BV7: It's Better to Give Than to Receive
Original Prompt: Stophavingfun and Kitty Panties. 'Nuff said :3
Yuri's reservations were for late evening. Ivan had never gone to a restaurant that late before. The few times a month he actually went to a restaurant instead of having ramen up in his room, Ivan never went out that late by himself. When he went out with the other heroes, it always felt like a party which had a totally different atmosphere. Going to a restaurant together with Yuri felt... Well, it felt like a date.
When the thought finally hit him that Oh my god, I'm going out with Yuri to a restaurant, he at first felt nervous and then it only got worse when he started to suddenly feel under-dressed. This wasn't one of their spontaneous burger runs. This was a restaurant that Yuri had reservations for - for two people, obviously. He thought ahead on this one and clearly did it with the intention of taking him out.
But really, he should have allowed Ivan the time to mentally prepare himself. All he told him was to make sure he was ready and when Ivan asked when the reservations were for, it sounded like he had a lot of time. Except then, Yuri explained that he wanted to be there ahead of time, not right on time because apparently reservations wait for no one. Ivan wouldn't know. He hadn't been anywhere with reservations in his life. As far as he knew, Over-N-Out didn't do those.
Heart up in his throat, Ivan quickly dashed off to Yuri's bedroom and started pulling through his drawers, looking for whatever things he had stored at his house that may look better than his usual thing. He felt like such a failure, though. He left a lot of his favorite clothes over at Yuri's out of convenience nowadays, but he hadn't left anything that looked 'nice' for going out. It was all clothes that were good for watching anime or playing games in.
First thing was first: he had to take a shower after what Yuri had done to him with the honey. While Yuri was finishing what Ivan had interrupted, he ran into the bathroom and showered faster than he ever had before.
He came back to the bedroom with only a towel around his waist and shut the door behind himself. Not that Yuri hadn't... ever seen him naked before, but...
The towel was dropped to the floor and he stood there for a moment while he puzzled over whether he kept underwear at Yuri's. He didn't... think so. Although upon checking out the top drawer of his dresser, he found a clean stack of... character panties; the exact kind he had worn for Yuri when he dressed up in the cosplay of his MMO character. Each pair was a different style with different designs on them.
Ivan didn't even question why he had them. His only other option was stealing a pair of Yuri's and he couldn't decide which one sounded kinkier; wearing panties with cute kittens on them or wearing a pair of briefs that belonged to his... boyfriend.
That actually sounded tempting, if only because he knew he'd be thinking about it for the rest of the night until they got home, although he knew that such thoughts would just inevitably lead him to many awkward public boners. He took a pair of the character panties instead, but once he had them on, he remembered why he found them so erotic when he first wore that pair.
They fit him like a glove and clung snugly around every curve and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. On top of that, seeing his dick sounded by cute stripes and adorable kittens just did something unexplainable to him. He had to force himself not to think about it, though.
If he really wanted a third option, it was going to be wearing the pair he had on before, which now had honey and cum on them. He hadn't really been thinking before he pulled them back on...
He held up his choice of pants and decided that a straighter leg was the way to go. What was with this horrible selection of anime shirts, though? Now that he was thinking about the kind of shit he wore, he was surprised that Yuri even managed to find him attractive while he was wearing some of these things. All he knew was that he couldn't go out wearing a shirt with Konata's face on it...
And then the door opened and Yuri walked in like it was his room.
Oh, right. Thankfully, Yuri hadn't looked at him upon entering, so Ivan covered himself up with the pants and shirt he was holding and tried not to blush too hard.
“Find something to wear?” Yuri asked. He glanced behind himself and then did a double-take when he saw what Ivan was holding. He crossed the room with heavy steps and snatched the shameful Konata shirt from him, which left only a pair of pants as Ivan's cover. He wished he had heard Yuri coming so he could have put them on, but there hadn't been the time. “As cute as I find this, you can't wear something like this to the place we're going to.”
Ivan nodded and cleared his throat to try to sound more steady. “I know that... It would be embarrassing to wear something like that out to dinner where a bunch of people could see anyway, you know?” He didn't even want to think about how embarrassing it would be to have a whole restaurant know he was wearing girl's underwear.
The thought of something like that really shouldn't have been making his heart race in the good kind of way... Right? Had he really finally stooped to that kind of level? He'd get laughed off of any board and called a creeper or a lolicon if he admitted to enjoying wearing character panties.
But it was his interest, so that meant that it was nobody else's business anyway, so...
He didn't have the time to be trying to rationalize that. Yuri was opening his drawers again and looking through them with the focused intent of apparently finding Ivan something more suitable to wear. He gave up with the drawer items after a minute and went off to his closet. A second later, he emerged holding a hanger with a nicely pressed white button-up shirt. Ivan didn't even know Yuri would own such a shirt like that with short sleeves.
Yuri handed him the shirt and then went back into the closet and came out again with a shirt to go underneath and a purple tie.
“I hardly ever wear that tie myself, but it strikes me as your color,” he explained, to which Ivan couldn't disagree. He and the other heroes were practically color-coded now as it was and purple was 'his color'. He was glad it was a color he liked, at least. He couldn't imagine how much it would have sucked if all of his merchandise came in brown or something.
The next time Yuri turned around to close the closet door, Ivan hastily pulled on the pants he was holding and buttoned them up. Yuri was none the wiser when he looked back at him and still looked at him in that way of his while he watched him put the shirt on.
If it weren't for the more casual pants, he would have looked like he belonged in an office, Ivan thought when he appraised his image in the mirror. Yuri approached him from behind and reached around to the front of him to straighten his tie. Ivan had to still the beating of his heart when he realized that they kind of matched.
“There,” Yuri said with a nod when he backed up. “You look acceptable now.”
“Just acceptable?” Ivan sighed, though he knew that he probably couldn't ask to be much more than 'acceptable' given his choices of clothing.
Yuri grabbed him by one shoulder and gently started leading him toward the door. “Would you I rather have said 'presentable'? You look...” His words paused but he kept walking down the stairs outside his room.
“Hm?” Ivan hummed, inclining his head back to the side to try to give him a curious look. “I look...?”
