[oneshot] Catch&Go (Yokoo/Nikaido; NC-17)
Title: Catch&Go
Pairings/Characters: Yokoo/Nikaido
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Summary: Yokoo doesn’t believe Nikaido when he confesses he likes him. But then he starts to get weird reactions whenever he goes close to him.
Notes: Originally posted for Fic2 exchange as a giftfic for orangegreenlove. Something was wrong with the formatting there, so sorry about that. By the way this is the fic I received, everyone go read it, it's awesome http://kis-my-fic2.livejournal.com/17613.html
Yokoo entered the changing room and the first thing he noticed was how messy it already was. Fujigaya’s clothes were lying abandoned on a chair, and the hair straightener was still plugged in and there was no sign of him anywhere. Probably he was already chatting with the choreographer or stretching before dance practice. It looked like the other members of his group hadn’t arrived yet and Yokoo wondered how could one person create so much mess by himself. He sighed and went to unplug the hair straightener, trying to ignore the irresistible urge to fold Fujigaya’s clothes nicely. Tidying up a bit was allowed, tidying up all the other members' mess fell definitely into the “too much” category. Deep inside he questioned himself about why Fujigaya was being so conscious about his hairstyle even if it was only concert rehearsal that day. He would have pinned his hair up as usual anyway, why bothering to straighten it? He dropped his bag on a table, took off his coat and cap, looked in the mirror and he was ready to go. No need to look special on a boring rehearsal day.
As he was about to leave the room, the door opened and Nikaido entered. His face was half covered by a mask so Yokoo translated the muffled sound of his voice as a greeting and replied to it.
“Good morning. Are you ill?” Yokoo asked as Nikaido took off his mask and stripped off his jacket.
“No, I’m not. It’s just a disguise.” Nikaido replied, dropping his open bag on top of Fujigaya’s and instantly creating a new mess that didn’t pass unnoticed under Yokoo’s gaze.
“You’re quite early today, are you sure you’re not ill? It’s unusual.” Yokoo asked, grinning and pretending to check Nikaido’s temperature.
“Yokoo-san! You know I’m always on time for rehearsal.” Nikaido protested, looking deeply offended by the lack of faith the other had in him. Yokoo was surprised he didn’t slap his hand or move away, but instead he allowed him to go all the way to his forehead.
“On time maybe, but never in advance.” Yokoo pointed out while Nikaido was pouting.
“So mum, do I have a temperature?” Nikaido’s tone was mocking, but Yokoo noticed he looked a bit worried for some reason.
Yokoo smiled thinking of all the times in the past when he still had to tell off Nikaido for every little thing. He had certainly matured during the years, and Yokoo was glad he didn’t behave like a spoiled brat anymore, but he had never attributed his change to his continuous preaching. Nikaido never seemed to listen much when he talked anyway. He always looked like he was pretending to hear and then making the same mistake over and over again. Yokoo would probably rather be executed than admit it, but the truth was that he found this cheeky side of Nikaido cute.
Since their Junior days, Nikaido had always been one of the messier members. Whenever Nikaido was impolite, Yokoo would coldly stare at him and judge, whenever he was late or forgot something, Yokoo would sigh and tell him not to do it again, whenever he made a mess in the changing room, he would get scolded. It was simply Yokoo’s nature to do so. However he often thought that whatever he said to Nikaido was possibly going to be forgotten a second later, because the other had never shown significant improvement in his behaviour. Yokoo didn’t care if people hated him for his habit to always point out the right thing to do, and he was sure that Nikaido was really annoyed every time he got scolded. Yokoo didn’t want to scold him really, but it was just a matter of coexistence in the same world. Or in the same changing room: everyone should keep their mess on their side.
After debut there was a lot more work and lot of it had been with Nikaido alone. Nikaido was an adult now compared to his self during junior days. He was still quite messy and loud, but to Yokoo’s surprise, he didn’t need to be told how to behave so that the rest of the butai staff and cast didn't hate him. Maybe outside of the group he was aware of his limits and even a bit shy.
Staring at Nikaido’s frown, Yokoo couldn’t help but recall the events of the previous night, when right after rehearsals, Nikaido had followed him outside, after they had parted with the others.
“Shall we go home together?” Nikaido asked, or better, shouted.
“We live in opposite directions.”
“I meant your home.”
Yokoo stopped to stare at Nikaido's inquiring look under the rim of his hat. He pulled down his mask and revealed his full perplexed expression.
“Why?”
They usually didn't hang out together. It had happened a few times when they were doing the butai together, but normally other people would be there as well. Yokoo had thought it was a bit weird for Nikaido to make such a request.
“I don’t want to go home yet. Shall we go drinking at your place?” Nikaido replied, renewing the offer. All of it started to sound suspicious to Yokoo’s ears.
“You’d better rest, we have work tomorrow.” Yokoo started to walk away but Nikaido ran in front of him so he had to stop.
“I like you. I want to go home with you.”
Nikaido encircled Yokoo with his arms and pulled him closer, squeezing him with the right amount of strength that made Yokoo’s breath stop for a second. Or maybe that happened because of the surprise effect.
“Are you practicing your shit for Busaiku by any chance?” Yokoo asked after he pushed Nikaido away from him.
“No, I... I am serious.” Nikaido muttered, not daring to look into the other’s eyes.
Yokoo had laughed it off and Nikaido laughed, embarrassed too and that had been it, at least that was what Yokoo had thought. A silly joke, nothing more. Or a weird display of affection for another member. After all, the next day, Nikaido was still the usual Nikaido. Yokoo kept on staring at his face, wondering if after all, he could have being serious.
“Ah Yokoo-san! I forgot my lip balm. Do you happen to have any?” Nikaido said, emerging from a rummaging mission in the depths of his own bag.
Yokoo opened his bag and took out his lip balm. Of course he hadn’t been serious. He was even asking to borrow stuff as usual.
“Here. It’s used, but if you don’t mind you can use it.”
“I don’t mind. But maybe you do...” Nikaido said, reluctantly accepting the object.
“You can keep it. I’ll buy a new one.”
Nikaido stared at the small tube in his hand for a few instants. “Do you happen to have some of that stuff you put on your hair by any chance? The one that smells nice.”
Yokoo sighed and passed him his hair lotion. After all Nikaido still needed to be looked after. “Make sure you return it to me.”
“Of course, who do you think I am.” Nikaido seemed offended by the lack of trust, but actually he didn’t sound convincing enough. He never had much evidence on his side.
