Shotgun Wedding Log: A Nighttime Visitor
That additional propping up of his accomplishment made Keiji smile warmly at the other man. "Thanks." He said, really meaning it. That reminder that Mikoto would have to head to work soon, though, made the singer nod in slight resignation. "Yeah, I know. I'll be happy to see you get all pretty, even if it means you're leaving me for the next few hours." He didn't at all want the blond to feel guilty about that, though. Work was important. He knew that exceptionally well.
"You're gunna stay, and be here when I get home, right?" Mikoto asks, definitely sounding hopeful that that's how it's going. Even if Keiji falls asleep (although his shift isn't that long tonight) he'd still be happy just to be able to cuddle up to him in bed again.
"That's the plan. Might go see if Setsuna-san and Kaiya are around at some point. Maybe watch some TV or play a game with them." Since Kaiya had been at the Devillic practice, he was nearly 100% sure that she would end up back over at the apartment with her boyfriend eventually, if they weren't already across the hall right now having their own dinner.
Miko smiles, happy to hear that that was very much the plan already. "Ok. Then... maybe I'll just get ready now? And then we'll have a little more time to sit together before I have to go." He suggests. He stands up and stretches, then brings his dishes to the sink.
"Okay, sounds good." Keiji agreed with another smile of his own. He also brought his dishes to the sink, intending to clean them up while his boyfriend got ready for work. First, though, he got out a container for the leftover fried rice. He had made a lot, honestly. A good idea when cooking for the bassist, in his experience, and leftovers were never unwelcome, so it worked out well.
Miko notices Keiji getting ready to do the dishes, but he goes over and steals a kiss first before excusing himself to his bedroom. He starts with makeup. He'd had a beer so he needs to wait until after he feels the call of nature before getting tucked and dressed, ideally.
Keiji smiled at receiving that familiar kiss, then blew a kiss at the other man as Miko headed to his bedroom. While the blond got ready, Keiji did up the dishes, got things put away, then did a quick clean of the kitchen itself with cloth and broom, just because. After all, there was nothing he could do to help with what Mikoto was doing right now. Most likely he would be a distraction more than anything else.
Mikoto finishes his beat, gets tucked, and gets some other undergarments on; padding to give him more shape. Then he gets dressed, and finally does his hair, such that the straight locks fall into gentle, lovely curls at the tips. Grabbing heels and an appropriate purse, he emerges from the more private part of the house, and in his more femme register, announces, "Done~"
Keiji was just putting the broom away when Mikoto announced that he was done transforming. The singer turned to take in his boyfriend's feminine form and grinned. "You look fantastic~ As always~" He added, since it was true: Mikoto always looked amazing. He moved closer to the other man and asked, "Am I allowed to kiss and touch? Or will I mess you up if I do?"
"Hmm, touching is fine. Kissing is less than ideal," Mikoto replies, tone apologetic. He would love to kiss Keiji, but there was a lot going on with his makeup -- even though the overall effect doesn't look like a super heavy beat. He reaches out his arms, clearly happy to have some kind of embrace though.
"Okay." Keiji agreed easily, happily taking the other man in his arms, his own going around Mikoto's artificially accentuated waist. He'd asked about the touching and kissing for a reason, after all: he knew that there was a lot going on to cause this look, so there was a high chance that touching any part of it would be unhelpful. "Did I say you look lovely, yet? Your efforts were not wasted." He complimented, knowing that Mikoto had applied a lot of skill for this look.
Mikoto is pleased, getting his arms around Keiji again -- and pressing his breastplate up against his boyfriend since he's sure the bisexual lad would enjoy that~ "Mmm, thank you. You can mess up my efforts later, when I get home, if you're still awake~"
Keiji really did enjoy the feel of those weirdly realistic boobs pressing up against him. "I'm still surprised at how realistic those feel, by the way." He commented, not really expecting any kind of reply, since this was far from the first time he'd made that observation. That offer to 'mess up' the bassist later, though, made the model grin. "I'll have to make sure I'm awake, then~"
"They're so heavy; I don't know how girls manage," Mikoto replies with a giggle. His other comment to Keiji had had very much the response he'd been hoping for -- and offers sweetly, "If you do fall asleep, should I wake you up~"
Even if Keiji wouldn't have needed to be woken up anyway, to avoid a possible repeat of the night before, but in an unfamiliar place, he still would have replied with, "Oh~ Yes please~" After all, in the choice between being woken up to kiss, touch, and maybe more, with his boyfriend, or sleeping through any of those possibilities, obviously he preferred the former~
"Yay~," Mikoto replies, and has to resist the urge to kiss Keiji as he really needs to not fuck up his make up right now. "Hmm, let's curl up on the couch until I have to go?"
That enthusiastic reaction was all Keiji could have asked for, and when Mikoto made that suggestion, he nodded. "Sounds good. Just have to remember not to kiss you." He said, mostly as a note to himself. That said, he let the other man go long enough that they could settle on the couch together.
Mikoto laughs, and admits, "I just resisted kissing you right now." He follows Keiji to the sofa, and settles in beside him, shoulder to shoulder. It's cuddly but not a super kissy position, which apparently they need if they're gunna keep their lips offa each other.
That admission made Keiji chuckle as well. "Good thing we're both exerting maximum willpower then." He said, only partially teasing. After all, their track record on resisting getting hands or lips on each other when they knew they probably shouldn't wasn't all that great. "Think anything better will be on now? Or should we just listen to music instead of trying to find something to watch?" He asked, since having something to pay attention to, and maybe talk about, might help them continue to not mess up Mikoto's makeup.
"Hmm, maybe just music," Mikoto agrees. If the TV felt like being GOOD it would be better since it would be more distracting, but it hadn't been great earlier. And he doesn't want to put ON something good like drag race because he will need to leave at some point. Mikoto goes and puts on some grunge-esque music by a new Korean artist - the lyrics are like 90% in English so Keiji can enjoy them too.
Keiji smiled, then welcomed Mikoto back once the music was on. "Who's this? I don't think I've heard them before?" He asked. Not that this was necessarily so. After all, he wasn't *that* good at identifying the artists that Mikoto liked to listen to.
"Loren. He's a pretty new artist. Makes this English music inspired neo grunge. It's so good." Mikoto explains briefly.
"Ah~ Nice!" Keiji responded, then settled in to listen to the music with the other man. He got his arm around Mikoto's shoulders, careful not to muss the other man's hair or outfit.
"He's also pretty cute and on his first EP he played all the instruments." Mikoto adds... taking more in part an effort to resist the urge to rest his head on Keiji's shoulder so as not to muss his hair
"Oh? That's really impressive!" Keiji replied with unfeigned interest. "Even after being in Shotgun all these months, I'm still not confident I could tell the difference between a guitar and a bass, nevermind play any of the instruments."
"Oh honey," Mikoto says since the bass or guitar thing seems so basic. Anyways. "I saw an interview - his band mates are basically his friends that he taught to play. Wild."
That reaction just made Keiji laugh lightly. "I mean, if it pains you to hear that, you can attempt to teach me." He offered. After all, he obviously had no drive to learn the difference on his own. The information about the artist they were listening to was increasingly interesting, though. "Oh wow! That's kind of crazy! I wonder if training friends to be your band is better, or just cobbling together talented people and hoping you'll all get along?" He pondered.
"Well; the bass is bigger and has two fewer strings, so I feel like that should make it pretty obvious," Mikoto replies, those being the simplest distinguishing features. "Hopefully if they're already supportive friends, then they should be able to stick together? But we were put together through auditions and we're doing well so who knows."
"It is?" Keiji asked, clearly not having noted the difference in sizes. Maybe that was partly because one of their guitarists was so small and the other was so tall. Of course, that didn't explain him not noticing when all of the instruments weren't being played. He did nod along with Mikoto's thoughts on the band compositions, though. "Yeah. Obviously both ways can work, but I think they could both fail too. I guess it just depends on the actual people involved." He replied with a shrug.
"Definitely. I mean, if there was a method of starting a band guaranteed to work everyone would just do that -- so of course it's the people. But yeah, interesting to think about," Mikoto agrees. "But seriously, 6 strings versus 4 strings? You never noticed??"
"Very true." Keiji agreed. Of course, if friend groups were the guaranteed to work model, it would be hard for companies to apply that consistently. He did have to chuckle again at that insistence. "Really! I've never noticed!" He reiterated. "Four? Six? They're basically the same, right?"
"Four fingers? Six fingers? Basically the same!" Mikoto replies, that being the first example of something cylindrical with around the right number of objects but where you would DEFINITELY notice the difference.
"Yeah, pretty much." Keiji agreed, though he was totally teasing now. He knew that *fingers* would definitely be noticeable, even if he thought strings on a guitar/bass were not.
"At least I know the right side of a microphone when I see it..." Mikoto grumbles, implying that he has more knowledge/interest in Keiji's specialty than the singer in his.
"You also do karaoke and sing as part of your 'day' job." Keiji pointed out, as if this would be the reason for this. Not at all that a microphone was a microphone, for most intents and purposes, and there weren't two pieces of equipment that looked relatively similar, and were used in a fairly similar way, but were different beyond that. "But... if you want to teach me the difference, tangibly, I'll be happy to learn." He added, since he certainly had nothing against such education, and he *did* know that Mikoto took great pride in his musical and instrumental knowledge. And anything that the blond talked about with pride and interest was going to be wonderfully engaging for the model.
Well, there is something else somewhat microphone shaped that Mikoto's been known to get near and in his mouth, but he doesn't know what Keiji's thinking so he can't make a lewd joke. Instead he just waves his hand dismissively at Keiji's logic, even if in his mind he does admit that he can kind of understand the average person mistaking a bass for a guitar, it was more that Keiji was literally in a band and didn't know that surprised him. "Hmm? What, you wanna see my bass?"
Keiji smiled at that question. "Yeah! And then some other time you can show me how it properly compares with a guitar to see what makes it different." He suggested, because really, he did not give Rei's or Yui's guitars more than a cursory look most of the time, which did not help this situation at all.
"Hmm, ok," Mikoto replies. He extracts himself from the side embrace they have going on, and heads over to grab his bass. He just gets his practice one for now, since he's unsure about letting someone who LITERALLY doesn't know the difference between a guitar and a bass touching his much more expensive stage instrument. He gets it out of his case and brings it back over, setting on the sofa again and lying it down so it's across both their laps.
Honestly, Keiji was relieved that Mikoto *wasn't* getting his flashy stage instrument. While the singer couldn't tell the difference between a bass and a guitar, he *could* tell the difference between practice and stage instruments. But yes, he was glad not to have to worry about his highly unskilled fingers being anywhere near such a nice, and undoubtedly expensive, instrument. Once the bass was settled across both their laps, Keiji stared down at it intensely. He could certainly count the strings now, though with no comparative, that didn't mean all that much.
Mikoto brings his hands to the neck, "So this part is a bit slimmer than the guitar, since it has fewer strings, but this--" He brings his hands to the body, "Is wider, and the overall instrument is a bit longer, basically." He's not entirely sure how best to demonstrate without a guitar to compare with, but maybe being hands on will help in some way.
Keiji listened and watched with an intensity that he hadn't invoked since learning to be a model. "Ah~ That might explain it. The proportions are very different, but the longer, but wider body, and thinner neck might somehow combine to make it harder for me to recognize the difference at a glance? I mean, if they were the same length, the extra body width, and lesser neck width might be more noticeable without holding them?" He suggested, not exactly trying to excuse himself, but trying to reason out why he had never noticed. "How much thinner is a guitar body, by comparison?" He asked, curious.
"Hmm, it could," Mikoto replies, charitably. It seems obvious to him but how much of that is the years he's spent playing bass? So he has to admit he doesn't know what a layman would see. He gestures with his hands, "The body would be more like this.... and then neck about 2 or 3 cm wider... and then the headstock would be a bit bigger too; because it needs to have 6 tuning pegs instead of 4."
As Mikoto demonstrated and explained, Keiji paid attention and nodded along. "Okay, I get why the neck and the.... headstock?... would need to be wider for the number of strings, but then why is the body of the bass wider than the body of the guitar? And longer too?" He couldn't think of what the length would have to do with the strings, but you'd think more strings would contribute to more width in the entire instrument, rather than a narrower body. At least, *he* would think so.
Mikoto tilts his head, starting to realize that someone could be very musically inclined but not have much theory or knowledge about instruments. Trying to lead Keiji to the result instead of just saying it, he asks, "Have you ever used a xylophone? Do you remember which keys are the higher sound, and which keys make the lower sounds?"
Keiji frowned at the question, then thought way back to when he had played such an instrument. "....the low notes were the big ones, and the high notes were the small ones, weren't they?" He asked, pretty sure he was right, but not 100% certain.
Mikoto smiles, and nods, "Yup! And the bass is a lower instrument than the guitar, so the body is larger - make that deep sound. Now it doesn't matter so much with an electric, but with an acoustic? Absolutely. A violin is a much higher pitched instrument, and it's much smaller than a guitar or bass, ne?"