Yuri closed his eyes and sighed hard through his nose. “Nothing.”
Ohoho... That indeed did mean something and Ivan felt assured that it wasn't anything negative either. He thought Yuri would be better at concealing his feelings than that, but he had basically given himself away by sighing and looking away from him like that. It was as if looking at him right now were just too much for him to handle. Short sleeves and a tie were a thing, huh? He should have known better than to dress him like that then.
As it was, Ivan already had his own method of tempting him later if he wanted...
After a short drive in Yuri's very nice car, they got to the restaurant where he had the reservations. There were lights on the outside, a little patio, people who looked like they had tons of money sipping drinks that looked like they cost tons of money. Even if he had the prestigious title of 'hero', Ivan didn't make enough to be like one of these people, so he felt awkward as soon as he stepped even one foot into the building.
Burgers really were his thing after all. And when the thought of that occurred to him, he feared that he wouldn't be able to even find such a thing as a burger on the menu.
A beautiful waitress guided them to the seat Yuri had reserved, which was apparently his 'usual'. Just how often did he visit a place like this, Ivan wondered? Not like he doubted he could afford it, but... He didn't understand the appeal of it yet at all. Maybe he just enjoyed the royal service they treated him.
This 'usual spot' of his was pretty nice. While they walked through the restaurant to reach it, Ivan was afraid of what the other patrons were thinking about them. He felt like sitting off in a corner alone if they were all going to stare at him like he was the young fling of judge Yuri Petrov who happened to be his 'benefactor' or something... Whatever they were thinking, it was probably horrible. That was just his conclusion. However, the table that he had reserved was in a fairly private spot near the back where they were partitioned by half a wall from the rest of the restaurant. The lighting was low and their table was angled in a way that allowed them to keep their business as their business unless somebody decided to get up and invade their space.
Still, when they sat down, Ivan had a number of questions lingering.
“You're not, like... Afraid of people seeing me with you?”
Yuri picked up his menu and shrugged casually. “Not really. Not at this place, at least. I'm not worried about the people who regular here.”
Ivan leaned his elbows on the table and put his chin in his palms to think. When Yuri gave him a stern glare, he quickly removed his elbows and tried to keep them planted at his sides, reminding himself of what bad manners were. Back to his questions. “Who are these people then? Friends of yours?”
The quiet laugh Yuri gave was a little frightening. “Friends...” he repeated softly, turning the page of the menu as if he was sparing the word no deep thought. “Not quite. Business acquaintances. People below me.”
“And you don't think they'll have something to say about you after they see you with me?” He just wanted to be sure. As much as the thought of people talking about them embarrassed Ivan, he was more concerned for Yuri's position.
Yuri shook his head and put down the menu to look at him. “Did you not take a look around when we came in? At least five of the men here are with girls younger than you. One of them was here with two. They really don't have any room to speak about someone else.”
“So I am just arm candy,” Ivan said, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest, puffing up his cheeks like a disappointed kid. He wasn't being too serious about it, but... “Are you saying I'm just like one of those girls? You just wanted to take me out and show me off. I see how it is.”
He received a rather long-suffering look from Yuri, who allowed himself to put his elbow on the table and his chin in his palm and even if it was bad manners, hell if it wasn't super effective. Ivan felt that stare go straight through his heart and made him feel bad for even jokingly accusing him of such a thing. “I brought you with me because I want to enjoy dinner with you. I'm sure that's more than I can say for any of them.”
Yuri was his boyfriend now, wasn't he? Ivan was allowed to believe that if the thought kept recurring for reasons like this, right?
He sat back up and put his hands in his lap and looked down at the cover of the menu and just nodded. He spared one glance up at Yuri and his heart wanted to do a flying leap right out of his chest when he saw the smile Yuri was giving him. It was like he didn't even know he was giving him such a smile, otherwise he probably wouldn't have allowed it to happen. It was so fond that Ivan had to grab the menu and prop it up in front of his face just to make him stop. That wasn't like Yuri at all.
He was used to him looking at him like he wanted to eat him - not take him out to eat.
But that was exactly what they were doing. This was a date. Yuri was his...
The waitress came back around and Yuri had to wave her away for a minute because it was easy enough to tell by looking at Ivan that he hadn't decided on what he wanted. For starters, his menu was upside down.
Not like it mattered. He couldn't read Italian anyway. Even the parts that were in English were confusing to him because he still hadn't ever had any of these dishes. The names sounded way out of his league. There really weren't any burgers with four pieces of meat, were there...
“I'm pretty sure you'll like anything you choose here,” Yuri said, trying to assure him.
“They don't have burgers on the menu... Or anything Japanese, I'd assume.” He didn't want to disappoint Yuri, though. His tastes really weren't that limited... So he pointed at the name of some fairly tame-sounding chicken dish and looked up. “What about this?”
“Only if you like having your mouth set on fire.”
Apparently it was something unforgivingly hot. Ivan nodded sadly and Yuri took the menu from him and found him something that didn't sound like it would leave him in physical pain after putting it in his mouth. He was super glad for the secluded table again. His cheeks were heating up just thinking about what a kid he probably looked like to have Yuri choosing his meal for him.
The waitress came back a short while later and after she took down Ivan's order, he quickly asked for a glass of wine before Yuri could ask what he was up to. Except of course, he hadn't realized that he had to name a specific kind of wine and that... would have been awkward if Yuri hadn't casually told her to bring his usual.
Yuri still ended up asking him about it anyway.
“Wine?”
“I'm... I'm honored that you brought me to a place like this, but I think I'll need it to survive it. I'm just your average Over-N-Out visitor, you know. I'll take your word for it, but I'm still hoping that my food isn't going to walk off my plate here or something... And then there's the fact that the girl at the table over there has been staring at me this whole time,” he explained, inclining his head for a moment in the direction he was speaking of.
Yuri didn't turn to look, just shrugged one shoulder and relaxed back in his chair. “It's because you're cute,” he said. Ivan hoped that the light over them wasn't enough to let him notice how red his face was getting.