“You never returned the stuff I lent to you during the butai.”
“Ah, I’m sorry about that. I completely forgot. I will defin-”
“It’s okay.” Yokoo closed his bag and started walking out of the room. No need to discuss this further, Nikaido almost never returned the stuff he used and even less often bothered to buy replacements when he finished all of Yokoo’s products. It wasn’t like Yokoo expected anything better from him. He felt really like a mum, giving everything in exchange for nothing. The important thing was that he could help somehow. That the others knew they could rely on him at least for that much. He was happy to show this side and he certainly didn’t hate Nikaido for giving him more than one chance of doing so. But that day he couldn’t explain to himself why he felt disappointed the other had completely forgot what he said the night before. Not that he was hoping for the joke to be true, obviously. He just didn’t like people who joked about feelings that way.
In a few days’ time, Yokoo found himself chatting with Fujigaya after they were left alone by their friends after dinner, and he suddenly remembered about Nikaido’s “confession” and decided to tell Fujigaya and have a laugh about it.
“I don’t think it was a joke, Wataru.” Fujigaya replied seriously, halting the laugh that was about to come out from Yokoo’s mouth.
“What do you mean, he was serious? Come on. We are talking about Nikaido.”
“Exactly. Didn’t you ever notice?”
“What? The way he pretended to listen to what I said and then probably made fun of me with Senga behind my back?”
“Ah so you really never noticed.” Fujigaya giggled. Yokoo stared at Fujigaya with an inquiring look on his face.
“The way he used to try to look like you, copying your look for example? He really admires you for some reason.”
“Okay, that means he thought my fashion was cool. So what? Everyone was always copying one another before.”
“Right then, the way he looks so scared every time you scold him and doesn’t care if others do the same.”
“He doesn’t.”
“Why are you the only person he apologises to?”
“That can’t be true. Maybe a long time ago it was, but now he changed. He’s quite polite and-...”
“Have you ever wondered who’s responsible for the miracle?” Fujigaya smiled.
“...you mean it was because I told him off?”
“You’re so dense. He was trying his best so that you wouldn’t hate him. And maybe notice him.”
“That doesn’t mean he likes me. First of all, it’s not like he altered his behaviour completely. He’s still a mess.”
“Watta, he’s Nikaido, Even if he tries his best there are still limits to what he can fix about himself.”
Yokoo didn’t want to believe what Fujigaya had said. He must be wrong, Nikaido never showed particular signs of affection. Or it was just that he never noticed? Always busy trying to reprimand him, he never actually noticed how the other was seeking attention? In the back of his mind other questions were now starting to form. Why would he like him anyway?
Yokoo started to feel sad thinking that Nikaido’s confession was a joke. Maybe... maybe it wouldn’t have been a bad thing if Nikaido actually liked him.
He didn’t want to believe it, but at the same time he wanted to know. That’s why, whenever the other was around, he started to notice every single twitch of Nikaido’s eyebrows, every single embarrassed or startled movement. Suddenly it became a funny show to look at. If Nikaido was acting as if he liked him, he was acting very well indeed.
Yokoo started to appear behind him suddenly, getting closer than necessary just to see what his reaction would be. Nikaido avoided looking into his eyes whenever he was so close to him, and Yokoo could swear he saw his cheeks turning pink more than once.
After a short while, Yokoo could tell that Nikaido was starting to avoid him, always startled by his proximity, but at the same time trying not to give him enough chances to get closer. Yokoo felt like his toy had been stolen and the fun had all been taken away. For the first time, he felt stupid having used this method instead of just clarifying the situation with the other, but it was too late now. He would never dare talking about the “confession” ever again.
Despite the fact that he thought Nikaido was not reliable, he found himself strangely upset when on the day of his birthday, no message from the other came. Not that he expected Nikaido to write him exactly at midnight like Fujigaya did, not even to fill the message with emoji like Senga had done. He didn’t think Nikaido would celebrate his birthday like Tamamori had done. But he expected at least a short message saying happy birthday. Even Kitayama and Miyata sent him a text, even though they were busy. Yokoo knew Nikaido was busy with his drama too, he was even watching it and he couldn’t help but thinking that he barely had lines, how busy could he had been? He shook off this disrespectful thought from his mind immediately, but he started to convince himself that maybe he was right and that Nikaido didn’t like him that much if he even forgot about his birthday. Or did he avoid to send a message on purpose?
The next day they were paired for a magazine photoshoot. Without even realizing Yokoo was leaning too much towards Nikaido. He still wanted to check his reactions and see what he could do with them.
“Why are you doing this to me?” an exasperated Nikaido whispered and Yokoo felt his breath on his lips. Yokoo was staring at him from below because Nikaido was standing on one of the boxes they were using for the photoshoot. Yokoo had pushed his face as close as possible, even closer than necessary since the photographer had already said it was okay to stop at least two inches before he arrived where he was.
“Didn’t you say you like me? I’m testing you.” Yokoo replied with a defiant look that made the other blush and look away.
“What?! What does that mean? I don’t want to be tested!”
Yokoo wanted to reply that he was just joking, but in fact it wasn’t exactly true. He didn’t know why he was doing all that, maybe it was true that he wanted to verify the truth.
"Could you please go and discuss somewhere else? We need this set for the others." The photographer said in an annoyed tone.
"Are we done? Thank you for your work." Yokoo said, bowing a little. Nikaido rushed out of the room before him without saying a word.
A few minutes later Yokoo found Nikaido in the changing room sprawled on a chair, his face leaning against his palm. The pout on his face and the atmosphere around him made Yokoo feel guilty for a moment. A moment later he just smirked in his direction and started taking off the photoshoot clothes. Nikaido’s face had a flicker of surprise and then he turned his head blatantly, pretending to focus his attention on something else like the blank wall.
“You can look if you want. I mean, you never had problems before,” Yokoo said. He wasn’t trying to sound anything more than what he had said but Nikaido’s reaction was unexpected.
“I did have problems.” Nikaido blurted out, “I don’t want to just look.”
Yokoo raised an eyebrow. It was his turn to surprise him. “Okay, then don’t just look.”
“What do you mean?”
“Come over here and do whatever else you were thinking about that isn’t just looking.”
Nikaido jerked forward as if he was about to jump from the chair then he slowed down and sat again.
“Why are you doing this to me? Seriously. I know I confessed to you and I know you don’t like me and...”
“I never said I don’t like you. Sorry, but your confession was a bit unexpected and I didn’t quite catch that. I still don’t get it.”
“How could you...”
