dummies in a fluffy ~ 05 - chaste kisses
Title: ☆dummies in a fluffy ~ 05 - chaste kisses。
Author:
quaint_stories
Category: multi-chapter
Pairing: Junno x Tatsuya; Junno x Kazuya
Rating: nc17
Genre: au; angst; romance
Disclaimer: I only own the story...
Summary: Be it a chaste kiss, lewd nights in bed or a bony shoulder for a pillow on a train, love has to start from somewhere. Well at least that's what Tatsuya believes. And after an unexpected lewd tipsy night with Junno, the man he has been watching and agonising over from afar, Tatsuya tells him without apology, "by the first snowfall, you'll already love me".
Word Count: 2,611
Chapter Summary: chap. 05 - told from Junno's POV (because it's only fair as well as, it's his birthday); from the moment he and Tatsuya met, to all the events leading up to the present. Happy reading ♡٩(๑′∀ ‵๑)۶♡
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Junno has never thought himself to be a homosexual, and so he wonders if his limited experience with men is enough to classify him as a bisexual. After all, he has only ever done it with one man before - and that relationship is a strange one with a strange history - like a play thing for old time’s sake.
So surprised he was when on the train he allowed a pretty face to drop drool on his shoulder. A man with features so sharp with just the right amount of edge along the jaws… his eyelashes black and long and they fluttered against his fair skin. Even the way he snored had something sexy about it - a low and comforting whisper as if saying ‘come to bed with me’. And there’s another mystery; the way how the small but strong looking body curved into Junno’s side pressuring him with sensual heating. Since that day, Junno already felt a tiny bit of something feathery coiling in his tummy.
So imagine his glee when he met Tatsuya again at the jazz bar. He doubts his memory is that fleeting of the handsomeness he once saw, but the second time around, Tatsuya is even more gorgeous, and Junno is so hot all over that he might as well melt.
By the time their night comes to an end, they stagger to the train station - Junno, still sober enough to debate if he should ask for a contact number or email, because Junno senses that a one night fling with this man would just not be enough, but he ignores him, thinking that at this point in his life where he’s trying to build his career in International Business, that he has no time for a proper romance - much less, a romance with a man.
“Just in time for the last train”, Tatsuya needlessly supplies, “it was really good meeting my train rescuer again”.
Junno laughs, a drunken gust of radiance that brightens his face and perfectly hides the tiny ping in his heart as he wonders what to do next.
“Do you work tomorrow?” Tatsuya asks, his eyes boring into Junno’s consciousness.
“No, no I don’t. It’ll be my first day off in months”, he half smiles, anxiously waiting.
And after a while of standing around awkwardly, “my apartment is thirty-five minutes from here”, Tatsuya boldly suggests, “want to give it a try?”
From the look in Tatsuya’s eyes - pupils bolden with lust and something else, Junno can tell it’s not an invitation for tea.
The night’s first kiss is on the cramped last train at midnight. And by the time they reach Tatsuya’s apartment, Junno finds himself as hungry as a beast brought to a buffet. When Tatsuya’s bare skin rubs against his, kisses soon become of little sustenance to him. He throws Tatsuya on the bed, curiously spreads his legs, drops his face in-between and begins to lick and suck with such delicacy as if taking medicine or getting high on drugs.
Fingers move in 1-2- and a third and he hazily smiles when Tatsuya crushes below him like he’ll burse and spurt, breathing some of the sexiest sounds he has ever heard. Ready at last with butt stretched, cock leaking and nipples stiff, Junno graces the deep warm glory that awaits him and so he pushes and pushes, growing confused as to why his emotions were growing so strong with what will most likely be just a one night all you can eat. Right before his eyes, covered in sweat with legs spread wide in invitation to the most anticipated meal of the season, is the very thing he’s running away from - a partner, a man that’s swallowing him whole and bewitching him with his pleas for more.
Only the next morning did he realise, he doesn’t know this man’s name.
And so;
“I need food, some coffee and your name”.
At his cool response following last night’s drunken play, he can tell by the look in Tatsuya’s eyes that he’s surprised at the strangeness of the conversation, but he could also see the relief brightening up those big, bright and black eyes.