They got their food and a peaceful silence fell as they ate. It felt different from at home, though. Ivan was constantly reminding himself to look like a reserved, polite individual who was likely to visit such a nice restaurant. He usually had the 'polite' and 'reserved' part down naturally, but he didn't often have to keep his back straight or keep his fork on the right. Or was it... the left?
The dish Yuri helped him order was actually pretty good. He realized that he shouldn't have been so surprised by that, given the price of it, but price and appearance didn't always mean a food was going to taste good. It could have been beautiful and still been horrible to the tastebuds. He didn't like a lot of 'acquired taste' foods and fortunately, his meal had a lot of pleasant things about it that he already liked; chicken, a light sauce, some steamed vegetables. For something with an odd foreign name, it was really uncomplicated.
When the waitress returned, Ivan gladly took the dessert menu and prided himself silently on the fact that he already knew what many of the items were. He wanted to give himself a pat on the back because visiting all those dessert photo blogs had finally paid off in a way.
The Lemoncello Crème Torte. Suddenly, he felt like thanking Yuri ten times for bringing him here. He was going to enjoy this so much and he was going to be shameless about it, too.
Yuri ordered a slice of fudge-on-fudge-on-chocolate cake and made Ivan unsure of his decision for a moment with how good it sounded.
When the waitress returned yet again a few minutes later with their desserts, Ivan realized that he had played right into one of Yuri's kinks. Yuri himself, of course, had not gone without noticing this. While Yuri had a gorgeous, glorious slice of dark fudge cake in front of him, Ivan had its opposite; a delicate slice of vanilla cake surrounded by strawberries and topped with so much cream.
This was going all over his face. And he knew what would be the cherry on top. He'd been waiting all night for this.
His fork slid smoothly into the torte and he brought the first bite to his lips while he watched Yuri do the same. Ivan was deliberately taking his time, though. He didn't want Yuri to end up wasting any of his cake for any reason. Though if he found himself unable to finish it, Ivan would have been more than willing to eat whatever was left for him...
“Want some?” Yuri asked, holding out his fork with a fudge-heavy bite of cake toward him.
Ivan put a hand down on the table and looked away, trying his hardest to resist because it would be embarrassing, but... Yuri was so good at this. No matter how in control Ivan tried to be, he always...
He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the end of the fork, sighing through his nose when the fudge hit his tongue. “That's so good,” he said around a moan. When he licked his lips he could taste the chocolate frosting. The way Yuri stared, he knew immediately that he'd already gotten it somewhere else. He pawed at one side of his mouth and Yuri pointed to the other side. He licked the chocolate off his thumb.
Yuri smirked and it looked like he enjoyed the next bite of cake a little too much after his lips had touched that fork. “You seem to have relaxed,” he said, startling Ivan.
It wasn't that he was relaxed. His initial fear was that he would spend his whole night thinking about the fact that he was wearing girl's underwear. It's not like it was intentional. It was just how things had worked out but he had been so convinced that it was going to be the focus of his night. Instead, it just lingered there at the back of his mind while the rest of his thoughts were consumed by trying to act like a good date.
That sounded like a good lead-in. “Actually,” he started timidly, “feeling like I fit in here wasn't my first concern. It just kind of took over my thoughts as soon as I walked in. It's really not as bad as I thought it would be, though... But my first concern was how I was going to sit here all night wearing a pair of these kitty panties.”
Oh, so Yuri had some fight in him. He put up a good resistance, trying to act as though Ivan's words hadn't just gone straight through him as soon as he heard him say it. His expression was unusually blank and controlled though, which meant it would be easy for Ivan to push one domino over to make him crack.
“They're pretty tight.”
He didn't care now if anyone else heard him say something like that. It was ambiguous enough if someone hadn't heard what he said to kick it off. Just as he thought, that was the perfect little breeze that brought Yuri's fire to life.
Yuri set down the fork with a little clink, his lips drawing into a tight line as he looked at Ivan, giving him a serious face. “You're serious?” he asked. “And you didn't tell me about this to start with? You...” Oh wow, he paused. “You put them on yourself?”
It was Ivan's turn to shrug. He sat back and took another sweet bite of his torte, tasting the light flavor of lemon with vanilla. “I don't have much to wear at your house, you know. I would have felt weird re-wearing what I had on before. I know I'm kind of lazy sometimes, but I won't go that far. I had to find something clean to wear.”
Yuri nodded slowly and picked his fork back up. “I see,” he said.
Was he just going to ignore him now? No, no, no - this was a chance for Ivan and he was going to enjoy it. As odd as the thought had started out knowing that he was wearing girl's underwear, he loved that it got to Yuri so hard. He was going to ride this horse where he wanted while he still had the reins.
“Now that I'm thinking about them again, I can't stop noticing it...” Yuri leaned forward imperceptibly and paused with his fork raised. “It's not like I want to be thinking about it and if I don't stop somehow, it's going to get noticeable.”
Yuri put the fork down but now it was obvious that Ivan's words had left their effect. “You're doing this on purpose,” he said.
“Do you not believe me?”
“That not it,” Yuri said, shifting slightly in his seat. “I believe you.”
“Oh, so then...” Ivan was about to continue that thought another way. Underneath the table, he slid his foot out of his shoe. The socks he had on were soft, silky dress socks that were unquestionably a borrowed part of Yuri's wardrobe. The shoes he wore with the grey jeans were casual flats, so the socks may have been a little nicer than necessary, but they felt really good. If they felt that nice on his feet, then he had no doubts they'd feel nice sliding over other places as well.
He tried to keep his expression unreadable as he brushed the back of his foot against the inside of Yuri's ankle, testing the waters. “It happened unintentionally, but you like it, right?” he asked.
Yuri sighed and placed the fork back down again. Ivan had to resist laughing because it was getting a little funny how often he kept picking up and putting it down. “If I had it my way, I should have... Well, that's a plan for another day,” he said, alluding to something that piqued Ivan's interest.
“Oh?” He slid his foot a little higher, rubbing his socked toes around the curve of Yuri's right calf. “Does it also involve wearing something secretly under my clothes? I think I'd like that more than what I have going on right now since I didn't plan on it.”
“Do you like them?” Yuri asked quietly, eyelids lowered slightly.
