Devillic Log: After Work Reward

[mikazuki_chan]

What Yamato really loves about his relationship with Takuya is they've quickly gotten to the point where they don't really schedule hang outs, or dates unless it's a special date, but instead they just drop over at each others' houses all the time. Yamato had spent virtually the whole morning drawing, and had gotten a lot done, but is feeling temporarily burned out and like you couldn't make him draw anymore that day. His schedule and Takuya's were synced on their phones, so seeing that Takuya should also be done whatever meeting he'd done that morning, he heads over to his boyfriend's apartment, opening the door and calling out 'Tadaima~' without having even bothered sending a text saying he was coming.

Obviously, Takuya hadn't been expecting his boyfriend to come over, but he also wasn't surprised to hear Yamato call out after hearing the door unlock. "Okaeri~" He called back from where he was sitting in the kitchen, nursing a mug of herbal tea, and frowning at his phone. It wasn't that he was upset at anything he was reading, though. Just very, very concentrated. So much so that he didn't even look up, nevermind go to the door to greet the redhead. Honestly, the response might have been automatic for all that he actually seemed to notice that Yamato had arrived.

Yamato has to unbuckle his boots to get out of them, and then unbuckle his jacket to put it on the hook. When he comes in the kitchen he's in a tight, faux-leather vest with a purple faux-fur lined hood, and tight pants as always. He'd taken the time to do his hair and make up since he wants to look good for Takuya. He's amused to find his boyfriend staring at his phone, not even looking up at him. He heads over behind where Takuya is sitting and lets his hands rest on the other man's shoulders, "Busy?"

Takuya, on the other hand, was still in his suit from his earlier meeting, though he had removed his jacket and tie immediately upon arriving home, and the first couple of buttons on his shirt were undone. His long, white hair was also pulled back into a neat ponytail. At the moment, other than the hair colour, he just looked like any other businessman who had just gotten home from work.

When those hands came to rest on his shoulders, that was when he actually took proper notice of his boyfriend. "Hmm? Oh! Hi!" He said with a blink and a smile as he turned his head to look at the other man. Then he craned his neck and gave a peck to one of those hands before sweeping one of his own hands at his phone. "I talked to our management team this morning, and it seems like we've gotten a tentative go-ahead to start cross-promoting other artists on our socials. For now they want us to stick to just other bands and the visual arts, like painting and what-have-you, as a trial run to see how things go. Of course, if the cross-promoting ends up just being us promoting others and us not being promoted in turn, it'll get shut down, so I was trying to figure out the best way for us to come at this to get the best outcome." He admitted. What he was currently looking at was a painter's instagram that seemed to have a serious following.

Yamato chuckles warmly, getting the feeling that despite greeting him earlier, Takuya hadn't realized he was here. But the sweet kiss to his hand pleases him so he's not going to complain. As for the actual information, he says, "Oh that's good. As for the cross-promoting, well, seems easy enough to me." He can see that Takuya's looking at some kind of visual artist, "We can do a visualizer with their art and one of our album tracks - using the computer it's easy to create a small amount of motion to the art without it having to be a proper animation. They share the video because their art is presented with music - leading people to come to us when they hear how awesome even an album track is, and we share the video with link and credit to their art, and our fans go check them out."

He's been known to cross promote with other artists in the art and doujinshi fields, so it just seems pretty natural to him. "Or they make an album cover for us; they share their art with the fans, and we make sure they're credited so our fans check them out. Or they do a mural and we do a photo shoot in front of it...."

As the ideas just flowed naturally out of the redhead's mouth, Takuya just stared at his boyfriend, then sighed and took a good drink of his tea. "I don't know why I was beating my head against this, when I should have just waited for you." After all, Yamato was their social media ambassador for a reason. "The only excuse I have is the way they ran around and around the need for it all to be perfect from the get go." He admitted, then closed his eyes and leaned his head back against his boyfriend's chest.

"I do things like this for my doujinshi-ka job. Art twitter is the best part of twitter, because it's very non-competitive, but instead everyone is trying to support everyone. And also you know I'm the creative one," Yamato points out, pretty amused that Takuya had been trying to solve everything by himself, although that was very like the other man. He smiles as Takuya's head comes to rest against him, "Well, if they want perfect, we'll just have to work together to make it as good as we can. By other bands, does that include bands that aren't necessarily part of our label...?" he asks, obviously thinking of shotgun.

"Mmmm.... that makes sense." Takuya responded regarding where his boyfriend had gained his experience in this area, but he couldn't help the amused smile that tugged at his lips at that boast. "Yes, yes I do." He opened his eyes again to look up at Yamato. "My very own creative whirlwind." He added, which was a certain amount of nonsense, but he didn't care. "Actually, I asked that specifically, and they said as long as the promotion is mutual, and we were gaining on at least 50% of those band partnerships, then we could collaborate with bands outside the label for this. I asked about maybe doing cross-promotional lives as well... but they said start with the social media stuff, then if it goes well, *then* we can talk stuff that would actually cost the label money." Which, honestly, was a better initial response than he'd hoped for.

"Excellent. So, we'll just have to make it work so much, the label begs us to put on lives," Yamato reasons, absolutely full of confidence. The vocalist swap had worked out better than they ever could have hoped, to the point where they're practically the main band their label is promoting. He's sure that's why they're even getting away with this plan. And between his creativity, Takuya's knowledge, and the support of their band mates and friends, he knows they can get it done if they work at it. "I think lending out Naoto-kun may be a good option - basically nobody has a violinist, even if they found one for a song, a normal violinist wouldn't have the rock and roll knowledge to make it work, and Naoto-kun is talented and pretty, which will draw attention."

It's not his only idea, but one he thinks is easy to make work. He gives Takuya a warm smile for that creative term of endearment.

"That is exactly the kind of enthusiasm we're all going to need to make this all work." Takuya said, absolutely on the same page about making the label beg them to do cross-label and non-label lives. That idea about Naoto, though... "Well, that does sound like an excellent idea. Probably not strictly allowed yet. I think they want us to just do things like posting pictures and videos of us hanging out with other bands, and them doing the same. Basically just make it seem like we're all friends with each other. Given that our team wants us networking at least 50% of the time with bands that are bigger than us, it's going to take some negotiations there too. And for those that are signed with other labels, they'll likely have to get cross-promotion permission too. Working with non-musical artists to start might actually be easier." He admitted, just thinking about all of the work that was going to have to go into this deceptively simple idea.

"Aa, that's too bad," Yamato admits about the Naoto plan being too early. He thinks that would be good 'in' to bigger bands even. Also how are they supposed to do bigger bands 50% of the time when they're pretty much the most promoted band at their own label right now? he doesn't bother pointing out the hypocrisy. "Well. We do have a *few* connections in the industry; not a ton, but a few. I guess we can start there."