"Oh! Well, that makes sense." Keiji agreed with startled understanding. "Now that I think about it, all bigger instruments are lower sounding than smaller instruments. That's really interesting!" He had probably noticed this in passing at some point, but never really *thought* about it. "Well, that's really neat! Are there guitar and bass-like things that are even bigger than a bass, and therefore lower?" Curiosity had him now.
There's something really sweet about the dawning realization on Keiji's face at, y'know, how instruments work. The blond nods, "Yeah, the cello and the standing bass are both bigger and lower than my bass guitar." He's sure, now that he's reminded his boyfriend of them, he's at least somewhat familiar with the string instruments so large you need to sit to play them.
Keiji knew exactly what a cello was, though he was less familiar with the standing bass. Still, they weren't exactly what he'd had in mind, those reminding him more of huge violins than large guitars. And then, it really hit him. "Oh my god! So a violin is like a tiny guitar?" Yes, Mikoto had basically *said* that already, but he hadn't made the connection until now. He'd just thought that a violin was an *example*, not a direct comparison.
Mikoto is stunned speechless, briefly, and then another "Oh honey," escapes his mouth before he starts laughing. He fans himself with one hand and collects himself quickly, "I mean there *are* a lot of differences, obviously... the play style, and such, but... yes? The string instruments are all pretty similar at an extremely basic level. Well, maybe not the harp, but.... everything else we've been talking about has the sound created by the strings over the body..."
Keiji blushed a bit at that unintended, slightly condescending comment. He understood that he had just made the most obvious connection, but it really had been surprising for him. "I guess that makes sense, but I never really thought of it that way. I guess because you don't use a bow to play a guitar or bass guitar. But then, I guess by that definition, a koto would be like a guitar..." He admitted, and really, the koto was way more like a harp or a xylophone, at least that was how he thought of it.
"And a harp would be a guitar, because you pluck it. No, I think... I think you use a bow for a violin because it's so small, and it'd be pretty hard to do fingers the same way," Mikoto theorizes. He stands back up and puts his guitar away, then stretches (not currently 'in character' that much so not aware of how this kind of stretch emphasizes his chest. "Anyways, I should probably head to work...." Unfortunate, but true.
Keiji nodded in agreement at Mikoto's thoughts on the instruments, but had nothing really to add to that. He knew it was getting close to time for Mikoto to leave, so when the blond took his instrument away, he wasn't surprised by the announcement that came after. "Yeah, probably..." He trailed off, absolutely staring at the great arch that came with that stretch, and he definitely took note of what it did for Mikoto's chest. Yeah, the boobs were fake, but they looked fantastic, and he wasn't ashamed to notice.
Mikoto blinks, belatedly realizing what a lovely little scene he'd presented his boyfriend. He's not ashamed or embarrassed, just amused since he hadn't quite intended it. He smiles at Keiji, reminding him, "Well, I'll see you later~" And the words were certainly filled with promise for what he would like to do later.
"I'll look forward to it~" Keiji replied, returning that smile and getting up to see the other man to the door. He would love to get a kiss, but he wasn't sure how much damage that would do to Mikoto's makeup, so he figured he would let the other man decide on whether or not to engage in that this moment.
Mikoto had already resisted kissing Keiji like 5 times because of his makeup, so unfortunately he doesn't want to do that at the door either. But once he has his shoes on, he does give his boyfriend a hug - albeit one where he's careful not to press his face in at all. "Ok. Don't have too much fun without me." Mikoto teases with a wink, then heads out.
Later~ that evening~ Mikoto comes back home, opening the door and loudly calling out "Tadaima~" mostly to judge where Keiji is, and how awake his boyfriend may or may not be.
Keiji returned that hug happily, then laughed at the tease. "I'll try not to." He promised, then went back into the apartment for a bit. At some point, he did join his sister and her boyfriend for a game and a movie, but eventually he gave them their alone time and headed back to Mikoto's apartment. While he waited for the blond to return, he worked on his Korean 'homework', did some vocal 'homework', then started to do some reading. He'd left the music on, though he'd turned it down to a normal level for him, and was just reading a fanfic he'd discovered after going down a very long rabbit hole from the Devillic official site when Mikoto arrived home. "Ah~ Okaeri!" He said, sitting up suddenly, which made him a little dizzy after laying on the couch for so long. Also, he felt kind of guilty for what he'd been in the middle of reading. It had been getting.... rather steamy, actually.
"Aaaa, bliss," Mikoto says, at the incomparable joy of removing his heels after a shift at work. Barefoot on the wood flooring, he pads his way over to his boyfriend. He doesn't go for the lap since there's a phone in the way, so he sits down beside him, and finally~ gets to kiss him without having to worry about messing up his makeup.
As Mikoto approached, Keiji was mesmerized, and didn't even think to move his phone out of the way until long after his boyfriend had sat down next to him and was leaning in for that kiss. He pressed his lips solidly against the blond's, definitely having felt the strain of resisting kissing the other man before he left, and the hours since had not erased that feeling entirely. "Mmmmm~ I needed that~" He said, pretty sure the feeling was mutual. "How was work?"
"Me too," Mikoto replies, uncharacteristically honest and direct about that. He doesn't care too much about work at the moment, sliding past that, "Oh, you know, same old same old." And then he kisses Keiji again. See, he'd felt more cuddly than sexual earlier in the day, but at work he'd been thinking about the missed opportunity, and filth was definitely on his mind.
Okay, Miko was definitely not wanting to just sit, and talk, and cuddle now~ And Keiji was happy enough to ride that desire right along with the blond. He set his phone, blindly, on the table as he met that kiss, then wrapped his arms securely around the other man, not even pretending that he had any desire to change the trajectory they were on now.
Keiji's so accustomed to Mikoto, and Mikoto to him, that he can tell his lover knows what he wants, and is on board too. He does slip over now, to claim his rightful place on Keiji's lap, and when the heated kiss ends, suggests with a giggle, "Ne, Kei-kun... wanna mess up my makeup now?"
Which... they're already kissing so that's already been at risk, but he's just saying it to be suggestive~
Keiji chuckled at that cheeky question, "I think I might have started doing that already. Sorry for not waiting for permission~" He teased with a grin. It was only due to the high quality and non-transferability of Mikoto's lipstick that his lips weren't already smeared with the colour. Actually, looking at the other man's face, the makeup seemed fairly intact. He was going to have to actually *work* to make any noticeable 'mess'.
Mikoto couldn't actually care less if his makeup gets messed up or not, the point was mostly just that he doesn't have to worry about it anymore. But he plays along, "Ehh, is it messed up already?" with a coquettish tilt of his head. He shifts slightly in Keiji's lap, getting more comfortable, and brings a hand to his lover's chest before leaning in for more delicious kisses.
Keiji's grin stayed on his lips at that response. "Honestly? No, it's not." He admitted, "But that just means I'll have to work harder at it." He added, already leaning in to meet that next, wonderful kiss. His arms shifted to hold Mikoto closer as he really did *try* to ruin the lipstick on his lover's lips with kisses and light scrapes of his teeth over Mikoto's lower lip when they briefly parted for air. He couldn't see if any of it was working, but it sure was enjoyable to try~
The blond certainly enjoys Keiji's efforts greatly, letting his hand roam down Keiji's chest as their mouths continue to tangle. He shifts positions again slightly, and well, given what Keiji had been reading before Miko had gotten there, and now the blond on his lap, well, Keiji is definitely already *enjoying* things. Mikoto's a little surprised to feel that happening already but he's certainly not complaining~
The combination of the steamy reading he'd been doing with having his lover in his lap like this, kissing and touching? Yeah, it was getting him ready for more in record time. At that little shift, it caused their bodies to rub in just the right way to bring a soft sound, almost a moan, from the vocalist, followed by a more vocalized "mmmm~" that was a rather conscious effort. He knew that he liked hearing Mikoto's sounds of pleasure, and he knew any time *he* made actual sounds it made the blond happy too, so he was trying to remember to not be silent. It was a very hard habit to break, but he was at least catching some of the times when he held back sounds and making an effort to vocalize afterward.
"Mmm," Mikoto replies, less a 'natural' sound of pleasure, and more of a purr of joy at the situation he's found himself in. Hot boyfriend ready to go? Lovely~ And Keiji actually letting his pleasure be known? Definitely something the blond doesn't take for granted. But their bodies rubbing together like that, reminds him. Sheepishly, he is forced to admit, "Actually... if things are going to be like *this* already, I think I need to go untuck first...."
Keiji was very much enjoying what they were doing, so he was a little surprised when Mikoto drew back that little bit. Until he spoke, anyway. "Oh. OH!" Keiji replied, eyes going wide with sudden understanding. "Umm... yeah. I guess that would probably be a good idea?" He admitted, not wanting to make the other man uncomfortable, but also kinda sad they had to pause for the moment. Of course, they would have had to at some point, so now was probably the best time, over all.
"Sorry," Mikoto genuinely apologizes, slipping off of Keiji's lap, then pointing out with a wink, "Better now than later though." And despite being shoeless, he nevertheless manages to strut his way over to the bedroom to deal with his situation.
Keiji smiled and blew a kiss at the other man as Mikoto walked away. "Absolutely. Earlier is definitely better." He agreed. Not that he would die, or explode, if they'd had to pause later, but he was sure it would have ended up even more uncomfortable or the blond than him at that point, and no one wanted that.
Honestly Mikoto should have done it *first* but.... this is a bit of a different situation than usual and he just hadn't really thought of it until Keiji's body had given him a reminder poke. Mikoto is such a damn vain princess though, that he untucks, then checks on his hair, then decides if he's wearing all this, he doesn't want to be barefoot and finds a cute pair of ankle boots to wear before finally returning to the living room.
Somehow the idea of de-dragging just hadn't really crossed his mind.
At first, Keiji waited patiently, thinking Mikoto was just going and untucking, then coming right back. But... as the time extended a bit, he found himself drawn back into what he'd been reading, and pulled his phone out to continue reading the rather steamy scene. Nothing wrong with that, right? He was, after all, assuming they were going to be having sex rather imminently, so this was just helping him not cool off too much in the interim, right? When Mikoto returned to the room, still very much in drag, Keiji was just nearing the ~climax~ in the story. However, he tossed his phone aside immediately at the prospect of a real, hot, man in a dress and boots coming toward him. "How do you look even hotter now than you did ten minutes ago?" He asked, meaning it.
"See, I'm going to make you a convert to shoes eventually," Mikoto points, but the most meaningful change was definitely that he now had some heeled boots on~ He doesn't realize, but certainly wouldn't mind that Keiji had resumed reading his story, because Keiji immediately gave him attention upon his return, and that's what the bassist really needs. He takes his time with the walk back over to the couch, entirely because he's living his model moment and having fun with those eyes on him.
"Shoes in the house? Or shoes during sex?" Keiji asked, eyes not wavering from the sight of the other man coming toward him. Whatever the answer, though, he was a willing convert, at least in the case of *Mikoto* in said shoes. He wet his suddenly dry lips, and waited patiently as the blond came toward him. He wanted to just reach out and snag the other man, but first of all he was still too far away, and secondly, he wasn't sure Mikoto would be happy with his strut being interrupted.
"Hmm~ Shoes and how much they help with hotness," Mikoto replies, as that had been his intent. Mikoto arrives in time, settles back on Keiji's lap, and does so with a perfect hair toss as well, "Now~ Where were we~"
"Oh. I know that shoes can add a hotness factor." Keiji agreed with a grin as Mikoto got even closer. And when the blond settled back in his lap? Well, it was probably very clear that none of his passion had subsided while those shoes had been found~. "Hmmm~ I believe we were right... here." The singer said before closing the gap between their lips and doing his best to remove the remaining lipstick from his lover's lips.
Mikoto loops his arms around Keiji's shoulders as their lips crash together again. He's not quite as far along as the younger man, but sitting there, being able to rub against that erection is quite erotic. Since his arms aren't in the way this time, he presses his chest - and thus the breast plate on it -- up against Keiji's chest.
Keiji was always surprised at how real those fake breasts felt, but pleasantly so. Honestly, boobs were probably the thing he missed post about being with a woman, so this really scratched an itch that he couldn't really vocalize without feeling weird about it. Thankfully, enjoying it didn't make him feel guilty. He knew he would forgo tits for Mikoto, but being able to have Mikoto *and* boobs, fake or not, was absolutely wonderful. But.... would it be weird if he touched them? Of course, it wouldn't do anything for Mikoto, he knew that, but.... When their next intense kiss ended and there was a little space for breathing, he asked, "Would it be weird..." Then stopped, finding it too strange a question to ask. "Nevermind." He ended, then leaned in for another deep kiss instead.
Mikoto does find it something of a shame that in his outfit he can't really feel Keiji's chest, but he enjoys feeling attractive to Keiji, and doing things his lover will enjoy. And with the way they're devouring each other, he doesn't really have much mental space to think about why and how he'd even come to this position. Keiji hadn't asked him to, *he'd* done this. But he felt sexy, and not just because he's all-but (and all butt) sitting on his lover's erection. It's only when Keiji starts to ask something but aborts it that the blond's mind spins up to speed, despite the temptation to only pay attention to the kiss. Next time they need breath, he pulls back, as barely as he could while still making it obvious he wasn't looking to dive into another kiss, "What?"