Like them? Hmm... “I guess? The way they feel is distracting, like I said, but I actually prefer when I get to... look at them myself.” If he had to keep talking like that, he was going to end up with a visible problem, like he explained earlier. He tried to steer the conversation away from himself, pressing his foot more insistently into Yuri's leg, playing with his pantleg between his toes. “I wonder what you'd look like in a pair of these.”
“Never going to happen,” he said, way too adamantly. Ivan knew that it likely wasn't in the cards, but hearing him say it like that made him feel disappointed anyway. Yuri in little kitty panties would sure be a sight to behold, though. Maybe he would have to try his hand later at some Yuri Petrov fanart to perfect the mental image.
“Well... When we get back, I guess you'll get to see me in these, though. That counts for something, right?” He already knew that it counted for something when Yuri didn't answer. He bit his lip and folded his hands on the table. Ivan took that as an invitation to raise his foot a little higher. When his foot reached his inner thigh, Yuri jumped and startled Ivan and he nearly ended up jerking out of reflex. He could only imagine the scene that would have occurred if he accidentally kicked him in the balls or something.
...Maybe Yuri was into that, though. Maybe he was into that. Yuri sure made him realize he was into a lot more than he even thought before. It didn't sound that bad when he considered the kind of thing that went down in Yuri's office before they went to the restaurant.
While he let himself ponder that, his foot sort of moved on its own, sliding around Yuri's thigh, massaging as gently as one's foot can. He switched from one thigh to the other, uncrossing his legs and sitting back in his chair so he could reach Yuri a little easier from whatever angle he wanted. It was ridiculous, right? Even if somebody saw him with his foot up in Yuri's lap, nobody was really going to question whether he was doing something indecent under the table.
It wasn't like it was the first time they'd done something in public before either. Sort of. It was behind a locked door that time and it was a lot more private than this, but...
Why didn't he get to see Yuri like this more often? Was it because he was blindfolded most of the time? Man, that was really ruining his fun if Yuri always looked like this. His cheeks were flushed, which stood out nicely on his pale complexion, his lips parted and looking a little rosier compared to their usually sullen color, probably from biting them.
His fingers spread out wider on the top of the table the closer Ivan's foot got to its destination. Once his toes finally found the curve of his cock through his pants, Yuri's fingers were stressing the tablecloth, digging in with his nails but not pulling at it just yet.
“Ivan...” he muttered, glancing up at him from under his lowered lids.
“Hm?” Ivan hummed innocently, rubbing over the front of his pants.
“What do you think you're...” It was pretty obvious what he was up to. Yuri tilted his chin and rolled his eyes to the ceiling, then gave a long and hard sigh. He apparently didn't see a way around the question, though. “Do you really expect to make me...”
“Your alternative is walking out of here with an awkward boner. That's what you get for... not stocking my underwear in your drawer.”
“That's ridiculous,” he said, the end of his word cracking when Ivan pressed the ball of his foot a little harder into his cock. “Like I could help that. What you put in my drawers is your business. Or... Ah...”
“They're you're drawers. It's your business.”
So it seemed it was getting hard for Yuri to think. Ivan hadn't known that Yuri had such a breaking point. Or maybe this was what he should call his 'melting point'? He had been slowly defrosting that controlled exterior of his and now he had him melting in the palm of his hand. He didn't know how much more it would take for him to come, but Ivan knew that if it were him in this type of situation, he would have succumbed already a few minutes ago just from the thrill of the embarrassment.
“The waitress will be back soon,” Yuri tried to remind him. He used the hand that wasn't gripping the tablecloth to push his dish of half-eaten cake forward so he could rest an arm against the table. Like that, it was easier for him to press forward into Ivan's toes without looking too suspicious.
Reminded more of his cake than the impending arrival of their waitress, Ivan picked his fork back up and continued to eat his torte. He sat back comfortably and rubbed his toes up and down the outline of his cock, going from the head down, lifting his foot, then going from the head down over and over again. From the unsteady breaths Yuri was taking, he could tell that he was liking that method a lot. Ivan was just proud that he had that much control over what his toes would do.
He was totally getting it on his face again, huh... He couldn't really feel it, but he could tell when Yuri had his eyes on him like that. He reached with his tongue to the corner of his mouth and tasted cream.
“If I...”
Ivan tilted his head, another forkful of torte halfway to his mouth, and waited for the rest of the sentence but it never came. He finished the rest of it in his head and assumed that he knew what he was asking. “You're wearing black pants,” he said. When embarrassment quickly flashed across Yuri's face, Ivan figured that he had it right. “It's better than walking out of here with something more noticeable, get what I mean?”
Speaking of noticeable... Ivan looked down and cursed his own body's reaction to this. He nibbled his cake and willed his body to behave, but that only sort of worked. There wasn't anyway to help it when he had Yuri in front of him panting and making indecent faces in public. Something about that felt out of place and he suddenly realized...
“You're going to do unspeakable things to me when we get back, aren't you?”
Yuri grinned wickedly, like that had been there in his head that whole time. Now getting hard was totally unavoidable. Yuri was going to punish him so hard for this. This was the best plan he had ever accidentally made. He leveled up from Genius to Ero Tensai in one night without even trying.
Thinking about what he was going to do to him must have been what did it. Yuri lifted a hand as if he'd bite down on it, but stopped halfway as his shoulders tensed and his teeth clenched. Ivan gently continued stoking his toes along the front of Yuri's pants until he felt a bit of dampness through his sock. He pulled his foot away carefully and slid it back into his shoe, making the promise to himself to wash the sock and the shoe later.
The waitress chose this as her time to magically return with their bill. Ivan quickly forked and devoured the last remaining strawberry piece and handed her his plate. Yuri was sitting on his side of the table with his fingers locked and pressed to the bridge of his nose looking kind of intimidating.
“He'll take the rest of his in a box,” Ivan told the waitress.
While she went off to get that, Yuri snatched the book for their bill out of Ivan's hands. “I know what I'm going to do to you,” he said, quickly scribbling out a check. “There are actually a lot of things I could do. But I feel in a way as though I should be praising you...”