Takuya would absolutely agree that the 50% bands that were bigger than them seemed ridiculous, but he was hoping that if they could land a couple of *really* big, well-known, bands, they might be able to get a pass on that requirement. Or, you know, get their quota by latching onto a couple of those very well-known bands. Either would do, honestly. "Agreed, starting with the connections we have is good. And.... once we talk to Naoto-kun about it, we could make some tentative deals to lend him out once we completed getting the permission we needed. Or.... gain the permission by saying some big bands are interested in using Naoto-kun on a few tracks with 'featuring' credits." Honestly, there might be a little bit of stretching the truth going on to get the negotiations going the way they wanted.

"Well, brainstorming I can handle, but negotiations I leave to you," Yamato says, voice making plain his confidence in his boyfriend's skill in that regard. But he's hoping this conversation can be finished, so he asks, "Still busy?"

The first time he'd asked it'd started this conversation. If Takuya's mind is still busy with work, that's fine. But if Takuya is feeling more settled, well, the redhead would like a greeting kiss at the least.

"That does sound like it works better to our strengths. Obviously, since I spent a good 45 minutes on something that took you 30 seconds to solve." The drummer responded with a fond smile for his boyfriend. That near repetition of the earlier question brought a bit of a shake of his head, still pressed back against his boyfriend's body. "No, I'm ready for a break from this. Have something in mind?" He asked, hoping that Yamato could use his excellent brainstorming to come up with something radically un-work-like to do.

Yamato lets his hands slide down from their perch on Takuya's shoulder to touch the other man's chest, although he's not really trying to bring things in a sexual direction, at least not yet, merely being sensual as he points out, "Well, I haven't had a greeting kiss yet, unless that one on my hand was supposed to count."

That touch was warm and very welcome, but that comment brought a light snort from Takuya. "If you accepted that as your greeting kiss, I would be very disappointed." He commented. "So.... I can see two ways for us to get that kiss we both want: you lean down here.... or I get up." To do the latter, though, those lovely hands were going to have to move.

"It would be a pretty sad greeting," Yamato agrees, certainly not satisfied with the idea of that being his greeting kiss. He's pretty content with how they're positioned for now, so he suggests, "Tilt your head up for me?" And once his boyfriend had done so, he leans down to kiss him.

"Agreed." Takuya responded, then smiled and tilted his head back and a little to the side to make it easier for Yamato to lean down and kiss him. He brought one of his own hands up to lay against his boyfriend's cheek, then sighed gently when the kiss ended. "Much better."

"Mm," Yamato responds when it's over, happy to have his kiss, and at the way Takuya had done as he'd asked to get them there. "Just had to get all the business out of you first."

The way Yamato worded that made Takuya chuckle. "I think you have a little more to go to get *all* the business out of me." He teased, since he was still in his suit pants, button-down shirt, and had his hair tied back to be presentable for the business meeting.

The redhead grins, since it sounds to him like Takuya is asking to be stripped naked, "Oh, challenge accepted~" His hands are still on Takuya's chest, so it's a simple matter to start unbuttoning that shirt. Slowly, of course. No reason to rush the fun.

Those words absolutely made Takuya laugh with a certain amount of delight. "Is that so?" He asked, even as those fingers began to work on the buttons of his shirt. He absolutely felt no need to protest, though: he had half meant it the way his boyfriend had interpreted it, and he was definitely feeling the sensuality of the moment. He didn't do anything to help, though, other than keeping his own hands out of the way.

Yamato's grin broadens as he becomes more sure that he'd read his boyfriend correctly, and he continues slowly undoing those buttons. When it gets to the point that he'd have to hunch over Takuya in an uncomfortable way to continue, he instead pulls Takuya and his chair out from the table enough that he can kneel on the floor in front of the drummer.

With his shirt half undone, and a deep V of his chest exposed through the parted fabric, he definitely felt rather sexy. However, he had an entirely different feeling as Yamato pulled the chair, with him in it, out from the table, startling a surprised laugh from him as he wildly clutched at the seat of the chair to stay seated. When his boyfriend settled on the floor in front of him, though, the atmosphere absolutely swung straight back to sexy. "Mmmm~ That's not a usual position for you~" He commented with a mildly wicked smile.

"It isn't," Yamato fully admits, since he prefers to demand submission from those he's with. But also, he absolutely adores Takuya and is more than happy to demonstrate it, from time to time. "But do you like it?" he asks, all the while undoing yet another button. Takuya's smooth chest being slowly revealed is making him *hungry*.

Takuya still didn't do anything to either help or hinder what his boyfriend was doing, letting his hands continue to lightly grip the seat of his chair. "I like the novelty of it." He responded, then added, "And I like the way it feels.... adoring? Somehow? I'm not really sure how to describe it." He admitted, then subtly wet his lips as those fingers worked out undoing more of his shirt. He wasn't sure he would enjoy it if Yamato was being actually submissive in that position, but he couldn't say for sure without experiencing it, of course.

"You are completely correct," Yamato admits, at Takuya feeling that this is adoring. This is definitely something Yamato wouldn't do if he weren't so in love with Takuya. He has to pull up Takuya's shirt, untucking it from his pants so he can finish undoing the buttons. "I'm worshiping at the altar right now."

The drummer sucked in his stomach subtly as the shirt was untucked from his pants, then laughed a bit at his boyfriend's second comment. "Does that make me a god, somehow?" Takuya asked, being completely silly, but loving the way that Yamato was looking at him and touching him.

"My god, my angel~," Yamato replies, tone serious although he doesn't really mean it. He's not a religious man so there's no blasphemy involved thankfully. The shirt is finally undone, and the redhead gives it a good tug to make sure it's splayed open. And then he starts to unbuckle Takuya's belt.

"Too bad I don't have my wings." Even if he knew that Yamato didn't *really* mean that, it certainly made Takuya feel even more loved and adored. And it translated right down into wanting to have his boyfriend's eyes and hands on him even more. When his shirt was spread wide to reveal more of his chest, that feeling of being wanted and worshipped intensified, and he couldn't help but arch his back just a little, subtly making it so that his shirt would stay open like that. When those clever fingers went for his belt, though, the drummer's lips curved into a small, anticipatory smile. The pace this was going at was just about perfect to him.

Yamato grins, and insists, "Oh, we should definitely do that sometime~" they'd talked about doing things in costume before too, right? He is always careful with Takuya, wanting to respect his boyfriend's asexual spectrum sensibilities, but he thinks he's good at judging if he's going too fast, and Takuya seems on board so far, which is confirmed by the smile he spots on the drummer's face. Although it's not necessary, he does pull the belt off entirely, sliding it slowly through the loops by the buckle.