“There’s a café not too far around the corner”.
It’s from that single tipsy happy-go-lucky night that this stranger, Tatsuya, begins to open up Junno to a new world. A world of glittering night life in a club hole… to quiet Sunday mornings smelling of French toasts and maple syrup. Though, when Junno thinks about it, it’s no different from the way he’d lived his life before - except now he’s always texting, looking forward to midnight whisperings and would wake up looking forward to spontaneous dates.
He begins to suspect that he’s has already one foot caught in the net when he begins to sulk on occasions of long and far business trips. Tatsuya makes it to his speed dial, and though it’s just still an inkling, Junno is at a loss as to why bit by bit, Tatsuya is caving in on him.
“By the first snow fall this year, you will come to have long loved me”.
“Is that so?”
“Yes. I’ll have you”, Tatsuya had told him with bold seriousness that rattled Junno’s heart that morning after their first night together.
Since then, Junno has been lavishly dancing in Tatsuya’s palms.
Well, that’s until;
A love that was meant to be a fleeting and youthful fancy had over the years grown into a stable complication of busy men, seasonal flings and a strange commitment, shows up and knocks on Junno’s door.
“… Kazuya”.
“I’m back”, he greets Junno, his words sweeping off his tongue like a breath of spring.
The last time they met up was a year and a half ago - and the reunion was normal like day - they went straight to sex, then spent the day together, chat up one another - a whole two days of that, then the third day Kazuya took off to a film festival in China and Junno hopping states in America.
“What are you doing here?”
“You’re here. What more reason do I need?” Kazuya coolly answers, pushing past Junno with a suitcase in hand, then adding, “and can you stop looking at me like you’re seeing a ghost”.
“I wasn’t expecting you”.
Kazuya eyes Junno like he’s looking at a stranger, “what’s wrong with you? We never do expect each other”.
“That’s true. I’m just a bit surprised”, and then in a hesitating voice, Junno asks, “how long will you stay this time?”
Kazuya gives him the ‘why are you so strange?’ look, “I’m staying for two weeks so please cut the weirdness and let’s get to it… after all, it’s been awhile since I’ve had you”.
For that entire time, Kazuya latches onto Junno like ticks. Forcefully taking kisses like he owns them, groping Junno at all odd angles regardless of time or place.
“Why are you here?” Junno keeps asking and asking.
But Kazuya always gives the same reply, “Why else? You’re here, aren’t you?”
“Well yes, but---”.
“Do you have a girlfriend or am I too manly for you now?” Kazuya asks annoyed as Junno fights off one of his advances.
A life without commitment - with his unstable schedule, that was all Junno had intended. But the more spontaneous nights found him wrapped up in Tatsuya’s bed, the more his heart becomes entangled in this emotional craving.
“I’ve been seeing this guy for some months now”.
“What do you mean by a guy? Did you miss me that much that you couldn’t wait, so now you’ve been getting it up with other men?”
“No… not other men… just him - with him I feel insatiable”.
And it’s true;
Like a stolen cookie from the cookie-jar - day and night, Tatsuya is all the Junno thinks about… about the soft warm wetness of his lips and the way his tongue always tastes like tea. Even when he’s alone, Junno can hear Tatsuya’s laughter and his voice - his childish whining when he’s begging to be spoiled, the happy voice he speaks in whenever Junno shows up… and when they make love, the different keys of his pleasure playing like music being fiddled on a string.
“What kind of man is he?”
“Tatsuya…” Junno begins then pauses, wondering how best to explain this strange craving of his, “Tatsuya is Tatsuya”.
Kazuya frowns, “do you know how little sense you’re making?”
“I know”, Junno agrees chuckling, “I feel stupid and excited all at once”.
“Are you saying you love him?”
“Love him?” Junno asks in a manner like he hasn’t given it much thought.
“Yes. Love him… do you love him?”
Junno now finds himself in a bind.
