distractions/kink bingo fill
Title: Distractions
Pairing/Group: Tanaka Koki/Nakamaru Yuichi
Rating/Warnings: R-- steampunk AU, crossdressing
Word Count: 2736
Summary: Koki needs something to take his mind off of things like missing Junno.
Notes: This was written for the gender play square of my second kink bingo card. I do hope it fits the prompt well. Additionally, this is set between the first and second installments of je_levy's steampunk AU, but this should read well enough as a standalone. As always, thanks to je_levy for idea-baseball, beta-sticking, and letting me play in her sandbox, as well as to sekky_chan for excellent gdocs lurking, as usual. <3
It’s a dreary day, dull. It isn't that the weather is terrible, though; it’s that Junno has been sent away to the Eastern Front.
Koki had pretended that it didn't bother him, pretended that the day before he'd left was just another day, but it does bother him. He feels as if some part of him has been ripped away.
Yucchi is still around, still puttering away in his study. Koki hasn't seen him though. He hasn't left his bed, much less bathed or properly combed his hair. He's content to lie in his filthy clothes, tangled in his sheets, until the end of his days.
Koki knows he's being melodramatic, but he can't help it. He just doesn't want to do anything, not without Junno's comforting and sometimes unsettling presence nearby.
He's content to stay in bed, again, for the day when a sharp rap sounds at his bedroom door. His guest doesn't bother to wait for his invitation, and Koki doesn't bother to roll over to see who's come to disturb him.
The bed dips with the weight of his guest; only his eyes move as he looks up at Yucchi. His shirt is neat, pressed, and his bronze eyepatch glints in the sunlight. He doesn't look like he misses Junno at all, and for some reason that upsets Koki even more.
"Come now, Koki. You've got to get up." Yucchi's voice is kind yet stern, and Koki almost feels like obeying him. "I have a function to attend this evening, and I'd like for you to come with me."
"Really?" Koki looks up, unable to help himself.
"Yes, black tie only. I know you'll think it's dull, but I think the same of these things."
"Well... okay," Koki says, finally shoving back the covers. "What time do I have to be ready by?"
"How about five? We'll need to get there by six for dinner." Yucchi smiles down at him, and Koki feels a little less despondent. He nods, and Yucchi helps him sit up. "I'll run the bath for you; looks like those clothes are nearly stuck to you."
Koki scowls at Yucchi's smirk, but he finally gets out of bed. The tile floor is cold under his feet as he pads after Yucchi to his bathroom and he leaves a trail of clothes behind himself. Steam rises from the tub, and Yucchi presses a kiss to Koki's forehead as he leaves.
"I'll be in my study, Koki."
He nods absently as he slides into the hot water, hissing at the warmth. Koki takes a deep breath and submerges himself fully; his hair is a greasy mess, and now that he's gotten up, he does feel gross.
Blindly he grabs for the shampoo, lathering up and rinsing twice for good measure before proceeding with washing himself. It's been a while since he's dressed up; perhaps this evening he'll go out as Maria. Ladies' black tie is much more fun than men's, and Koki chooses a spicy citrus soap.
Koki only lingers a short while in the tub. He grimaces at himself in the mirror, taking the time to shave thoroughly; he’s far too scruffy to go out as his feminine alter ego. He dries off quickly after that, wrapping his towel around his waist as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. His hair is tangled, and he has a fierce battle with his comb. In the end, he's victorious, as well as dry, and he considers the clothes in his chifforobe.
Red would be lovely, but maybe something softer and more subdued would be better. Koki has a peach satin dress tucked away in the back, complete with a modest bustle and belled sleeves. The neckline is sweetheart-cut, and Koki has a corset that will help his silhouette.
Before Koki goes any further, he paws through his chest of drawers for underthings. The corset he's got in mind is black silk with ribbon garter suspenders; he needs matching bloomers as well as stockings. Once he's chosen his foundation layer, he takes them to his sofa and drops his towel. The bloomers go on first; they're the easiest to get into. Koki's corset is a little trickier, though, but he's figured out a way to get into it alone.