Yokoo sighed and walked the few meters between him and the other man and pulled his arm, forcing him to stand up.
“I don’t even know what I’m doing. I don’t know what you meant when you said you like me.”
“What do you think I meant? Did you think that I was joking?”
“That’s what you do most of the time.”
“I like you.” Nikaido said looking straight into the other’s eyes. Then he plopped down on the chair, lips pouting like a kid no one believes when he says the truth because he used to tell too many lies before.
“You didn’t even send me a message for my birthday.” Yokoo muttered, turning away to gather his stuff.
“Eh?” Nikaido jumped up and went to check his phone. “I was sure I did!”
“Just admit you forgot. It’s not like I was expecting it anyway.”
“Why are you so upset about it then?”
“I’m not upset, I can’t care less.” Yokoo said, crossing his arms and looking away. “I just thought that if you liked someone, you wouldn’t forget his birthday, that’s all.”
Nikaido frowned and then he immediately smiled. “It seems like I got you interested finally.”
“What?!” Yokoo’s voice was a mix of disbelief and shock.
Nikaido walked in front of Yokoo and stood there staring at him. “What are you waiting for? Hug me.”
“What?!” Yokoo repeated, sounding even more shocked.
Nikaido grabbed Yokoo’s arms and threw them around himself. “Now kiss me.”
“What?!” Yokoo was now a mess of unreasonable feelings, trying to sound composed. He asked himself when Nikaido had started to make him feel so confused. And why the situation was reversed all of a sudden.
“Didn’t you want to test me? Didn’t you want to know if I like you for real or if it’s all just a joke?”
“Yes but...”
“Why would you do that if you didn’t like me?”
Yokoo didn’t know how to reply to such logic, the worst part was that it had all started to make sense in his mind. Also, even if Yokoo had known what to reply, he didn’t have time to say anything because Nikaido pressed his mouth on his lips and his body decided on its own that he actually wanted to respond to the kiss rather than answering the question. He let Nikaido’s lips kiss him softly and as he slid his tongue over them he felt Nikaido’s tongue and he couldn’t stop himself anymore. Nikaido’s body was drawing as close as it could get to him, his hands smoothed his hair and his fingers started rubbing gently but possessively on his nape. Yokoo pressed himself more on him and slid his hands up the other’s back, trying to feel more of his warm skin under the t-shirt. Kissing Nikaido felt good and Yokoo started to want more, but held back because it was all so new and unexpected that he didn’t actually know how to move on. He didn’t want to stop and allow his brain to think about what he had done and why he didn’t even realize where all he had done was leading to. They made out for a few minutes before they became aware of the place they were standing.
“Somebody could see us here.” Yokoo said, still sucking Nikaido’s lips and without letting go of his t-shirt.
“Let’s go somewhere else. Like your place,” Nikaido suggested. Yokoo looked surprised and scared for an instant, but then a gleam of interest crossed his eyes and he agreed.
Yokoo was sure that it definitely wasn’t a joke while he was driving home. In the passenger’s seat, Nikaido was looking outside the window. Yokoo glanced in his direction for a second, and found himself looking forward to what was going to happen next. He wasn’t sure why he had waited so long before realizing that it was easier to just accept the other and his own feelings and take him to his place, but what he was definitely sure about in that moment was that their drive home was definitely lasting too long.
As they entered Yokoo’s apartment, Nikaido looked confused and didn’t show the determined demeanor he had shown before in the changing room. It was suddenly really awkward between them and Nikaido seemed really shy. Yokoo wandered if changing the location had been a mistake after all.
“Hey.” Yokoo said while Nikaido was playing with his dogs. “My bed is that way.”
Nikaido turned around and looked still confused.
“Don’t you want this?"
“I do!” Nikaido stood up. “Of course I do, I’m just...”
“Come here.” Yokoo pulled Nikaido’s arm and dragged him to his bed where he pushed him down on the mattress. He kissed him again and started going down his neck as Nikaido jolted every time Yokoo scraped his skin with his teeth. “Don’t tell me you’re acting shy now?”
Nikaido started rubbing his hands on Yokoo’s back and tugging at his clothes. “I’m just really happy this is finally happening. You can’t even imagine how many times I wished those fangs would bite me."
“Really?” Yokoo, instead of just grazing Nikaido with his teeth, bit his skin, maybe a bit too hard as the sound Nikaido emitted had a deep shade of pain to it. “What else did you wish for?”
“I wanted you on me like we are now. Our legs entwined and our bodies pressed together.”
“What else?” Yokoo asked, helping Nikaido out of his t-shirt and taking off his own shirt right after, impatient to feel the other’s warm skin on his own and eager to look at him more exposed while finding out more details about what he wanted.
“I wanted to feel your fingers on my skin. I want to kiss them.”
Yokoo roughly ran a hand on Nikaido’s chest and then his neck and face, ending up with his fingers in Nikaido’s mouth, where Nikaido started sucking them eagerly while staring at him with eyes full of want. “Then what?”
“I want your fingers wrapped around my cock.”
Yokoo ran his hand down to Nikaido’s zipper and undid it. He slid his hand inside Nikaido’s underwear and grabbed his already hard cock. Nikaido squirmed and breathed heavily. Yokoo helped him get out of his jeans and slid out of his trousers too.
“Touch me.” He asked, but Nikaido was already moving his hand to grab Yokoo’s cock. “Your hands aren’t bad either,” he commented, Nikaido’s long fingers wrapped perfectly around his cock.
“Do you know where I want your fingers next?” Nikaido asked. He wasn’t being shy anymore, Yokoo noticed, and smirked excitedly.
“No, but let me guess.”
“In my bag there is lube. And also a replacement for the lip balm you gave me the other day.”
“Do you always go around with lube in your bag?”
“You never know.” Nikaido replied with a shrug of shoulders.
“Well, I don’t want to go get your bag.” Yokoo certainly didn’t want to leave the place where he was, and lose the touch of Nikaido’s body, not even for a minute. Probably not even a second as impatience was starting to build inside him. He wanted Nikaido and he wanted him now. He wanted to slide his fingers inside him and he wanted to fuck Nikaido and there was no way that could wait. “Just open that drawer there. There should be lube inside.”
“Close to your bed, eh? Always ready.” Nikaido observed, obeying Yokoo’s order and finding what they needed.
“You never know.” Yokoo mocked.