Love;
If it’s love then surely he loves Kazuya too. He has never refused Kazuya bed playtime before - as a matter of fact, he’d always looked forward to the heat they would always produce. But now Kazuya has turned up again like he always has - and yet, Junno finds himself clustered - finds himself missing Tatsuya’s caresses and idle chats - Junno misses something as boring as plainly watching the way Tatsuya’s hair falls flat along his nape and the space between his teeth when he laughs, the sexy veins in his arms, along his neck and over his chest… the way Tatsuya would tremble with laughter even at his corniest jokes.
Is this the love Tatsuya promised him? He wonders.
And if the answer is yes, then Junno is sure that bit by bit he’s becoming drunk on it.
And he knows this to be true when he flinches when Kazuya gropes his crotch - he flinches not because he feels no attraction for Kazuya because the man is ripping gorgeous like celebrities on the covers of Dime magazines or those superstars for Aoki Men’s Suit - he's the standard for Junno’s taste in men. So no, it has nothing to do with attraction, it’s just that Junno somehow feels guilty - feels like he’s cheating and then he gets the burning urge to see Tatsuya, wanting to be with him and kiss him.
“I don’t know”, he replies at last, “maybe I do… it would be nice to fall in love with him”.
Kazuya sighs in disapproval, checking an incoming message on his mobile phone - his forehead clearly wrinkling in annoyance before he says, “well I’ve no intention of giving you up if you’re not even sure of your feelings. And I’m even more annoyed that I’ll have to leave you now to meet the crew for a shoot in Hiroshima. But when I return in a few weeks, I should be able to stick around much longer - then you and I will have a proper chat”.
“I may still be in Peru by then”.
“It’s not like you won’t be coming back. I’ll still be in Japan”.
That night, Junno finds himself knocking on Tatsuya’s door. Maybe it’s his talk with Kazuya, but now Junno thinks himself a sinful man, because all he can think about, like his instincts are tripling - is his want to be sucked in by Tatsuya so badly - because perhaps that will calm him down. Perhaps even a kiss will slow his will to love and sort his feelings out and settle the nervous shake at the bottom of his belly.
Unlucky and frustrating for him, however, when he shows up, Tatsuya isn’t home.
Pouting, he leaves a note requesting a ‘welcome back kiss’ when he returns some three weeks from now.
Then three weeks later, he returns from Peru and opens his apartment door to dim lights, and the man he least expects to see, standing in wait for him.
“Happy Birthday”, Tatsuya grins, popping confetti before hopping over to embrace Junno and kisses him, greeting, “welcome back”.
Returning the kiss as warmly and he receives it, Junno’s gaze follows a pathway of baked cinnamon candles leading from his living room and out onto his patio, “is that a portable fireplace I see?” he asks amused and surprised, “where did that come from?”
“Never mind that”, Tatsuya replies, “just brace yourself for a cosy evening” - a cosy evening with a table set for two out on the patio with candles shaded by paper lanterns hanging from the railing and on the walls.
“And before you ask - no, I didn’t cook. It’s all take out from your favourite Spanish restaurant, so no need to worry about diarrhea”.
“I’m relieved”, Junno laughs, swinging one arm around Tatsuya’s neck while using the other to tilt Tatsuya’s chin, holding his face in position and just like that, he leans down and seals a kiss - a kiss so long and lewd and sexy with the sound of their lips smacking and tongues moving in grace.
“How did you get in?”
“I seduced the doorman”, Tatsuya replies laughing when Junno gives him a look, “don’t worry… it was nothing too naughty”.
Junno gives him the reprimanding look again, “don’t go seducing other men, it makes me jealous”.
Tatsuya smiles, bright and free, pleased to hear the fondness Junno offers.
“Don’t worry. I’ve only got the heat for you… besides that doorman is definitely not my type - he’s far too grey so I doubt he’ll be able to last for more than a minute”.
Junno humph, “you’re all about the flesh, aren’t you?”
Tatsuya gives him a lusty look and circles the question on him, “aren’t you too?”
Even in late autumn, the view from Junno’s condo on the 22nd floor in a high-rise in Shinjuku is worth the cold. If anything, it rather feels cosy with the portable fireplace with an in-built sound of firewood crackling, warming them from head to toe.