“You should,” Ivan said, nudging their toes together under the table. “I learned from the best.”
INDEX
Yuri's reservations were for late evening. Ivan had never gone to a restaurant that late before. The few times a month he actually went to a restaurant instead of having ramen up in his room, Ivan never went out that late by himself. When he went out with the other heroes, it always felt like a party which had a totally different atmosphere. Going to a restaurant together with Yuri felt... Well, it felt like a date.
When the thought finally hit him that Oh my god, I'm going out with Yuri to a restaurant, he at first felt nervous and then it only got worse when he started to suddenly feel under-dressed. This wasn't one of their spontaneous burger runs. This was a restaurant that Yuri had reservations for - for two people, obviously. He thought ahead on this one and clearly did it with the intention of taking him out.
But really, he should have allowed Ivan the time to mentally prepare himself. All he told him was to make sure he was ready and when Ivan asked when the reservations were for, it sounded like he had a lot of time. Except then, Yuri explained that he wanted to be there ahead of time, not right on time because apparently reservations wait for no one. Ivan wouldn't know. He hadn't been anywhere with reservations in his life. As far as he knew, Over-N-Out didn't do those.
Heart up in his throat, Ivan quickly dashed off to Yuri's bedroom and started pulling through his drawers, looking for whatever things he had stored at his house that may look better than his usual thing. He felt like such a failure, though. He left a lot of his favorite clothes over at Yuri's out of convenience nowadays, but he hadn't left anything that looked 'nice' for going out. It was all clothes that were good for watching anime or playing games in.
First thing was first: he had to take a shower after what Yuri had done to him with the honey. While Yuri was finishing what Ivan had interrupted, he ran into the bathroom and showered faster than he ever had before.
He came back to the bedroom with only a towel around his waist and shut the door behind himself. Not that Yuri hadn't... ever seen him naked before, but...
The towel was dropped to the floor and he stood there for a moment while he puzzled over whether he kept underwear at Yuri's. He didn't... think so. Although upon checking out the top drawer of his dresser, he found a clean stack of... character panties; the exact kind he had worn for Yuri when he dressed up in the cosplay of his MMO character. Each pair was a different style with different designs on them.
Ivan didn't even question why he had them. His only other option was stealing a pair of Yuri's and he couldn't decide which one sounded kinkier; wearing panties with cute kittens on them or wearing a pair of briefs that belonged to his... boyfriend.
That actually sounded tempting, if only because he knew he'd be thinking about it for the rest of the night until they got home, although he knew that such thoughts would just inevitably lead him to many awkward public boners. He took a pair of the character panties instead, but once he had them on, he remembered why he found them so erotic when he first wore that pair.
They fit him like a glove and clung snugly around every curve and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. On top of that, seeing his dick sounded by cute stripes and adorable kittens just did something unexplainable to him. He had to force himself not to think about it, though.
If he really wanted a third option, it was going to be wearing the pair he had on before, which now had honey and cum on them. He hadn't really been thinking before he pulled them back on...
He held up his choice of pants and decided that a straighter leg was the way to go. What was with this horrible selection of anime shirts, though? Now that he was thinking about the kind of shit he wore, he was surprised that Yuri even managed to find him attractive while he was wearing some of these things. All he knew was that he couldn't go out wearing a shirt with Konata's face on it...
And then the door opened and Yuri walked in like it was his room.
Oh, right. Thankfully, Yuri hadn't looked at him upon entering, so Ivan covered himself up with the pants and shirt he was holding and tried not to blush too hard.
“Find something to wear?” Yuri asked. He glanced behind himself and then did a double-take when he saw what Ivan was holding. He crossed the room with heavy steps and snatched the shameful Konata shirt from him, which left only a pair of pants as Ivan's cover. He wished he had heard Yuri coming so he could have put them on, but there hadn't been the time. “As cute as I find this, you can't wear something like this to the place we're going to.”
Ivan nodded and cleared his throat to try to sound more steady. “I know that... It would be embarrassing to wear something like that out to dinner where a bunch of people could see anyway, you know?” He didn't even want to think about how embarrassing it would be to have a whole restaurant know he was wearing girl's underwear.
The thought of something like that really shouldn't have been making his heart race in the good kind of way... Right? Had he really finally stooped to that kind of level? He'd get laughed off of any board and called a creeper or a lolicon if he admitted to enjoying wearing character panties.
But it was his interest, so that meant that it was nobody else's business anyway, so...
He didn't have the time to be trying to rationalize that. Yuri was opening his drawers again and looking through them with the focused intent of apparently finding Ivan something more suitable to wear. He gave up with the drawer items after a minute and went off to his closet. A second later, he emerged holding a hanger with a nicely pressed white button-up shirt. Ivan didn't even know Yuri would own such a shirt like that with short sleeves.
Yuri handed him the shirt and then went back into the closet and came out again with a shirt to go underneath and a purple tie.
“I hardly ever wear that tie myself, but it strikes me as your color,” he explained, to which Ivan couldn't disagree. He and the other heroes were practically color-coded now as it was and purple was 'his color'. He was glad it was a color he liked, at least. He couldn't imagine how much it would have sucked if all of his merchandise came in brown or something.
The next time Yuri turned around to close the closet door, Ivan hastily pulled on the pants he was holding and buttoned them up. Yuri was none the wiser when he looked back at him and still looked at him in that way of his while he watched him put the shirt on.
If it weren't for the more casual pants, he would have looked like he belonged in an office, Ivan thought when he appraised his image in the mirror. Yuri approached him from behind and reached around to the front of him to straighten his tie. Ivan had to still the beating of his heart when he realized that they kind of matched.
“There,” Yuri said with a nod when he backed up. “You look acceptable now.”
“Just acceptable?” Ivan sighed, though he knew that he probably couldn't ask to be much more than 'acceptable' given his choices of clothing.
Yuri grabbed him by one shoulder and gently started leading him toward the door. “Would you I rather have said 'presentable'? You look...” His words paused but he kept walking down the stairs outside his room.
“Hm?” Ivan hummed, inclining his head back to the side to try to give him a curious look. “I look...?”
Yuri closed his eyes and sighed hard through his nose. “Nothing.”