Nikaido grabbed him possessively and pulled him down for a kiss. His hands were running wildly on Yokoo’s skin and he grinded with his body on him, moving his hips upward and letting the other respond to his passion with the same amount of desire, as he was reaching for Nikaido’s skin, their legs writhing and their bodies tangling together frantically. Nikaido grabbed Yokoo’s cock and started stroking him, meanwhile Yokoo had started smoothing Nikaido’s skin, playing with his nipples and going down on his sides, he reached for his cock again.
"Do you know where I want those fingers of yours then? You still didn't guess."
Yokoo pinned his elbow on the mattress and grabbed the lube, squeezing some out and spreading it on his fingers. Everything that Nikaido said sent shivers down his spine. He liked how cocky the other was being just because he was about to get what he wanted.
"Stop being cheeky. I know exactly what you want."
Yokoo started rubbing his fingers on Nikaido’s hole, exploring the area without rush. He couldn’t wait to thrust in and out of him with all his strength, but he also wanted Nikaido to be ready for it. And maybe a little bit more excited and close to his limit.
"Come on! What are you waiting for?" Nikaido moaned, his hips moving towards Yokoo in the attempt to hasten the situation.
"Impatient, huh? You forgot your manners." Yokoo grinned and continued teasing Nikaido, running his finger around, and never giving him relief.
"Oh come on, in bed we don't need manners!"
"No?" Yokoo said pushing his finger in without further ado. Nikaido squirmed in surprise and probably also because it hadn't been exactly pleasant. "Sorry, maybe I should have asked if you were ready, but no manners in bed, you said."
"Go on and stop talking." Nikaido bawled, provocatively. Yokoo grinned and continued working him open, this time careful not to actually hurt him. When Nikaido started to push down on his finger, he pushed another one in. He could feel the other wanted more and was getting really impatient as his words became more daring. When he saw Yokoo wasn’t complying with his requests though, he changed his tone. Yokoo really liked it when he could make Nikaido understand where he was wrong with just a look.
“Please, I’m ready. Get inside me. Hurry please.”
“Are we back to having manners in bed now?” Yokoo asked pulling out his fingers and giving himself a few strokes. He was hard and ready to go. He had been waiting enough, the image of Nikaido under him, full of want and lust had been too entertaining to stop early. He looked at the other’s dark eyes; the way they were seeking his eyes, and when they met, they would stray for a second, and then stared back, forgetting any shyness.
Nikaido’s mouth was partially open, the curve of his upper lip was wet and inviting. Before pushing his cock inside him, Yokoo leaned down to kiss him and bit his upper lip. Nikaido jerked and squealed.
“Fuck! I didn’t know you were so violent, Yokoo-san.”
Yokoo grabbed his hips and dug his nails on his skin. “Somehow you make me want to hurt you. Because you never listen to me.”
“I know. It has been really painful so far. You can really hurt if you want to.” Nikaido smiled bitterly. Yokoo stopped for a second and realized how serious the other’s feelings were. It was true that he actually liked him and in exchange he had treated him like a kid and his feelings as a joke. Yokoo felt really awful, but in the end, everything was working. Maybe Nikaido was actually talking about his bites and not what he had done to his feelings, Yokoo couldn’t be quite sure, and to be honest he didn’t expect Nikaido to talk about his feelings in that moment, but he really felt like he had to do something to make him feel better.
“Are you happy now?” He asked, making the question sound dirtier than it actually was intended.
“In bed with you? Of course I am. I thought this moment would never come.”
Yokoo’s heart skipped a beat listening to Nikaido’s sincere words. How could he have not believed him? What was he thinking, delaying this moment in which they could finally enjoy their closeness?
“So? Do we have to stay here and chat or...?” Nikaido asked, impatience visible on his face.
“Shut up, from now on all I want to hear is you moaning and calling my name.” Yokoo pushed his cock inside Nikaido and the other squeezed the sheets and called Yokoo’s name, eyes closed. Yokoo put his hands on Nikaido’s cheeks. “Look at me.”
Nikaido opened his eyes and Yokoo stared at him closely while he started pushing inside slowly. He didn’t allow the other to look at anything else that wasn't his eyes. As he was comfortably inside him, he moved his hands back to Nikaido’s hips again to steady him as he started thrusting, but Nikaido didn’t look anywhere else and didn’t close his eyes either. Yokoo felt mesmerized by his gaze while the pleasure of being inside him was starting to make his body feel warmer and his head lighter.
He started thrusting harder and Nikaido’s legs couldn’t quite stay still on his sides, so he grabbed him and pushed even harder. Nikaido moved a hand on his cock and started stroking himself, but Yokoo moved his own hand on the other’s cock and seized it, his fingers tangling with Nikaido’s fingers, pressed together and moving at the same pace. It didn’t take long for Nikaido to come, spilling on Yokoo’s and his own hand and stomach, while Yokoo listened to his moans and felt a rush of excitement reaching him. He started moving faster, his thrusts less controlled and steadier than before, letting go of himself wildly inside the other, breaking him apart. He wasn't quite sure it was pleasant enough for Nikaido anymore, but it didn’t take long before he came inside him, straightened his back and then fell on Nikaido’s body, breathing heavily. Nikaido pushed some of the hair from Yokoo’s face away, and Yokoo moved his lips towards his fingers, kissing them, licking them, tasting Nikaido’s semen on them.
“I don’t really feel comfortable doing this.” Nikaido muttered.
Yokoo raised his head to look at him, wondering what that could mean, wondering if he meant to say that he preferred to switch the next time or if having done that with Yokoo, he just realized it wasn’t what he wanted. Maybe he didn’t like him, maybe he had just been infatuated but now that he was actually there he knew he really didn’t like Yokoo at all. All sorts of thoughts crossed Yokoo’s mind and the biggest of all was ‘I must not let him go.’
“I mean... we made a mess on your bed. Knowing you, I can tell it’s enough to get myself in trouble.” Nikaido continued, breaking the silence that Yokoo didn’t have the courage to break with any question.
As an answer, Yokoo bit the first piece of Nikaido’s skin he could find, making the other yell in pain and jump up to sit. “Not even I expect sex not to be messy, you idiot!”
“That really hurts!” Nikaido whined, rubbing his chest with his hand. Yokoo was already badly trying to muffle his laugher. He wouldn’t have expected from himself to act that way and now he felt it was funny. Nevertheless, he was relieved there was actually no real problem, and that Nikaido didn’t regret what he did. He would never explain to Nikaido the reason for his bite though, he didn’t want him to think he was such a worrywart.
“You better get used to it.” Yokoo smiled and leaned to kiss Nikaido possessively, and this time Nikaido really listened to him.