“How do you know it's my birthday?”
Tatsuya smirks, “I’ve got skills”.
Junno returns the smirk, “like a stalker skill?”
“Something like that”.
"You're scary", Junno responds after seeing the glint in Tatsuya’s eyes even in the dim lighting.
Two glasses of spiced chocolaty red wine, and a few cuts and bites of succulent beef and Tatsuya’s presence all up in his head make Junno just about ready to indulge.
“I wonder what’s for dessert?”, Junno breaks the mealtime.
Tatsuya sways him with a sexy smile or better yet a smirk that’s up to pure naughty, “well let’s find out - let’s take a bath together”.
"Lead the way".
Junno may have not admitted it to himself yet, or perhaps he’s just playing stubborn, but he knows he’s addicted to Tatsuya’s impulsive kisses - the shape, taste and temperature of his lips - the smell of his breath - the sound of his breathing - the cut and weight of his body when they embrace - the frown in his forehead - the sharpness in his eyes - Tatsuya is like Sunday; warm, calm and Junno always craves him - and the sex - wow - that’s another story; the way they make a mess out of bed and sheets - Junno is addicted to Tatsuya like to the sweetness of wild berries.
And so he finds himself wondering; when had love become such an easy thing?
And while he’s distracted, somehow relishing in defeat that perhaps, he has already fallen, Tatsuya wipes his mouth, licks his lips and smiles as he leans over and kisses Junno’s knuckles and around his wrist in that spontaneity of his - the bubbles from the bath popping on his skin in the places Tatsuya feeds him chaste kisses like he’s a lovely maiden.
It’s these tiny innocent moments of candy kisses, that make Junno doubles over and grows weak in the knees and in his belly - and feels the most in love.
And if it’s truly love, then Junno is happy.
story index: - 04 - interlude :: 06 - the promise of snow -
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☆ dummies in a fluffy: chaste kisses.
junnosuke x tatsuya
A/N: .eerr, sorry for the wait ^^' - but yes, I wanted to post it on Junno's birthday >< (Happy Birthday, Junno). And guess what? Next chapter will be the last!
Author:
quaint_stories
Category: multi-chapter
Pairing: Junno x Tatsuya; Junno x Kazuya
Rating: nc17
Genre: au; angst; romance
Disclaimer: I only own the story...
Summary: Be it a chaste kiss, lewd nights in bed or a bony shoulder for a pillow on a train, love has to start from somewhere. Well at least that's what Tatsuya believes. And after an unexpected lewd tipsy night with Junno, the man he has been watching and agonising over from afar, Tatsuya tells him without apology, "by the first snowfall, you'll already love me".
Word Count: 2,611
Chapter Summary: chap. 05 - told from Junno's POV (because it's only fair as well as, it's his birthday); from the moment he and Tatsuya met, to all the events leading up to the present. Happy reading ♡٩(๑′∀ ‵๑)۶♡
<><><><><><><><><><>
Junno has never thought himself to be a homosexual, and so he wonders if his limited experience with men is enough to classify him as a bisexual. After all, he has only ever done it with one man before - and that relationship is a strange one with a strange history - like a play thing for old time’s sake.
So surprised he was when on the train he allowed a pretty face to drop drool on his shoulder. A man with features so sharp with just the right amount of edge along the jaws… his eyelashes black and long and they fluttered against his fair skin. Even the way he snored had something sexy about it - a low and comforting whisper as if saying ‘come to bed with me’. And there’s another mystery; the way how the small but strong looking body curved into Junno’s side pressuring him with sensual heating. Since that day, Junno already felt a tiny bit of something feathery coiling in his tummy.
So imagine his glee when he met Tatsuya again at the jazz bar. He doubts his memory is that fleeting of the handsomeness he once saw, but the second time around, Tatsuya is even more gorgeous, and Junno is so hot all over that he might as well melt.
By the time their night comes to an end, they stagger to the train station - Junno, still sober enough to debate if he should ask for a contact number or email, because Junno senses that a one night fling with this man would just not be enough, but he ignores him, thinking that at this point in his life where he’s trying to build his career in International Business, that he has no time for a proper romance - much less, a romance with a man.
