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Merry Christmas, sakura-ken! ♥
Title: Make me
Pairing: OshiGaku
Rating: PG...?
"Ah, Mukahi-kun, how nice to see you! Yuu-chan's in his room, you know the way."
Bouncing rather energetically up the stairs, Gakuto reflected on how it never failed to amuse him that Yuushi's mother called her son 'Yuu-chan'. He rapped on the door. "Guess who, Yuu-chan!" he imitated cheerfully. The door opened to reveal the blue-haired boy, and a look of vague consternation passed over his face, before the door shut smartly in Gakuto's face. A little hurt, and more than a little concerned, he rapped tentatively again. "Yuushi?" A mad, shuffling ensued from within, before the door opened just as the redhead knocked again, and ended up whacking the other boy in the chest. "Ick! Yuushi? Are you okay?" He peered inside the room; not a hair was out of place, even after the mad activity. He did he do that?
"I'm fine," Oshitari replied, adjusting his glasses, rubbing his chest absently as he let Gakuto in, who immediately flopped onto his bed. "It was just a little messy, that's all." He watched his short redhead glance around the room, which was more neatly organised than Atobe's walk-in wardrobe. He saw the small quirk of the cute lips, which he adored, and kissed the sarcastic words right out of Gakuto's mouth in a little greeting to make up for the slight shunning of earlier.
"This- mmrmgh! ... Mmmm." Kiss.
"Mmm indeed. Do that again." Kiss.
"…Mmm." Poke.
"...With feeling, Gakuto." Kiss kiss.
"...Mmm." Kiss kiss kiss.
"That's better."
Gakuto took the opportunity to bully Yuushi into resembling a comfy armchair over his bed, and clambered onto his lap, pulling the other boy's arms around him. "Peace and quiet," he said contentedly, leaning his head back onto the taller boy's chest.
"Your family?" Yuushi asked sympathetically, an eyebrow raised although Gakuto would not be able to see it. The Mukahi household was decidedly more hectic than his own around festival season. He tended to take everything in its stride. Gakuto's seemed to thrive on stress.
The redhead nodded, making a nice rubbing feeling against Yuushi's chest. "So what was really up with the door thing?" he asked, still slightly hurt. Yuushi was supposed to be the nice(r) half, he wasn't allowed to go around slamming doors in Gakuto's face! He wasn't supposed to slam doors at all!
Oshitari tugged the boy closer, arms firmly wrapped around his squishy boyfriend, nuzzling behind Gaktuo's ear, and went for the truth. "Your Christmas present. Maybe. Possibly."
"Ooh!" The boy sat up straight and looked around the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of where Yuushi had stashed the present. "Can I see? What is it?"
The tensai pulled him back down to lean on him again and tried to find that little spot behind Gakuto's ear again; he gave up as the other boy squirmed excitedly. "No. I'm not telling you. That would defy the whole point, Gakuto."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No. Stop asking."
"I'll pout."
He did exactly that, tilting his head back to peer up at the other boy through his thick fringe. Yuushi rolled his eyes, and swept his fingers through that neatly cut fringe, making strands fall into Gakuto's eyes. The boy pulled his head away and shook his head with little motions, the action making Yuushi smile bemusedly. "Don't be ridiculous. Wait for Christmas. It'll ruin everything otherwise. Stop pouting," he petted Gakuto's hair.
The boy twisted around and turned his little pout on full beam at his boyfriend, clinging to the boy's shirt. "Make me," he sulked.
A light lit up in Oshitari's eyes, magnified by his glasses. Scary. His hands suddenly roamed across Gakuto's body, as he breathed, "Alright."
Title: Make me
Pairing: OshiGaku
Rating: PG...?
"Ah, Mukahi-kun, how nice to see you! Yuu-chan's in his room, you know the way."
Bouncing rather energetically up the stairs, Gakuto reflected on how it never failed to amuse him that Yuushi's mother called her son 'Yuu-chan'. He rapped on the door. "Guess who, Yuu-chan!" he imitated cheerfully. The door opened to reveal the blue-haired boy, and a look of vague consternation passed over his face, before the door shut smartly in Gakuto's face. A little hurt, and more than a little concerned, he rapped tentatively again. "Yuushi?" A mad, shuffling ensued from within, before the door opened just as the redhead knocked again, and ended up whacking the other boy in the chest. "Ick! Yuushi? Are you okay?" He peered inside the room; not a hair was out of place, even after the mad activity. He did he do that?
"I'm fine," Oshitari replied, adjusting his glasses, rubbing his chest absently as he let Gakuto in, who immediately flopped onto his bed. "It was just a little messy, that's all." He watched his short redhead glance around the room, which was more neatly organised than Atobe's walk-in wardrobe. He saw the small quirk of the cute lips, which he adored, and kissed the sarcastic words right out of Gakuto's mouth in a little greeting to make up for the slight shunning of earlier.
"This- mmrmgh! ... Mmmm." Kiss.
"Mmm indeed. Do that again." Kiss.
"…Mmm." Poke.
"...With feeling, Gakuto." Kiss kiss.
"...Mmm." Kiss kiss kiss.
"That's better."
Gakuto took the opportunity to bully Yuushi into resembling a comfy armchair over his bed, and clambered onto his lap, pulling the other boy's arms around him. "Peace and quiet," he said contentedly, leaning his head back onto the taller boy's chest.
"Your family?" Yuushi asked sympathetically, an eyebrow raised although Gakuto would not be able to see it. The Mukahi household was decidedly more hectic than his own around festival season. He tended to take everything in its stride. Gakuto's seemed to thrive on stress.
The redhead nodded, making a nice rubbing feeling against Yuushi's chest. "So what was really up with the door thing?" he asked, still slightly hurt. Yuushi was supposed to be the nice(r) half, he wasn't allowed to go around slamming doors in Gakuto's face! He wasn't supposed to slam doors at all!
Oshitari tugged the boy closer, arms firmly wrapped around his squishy boyfriend, nuzzling behind Gaktuo's ear, and went for the truth. "Your Christmas present. Maybe. Possibly."
"Ooh!" The boy sat up straight and looked around the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of where Yuushi had stashed the present. "Can I see? What is it?"
The tensai pulled him back down to lean on him again and tried to find that little spot behind Gakuto's ear again; he gave up as the other boy squirmed excitedly. "No. I'm not telling you. That would defy the whole point, Gakuto."
"Please?"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No. Stop asking."
"I'll pout."
He did exactly that, tilting his head back to peer up at the other boy through his thick fringe. Yuushi rolled his eyes, and swept his fingers through that neatly cut fringe, making strands fall into Gakuto's eyes. The boy pulled his head away and shook his head with little motions, the action making Yuushi smile bemusedly. "Don't be ridiculous. Wait for Christmas. It'll ruin everything otherwise. Stop pouting," he petted Gakuto's hair.
The boy twisted around and turned his little pout on full beam at his boyfriend, clinging to the boy's shirt. "Make me," he sulked.
A light lit up in Oshitari's eyes, magnified by his glasses. Scary. His hands suddenly roamed across Gakuto's body, as he breathed, "Alright."