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kat8chaItsuki scratched the side of his nose while he waited outside of Davide and Saeki’s apartment door.
Running a finger along the side of Davide’s hairgel Itsuki wondered whether he should just leave it outside the door or not. It seemed to forward for Itsuki to come over so soon after last night. Itsuki blushed. He had tried to call Davide, and he knew that Davide would probably be wanting his hairgel; even if it was the emergency tube, but also… Itsuki just wanted to spend a little more time with Davide. Also, Itsuki wondered what Bane-san had to talk to Davide about and whether it had anything to do with them being together. At least, Itsuki hoped they were together.
Blushing hotly Itsuki gave himself a stern mental talking to. He didn’t even know if Davide was home yet! Lifting his hand Itsuki gave the apartment door a few sharp raps. Itsuki let out a slow breath while waiting for someone to answer the door, perking up when the handle turned and drooping just a little when he saw it was Saeki.
“Ittchan! Hi! Today’s not meal day is it? I swear we’re well stocked.” Saeki wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of low hanging threadbare boxer shorts, and Itsuki made an effort to keep his eyes directed at an inch above Saeki’s shoulder. It was hard to keep looking away when the view was so nice.
“No… I was coming to deliver Davide’s hairgel. He left it…” Itsuki blushed. “No work tonight Saeki-san?”
“Eh?” Saeki was scratching at his stomach, his nails trailing whitened marks across Saeki’s fair skin. Catching himself Itsuki went back to staring at that spot above Saeki’s shoulder, completely missing the devious smirk that meandered across Saeki’s face. “Ah, no, I’ve got a free night. And Davide’s not back yet, want to come in?”
Itsuki nodded, mumbling a soft ‘hai’ and whistling through his nose as he stepped into the apartment. Saeki chuckled when Itsuki accidentally brushed their bodies together on the way in, shutting the door and locking it.
“Why is Davide still out?” Itsuki asked as he took a seat gingerly on the edge of the couch. The worn cushions bowed under him though, forcing Itsuki to slide back. Itsuki leaned forward to set the hair gel on the table.
“Don’t know. He hasn’t come back since last night.” Saeki sat next to Itsuki, and Itsuki flushed when the couch cushions caused Saeki to slip close to him. Saeki didn’t bother to move away, and the heat radiating from Saeki’s body made Itsuki feel very warm.
“W-why?” Itsuki asked, scooting towards the arm of the couch, clutching at it when Saeki slipped closer. There was something predatory about Saeki’s smile now, but Itsuki was still attempting not to look too closely at Saeki. Staring would reveal how Itsuki felt and… well, Saeki had always been too handsome for his own good.
“I don’t know. He’s probably staying with a friend though… if you had his hair gell..” Then Saeki’s hand was on Itsuki’s cheek, nudging the others face so that Itsuki had to look into Saeki’s eyes. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore how Itsuki felt with Saeki’s virtually naked body practically pressed against him. “Did he stay last night with you?”
Itsuki’s mouth ran dry at the hungry look in Saeki’s eyes. Swallowing Itsuki tried to answer, but found the most communicative he could get was a short whistle and several nods of the head. Saeki’s thumb rubbed over Itsuki’s chin, like Saeki was petting him as a reward.
“Did you guys do anything?” It was a sharp reminder that Itsuki shouldn’t let Saeki hover his lips centimeters above Itsuki’s, that Itsuki’s hands should be pushing Saeki away instead of curling tremblingly over the couch cushions. Itsuki’s silence was apparently all the answer Saeki needed though because his mouth was suddenly on Itsuki’s, a fleetingly warm kiss. “Let me show you how much better I could be.”
Itsuki squeezed his eyes shut, trying to gather up the last dregs of backbone and refuse Saeki. Saeki chuckled, warm puffs of air blowing across Itsuki’s ear and causing the brunet to shudder.
