RP Log: Mizuki & Kirihara
Date: Backdated to... uh... Mid-January :D;
Rating: Not Safe For Work :D
Summary: It's a Saturday morning, and Kirihara is at Mizuki's apartment for no apparent reason. There is absolutely no mention of superheroes fighting evil psychic squids, which makes me sad :(
It didn't matter anymore why he was here. It all started during that mission -- nightly visits and staying up till late plotting, discussing and thinking. All too often Akaya ended up staying overnight. This, he didn't know if it could be considered a habit, or tradition, but whatever it was... it continued even after the mission had been successfully completed. The young agent rarely ever cared for reasons to explain his actions. Most of the time it didn't matter. Right now was included in 'most of the time'.
A lazy, lazy Saturday. Akaya liked weekends. Very much so. But not because he hated his work, but because during weekends he could be doing whatever he wished. Though for today he didn't have any plans just yet, maybe later something would come to his mind. Right now, he was sitting in Mizuki's kitchen in a pair of dark green shorts and black T-shirt -- his usual sleeping outfit whenever here, at his own place he usually slept naked. Mizuki didn't like that though and Akaya didn't insist. The older man was in the kitchen as well, eating whatever he always ate for breakfast -- after all these times he actually could say what the man liked the most -- while he was just munching on something light. Breakfast was never his thing. His stomach wouldn't be able to handle it most of the days.
It was a more or less silent meal as neither of the two men at the table talked much. At least, not until Mizuki decided that eating crackers for breakfast was indeed very ridiculous and snatched said cracker from Kirihara and replaced it with a banana. "That's a much better and healthier breakfast," Mizuki said, then popped the cracker in his mouth. He should be wondering why Kirihara still came over, but this kind of change was sort of welcome anyway, so he didn't ask anymore. As long as the boy did not make a mess of Mizuki's apartment, the young agent was welcome to stay.
Akaya blinked as his food of choice was replaced with something long and pale yellow. A banana? He blinked again and raised an eyebrow at Mizuki, "If you say so," pause, "Mizucchi-mummy." The younger man smirked, peeling off the thick, yellow skin to sink his teeth into the fruit. Absently, thin lips wrapped around it as well, smoothening the edges as he pulled away from the bite -- his eyes shifting back to the newspaper lying in front of him.
Mizuki shook his head, too used to hearing the nickname to even retort anymore. At least Kirihara was eating a proper breakfast now, although there was something that had to be said with the way Kirihara ate the banana, with his lips covering the fruit like that. The older man returned to his own food, trying to focus on the miso and not on anything else, like at how the younger man across the table was eating a banana.
Akaya had no set opinion on silence between to people. Sometimes it was not welcomed, it was uncomfortable and genuinely awkward. Sometimes it was the most normal thing out there, bringing comfort and peace of mind. This time, in Akaya's opinion, it was the latter. Although the former was not unknown for the two men -- at least from his point of view.
He didn't feel like breaking the pleasant silence, didn't feel the need to say something. At the very moment there was no thought which needed to be voiced.
Feral eyes skimmed over the text in the newspaper -- and the time was counted by how many pages he managed to get through, before the banana, his breakfast, was gone. It turned out to be three, before all that was left in his hand was the peel. Oh well. Kirihara stood to throw it away, then settled back in his previous spot, intending to finish a certain article which caught his interest.
By the time Kirihara was finished eating his banana, Mizuki had already finished washing the dishes and could concentrate on other things and not on Kirihara and his banana.
...
Damnit, why did he keep thinking of that blasted banana, being eaten by Kirihara in that manner? He had reports to write, lunch to plan and an apartment to clean, clothes to take to the laundry and he did not have time to stand there, in front of the sink, thinking of the way the younger agent ate a fucking banana in a rather suggestive manner without even knowing! What was worse was that Mizuki didn't even bother to comment on it. Seeing as Kirihara was busy with the morning's paper, Mizuki made his way to his room, planning on taking care of some personal business before starting with the day's work.