Ohoho... That indeed did mean something and Ivan felt assured that it wasn't anything negative either. He thought Yuri would be better at concealing his feelings than that, but he had basically given himself away by sighing and looking away from him like that. It was as if looking at him right now were just too much for him to handle. Short sleeves and a tie were a thing, huh? He should have known better than to dress him like that then.
As it was, Ivan already had his own method of tempting him later if he wanted...
After a short drive in Yuri's very nice car, they got to the restaurant where he had the reservations. There were lights on the outside, a little patio, people who looked like they had tons of money sipping drinks that looked like they cost tons of money. Even if he had the prestigious title of 'hero', Ivan didn't make enough to be like one of these people, so he felt awkward as soon as he stepped even one foot into the building.
Burgers really were his thing after all. And when the thought of that occurred to him, he feared that he wouldn't be able to even find such a thing as a burger on the menu.
A beautiful waitress guided them to the seat Yuri had reserved, which was apparently his 'usual'. Just how often did he visit a place like this, Ivan wondered? Not like he doubted he could afford it, but... He didn't understand the appeal of it yet at all. Maybe he just enjoyed the royal service they treated him.
This 'usual spot' of his was pretty nice. While they walked through the restaurant to reach it, Ivan was afraid of what the other patrons were thinking about them. He felt like sitting off in a corner alone if they were all going to stare at him like he was the young fling of judge Yuri Petrov who happened to be his 'benefactor' or something... Whatever they were thinking, it was probably horrible. That was just his conclusion. However, the table that he had reserved was in a fairly private spot near the back where they were partitioned by half a wall from the rest of the restaurant. The lighting was low and their table was angled in a way that allowed them to keep their business as their business unless somebody decided to get up and invade their space.
Still, when they sat down, Ivan had a number of questions lingering.
“You're not, like... Afraid of people seeing me with you?”
Yuri picked up his menu and shrugged casually. “Not really. Not at this place, at least. I'm not worried about the people who regular here.”
Ivan leaned his elbows on the table and put his chin in his palms to think. When Yuri gave him a stern glare, he quickly removed his elbows and tried to keep them planted at his sides, reminding himself of what bad manners were. Back to his questions. “Who are these people then? Friends of yours?”
The quiet laugh Yuri gave was a little frightening. “Friends...” he repeated softly, turning the page of the menu as if he was sparing the word no deep thought. “Not quite. Business acquaintances. People below me.”
“And you don't think they'll have something to say about you after they see you with me?” He just wanted to be sure. As much as the thought of people talking about them embarrassed Ivan, he was more concerned for Yuri's position.
Yuri shook his head and put down the menu to look at him. “Did you not take a look around when we came in? At least five of the men here are with girls younger than you. One of them was here with two. They really don't have any room to speak about someone else.”
“So I am just arm candy,” Ivan said, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest, puffing up his cheeks like a disappointed kid. He wasn't being too serious about it, but... “Are you saying I'm just like one of those girls? You just wanted to take me out and show me off. I see how it is.”
He received a rather long-suffering look from Yuri, who allowed himself to put his elbow on the table and his chin in his palm and even if it was bad manners, hell if it wasn't super effective. Ivan felt that stare go straight through his heart and made him feel bad for even jokingly accusing him of such a thing. “I brought you with me because I want to enjoy dinner with you. I'm sure that's more than I can say for any of them.”
Yuri was his boyfriend now, wasn't he? Ivan was allowed to believe that if the thought kept recurring for reasons like this, right?
He sat back up and put his hands in his lap and looked down at the cover of the menu and just nodded. He spared one glance up at Yuri and his heart wanted to do a flying leap right out of his chest when he saw the smile Yuri was giving him. It was like he didn't even know he was giving him such a smile, otherwise he probably wouldn't have allowed it to happen. It was so fond that Ivan had to grab the menu and prop it up in front of his face just to make him stop. That wasn't like Yuri at all.
He was used to him looking at him like he wanted to eat him - not take him out to eat.
But that was exactly what they were doing. This was a date. Yuri was his...
The waitress came back around and Yuri had to wave her away for a minute because it was easy enough to tell by looking at Ivan that he hadn't decided on what he wanted. For starters, his menu was upside down.
Not like it mattered. He couldn't read Italian anyway. Even the parts that were in English were confusing to him because he still hadn't ever had any of these dishes. The names sounded way out of his league. There really weren't any burgers with four pieces of meat, were there...
“I'm pretty sure you'll like anything you choose here,” Yuri said, trying to assure him.
“They don't have burgers on the menu... Or anything Japanese, I'd assume.” He didn't want to disappoint Yuri, though. His tastes really weren't that limited... So he pointed at the name of some fairly tame-sounding chicken dish and looked up. “What about this?”
“Only if you like having your mouth set on fire.”
Apparently it was something unforgivingly hot. Ivan nodded sadly and Yuri took the menu from him and found him something that didn't sound like it would leave him in physical pain after putting it in his mouth. He was super glad for the secluded table again. His cheeks were heating up just thinking about what a kid he probably looked like to have Yuri choosing his meal for him.
The waitress came back a short while later and after she took down Ivan's order, he quickly asked for a glass of wine before Yuri could ask what he was up to. Except of course, he hadn't realized that he had to name a specific kind of wine and that... would have been awkward if Yuri hadn't casually told her to bring his usual.
Yuri still ended up asking him about it anyway.
“Wine?”
“I'm... I'm honored that you brought me to a place like this, but I think I'll need it to survive it. I'm just your average Over-N-Out visitor, you know. I'll take your word for it, but I'm still hoping that my food isn't going to walk off my plate here or something... And then there's the fact that the girl at the table over there has been staring at me this whole time,” he explained, inclining his head for a moment in the direction he was speaking of.
Yuri didn't turn to look, just shrugged one shoulder and relaxed back in his chair. “It's because you're cute,” he said. Ivan hoped that the light over them wasn't enough to let him notice how red his face was getting.
They got their food and a peaceful silence fell as they ate. It felt different from at home, though. Ivan was constantly reminding himself to look like a reserved, polite individual who was likely to visit such a nice restaurant. He usually had the 'polite' and 'reserved' part down naturally, but he didn't often have to keep his back straight or keep his fork on the right. Or was it... the left?
