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ByaShou. Elevator sex. With mirror interior. 8)
"--and the security system had a malfunction the other day, but I made sure that they had it fixed immediately. It looked like some rat chewed through wires. I'm sure they'll find a way to solve that themselves."
Byakuran, for the most part, half-listened to Shouichi's report as he stared at his reflection in the elevator doors. Lifting a hand up he flicked at a strand of hair, batting it out of his vision as he listened to Shouichi continue to talk. He let out a soft sigh, though looked amused, and the younger man paused to look up from his papers.
"Byakuran-san? Is something the matter?" he frowned, and Byakuran looked at his reflection in the doors.
"How long do we have until the meeting, Shou-chan?" His lips quirked up a little more at the ruffled look he got from the nickname, but he looked at his watch afterwards. This left him an opening to step towards the buttons.
"I'd like to get there now so we can begin early, but technically it's not for another twenty--" the elevator jolted to a halt suddenly, and he grabbed the handrail on the wall nearest to him. "Byakuran-san! What're you doing?"
Not yet turning, Byakuran instead continued looking at him through the reflective surface of the doors, eyes falling half shut. Tilting his chin up, he undid the buckles around his jacket's collar, then the ones around his waist. "We have time."
"Time for..?" Shouichi stared at his reflection for a long moment, before it seemed to dawn on him when he unzipped his jacket and shouldered it off. He couldn't help but chuckle lowly at the blush that spread across his cheeks, finally turning to face him. "N-no! Someone could come--"
"No one is going to come," Byakuran paused thoughtfully as he untucked his black shirt from his pants, smile turning feral. "Well, I can assure that you will."
"A-ah, uhm." He let out a throaty chuckle as the red crept further, going so far as to reach Shouichi's ears as he tried to move away from him. He only ended up getting to the other back corner before he bumped into the rail there, letting out an undignified squeak. Byakuran calmly undid the buckle at his waist, leaning close when his hands lifted up to pull his zipper down slowly. Shouichi held his reports in one hand, the other reaching for a wrist to try and stop him. "Byakuran-san..."
"Now now, Shou-chan. You'll enjoy it, I promise." Pushing the jacket off his shoulders, he reached to take his papers away, simply tossing them to another corner. He looked displeased, but it was ignored as he plucked his glasses off his face. These, at least, were set down
"--and the security system had a malfunction the other day, but I made sure that they had it fixed immediately. It looked like some rat chewed through wires. I'm sure they'll find a way to solve that themselves."
Byakuran, for the most part, half-listened to Shouichi's report as he stared at his reflection in the elevator doors. Lifting a hand up he flicked at a strand of hair, batting it out of his vision as he listened to Shouichi continue to talk. He let out a soft sigh, though looked amused, and the younger man paused to look up from his papers.
"Byakuran-san? Is something the matter?" he frowned, and Byakuran looked at his reflection in the doors.
"How long do we have until the meeting, Shou-chan?" His lips quirked up a little more at the ruffled look he got from the nickname, but he looked at his watch afterwards. This left him an opening to step towards the buttons.
"I'd like to get there now so we can begin early, but technically it's not for another twenty--" the elevator jolted to a halt suddenly, and he grabbed the handrail on the wall nearest to him. "Byakuran-san! What're you doing?"
Not yet turning, Byakuran instead continued looking at him through the reflective surface of the doors, eyes falling half shut. Tilting his chin up, he undid the buckles around his jacket's collar, then the ones around his waist. "We have time."
"Time for..?" Shouichi stared at his reflection for a long moment, before it seemed to dawn on him when he unzipped his jacket and shouldered it off. He couldn't help but chuckle lowly at the blush that spread across his cheeks, finally turning to face him. "N-no! Someone could come--"
"No one is going to come," Byakuran paused thoughtfully as he untucked his black shirt from his pants, smile turning feral. "Well, I can assure that you will."
"A-ah, uhm." He let out a throaty chuckle as the red crept further, going so far as to reach Shouichi's ears as he tried to move away from him. He only ended up getting to the other back corner before he bumped into the rail there, letting out an undignified squeak. Byakuran calmly undid the buckle at his waist, leaning close when his hands lifted up to pull his zipper down slowly. Shouichi held his reports in one hand, the other reaching for a wrist to try and stop him. "Byakuran-san..."
"Now now, Shou-chan. You'll enjoy it, I promise." Pushing the jacket off his shoulders, he reached to take his papers away, simply tossing them to another corner. He looked displeased, but it was ignored as he plucked his glasses off his face. These, at least, were set down