First Koki adjusts the lacing in the back; it doesn't have to be completely perfect, but he likes to do his best. Then he steps into it and pulls it up. He looks in his mirror to make sure it's lined up correctly, and then tightens the hooks in front. Finally Koki carefully pulls his stockings on, hooking them to his garters and stretching to make sure everything is in its proper place.
He returns to his chifforobe and removes the dress from its hanger. Koki slips it over his head, smoothing the wrinkles out. A glance in the mirror and he adjusts the bustle and the neckline, and then it's time to choose shoes. There's a pair of soft leather boots he hasn't worn that often, with ribbon laces. The tops of them turn down, and Koki thinks they're very ladylike, what with their kitten heels.
Fully dressed, Koki returns to the bathroom one more time. His hair has dried completely, and he wonders what he can do with it. He chews his bottom lip as he thinks, and then remembers the wig he’s got stowed away on the top shelf of the chifforobe. He’d gotten it as part of a disguise for Yucchi’s quest against the corruption in Parliament, and he’d stubbornly held on to it since, along with the dress he’d worn then. Koki retrieves it from its shelf and returns to the mirror to make sure he’s got it on perfectly before he clips it in place. Gently, he brushes out the curls and checks his reflection one last time. Koki grabs a fan from his dresser table, and then makes his way to Yucchi’s study. He’s finished getting ready in plenty of time; maybe he can help Yucchi finish too.
The door is shut when he gets to it; Koki knocks once before entering. Yucchi looks up as he enters, his stern expression softening as he takes in Koki’s outfit. He rises from behind his desk and crosses the room, taking one of Koki’s hands in both of his. They’re calloused a bit, but his touch is gentle as he presses a kiss against Koki’s knuckles. “A pleasure to see you again, Maria,” he says as he leads Koki to one of the armchairs in front of his desk.
“I still have to change, Maria. Excuse me for a moment.” Yucchi steps out of the room, and Koki folds his hands in his lap demurely. The clock above the mantel ticks patiently, and Koki tries not to jog his crossed legs up and down. Finally the door creaks open, and Yucchi reappears; he’s dressed in his stiff black dress uniform, brass buttons glinting in the late afternoon sun as he adjusts his crimson sash. “Ready?”
Koki takes the hand that Yucchi offers and rises from his seat. “Yes,” he says, speaking more softly than usual. Yucchi loops an arm around Koki’s waist, free hand still holding Koki’s. It feels nice, and it’s good to actually get up and do something. Missing Junno is still a deep ache in his chest, but Koki isn’t thinking that hard about it right now.
Yucchi leads Koki to the motorcade and assists him with his shawl and in settling side-saddle between his legs on one of the motorbikes. The ride is silent, and Koki presses into Yucchi’s warmth and wool. The scent of his pipe tobacco is heady, and Koki drinks it in.
Once Yucchi parks and helps him hop down from the bike, he escorts Koki up the steps into a nondescript building. It doesn’t look like it would be a swanky meeting place, but looks are deceiving because once they enter the foyer, everything is rich dark panelling and expensive looking tapestries. Groups of well-dressed military men and society ladies are gathered at tables, and Yucchi leads Koki to one in the corner.
Years of training have conditioned Yucchi to sit with his back to the wall; Koki would laugh, but he knows it’s just a habit. Yucchi pulls out his chair first and then takes the seat to his right. He’s quite the gentleman.
Koki isn’t listening when Yucchi orders their meal or drinks; he’s too busy looking around at all of the other guests. He wonders what this function is for, but forgets about that in favor of leaning closer to Yucchi. One arm slings comfortably around his shoulders, and Koki indulges in the warmth. Usually Yucchi isn’t that hands-on, and this is nice.
An older man with a lapel full of medals gets up. The quiet chatter in the room falls silent as he begins to speak, and shortly thereafter, Koki is more preoccupied with the dainty food set before him. The salad is crisp, the beef tender, and all of it is delicious. Unfortunately it doesn’t hold his attention long.