Pairings/Characters: Yokoo/Nikaido
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Summary: Yokoo doesn’t believe Nikaido when he confesses he likes him. But then he starts to get weird reactions whenever he goes close to him.
Notes: Originally posted for Fic2 exchange as a giftfic for orangegreenlove. Something was wrong with the formatting there, so sorry about that. By the way this is the fic I received, everyone go read it, it's awesome http://kis-my-fic2.livejournal.com/17613.html
Yokoo entered the changing room and the first thing he noticed was how messy it already was. Fujigaya’s clothes were lying abandoned on a chair, and the hair straightener was still plugged in and there was no sign of him anywhere. Probably he was already chatting with the choreographer or stretching before dance practice. It looked like the other members of his group hadn’t arrived yet and Yokoo wondered how could one person create so much mess by himself. He sighed and went to unplug the hair straightener, trying to ignore the irresistible urge to fold Fujigaya’s clothes nicely. Tidying up a bit was allowed, tidying up all the other members' mess fell definitely into the “too much” category. Deep inside he questioned himself about why Fujigaya was being so conscious about his hairstyle even if it was only concert rehearsal that day. He would have pinned his hair up as usual anyway, why bothering to straighten it? He dropped his bag on a table, took off his coat and cap, looked in the mirror and he was ready to go. No need to look special on a boring rehearsal day.
As he was about to leave the room, the door opened and Nikaido entered. His face was half covered by a mask so Yokoo translated the muffled sound of his voice as a greeting and replied to it.
“Good morning. Are you ill?” Yokoo asked as Nikaido took off his mask and stripped off his jacket.
“No, I’m not. It’s just a disguise.” Nikaido replied, dropping his open bag on top of Fujigaya’s and instantly creating a new mess that didn’t pass unnoticed under Yokoo’s gaze.
“You’re quite early today, are you sure you’re not ill? It’s unusual.” Yokoo asked, grinning and pretending to check Nikaido’s temperature.
“Yokoo-san! You know I’m always on time for rehearsal.” Nikaido protested, looking deeply offended by the lack of faith the other had in him. Yokoo was surprised he didn’t slap his hand or move away, but instead he allowed him to go all the way to his forehead.
“On time maybe, but never in advance.” Yokoo pointed out while Nikaido was pouting.
“So mum, do I have a temperature?” Nikaido’s tone was mocking, but Yokoo noticed he looked a bit worried for some reason.
Yokoo smiled thinking of all the times in the past when he still had to tell off Nikaido for every little thing. He had certainly matured during the years, and Yokoo was glad he didn’t behave like a spoiled brat anymore, but he had never attributed his change to his continuous preaching. Nikaido never seemed to listen much when he talked anyway. He always looked like he was pretending to hear and then making the same mistake over and over again. Yokoo would probably rather be executed than admit it, but the truth was that he found this cheeky side of Nikaido cute.
Since their Junior days, Nikaido had always been one of the messier members. Whenever Nikaido was impolite, Yokoo would coldly stare at him and judge, whenever he was late or forgot something, Yokoo would sigh and tell him not to do it again, whenever he made a mess in the changing room, he would get scolded. It was simply Yokoo’s nature to do so. However he often thought that whatever he said to Nikaido was possibly going to be forgotten a second later, because the other had never shown significant improvement in his behaviour. Yokoo didn’t care if people hated him for his habit to always point out the right thing to do, and he was sure that Nikaido was really annoyed every time he got scolded. Yokoo didn’t want to scold him really, but it was just a matter of coexistence in the same world. Or in the same changing room: everyone should keep their mess on their side.
After debut there was a lot more work and lot of it had been with Nikaido alone. Nikaido was an adult now compared to his self during junior days. He was still quite messy and loud, but to Yokoo’s surprise, he didn’t need to be told how to behave so that the rest of the butai staff and cast didn't hate him. Maybe outside of the group he was aware of his limits and even a bit shy.
Staring at Nikaido’s frown, Yokoo couldn’t help but recall the events of the previous night, when right after rehearsals, Nikaido had followed him outside, after they had parted with the others.
“Shall we go home together?” Nikaido asked, or better, shouted.
“We live in opposite directions.”
“I meant your home.”
Yokoo stopped to stare at Nikaido's inquiring look under the rim of his hat. He pulled down his mask and revealed his full perplexed expression.
“Why?”
They usually didn't hang out together. It had happened a few times when they were doing the butai together, but normally other people would be there as well. Yokoo had thought it was a bit weird for Nikaido to make such a request.
“I don’t want to go home yet. Shall we go drinking at your place?” Nikaido replied, renewing the offer. All of it started to sound suspicious to Yokoo’s ears.
“You’d better rest, we have work tomorrow.” Yokoo started to walk away but Nikaido ran in front of him so he had to stop.
“I like you. I want to go home with you.”
Nikaido encircled Yokoo with his arms and pulled him closer, squeezing him with the right amount of strength that made Yokoo’s breath stop for a second. Or maybe that happened because of the surprise effect.
“Are you practicing your shit for Busaiku by any chance?” Yokoo asked after he pushed Nikaido away from him.
“No, I... I am serious.” Nikaido muttered, not daring to look into the other’s eyes.
Yokoo had laughed it off and Nikaido laughed, embarrassed too and that had been it, at least that was what Yokoo had thought. A silly joke, nothing more. Or a weird display of affection for another member. After all, the next day, Nikaido was still the usual Nikaido. Yokoo kept on staring at his face, wondering if after all, he could have being serious.
“Ah Yokoo-san! I forgot my lip balm. Do you happen to have any?” Nikaido said, emerging from a rummaging mission in the depths of his own bag.
Yokoo opened his bag and took out his lip balm. Of course he hadn’t been serious. He was even asking to borrow stuff as usual.
“Here. It’s used, but if you don’t mind you can use it.”
“I don’t mind. But maybe you do...” Nikaido said, reluctantly accepting the object.
“You can keep it. I’ll buy a new one.”
Nikaido stared at the small tube in his hand for a few instants. “Do you happen to have some of that stuff you put on your hair by any chance? The one that smells nice.”
Yokoo sighed and passed him his hair lotion. After all Nikaido still needed to be looked after. “Make sure you return it to me.”
“Of course, who do you think I am.” Nikaido seemed offended by the lack of trust, but actually he didn’t sound convincing enough. He never had much evidence on his side.
“You never returned the stuff I lent to you during the butai.”