"Mmmmm~ If we're going to do that, I should purchase one of the cheaper sets rather than risking damaging the band ones." Takuya responded, his voice a little weak from the pleasant idea of playing out that little fantasy. And, dear gods, was he insane to think that that slow pull of his belt completely out of his pants was sexy as fuck? As the end slithered around his back, then out of the last loop, his eyes were closing and his lower lip was gently caught between his teeth. Maybe it was just that Yamato was the one doing it. Scratch that: it was 100% because it was Yamato that was doing it. After all, he didn't feel this way for just anyone.

"Fair enough," he admits, although if Takuya were just sitting like this, the nice ones wouldn't be at that much risk, would they?

The redhead is incredibly pleased with his boyfriend's reaction to a relatively simple act, rewarding him by leaning up to kiss the other man's stomach before getting back to work, undoing the drummer's fly.

Takuya was absolutely *not* imagining a scenario where wearing the wings would only be happening while he was sitting safely in a chair. With his eyes mostly closed the way they were, he wasn't anticipating that kiss, but the soft gasp and the way his stomach tensed for just a moment were pretty good indicators that he had liked it quite a bit. It was feeling the pressure of his fly being undone that made his breath truly catch, though. He wasn't even thinking about the fact that he'd have to shift next for those pants to come off, just losing himself in the feelings being produced by the moment.

Yeah, despite his earlier 'promise' to get Takuya naked, Yamato isn't focused on that now -- because he doesn't need to get the other man nude for what he's thinking of doing now. Well, depending on the drummer's underwear situation, he may not need to get him nude, at least. He opens up that fly, allowing him to see the situation.

Takuya was definitely not the type to go to a meeting with their label commando under his suit pants, so Yamato was faced with a fairly nice pair of black underwear once he got that fly undone. Not boxers, but very nice, very comfy briefs.

Yamato wouldn't really expect Takuya to be in boxers, it doesn't seem to be his boyfriend's usual type, but he's happy to see a fly flap on the underwear, which is what he really wanted. He undoes that singular, last button, and then coaxes Takuya's cock out into the open.

Now that was a move Takuya had not been expecting. He had *thought* the idea was to get him naked, but clearly the goal had changed partway through. Not that he was complaining. Not at all. As his cock hit the too-cool-feeling air, he let out a groan that was part anticipation, and part immediate need. Even only being half hard so far, his mind was already galloping ahead with what he thought his boyfriend was about to do. And he wanted it. "Nnnn... Yamato-kun~"

"Yes, Takuya-kun~" Yamato says with an overly sweet tone to his voice, looking up at his boyfriend (and, with his artist's mind eye, knowing exactly how hot he must look, gazing up from this kneeling position, with his thickly lined eyes). He also licks his lips for effect.

Takuya's eyes had opened when Yamato replied with that sickly sweet tone. Dear gods, the man was going to tease him, wasn't he? And then he saw the way his boyfriend was looking at him, and the way the tip of that tongue swept across those incredible lips, and he swore he went from half hard to three quarters on that look alone. "Shit." Was the only word that came from his stuttering mind, but that one syllable was about as far from upset as a word could be.

Yamato chuckles at that, really wanting to tease about 'shit' being on both of their 'won't' lists, but thinking even that comment bringing up something gross was probably not terribly necessary. So instead, he takes a different, still teasing route, "Oh, I'm sorry, I was supposed to get you naked, so I guess this isn't ok...."

"I swear to everything, if you're going to get me naked, you'd better do it fast." Takuya told his boyfriend, though there was absolutely no venom behind his words. If anything, his voice held only desperation that Yamato decide whether to strip him down or not, and not tease a 'will he won't he' at this moment.

"Well, I'm ok with waiting til later for that, if you are~" Yamato doesn't want to tease too much though, because he's got his boyfriend's cock right in front of him and he definitely wants a taste. He waits just long enough to get an affirmative before getting the tip in his mouth. Doesn't matter if Takuya's not 100% hard yet - he can take him there.

The "Yes!" that exploded from Takuya's lips was immediate and rather needy. If Yamato was ready to actuate the silent promises all of those slow, tantalizing touches had made on the way to this point, then he didn't want to wait another second. As that hot, sensual, teasing mouth closed around him, one of the drummer's hands moved automatically to tangle in that long, red hair. He didn't apply any pressure, but he needed that touch to stay grounded.

Takuya is definitely the only person Yamato would allow to mess with his hair -- also at this point he has enough product hanging out at the drummer's apartment that he can fix it if need be. He loves hearing the usually calm and collected man be so eager and desperate, and he makes sure to deliver a blow job that will wipe any business thoughts clear out of his beloved's mind, hopefully for the rest of the day.

Normally, Takuya didn't mess too much with his boyfriend's hair. Even the way he had initially put his fingers through it hadn't really disturbed the style. However, as Yamato worked on him, and he got more and more desperate, closer and closer to release, his fingers tangled tighter in that red hair. He didn't even have the brain capacity to know if he was tugging that hair, nevermind put together any sort of business-related thought. It was only after he had come hard and the rest of him relaxed that he even realized how hard he'd been holding on and let go. And it took even longer for him to have the words to say, "Sorry... didn't mean to mess your hair..."

While Yamato isn't into being on the receiving end of pain things, there is something fun about driving Takuya so crazy that he can't do anything other than clinging to his hair. He swallows down the results of his boyfriend's pleasure, and sits (hilariously, seiza-style) on the floor in front of the other man waiting for function to return. He chuckles at that apology, and dismisses it, "I mean, clearly that's my fault for doing such a good job, so don't worry about it."

Takuya couldn't help but smile at that warm chuckle, and the smile broadened just a touch when he noticed how his boyfriend was sitting in front of him. Was he weird for finding that cute? "Oh, you definitely did. I'm not even sure how I'm putting a sentence together right now." He admitted.

"You are being shockingly grammatical," Yamato agrees, laughing lightly at the silliness. He hasn't really thought about how weird it is to be in seiza - it had just been very natural to shift from kneeling to moving his bum down to his legs. "I like that we went from a greeting kiss to a greeting blowjob though."

That just made the drummer laugh. "I can try to be less grammatical." He said, noticeably *not* doing so. That comment, though, brought another soft laugh. "Yeah.... I can't say how that happened. Mmmm.... need me to help you out?" He asked, not too sure what state his boyfriend was in at the moment, honestly. Also, now that he was sort of back to normal, just hanging in the wind there was kind of cold, so he got himself tucked back away in his underwear at least, though he didn't bother doing up the rest of his clothing.