Only absently did Kirihara note that the other left, only with the corner of his eye seeing where the man went. Why though? He didn't know, and for the duration of the article he didn't care. But once the young agent reached the last sentence and looked around... at first he was a bit lost at finding out he was alone. Then he remembered Mizuki left. To the bedroom. And hasn't come out yet. Though how long ago was it, Akaya couldn't say.
The thought stayed, stubbornly bothering the man sitting in the kitchen to the point that he got up and shuffled to the bedroom -- which he rarely ever seen, really. Whenever at Mizuki's, he slept on the couch, and that was perfectly fine with him. Honestly.
Curiously, Akaya slid the unlocked door open and peered inside... what he saw was quite normal, at first. Mizuki's shirt clad (a rather hideous shirt, the agent had to admit) back -- the man was sitting on the bed, but after a closer inspection and a better look... Well... First reaction was slight flush spreading through the pale cheeks. He had never walked in on someone jerking off, before (his sister having some damn kinky, lesbian sex was another matter altogether)... but then a wide and a little on the evil side, smirk bloomed on his lips. Doing that all by oneself must have been rather lonely, right? Quietly, as to not inform the other of his presence too early, Akaya crawled over the bed, kneeling behind the spy and only then, did he lean in to breathe against Mizuki's nape in a low voice, "Mm, need help with that?"
Mizuki shuddered, cursing himself for not locking the door, or sensing that someone had gotten in his room. Kirihara's low voice, his breath, tickled the back of his neck and sent shivers of all kinds down his spine-- definitely stimulation he quite didn't need at the moment. Or maybe he did need it. His blood rushed down to his nether regions and his hand gripped his erection hard, making him hiss, "Bastard." There was no denying that hard blush on his cheeks. After a very short internal debate, Mizuki leaned back so Kirihara's chest pressed against his back. "What are you waiting for?"
That wasn't the answer that Kirihara expected, but he couldn't and wouldn't back out. He made the offer, he had to go with it, no matter how red his cheeks were, as Mizuki's back rested against his chest. Like this, Akaya had quite a nice view of not only the perfectly smooth neck, but also lower... with only a tiny bit of hesitation, he let his arms wrap around the slender waist, bringing Mizuki closer to him and settling them both comfortably. Even this little action was quite erotic, the agent had to admit. He, then, allowed one hand to massage Mizuki's abdomen -- skin he had an occasion to touch once, very warm and smooth, and pleasant to touch, certainly. The fingers of the other one wrapped lightly around the erect shaft.
It wasn't the first time he had a cock in his hand, after all he was a man, and every now and then woke up with a 'problem' that needed to be taken care of as well. The difference was only in his head, though, Akaya thought as he got a firmer grip and started moving his hand finally. And really, the younger man couldn't help himself, but have a taste of the man and he moved his head to lick and nip on Mizuki's neck and jaw.
It was strange, a soft voice in his mind told him, how natural it all seemed. And more importantly, how perfectly normal it was, to be touching Mizuki like this. He'd expect his mind to scream 'wrong! run!' at him, but it didn't. Instead it purred at him how pretty and vulnerable the spy was when aroused.
Soft gasps escaped from Mizuki's lips, tilting his head to the side and back, resting it on Kirihara's shoulder. One of his hands found it's way to the younger man's curly hair, tangling themselves in the wild locks, fingertips massaging the scalp. The other remained by his crotch, cupping, squeezing and teasing the sacs underneath his cock.
A part of Mizuki panicked, as he usually wasn't this welcoming and accommodating, especially when masturbating. This didn't mean he hasn't had anyone jerk him off, or suck his cock. It just didn't happen as often as he did alone. (Sans the sucking his cock bit. You couldn't ever do it alone.) Mizuki, however, liked how Kirihara's hand on his erection felt. Surprisingly too much, actually, and it was a little scary and a little exciting. As his hips began moving in time with the agent's rhythm, Mizuki could feel his orgasm approach, his gasps turning into whines and long moans.