When Mikoto pulled back like that, Keiji knew he couldn't just distract from the question with another kiss. For a second, he hesitated. He knew that Mikoto knew he found the other man attractive, fake tits or no fake tits, but he worried that asking what he wanted to ask might come across negatively somehow. Still, not admitting what he wanted to ask wasn't going to be helpful at this point either. So, very sheepishly, he admitted, "....I was going to ask if.... I could touch your fake boobs...." Saying it out loud, it seemed like an even sillier question. He should have just kept his mouth shut in the first place.
"I'd be pretty ridiculous if I was keeping these on -- and pressing them up against you -- and then didn't wanna let you touch them?" Mikoto suggests, but he uses a gentle tone, not something teasing or flirty as one might expect from him. He's honestly touched by Keiji being concerned enough about consent to ask permission to touch something that, let's be real, is not even actually a part of Mikoto's body.
For Keiji, the asking really had less to do with wanting Mikoto's permission to touch one of the blond's possessions/fake body parts, and more about wanting to be sure that Mikoto knew that this desire didn't reflect in any way on the bassist not being enough, somehow, without them. It still made the singer uneasy, worrying that his enjoyment of Miko channeling a more feminine side might hurt his lover's self esteem, somehow. Since the blond's response had been so logical, though, Keiji just responded with a small smile and a simple, "Okay." If Mikoto didn't see an issue, he wasn't going to make an issue out of it either. Instead... "So~ Can I kiss you again~?" He asked, already shifting one arm higher up his boyfriend's back, while the other traveled slowly along the other man's side, the eventual destination being the fake boob on that side.
Truth be told, Mikoto doesn't quite get why he's chosen to remain dressed like this this evening -- but he's seen Keiji be enraptured by his masculine form many times by now, and feels no concern that Keiji isn't satisfied with that, so that problem had truly not crossed his mind. The blond nods, leaning in to match that kiss. The hand moving up his side feels good, maybe a little bit of a shame it'll be moving to something he can't feel in a moment, but he's not bothered at all.
Knowing that his intended destination wasn't going to do anything at all for his lover, Keiji had definitely wanted the journey to be enjoyable, at least. And, while that hand moved up to fondle the amazingly realistic breast through Mikoto's clothing, his lips were working very enjoyably against the blond's.
Miko only knows Keiji's hand is on his breast because he can't feel the hand on his side anymore, but his focus is definitely on Keiji's lips instead, slipping his tongue into his lover's mouth to heat things up.
Keiji welcomed the deepening of that kiss with delight, and just like before, when he would have been silent in his enjoyment, he made a real effort to be vocal, letting out a soft moan into his lover's mouth. At the same time, he gave the breast in his hand a soft squeeze, loving how real it actually felt. He kind of wanted to feel if the nipple felt real too, but.... that seemed like a much weirder thing to ask about. And right now, he was very happy with everything just the way it was.
It feels amazing to hear Keiji moan like that~ He already has his arms around the other man's shoulder, but he lets one hand play sweetly with the hairs at the small of the model's neck. There's definitely something of a difference in their levels of excitement, but Mikoto's happy enough that Keiji's enjoying himself.
The touch of those fingers against the small hairs on the back of his neck made Keiji shiver with a wonderful ticklish feeling. "Nnn~" He hummed happily into the kiss. Truly, he was well on his way to being ready to go, but he was enjoying this moment very, very much indeed.
Mikoto loves the reactions he's getting out of his younger boyfriend. Really, how far they've both come since the beginning. He pulls back slightly and smiles at his lover, making sure he can see Keiji's face before rocking side to side on the man's lap.
Keiji had no idea why Mikoto was leaning back like that, so he opened his eyes to check that it was nothing negative... just in time for that devious rocking motion. Mikoto absolutely knew what he was doing, and the blond would have gotten the frontest of front row seats to the way that the model's eyes closed again, and his face twisted into an expression of pure pleasure. He was enjoying that move so much that he had no brain power to even try to vocalize for Mikoto's pleasure. The hand against the other man's back clutched lightly at his lover's shirt, but he was still gentle on that fake breast, a reflex from dealing with real ones in slightly similar situations.
Mikoto, devious fiend that he is, giggles, pleased indeed at the reaction he'd gotten - and it was all 100% on purpose, obviously. While Keiji's temporarily out of it, he brings his hand to his blouse and undoes a couple of buttons -- enough that his bra would be out of the shirt, but the shirt's still closed enough to hide his cincher. It's a hot pink bra with black trim, and it's low cut enough that the trim is showing off the top of the areolas of his breast plate.
That giggle made it clear that Mikoto was completely enjoying the fruits of his labour, and Keiji couldn't blame him. It had been a masterful move, after all. Once the pleasure calmed again, he was able to open his eyes again, and was immediately met with the view of that newly opened blouse and the hot pink bra that had been revealed. For a second, his eyes were locked on the sight, and his mouth hung open in surprise. Still... this was an invitation, right? With that thought, his eyes went from the revealed breastplate to his lover's face.
The blond is enjoying playing with Keiji, which he hopes doesn't make him a terrible person, but he's doing things he knows Keiji will like and hopefully he will be forgiven. Meanwhile, he feels incredibly sexy, and pretty proud of the moves he'd just pulled. Keiji is practically drooling at the way Mikoto has revealed himself. Really, he's just feeling proud and sexy as hell as he meets Keiji's eyes with a grin on his face.
Oh yeah, that was an invitation if he'd ever seen one. He returned that grin with one of his own, then let his fondling hand move to slide into that opened blouse and feel directly over that bra, enjoying the subtle weight of the fake breast in his hand, as well as the way the nipple felt under the sexy fabric. Even though Mikoto obviously couldn't feel it, the singer hoped that his lover would know just how much *he* was enjoying this.
The only thing that's a surprise to Mikoto is how much *he's* enjoying this too. Apparently he gets off on Keiji drooling over him, regardless of how he actually looks in the moment. He's sitting back more than he had been when they were kissing, specifically so Keiji can see and touch. He brings his hands to his lover's shoulders though, wanting some touch.
A warm smile settled on the model's lips as Mikoto's hands came to his shoulders. It was definitely a welcome touch as he continued to touch and fondle the breast in his hand. He used his other hand, though, to subtly rub up and down his lover's back. Keiji knew very well that Mikoto was getting no physical feeling from one hand, so he wanted to make sure that the other man was getting some kind of stimulus from him in another area. He had a passing desire to remove Mikoto's bra, but logically he knew that doing so would break the illusion, and he had a feeling that would make any future time doing anything like this *way* less sexy than it was now.
Mikoto would definitely advise against removing his bra or his blouse- really he's about as naked as he can be without ruining the effect. For someone who very much claims to be impatient, he sure seems content to sit here and let Keiji get his fill of the experience. When the impatience does start to creep up, he suggests, "You know... I'm not wearing anything under my skirt~"
By the time Mikoto spoke up, Keiji was actually pretty interested in moving on as well. He had already been pretty hard before, after all, and all of this had not changed that. And that suggestion? If anything, that just accelerated the situation. "Mmm~ Is that so?" He asked with a grin, bringing his hand down out of that opened blouse to travel down his lover's side, then down further to run his hand along Mikoto's thigh, and up under that skirt.
"Mhmm~" Mikoto says, intentionally sounding cute about it. The reality is, of course, that all undergarments had come off when he was untucking and there hadn't been much point in putting anything else on since he was clearly about to get fucked. His boyfriend's hand on his thigh, hopefully moving towards his ass, does a lot more for him than anything they've been up to so far, so he leans in (incidentally pressing his breasts up against his lover's chest again).
"So sexy~" Keiji complimented, his hand absolutely making its way steadily, and not at all slowly, up that thigh and toward the blond's ass. When Mikoto leaned into him like that, the singer assumed that his boyfriend was steady enough not to need his other hand for balance for a moment, so he used it to reach blindly for the drawer in the side table to retrieve lube and a condom.
Mikoto is quite happy with where this is going, shifting so his mouth is quite close to Keiji's ear before all-but purring into it, "Mmm, Kei-kun~" Riding will help keep the illusion intact for Keiji, and just sounds fun anyways.
Those words, in that tone, so close to his ear made Keiji shiver pleasantly, and he mentally prodded himself into being more vocal again. "Nnn~ Miko-kun~" He mirrored, just as his hand gave one cheek of his lover's ass a good squeeze. Thankfully, this was far from the first time they'd had sex in this position, and not even the first time mostly clothed, so getting them both prepped and in a good position together was not a difficult thing to do. And while he still made very sure that the blond was ready to receive him, the singer was getting much quicker at getting things to that point, and more confident in what it should feel like when things were ready. It was only as he was thinking about getting *himself* ready, that he realized the real difference this time would be the breastplate. The fake breasts were large enough that they would probably make a difference in their positioning for sex. Hopefully not a bad one, but they definitely wouldn't be flush against each other like normal.
Keiji saying his name like that, paired with that hand groping him definitely makes Mikoto moan - and he moans a few more times while being prepped. During that process he's still pressed in against Keiji, but he's also aware that when they're actually fucking it won't work. That's ok though -- if this works out the way he thinks it will he's sure his boyfriend will enjoy it anyways. It's going to be a bit of a show~ He leans back some, working with his lover to get everything situated properly, before *finally* starting to take the other man's cock inside of him.
It took a little bit of work to get everything lined up, but once they got it right? Damn, it was amazing enough that Keiji had to actually close his eyes for a moment and calm down to not come too quickly. The singer moved his hands to support Mikoto in the slightly unbalanced position, and when his cock was fully inside, he opened his eyes again. Damn. Damn, damn, damn. The blond, face flushed, leaning back like that so that his exposed tits were standing out just so, and Keiji's cock buried deep inside of him.... it was so many good sights and feelings at the same time. And when the other man began to move? The model didn't even have to remind himself to groan with the pleasure of it. It happened all on its own~
Mikoto doesn't need a lot of support, having a deceptive amount of core strength from all the yoga and dancing. He gets his hands firmly on Keiji's shoulders to help him move -- and grins because while he may not entirely get the appeal of breasts, it's pretty obvious that him riding Keiji is going to result in his breasts bouncing basically right in front of his boyfriend's face~
Keiji noticed that grin, but he couldn't begrudge it at all. Mikoto had every right to feel happy about accomplishing this moment, because the singer was very much enjoying the entire thing. Watching those breasts bounce that way, as Mikoto rode him, scratched a very particular sexual itch that he hadn't really realized was there. And shit, the combination had him so hard~ As the blond came back down, he did his best to meet that motion with a rolling up of his own hips, careful not to overbalance both of them, but really feeling the need to drive up into his boyfriend as well.
"Nnngh~" Mikoto groans. Riding is fun on its own, but Keiji thrusting up into him like that really takes it over the top into feeling AMAZING. And it's a maneuver that works so well because they have this sexual history together and know each others' rhythms.
Oh yes, that was a *good* reaction! And the fact that it felt amazing for Keiji too just made it that touch better. With the slight difference in angle than normal, the singer hadn't been sure his small thrust would still feel as good, but that groan told him he need not worry in the least. That being the case, he did his best to meet each subsequent downward movement with an upward one of his own. The feel of their rhythms matching, and the sight of his lover as the blond moved over him... God, it was all so good~
Properly in the rhythm now, Mikoto throws himself into it, wantonly moaning as he keeps bouncing up and down, not thinking about anything other than how amazing this feels, how sexy he feels, how much fun this is.
There was this fleeting thought, somewhere between the point where Keiji was consciously keeping himself from coming too quickly, and the moment where he followed his boyfriend into wild abandon, that came to him, making him think that this was absolutely a scene out of a porno. Well, maybe a less clothed version would be. But that thought passed rather quickly, as the pleasure mounted higher.
The whole situation is so scorchingly hot, and Mikoto had been pent up thinking about it the whole time he'd been at work, so really, when things feel that good - they don't exactly last long. And once they've reached their pleasure, he finds himself leaning against Keiji, too flooded with pleasure to notice how annoying it is that the breast plate is stopping him from really leaning in the way he wants to.
As Mikoto came to rest against him, their passions spent for the moment, Keiji just shifted his arms to properly hold the other man against him. The press of those breasts against him felt kind of odd now, but not enough for him to really care at the moment. The whole thing had been so incredibly hot, but he was glad to have this moment after, as they both came back down and caught their breaths, to just hold each other.
The blond gives a contented sigh as he starts to come back to awareness -- but unfortunately it brings back how he's dressed. "Mou, I don't wanna move, but... I don't really wanna be dressed like this anymore." he says, kind of leaving it in Keiji's court.
Keiji smiled some at that sigh, but he could totally understand Mikoto's comment afterward. "I understand not wanting to move, but... plus side of moving and getting you out of everything you have on is that we can go have a nice shower before cuddling some more." He suggested, thinking that might be a good compromise for the situation.