Yamato, for whatever reason, finds Takuya tucking himself back in pretty cute. That said, the guitarist isn't really in dire straits, so he doesn't feel any rush. "I'm alright for now," he admits. He stands up and reaches a hand out for his boyfriend, to help him up out of his chair, "Although I wouldn't be opposed to moving to the bedroom, getting you *actually* naked...."

Takuya took the offered hand and let Yamato lever him out of the chair, then wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck when he found himself quite close to him. He didn't even care that his undone pants were sliding their way down his legs. "Oh~? And what plans do you have for me once you have me *actually* naked?" He asked, mimicking the redhead's enunciation of those last two words.

The redhead's pretty amused that they'd adopted a position that doesn't lend itself to them moving, but he's fine with it, getting his hands around Takuya's waist (making sure they're under that open shirt). "I must admit, I don't have a clear plan on what to do with you yet, but I'm sure I can figure something out -- that is, unless you have any requests...? We could take a look at that want, will, won't list?"

"Hmmm~ I'm sure you can." Takuya responded with true belief in his boyfriend's abilities. The question of whether he had any requests brought a slight shake of his head, which only served to remind him that his hair was still bound up in that ponytail. He had no particular want in that direction at the moment, maybe because he had *just* gotten off, so he was rather open to suggestion. "Mmm... we could look at that list." He agreed, then smiled as he also realized that this position was highly unhelpful. "Guess I should let you go so you can spirit me upstairs, though."

"I mean, if you want to stand around pantsless in the kitchen, then I support you," Yamato insists, although he pulls away enough that they can move upstairs. "Let's look at our list, see if we're inspired, and if not, we'll figure something out anyways." the redhead suggests, fully confident in their ability to find pleasure together.

"I can't think of a single reason I'd want to stand around pantsless in my kitchen." Takuya responded with some amusement. "Shall we make our way upstairs~?" He suggested, removing his arms from around Yamato's neck rather reluctantly. He wasn't all that thrilled to lose those arms snaked under his open shirt and around his waist either, but he was sure that equally good touches, if not better, would be available once they reached the bedroom.

Yamato has to admit, "I don't know a lot about cooking, but I do know that one should probably be wearing clothes while doing it." He only removes one of his arms from Takuya's waist, fairly confident that they can make it up stairs like this, and beginning to do so since he's gotten Takuya's approval for it.

That made Takuya chuckle warmly, "Contrary to the sexy trope, I do not suggest doing anything that involves cooking with oil while wearing only an apron." He responded, then happily stepped out of his discarded pants, leaving them on the kitchen floor, and allowed his boyfriend to steer him toward the stairs. The fact that one arm stayed around his waist as they made their way upstairs made him very happy indeed.

"I understand; but the *visual* of someone wearing only an apron is so fucking hot. Maybe more for like, baking than cooking then," As a doujinshi artist this is a truly important thing to establish. Yamato is far more of a romantic than people would guess by looking at him, and he also knows that the romance, and the non-sexual intimacy are very important for his boyfriend.

"Oh, I can understand that. And I think it would be fine as long as there's no oil spitting and possibly burning you. Just impractical for a lot of stove top cooking." Takuya responded, not wanting to dash the fantasy entirely. After all, there *were* things that could be made relatively safely while mostly naked in the kitchen. It just probably wasn't practical. Once they reached his bedroom, though, he asked, "So~ Where would you like me? Right here? Or on the bed?" He didn't mean for whatever they were doing, just while they were deciding whatever that thing would be.

"Well, we're about to have a little negotiation, I think we ought to sprawl out in the bed together while we figure it out," Yamato agrees. And if it's added fun for *him* since Takuya is in underwear and an unbuttoned shirt, well, that's just fine. Fully as if he lives here and it's his own bed, the guitarist does flop over onto it, and gets out his phone. He's not being rude, he has a copy of the list there!

"Mmmm.... sounds like an excellent plan to me." Takuya agreed, then smiled as he watched his boyfriend full-on flop onto the bed. He got on in a slightly more dignified way, but immediately stretched out next to Yamato, letting his head rest against the other man's shoulder so he would be able to look at the list on the redhead's phone too.

Yamato can't help the gentle, warm smile that spreads across his face as Takuya settles in, and he makes sure to hold the list up so both of them can see it. And immediately laughs, "I keep forgetting that half this shit only works at my place; I need to bring or buy supplies for your place, seriously."

Many things, especially things they hadn't done they didn't really have the supplies for. Shibari, suspension, sex swing and wax play. They haven't done anywhere near enough pain play for Yamato to feel comfortable trying biting, and also this just doesn't feel like the right mood for that. Since Takuya's also looking at the list, he asks, "Does anything stand out to you?"

Takuya gave a soft laugh of his own at that, "That's true. We might need to make a trip to a store, or something." He agreed. Yes, they could just go to Yamato's place, but that didn't help when they were wanting to do something while at *his* place. Would ruin the mood a little moving from one home to the other. At the question about whether something particular jumped out to him from the list, he merely shook his head. A lot of things looked fun, but most of them required equipment they didn't have, and a couple of the others, while interesting, he didn't think they were quite up to yet. "Lots of things *look* interesting, but I don't think they're very doable here, unfortunately."

"Then, a new question," Yamato suggests, leaning over to lazily kiss Takuya's temple, enjoying the comfortable way they've sprawled out together, "Does anything look appealing ENOUGH to be worth putting on clothes and going to my place?"

He thinks they both know that they can have fun here, even if it won't be anything new.

Takuya smiled at that sweet kiss. "Not unless you're desperate for any of them." He responded, not really wanting to make the trek to Yamato's place just for specific sex unless his boyfriend was really wanting that specific sex. Then, something occurred to him. "There is something on that list that we can *only* do here, though..." He put out there. After all, window sex had been added to the list with the idea of his floor-to-ceiling windows in mind, and it *was* something he really wanted to do at some point, even if he hadn't exactly been thinking about it as something he desperately wanted right now.

"Hmmm, I wouldn't say I'm desperate for any of them," Yamato admits. He'd mostly just wanted, well, this. Some nice, intimate contact with Takuya. There are days where the drummer doesn't feel like sex at all, and he's gotten really used to and fine with that. But it does mean that if he's dropping over in an impromptu way he doesn't really have any expectations. He looks over to the window at that, and considers it, "I mean, that is very true. I always imagined it more at night, or during a thunderstorm or something..."

"Hmm... then we can wait on that." Takuya responded with a smile. "Since neither of us are super desperate to do anything on the list... are you in a romantic mood? Or a less than romantic mood?" He asked, since he would adore being made love to, but he was also in a mood where he could be stoked back into something a little less gentle too. Sure, there were times when he wasn't really in the mood for sex, but when he was, he really, really was, and he was definitely in the latter mood today.