The heat in his cheeks was making him go crazy, but the sounds Mizuki was making, and how his body moved, was actually much worse in that department. Akaya managed not to get aroused only thanks to concentrating on not letting himself. This was alluring, extremely so and also incredibly sexy. One focus, kicked out a different one and the agent quite lost himself, while he sucked on the spy's neck. It'd leave a mark, but he couldn't care less about it right now. He could tell, from how Mizuki was acting, that he was close... and so Akaya quickened the movement of his hand, rubbing his thumb over the tip and slit of the man's cock.
I want to see how vulnerable you are, when you come, was what Akaya was thinking, but he moved his head, kissing and gently caressing the arch of the earlobe with his tongue, before whispering breathlessly, "Mizuki-san," he tightened his grip on the cock in his hand, "Let it go."
It was amazing, how the sound of Kirihara's voice whispering in his ear made Mizuki shiver with excitement. Moaning loud and long, he arched his back, pressing more against the younger man, making him wonder vaguely why he hadn't felt anything bulging from Kirihara's pants (there should have been, a part of Mizuki complained and plotted to have it there). Eyes fluttering shut and body twisting just slightly so his hips were off the bed, Mizuki came on Kirihara's hands.
Kirihara breathed against Mizuki's ear, dark green gaze drinking up the sight -- face twisted in expression of ecstasy, lithe body arching and pressing against him. It took the very last bit of his willpower to not just let it go as well, and allow himself to grow aroused too. But the stubbornness helped, the concentration. Damn, though, Akaya already expected to have quite a sleepless night tonight, with such an image lurking in his mind.
His hand continued moving, lazily, milking every little bit out of Mizuki and smearing the semen over the man's cock. Mm, now wasn't that wonderful? Certainly. The agent probably should go and clean up now, but he couldn't move... and actually didn't want to. Mizuki was warm and soft against his chest, and Akaya couldn't help, but smirk and nuzzle into his neck, his clean hand scratched gently over the other's stomach in a little, affectionate gesture.
With his breath evening out, Mizuki twisted to his side, still resting against Kirihara. Clean hands grabbing the young agent's head, the spy pulled him close for a heated kiss. Pulling away moments later, licking at Kirihara's lower lip, Mizuki's near-black eyes narrowed slightly and his lips curled into a smile. "Lick me clean. You've made such a mess," he said, but not before pushing the other man down and sitting on his chest, displaying his come-covered cock.
That small display of... well, whatever it was, send a lot of pleasant sensations into Kirihara's groin, making his cock twitch slightly. His pupils dilated as his mind sprinted over all possible reactions to such situation. He came up with a blank, and could only stare up at the older man and then the dick so close to his mouth. Akaya licked his lips, still trying to hold his libido in check, and still wondering what should he do now. He suspected he could easily flip Mizuki off of him and simply leave, but somehow, in some way, that option did not seem too appealing at the moment.
Instead Akaya just leaned in, at first taking a cautious lick, eyes still fixed on Mizuki's face (even though it sorta made his eyeballs ache). Well, not so bad. The taste wasn't anything to write stories about, but it wasn't that disgusting either. Second lick was much bolder, but still slow... still lazy, allowing the spy to have a very good look and feel. It also allowed Kirihara to note the texture of the skin -- soft, but the softness felt different on his tongue than on his hand.
Mizuki smiled, amused at how obedient Kirihara was at the moment. It might have been a bad idea, however, to have the man lick his cock. Gods, what is this kid? He wasn't supposed to be feeling this good because of Kirihara. Right? He wasn't even supposed to be doing this, right? Ah. Yes. He remembered his reasons. With his smile curling to one side, Mizuki petted the young man on the head and said, "Thank you, that's clean enough." And he promptly climbed off Kirihara and off the bed, picking up his pants and made his way to the bathroom attached to the bedroom. Gods, why did Kirihara have to look so sexy while he was doing that anyway? It wasn't fair, it was Kirihara who Mizuki wanted to get fucking turned on, not him. Again. Though, at least, Kirihara had a taste of his cock and come. Mizuki was pretty sure it was going to be torture, not having to go all the way. "Nfu~," he chuckled to himself.
