kun is more of a pet name, something special between the two of them.
It also makes this whole thing feel a little more like a dream, and Yuki prefers that to reality.
The laugh catches him off guard and he blinks, clearly surprised - before joining in when Suga goes and says that bit about public indecency. Seriously, this fucking kid - ]
You perv, [ Yuki teases, leaning in to steal another kiss between laughs. Excitement bubbles up in his chest and he can practically feel the warmth radiating off of Suga's body. ] Were you just gonna start feeling me up in the middle of my mapo tofu?
[ Silently, in the back of his mind, he sends a prayer to the money gods. This whole trip is a bit of a splurge for him - not that he minds in the least, but he doesn't exactly have a ton of cash sitting around. Eating at a restaurant, even a cheap one, would undoubtedly mean skipping a couple of meals later on, after Suga goes home. ]
Konbini chicken it is, then!
[ He tugs Suga onward, walking them past the restaurants and shops, towards the closest Family Mart. Outwardly, he's grinning so wide it feels like his face will split open; inwardly, he can feel his heart pounding. The fact that Suga seems more excited than nervous is a good sign, and Yuki suddenly can't wait to get to their destination and finally, finally get his hands all over that gorgeous body. ]
Even with Suga, it's the same. Family name or not, Yuki's been leaving off the honorifics since the very beginning. Even the occasional -kun is more of a pet name, something special between the two of them.
It also makes this whole thing feel a little more like a dream, and Yuki prefers that to reality.
The laugh catches him off guard and he blinks, clearly surprised - before joining in when Suga goes and says that bit about public indecency. Seriously, this fucking kid - ]
You perv, [ Yuki teases, leaning in to steal another kiss between laughs. Excitement bubbles up in his chest and he can practically feel the warmth radiating off of Suga's body. ] Were you just gonna start feeling me up in the middle of my mapo tofu?
[ Silently, in the back of his mind, he sends a prayer to the money gods. This whole trip is a bit of a splurge for him - not that he minds in the least, but he doesn't exactly have a ton of cash sitting around. Eating at a restaurant, even a cheap one, would undoubtedly mean skipping a couple of meals later on, after Suga goes home. ]
Konbini chicken it is, then!
[ He tugs Suga onward, walking them past the restaurants and shops, towards the closest Family Mart. Outwardly, he's grinning so wide it feels like his face will split open; inwardly, he can feel his heart pounding. The fact that Suga seems more excited than nervous is a good sign, and Yuki suddenly can't wait to get to their destination and finally, finally get his hands all over that gorgeous body. ]
gonna ffwd a bit but lmk if you'd rather play out the whole walk and i can change it!
beautymarker
2024-05-06 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Suga actually feels very similarly, and he's not even out of high school yet. It's rare that underclassmen on their team don't pick up on calling him Suga or Suga-san (or, in some blessed cases, Suga-senpai) like Daichi and Asahi do, and the ones who stick to Sugawara-san for any length of time tend to be really chilly types like Tsukishima, who seem almost threatened by any gestures of friendly affection. Granted, he also collects nicknames the way black clothing collects lint and dust, and "Sugawara-san" is bound to feel stuffy when the captain of one elite team calls you Suga-chan, and another Sawayaka-kun - literally "Mr. Refreshing" - for your ability to brighten your team's mood.
Being tugged along down the streets of Tokyo by Yuki feels more like flying than walking. They're both giddy now, Suga can tell, and their energy has mingled to buoy them both up even higher. Everything from picking his own snacks and drink at the konbini to watching Yuki pay for the whole bundle and having him insist on carrying the bag feels like the height of romance, better than a candlelit gourmet dinner, because he's doing them with Yuki.
Actually approaching the love hotel, however, dims Suga's exuberance a shade or two for one simple reason, which he stops Yuki while they're still outside on the sidewalk to admit:]
I... this is gonna seem like the most obvious thing anyone's ever said, but I don't know what to... do, you know, before we get to the room. Should I just be quiet? Hide my face? I mean, will it matter that...
