Patience is a Virtue (2/2)
anonymous
June 15 2010, 16:08:33 UTC
The use of his first name surprises him just a little bit; he's too used to hearing the affectionate Kida-kun from years ago. Mikado looks up, and Masaomi's heart does a little skip, because the eyes staring right back at him are a little sharper, a little bluer (have they always been this bright?), and-Kida wonders if he should ask where Mikado buys his contact lenses. (Or maybe he is sick, because his face feels a little hotter just now, but not that he'll admit to Mikado any time soon.)
"Masaomi." Mikado repeats, his own hands reaching under his t-shirt and gripping Masaomi's wrists, slowly drawing them back out into daylight. "I think a lesson is in order. And I think I'll begin in bed. What say you to that, Masaomi?" Mikado gives a little purr at the end, to give the final push - not that he needs to.
Kida jumps on the chance and grins mischievously. "I have no objec-achoo!"
"Good, I'm glad we see things my way," Mikado smiles winningly, pulling both of them up by their still-linked hands. He walks backwards, tugging Kida to his futon. Squatting (and bringing the blond down with him), he releases his grip and none too gently pushes Masaomi so he's lying flat on his back. The next second, he's covered with a blanket already. Then Mikado sits on top of him.
With the blanket in between.
Masaomi whines. And stops when he feels a sneeze tickling his nose.
"Masaomi, you're going to listen to me very carefully." Mikado leans in, inadvertently (or on purpose? Kida can't tell, not when their lips are almost touching and if only he can just reach up a few centimetres-!) applying more pressure on the lower halves of their bodies. "You're going to rid yourself of this cold before we go any further than this. Do us both a favour and get better by tomorrow, because you aren't the only one waiting, okay?"
Mikado exhales softly in Kida's ear, and, satisfied with the obedience, makes his way back to his table, where his homework is waiting. "Oh, and one more thing, Masaomi."
The blond turns his head without ruffling the blanket (Mikado smirks at this, in his head). "If you as much try to pin the blame of getting a cold on me again, I'll make sure you stay bed-ridden for a few days."
Kida's face is darker than pink, but he can't help but grin at the idea Mikado proposes. He hides his face in the blanket - not out of embarrassment, thank you very much - and thinks that he should probably try both options, just for the sake of milking every second he's lost while sick.
- - - And that's that! Sorry it's so short, OP. OTL
"Masaomi." Mikado repeats, his own hands reaching under his t-shirt and gripping Masaomi's wrists, slowly drawing them back out into daylight. "I think a lesson is in order. And I think I'll begin in bed. What say you to that, Masaomi?" Mikado gives a little purr at the end, to give the final push - not that he needs to.
Kida jumps on the chance and grins mischievously. "I have no objec-achoo!"
"Good, I'm glad we see things my way," Mikado smiles winningly, pulling both of them up by their still-linked hands. He walks backwards, tugging Kida to his futon. Squatting (and bringing the blond down with him), he releases his grip and none too gently pushes Masaomi so he's lying flat on his back. The next second, he's covered with a blanket already. Then Mikado sits on top of him.
With the blanket in between.
Masaomi whines. And stops when he feels a sneeze tickling his nose.
"Masaomi, you're going to listen to me very carefully." Mikado leans in, inadvertently (or on purpose? Kida can't tell, not when their lips are almost touching and if only he can just reach up a few centimetres-!) applying more pressure on the lower halves of their bodies. "You're going to rid yourself of this cold before we go any further than this. Do us both a favour and get better by tomorrow, because you aren't the only one waiting, okay?"
Mikado exhales softly in Kida's ear, and, satisfied with the obedience, makes his way back to his table, where his homework is waiting. "Oh, and one more thing, Masaomi."
The blond turns his head without ruffling the blanket (Mikado smirks at this, in his head). "If you as much try to pin the blame of getting a cold on me again, I'll make sure you stay bed-ridden for a few days."
Kida's face is darker than pink, but he can't help but grin at the idea Mikado proposes. He hides his face in the blanket - not out of embarrassment, thank you very much - and thinks that he should probably try both options, just for the sake of milking every second he's lost while sick.
- - -
And that's that! Sorry it's so short, OP. OTL
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And boss!Mikado~! I love you~! D:
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Thank you so much anon!!! ;A; That was just beautiful and just as I wanted it.
I love you <3333
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