"Hmm, that's true," Mikoto agrees. And he knows that while it's not terribly late for him it probably is late for his lover, and he wants to be somewhat sympathetic towards that. He builds up his willpower and heaves himself up off of Keiji and heads to the bedroom, wanting a little privacy to undress. Just... it's kinda weird to go from full girl mode to boy mode in front of Keiji, somehow. When he comes out, even for the trip to the bathroom, he's put on one of Keiji's button up shirts that he'd found in his bedroom. He still has some lines on his skin from where the cincher had been pressing, although it doesn't hurt or anything, and they'll fade soon enough. "Ok, let's shower."
When Mikoto moved to the bedroom to get undressed, Keiji wasn't surprised. So far, the blond hadn't felt comfortable revealing the undressing process to him, and he was fine with that. So, while Mikoto did that, Keiji took care of the condom, put the lube away, and got himself tucked away enough for the journey to the bathroom. When his lover returned, the singer smiled. "Sounds good." He agreed, then got up to join the other man.
They head into the bathroom together and Mikoto belatedly realizes that he's ended up in the classic boyfriend tshirt look, which amuses him, cheering him up some from the weird feelings he's given himself. He doesn't know how he should feel about the fact that he decided to fuck Keiji while dressed as a woman. But he just focuses on getting the hot water going rather than trying to figure things out.
It was only about halfway to the bathroom that Keiji realized Mikoto was in his shirt, and the realization made him smile. Once they were in the bathroom, he got his arms around Mikoto's waist and hugged him. "You look so cute in my shirt, by the way." He said, giving the blond another little hug while they waited for the water to warm up.
Mikoto leans back in Keiji's arms, enjoying the press of their bodies combating the slow chill of the apartment while they wait for the water to warm up. "Mm, I needed something to throw on real quick, and this is what I found."
That explanation made the model chuckle. "Oh? It was that much easier to find one of my shirts than yours?" He asked with amusement. Not that he minded, obviously. It was just funny to him.
"One of my shirts wouldn't be super covering," Mikoto replies, as the benefit of Keiji's shirt is that the younger man is a bit bigger, and much taller than him, meaning even just a shirt will cover the bassist's butt. Compare with Miko's shirts which are often pretty small even on the petite blond.
"Hmm... fair." Keiji conceded. Not that he would have complained about Mikoto's butt not being covered, but at that point, the blond probably could have just been naked. So, it made sense that this would be the fastest covering Mikoto could find.
It's certainly not a common experience, for Mikoto to *not* want to be naked, so he doesn't have a lot of stuff for covering up. The next best thing after this boyfriend shirt situation would probably be to grab a dress. Still, the water is finally ready so that shirt comes off as the blond gets into the shower.
While Mikoto manned the water situation, Keiji got himself undressed, and was ready to jump in when the water was ready. So, he followed Mikoto in almost right away. "Mmm~ Perfect temperature." He complimented, already reaching for the soap so they could get cleaned up.
"Almost like I use this shower often," Mikoto jokes, since of course he was going to get the water right fairly quickly. He's jealous of his parents' house where the hot water is a button you turn on and you get the exact temperature to the degree that you chose, but oh well. He's literally living here rent free, he has no right to complain. Mikoto, being a spoiled little princess, does nothing to work on getting cleaned up, waiting for Keiji to do it.
"Hmm.... guess that could be a factor." Keiji agreed, a soft laugh to his voice. When Mikoto didn't make any move to clean himself, it wasn't at all a surprise. In fact, the singer had absolutely wanted to be the one to do the cleaning for the other man. That said, he started in right away, enjoying getting his hands all over his lover once again.
Mikoto smiles, pleased to have his expectations met as Keiji starts rubbing soap all over him. He leans into each touch, really soaking in the simple intimacy of it all.
The ease and familiarity of doing this made it feel even more intimate and enjoyable for the singer. He took his time, not missing a single bit of Mikoto's skin. Eventually, though, Keiji had to step back a bit. "Ready for rinsing." He announced with a smile for the blond.
"Thank you," Mikoto replies genuinely, since he does appreciate it. He rinses himself off, well aware of how good he surely looks with the water washing over him. He then grabs the shampoo and passes that over to Keiji, "Do my hair next~?"
Keiji absolutely enjoyed the view as Mikoto got rinsed off. The water streaming over that gorgeous form, head tipped back to wet his hair... beautiful. He did accept the shampoo as it was handed to him, though. "Of course~" He responded, already getting some of the shampoo into his hands so that he could start massaging it slowly into that lovely blond hair as soon as his lover moved out from under the water again.
Mikoto steps out of the water, turning his back to Keiji and closing his eyes to keep himself self from any stray shampoo. Otherwise, well, this is perfect, especially with their height difference~ As someone who probably likes the part where the hair stylist washes his hair the best of any appointment, he gets absolutely spoiled being able to ask Keiji to do it anytime they're showering together.
The height difference was absolutely perfect for this, in Keiji's opinion. Sure, it made things a little difficult when Mikoto wanted to return the favour, but that was okay. It felt so good, though, working his fingers through that lovely hair and massaging the other man's scalp. He worked the shampoo into a huge lather, suds so dense he could barely see the darker colour of the blond underneath.
Mikoto feels like they've found a pretty good solution to the problem of him doing Keiji's hair - have the model sit on the tub rim for the crown of the head, and for the length of it the blond's short stature actually helps with the tips. He enjoys the process of Keiji sudsing him up, rinsing off, and then repeating it again with the conditioner.
Keiji enjoyed every second of working on Mikoto's hair, even helping to rinse the other man's hair of shampoo, then again once the conditioner had been worked all the way from root to tip. Once the last of the conditioner was out, he smiled. "I think your hair is about as clean as it could ever be."
"Mm, thank you," Mikoto says again, although really Keiji is this thorough every time, so while it may be as clean as it could ever be, it seems it's often going to be this clean. Then he offers, "Sit down, so I can take care of you?"
"Alright." Keiji agreed easily, then sat down on the edge of the tub so that Mikoto could work on his hair. He smiled up at Mikoto while the blond got the shampoo ready, then closed his eyes to protect them once the other man started to work on his hair.
Mikoto, as often seems to happen, ends up humming to himself as he works on lathering his boyfriend's long hair. Once he's done the crown, and the hair he can easily reach in this position, he gets his hand on Keiji's and helps the model to stand up so he can work on the rest of the locks.
Thankfully, they'd done this several times now, so he was able to follow Mikoto's coaxing easily, and with full confidence, when the other man took his hands. It felt almost as good having his hair done by the blond as it had doing his lover's hair himself.
They follow the routine, getting the hair done, and then conditioned as well. That done he washes up Keiji's body as well, then just settles in up against him for a hug, "There~ We're all squeaky clean now~"
Keiji happily accepted that hug, then grinned at that wording. Then, just because he could, he bent his knees a little to he could rub their chests together, actually eliciting a squeak from their very clean, damp skin. "Yup. Definitely squeaky." He agreed, standing back up properly again and going back to hugging his boyfriend normally.
Mikoto giggles, greatly enjoying seeing Keiji be so silly. A few months ago it'd've been impossible to imagine Keiji being comfortably and silly, nude with a man like this, so it's just joyful. He gazes up at Keiji, and can't help himself, "Kei-kun~ I like you." And the look in his eyes, and tone in his voice, certainly suggest that that's an understatement.
That giggle made his silly action completely worth it to the singer. However, his big grin softened a touch at that lovely gaze and even more lovely words. "I like you too, Miko-kun." He responded easily, and absolutely more meaningfully than the words themselves would imply.
Satisfied with that, Mikoto rests his head on Keiji's chest, and runs a hand daintily up and down the younger man's back, enjoying the moment. He jokes, "Hmm~ Let's just stay in this shower forever."
Keiji smiled at that touch, then mirrored it with his own hand. The joke made him chuckle, though. "Sure. You'll have to be my sugar daddy, though. Since I won't be able to go to work if I stay in the shower forever." Since there was not a syllable that was serious, he didn't worry about who would be paying for Kaiya in this scenario.
"Oh no," Mikoto admits, "My rent is free... but if I don't work eventually I won't have the money to pay for the hot water.... so I guess at some point we'll have to get out." And yes, if those were the only things to worry about, it would likely take a long time for them to run out, but still.
That just made Keiji laugh again. "Oh well, guess we can't stay in the shower forever. Just a while." He responded.
"Alas," Mikoto agrees, with something of a sigh. He gets quiet after that, just comfortable. Just enjoying the warmth of the shower, and their bodies pressed together, and the embrace they're sharing.
Keiji also lapsed into that easy silence, his hand moving slowly up and down Mikoto's back as they just enjoyed the moment. After a good while, though, he gave a deep sigh. "...Okay, I think my skin has had enough of warm water." He announced, though he was willing to be swayed slightly if Mikoto hadn't had his fill yet.
"Blasphemy," Mikoto replies, although he doesn't actually disagree at all. He finds his way out of Keiji's arms, and steps out of the tub onto the bathmat before turning off the water
That reply almost made Keiji respond with a 'we can stay a little longer', but Mikoto almost immediately worked on getting out, so the singer was pretty sure that that 'blasphemy' response had been mostly a joke. That said, Keiji got out and grabbed a towel to start drying off.
"It's cold out here -- you're crazy," Mikoto adds, as he also gets a towel to dry off. Disregarding that it would've been cold outside the shower no matter when they decided to get out.
That accusation just made Keiji laugh. "Sorry! Unfortunately, it would be cold no matter when we got out." He pointed out, probably too logically, as he vigorously dried himself off, then worked on getting the worst of the wet out of his hair after that.
Mikoto accepts not logic, as it is boring. He works on getting dry as well, and in an accusatory tone, says, "Well, you'd better take responsibility and help warm me back up."
"Absolutely." Keiji agreed, without hesitation. "I wouldn't dream of shirking my responsibilities like that." He replied with good humour. Of course, he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to 'warm up' the blond, ever, so that was something too.
The blond smiles, pleased at that response. He suggests, "Should we go ahead and do our faces now too?" It's not super late for him, but the fact that it's after his work AT ALL suggests that it's getting late for Keiji.
"Probably not a bad idea." Keiji responded. "Faces first? Or blow dry hair first?" He asked, though face washing first probably made more sense, now that he had said that. Oh well. It *was* late for him. He could be forgiven for not entirely thinking through the possibility of hair getting re-wet by face washing.
Mikoto doesn't think the amount of wet one's hair would get from face washing is a big concern, so he suggests, "Maybe we take turns?" Since they can't both use the hair dryer at the same time.
"Hmm... I guess that makes sense. Also, difficult to wash our faces at the same time." Keiji agreed. "So.... which would you rather do first?" He asked, happy to take whichever activity Mikoto didn't want.
"I'll dry first," Mikoto replies, selfishly, as his damp hair is definitely making him feel more chill, and the hair straightener will blow lovely hot air at him. So saying, he reaches for the device, unwinds the cord and plugs it in.
"Okay, sounds good." Keiji agreed, honestly very happy with this arrangement, since it meant he wouldn't have to worry about re-dampening his hair after drying. That said, he got down to business working on his facial routine for the night.
Mikoto gets his flat brush out even though there's very little point - his hair is already naturally straight, and sleeping on it is going to destroy it no matter what, but nevertheless he brushes it while blow drying it, resulting in silky smooth flat blond tresses.
Given how long each of their activities took, it was only marginally surprising that Keiji finished up with his face only slightly before Mikoto had finished with his hair. Watching the last few passes of brush and dryer, the singer couldn't help but smile. "You look gorgeous." He complimented, really meaning it.
The blond beams brightly at Keiji for that genuine compliment, "Thank you -- just in time for me to mess it all up in bed, right?" he adds, with humour, before passing the hair dryer to Keiji. He shifts over to the sink and starts taking care of his own face then.
"Well, it'll stay beautiful and perfect for a while, at least." Keiji responded, taking the hair dryer, then starting to work on drying his own hair. He had never mentioned to Mikoto that his hair stayed pretty much perfect until sometime just before waking. He was sure that someone must have mentioned it to him before now, so the thought that the blond might not know never even crossed his mind.
"Hmm?" Mikoto isn't quite sure what Keiji means, but isn't super invested anyways. Finishing up his face, he goes ahead and brushes his teeth as well.
Keiji, meanwhile, was working on his hair and didn't really hear that 'hmm?', and even if he had, he interpreted it less as a question, and more just a sound of agreement. Once he was done with the hair dryer, he wound it up and put it away, then waited for Mikoto to finish with his teeth.
The blond rinses his mouth, stows his brush, then stretches his arms up. "Mm, there. All ready." He turns back to check on Keiji with a smile, "Shall we head to the bedroom then?"
"Mhm~ All ready." Keiji confirmed, then reached out to place his hands on Mikoto's hips and leaned down to give those smiling lips a peck. "Sounds like a great idea." He agreed, letting his lover go again.