Just before turning the knob on the bathroom door, Mizuki turned his head to look at the young man on his bed. "Do wipe your hands on a paper towel? I don't want to have my sheets sent back to the laundry. They've just been cleaned," he said. "And speaking of laundry, open the top drawer on that nightstand-- yes, that one. You'll find an envelope with your name on it." It was a rather thick envelope, too. "Cheers," Mizuki said, smiling sweetly, and waved before he entered the bathroom. Cold showers were best in these situations. At least his senses would be awake and he'd feel fresh as he worked today.
Kirihara picked up the envelope with the clean tips of his fingers, glad he didn't have to continue what he was doing. Not because it felt bad, actually the opposite, it felt too good and it'd be dangerous to go on. Well, perhaps not dangerous, but Akaya would certainly not be able to hold out for too long.
But first things first. Which meant washing his hands somewhere and probably the best pick would be kitchen. He didn't think just wiping them with a paper towel would get rid of the stickiness. Only clear water, yes. In the kitchen, Akaya put the envelope on the counter and cleaned his hands thoroughly, then dried and only then did he look inside.
... Cleaning bills?
... Right. He had been leaving his clothes here, every now and then, but... this many?! No wonder his wardrobe, back at his own apartment, was looking so empty, when most of his clothes ended up here. He chuckled to himself, before looking around for his wallet... praying for all that's good in this world that he wasn't short on cash at the moment. No, he wasn't. Thankfully.
After leaving the right amount, together with the bills, on the nightstand in Mizuki's bedroom again, Akaya stretched each and every muscle in his back, legs and arms, before starting to get dressed. He still had no idea what he was going to do today. But he was sure Mizuki was going to haunt his dreams from now on.
Rating: Not Safe For Work :D
Summary: It's a Saturday morning, and Kirihara is at Mizuki's apartment for no apparent reason. There is absolutely no mention of superheroes fighting evil psychic squids, which makes me sad :(
It didn't matter anymore why he was here. It all started during that mission -- nightly visits and staying up till late plotting, discussing and thinking. All too often Akaya ended up staying overnight. This, he didn't know if it could be considered a habit, or tradition, but whatever it was... it continued even after the mission had been successfully completed. The young agent rarely ever cared for reasons to explain his actions. Most of the time it didn't matter. Right now was included in 'most of the time'.
A lazy, lazy Saturday. Akaya liked weekends. Very much so. But not because he hated his work, but because during weekends he could be doing whatever he wished. Though for today he didn't have any plans just yet, maybe later something would come to his mind. Right now, he was sitting in Mizuki's kitchen in a pair of dark green shorts and black T-shirt -- his usual sleeping outfit whenever here, at his own place he usually slept naked. Mizuki didn't like that though and Akaya didn't insist. The older man was in the kitchen as well, eating whatever he always ate for breakfast -- after all these times he actually could say what the man liked the most -- while he was just munching on something light. Breakfast was never his thing. His stomach wouldn't be able to handle it most of the days.
It was a more or less silent meal as neither of the two men at the table talked much. At least, not until Mizuki decided that eating crackers for breakfast was indeed very ridiculous and snatched said cracker from Kirihara and replaced it with a banana. "That's a much better and healthier breakfast," Mizuki said, then popped the cracker in his mouth. He should be wondering why Kirihara still came over, but this kind of change was sort of welcome anyway, so he didn't ask anymore. As long as the boy did not make a mess of Mizuki's apartment, the young agent was welcome to stay.