Koki drops his right hand to the table, casually as if he’s resting it there. The next moment, he’s gotten it under the table and in Yucchi’s lap, high on his thigh. Out of the corner of his eye, Koki sees Yucchi look askance at him, but that’s all as he refocuses on the speaker. That won’t do at all. He walks his fingers higher, intent as he gropes him roughly through his stiff trousers.
That gets more of a reaction from Yucchi, and Koki can’t help but smirk a bit. Without turning his head, Koki deliberately moves his hand, glad for the tablecloth that hides his arm from view. Yucchi shifts uncomfortably and hisses under his breath. “Maria, no.”
Koki pouts a little, but stops moving his hand. Thankfully, the drone of the speaker has ceased, and everyone is applauding. Reluctantly, Koki removes his hand to do the same. In the lull, the servers have switched out the remains of dinner for dessert, and Koki is distracted from teasing by the lemon custard in front of him.
“How come, Yucchi?” Koki is beginning to get bored.
“Being in public aside, Maria, never on the first date. It’s unseemly.”
Something about the way Yucchi says it so nonchalantly and returns to his drink irks Koki. He isn’t unseemly, not one bit! Yucchi seems to notice his frown, and he rests one hand atop his. “I want to treat you like a lady, not some common floozy.”
That mollifies Koki, and he behaves. Several of Yucchi’s colleagues stop by their table, along with their guests for the evening, and he can’t help but smile winningly. He chats with the ladies regarding the latest fashions, and bashfully accepts compliments from the men. Koki is glad he’s gotten out of bed for this, and glad that Yucchi had asked him to come. He only seemed to be all necessity and duty.
The evening finally winds down, and Yucchi takes Koki’s hand once again as they leave. When they return to the manor, Yucchi escorts Koki to his room and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. “I’d like for you to step into my parlour, General,” Koki whispers, smiling as demurely as he can. Yucchi nods, something like hunger flashing in his eye, and follows.
“Please, have a seat,” Koki says, gesturing toward the sofa. “I need to freshen up.” Koki must get out of his shoes. He also must get his drawers out of the way, as well as retrieve the bottle of oil he keeps in one of the bathroom drawers. His bedside table is slightly in sight of the parlour, and he wants to ambush Yucchi. They aren’t in public anymore, so it should be fair game.
Koki shuts the bathroom door behind himself and stoops to yank at his ribbons. He sighs in relief as he kicks his boots off, and then hikes his skirts up to unfasten his garters. It’s only a moment before his underwear is crumpled in the floor; he can deal with that later. He’s got other matters to attend to.
Yucchi is sitting straight backed against the couch, nearly at attention. Koki smiles, and Yucchi returns it as Koki settles in his lap.
“Pardon my forwardness, sir, but I believe you have something I want.” Koki’s skirts are bunched up around his hips, and Yucchi’s got his hands at his waist.
“Oh?”
“Yes.” Koki surges forward, hands fisted in Yucchi’s lapels, and kisses him roughly. He makes an approving noise, both hands slipping under Koki’s skirts and squeezing his bare flesh.
“Someone is all sorts of improper, I see.” Yucchi nips at Koki’s lower lip, and he drags one hand away long enough to take Koki’s vial from him. While he’s occupied with that, Koki goes for his trousers, groping hard before unfastening the buttons and pulling them open. The way Yucchi growls at that is absolutely delicious, and Koki moans in response.
In Koki’s distraction with Yucchi’s trousers, the other had managed to slide two slick fingers into him. He strokes Yucchi to full hardness and makes a blind grab for the oil; Yucchi obliges and spills some into his hand, and Koki returns to his own task. Once Yucchi’s slick enough, Koki grabs at the back of the couch and shifts forward; Yucchi assists, and he has the presence of mind not to grab at Koki’s satin with his oily fingers.
Koki sinks down onto Yucchi, holding him steady with his free hand. He sighs when he’s settled, and Yucchi nuzzles against his throat as he adjusts. “Ready?” he murmurs, and Koki can’t seem to find his voice so he nods, curls tickling his back.