Mikoto leans up onto his toes to make the kiss easier, with a natural ease. He then grabs Keiji's hand as he passes his younger boyfriend, and leads the way (quickly, oh god it's cold) from the bathroom to the bedroom.
"You're gunna stay, and be here when I get home, right?" Mikoto asks, definitely sounding hopeful that that's how it's going. Even if Keiji falls asleep (although his shift isn't that long tonight) he'd still be happy just to be able to cuddle up to him in bed again.
"That's the plan. Might go see if Setsuna-san and Kaiya are around at some point. Maybe watch some TV or play a game with them." Since Kaiya had been at the Devillic practice, he was nearly 100% sure that she would end up back over at the apartment with her boyfriend eventually, if they weren't already across the hall right now having their own dinner.
Miko smiles, happy to hear that that was very much the plan already. "Ok. Then... maybe I'll just get ready now? And then we'll have a little more time to sit together before I have to go." He suggests. He stands up and stretches, then brings his dishes to the sink.
"Okay, sounds good." Keiji agreed with another smile of his own. He also brought his dishes to the sink, intending to clean them up while his boyfriend got ready for work. First, though, he got out a container for the leftover fried rice. He had made a lot, honestly. A good idea when cooking for the bassist, in his experience, and leftovers were never unwelcome, so it worked out well.
Miko notices Keiji getting ready to do the dishes, but he goes over and steals a kiss first before excusing himself to his bedroom. He starts with makeup. He'd had a beer so he needs to wait until after he feels the call of nature before getting tucked and dressed, ideally.
Keiji smiled at receiving that familiar kiss, then blew a kiss at the other man as Miko headed to his bedroom. While the blond got ready, Keiji did up the dishes, got things put away, then did a quick clean of the kitchen itself with cloth and broom, just because. After all, there was nothing he could do to help with what Mikoto was doing right now. Most likely he would be a distraction more than anything else.
Mikoto finishes his beat, gets tucked, and gets some other undergarments on; padding to give him more shape. Then he gets dressed, and finally does his hair, such that the straight locks fall into gentle, lovely curls at the tips. Grabbing heels and an appropriate purse, he emerges from the more private part of the house, and in his more femme register, announces, "Done~"
Keiji was just putting the broom away when Mikoto announced that he was done transforming. The singer turned to take in his boyfriend's feminine form and grinned. "You look fantastic~ As always~" He added, since it was true: Mikoto always looked amazing. He moved closer to the other man and asked, "Am I allowed to kiss and touch? Or will I mess you up if I do?"
"Hmm, touching is fine. Kissing is less than ideal," Mikoto replies, tone apologetic. He would love to kiss Keiji, but there was a lot going on with his makeup -- even though the overall effect doesn't look like a super heavy beat. He reaches out his arms, clearly happy to have some kind of embrace though.
"Okay." Keiji agreed easily, happily taking the other man in his arms, his own going around Mikoto's artificially accentuated waist. He'd asked about the touching and kissing for a reason, after all: he knew that there was a lot going on to cause this look, so there was a high chance that touching any part of it would be unhelpful. "Did I say you look lovely, yet? Your efforts were not wasted." He complimented, knowing that Mikoto had applied a lot of skill for this look.
Mikoto is pleased, getting his arms around Keiji again -- and pressing his breastplate up against his boyfriend since he's sure the bisexual lad would enjoy that~ "Mmm, thank you. You can mess up my efforts later, when I get home, if you're still awake~"
Keiji really did enjoy the feel of those weirdly realistic boobs pressing up against him. "I'm still surprised at how realistic those feel, by the way." He commented, not really expecting any kind of reply, since this was far from the first time he'd made that observation. That offer to 'mess up' the bassist later, though, made the model grin. "I'll have to make sure I'm awake, then~"
"They're so heavy; I don't know how girls manage," Mikoto replies with a giggle. His other comment to Keiji had had very much the response he'd been hoping for -- and offers sweetly, "If you do fall asleep, should I wake you up~"
Even if Keiji wouldn't have needed to be woken up anyway, to avoid a possible repeat of the night before, but in an unfamiliar place, he still would have replied with, "Oh~ Yes please~" After all, in the choice between being woken up to kiss, touch, and maybe more, with his boyfriend, or sleeping through any of those possibilities, obviously he preferred the former~
"Yay~," Mikoto replies, and has to resist the urge to kiss Keiji as he really needs to not fuck up his make up right now. "Hmm, let's curl up on the couch until I have to go?"
That enthusiastic reaction was all Keiji could have asked for, and when Mikoto made that suggestion, he nodded. "Sounds good. Just have to remember not to kiss you." He said, mostly as a note to himself. That said, he let the other man go long enough that they could settle on the couch together.
Mikoto laughs, and admits, "I just resisted kissing you right now." He follows Keiji to the sofa, and settles in beside him, shoulder to shoulder. It's cuddly but not a super kissy position, which apparently they need if they're gunna keep their lips offa each other.
That admission made Keiji chuckle as well. "Good thing we're both exerting maximum willpower then." He said, only partially teasing. After all, their track record on resisting getting hands or lips on each other when they knew they probably shouldn't wasn't all that great. "Think anything better will be on now? Or should we just listen to music instead of trying to find something to watch?" He asked, since having something to pay attention to, and maybe talk about, might help them continue to not mess up Mikoto's makeup.
"Hmm, maybe just music," Mikoto agrees. If the TV felt like being GOOD it would be better since it would be more distracting, but it hadn't been great earlier. And he doesn't want to put ON something good like drag race because he will need to leave at some point. Mikoto goes and puts on some grunge-esque music by a new Korean artist - the lyrics are like 90% in English so Keiji can enjoy them too.
Keiji smiled, then welcomed Mikoto back once the music was on. "Who's this? I don't think I've heard them before?" He asked. Not that this was necessarily so. After all, he wasn't *that* good at identifying the artists that Mikoto liked to listen to.
"Loren. He's a pretty new artist. Makes this English music inspired neo grunge. It's so good." Mikoto explains briefly.
"Ah~ Nice!" Keiji responded, then settled in to listen to the music with the other man. He got his arm around Mikoto's shoulders, careful not to muss the other man's hair or outfit.
"He's also pretty cute and on his first EP he played all the instruments." Mikoto adds... taking more in part an effort to resist the urge to rest his head on Keiji's shoulder so as not to muss his hair
"Oh? That's really impressive!" Keiji replied with unfeigned interest. "Even after being in Shotgun all these months, I'm still not confident I could tell the difference between a guitar and a bass, nevermind play any of the instruments."
"Oh honey," Mikoto says since the bass or guitar thing seems so basic. Anyways. "I saw an interview - his band mates are basically his friends that he taught to play. Wild."
That reaction just made Keiji laugh lightly. "I mean, if it pains you to hear that, you can attempt to teach me." He offered. After all, he obviously had no drive to learn the difference on his own. The information about the artist they were listening to was increasingly interesting, though. "Oh wow! That's kind of crazy! I wonder if training friends to be your band is better, or just cobbling together talented people and hoping you'll all get along?" He pondered.
"Well; the bass is bigger and has two fewer strings, so I feel like that should make it pretty obvious," Mikoto replies, those being the simplest distinguishing features. "Hopefully if they're already supportive friends, then they should be able to stick together? But we were put together through auditions and we're doing well so who knows."
"It is?" Keiji asked, clearly not having noted the difference in sizes. Maybe that was partly because one of their guitarists was so small and the other was so tall. Of course, that didn't explain him not noticing when all of the instruments weren't being played. He did nod along with Mikoto's thoughts on the band compositions, though. "Yeah. Obviously both ways can work, but I think they could both fail too. I guess it just depends on the actual people involved." He replied with a shrug.
"Definitely. I mean, if there was a method of starting a band guaranteed to work everyone would just do that -- so of course it's the people. But yeah, interesting to think about," Mikoto agrees. "But seriously, 6 strings versus 4 strings? You never noticed??"
"Very true." Keiji agreed. Of course, if friend groups were the guaranteed to work model, it would be hard for companies to apply that consistently. He did have to chuckle again at that insistence. "Really! I've never noticed!" He reiterated. "Four? Six? They're basically the same, right?"
"Four fingers? Six fingers? Basically the same!" Mikoto replies, that being the first example of something cylindrical with around the right number of objects but where you would DEFINITELY notice the difference.
"Yeah, pretty much." Keiji agreed, though he was totally teasing now. He knew that *fingers* would definitely be noticeable, even if he thought strings on a guitar/bass were not.
"At least I know the right side of a microphone when I see it..." Mikoto grumbles, implying that he has more knowledge/interest in Keiji's specialty than the singer in his.
"You also do karaoke and sing as part of your 'day' job." Keiji pointed out, as if this would be the reason for this. Not at all that a microphone was a microphone, for most intents and purposes, and there weren't two pieces of equipment that looked relatively similar, and were used in a fairly similar way, but were different beyond that. "But... if you want to teach me the difference, tangibly, I'll be happy to learn." He added, since he certainly had nothing against such education, and he *did* know that Mikoto took great pride in his musical and instrumental knowledge. And anything that the blond talked about with pride and interest was going to be wonderfully engaging for the model.
Well, there is something else somewhat microphone shaped that Mikoto's been known to get near and in his mouth, but he doesn't know what Keiji's thinking so he can't make a lewd joke. Instead he just waves his hand dismissively at Keiji's logic, even if in his mind he does admit that he can kind of understand the average person mistaking a bass for a guitar, it was more that Keiji was literally in a band and didn't know that surprised him. "Hmm? What, you wanna see my bass?"
Keiji smiled at that question. "Yeah! And then some other time you can show me how it properly compares with a guitar to see what makes it different." He suggested, because really, he did not give Rei's or Yui's guitars more than a cursory look most of the time, which did not help this situation at all.
"Hmm, ok," Mikoto replies. He extracts himself from the side embrace they have going on, and heads over to grab his bass. He just gets his practice one for now, since he's unsure about letting someone who LITERALLY doesn't know the difference between a guitar and a bass touching his much more expensive stage instrument. He gets it out of his case and brings it back over, setting on the sofa again and lying it down so it's across both their laps.
Honestly, Keiji was relieved that Mikoto *wasn't* getting his flashy stage instrument. While the singer couldn't tell the difference between a bass and a guitar, he *could* tell the difference between practice and stage instruments. But yes, he was glad not to have to worry about his highly unskilled fingers being anywhere near such a nice, and undoubtedly expensive, instrument. Once the bass was settled across both their laps, Keiji stared down at it intensely. He could certainly count the strings now, though with no comparative, that didn't mean all that much.
Mikoto brings his hands to the neck, "So this part is a bit slimmer than the guitar, since it has fewer strings, but this--" He brings his hands to the body, "Is wider, and the overall instrument is a bit longer, basically." He's not entirely sure how best to demonstrate without a guitar to compare with, but maybe being hands on will help in some way.
Keiji listened and watched with an intensity that he hadn't invoked since learning to be a model. "Ah~ That might explain it. The proportions are very different, but the longer, but wider body, and thinner neck might somehow combine to make it harder for me to recognize the difference at a glance? I mean, if they were the same length, the extra body width, and lesser neck width might be more noticeable without holding them?" He suggested, not exactly trying to excuse himself, but trying to reason out why he had never noticed. "How much thinner is a guitar body, by comparison?" He asked, curious.
"Hmm, it could," Mikoto replies, charitably. It seems obvious to him but how much of that is the years he's spent playing bass? So he has to admit he doesn't know what a layman would see. He gestures with his hands, "The body would be more like this.... and then neck about 2 or 3 cm wider... and then the headstock would be a bit bigger too; because it needs to have 6 tuning pegs instead of 4."
As Mikoto demonstrated and explained, Keiji paid attention and nodded along. "Okay, I get why the neck and the.... headstock?... would need to be wider for the number of strings, but then why is the body of the bass wider than the body of the guitar? And longer too?" He couldn't think of what the length would have to do with the strings, but you'd think more strings would contribute to more width in the entire instrument, rather than a narrower body. At least, *he* would think so.
Mikoto tilts his head, starting to realize that someone could be very musically inclined but not have much theory or knowledge about instruments. Trying to lead Keiji to the result instead of just saying it, he asks, "Have you ever used a xylophone? Do you remember which keys are the higher sound, and which keys make the lower sounds?"
Keiji frowned at the question, then thought way back to when he had played such an instrument. "....the low notes were the big ones, and the high notes were the small ones, weren't they?" He asked, pretty sure he was right, but not 100% certain.
Mikoto smiles, and nods, "Yup! And the bass is a lower instrument than the guitar, so the body is larger - make that deep sound. Now it doesn't matter so much with an electric, but with an acoustic? Absolutely. A violin is a much higher pitched instrument, and it's much smaller than a guitar or bass, ne?"
"Oh! Well, that makes sense." Keiji agreed with startled understanding. "Now that I think about it, all bigger instruments are lower sounding than smaller instruments. That's really interesting!" He had probably noticed this in passing at some point, but never really *thought* about it. "Well, that's really neat! Are there guitar and bass-like things that are even bigger than a bass, and therefore lower?" Curiosity had him now.