Yamato can kind of tell that Takuya is in the mood for sex today (lucky!) given the drummer had been open to a blow job with almost no foreplay already earlier. He considers his own feelings, and admits, "I think I am feeling pretty romantic, honestly. I'm liking even just lying here with you like this."

"Mmmm~ Then... make love to me?" Takuya requested, shifting his head enough so that he could smile lovingly at his boyfriend. Sometimes he was circumspect about his sexual wants, but today he was feeling pretty confident and just suggested what he was feeling.

"Look at you," Yamato says warmly, leaning over to kiss that sweet smile, "Bringing out the vanilla in this sex fiend." He's not complaining, just teasing himself really. He brings a hand over to run through the hair by Takuya's ear.

Takuya leaned happily into that smile, but had to laugh at that mock complaint. "I mean, if you were feeling less romantic, I would be just as happy to engage in that~" He responded, sure that Yamato wasn't actually complaining since he was the one to say he was feeling romantic to begin with. The feeling of that hand running through his hair had the drummer leaning his head into that hand subtly and closing his eyes in enjoyment.

"I know -- it sounded like you were even willing to put on pants and head over to my place if I'd been really desperate for anything. So, yeah. You're amazing," Yamato replies, not wanting there to be any chance that Takuya thought it was a complaint. He smiles at the way Takuya leans instead his hand, and continues stroking the hair with his fingers, all while leaning in for another sweet kiss.

"Mmmm~" Takuya hummed softly, delightedly into that kiss. When their lips parted he opened his eyes again to look at Yamato with deep warmth in his gaze. "I would have, but I probably wouldn't have enjoyed it. Would have had to do my shirt back up too, and I'm kind of enjoying the open thing it has going on at the moment." He admitted with a bit of an amused smile. He wasn't sure if that detracted from his amazingness or not, but he *was* sure that his boyfriend would agree that this state of undress he had going on was preferable to putting clothing back *on*.

"It's because you obviously wouldn't've enjoyed it, but even entertained it that you're so amazing," Yamato insists, as he doesn't disagree at all with what Takuya's saying. His hand in Takuya's hair reaches the point where the drummer's hairband is, and he slides it off as one, to free all that glorious, long white hair. "Oh, I'm definitely enjoying the way your shirt is on but not really covering you in any meaningful way~"

That reiteration of his boyfriend's praise brought a gentler, warmer smile in its wake, and Takuya leaned slightly more into that touch to his hair. When the elastic was drawn away and his hair was freed from its ponytail in one motion, he sighed with a subtle kind of release. It really was like, with that one motion, Yamato had removed the last of the 'businessman' from him for the moment. "I bet I'd make a gorgeous drawing reference now: hair splayed out on the pillow, arms raised slightly, shirt open, and pantless. Add some smudged lipstick, or slightly swollen lips..." He might not have the redhead's artistic eye, but he did know what he liked to see on a doujinshi page.

"Mmm, don't tempt me," Yamato jokes, although since he'd spent literally all morning drawing he's not super interested in drawing right now -- even if Takuya is, as always, a very tempting muse. He adds, "It would make a nice follow up panel to the one we made earlier; with a skinny alternative guy giving a kneeling blow job to a half undone businessman~"

"Mmmmm~ It really would." Takuya agreed easily, not seeing any reason at all to deny it. "Too bad it would be hard for you to take pictures of that." Impossible since that particular moment was over, but whatever.

"We could have a guest help out -- or set up a video camera," He suggests. Sure, they can't go back in time to recapture the moment but it wouldn't be any hardship to recreate it. That's aside from the fact where he's pretty confident he could draw a decent facsimile just from his mental image of the moment. He scoops up a long lock of hair, letting it slide slowly out of his hand until only the tip of it is really left, and then pressing a soft kiss to the hair on his palm.

"If you want." Takuya responded with another smile. "I can't promise not to be distracted by those things, though." He warned, not categorically against either option, just stating his probable initial reaction to either. He wasn't doubtful of Yamato's ability to recapture his full attention, though. However, that sweet gesture with his hair was almost enough to distract him from that conversation anyway, his smile broadening into one of completely unguarded joy. Strange how such a simple gesture could make a person feel so loved, but it did.

"Hmm, true, the act of being observed does tend to cause changes into the observed -- but you may find you like it, in the end. Or not," Yamato is open to either idea, since it's not something Takuya can really control. The redhead is a romantic, and he knows Takuya eats it up, so he doesn't feel cheesy in the least doing a move like this one with the hair. He smiles warmly over at Takuya after that kiss.

"I might. I mean, it is on the 'will' part of the list, ne?" Takuya responded, voice warm and gentle as his mind was still very much on that sweet kiss to his hair. "I've never had anyone watch me during something like that before, but the idea doesn't immediately make me feel uneasy, so..." He half shrugged fluidly, clearly not overly worried this second.

"It is," Yamato agrees. He chuckles gently to himself and how adorably happy his silly romantic gesture had made Takuya, "Well, we'll try it sometime and see how you feel about it." the redhead shrugs. It's certainly not a deal breaker if the drummer ends up not liking it. He leans over to give his boyfriend a sweet kiss.

"Okay." The drummer agreed easily, then left the conversation behind in favour of that lovely kiss. He got one arm comfortably around Yamato, moving his lips slowly, lovingly over the other man's. This. This right here was the part that was missing when he tried to masturbate for himself. The love and connection to another person.

The redhead certainly does love Takuya, though he's thinking increasingly more of sex as they kiss, and so when the kiss concludes he gently tugs Takuya's lower lip with his teeth, all the while bringing a coarse hand to that revealed chest.

"Nnn~" Takuya moaned lightly at that tug on his lip, doing nothing at all to try and pull it back from his boyfriend's teeth. His eyes were half lidded as he looked at Yamato, his body subtly following the trail of that roughened hand along his skin. "Mmmm~ Touch me more?" He requested, sure that his boyfriend was already thinking along those lines, but wanting to be sure to vocalize that that was what he wanted too. Slowly, he was getting a little better at that, and not just leaving the redhead guessing at what he wanted.

"Gladly," Yamato utters with happy confidence behind it -- practically a promise. He lets his hand roam fully down the side of Takuya's chest, while bringing his mouth to the drummer's jawline. He doesn't know how anyone mistakes the other man for a woman with this lovely jawline.

"Mmmmmm~" Was the delighted response from the drummer for that confident reply. As Yamato's hand explored his chest, and the other man's lips shifted to his jaw, Takuya let the fingers of the arm still around his boyfriend play lightly at the back of the other man's neck while his free arm curled almost languidly on the pillow around his own head. This part was lovely, and he was enjoying it very much, but he knew it was going to heat up, and he was going to enjoy that too~

The redhead shifts then, bringing his legs to straddle his boyfriend, making it easier to run both his hands over all that chest, further opening the shirt, and then bringing his mouth down to the centre of Takuya's chest. "You taste so good, Takuya-kun."