It’s slow and gentle at first as Yucchi pulls out. His lips rove up and down Koki’s throat and along his collar bones, and Koki is nearly breathless. Yucchi bucks up, gasping, and it seems as if he’s holding back. Koki swallows, and it takes a few tries to make his voice work. “I won’t break,” he says firmly.
“Sometimes I wonder,” Yucchi replies, thrusting harder. Koki thinks they might be having two different conversations, but he pushes all of those thoughts aside. He’ll go over them later, some other time. He loses himself in Yucchi’s hold, tongue tangling with his as he leans forward again.
Koki can feel himself getting close, and he finally works a hand under all of his clothes and around himself. He strokes once, twice, and then he’s shuddering around Yucchi as the other holds him steady in his arms. Yucchi follows shortly after that, and he crushes Koki even closer to his chest.
Koki isn’t sure how long they stay entwined. Yucchi simply holds him, one hand absently stroking the back of his neck. “I miss him,” Koki whispers, burying his face in Yucchi’s neck. His sash is rough.
“I know.” Yucchi’s palms are warm on his back. “Join me in my room tonight,” he says. “It’s been too quiet there.”
“‘Kay,” Koki whispers. He tells himself he just has something in his eye when they begin to feel misty, and Yucchi doesn’t comment. Koki is grateful, and he gingerly peels himself out of Yucchi’s hold. He’s still managed to make a mess of his dress, but it was well worth it.
Yucchi does up his trousers and stands, helping Koki unclip his wig and pull his dress up over his head. His fingers tickle as they loosen the laces of Koki’s corset, and then Yucchi is pulling that from Koki as well. Koki’s stockings have long since rolled down, and he balances on one foot as he pulls them off.
Yucchi pulls a pair of breeches from Koki’s dresser and offers them to him wordlessly. Once Koki’s pulled them on, he takes Yucchi’s hand and pulls him out of the room and down the hall. This time he helps Yucchi out of his clothes, undoing buttons carefully and making sure the jacket hangs just so when he puts it away.
Both of them are quiet as they lie tangled in the sheets. Koki may not have Junno at his side, but he’s still got Yucchi, and he falls asleep to Yucchi’s fingers combing through his hair.
Pairing/Group: Tanaka Koki/Nakamaru Yuichi
Rating/Warnings: R-- steampunk AU, crossdressing
Word Count: 2736
Summary: Koki needs something to take his mind off of things like missing Junno.
Notes: This was written for the gender play square of my second kink bingo card. I do hope it fits the prompt well. Additionally, this is set between the first and second installments of je_levy's steampunk AU, but this should read well enough as a standalone. As always, thanks to je_levy for idea-baseball, beta-sticking, and letting me play in her sandbox, as well as to sekky_chan for excellent gdocs lurking, as usual. <3
It’s a dreary day, dull. It isn't that the weather is terrible, though; it’s that Junno has been sent away to the Eastern Front.
Koki had pretended that it didn't bother him, pretended that the day before he'd left was just another day, but it does bother him. He feels as if some part of him has been ripped away.
Yucchi is still around, still puttering away in his study. Koki hasn't seen him though. He hasn't left his bed, much less bathed or properly combed his hair. He's content to lie in his filthy clothes, tangled in his sheets, until the end of his days.
Koki knows he's being melodramatic, but he can't help it. He just doesn't want to do anything, not without Junno's comforting and sometimes unsettling presence nearby.
He's content to stay in bed, again, for the day when a sharp rap sounds at his bedroom door. His guest doesn't bother to wait for his invitation, and Koki doesn't bother to roll over to see who's come to disturb him.
The bed dips with the weight of his guest; only his eyes move as he looks up at Yucchi. His shirt is neat, pressed, and his bronze eyepatch glints in the sunlight. He doesn't look like he misses Junno at all, and for some reason that upsets Koki even more.
"Come now, Koki. You've got to get up." Yucchi's voice is kind yet stern, and Koki almost feels like obeying him. "I have a function to attend this evening, and I'd like for you to come with me."
"Really?" Koki looks up, unable to help himself.
"Yes, black tie only. I know you'll think it's dull, but I think the same of these things."
"Well... okay," Koki says, finally shoving back the covers. "What time do I have to be ready by?"