There's something really sweet about the dawning realization on Keiji's face at, y'know, how instruments work. The blond nods, "Yeah, the cello and the standing bass are both bigger and lower than my bass guitar." He's sure, now that he's reminded his boyfriend of them, he's at least somewhat familiar with the string instruments so large you need to sit to play them.
Keiji knew exactly what a cello was, though he was less familiar with the standing bass. Still, they weren't exactly what he'd had in mind, those reminding him more of huge violins than large guitars. And then, it really hit him. "Oh my god! So a violin is like a tiny guitar?" Yes, Mikoto had basically *said* that already, but he hadn't made the connection until now. He'd just thought that a violin was an *example*, not a direct comparison.
Mikoto is stunned speechless, briefly, and then another "Oh honey," escapes his mouth before he starts laughing. He fans himself with one hand and collects himself quickly, "I mean there *are* a lot of differences, obviously... the play style, and such, but... yes? The string instruments are all pretty similar at an extremely basic level. Well, maybe not the harp, but.... everything else we've been talking about has the sound created by the strings over the body..."
Keiji blushed a bit at that unintended, slightly condescending comment. He understood that he had just made the most obvious connection, but it really had been surprising for him. "I guess that makes sense, but I never really thought of it that way. I guess because you don't use a bow to play a guitar or bass guitar. But then, I guess by that definition, a koto would be like a guitar..." He admitted, and really, the koto was way more like a harp or a xylophone, at least that was how he thought of it.
"And a harp would be a guitar, because you pluck it. No, I think... I think you use a bow for a violin because it's so small, and it'd be pretty hard to do fingers the same way," Mikoto theorizes. He stands back up and puts his guitar away, then stretches (not currently 'in character' that much so not aware of how this kind of stretch emphasizes his chest. "Anyways, I should probably head to work...." Unfortunate, but true.
Keiji nodded in agreement at Mikoto's thoughts on the instruments, but had nothing really to add to that. He knew it was getting close to time for Mikoto to leave, so when the blond took his instrument away, he wasn't surprised by the announcement that came after. "Yeah, probably..." He trailed off, absolutely staring at the great arch that came with that stretch, and he definitely took note of what it did for Mikoto's chest. Yeah, the boobs were fake, but they looked fantastic, and he wasn't ashamed to notice.
Mikoto blinks, belatedly realizing what a lovely little scene he'd presented his boyfriend. He's not ashamed or embarrassed, just amused since he hadn't quite intended it. He smiles at Keiji, reminding him, "Well, I'll see you later~" And the words were certainly filled with promise for what he would like to do later.
"I'll look forward to it~" Keiji replied, returning that smile and getting up to see the other man to the door. He would love to get a kiss, but he wasn't sure how much damage that would do to Mikoto's makeup, so he figured he would let the other man decide on whether or not to engage in that this moment.
Mikoto had already resisted kissing Keiji like 5 times because of his makeup, so unfortunately he doesn't want to do that at the door either. But once he has his shoes on, he does give his boyfriend a hug - albeit one where he's careful not to press his face in at all. "Ok. Don't have too much fun without me." Mikoto teases with a wink, then heads out.
Later~ that evening~ Mikoto comes back home, opening the door and loudly calling out "Tadaima~" mostly to judge where Keiji is, and how awake his boyfriend may or may not be.
Keiji returned that hug happily, then laughed at the tease. "I'll try not to." He promised, then went back into the apartment for a bit. At some point, he did join his sister and her boyfriend for a game and a movie, but eventually he gave them their alone time and headed back to Mikoto's apartment. While he waited for the blond to return, he worked on his Korean 'homework', did some vocal 'homework', then started to do some reading. He'd left the music on, though he'd turned it down to a normal level for him, and was just reading a fanfic he'd discovered after going down a very long rabbit hole from the Devillic official site when Mikoto arrived home. "Ah~ Okaeri!" He said, sitting up suddenly, which made him a little dizzy after laying on the couch for so long. Also, he felt kind of guilty for what he'd been in the middle of reading. It had been getting.... rather steamy, actually.
"Aaaa, bliss," Mikoto says, at the incomparable joy of removing his heels after a shift at work. Barefoot on the wood flooring, he pads his way over to his boyfriend. He doesn't go for the lap since there's a phone in the way, so he sits down beside him, and finally~ gets to kiss him without having to worry about messing up his makeup.
As Mikoto approached, Keiji was mesmerized, and didn't even think to move his phone out of the way until long after his boyfriend had sat down next to him and was leaning in for that kiss. He pressed his lips solidly against the blond's, definitely having felt the strain of resisting kissing the other man before he left, and the hours since had not erased that feeling entirely. "Mmmmm~ I needed that~" He said, pretty sure the feeling was mutual. "How was work?"
"Me too," Mikoto replies, uncharacteristically honest and direct about that. He doesn't care too much about work at the moment, sliding past that, "Oh, you know, same old same old." And then he kisses Keiji again. See, he'd felt more cuddly than sexual earlier in the day, but at work he'd been thinking about the missed opportunity, and filth was definitely on his mind.
Okay, Miko was definitely not wanting to just sit, and talk, and cuddle now~ And Keiji was happy enough to ride that desire right along with the blond. He set his phone, blindly, on the table as he met that kiss, then wrapped his arms securely around the other man, not even pretending that he had any desire to change the trajectory they were on now.
Keiji's so accustomed to Mikoto, and Mikoto to him, that he can tell his lover knows what he wants, and is on board too. He does slip over now, to claim his rightful place on Keiji's lap, and when the heated kiss ends, suggests with a giggle, "Ne, Kei-kun... wanna mess up my makeup now?"
Which... they're already kissing so that's already been at risk, but he's just saying it to be suggestive~
Keiji chuckled at that cheeky question, "I think I might have started doing that already. Sorry for not waiting for permission~" He teased with a grin. It was only due to the high quality and non-transferability of Mikoto's lipstick that his lips weren't already smeared with the colour. Actually, looking at the other man's face, the makeup seemed fairly intact. He was going to have to actually *work* to make any noticeable 'mess'.
Mikoto couldn't actually care less if his makeup gets messed up or not, the point was mostly just that he doesn't have to worry about it anymore. But he plays along, "Ehh, is it messed up already?" with a coquettish tilt of his head. He shifts slightly in Keiji's lap, getting more comfortable, and brings a hand to his lover's chest before leaning in for more delicious kisses.
Keiji's grin stayed on his lips at that response. "Honestly? No, it's not." He admitted, "But that just means I'll have to work harder at it." He added, already leaning in to meet that next, wonderful kiss. His arms shifted to hold Mikoto closer as he really did *try* to ruin the lipstick on his lover's lips with kisses and light scrapes of his teeth over Mikoto's lower lip when they briefly parted for air. He couldn't see if any of it was working, but it sure was enjoyable to try~
The blond certainly enjoys Keiji's efforts greatly, letting his hand roam down Keiji's chest as their mouths continue to tangle. He shifts positions again slightly, and well, given what Keiji had been reading before Miko had gotten there, and now the blond on his lap, well, Keiji is definitely already *enjoying* things. Mikoto's a little surprised to feel that happening already but he's certainly not complaining~
The combination of the steamy reading he'd been doing with having his lover in his lap like this, kissing and touching? Yeah, it was getting him ready for more in record time. At that little shift, it caused their bodies to rub in just the right way to bring a soft sound, almost a moan, from the vocalist, followed by a more vocalized "mmmm~" that was a rather conscious effort. He knew that he liked hearing Mikoto's sounds of pleasure, and he knew any time *he* made actual sounds it made the blond happy too, so he was trying to remember to not be silent. It was a very hard habit to break, but he was at least catching some of the times when he held back sounds and making an effort to vocalize afterward.
"Mmm," Mikoto replies, less a 'natural' sound of pleasure, and more of a purr of joy at the situation he's found himself in. Hot boyfriend ready to go? Lovely~ And Keiji actually letting his pleasure be known? Definitely something the blond doesn't take for granted. But their bodies rubbing together like that, reminds him. Sheepishly, he is forced to admit, "Actually... if things are going to be like *this* already, I think I need to go untuck first...."
Keiji was very much enjoying what they were doing, so he was a little surprised when Mikoto drew back that little bit. Until he spoke, anyway. "Oh. OH!" Keiji replied, eyes going wide with sudden understanding. "Umm... yeah. I guess that would probably be a good idea?" He admitted, not wanting to make the other man uncomfortable, but also kinda sad they had to pause for the moment. Of course, they would have had to at some point, so now was probably the best time, over all.
"Sorry," Mikoto genuinely apologizes, slipping off of Keiji's lap, then pointing out with a wink, "Better now than later though." And despite being shoeless, he nevertheless manages to strut his way over to the bedroom to deal with his situation.
Keiji smiled and blew a kiss at the other man as Mikoto walked away. "Absolutely. Earlier is definitely better." He agreed. Not that he would die, or explode, if they'd had to pause later, but he was sure it would have ended up even more uncomfortable or the blond than him at that point, and no one wanted that.
Honestly Mikoto should have done it *first* but.... this is a bit of a different situation than usual and he just hadn't really thought of it until Keiji's body had given him a reminder poke. Mikoto is such a damn vain princess though, that he untucks, then checks on his hair, then decides if he's wearing all this, he doesn't want to be barefoot and finds a cute pair of ankle boots to wear before finally returning to the living room.
Somehow the idea of de-dragging just hadn't really crossed his mind.
At first, Keiji waited patiently, thinking Mikoto was just going and untucking, then coming right back. But... as the time extended a bit, he found himself drawn back into what he'd been reading, and pulled his phone out to continue reading the rather steamy scene. Nothing wrong with that, right? He was, after all, assuming they were going to be having sex rather imminently, so this was just helping him not cool off too much in the interim, right? When Mikoto returned to the room, still very much in drag, Keiji was just nearing the ~climax~ in the story. However, he tossed his phone aside immediately at the prospect of a real, hot, man in a dress and boots coming toward him. "How do you look even hotter now than you did ten minutes ago?" He asked, meaning it.
"See, I'm going to make you a convert to shoes eventually," Mikoto points, but the most meaningful change was definitely that he now had some heeled boots on~ He doesn't realize, but certainly wouldn't mind that Keiji had resumed reading his story, because Keiji immediately gave him attention upon his return, and that's what the bassist really needs. He takes his time with the walk back over to the couch, entirely because he's living his model moment and having fun with those eyes on him.
"Shoes in the house? Or shoes during sex?" Keiji asked, eyes not wavering from the sight of the other man coming toward him. Whatever the answer, though, he was a willing convert, at least in the case of *Mikoto* in said shoes. He wet his suddenly dry lips, and waited patiently as the blond came toward him. He wanted to just reach out and snag the other man, but first of all he was still too far away, and secondly, he wasn't sure Mikoto would be happy with his strut being interrupted.
"Hmm~ Shoes and how much they help with hotness," Mikoto replies, as that had been his intent. Mikoto arrives in time, settles back on Keiji's lap, and does so with a perfect hair toss as well, "Now~ Where were we~"
"Oh. I know that shoes can add a hotness factor." Keiji agreed with a grin as Mikoto got even closer. And when the blond settled back in his lap? Well, it was probably very clear that none of his passion had subsided while those shoes had been found~. "Hmmm~ I believe we were right... here." The singer said before closing the gap between their lips and doing his best to remove the remaining lipstick from his lover's lips.
Mikoto loops his arms around Keiji's shoulders as their lips crash together again. He's not quite as far along as the younger man, but sitting there, being able to rub against that erection is quite erotic. Since his arms aren't in the way this time, he presses his chest - and thus the breast plate on it -- up against Keiji's chest.
Keiji was always surprised at how real those fake breasts felt, but pleasantly so. Honestly, boobs were probably the thing he missed post about being with a woman, so this really scratched an itch that he couldn't really vocalize without feeling weird about it. Thankfully, enjoying it didn't make him feel guilty. He knew he would forgo tits for Mikoto, but being able to have Mikoto *and* boobs, fake or not, was absolutely wonderful. But.... would it be weird if he touched them? Of course, it wouldn't do anything for Mikoto, he knew that, but.... When their next intense kiss ended and there was a little space for breathing, he asked, "Would it be weird..." Then stopped, finding it too strange a question to ask. "Nevermind." He ended, then leaned in for another deep kiss instead.
Mikoto does find it something of a shame that in his outfit he can't really feel Keiji's chest, but he enjoys feeling attractive to Keiji, and doing things his lover will enjoy. And with the way they're devouring each other, he doesn't really have much mental space to think about why and how he'd even come to this position. Keiji hadn't asked him to, *he'd* done this. But he felt sexy, and not just because he's all-but (and all butt) sitting on his lover's erection. It's only when Keiji starts to ask something but aborts it that the blond's mind spins up to speed, despite the temptation to only pay attention to the kiss. Next time they need breath, he pulls back, as barely as he could while still making it obvious he wasn't looking to dive into another kiss, "What?"