The dish Yuri helped him order was actually pretty good. He realized that he shouldn't have been so surprised by that, given the price of it, but price and appearance didn't always mean a food was going to taste good. It could have been beautiful and still been horrible to the tastebuds. He didn't like a lot of 'acquired taste' foods and fortunately, his meal had a lot of pleasant things about it that he already liked; chicken, a light sauce, some steamed vegetables. For something with an odd foreign name, it was really uncomplicated.
When the waitress returned, Ivan gladly took the dessert menu and prided himself silently on the fact that he already knew what many of the items were. He wanted to give himself a pat on the back because visiting all those dessert photo blogs had finally paid off in a way.
The Lemoncello Crème Torte. Suddenly, he felt like thanking Yuri ten times for bringing him here. He was going to enjoy this so much and he was going to be shameless about it, too.
Yuri ordered a slice of fudge-on-fudge-on-chocolate cake and made Ivan unsure of his decision for a moment with how good it sounded.
When the waitress returned yet again a few minutes later with their desserts, Ivan realized that he had played right into one of Yuri's kinks. Yuri himself, of course, had not gone without noticing this. While Yuri had a gorgeous, glorious slice of dark fudge cake in front of him, Ivan had its opposite; a delicate slice of vanilla cake surrounded by strawberries and topped with so much cream.
This was going all over his face. And he knew what would be the cherry on top. He'd been waiting all night for this.
His fork slid smoothly into the torte and he brought the first bite to his lips while he watched Yuri do the same. Ivan was deliberately taking his time, though. He didn't want Yuri to end up wasting any of his cake for any reason. Though if he found himself unable to finish it, Ivan would have been more than willing to eat whatever was left for him...
“Want some?” Yuri asked, holding out his fork with a fudge-heavy bite of cake toward him.
Ivan put a hand down on the table and looked away, trying his hardest to resist because it would be embarrassing, but... Yuri was so good at this. No matter how in control Ivan tried to be, he always...
He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the end of the fork, sighing through his nose when the fudge hit his tongue. “That's so good,” he said around a moan. When he licked his lips he could taste the chocolate frosting. The way Yuri stared, he knew immediately that he'd already gotten it somewhere else. He pawed at one side of his mouth and Yuri pointed to the other side. He licked the chocolate off his thumb.
Yuri smirked and it looked like he enjoyed the next bite of cake a little too much after his lips had touched that fork. “You seem to have relaxed,” he said, startling Ivan.
It wasn't that he was relaxed. His initial fear was that he would spend his whole night thinking about the fact that he was wearing girl's underwear. It's not like it was intentional. It was just how things had worked out but he had been so convinced that it was going to be the focus of his night. Instead, it just lingered there at the back of his mind while the rest of his thoughts were consumed by trying to act like a good date.
That sounded like a good lead-in. “Actually,” he started timidly, “feeling like I fit in here wasn't my first concern. It just kind of took over my thoughts as soon as I walked in. It's really not as bad as I thought it would be, though... But my first concern was how I was going to sit here all night wearing a pair of these kitty panties.”
Oh, so Yuri had some fight in him. He put up a good resistance, trying to act as though Ivan's words hadn't just gone straight through him as soon as he heard him say it. His expression was unusually blank and controlled though, which meant it would be easy for Ivan to push one domino over to make him crack.
“They're pretty tight.”
He didn't care now if anyone else heard him say something like that. It was ambiguous enough if someone hadn't heard what he said to kick it off. Just as he thought, that was the perfect little breeze that brought Yuri's fire to life.
Yuri set down the fork with a little clink, his lips drawing into a tight line as he looked at Ivan, giving him a serious face. “You're serious?” he asked. “And you didn't tell me about this to start with? You...” Oh wow, he paused. “You put them on yourself?”
It was Ivan's turn to shrug. He sat back and took another sweet bite of his torte, tasting the light flavor of lemon with vanilla. “I don't have much to wear at your house, you know. I would have felt weird re-wearing what I had on before. I know I'm kind of lazy sometimes, but I won't go that far. I had to find something clean to wear.”
Yuri nodded slowly and picked his fork back up. “I see,” he said.
Was he just going to ignore him now? No, no, no - this was a chance for Ivan and he was going to enjoy it. As odd as the thought had started out knowing that he was wearing girl's underwear, he loved that it got to Yuri so hard. He was going to ride this horse where he wanted while he still had the reins.
“Now that I'm thinking about them again, I can't stop noticing it...” Yuri leaned forward imperceptibly and paused with his fork raised. “It's not like I want to be thinking about it and if I don't stop somehow, it's going to get noticeable.”
Yuri put the fork down but now it was obvious that Ivan's words had left their effect. “You're doing this on purpose,” he said.
“Do you not believe me?”
“That not it,” Yuri said, shifting slightly in his seat. “I believe you.”
“Oh, so then...” Ivan was about to continue that thought another way. Underneath the table, he slid his foot out of his shoe. The socks he had on were soft, silky dress socks that were unquestionably a borrowed part of Yuri's wardrobe. The shoes he wore with the grey jeans were casual flats, so the socks may have been a little nicer than necessary, but they felt really good. If they felt that nice on his feet, then he had no doubts they'd feel nice sliding over other places as well.
He tried to keep his expression unreadable as he brushed the back of his foot against the inside of Yuri's ankle, testing the waters. “It happened unintentionally, but you like it, right?” he asked.
Yuri sighed and placed the fork back down again. Ivan had to resist laughing because it was getting a little funny how often he kept picking up and putting it down. “If I had it my way, I should have... Well, that's a plan for another day,” he said, alluding to something that piqued Ivan's interest.
“Oh?” He slid his foot a little higher, rubbing his socked toes around the curve of Yuri's right calf. “Does it also involve wearing something secretly under my clothes? I think I'd like that more than what I have going on right now since I didn't plan on it.”
“Do you like them?” Yuri asked quietly, eyelids lowered slightly.