That change in position sent the smallest little thrill through the drummer, and he smiled up at his boyfriend as he let his arm drop away from Yamato entirely. Instead, he let it settle mirroring his other arm, his wrists crossing gently over his head on the pillow. When Yamato leaned down to press that kiss to the center of his chest, Takuya let out another pleased 'mmm~', especially as the ends of his boyfriend's red hair brushed sensually across his skin as well. "I'm glad, because I enjoy it when you taste it." He replied, voice warm and welcoming to whatever came next.

"Nnn, that's quite the alluring pose you've adopted, Takuya-kun," Yamato notes, seeing the way those wrists were crossed - a perfect position to be tied, or cuffed. He brings one of his hands to the bed beside his boyfriend to support himself, then grabs those wrists with the other hand. It was far too tempting to ignore. He brings his mouth back to Takuya's chest.

"Oh?" Takuya asked, his smile turning just a touch foxy, showing he wasn't totally unaware of what he had done. Just because the pose had been half happy accident didn't mean he hadn't realized the implications as soon as Yamato spoke. However, when that hand came to clamp around his wrists, he couldn't help the deep moan that accompanied his eyes closing and the spike of excitement that rushed through him. It even took a moment for his boyfriend's mouth reconnecting with his chest to register through the adrenaline. When it did, though, it elicited another, softer but no less interested, moan.

Yamato chuckles, practically on Takuya's chest at his boyfriend's reaction. He definitely noticed that the moan from being held down more or less overwhelmed the one from being kissed. And he loves it, "You're perfect, Takuya-kun. Absolutely wonderful." And then he licks right over one of the drummer's nipples.

That warm chuckle right against his skin felt amazing, the timbre of it seeming to send sound waves right through the drummer's body. Those loving words, though, made Takuya smile, and he was just about to open his eyes and thank his boyfriend for the wonderful compliments, when that tongue did something terribly sinister. "Tha- ah~ aahh~" Was all that came out as his thanks turned into a series of shortened gasps.

Oh, Yamato enjoys that failed answer immensely. Face teasingly close to that nipple still, he looks up at Takuya, big grin on his face. "Oh, sorry? I didn't quite catch that, Takuya-kun~"

Look, he's a nice guy, really, he just can be something of a sexy asshole during sex sometimes.

Given that Takuya knew exactly the kind of person his boyfriend was, he didn't see a reason to actually try to repeat himself. He was sure the redhead knew that word was going to be 'thanks', so, instead, he said, "Do it again~" His eyes were still closed, though, waiting with anticipation for that tongue to swipe over him again.

Yamato snorts, truly amused at Takuya refusing to play along, finding that quite charming. He delivers the asked-for swipe of his tongue before doing what he's been planning on doing -- engulfing the nipple entirely with his mouth and giving it a hard suck.

Takuya couldn't help but grin at getting that reaction from his boyfriend, loving that Yamato was just amused by his words, rather than being disappointed by his refusal to repeat himself. That lovely swipe of the tongue was expected this time, so it didn't bring as nice a reaction, but that incredible suck? It changed his subtle reaction to a much bigger one, as his soft 'nnn~' crescendoed into a spiraling 'ah~ Ah~ AHH~~'. The clasping of his wrists probably should have alerted him to the fact that they had moved from purely gentle and romantic into something a little less gentle, but still wholly enjoyable, but the suction from those lips had still been an electrifying surprise with his eyes still closed.

Yamato had been *planning* on keeping things romantic, but then Takuya had done *that* with his arms, and like, what is the redhead supposed to do? The drummer may as well have literally flipped a switch. That moan certainly doesn't discourage him from going down this road, and, well, there is a certain romance to this as well, right? He certainly thinks so. He looks up to Takuya, a classic grin on his face, "So, what if I want to decorate you with hickeys now?"

When Yamato's lips disengaged from his chest, but didn't immediately do anything else, Takuya opened his eyes to look down at his boyfriend's face, catching sight of that very familiar grin before the other man spoke. And even before the words came out, the drummer knew that they would be something he'd like, but also something that would require negotiation. Thankfully, the negotiation part was easy. "As long as the costume will cover them." He stipulated, since he had no idea at this very moment whether their next engagement required costumes or could be attended in street clothes. However, anything his costume would cover would be less than anything else, so it was a good rule anyway, and given where the first hickey had gone, he doubted it would be an issue for the redhead.

"Wonderful," Yamato agrees, not concerned at all about that costume stipulation -- if anything it just forces him to keep the marks restricted to more sensitive areas anyways~ And, just to be teasing, presses a series of fluttery, soft kisses across Takuya's chest.

Hearing that delighted agreement, Takuya was absolutely ready for Yamato to choose a new spot almost immediately for another lovely mark. So, when those sweet, fluttery kisses came his way instead, they startled a happy laugh from him. They felt lovely, but were *not* what he had been anticipating, which he was sure was absolutely the point. "You're going to just keep me guessing, ne?" He asked, though he wasn't at all upset by the idea. Would make everything his boyfriend did surprising and exciting.

"I'm mixing the sweet and romantic with the naughty," Yamato explains, as if this is an obvious and rational approach to the situation, while Takuya knows the truth -- that he's being teasing and making sure that it will be a surprise. He selects his next spot for a mark, bringing his lips down a spot on the drummer's ribs, on the opposite side from the nipple he'd attacked before.

"I like it~" Takuya replied, as if his enjoyment of everything his boyfriend was doing wasn't plainly obvious from his body language and the way he responded to Yamato's teasing words. As the guitarist paused to consider his next action, the drummer started to say something else, but then those lips latched onto a spot on his ribs, and the thought was cut off right in the middle. "Sariel would l--- Mmmnnn~" His body bowed gently up into the other man's mouth, wanting more of that incredible sensation, if possible.

Yamato is thoroughly amused that Takuya keeps trying to talk to him and he keeps accidentally ruining it. He gives a very gentle nip to that skin before removing his mouth. He ends up just resting his chin on Takuya's chest, looking up to him and waiting for him to calm down enough to explain what Sariel has to do with this.

That little nip made Takuya suck in a sharp breath, but absolutely in a good way. In the best way, probably. He was waiting for whatever the next thing would be when he felt the gentle pressure of Yamato's chin come to rest against his chest and he opened his eyes again to see what his boyfriend was doing. Seeing the other man's expression, he blinked, not sure what was happening now. "Did you give up?" He asked, not thinking for a second that was actually what was going on.