Akaya blinked as his food of choice was replaced with something long and pale yellow. A banana? He blinked again and raised an eyebrow at Mizuki, "If you say so," pause, "Mizucchi-mummy." The younger man smirked, peeling off the thick, yellow skin to sink his teeth into the fruit. Absently, thin lips wrapped around it as well, smoothening the edges as he pulled away from the bite -- his eyes shifting back to the newspaper lying in front of him.
Mizuki shook his head, too used to hearing the nickname to even retort anymore. At least Kirihara was eating a proper breakfast now, although there was something that had to be said with the way Kirihara ate the banana, with his lips covering the fruit like that. The older man returned to his own food, trying to focus on the miso and not on anything else, like at how the younger man across the table was eating a banana.
Akaya had no set opinion on silence between to people. Sometimes it was not welcomed, it was uncomfortable and genuinely awkward. Sometimes it was the most normal thing out there, bringing comfort and peace of mind. This time, in Akaya's opinion, it was the latter. Although the former was not unknown for the two men -- at least from his point of view.
He didn't feel like breaking the pleasant silence, didn't feel the need to say something. At the very moment there was no thought which needed to be voiced.
Feral eyes skimmed over the text in the newspaper -- and the time was counted by how many pages he managed to get through, before the banana, his breakfast, was gone. It turned out to be three, before all that was left in his hand was the peel. Oh well. Kirihara stood to throw it away, then settled back in his previous spot, intending to finish a certain article which caught his interest.
By the time Kirihara was finished eating his banana, Mizuki had already finished washing the dishes and could concentrate on other things and not on Kirihara and his banana.
...
Damnit, why did he keep thinking of that blasted banana, being eaten by Kirihara in that manner? He had reports to write, lunch to plan and an apartment to clean, clothes to take to the laundry and he did not have time to stand there, in front of the sink, thinking of the way the younger agent ate a fucking banana in a rather suggestive manner without even knowing! What was worse was that Mizuki didn't even bother to comment on it. Seeing as Kirihara was busy with the morning's paper, Mizuki made his way to his room, planning on taking care of some personal business before starting with the day's work.
Only absently did Kirihara note that the other left, only with the corner of his eye seeing where the man went. Why though? He didn't know, and for the duration of the article he didn't care. But once the young agent reached the last sentence and looked around... at first he was a bit lost at finding out he was alone. Then he remembered Mizuki left. To the bedroom. And hasn't come out yet. Though how long ago was it, Akaya couldn't say.
The thought stayed, stubbornly bothering the man sitting in the kitchen to the point that he got up and shuffled to the bedroom -- which he rarely ever seen, really. Whenever at Mizuki's, he slept on the couch, and that was perfectly fine with him. Honestly.
Curiously, Akaya slid the unlocked door open and peered inside... what he saw was quite normal, at first. Mizuki's shirt clad (a rather hideous shirt, the agent had to admit) back -- the man was sitting on the bed, but after a closer inspection and a better look... Well... First reaction was slight flush spreading through the pale cheeks. He had never walked in on someone jerking off, before (his sister having some damn kinky, lesbian sex was another matter altogether)... but then a wide and a little on the evil side, smirk bloomed on his lips. Doing that all by oneself must have been rather lonely, right? Quietly, as to not inform the other of his presence too early, Akaya crawled over the bed, kneeling behind the spy and only then, did he lean in to breathe against Mizuki's nape in a low voice, "Mm, need help with that?"
Mizuki shuddered, cursing himself for not locking the door, or sensing that someone had gotten in his room. Kirihara's low voice, his breath, tickled the back of his neck and sent shivers of all kinds down his spine-- definitely stimulation he quite didn't need at the moment. Or maybe he did need it. His blood rushed down to his nether regions and his hand gripped his erection hard, making him hiss, "Bastard." There was no denying that hard blush on his cheeks. After a very short internal debate, Mizuki leaned back so Kirihara's chest pressed against his back. "What are you waiting for?"