“Ah, I’m sorry about that. I completely forgot. I will defin-”
“It’s okay.” Yokoo closed his bag and started walking out of the room. No need to discuss this further, Nikaido almost never returned the stuff he used and even less often bothered to buy replacements when he finished all of Yokoo’s products. It wasn’t like Yokoo expected anything better from him. He felt really like a mum, giving everything in exchange for nothing. The important thing was that he could help somehow. That the others knew they could rely on him at least for that much. He was happy to show this side and he certainly didn’t hate Nikaido for giving him more than one chance of doing so. But that day he couldn’t explain to himself why he felt disappointed the other had completely forgot what he said the night before. Not that he was hoping for the joke to be true, obviously. He just didn’t like people who joked about feelings that way.
In a few days’ time, Yokoo found himself chatting with Fujigaya after they were left alone by their friends after dinner, and he suddenly remembered about Nikaido’s “confession” and decided to tell Fujigaya and have a laugh about it.
“I don’t think it was a joke, Wataru.” Fujigaya replied seriously, halting the laugh that was about to come out from Yokoo’s mouth.
“What do you mean, he was serious? Come on. We are talking about Nikaido.”
“Exactly. Didn’t you ever notice?”
“What? The way he pretended to listen to what I said and then probably made fun of me with Senga behind my back?”
“Ah so you really never noticed.” Fujigaya giggled. Yokoo stared at Fujigaya with an inquiring look on his face.
“The way he used to try to look like you, copying your look for example? He really admires you for some reason.”
“Okay, that means he thought my fashion was cool. So what? Everyone was always copying one another before.”
“Right then, the way he looks so scared every time you scold him and doesn’t care if others do the same.”
“He doesn’t.”
“Why are you the only person he apologises to?”
“That can’t be true. Maybe a long time ago it was, but now he changed. He’s quite polite and-...”
“Have you ever wondered who’s responsible for the miracle?” Fujigaya smiled.
“...you mean it was because I told him off?”
“You’re so dense. He was trying his best so that you wouldn’t hate him. And maybe notice him.”
“That doesn’t mean he likes me. First of all, it’s not like he altered his behaviour completely. He’s still a mess.”
“Watta, he’s Nikaido, Even if he tries his best there are still limits to what he can fix about himself.”
Yokoo didn’t want to believe what Fujigaya had said. He must be wrong, Nikaido never showed particular signs of affection. Or it was just that he never noticed? Always busy trying to reprimand him, he never actually noticed how the other was seeking attention? In the back of his mind other questions were now starting to form. Why would he like him anyway?
Yokoo started to feel sad thinking that Nikaido’s confession was a joke. Maybe... maybe it wouldn’t have been a bad thing if Nikaido actually liked him.
He didn’t want to believe it, but at the same time he wanted to know. That’s why, whenever the other was around, he started to notice every single twitch of Nikaido’s eyebrows, every single embarrassed or startled movement. Suddenly it became a funny show to look at. If Nikaido was acting as if he liked him, he was acting very well indeed.
Yokoo started to appear behind him suddenly, getting closer than necessary just to see what his reaction would be. Nikaido avoided looking into his eyes whenever he was so close to him, and Yokoo could swear he saw his cheeks turning pink more than once.
After a short while, Yokoo could tell that Nikaido was starting to avoid him, always startled by his proximity, but at the same time trying not to give him enough chances to get closer. Yokoo felt like his toy had been stolen and the fun had all been taken away. For the first time, he felt stupid having used this method instead of just clarifying the situation with the other, but it was too late now. He would never dare talking about the “confession” ever again.
Despite the fact that he thought Nikaido was not reliable, he found himself strangely upset when on the day of his birthday, no message from the other came. Not that he expected Nikaido to write him exactly at midnight like Fujigaya did, not even to fill the message with emoji like Senga had done. He didn’t think Nikaido would celebrate his birthday like Tamamori had done. But he expected at least a short message saying happy birthday. Even Kitayama and Miyata sent him a text, even though they were busy. Yokoo knew Nikaido was busy with his drama too, he was even watching it and he couldn’t help but thinking that he barely had lines, how busy could he had been? He shook off this disrespectful thought from his mind immediately, but he started to convince himself that maybe he was right and that Nikaido didn’t like him that much if he even forgot about his birthday. Or did he avoid to send a message on purpose?
The next day they were paired for a magazine photoshoot. Without even realizing Yokoo was leaning too much towards Nikaido. He still wanted to check his reactions and see what he could do with them.
“Why are you doing this to me?” an exasperated Nikaido whispered and Yokoo felt his breath on his lips. Yokoo was staring at him from below because Nikaido was standing on one of the boxes they were using for the photoshoot. Yokoo had pushed his face as close as possible, even closer than necessary since the photographer had already said it was okay to stop at least two inches before he arrived where he was.
“Didn’t you say you like me? I’m testing you.” Yokoo replied with a defiant look that made the other blush and look away.
“What?! What does that mean? I don’t want to be tested!”
Yokoo wanted to reply that he was just joking, but in fact it wasn’t exactly true. He didn’t know why he was doing all that, maybe it was true that he wanted to verify the truth.
"Could you please go and discuss somewhere else? We need this set for the others." The photographer said in an annoyed tone.
"Are we done? Thank you for your work." Yokoo said, bowing a little. Nikaido rushed out of the room before him without saying a word.
A few minutes later Yokoo found Nikaido in the changing room sprawled on a chair, his face leaning against his palm. The pout on his face and the atmosphere around him made Yokoo feel guilty for a moment. A moment later he just smirked in his direction and started taking off the photoshoot clothes. Nikaido’s face had a flicker of surprise and then he turned his head blatantly, pretending to focus his attention on something else like the blank wall.
“You can look if you want. I mean, you never had problems before,” Yokoo said. He wasn’t trying to sound anything more than what he had said but Nikaido’s reaction was unexpected.
“I did have problems.” Nikaido blurted out, “I don’t want to just look.”
Yokoo raised an eyebrow. It was his turn to surprise him. “Okay, then don’t just look.”
“What do you mean?”
“Come over here and do whatever else you were thinking about that isn’t just looking.”
Nikaido jerked forward as if he was about to jump from the chair then he slowed down and sat again.
“Why are you doing this to me? Seriously. I know I confessed to you and I know you don’t like me and...”
“I never said I don’t like you. Sorry, but your confession was a bit unexpected and I didn’t quite catch that. I still don’t get it.”
“How could you...”