Like them? Hmm... “I guess? The way they feel is distracting, like I said, but I actually prefer when I get to... look at them myself.” If he had to keep talking like that, he was going to end up with a visible problem, like he explained earlier. He tried to steer the conversation away from himself, pressing his foot more insistently into Yuri's leg, playing with his pantleg between his toes. “I wonder what you'd look like in a pair of these.”
“Never going to happen,” he said, way too adamantly. Ivan knew that it likely wasn't in the cards, but hearing him say it like that made him feel disappointed anyway. Yuri in little kitty panties would sure be a sight to behold, though. Maybe he would have to try his hand later at some Yuri Petrov fanart to perfect the mental image.
“Well... When we get back, I guess you'll get to see me in these, though. That counts for something, right?” He already knew that it counted for something when Yuri didn't answer. He bit his lip and folded his hands on the table. Ivan took that as an invitation to raise his foot a little higher. When his foot reached his inner thigh, Yuri jumped and startled Ivan and he nearly ended up jerking out of reflex. He could only imagine the scene that would have occurred if he accidentally kicked him in the balls or something.
...Maybe Yuri was into that, though. Maybe he was into that. Yuri sure made him realize he was into a lot more than he even thought before. It didn't sound that bad when he considered the kind of thing that went down in Yuri's office before they went to the restaurant.
While he let himself ponder that, his foot sort of moved on its own, sliding around Yuri's thigh, massaging as gently as one's foot can. He switched from one thigh to the other, uncrossing his legs and sitting back in his chair so he could reach Yuri a little easier from whatever angle he wanted. It was ridiculous, right? Even if somebody saw him with his foot up in Yuri's lap, nobody was really going to question whether he was doing something indecent under the table.
It wasn't like it was the first time they'd done something in public before either. Sort of. It was behind a locked door that time and it was a lot more private than this, but...
Why didn't he get to see Yuri like this more often? Was it because he was blindfolded most of the time? Man, that was really ruining his fun if Yuri always looked like this. His cheeks were flushed, which stood out nicely on his pale complexion, his lips parted and looking a little rosier compared to their usually sullen color, probably from biting them.
His fingers spread out wider on the top of the table the closer Ivan's foot got to its destination. Once his toes finally found the curve of his cock through his pants, Yuri's fingers were stressing the tablecloth, digging in with his nails but not pulling at it just yet.
“Ivan...” he muttered, glancing up at him from under his lowered lids.
“Hm?” Ivan hummed innocently, rubbing over the front of his pants.
“What do you think you're...” It was pretty obvious what he was up to. Yuri tilted his chin and rolled his eyes to the ceiling, then gave a long and hard sigh. He apparently didn't see a way around the question, though. “Do you really expect to make me...”
“Your alternative is walking out of here with an awkward boner. That's what you get for... not stocking my underwear in your drawer.”
“That's ridiculous,” he said, the end of his word cracking when Ivan pressed the ball of his foot a little harder into his cock. “Like I could help that. What you put in my drawers is your business. Or... Ah...”
“They're you're drawers. It's your business.”
So it seemed it was getting hard for Yuri to think. Ivan hadn't known that Yuri had such a breaking point. Or maybe this was what he should call his 'melting point'? He had been slowly defrosting that controlled exterior of his and now he had him melting in the palm of his hand. He didn't know how much more it would take for him to come, but Ivan knew that if it were him in this type of situation, he would have succumbed already a few minutes ago just from the thrill of the embarrassment.
“The waitress will be back soon,” Yuri tried to remind him. He used the hand that wasn't gripping the tablecloth to push his dish of half-eaten cake forward so he could rest an arm against the table. Like that, it was easier for him to press forward into Ivan's toes without looking too suspicious.
Reminded more of his cake than the impending arrival of their waitress, Ivan picked his fork back up and continued to eat his torte. He sat back comfortably and rubbed his toes up and down the outline of his cock, going from the head down, lifting his foot, then going from the head down over and over again. From the unsteady breaths Yuri was taking, he could tell that he was liking that method a lot. Ivan was just proud that he had that much control over what his toes would do.
He was totally getting it on his face again, huh... He couldn't really feel it, but he could tell when Yuri had his eyes on him like that. He reached with his tongue to the corner of his mouth and tasted cream.
“If I...”
Ivan tilted his head, another forkful of torte halfway to his mouth, and waited for the rest of the sentence but it never came. He finished the rest of it in his head and assumed that he knew what he was asking. “You're wearing black pants,” he said. When embarrassment quickly flashed across Yuri's face, Ivan figured that he had it right. “It's better than walking out of here with something more noticeable, get what I mean?”
Speaking of noticeable... Ivan looked down and cursed his own body's reaction to this. He nibbled his cake and willed his body to behave, but that only sort of worked. There wasn't anyway to help it when he had Yuri in front of him panting and making indecent faces in public. Something about that felt out of place and he suddenly realized...
“You're going to do unspeakable things to me when we get back, aren't you?”
Yuri grinned wickedly, like that had been there in his head that whole time. Now getting hard was totally unavoidable. Yuri was going to punish him so hard for this. This was the best plan he had ever accidentally made. He leveled up from Genius to Ero Tensai in one night without even trying.
Thinking about what he was going to do to him must have been what did it. Yuri lifted a hand as if he'd bite down on it, but stopped halfway as his shoulders tensed and his teeth clenched. Ivan gently continued stoking his toes along the front of Yuri's pants until he felt a bit of dampness through his sock. He pulled his foot away carefully and slid it back into his shoe, making the promise to himself to wash the sock and the shoe later.
The waitress chose this as her time to magically return with their bill. Ivan quickly forked and devoured the last remaining strawberry piece and handed her his plate. Yuri was sitting on his side of the table with his fingers locked and pressed to the bridge of his nose looking kind of intimidating.
“He'll take the rest of his in a box,” Ivan told the waitress.
While she went off to get that, Yuri snatched the book for their bill out of Ivan's hands. “I know what I'm going to do to you,” he said, quickly scribbling out a check. “There are actually a lot of things I could do. But I feel in a way as though I should be praising you...”
“You should,” Ivan said, nudging their toes together under the table. “I learned from the best.”
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