Dokkiri Drabbles (Subassan)
Old stuff that probably should have been posted ages ago. Figured I may as well post it now... Inspired by the Neoki Dokkiri stuff from the 47 tour.
Dokkiri Drabble #1
When he hears the door click open the following night, Yasu thinks the members are trying to sneak up on him again.
"I'm not asleep yet," he calls to whomever just entered his hotel room.
"I know, I could hear you playing guitar from the other side of the door," Subaru appears, alone, in the entryway. His hands are balled inside his sleeves and he looks uncertain. "You shouldn't stay up late like that," he gestures vaguely towards Yasu's guitar.
"You're up as well," Yasu points out, bottom lip sticking out in an unconscious pout.
Subaru seems to consider this for a moment before crossing the room and crawling into Yasu's bed. Yasu shakes his head and puts his guitar down.
"Did you write new lyrics?" Subaru asks, pulling the comforter up to his nose and nuzzling it.
"So you can mock them in front of the camera?" Yasu pouts intentionally this time. He's not mad; he's used to it.
"I like your lyrics." Subaru's voice is muffled by the bed sheet. Yasu thinks he looks very cute.
"Are you staying here?" he asks, turning off the light without waiting for an answer.
In the dark, Subaru's hand finds Yasu's.
Dokkiri Drabble #2
“I’m going to take the master key back to the front desk now,” Yoko says and presents an outstreched hand to Subaru.
Subaru’s hand flies to the card attached to his belt. “Aah,” he hesitates for a second. “No, it’s all right. I’ll take care of it.”
Yoko raises an eyebrow. “Okay,” he agrees almost too willingly, but his eyes tell a different story. ‘Riiight. Don’t get us into trouble, will you?’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ Subaru’s eyes mean to reply but it looks more like ‘As if you wouldn’t.’ It doesn’t really matter in the end because Yoko lets it go, probably too sleepy to really care.
*
“Shibuyan? You kept the key?” is Yasu’s reaction when Subaru not-so-stealthily enters Yasu’s room and manages to bash his elbow on the corner of the wall.
“Ow,” Subaru replies.
Giggles can be heard coming from the general direction of Yasu’s bed, and then the light comes on. “Idiot, I would have let you in,” Yasu reaches out for him and guides him to the bed.
“Don’t you ever sleep?” Subaru sulks a bit, mostly for good measure.
“I was going to,” Yasu replies, but then he leans in and starts trailing butterfly kisses down Subaru’s arm and to the elbow Subaru had been rubbing sullenly.
Subaru forgets about the incident and the yet again failed attempt at sneaking in on Yasu and starts stroking Yasu’s hair instead. Yasu smiles and makes his kisses go up Subaru’s arm, pausing a moment to mouth at Subaru’s collarbone before tilting his head to kiss his mouth.
Dokkiri Drabble #1
When he hears the door click open the following night, Yasu thinks the members are trying to sneak up on him again.
"I'm not asleep yet," he calls to whomever just entered his hotel room.
"I know, I could hear you playing guitar from the other side of the door," Subaru appears, alone, in the entryway. His hands are balled inside his sleeves and he looks uncertain. "You shouldn't stay up late like that," he gestures vaguely towards Yasu's guitar.
"You're up as well," Yasu points out, bottom lip sticking out in an unconscious pout.
Subaru seems to consider this for a moment before crossing the room and crawling into Yasu's bed. Yasu shakes his head and puts his guitar down.
"Did you write new lyrics?" Subaru asks, pulling the comforter up to his nose and nuzzling it.
"So you can mock them in front of the camera?" Yasu pouts intentionally this time. He's not mad; he's used to it.
"I like your lyrics." Subaru's voice is muffled by the bed sheet. Yasu thinks he looks very cute.
"Are you staying here?" he asks, turning off the light without waiting for an answer.
In the dark, Subaru's hand finds Yasu's.
Dokkiri Drabble #2
“I’m going to take the master key back to the front desk now,” Yoko says and presents an outstreched hand to Subaru.
Subaru’s hand flies to the card attached to his belt. “Aah,” he hesitates for a second. “No, it’s all right. I’ll take care of it.”
Yoko raises an eyebrow. “Okay,” he agrees almost too willingly, but his eyes tell a different story. ‘Riiight. Don’t get us into trouble, will you?’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ Subaru’s eyes mean to reply but it looks more like ‘As if you wouldn’t.’ It doesn’t really matter in the end because Yoko lets it go, probably too sleepy to really care.
*
“Shibuyan? You kept the key?” is Yasu’s reaction when Subaru not-so-stealthily enters Yasu’s room and manages to bash his elbow on the corner of the wall.
“Ow,” Subaru replies.
Giggles can be heard coming from the general direction of Yasu’s bed, and then the light comes on. “Idiot, I would have let you in,” Yasu reaches out for him and guides him to the bed.
“Don’t you ever sleep?” Subaru sulks a bit, mostly for good measure.
“I was going to,” Yasu replies, but then he leans in and starts trailing butterfly kisses down Subaru’s arm and to the elbow Subaru had been rubbing sullenly.
Subaru forgets about the incident and the yet again failed attempt at sneaking in on Yasu and starts stroking Yasu’s hair instead. Yasu smiles and makes his kisses go up Subaru’s arm, pausing a moment to mouth at Subaru’s collarbone before tilting his head to kiss his mouth.