Yokoo sighed and walked the few meters between him and the other man and pulled his arm, forcing him to stand up.
“I don’t even know what I’m doing. I don’t know what you meant when you said you like me.”
“What do you think I meant? Did you think that I was joking?”
“That’s what you do most of the time.”
“I like you.” Nikaido said looking straight into the other’s eyes. Then he plopped down on the chair, lips pouting like a kid no one believes when he says the truth because he used to tell too many lies before.
“You didn’t even send me a message for my birthday.” Yokoo muttered, turning away to gather his stuff.
“Eh?” Nikaido jumped up and went to check his phone. “I was sure I did!”
“Just admit you forgot. It’s not like I was expecting it anyway.”
“Why are you so upset about it then?”
“I’m not upset, I can’t care less.” Yokoo said, crossing his arms and looking away. “I just thought that if you liked someone, you wouldn’t forget his birthday, that’s all.”
Nikaido frowned and then he immediately smiled. “It seems like I got you interested finally.”
“What?!” Yokoo’s voice was a mix of disbelief and shock.
Nikaido walked in front of Yokoo and stood there staring at him. “What are you waiting for? Hug me.”
“What?!” Yokoo repeated, sounding even more shocked.
Nikaido grabbed Yokoo’s arms and threw them around himself. “Now kiss me.”
“What?!” Yokoo was now a mess of unreasonable feelings, trying to sound composed. He asked himself when Nikaido had started to make him feel so confused. And why the situation was reversed all of a sudden.
“Didn’t you want to test me? Didn’t you want to know if I like you for real or if it’s all just a joke?”
“Yes but...”
“Why would you do that if you didn’t like me?”
Yokoo didn’t know how to reply to such logic, the worst part was that it had all started to make sense in his mind. Also, even if Yokoo had known what to reply, he didn’t have time to say anything because Nikaido pressed his mouth on his lips and his body decided on its own that he actually wanted to respond to the kiss rather than answering the question. He let Nikaido’s lips kiss him softly and as he slid his tongue over them he felt Nikaido’s tongue and he couldn’t stop himself anymore. Nikaido’s body was drawing as close as it could get to him, his hands smoothed his hair and his fingers started rubbing gently but possessively on his nape. Yokoo pressed himself more on him and slid his hands up the other’s back, trying to feel more of his warm skin under the t-shirt. Kissing Nikaido felt good and Yokoo started to want more, but held back because it was all so new and unexpected that he didn’t actually know how to move on. He didn’t want to stop and allow his brain to think about what he had done and why he didn’t even realize where all he had done was leading to. They made out for a few minutes before they became aware of the place they were standing.
“Somebody could see us here.” Yokoo said, still sucking Nikaido’s lips and without letting go of his t-shirt.
“Let’s go somewhere else. Like your place,” Nikaido suggested. Yokoo looked surprised and scared for an instant, but then a gleam of interest crossed his eyes and he agreed.
Yokoo was sure that it definitely wasn’t a joke while he was driving home. In the passenger’s seat, Nikaido was looking outside the window. Yokoo glanced in his direction for a second, and found himself looking forward to what was going to happen next. He wasn’t sure why he had waited so long before realizing that it was easier to just accept the other and his own feelings and take him to his place, but what he was definitely sure about in that moment was that their drive home was definitely lasting too long.
As they entered Yokoo’s apartment, Nikaido looked confused and didn’t show the determined demeanor he had shown before in the changing room. It was suddenly really awkward between them and Nikaido seemed really shy. Yokoo wandered if changing the location had been a mistake after all.
“Hey.” Yokoo said while Nikaido was playing with his dogs. “My bed is that way.”
Nikaido turned around and looked still confused.
“Don’t you want this?"
“I do!” Nikaido stood up. “Of course I do, I’m just...”
“Come here.” Yokoo pulled Nikaido’s arm and dragged him to his bed where he pushed him down on the mattress. He kissed him again and started going down his neck as Nikaido jolted every time Yokoo scraped his skin with his teeth. “Don’t tell me you’re acting shy now?”
Nikaido started rubbing his hands on Yokoo’s back and tugging at his clothes. “I’m just really happy this is finally happening. You can’t even imagine how many times I wished those fangs would bite me."
“Really?” Yokoo, instead of just grazing Nikaido with his teeth, bit his skin, maybe a bit too hard as the sound Nikaido emitted had a deep shade of pain to it. “What else did you wish for?”
“I wanted you on me like we are now. Our legs entwined and our bodies pressed together.”
“What else?” Yokoo asked, helping Nikaido out of his t-shirt and taking off his own shirt right after, impatient to feel the other’s warm skin on his own and eager to look at him more exposed while finding out more details about what he wanted.
“I wanted to feel your fingers on my skin. I want to kiss them.”
Yokoo roughly ran a hand on Nikaido’s chest and then his neck and face, ending up with his fingers in Nikaido’s mouth, where Nikaido started sucking them eagerly while staring at him with eyes full of want. “Then what?”
“I want your fingers wrapped around my cock.”
Yokoo ran his hand down to Nikaido’s zipper and undid it. He slid his hand inside Nikaido’s underwear and grabbed his already hard cock. Nikaido squirmed and breathed heavily. Yokoo helped him get out of his jeans and slid out of his trousers too.
“Touch me.” He asked, but Nikaido was already moving his hand to grab Yokoo’s cock. “Your hands aren’t bad either,” he commented, Nikaido’s long fingers wrapped perfectly around his cock.
“Do you know where I want your fingers next?” Nikaido asked. He wasn’t being shy anymore, Yokoo noticed, and smirked excitedly.
“No, but let me guess.”
“In my bag there is lube. And also a replacement for the lip balm you gave me the other day.”
“Do you always go around with lube in your bag?”
“You never know.” Nikaido replied with a shrug of shoulders.
“Well, I don’t want to go get your bag.” Yokoo certainly didn’t want to leave the place where he was, and lose the touch of Nikaido’s body, not even for a minute. Probably not even a second as impatience was starting to build inside him. He wanted Nikaido and he wanted him now. He wanted to slide his fingers inside him and he wanted to fuck Nikaido and there was no way that could wait. “Just open that drawer there. There should be lube inside.”
“Close to your bed, eh? Always ready.” Nikaido observed, obeying Yokoo’s order and finding what they needed.
“You never know.” Yokoo mocked.