[That they're both male is, of course, what he means. He's certain there's etiquette for this - there's etiquette for everything else, why wouldn't there be for love hotels, even given their purpose? - but that's one thing he couldn't learn about online or in doujin, and the idea of embarrassing Yuki actually scares him much more than any thoughts of what will come once they reach their room.]
Being tugged along down the streets of Tokyo by Yuki feels more like flying than walking. They're both giddy now, Suga can tell, and their energy has mingled to buoy them both up even higher. Everything from picking his own snacks and drink at the konbini to watching Yuki pay for the whole bundle and having him insist on carrying the bag feels like the height of romance, better than a candlelit gourmet dinner, because he's doing them with Yuki.
Actually approaching the love hotel, however, dims Suga's exuberance a shade or two for one simple reason, which he stops Yuki while they're still outside on the sidewalk to admit:]
I... this is gonna seem like the most obvious thing anyone's ever said, but I don't know what to... do, you know, before we get to the room. Should I just be quiet? Hide my face? I mean, will it matter that...
[That they're both male is, of course, what he means. He's certain there's etiquette for this - there's etiquette for everything else, why wouldn't there be for love hotels, even given their purpose? - but that's one thing he couldn't learn about online or in doujin, and the idea of embarrassing Yuki actually scares him much more than any thoughts of what will come once they reach their room.]
it's perfect! I was thinking of doing the same thing ehuehuehue
northmagnet
2024-05-06 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's weird, how normal everything feels with Suga. Almost like they're classmates hanging out after school, buying snacks, chatting, flirting here and there when the moment feels right for it. During all their conversations leading up to this Yuki had gotten the feeling that they were a natural duo; now, in person, it's obvious that they have fantastic chemistry. Maybe it's because Suga is so much more mature than his age would make him seem, or because it's his first time experiencing what an actual date feels like.
It's also a really, really nice change of pace for Yuki. Most days he'd already be hanging out in some shitty bar, playing a gig and hoping to catch the eye of someone willing to take him home for the night so he doesn't have to sleep in an alley somewhere. Doing this makes it easy to pretend he's just another one of Suga's friends, rather than an older guy taking him to a love hotel.
He isn't blind to reality, though, and as they approach the hotel he's picked he can tell Suga's starting to feel hesitant. So he slows down and comes to a stop in concert with the younger boy, ready to hear whatever it is he has to say.
I don't know what to do.
And, oh, if Yuki wasn't already falling for him, that would just about do it. ]
Hey, don't worry about it. [ His smile softens and he reaches up, caressing Suga's hair affectionately. It's so much softer in person. Nodding over towards the discreetly labeled entrance, he continues, ]
This place is pretty chill about stuff like that. They don't really care who comes in, as long as they pay. [ And, as a result, they're on the pricier side for what could be generously described as a three-star experience at best. ] You don't have to do or say anything - let me handle it.
It's also a really, really nice change of pace for Yuki. Most days he'd already be hanging out in some shitty bar, playing a gig and hoping to catch the eye of someone willing to take him home for the night so he doesn't have to sleep in an alley somewhere. Doing this makes it easy to pretend he's just another one of Suga's friends, rather than an older guy taking him to a love hotel.
He isn't blind to reality, though, and as they approach the hotel he's picked he can tell Suga's starting to feel hesitant. So he slows down and comes to a stop in concert with the younger boy, ready to hear whatever it is he has to say.
I don't know what to do.
And, oh, if Yuki wasn't already falling for him, that would just about do it. ]
Hey, don't worry about it. [ His smile softens and he reaches up, caressing Suga's hair affectionately. It's so much softer in person. Nodding over towards the discreetly labeled entrance, he continues, ]
This place is pretty chill about stuff like that. They don't really care who comes in, as long as they pay. [ And, as a result, they're on the pricier side for what could be generously described as a three-star experience at best. ] You don't have to do or say anything - let me handle it.
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