When Mikoto pulled back like that, Keiji knew he couldn't just distract from the question with another kiss. For a second, he hesitated. He knew that Mikoto knew he found the other man attractive, fake tits or no fake tits, but he worried that asking what he wanted to ask might come across negatively somehow. Still, not admitting what he wanted to ask wasn't going to be helpful at this point either. So, very sheepishly, he admitted, "....I was going to ask if.... I could touch your fake boobs...." Saying it out loud, it seemed like an even sillier question. He should have just kept his mouth shut in the first place.
"I'd be pretty ridiculous if I was keeping these on -- and pressing them up against you -- and then didn't wanna let you touch them?" Mikoto suggests, but he uses a gentle tone, not something teasing or flirty as one might expect from him. He's honestly touched by Keiji being concerned enough about consent to ask permission to touch something that, let's be real, is not even actually a part of Mikoto's body.
For Keiji, the asking really had less to do with wanting Mikoto's permission to touch one of the blond's possessions/fake body parts, and more about wanting to be sure that Mikoto knew that this desire didn't reflect in any way on the bassist not being enough, somehow, without them. It still made the singer uneasy, worrying that his enjoyment of Miko channeling a more feminine side might hurt his lover's self esteem, somehow. Since the blond's response had been so logical, though, Keiji just responded with a small smile and a simple, "Okay." If Mikoto didn't see an issue, he wasn't going to make an issue out of it either. Instead... "So~ Can I kiss you again~?" He asked, already shifting one arm higher up his boyfriend's back, while the other traveled slowly along the other man's side, the eventual destination being the fake boob on that side.
Truth be told, Mikoto doesn't quite get why he's chosen to remain dressed like this this evening -- but he's seen Keiji be enraptured by his masculine form many times by now, and feels no concern that Keiji isn't satisfied with that, so that problem had truly not crossed his mind. The blond nods, leaning in to match that kiss. The hand moving up his side feels good, maybe a little bit of a shame it'll be moving to something he can't feel in a moment, but he's not bothered at all.
Knowing that his intended destination wasn't going to do anything at all for his lover, Keiji had definitely wanted the journey to be enjoyable, at least. And, while that hand moved up to fondle the amazingly realistic breast through Mikoto's clothing, his lips were working very enjoyably against the blond's.
Miko only knows Keiji's hand is on his breast because he can't feel the hand on his side anymore, but his focus is definitely on Keiji's lips instead, slipping his tongue into his lover's mouth to heat things up.
Keiji welcomed the deepening of that kiss with delight, and just like before, when he would have been silent in his enjoyment, he made a real effort to be vocal, letting out a soft moan into his lover's mouth. At the same time, he gave the breast in his hand a soft squeeze, loving how real it actually felt. He kind of wanted to feel if the nipple felt real too, but.... that seemed like a much weirder thing to ask about. And right now, he was very happy with everything just the way it was.
It feels amazing to hear Keiji moan like that~ He already has his arms around the other man's shoulder, but he lets one hand play sweetly with the hairs at the small of the model's neck. There's definitely something of a difference in their levels of excitement, but Mikoto's happy enough that Keiji's enjoying himself.
The touch of those fingers against the small hairs on the back of his neck made Keiji shiver with a wonderful ticklish feeling. "Nnn~" He hummed happily into the kiss. Truly, he was well on his way to being ready to go, but he was enjoying this moment very, very much indeed.
Mikoto loves the reactions he's getting out of his younger boyfriend. Really, how far they've both come since the beginning. He pulls back slightly and smiles at his lover, making sure he can see Keiji's face before rocking side to side on the man's lap.
Keiji had no idea why Mikoto was leaning back like that, so he opened his eyes to check that it was nothing negative... just in time for that devious rocking motion. Mikoto absolutely knew what he was doing, and the blond would have gotten the frontest of front row seats to the way that the model's eyes closed again, and his face twisted into an expression of pure pleasure. He was enjoying that move so much that he had no brain power to even try to vocalize for Mikoto's pleasure. The hand against the other man's back clutched lightly at his lover's shirt, but he was still gentle on that fake breast, a reflex from dealing with real ones in slightly similar situations.
Mikoto, devious fiend that he is, giggles, pleased indeed at the reaction he'd gotten - and it was all 100% on purpose, obviously. While Keiji's temporarily out of it, he brings his hand to his blouse and undoes a couple of buttons -- enough that his bra would be out of the shirt, but the shirt's still closed enough to hide his cincher. It's a hot pink bra with black trim, and it's low cut enough that the trim is showing off the top of the areolas of his breast plate.
That giggle made it clear that Mikoto was completely enjoying the fruits of his labour, and Keiji couldn't blame him. It had been a masterful move, after all. Once the pleasure calmed again, he was able to open his eyes again, and was immediately met with the view of that newly opened blouse and the hot pink bra that had been revealed. For a second, his eyes were locked on the sight, and his mouth hung open in surprise. Still... this was an invitation, right? With that thought, his eyes went from the revealed breastplate to his lover's face.
The blond is enjoying playing with Keiji, which he hopes doesn't make him a terrible person, but he's doing things he knows Keiji will like and hopefully he will be forgiven. Meanwhile, he feels incredibly sexy, and pretty proud of the moves he'd just pulled. Keiji is practically drooling at the way Mikoto has revealed himself. Really, he's just feeling proud and sexy as hell as he meets Keiji's eyes with a grin on his face.
Oh yeah, that was an invitation if he'd ever seen one. He returned that grin with one of his own, then let his fondling hand move to slide into that opened blouse and feel directly over that bra, enjoying the subtle weight of the fake breast in his hand, as well as the way the nipple felt under the sexy fabric. Even though Mikoto obviously couldn't feel it, the singer hoped that his lover would know just how much *he* was enjoying this.
The only thing that's a surprise to Mikoto is how much *he's* enjoying this too. Apparently he gets off on Keiji drooling over him, regardless of how he actually looks in the moment. He's sitting back more than he had been when they were kissing, specifically so Keiji can see and touch. He brings his hands to his lover's shoulders though, wanting some touch.
A warm smile settled on the model's lips as Mikoto's hands came to his shoulders. It was definitely a welcome touch as he continued to touch and fondle the breast in his hand. He used his other hand, though, to subtly rub up and down his lover's back. Keiji knew very well that Mikoto was getting no physical feeling from one hand, so he wanted to make sure that the other man was getting some kind of stimulus from him in another area. He had a passing desire to remove Mikoto's bra, but logically he knew that doing so would break the illusion, and he had a feeling that would make any future time doing anything like this *way* less sexy than it was now.
Mikoto would definitely advise against removing his bra or his blouse- really he's about as naked as he can be without ruining the effect. For someone who very much claims to be impatient, he sure seems content to sit here and let Keiji get his fill of the experience. When the impatience does start to creep up, he suggests, "You know... I'm not wearing anything under my skirt~"
By the time Mikoto spoke up, Keiji was actually pretty interested in moving on as well. He had already been pretty hard before, after all, and all of this had not changed that. And that suggestion? If anything, that just accelerated the situation. "Mmm~ Is that so?" He asked with a grin, bringing his hand down out of that opened blouse to travel down his lover's side, then down further to run his hand along Mikoto's thigh, and up under that skirt.
"Mhmm~" Mikoto says, intentionally sounding cute about it. The reality is, of course, that all undergarments had come off when he was untucking and there hadn't been much point in putting anything else on since he was clearly about to get fucked. His boyfriend's hand on his thigh, hopefully moving towards his ass, does a lot more for him than anything they've been up to so far, so he leans in (incidentally pressing his breasts up against his lover's chest again).
"So sexy~" Keiji complimented, his hand absolutely making its way steadily, and not at all slowly, up that thigh and toward the blond's ass. When Mikoto leaned into him like that, the singer assumed that his boyfriend was steady enough not to need his other hand for balance for a moment, so he used it to reach blindly for the drawer in the side table to retrieve lube and a condom.
Mikoto is quite happy with where this is going, shifting so his mouth is quite close to Keiji's ear before all-but purring into it, "Mmm, Kei-kun~" Riding will help keep the illusion intact for Keiji, and just sounds fun anyways.
Those words, in that tone, so close to his ear made Keiji shiver pleasantly, and he mentally prodded himself into being more vocal again. "Nnn~ Miko-kun~" He mirrored, just as his hand gave one cheek of his lover's ass a good squeeze. Thankfully, this was far from the first time they'd had sex in this position, and not even the first time mostly clothed, so getting them both prepped and in a good position together was not a difficult thing to do. And while he still made very sure that the blond was ready to receive him, the singer was getting much quicker at getting things to that point, and more confident in what it should feel like when things were ready. It was only as he was thinking about getting *himself* ready, that he realized the real difference this time would be the breastplate. The fake breasts were large enough that they would probably make a difference in their positioning for sex. Hopefully not a bad one, but they definitely wouldn't be flush against each other like normal.
Keiji saying his name like that, paired with that hand groping him definitely makes Mikoto moan - and he moans a few more times while being prepped. During that process he's still pressed in against Keiji, but he's also aware that when they're actually fucking it won't work. That's ok though -- if this works out the way he thinks it will he's sure his boyfriend will enjoy it anyways. It's going to be a bit of a show~ He leans back some, working with his lover to get everything situated properly, before *finally* starting to take the other man's cock inside of him.
It took a little bit of work to get everything lined up, but once they got it right? Damn, it was amazing enough that Keiji had to actually close his eyes for a moment and calm down to not come too quickly. The singer moved his hands to support Mikoto in the slightly unbalanced position, and when his cock was fully inside, he opened his eyes again. Damn. Damn, damn, damn. The blond, face flushed, leaning back like that so that his exposed tits were standing out just so, and Keiji's cock buried deep inside of him.... it was so many good sights and feelings at the same time. And when the other man began to move? The model didn't even have to remind himself to groan with the pleasure of it. It happened all on its own~
Mikoto doesn't need a lot of support, having a deceptive amount of core strength from all the yoga and dancing. He gets his hands firmly on Keiji's shoulders to help him move -- and grins because while he may not entirely get the appeal of breasts, it's pretty obvious that him riding Keiji is going to result in his breasts bouncing basically right in front of his boyfriend's face~
Keiji noticed that grin, but he couldn't begrudge it at all. Mikoto had every right to feel happy about accomplishing this moment, because the singer was very much enjoying the entire thing. Watching those breasts bounce that way, as Mikoto rode him, scratched a very particular sexual itch that he hadn't really realized was there. And shit, the combination had him so hard~ As the blond came back down, he did his best to meet that motion with a rolling up of his own hips, careful not to overbalance both of them, but really feeling the need to drive up into his boyfriend as well.
"Nnngh~" Mikoto groans. Riding is fun on its own, but Keiji thrusting up into him like that really takes it over the top into feeling AMAZING. And it's a maneuver that works so well because they have this sexual history together and know each others' rhythms.
Oh yes, that was a *good* reaction! And the fact that it felt amazing for Keiji too just made it that touch better. With the slight difference in angle than normal, the singer hadn't been sure his small thrust would still feel as good, but that groan told him he need not worry in the least. That being the case, he did his best to meet each subsequent downward movement with an upward one of his own. The feel of their rhythms matching, and the sight of his lover as the blond moved over him... God, it was all so good~
Properly in the rhythm now, Mikoto throws himself into it, wantonly moaning as he keeps bouncing up and down, not thinking about anything other than how amazing this feels, how sexy he feels, how much fun this is.
There was this fleeting thought, somewhere between the point where Keiji was consciously keeping himself from coming too quickly, and the moment where he followed his boyfriend into wild abandon, that came to him, making him think that this was absolutely a scene out of a porno. Well, maybe a less clothed version would be. But that thought passed rather quickly, as the pleasure mounted higher.
The whole situation is so scorchingly hot, and Mikoto had been pent up thinking about it the whole time he'd been at work, so really, when things feel that good - they don't exactly last long. And once they've reached their pleasure, he finds himself leaning against Keiji, too flooded with pleasure to notice how annoying it is that the breast plate is stopping him from really leaning in the way he wants to.
As Mikoto came to rest against him, their passions spent for the moment, Keiji just shifted his arms to properly hold the other man against him. The press of those breasts against him felt kind of odd now, but not enough for him to really care at the moment. The whole thing had been so incredibly hot, but he was glad to have this moment after, as they both came back down and caught their breaths, to just hold each other.
The blond gives a contented sigh as he starts to come back to awareness -- but unfortunately it brings back how he's dressed. "Mou, I don't wanna move, but... I don't really wanna be dressed like this anymore." he says, kind of leaving it in Keiji's court.
Keiji smiled some at that sigh, but he could totally understand Mikoto's comment afterward. "I understand not wanting to move, but... plus side of moving and getting you out of everything you have on is that we can go have a nice shower before cuddling some more." He suggested, thinking that might be a good compromise for the situation.