"How about five? We'll need to get there by six for dinner." Yucchi smiles down at him, and Koki feels a little less despondent. He nods, and Yucchi helps him sit up. "I'll run the bath for you; looks like those clothes are nearly stuck to you."
Koki scowls at Yucchi's smirk, but he finally gets out of bed. The tile floor is cold under his feet as he pads after Yucchi to his bathroom and he leaves a trail of clothes behind himself. Steam rises from the tub, and Yucchi presses a kiss to Koki's forehead as he leaves.
"I'll be in my study, Koki."
He nods absently as he slides into the hot water, hissing at the warmth. Koki takes a deep breath and submerges himself fully; his hair is a greasy mess, and now that he's gotten up, he does feel gross.
Blindly he grabs for the shampoo, lathering up and rinsing twice for good measure before proceeding with washing himself. It's been a while since he's dressed up; perhaps this evening he'll go out as Maria. Ladies' black tie is much more fun than men's, and Koki chooses a spicy citrus soap.
Koki only lingers a short while in the tub. He grimaces at himself in the mirror, taking the time to shave thoroughly; he’s far too scruffy to go out as his feminine alter ego. He dries off quickly after that, wrapping his towel around his waist as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. His hair is tangled, and he has a fierce battle with his comb. In the end, he's victorious, as well as dry, and he considers the clothes in his chifforobe.
Red would be lovely, but maybe something softer and more subdued would be better. Koki has a peach satin dress tucked away in the back, complete with a modest bustle and belled sleeves. The neckline is sweetheart-cut, and Koki has a corset that will help his silhouette.
Before Koki goes any further, he paws through his chest of drawers for underthings. The corset he's got in mind is black silk with ribbon garter suspenders; he needs matching bloomers as well as stockings. Once he's chosen his foundation layer, he takes them to his sofa and drops his towel. The bloomers go on first; they're the easiest to get into. Koki's corset is a little trickier, though, but he's figured out a way to get into it alone.
First Koki adjusts the lacing in the back; it doesn't have to be completely perfect, but he likes to do his best. Then he steps into it and pulls it up. He looks in his mirror to make sure it's lined up correctly, and then tightens the hooks in front. Finally Koki carefully pulls his stockings on, hooking them to his garters and stretching to make sure everything is in its proper place.
He returns to his chifforobe and removes the dress from its hanger. Koki slips it over his head, smoothing the wrinkles out. A glance in the mirror and he adjusts the bustle and the neckline, and then it's time to choose shoes. There's a pair of soft leather boots he hasn't worn that often, with ribbon laces. The tops of them turn down, and Koki thinks they're very ladylike, what with their kitten heels.
Fully dressed, Koki returns to the bathroom one more time. His hair has dried completely, and he wonders what he can do with it. He chews his bottom lip as he thinks, and then remembers the wig he’s got stowed away on the top shelf of the chifforobe. He’d gotten it as part of a disguise for Yucchi’s quest against the corruption in Parliament, and he’d stubbornly held on to it since, along with the dress he’d worn then. Koki retrieves it from its shelf and returns to the mirror to make sure he’s got it on perfectly before he clips it in place. Gently, he brushes out the curls and checks his reflection one last time. Koki grabs a fan from his dresser table, and then makes his way to Yucchi’s study. He’s finished getting ready in plenty of time; maybe he can help Yucchi finish too.
The door is shut when he gets to it; Koki knocks once before entering. Yucchi looks up as he enters, his stern expression softening as he takes in Koki’s outfit. He rises from behind his desk and crosses the room, taking one of Koki’s hands in both of his. They’re calloused a bit, but his touch is gentle as he presses a kiss against Koki’s knuckles. “A pleasure to see you again, Maria,” he says as he leads Koki to one of the armchairs in front of his desk.
“I still have to change, Maria. Excuse me for a moment.” Yucchi steps out of the room, and Koki folds his hands in his lap demurely. The clock above the mantel ticks patiently, and Koki tries not to jog his crossed legs up and down. Finally the door creaks open, and Yucchi reappears; he’s dressed in his stiff black dress uniform, brass buttons glinting in the late afternoon sun as he adjusts his crimson sash. “Ready?”