“Sae-san tadai-” Itsuki’s eyes flew open and he pushed Saeki away, stumbling off the couch and to the other side of the room. Davide was staring at Saeki, then at Itsuki, then back to Saeki, his wide eyes horribly betrayed. Standing just behind Davide Bane looked amused, and again, jealous.
Itsuki covered his face with his hands, unable to face anyone of them.
Blushing hotly Itsuki gave himself a stern mental talking to. He didn’t even know if Davide was home yet! Lifting his hand Itsuki gave the apartment door a few sharp raps. Itsuki let out a slow breath while waiting for someone to answer the door, perking up when the handle turned and drooping just a little when he saw it was Saeki.
“Ittchan! Hi! Today’s not meal day is it? I swear we’re well stocked.” Saeki wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of low hanging threadbare boxer shorts, and Itsuki made an effort to keep his eyes directed at an inch above Saeki’s shoulder. It was hard to keep looking away when the view was so nice.
“No… I was coming to deliver Davide’s hairgel. He left it…” Itsuki blushed. “No work tonight Saeki-san?”
“Eh?” Saeki was scratching at his stomach, his nails trailing whitened marks across Saeki’s fair skin. Catching himself Itsuki went back to staring at that spot above Saeki’s shoulder, completely missing the devious smirk that meandered across Saeki’s face. “Ah, no, I’ve got a free night. And Davide’s not back yet, want to come in?”
Itsuki nodded, mumbling a soft ‘hai’ and whistling through his nose as he stepped into the apartment. Saeki chuckled when Itsuki accidentally brushed their bodies together on the way in, shutting the door and locking it.
“Why is Davide still out?” Itsuki asked as he took a seat gingerly on the edge of the couch. The worn cushions bowed under him though, forcing Itsuki to slide back. Itsuki leaned forward to set the hair gel on the table.
“Don’t know. He hasn’t come back since last night.” Saeki sat next to Itsuki, and Itsuki flushed when the couch cushions caused Saeki to slip close to him. Saeki didn’t bother to move away, and the heat radiating from Saeki’s body made Itsuki feel very warm.
“W-why?” Itsuki asked, scooting towards the arm of the couch, clutching at it when Saeki slipped closer. There was something predatory about Saeki’s smile now, but Itsuki was still attempting not to look too closely at Saeki. Staring would reveal how Itsuki felt and… well, Saeki had always been too handsome for his own good.
“I don’t know. He’s probably staying with a friend though… if you had his hair gell..” Then Saeki’s hand was on Itsuki’s cheek, nudging the others face so that Itsuki had to look into Saeki’s eyes. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore how Itsuki felt with Saeki’s virtually naked body practically pressed against him. “Did he stay last night with you?”
Itsuki’s mouth ran dry at the hungry look in Saeki’s eyes. Swallowing Itsuki tried to answer, but found the most communicative he could get was a short whistle and several nods of the head. Saeki’s thumb rubbed over Itsuki’s chin, like Saeki was petting him as a reward.
“Did you guys do anything?” It was a sharp reminder that Itsuki shouldn’t let Saeki hover his lips centimeters above Itsuki’s, that Itsuki’s hands should be pushing Saeki away instead of curling tremblingly over the couch cushions. Itsuki’s silence was apparently all the answer Saeki needed though because his mouth was suddenly on Itsuki’s, a fleetingly warm kiss. “Let me show you how much better I could be.”
Itsuki squeezed his eyes shut, trying to gather up the last dregs of backbone and refuse Saeki. Saeki chuckled, warm puffs of air blowing across Itsuki’s ear and causing the brunet to shudder.
“Sae-san tadai-” Itsuki’s eyes flew open and he pushed Saeki away, stumbling off the couch and to the other side of the room. Davide was staring at Saeki, then at Itsuki, then back to Saeki, his wide eyes horribly betrayed. Standing just behind Davide Bane looked amused, and again, jealous.
Itsuki covered his face with his hands, unable to face anyone of them.
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