That wasn't the answer that Kirihara expected, but he couldn't and wouldn't back out. He made the offer, he had to go with it, no matter how red his cheeks were, as Mizuki's back rested against his chest. Like this, Akaya had quite a nice view of not only the perfectly smooth neck, but also lower... with only a tiny bit of hesitation, he let his arms wrap around the slender waist, bringing Mizuki closer to him and settling them both comfortably. Even this little action was quite erotic, the agent had to admit. He, then, allowed one hand to massage Mizuki's abdomen -- skin he had an occasion to touch once, very warm and smooth, and pleasant to touch, certainly. The fingers of the other one wrapped lightly around the erect shaft.
It wasn't the first time he had a cock in his hand, after all he was a man, and every now and then woke up with a 'problem' that needed to be taken care of as well. The difference was only in his head, though, Akaya thought as he got a firmer grip and started moving his hand finally. And really, the younger man couldn't help himself, but have a taste of the man and he moved his head to lick and nip on Mizuki's neck and jaw.
It was strange, a soft voice in his mind told him, how natural it all seemed. And more importantly, how perfectly normal it was, to be touching Mizuki like this. He'd expect his mind to scream 'wrong! run!' at him, but it didn't. Instead it purred at him how pretty and vulnerable the spy was when aroused.
Soft gasps escaped from Mizuki's lips, tilting his head to the side and back, resting it on Kirihara's shoulder. One of his hands found it's way to the younger man's curly hair, tangling themselves in the wild locks, fingertips massaging the scalp. The other remained by his crotch, cupping, squeezing and teasing the sacs underneath his cock.
A part of Mizuki panicked, as he usually wasn't this welcoming and accommodating, especially when masturbating. This didn't mean he hasn't had anyone jerk him off, or suck his cock. It just didn't happen as often as he did alone. (Sans the sucking his cock bit. You couldn't ever do it alone.) Mizuki, however, liked how Kirihara's hand on his erection felt. Surprisingly too much, actually, and it was a little scary and a little exciting. As his hips began moving in time with the agent's rhythm, Mizuki could feel his orgasm approach, his gasps turning into whines and long moans.
The heat in his cheeks was making him go crazy, but the sounds Mizuki was making, and how his body moved, was actually much worse in that department. Akaya managed not to get aroused only thanks to concentrating on not letting himself. This was alluring, extremely so and also incredibly sexy. One focus, kicked out a different one and the agent quite lost himself, while he sucked on the spy's neck. It'd leave a mark, but he couldn't care less about it right now. He could tell, from how Mizuki was acting, that he was close... and so Akaya quickened the movement of his hand, rubbing his thumb over the tip and slit of the man's cock.
I want to see how vulnerable you are, when you come, was what Akaya was thinking, but he moved his head, kissing and gently caressing the arch of the earlobe with his tongue, before whispering breathlessly, "Mizuki-san," he tightened his grip on the cock in his hand, "Let it go."
It was amazing, how the sound of Kirihara's voice whispering in his ear made Mizuki shiver with excitement. Moaning loud and long, he arched his back, pressing more against the younger man, making him wonder vaguely why he hadn't felt anything bulging from Kirihara's pants (there should have been, a part of Mizuki complained and plotted to have it there). Eyes fluttering shut and body twisting just slightly so his hips were off the bed, Mizuki came on Kirihara's hands.
Kirihara breathed against Mizuki's ear, dark green gaze drinking up the sight -- face twisted in expression of ecstasy, lithe body arching and pressing against him. It took the very last bit of his willpower to not just let it go as well, and allow himself to grow aroused too. But the stubbornness helped, the concentration. Damn, though, Akaya already expected to have quite a sleepless night tonight, with such an image lurking in his mind.
His hand continued moving, lazily, milking every little bit out of Mizuki and smearing the semen over the man's cock. Mm, now wasn't that wonderful? Certainly. The agent probably should go and clean up now, but he couldn't move... and actually didn't want to. Mizuki was warm and soft against his chest, and Akaya couldn't help, but smirk and nuzzle into his neck, his clean hand scratched gently over the other's stomach in a little, affectionate gesture.