“Just in time for the last train”, Tatsuya needlessly supplies, “it was really good meeting my train rescuer again”.
Junno laughs, a drunken gust of radiance that brightens his face and perfectly hides the tiny ping in his heart as he wonders what to do next.
“Do you work tomorrow?” Tatsuya asks, his eyes boring into Junno’s consciousness.
“No, no I don’t. It’ll be my first day off in months”, he half smiles, anxiously waiting.
And after a while of standing around awkwardly, “my apartment is thirty-five minutes from here”, Tatsuya boldly suggests, “want to give it a try?”
From the look in Tatsuya’s eyes - pupils bolden with lust and something else, Junno can tell it’s not an invitation for tea.
The night’s first kiss is on the cramped last train at midnight. And by the time they reach Tatsuya’s apartment, Junno finds himself as hungry as a beast brought to a buffet. When Tatsuya’s bare skin rubs against his, kisses soon become of little sustenance to him. He throws Tatsuya on the bed, curiously spreads his legs, drops his face in-between and begins to lick and suck with such delicacy as if taking medicine or getting high on drugs.
Fingers move in 1-2- and a third and he hazily smiles when Tatsuya crushes below him like he’ll burse and spurt, breathing some of the sexiest sounds he has ever heard. Ready at last with butt stretched, cock leaking and nipples stiff, Junno graces the deep warm glory that awaits him and so he pushes and pushes, growing confused as to why his emotions were growing so strong with what will most likely be just a one night all you can eat. Right before his eyes, covered in sweat with legs spread wide in invitation to the most anticipated meal of the season, is the very thing he’s running away from - a partner, a man that’s swallowing him whole and bewitching him with his pleas for more.
Only the next morning did he realise, he doesn’t know this man’s name.
And so;
“I need food, some coffee and your name”.
At his cool response following last night’s drunken play, he can tell by the look in Tatsuya’s eyes that he’s surprised at the strangeness of the conversation, but he could also see the relief brightening up those big, bright and black eyes.
“There’s a café not too far around the corner”.
It’s from that single tipsy happy-go-lucky night that this stranger, Tatsuya, begins to open up Junno to a new world. A world of glittering night life in a club hole… to quiet Sunday mornings smelling of French toasts and maple syrup. Though, when Junno thinks about it, it’s no different from the way he’d lived his life before - except now he’s always texting, looking forward to midnight whisperings and would wake up looking forward to spontaneous dates.
He begins to suspect that he’s has already one foot caught in the net when he begins to sulk on occasions of long and far business trips. Tatsuya makes it to his speed dial, and though it’s just still an inkling, Junno is at a loss as to why bit by bit, Tatsuya is caving in on him.
“By the first snow fall this year, you will come to have long loved me”.
“Is that so?”
“Yes. I’ll have you”, Tatsuya had told him with bold seriousness that rattled Junno’s heart that morning after their first night together.
Since then, Junno has been lavishly dancing in Tatsuya’s palms.
Well, that’s until;
A love that was meant to be a fleeting and youthful fancy had over the years grown into a stable complication of busy men, seasonal flings and a strange commitment, shows up and knocks on Junno’s door.
“… Kazuya”.
“I’m back”, he greets Junno, his words sweeping off his tongue like a breath of spring.
The last time they met up was a year and a half ago - and the reunion was normal like day - they went straight to sex, then spent the day together, chat up one another - a whole two days of that, then the third day Kazuya took off to a film festival in China and Junno hopping states in America.
“What are you doing here?”
“You’re here. What more reason do I need?” Kazuya coolly answers, pushing past Junno with a suitcase in hand, then adding, “and can you stop looking at me like you’re seeing a ghost”.
“I wasn’t expecting you”.
Kazuya eyes Junno like he’s looking at a stranger, “what’s wrong with you? We never do expect each other”.
“That’s true. I’m just a bit surprised”, and then in a hesitating voice, Junno asks, “how long will you stay this time?”