"Hmm, that's true," Mikoto agrees. And he knows that while it's not terribly late for him it probably is late for his lover, and he wants to be somewhat sympathetic towards that. He builds up his willpower and heaves himself up off of Keiji and heads to the bedroom, wanting a little privacy to undress. Just... it's kinda weird to go from full girl mode to boy mode in front of Keiji, somehow. When he comes out, even for the trip to the bathroom, he's put on one of Keiji's button up shirts that he'd found in his bedroom. He still has some lines on his skin from where the cincher had been pressing, although it doesn't hurt or anything, and they'll fade soon enough. "Ok, let's shower."
When Mikoto moved to the bedroom to get undressed, Keiji wasn't surprised. So far, the blond hadn't felt comfortable revealing the undressing process to him, and he was fine with that. So, while Mikoto did that, Keiji took care of the condom, put the lube away, and got himself tucked away enough for the journey to the bathroom. When his lover returned, the singer smiled. "Sounds good." He agreed, then got up to join the other man.
They head into the bathroom together and Mikoto belatedly realizes that he's ended up in the classic boyfriend tshirt look, which amuses him, cheering him up some from the weird feelings he's given himself. He doesn't know how he should feel about the fact that he decided to fuck Keiji while dressed as a woman. But he just focuses on getting the hot water going rather than trying to figure things out.
It was only about halfway to the bathroom that Keiji realized Mikoto was in his shirt, and the realization made him smile. Once they were in the bathroom, he got his arms around Mikoto's waist and hugged him. "You look so cute in my shirt, by the way." He said, giving the blond another little hug while they waited for the water to warm up.
Mikoto leans back in Keiji's arms, enjoying the press of their bodies combating the slow chill of the apartment while they wait for the water to warm up. "Mm, I needed something to throw on real quick, and this is what I found."
That explanation made the model chuckle. "Oh? It was that much easier to find one of my shirts than yours?" He asked with amusement. Not that he minded, obviously. It was just funny to him.
"One of my shirts wouldn't be super covering," Mikoto replies, as the benefit of Keiji's shirt is that the younger man is a bit bigger, and much taller than him, meaning even just a shirt will cover the bassist's butt. Compare with Miko's shirts which are often pretty small even on the petite blond.
"Hmm... fair." Keiji conceded. Not that he would have complained about Mikoto's butt not being covered, but at that point, the blond probably could have just been naked. So, it made sense that this would be the fastest covering Mikoto could find.
It's certainly not a common experience, for Mikoto to *not* want to be naked, so he doesn't have a lot of stuff for covering up. The next best thing after this boyfriend shirt situation would probably be to grab a dress. Still, the water is finally ready so that shirt comes off as the blond gets into the shower.
While Mikoto manned the water situation, Keiji got himself undressed, and was ready to jump in when the water was ready. So, he followed Mikoto in almost right away. "Mmm~ Perfect temperature." He complimented, already reaching for the soap so they could get cleaned up.
"Almost like I use this shower often," Mikoto jokes, since of course he was going to get the water right fairly quickly. He's jealous of his parents' house where the hot water is a button you turn on and you get the exact temperature to the degree that you chose, but oh well. He's literally living here rent free, he has no right to complain. Mikoto, being a spoiled little princess, does nothing to work on getting cleaned up, waiting for Keiji to do it.
"Hmm.... guess that could be a factor." Keiji agreed, a soft laugh to his voice. When Mikoto didn't make any move to clean himself, it wasn't at all a surprise. In fact, the singer had absolutely wanted to be the one to do the cleaning for the other man. That said, he started in right away, enjoying getting his hands all over his lover once again.
Mikoto smiles, pleased to have his expectations met as Keiji starts rubbing soap all over him. He leans into each touch, really soaking in the simple intimacy of it all.
The ease and familiarity of doing this made it feel even more intimate and enjoyable for the singer. He took his time, not missing a single bit of Mikoto's skin. Eventually, though, Keiji had to step back a bit. "Ready for rinsing." He announced with a smile for the blond.
"Thank you," Mikoto replies genuinely, since he does appreciate it. He rinses himself off, well aware of how good he surely looks with the water washing over him. He then grabs the shampoo and passes that over to Keiji, "Do my hair next~?"
Keiji absolutely enjoyed the view as Mikoto got rinsed off. The water streaming over that gorgeous form, head tipped back to wet his hair... beautiful. He did accept the shampoo as it was handed to him, though. "Of course~" He responded, already getting some of the shampoo into his hands so that he could start massaging it slowly into that lovely blond hair as soon as his lover moved out from under the water again.
Mikoto steps out of the water, turning his back to Keiji and closing his eyes to keep himself self from any stray shampoo. Otherwise, well, this is perfect, especially with their height difference~ As someone who probably likes the part where the hair stylist washes his hair the best of any appointment, he gets absolutely spoiled being able to ask Keiji to do it anytime they're showering together.
The height difference was absolutely perfect for this, in Keiji's opinion. Sure, it made things a little difficult when Mikoto wanted to return the favour, but that was okay. It felt so good, though, working his fingers through that lovely hair and massaging the other man's scalp. He worked the shampoo into a huge lather, suds so dense he could barely see the darker colour of the blond underneath.
Mikoto feels like they've found a pretty good solution to the problem of him doing Keiji's hair - have the model sit on the tub rim for the crown of the head, and for the length of it the blond's short stature actually helps with the tips. He enjoys the process of Keiji sudsing him up, rinsing off, and then repeating it again with the conditioner.
Keiji enjoyed every second of working on Mikoto's hair, even helping to rinse the other man's hair of shampoo, then again once the conditioner had been worked all the way from root to tip. Once the last of the conditioner was out, he smiled. "I think your hair is about as clean as it could ever be."
"Mm, thank you," Mikoto says again, although really Keiji is this thorough every time, so while it may be as clean as it could ever be, it seems it's often going to be this clean. Then he offers, "Sit down, so I can take care of you?"
"Alright." Keiji agreed easily, then sat down on the edge of the tub so that Mikoto could work on his hair. He smiled up at Mikoto while the blond got the shampoo ready, then closed his eyes to protect them once the other man started to work on his hair.
Mikoto, as often seems to happen, ends up humming to himself as he works on lathering his boyfriend's long hair. Once he's done the crown, and the hair he can easily reach in this position, he gets his hand on Keiji's and helps the model to stand up so he can work on the rest of the locks.
Thankfully, they'd done this several times now, so he was able to follow Mikoto's coaxing easily, and with full confidence, when the other man took his hands. It felt almost as good having his hair done by the blond as it had doing his lover's hair himself.
They follow the routine, getting the hair done, and then conditioned as well. That done he washes up Keiji's body as well, then just settles in up against him for a hug, "There~ We're all squeaky clean now~"
Keiji happily accepted that hug, then grinned at that wording. Then, just because he could, he bent his knees a little to he could rub their chests together, actually eliciting a squeak from their very clean, damp skin. "Yup. Definitely squeaky." He agreed, standing back up properly again and going back to hugging his boyfriend normally.
Mikoto giggles, greatly enjoying seeing Keiji be so silly. A few months ago it'd've been impossible to imagine Keiji being comfortably and silly, nude with a man like this, so it's just joyful. He gazes up at Keiji, and can't help himself, "Kei-kun~ I like you." And the look in his eyes, and tone in his voice, certainly suggest that that's an understatement.
That giggle made his silly action completely worth it to the singer. However, his big grin softened a touch at that lovely gaze and even more lovely words. "I like you too, Miko-kun." He responded easily, and absolutely more meaningfully than the words themselves would imply.
Satisfied with that, Mikoto rests his head on Keiji's chest, and runs a hand daintily up and down the younger man's back, enjoying the moment. He jokes, "Hmm~ Let's just stay in this shower forever."
Keiji smiled at that touch, then mirrored it with his own hand. The joke made him chuckle, though. "Sure. You'll have to be my sugar daddy, though. Since I won't be able to go to work if I stay in the shower forever." Since there was not a syllable that was serious, he didn't worry about who would be paying for Kaiya in this scenario.
"Oh no," Mikoto admits, "My rent is free... but if I don't work eventually I won't have the money to pay for the hot water.... so I guess at some point we'll have to get out." And yes, if those were the only things to worry about, it would likely take a long time for them to run out, but still.
That just made Keiji laugh again. "Oh well, guess we can't stay in the shower forever. Just a while." He responded.
"Alas," Mikoto agrees, with something of a sigh. He gets quiet after that, just comfortable. Just enjoying the warmth of the shower, and their bodies pressed together, and the embrace they're sharing.
Keiji also lapsed into that easy silence, his hand moving slowly up and down Mikoto's back as they just enjoyed the moment. After a good while, though, he gave a deep sigh. "...Okay, I think my skin has had enough of warm water." He announced, though he was willing to be swayed slightly if Mikoto hadn't had his fill yet.
"Blasphemy," Mikoto replies, although he doesn't actually disagree at all. He finds his way out of Keiji's arms, and steps out of the tub onto the bathmat before turning off the water
That reply almost made Keiji respond with a 'we can stay a little longer', but Mikoto almost immediately worked on getting out, so the singer was pretty sure that that 'blasphemy' response had been mostly a joke. That said, Keiji got out and grabbed a towel to start drying off.
"It's cold out here -- you're crazy," Mikoto adds, as he also gets a towel to dry off. Disregarding that it would've been cold outside the shower no matter when they decided to get out.
That accusation just made Keiji laugh. "Sorry! Unfortunately, it would be cold no matter when we got out." He pointed out, probably too logically, as he vigorously dried himself off, then worked on getting the worst of the wet out of his hair after that.
Mikoto accepts not logic, as it is boring. He works on getting dry as well, and in an accusatory tone, says, "Well, you'd better take responsibility and help warm me back up."
"Absolutely." Keiji agreed, without hesitation. "I wouldn't dream of shirking my responsibilities like that." He replied with good humour. Of course, he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to 'warm up' the blond, ever, so that was something too.
The blond smiles, pleased at that response. He suggests, "Should we go ahead and do our faces now too?" It's not super late for him, but the fact that it's after his work AT ALL suggests that it's getting late for Keiji.
"Probably not a bad idea." Keiji responded. "Faces first? Or blow dry hair first?" He asked, though face washing first probably made more sense, now that he had said that. Oh well. It *was* late for him. He could be forgiven for not entirely thinking through the possibility of hair getting re-wet by face washing.
Mikoto doesn't think the amount of wet one's hair would get from face washing is a big concern, so he suggests, "Maybe we take turns?" Since they can't both use the hair dryer at the same time.
"Hmm... I guess that makes sense. Also, difficult to wash our faces at the same time." Keiji agreed. "So.... which would you rather do first?" He asked, happy to take whichever activity Mikoto didn't want.
"I'll dry first," Mikoto replies, selfishly, as his damp hair is definitely making him feel more chill, and the hair straightener will blow lovely hot air at him. So saying, he reaches for the device, unwinds the cord and plugs it in.
"Okay, sounds good." Keiji agreed, honestly very happy with this arrangement, since it meant he wouldn't have to worry about re-dampening his hair after drying. That said, he got down to business working on his facial routine for the night.
Mikoto gets his flat brush out even though there's very little point - his hair is already naturally straight, and sleeping on it is going to destroy it no matter what, but nevertheless he brushes it while blow drying it, resulting in silky smooth flat blond tresses.
Given how long each of their activities took, it was only marginally surprising that Keiji finished up with his face only slightly before Mikoto had finished with his hair. Watching the last few passes of brush and dryer, the singer couldn't help but smile. "You look gorgeous." He complimented, really meaning it.
The blond beams brightly at Keiji for that genuine compliment, "Thank you -- just in time for me to mess it all up in bed, right?" he adds, with humour, before passing the hair dryer to Keiji. He shifts over to the sink and starts taking care of his own face then.
"Well, it'll stay beautiful and perfect for a while, at least." Keiji responded, taking the hair dryer, then starting to work on drying his own hair. He had never mentioned to Mikoto that his hair stayed pretty much perfect until sometime just before waking. He was sure that someone must have mentioned it to him before now, so the thought that the blond might not know never even crossed his mind.
"Hmm?" Mikoto isn't quite sure what Keiji means, but isn't super invested anyways. Finishing up his face, he goes ahead and brushes his teeth as well.
Keiji, meanwhile, was working on his hair and didn't really hear that 'hmm?', and even if he had, he interpreted it less as a question, and more just a sound of agreement. Once he was done with the hair dryer, he wound it up and put it away, then waited for Mikoto to finish with his teeth.
The blond rinses his mouth, stows his brush, then stretches his arms up. "Mm, there. All ready." He turns back to check on Keiji with a smile, "Shall we head to the bedroom then?"
"Mhm~ All ready." Keiji confirmed, then reached out to place his hands on Mikoto's hips and leaned down to give those smiling lips a peck. "Sounds like a great idea." He agreed, letting his lover go again.
Mikoto leans up onto his toes to make the kiss easier, with a natural ease. He then grabs Keiji's hand as he passes his younger boyfriend, and leads the way (quickly, oh god it's cold) from the bathroom to the bedroom.