With his breath evening out, Mizuki twisted to his side, still resting against Kirihara. Clean hands grabbing the young agent's head, the spy pulled him close for a heated kiss. Pulling away moments later, licking at Kirihara's lower lip, Mizuki's near-black eyes narrowed slightly and his lips curled into a smile. "Lick me clean. You've made such a mess," he said, but not before pushing the other man down and sitting on his chest, displaying his come-covered cock.
That small display of... well, whatever it was, send a lot of pleasant sensations into Kirihara's groin, making his cock twitch slightly. His pupils dilated as his mind sprinted over all possible reactions to such situation. He came up with a blank, and could only stare up at the older man and then the dick so close to his mouth. Akaya licked his lips, still trying to hold his libido in check, and still wondering what should he do now. He suspected he could easily flip Mizuki off of him and simply leave, but somehow, in some way, that option did not seem too appealing at the moment.
Instead Akaya just leaned in, at first taking a cautious lick, eyes still fixed on Mizuki's face (even though it sorta made his eyeballs ache). Well, not so bad. The taste wasn't anything to write stories about, but it wasn't that disgusting either. Second lick was much bolder, but still slow... still lazy, allowing the spy to have a very good look and feel. It also allowed Kirihara to note the texture of the skin -- soft, but the softness felt different on his tongue than on his hand.
Mizuki smiled, amused at how obedient Kirihara was at the moment. It might have been a bad idea, however, to have the man lick his cock. Gods, what is this kid? He wasn't supposed to be feeling this good because of Kirihara. Right? He wasn't even supposed to be doing this, right? Ah. Yes. He remembered his reasons. With his smile curling to one side, Mizuki petted the young man on the head and said, "Thank you, that's clean enough." And he promptly climbed off Kirihara and off the bed, picking up his pants and made his way to the bathroom attached to the bedroom. Gods, why did Kirihara have to look so sexy while he was doing that anyway? It wasn't fair, it was Kirihara who Mizuki wanted to get fucking turned on, not him. Again. Though, at least, Kirihara had a taste of his cock and come. Mizuki was pretty sure it was going to be torture, not having to go all the way. "Nfu~," he chuckled to himself.
Just before turning the knob on the bathroom door, Mizuki turned his head to look at the young man on his bed. "Do wipe your hands on a paper towel? I don't want to have my sheets sent back to the laundry. They've just been cleaned," he said. "And speaking of laundry, open the top drawer on that nightstand-- yes, that one. You'll find an envelope with your name on it." It was a rather thick envelope, too. "Cheers," Mizuki said, smiling sweetly, and waved before he entered the bathroom. Cold showers were best in these situations. At least his senses would be awake and he'd feel fresh as he worked today.
Kirihara picked up the envelope with the clean tips of his fingers, glad he didn't have to continue what he was doing. Not because it felt bad, actually the opposite, it felt too good and it'd be dangerous to go on. Well, perhaps not dangerous, but Akaya would certainly not be able to hold out for too long.
But first things first. Which meant washing his hands somewhere and probably the best pick would be kitchen. He didn't think just wiping them with a paper towel would get rid of the stickiness. Only clear water, yes. In the kitchen, Akaya put the envelope on the counter and cleaned his hands thoroughly, then dried and only then did he look inside.
... Cleaning bills?
... Right. He had been leaving his clothes here, every now and then, but... this many?! No wonder his wardrobe, back at his own apartment, was looking so empty, when most of his clothes ended up here. He chuckled to himself, before looking around for his wallet... praying for all that's good in this world that he wasn't short on cash at the moment. No, he wasn't. Thankfully.
After leaving the right amount, together with the bills, on the nightstand in Mizuki's bedroom again, Akaya stretched each and every muscle in his back, legs and arms, before starting to get dressed. He still had no idea what he was going to do today. But he was sure Mizuki was going to haunt his dreams from now on.