"Hmm? I wanted to hear what Sariel would do," Yamato replies, amused that Takuya's earlier attempted sentence seems to have entirely flown out of the man's mind. And the redhead's position is cute, though the cuteness is reduced somewhat by him still having a firm grip on his boyfriend's wrists.

That request made Takuya laugh in a slightly breathless way. It wasn't so much that he had forgotten what he was saying so much as it wasn't that important. "I was going to say 'Sariel would love it if Belial did this to him, but he would never admit it, and Belial wouldn't do it'." He admitted, though *why* the thought had come to him at all was a mystery all its own.

"Hmmm, that is sadly true," Yamato admits, not seeing Belial doing soft feathery kisses. But while he's pretty amused at Takuya thinking about it, it also sort of makes sense to him, "We keep talking about 'playing' as them some time, but we never seem to get around to it, hmm." He's not really proposing doing so now, though.

Takuya's head tilted subtly at Yamato's observation. "True.... they did enjoy coming out and interacting in ways they don't get to normally and Kurokawa-san's and Shirokawa-san's.... maybe next time we can let them free." He replied, though getting into Sariel's actual headspace would probably require him dressing up, so a little preplanning on their part. Right now, though, he was interested in seeing what interplay of romantic and naughty Yamato might come up with next.

"Oh well, that's for another day," Yamato admits, before lifting his head up and getting back to it. He starts slowly pressing hot, open mouthed kisses down the centre of Takuya's chest, before swirling his tongue around the other man's navel.

While his hand is still making contact with Takuya's wrists, he's no longer really in a position to actually put on pressure though, which is unfortunate.

Takuya just smiled in agreement with Yamato's words, but then closed his eyes and leaned his head back slightly as he enjoyed those hot kisses going down his body. The slight tension of constantly anticipating one of those kisses turning suddenly into a hickey was amazing, especially as they got lower and lower, ending without his expectation ever coming true and, instead, culminating with that warm, wet tongue circling his navel, bringing about a soft groan. The pressure on his wrists subsided as Yamato went further and further down his body, but the drummer wasn't inclined to move his arms out of their position. That hand still touching them was at least partly the reason.

Yamato growls, mostly to himself, annoyed at not being able to kiss where he wants *and* press Takuya's hands down. Rather than the anticipated hickey, he comes back up entirely, roughly pressing his mouth against his boyfriends, enjoying be able to grasp those wrists more fully again. He's going to have to give in and tie up Takuya, at this rate.

That growl, whatever the reason it appeared, made Takuya shiver pleasantly, wondering what might happen in its wake. He trusted Yamato, though, so he was sure he would enjoy whatever came next. And, he wasn't disappointed as his boyfriend's lips crashed back into his aggressively and that hand gripped his wrists together again causing him to moan deepling into the redhead's mouth. He had thought he wanted romantic. He had thought he wanted love making. But gods, if *this* didn't make him want his wrists bound and for more of those growls as the other man used the pressure of those lips all over him.

Once that kiss has at least temporarily sated the rising aggressiveness, especially as he's able to drink in Takuya's moan, which shows his boyfriend is loving this as much as he is. Yamato briefly explains his frustration, "I can't hold you down *and* kiss you all over."

With the pressure from that kiss, Takuya's lips were slightly swollen and he passed his tongue over them before he spoke. "Then.... use something other than your hand to hold me down?" He suggested, heat filling his gaze at the idea that they might both be thinking the same thing.

Yamato gets a very satisfied smirk, hearing Takuya suggest he do exactly what he'd been about to ask permission for. "I'll be right back." he promises, relinquishing Takuya's wrists reluctantly, heading over to the now much abused cheap tie of Takuya's that get pressed into duty in situations like these.

Takuya couldn't help but smile as Yamato gave him that look, then got up to retrieve the rather terrible makeshift restraint that was his poor, cheap tie. "We really do need some propper, simple things here.... maybe we need a shopping trip." He suggested, though he didn't move even the tiniest bit, waiting for his boyfriend to return and bind his wrists in place.

"Well, we have time this afternoon," Yamato suggests. They've been putting off such a trip for clearly too long, since this keeps happening. A warm grin spreads across the redhead's face as he sees that Takuya has stayed put, hands not moving despite there being nothing physically holding them. That's pretty hot too. He stalks back over to the bed, purposefully leaning over the other man's face in the process of tying those wrists together.

"Mmmmnn~ sounds like a plan~" Takuya replied, though he was far more focused on the here and now, especially as Yamato returned. When his boyfriend leaned over that way to bind his wrists, it nearly stole his breath away. It was a rather intense, but entirely incredible feeling as the tie tightened around his wrists and Yamato loomed so close.

Yamato does take his time with the knot though; he needs it to be tight, but absolutely can't have it harming the other man's hands or wrists in any way. Also, since it's just a necktie, it's not really long enough to tie it to anything, so he's trusting Takuya to keep his arms up like he had been. When he looks back to Takuya's face and sees the rapt expression there, his grin broadens and he leans down to kiss the man, the kiss almost sweet if not for the smoldering edge to it.

Takuya had zero desire to move his arms from where they were. He was completely into this whole thing now, and even if there had been no binding at all, if Yamato had indicated he wanted the drummer's hands to stay where they were, they almost surely would have. The pressure of the tie tied around his wrists felt better than just holding them together with his own will, though. When Takuya saw the expression on his boyfriend's face, his lips parted just slightly, but then the other man's lips covered his, and all he could do was press up into the heated kiss.

The redhead isn't worried at all about whether Takuya is into this or not since it's literally the drummer's fault. He'd started it by raising and crossing his wrists like that, he *knew* what that position would bring out in Yamato, after all. But he presses into this kiss, letting it ground him, letting this still say on the edge of romantic, even if there soon will be more love marks.

If he hadn't put his wrists in the position, Takuya would be tempted to wrap his arms around Yamato's neck and pull him even further into the kiss, but instead he just continued to lean up into his boyfriend's touch, loving the exciting edge between romantic and kinky that they were riding on at the moment.

Yamato runs a hand up Takuya's arm to rest on those bound wrists, since he's currently in reach. He brings his lips to Takuya's chin, then trailing them down the neck. Sadly, this area is off-limits for marking as it is more visible.

"Mmm~" Takuya hummed in enjoyment as that hand came up to rest on his wrists. Sure, it wasn't putting as much pressure on as it had before, but at this point the enjoyment of the act was at least 75% psychological. As Yamato's lips trailed down his throat, the sensation made him tip his head out of the way slightly to help give more room for those kisses. His breath was definitely shallower, though, not quite holding his breath as those kisses progressed, but conscious of not wanting his neck to move very much at all.

