Prompt #61 - Slick
"I love it when you style your hair like that."
Mokuba poked his head out of the bathroom, most of his hair sleek the way that - apparently - Yami liked it. The strand he was working on was being flattened out, caught between long, slender plates as he smoothed it from top to bottom. It was hard work; he had a lot of hair and he wasn't intent on cutting it.
Crimson eyes stared openly at the tool in Mokuba's hands. "Is that how you do that? What is that?"
He couldn't help but laugh. "These? They're flat-irons."
"What do they do?" Yami asked, sauntering to the door with a sort of childish curiosity. "I mean, how do they straighten it?"
He had never been asked the question before. "The plates on the inside heat up when you plug them in," he explained, removing his hair from the contraption before holding them out so that Yami could see. "It's really, really hot. I put my hair between both sides, one piece at a time, and the heat flattens my hair as I pull it through."
"So you're burning your hair?"
"I hope not," Mokuba laughed. "It's just enough heat to make it flat. You can burn your hair accidentally, though, if you're not careful. It goes up to four hundred degrees."
Yami smirked. "Well, now I know the secret."
Mokuba shrugged. "I guess." He paused for a moment, but couldn't keep himself from asking, "Do you really like my hair?" Compliments from Yami were rare and he wanted to soak up what he could.
Yami rolled his eyes, but still sounded appreciative. "Makes me want to sex you." He laughed instead of adding more - he probably knew that Mokuba was fishing for a compliment or two and refused to indulge him.
But Mokuba was content with the mirth; the sound was music to his ears. He couldn't help but smile, as Yami was rarely playful when it came to sex - it sounded as though there was the option to refuse without severe consequences this time.
"I'll have to take a rain check on that. You know I'm getting ready for a meeting." He knew how Yami was.
If allowed to continue begging Yami would try to physically persuade him. Mokuba couldn't guarantee his abstinence, and the last thing he wanted was another set of calls from Seto. On the other hand, knowing that something as simple as a hairstyle drastically increased his appeal was a little more than persuasive.
"I promise when I come back," he said, then paused to straighten another section of hair, "we can fuck like rabbits, okay?"
Yami's smile grew wider. "In that case, I eagerly await your return."
Mokuba, about to resume with his hair, hesitated again for a few more seconds. Yami had never answered him quite that elegantly. Not about sex. "...okay, Yami."
"Just don't have too much fun working. I don't want you to get tired out."
The chuckle escaped Mokuba's lips before he could stop it. "Okay."
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The funny thing about this is that Yami really, honestly didn't know what a flat-iron was. I know that Japanese hair is usually stated to be stereotypically slick and easy to manage, not only because of genetics but also their majority fish diet. However, they still use flat-irons. I've asked. Oh, Yami, what are we going to do with you?