Koki takes the hand that Yucchi offers and rises from his seat. “Yes,” he says, speaking more softly than usual. Yucchi loops an arm around Koki’s waist, free hand still holding Koki’s. It feels nice, and it’s good to actually get up and do something. Missing Junno is still a deep ache in his chest, but Koki isn’t thinking that hard about it right now.
Yucchi leads Koki to the motorcade and assists him with his shawl and in settling side-saddle between his legs on one of the motorbikes. The ride is silent, and Koki presses into Yucchi’s warmth and wool. The scent of his pipe tobacco is heady, and Koki drinks it in.
Once Yucchi parks and helps him hop down from the bike, he escorts Koki up the steps into a nondescript building. It doesn’t look like it would be a swanky meeting place, but looks are deceiving because once they enter the foyer, everything is rich dark panelling and expensive looking tapestries. Groups of well-dressed military men and society ladies are gathered at tables, and Yucchi leads Koki to one in the corner.
Years of training have conditioned Yucchi to sit with his back to the wall; Koki would laugh, but he knows it’s just a habit. Yucchi pulls out his chair first and then takes the seat to his right. He’s quite the gentleman.
Koki isn’t listening when Yucchi orders their meal or drinks; he’s too busy looking around at all of the other guests. He wonders what this function is for, but forgets about that in favor of leaning closer to Yucchi. One arm slings comfortably around his shoulders, and Koki indulges in the warmth. Usually Yucchi isn’t that hands-on, and this is nice.
An older man with a lapel full of medals gets up. The quiet chatter in the room falls silent as he begins to speak, and shortly thereafter, Koki is more preoccupied with the dainty food set before him. The salad is crisp, the beef tender, and all of it is delicious. Unfortunately it doesn’t hold his attention long.
Koki drops his right hand to the table, casually as if he’s resting it there. The next moment, he’s gotten it under the table and in Yucchi’s lap, high on his thigh. Out of the corner of his eye, Koki sees Yucchi look askance at him, but that’s all as he refocuses on the speaker. That won’t do at all. He walks his fingers higher, intent as he gropes him roughly through his stiff trousers.
That gets more of a reaction from Yucchi, and Koki can’t help but smirk a bit. Without turning his head, Koki deliberately moves his hand, glad for the tablecloth that hides his arm from view. Yucchi shifts uncomfortably and hisses under his breath. “Maria, no.”
Koki pouts a little, but stops moving his hand. Thankfully, the drone of the speaker has ceased, and everyone is applauding. Reluctantly, Koki removes his hand to do the same. In the lull, the servers have switched out the remains of dinner for dessert, and Koki is distracted from teasing by the lemon custard in front of him.
“How come, Yucchi?” Koki is beginning to get bored.
“Being in public aside, Maria, never on the first date. It’s unseemly.”
Something about the way Yucchi says it so nonchalantly and returns to his drink irks Koki. He isn’t unseemly, not one bit! Yucchi seems to notice his frown, and he rests one hand atop his. “I want to treat you like a lady, not some common floozy.”
That mollifies Koki, and he behaves. Several of Yucchi’s colleagues stop by their table, along with their guests for the evening, and he can’t help but smile winningly. He chats with the ladies regarding the latest fashions, and bashfully accepts compliments from the men. Koki is glad he’s gotten out of bed for this, and glad that Yucchi had asked him to come. He only seemed to be all necessity and duty.
The evening finally winds down, and Yucchi takes Koki’s hand once again as they leave. When they return to the manor, Yucchi escorts Koki to his room and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. “I’d like for you to step into my parlour, General,” Koki whispers, smiling as demurely as he can. Yucchi nods, something like hunger flashing in his eye, and follows.
“Please, have a seat,” Koki says, gesturing toward the sofa. “I need to freshen up.” Koki must get out of his shoes. He also must get his drawers out of the way, as well as retrieve the bottle of oil he keeps in one of the bathroom drawers. His bedside table is slightly in sight of the parlour, and he wants to ambush Yucchi. They aren’t in public anymore, so it should be fair game.