Likewise, Yamato is getting off on it, even though the reality is if Takuya wanted out, the other man could easily get out of this position, especially since he's inarguably stronger than the mangaka. That's what makes it so hot, the idea of Takuya giving himself up like this. Yamato brings his lips down further, choosing another spot to leave his mark, eventually attaching his mouth on Takuya's taut stomach.

As those lips got lower and lower, and that hand inevitably lost touch with his wrists, Takuya's breath remained shallow and slightly fast, anticipating a new mark coming sometime soon, now that Yamato was back in the 'safe' area. And when those amazing lips latched onto his stomach, the drummer let out a low moan, even as his body pressed slightly up into the sensation.

Although Yamato has to release his hold on Takuya, he lets his hand trail down that arm as he moves down. He loves Takuya pressing up into his mouth, showing how much he's enjoying it. He leans back after, clearly taking in his boyfriend's body and how amazing it looks with these new blemishes. "Mmm~"

As Yamato sat back to enjoy the sight, Takuya wet his lips gently and looked up at his boyfriend. "Mmm~ Like what you see~?" He asked, a somewhat amused look on his face. He certainly enjoyed the way that the other man was looking at him, and felt a certain amount of sexy pride for sporting that new mark.

He lets his gaze slowly glide up from the marked torso to Takuya's kiss-swollen lips, to the proud lusty look in the other man's eyes, and then up to those bound wrists because answering, "Oh, I *love* what I see." And anyone who knows the redhead at all knows that he's a very visual man. That said, he is trying to keep up some sweet romance today, so he presses some gentle kisses to the marks he's already made.

Was there any better feeling than having his boyfriend scan over his body with such a heated gaze? Takuya didn't think so, and his body wiggled just a little under Yamato's eyes. And that assertion? That made a wonderfully warm and happy feeling fill the drummer's chest. "I do too." He replied, absolutely meaning Yamato himself. And then his boyfriend was leaning down to place those sweet little kisses to the existing marks, and that just made him feel even happier somehow.

Yamato hadn't been expecting the return compliment of his appearance, so that makes him smirk. Once he's done showing his adoration for the marks so far, he roughly runs his callused hands down Takuya's chest, all the while choosing his next spot. He brings his mouth to Takuya's hip, this time giving a gentle kiss first before latching on.

Honestly, Takuya hadn't exactly meant his boyfriend's looks, though he did very much think Yamato was aesthetically pleasing. No, he had meant it a little more... literally. He didn't get to think about that for very long at all, though, as the other man's mouth made its way to his hip. He had half expected those lips to latch on right away, given his boyfriend's slight pause, but that nice little kiss first was both surprising and welcomed. The more expected hickey, though, brought a rather excited gasp, though.

Yamato chuckles, glad that switching up the order like that had gotten a fun reaction. He moves back, kneeling on the bed beside Takuya, and declares, "Well, time to finally get rid of this underwear." The other man's pants had thankfully been discarded in the kitchen earlier.

That announcement, combined with that wonderful chuckle, made Takuya even more eager for what was to come. Sure, his body, physically, wasn't ready to get hard again just yet, but that didn't take away, at all, from the idea of how good it would feel to have his boyfriend's hands, eyes, and the rest of his body up against him. And... he knew there were other ways to get off than the kind of orgasm he'd already had. His hips came up off the bed slightly, mostly to 'help' the underwear come off. "Mmmm~ Please do~"

The redhead enjoys the clear invitation of those hips raising up, appreciating his boyfriend's excellent physique. He slowly drags the offensive garment down off his boyfriend's body and then tosses it aside. He rather belatedly realizes that he's basically fully dressed himself, so he asks, "Hmm, should I be disrobing as well?"

There was a certain amazing feeling of being completely nude under Yamato's heated gaze that Takuya never would have expected before their relationship began, but that question almost broke that feeling by making the drummer laugh. "I mean, I'd enjoy it if you did, but if that wasn't what you were thinking..." He left it kind of hanging there. After all, it wouldn't be the first time they had sex while one or both of them were completely clothed. Not what he'd been envisioning for love making, but then they had kind of deviated from that already, so, whatever.

(Fake) Accusingly, Yamato teases, "You just can't make up your mind today, can you? Oh, I want romance, but also tie me up~ Make love to me, but you can keep your clothes on." He takes off his vest, leaving himself in just a long sleeved fishnet top, which... honestly there's not much difference between that and being naked, right?

"Hey hey! You're the one that started holding me down and wanting to mark me up!" Takuya protested, though it was clear that he wasn't actually complaining about either of those things. "And you write kinky romance all the time. I trust you to romance me, and make love to me at the same time as whatever kinky stuff is going on." While his tone was slightly teasing, he really did trust his boyfriend to make him feel loved and cared for, no matter what they were doing.

"You minx; you knew exactly what you were doing when you put your hands up like that," Yamato replies, still accusing, and still obviously not bothered at all. Deciding that the rest of his clothes can stay if Takuya's not going to ask for it to be removed, he moves down to the foot of the bed, sliding both hands down Takuya's left leg, before kissing the top of that foot. He certainly *can* bring the romance, despite the hickeys and the tied hands.

"I could ask where else my hands were comfortably supposed to go..." He asked, but then gave a short laugh, "But yeah, I knew there was a chance of *something* if I did that." He admitted, then let out a pleased little 'mmmm~' at the feeling of Yamato's rough hands sliding down his leg before those lips came down lightly on his foot. Okay, yeah, that felt more on the romantic side again, even if that fishnet shirt was absolutely on the sexiest of sexy side.

Yamato is too busy enjoying sliding some kisses up Takuya's leg, all while caressing the limb with his hands at the same time to point out that there are a great many places Takuya's arms could have gone that were more romantic and less likely to bring out the rougher side of Yamato.

As those kisses and caresses rose higher up his leg, Takuya honestly gave up giving a shit about their fake argument and, instead, just gave himself over to the sensations. He loved the way it felt when Yamato touched him, kissed him, marked him... pretty much anything involving his boyfriend touching him was good in the drummer's opinion.

As Yamato gets to the thigh, he brought his inside hand over to the opposing hip rather than going all the way to the other man's crotch -- and then attaches his lips to a spot on the inside of Takuya's thigh, sucking there to bring up another mark. Costume definitely covers this spot~

When that hand moved away from his inner thigh, Takuya actually let out a small huff of disappointment. That feeling wasn't allowed to linger long, though, as his boyfriend's mouth almost immediately replaced it. "Mmmmmmmmnnnn~~" He moaned, as the pressure of the new hickey began to build in that very sensitive spot. Yes, his costume would cover it, but it was in such a spot that it was likely to be brushed a lot, bringing a new reminder every time until it was somewhat healed.