Nikaido grabbed him possessively and pulled him down for a kiss. His hands were running wildly on Yokoo’s skin and he grinded with his body on him, moving his hips upward and letting the other respond to his passion with the same amount of desire, as he was reaching for Nikaido’s skin, their legs writhing and their bodies tangling together frantically. Nikaido grabbed Yokoo’s cock and started stroking him, meanwhile Yokoo had started smoothing Nikaido’s skin, playing with his nipples and going down on his sides, he reached for his cock again.
"Do you know where I want those fingers of yours then? You still didn't guess."
Yokoo pinned his elbow on the mattress and grabbed the lube, squeezing some out and spreading it on his fingers. Everything that Nikaido said sent shivers down his spine. He liked how cocky the other was being just because he was about to get what he wanted.
"Stop being cheeky. I know exactly what you want."
Yokoo started rubbing his fingers on Nikaido’s hole, exploring the area without rush. He couldn’t wait to thrust in and out of him with all his strength, but he also wanted Nikaido to be ready for it. And maybe a little bit more excited and close to his limit.
"Come on! What are you waiting for?" Nikaido moaned, his hips moving towards Yokoo in the attempt to hasten the situation.
"Impatient, huh? You forgot your manners." Yokoo grinned and continued teasing Nikaido, running his finger around, and never giving him relief.
"Oh come on, in bed we don't need manners!"
"No?" Yokoo said pushing his finger in without further ado. Nikaido squirmed in surprise and probably also because it hadn't been exactly pleasant. "Sorry, maybe I should have asked if you were ready, but no manners in bed, you said."
"Go on and stop talking." Nikaido bawled, provocatively. Yokoo grinned and continued working him open, this time careful not to actually hurt him. When Nikaido started to push down on his finger, he pushed another one in. He could feel the other wanted more and was getting really impatient as his words became more daring. When he saw Yokoo wasn’t complying with his requests though, he changed his tone. Yokoo really liked it when he could make Nikaido understand where he was wrong with just a look.
“Please, I’m ready. Get inside me. Hurry please.”
“Are we back to having manners in bed now?” Yokoo asked pulling out his fingers and giving himself a few strokes. He was hard and ready to go. He had been waiting enough, the image of Nikaido under him, full of want and lust had been too entertaining to stop early. He looked at the other’s dark eyes; the way they were seeking his eyes, and when they met, they would stray for a second, and then stared back, forgetting any shyness.
Nikaido’s mouth was partially open, the curve of his upper lip was wet and inviting. Before pushing his cock inside him, Yokoo leaned down to kiss him and bit his upper lip. Nikaido jerked and squealed.
“Fuck! I didn’t know you were so violent, Yokoo-san.”
Yokoo grabbed his hips and dug his nails on his skin. “Somehow you make me want to hurt you. Because you never listen to me.”
“I know. It has been really painful so far. You can really hurt if you want to.” Nikaido smiled bitterly. Yokoo stopped for a second and realized how serious the other’s feelings were. It was true that he actually liked him and in exchange he had treated him like a kid and his feelings as a joke. Yokoo felt really awful, but in the end, everything was working. Maybe Nikaido was actually talking about his bites and not what he had done to his feelings, Yokoo couldn’t be quite sure, and to be honest he didn’t expect Nikaido to talk about his feelings in that moment, but he really felt like he had to do something to make him feel better.
“Are you happy now?” He asked, making the question sound dirtier than it actually was intended.
“In bed with you? Of course I am. I thought this moment would never come.”
Yokoo’s heart skipped a beat listening to Nikaido’s sincere words. How could he have not believed him? What was he thinking, delaying this moment in which they could finally enjoy their closeness?
“So? Do we have to stay here and chat or...?” Nikaido asked, impatience visible on his face.
“Shut up, from now on all I want to hear is you moaning and calling my name.” Yokoo pushed his cock inside Nikaido and the other squeezed the sheets and called Yokoo’s name, eyes closed. Yokoo put his hands on Nikaido’s cheeks. “Look at me.”
Nikaido opened his eyes and Yokoo stared at him closely while he started pushing inside slowly. He didn’t allow the other to look at anything else that wasn't his eyes. As he was comfortably inside him, he moved his hands back to Nikaido’s hips again to steady him as he started thrusting, but Nikaido didn’t look anywhere else and didn’t close his eyes either. Yokoo felt mesmerized by his gaze while the pleasure of being inside him was starting to make his body feel warmer and his head lighter.
He started thrusting harder and Nikaido’s legs couldn’t quite stay still on his sides, so he grabbed him and pushed even harder. Nikaido moved a hand on his cock and started stroking himself, but Yokoo moved his own hand on the other’s cock and seized it, his fingers tangling with Nikaido’s fingers, pressed together and moving at the same pace. It didn’t take long for Nikaido to come, spilling on Yokoo’s and his own hand and stomach, while Yokoo listened to his moans and felt a rush of excitement reaching him. He started moving faster, his thrusts less controlled and steadier than before, letting go of himself wildly inside the other, breaking him apart. He wasn't quite sure it was pleasant enough for Nikaido anymore, but it didn’t take long before he came inside him, straightened his back and then fell on Nikaido’s body, breathing heavily. Nikaido pushed some of the hair from Yokoo’s face away, and Yokoo moved his lips towards his fingers, kissing them, licking them, tasting Nikaido’s semen on them.
“I don’t really feel comfortable doing this.” Nikaido muttered.
Yokoo raised his head to look at him, wondering what that could mean, wondering if he meant to say that he preferred to switch the next time or if having done that with Yokoo, he just realized it wasn’t what he wanted. Maybe he didn’t like him, maybe he had just been infatuated but now that he was actually there he knew he really didn’t like Yokoo at all. All sorts of thoughts crossed Yokoo’s mind and the biggest of all was ‘I must not let him go.’
“I mean... we made a mess on your bed. Knowing you, I can tell it’s enough to get myself in trouble.” Nikaido continued, breaking the silence that Yokoo didn’t have the courage to break with any question.
As an answer, Yokoo bit the first piece of Nikaido’s skin he could find, making the other yell in pain and jump up to sit. “Not even I expect sex not to be messy, you idiot!”
“That really hurts!” Nikaido whined, rubbing his chest with his hand. Yokoo was already badly trying to muffle his laugher. He wouldn’t have expected from himself to act that way and now he felt it was funny. Nevertheless, he was relieved there was actually no real problem, and that Nikaido didn’t regret what he did. He would never explain to Nikaido the reason for his bite though, he didn’t want him to think he was such a worrywart.
“You better get used to it.” Yokoo smiled and leaned to kiss Nikaido possessively, and this time Nikaido really listened to him.