Kazuya gives him the ‘why are you so strange?’ look, “I’m staying for two weeks so please cut the weirdness and let’s get to it… after all, it’s been awhile since I’ve had you”.
For that entire time, Kazuya latches onto Junno like ticks. Forcefully taking kisses like he owns them, groping Junno at all odd angles regardless of time or place.
“Why are you here?” Junno keeps asking and asking.
But Kazuya always gives the same reply, “Why else? You’re here, aren’t you?”
“Well yes, but---”.
“Do you have a girlfriend or am I too manly for you now?” Kazuya asks annoyed as Junno fights off one of his advances.
A life without commitment - with his unstable schedule, that was all Junno had intended. But the more spontaneous nights found him wrapped up in Tatsuya’s bed, the more his heart becomes entangled in this emotional craving.
“I’ve been seeing this guy for some months now”.
“What do you mean by a guy? Did you miss me that much that you couldn’t wait, so now you’ve been getting it up with other men?”
“No… not other men… just him - with him I feel insatiable”.
And it’s true;
Like a stolen cookie from the cookie-jar - day and night, Tatsuya is all the Junno thinks about… about the soft warm wetness of his lips and the way his tongue always tastes like tea. Even when he’s alone, Junno can hear Tatsuya’s laughter and his voice - his childish whining when he’s begging to be spoiled, the happy voice he speaks in whenever Junno shows up… and when they make love, the different keys of his pleasure playing like music being fiddled on a string.
“What kind of man is he?”
“Tatsuya…” Junno begins then pauses, wondering how best to explain this strange craving of his, “Tatsuya is Tatsuya”.
Kazuya frowns, “do you know how little sense you’re making?”
“I know”, Junno agrees chuckling, “I feel stupid and excited all at once”.
“Are you saying you love him?”
“Love him?” Junno asks in a manner like he hasn’t given it much thought.
“Yes. Love him… do you love him?”
Junno now finds himself in a bind.
Love;
If it’s love then surely he loves Kazuya too. He has never refused Kazuya bed playtime before - as a matter of fact, he’d always looked forward to the heat they would always produce. But now Kazuya has turned up again like he always has - and yet, Junno finds himself clustered - finds himself missing Tatsuya’s caresses and idle chats - Junno misses something as boring as plainly watching the way Tatsuya’s hair falls flat along his nape and the space between his teeth when he laughs, the sexy veins in his arms, along his neck and over his chest… the way Tatsuya would tremble with laughter even at his corniest jokes.
Is this the love Tatsuya promised him? He wonders.
And if the answer is yes, then Junno is sure that bit by bit he’s becoming drunk on it.
And he knows this to be true when he flinches when Kazuya gropes his crotch - he flinches not because he feels no attraction for Kazuya because the man is ripping gorgeous like celebrities on the covers of Dime magazines or those superstars for Aoki Men’s Suit - he's the standard for Junno’s taste in men. So no, it has nothing to do with attraction, it’s just that Junno somehow feels guilty - feels like he’s cheating and then he gets the burning urge to see Tatsuya, wanting to be with him and kiss him.
“I don’t know”, he replies at last, “maybe I do… it would be nice to fall in love with him”.
Kazuya sighs in disapproval, checking an incoming message on his mobile phone - his forehead clearly wrinkling in annoyance before he says, “well I’ve no intention of giving you up if you’re not even sure of your feelings. And I’m even more annoyed that I’ll have to leave you now to meet the crew for a shoot in Hiroshima. But when I return in a few weeks, I should be able to stick around much longer - then you and I will have a proper chat”.
“I may still be in Peru by then”.
“It’s not like you won’t be coming back. I’ll still be in Japan”.
That night, Junno finds himself knocking on Tatsuya’s door. Maybe it’s his talk with Kazuya, but now Junno thinks himself a sinful man, because all he can think about, like his instincts are tripling - is his want to be sucked in by Tatsuya so badly - because perhaps that will calm him down. Perhaps even a kiss will slow his will to love and sort his feelings out and settle the nervous shake at the bottom of his belly.
Unlucky and frustrating for him, however, when he shows up, Tatsuya isn’t home.