Koki shuts the bathroom door behind himself and stoops to yank at his ribbons. He sighs in relief as he kicks his boots off, and then hikes his skirts up to unfasten his garters. It’s only a moment before his underwear is crumpled in the floor; he can deal with that later. He’s got other matters to attend to.
Yucchi is sitting straight backed against the couch, nearly at attention. Koki smiles, and Yucchi returns it as Koki settles in his lap.
“Pardon my forwardness, sir, but I believe you have something I want.” Koki’s skirts are bunched up around his hips, and Yucchi’s got his hands at his waist.
“Oh?”
“Yes.” Koki surges forward, hands fisted in Yucchi’s lapels, and kisses him roughly. He makes an approving noise, both hands slipping under Koki’s skirts and squeezing his bare flesh.
“Someone is all sorts of improper, I see.” Yucchi nips at Koki’s lower lip, and he drags one hand away long enough to take Koki’s vial from him. While he’s occupied with that, Koki goes for his trousers, groping hard before unfastening the buttons and pulling them open. The way Yucchi growls at that is absolutely delicious, and Koki moans in response.
In Koki’s distraction with Yucchi’s trousers, the other had managed to slide two slick fingers into him. He strokes Yucchi to full hardness and makes a blind grab for the oil; Yucchi obliges and spills some into his hand, and Koki returns to his own task. Once Yucchi’s slick enough, Koki grabs at the back of the couch and shifts forward; Yucchi assists, and he has the presence of mind not to grab at Koki’s satin with his oily fingers.
Koki sinks down onto Yucchi, holding him steady with his free hand. He sighs when he’s settled, and Yucchi nuzzles against his throat as he adjusts. “Ready?” he murmurs, and Koki can’t seem to find his voice so he nods, curls tickling his back.
It’s slow and gentle at first as Yucchi pulls out. His lips rove up and down Koki’s throat and along his collar bones, and Koki is nearly breathless. Yucchi bucks up, gasping, and it seems as if he’s holding back. Koki swallows, and it takes a few tries to make his voice work. “I won’t break,” he says firmly.
“Sometimes I wonder,” Yucchi replies, thrusting harder. Koki thinks they might be having two different conversations, but he pushes all of those thoughts aside. He’ll go over them later, some other time. He loses himself in Yucchi’s hold, tongue tangling with his as he leans forward again.
Koki can feel himself getting close, and he finally works a hand under all of his clothes and around himself. He strokes once, twice, and then he’s shuddering around Yucchi as the other holds him steady in his arms. Yucchi follows shortly after that, and he crushes Koki even closer to his chest.
Koki isn’t sure how long they stay entwined. Yucchi simply holds him, one hand absently stroking the back of his neck. “I miss him,” Koki whispers, burying his face in Yucchi’s neck. His sash is rough.
“I know.” Yucchi’s palms are warm on his back. “Join me in my room tonight,” he says. “It’s been too quiet there.”
“‘Kay,” Koki whispers. He tells himself he just has something in his eye when they begin to feel misty, and Yucchi doesn’t comment. Koki is grateful, and he gingerly peels himself out of Yucchi’s hold. He’s still managed to make a mess of his dress, but it was well worth it.
Yucchi does up his trousers and stands, helping Koki unclip his wig and pull his dress up over his head. His fingers tickle as they loosen the laces of Koki’s corset, and then Yucchi is pulling that from Koki as well. Koki’s stockings have long since rolled down, and he balances on one foot as he pulls them off.
Yucchi pulls a pair of breeches from Koki’s dresser and offers them to him wordlessly. Once Koki’s pulled them on, he takes Yucchi’s hand and pulls him out of the room and down the hall. This time he helps Yucchi out of his clothes, undoing buttons carefully and making sure the jacket hangs just so when he puts it away.
Both of them are quiet as they lie tangled in the sheets. Koki may not have Junno at his side, but he’s still got Yucchi, and he falls asleep to Yucchi’s fingers combing through his hair.