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Under Saga's criticizing stare, Nao begin to think he had done something wrong before the date even started, and he had a hunch it was a matter of appearance. Saga was done up glamorously in dark-washed jeans that clung to his legs just enough, the leather jacket that laced up in the back covering a white undershirt just aching to make a show of his flat stomach.
His fears were brought to fruition when Saga pursed his lips and said, "I can't let you go out looking like this."
"What? What's wrong with this?" Nao asked, pulling at the hem of his plain black shirt. He wondered if it was the shoes, twisting one of the black sneakers behind the other in an attempt to block them from vision.
Saga's eyes roved over him once more before settling on his face. "Nothing at all. But, honey, where's your makeup?"
"I don't wear mak-" Before he could finish explaining that makeup was only an annoying necessity at photo shoots, Saga was leading him back through his house to the master bathroom with an arm around his waist. After judging the lighting to be satisfactory, he sat him down in front of the large mirror.
"Close your eyes…"
Nao obeyed, but could not help peaking. Saga was taking brushes and eyeshadow out of a small black bag.
"Saga… why do you carry an emergency makeup kit?"
In the mirror, Saga's face had a rebuking but amused look that translated strangely in reverse. "I anticipated the problem and borrowed it from my sister. Close your eyes!"
"Right, right…" Nao said, shutting his eyes again. The brush swept across his eyelids, first the left, then the right, and Nao almost bounced in his seat, wondering what it would look like, before realizing that bouncing would be dangerous.
There was a noise of more makeup containers opening, another few sweeps across the eyelids before Saga told him to open his eyes. Then, he struggled to apply mascara to the squirming and uncomfortable Nao's eyelashes.
"There…" Saga said, wiping away a bit of smudged shadow with his thumb.
"Are you done? Can we go on the date now?" He started to stand, but Saga pushed him down onto the seat again.
"Oh my no," he said, smirking mischievously. "Not when you are still without lip gloss…"
From his pocket, he pulled a tube of lip gloss. Setting the lid aside, he made a scene of turning the chair so Nao faced him and leaning close to more perfectly spread the gloss on his lips. It had a bit of mint flavoring to it and a rich red sheen. Saga studied the final result; Nao, red lips split in a wide grin, his warm brown eyes softened even more with a rich array of purple hues and a frame of liquid, jet-black lashes, the flawless pale skin of his cheeks spiced with just a sweep of blush, the epitome of innocent beauty.
Unaware of the thoughts running through Saga's head, Nao smiled even more prettily and asked again, "Can we go on the date now?"
Saga kissed him deeply, drawing him forward out of the chair with flicks of his tongue across the glossy lips, brining the mint flavor into the kiss until it was all Nao could taste. He closed his eyes and Saga's lips moved to breathe on his lids, leaving hot kisses that lingered even as he trailed back down to the lips.
Nao was lost in a swirl of passion, his arms meekly reaching out to draw Saga closer, closer, but there was no space left between them. They had found their way to his bed, locked in an embrace that didn't allow room for breath, and when Saga tugged the black shirt up and over Nao's head, he lost any will he had to resist, falling back as the skilled hands began to caress his bare skin.
Still, as Saga leaned over him to mark his neck with kisses and the occasional prick of a bite, he couldn't resist joking in an all-too-breathy voice, "Saga-sama, can we go on the date now?"
Smirking, Saga licked the stray gloss from his lips. "Oh, Nao-kun, I can't let you go out looking like this."
Nao pulled him down, burrowing his head in the crook of his neck before murmuring seductively, "Then I guess we'll just have to stay in…"
His fears were brought to fruition when Saga pursed his lips and said, "I can't let you go out looking like this."
"What? What's wrong with this?" Nao asked, pulling at the hem of his plain black shirt. He wondered if it was the shoes, twisting one of the black sneakers behind the other in an attempt to block them from vision.
Saga's eyes roved over him once more before settling on his face. "Nothing at all. But, honey, where's your makeup?"
"I don't wear mak-" Before he could finish explaining that makeup was only an annoying necessity at photo shoots, Saga was leading him back through his house to the master bathroom with an arm around his waist. After judging the lighting to be satisfactory, he sat him down in front of the large mirror.
"Close your eyes…"
Nao obeyed, but could not help peaking. Saga was taking brushes and eyeshadow out of a small black bag.
"Saga… why do you carry an emergency makeup kit?"
In the mirror, Saga's face had a rebuking but amused look that translated strangely in reverse. "I anticipated the problem and borrowed it from my sister. Close your eyes!"
"Right, right…" Nao said, shutting his eyes again. The brush swept across his eyelids, first the left, then the right, and Nao almost bounced in his seat, wondering what it would look like, before realizing that bouncing would be dangerous.
There was a noise of more makeup containers opening, another few sweeps across the eyelids before Saga told him to open his eyes. Then, he struggled to apply mascara to the squirming and uncomfortable Nao's eyelashes.
"There…" Saga said, wiping away a bit of smudged shadow with his thumb.
"Are you done? Can we go on the date now?" He started to stand, but Saga pushed him down onto the seat again.
"Oh my no," he said, smirking mischievously. "Not when you are still without lip gloss…"
From his pocket, he pulled a tube of lip gloss. Setting the lid aside, he made a scene of turning the chair so Nao faced him and leaning close to more perfectly spread the gloss on his lips. It had a bit of mint flavoring to it and a rich red sheen. Saga studied the final result; Nao, red lips split in a wide grin, his warm brown eyes softened even more with a rich array of purple hues and a frame of liquid, jet-black lashes, the flawless pale skin of his cheeks spiced with just a sweep of blush, the epitome of innocent beauty.
Unaware of the thoughts running through Saga's head, Nao smiled even more prettily and asked again, "Can we go on the date now?"
Saga kissed him deeply, drawing him forward out of the chair with flicks of his tongue across the glossy lips, brining the mint flavor into the kiss until it was all Nao could taste. He closed his eyes and Saga's lips moved to breathe on his lids, leaving hot kisses that lingered even as he trailed back down to the lips.
Nao was lost in a swirl of passion, his arms meekly reaching out to draw Saga closer, closer, but there was no space left between them. They had found their way to his bed, locked in an embrace that didn't allow room for breath, and when Saga tugged the black shirt up and over Nao's head, he lost any will he had to resist, falling back as the skilled hands began to caress his bare skin.
Still, as Saga leaned over him to mark his neck with kisses and the occasional prick of a bite, he couldn't resist joking in an all-too-breathy voice, "Saga-sama, can we go on the date now?"
Smirking, Saga licked the stray gloss from his lips. "Oh, Nao-kun, I can't let you go out looking like this."
Nao pulled him down, burrowing his head in the crook of his neck before murmuring seductively, "Then I guess we'll just have to stay in…"