Pouting, he leaves a note requesting a ‘welcome back kiss’ when he returns some three weeks from now.
Then three weeks later, he returns from Peru and opens his apartment door to dim lights, and the man he least expects to see, standing in wait for him.
“Happy Birthday”, Tatsuya grins, popping confetti before hopping over to embrace Junno and kisses him, greeting, “welcome back”.
Returning the kiss as warmly and he receives it, Junno’s gaze follows a pathway of baked cinnamon candles leading from his living room and out onto his patio, “is that a portable fireplace I see?” he asks amused and surprised, “where did that come from?”
“Never mind that”, Tatsuya replies, “just brace yourself for a cosy evening” - a cosy evening with a table set for two out on the patio with candles shaded by paper lanterns hanging from the railing and on the walls.
“And before you ask - no, I didn’t cook. It’s all take out from your favourite Spanish restaurant, so no need to worry about diarrhea”.
“I’m relieved”, Junno laughs, swinging one arm around Tatsuya’s neck while using the other to tilt Tatsuya’s chin, holding his face in position and just like that, he leans down and seals a kiss - a kiss so long and lewd and sexy with the sound of their lips smacking and tongues moving in grace.
“How did you get in?”
“I seduced the doorman”, Tatsuya replies laughing when Junno gives him a look, “don’t worry… it was nothing too naughty”.
Junno gives him the reprimanding look again, “don’t go seducing other men, it makes me jealous”.
Tatsuya smiles, bright and free, pleased to hear the fondness Junno offers.
“Don’t worry. I’ve only got the heat for you… besides that doorman is definitely not my type - he’s far too grey so I doubt he’ll be able to last for more than a minute”.
Junno humph, “you’re all about the flesh, aren’t you?”
Tatsuya gives him a lusty look and circles the question on him, “aren’t you too?”
Even in late autumn, the view from Junno’s condo on the 22nd floor in a high-rise in Shinjuku is worth the cold. If anything, it rather feels cosy with the portable fireplace with an in-built sound of firewood crackling, warming them from head to toe.
“How do you know it's my birthday?”
Tatsuya smirks, “I’ve got skills”.
Junno returns the smirk, “like a stalker skill?”
“Something like that”.
"You're scary", Junno responds after seeing the glint in Tatsuya’s eyes even in the dim lighting.
Two glasses of spiced chocolaty red wine, and a few cuts and bites of succulent beef and Tatsuya’s presence all up in his head make Junno just about ready to indulge.
“I wonder what’s for dessert?”, Junno breaks the mealtime.
Tatsuya sways him with a sexy smile or better yet a smirk that’s up to pure naughty, “well let’s find out - let’s take a bath together”.
"Lead the way".
Junno may have not admitted it to himself yet, or perhaps he’s just playing stubborn, but he knows he’s addicted to Tatsuya’s impulsive kisses - the shape, taste and temperature of his lips - the smell of his breath - the sound of his breathing - the cut and weight of his body when they embrace - the frown in his forehead - the sharpness in his eyes - Tatsuya is like Sunday; warm, calm and Junno always craves him - and the sex - wow - that’s another story; the way they make a mess out of bed and sheets - Junno is addicted to Tatsuya like to the sweetness of wild berries.
And so he finds himself wondering; when had love become such an easy thing?
And while he’s distracted, somehow relishing in defeat that perhaps, he has already fallen, Tatsuya wipes his mouth, licks his lips and smiles as he leans over and kisses Junno’s knuckles and around his wrist in that spontaneity of his - the bubbles from the bath popping on his skin in the places Tatsuya feeds him chaste kisses like he’s a lovely maiden.
It’s these tiny innocent moments of candy kisses, that make Junno doubles over and grows weak in the knees and in his belly - and feels the most in love.
And if it’s truly love, then Junno is happy.
story index: - 04 - interlude :: 06 - the promise of snow -
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☆ dummies in a fluffy: chaste kisses.
junnosuke x tatsuya
A/N: .eerr, sorry for the wait ^^' - but yes, I wanted to post it on Junno's birthday >< (Happy Birthday, Junno). And guess what? Next chapter will be the last!