Playing a Hand [Hikaru no Go, Shindou/Touya, NC-17]
Title: Playing a Hand
Author/Artist: harukami
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Author's Note: Hard smut. Ah, this was a late claim that didn't get marked off on the prompt list but nobody else took it so I figured it was still fine to post.
Prompt: Hikaru no Go, Touya/Shindou: hand fetishization - Shindou's surprised no one has noticed.
Word count: 2426
Summary: Hikaru is hot for Touya Akira and his stupid perfect hands.
Shindou Hikaru is pretty sure that he has Touya Akira's hands to thank for his coming to terms with his sexuality more or less before he was aware he actually had a sexuality. Which wasn't to discount the rest of Touya, of course, because he was pretty sure that Touya's drive, his passion, the ceaseless demand in his eyes, all combined to have made him fall basically completely and utterly in love with Touya.
But he definitely blames Touya's hands for his sex drive.
He can, even, pinpoint where it started: they were twelve, they barely knew each other, and Touya had grabbed his hand and stroked his fingers down Hikaru's.
From the perspective of four years later and about 700% greater knowledge about Go, he now knows that Touya was really just trying to confirm that Hikaru had basically never played before: feeling for the wear on his nails, the callus on the underside of his middle finger, that would come with constant handling of the stones. But to Hikaru at the time, some strange, absurdly pretty boy had just stroked his fingers with unnecessary sensuality and it had sent basically an electric shock to his groin. He'd yanked his hand away as if burned, heart racing, almost having trouble thinking for a white-hot moment.
Hikaru is pretty sure he'd pop a boner if Touya ever did that again and kind of wishes he would.
But that would make it even harder to hide his love for Touya, let alone this bizarre hand fetish he'd developed, and he was having enough trouble with that already, because the thing about Go is that it's a game that makes you watch someone's hands, like, all the time. And of course he's too professional and too absolutely determined to make each game with Touya the best one he's ever played to let that interfere with his Go, but the times are steadily increasing where, after a match, he heads home and jerks off hard and fast, with his go calluses turned in against his dick as much as possible and the fingers of his other hand stuffed into his mouth, and pretends that his hands aren't his at all, but Touya's, that Touya is watching him with those clear, furiously demanding eyes and fucking him with those incredibly, incredibly fuckable hands.
So it's probably best Touya doesn't find out about it, Hikaru thinks. Because although he doesn't think that it's likely that Touya would stop playing Go with him if he knew Hikaru was in love with him and wanted to come all over his fingers, he does think that if there's any risk at all, it's not worth taking.
***
Anyway, things being as they are, it's bound to happen sooner or later: They finish a game, they argue the game out as they're inclined to, only then, unlike usual, Hikaru can't stomp out in the middle of their argument because his hard-on hasn't faded yet and he is completely sure that absolutely everyone in the Go salon would see his boner if he tried to go between here and the front desk. Touya included.
This isn't the first time that this has happened.
It is the first time, though, that their argument gets so intense that Touya actually leans over the table and hauls Hikaru upright. Which would be bad enough to begin with, but given the angle, his boner gets trapped painfully against the table for a brief, agonizingly intense moment and he yelps and instinctively grabs at it and, yeah, sure enough, everyone's looking -- Touya included -- and he kind of wants to die.
Kitajima -- and if Touya is Hikaru's rival, Kitajima is Hikaru's nemesis -- speaks up. "Oi! Shindou!" he says, in amused, disgusted outrage (and Hikaru thinks, vengefully, You prick!!), "are you perving on the young Sensei?"
"Now, Kitajima--" Ichikawa begins, but, to Hikaru's surprise, Touya wheels on Kitajima, interrupting.
"Please, Kitajima-san," Touya says, in an absolutely perfect tone of withering dismissal (Hikaru feels himself get a little harder and thinks he might kind of have a problem), "as if you don't likely have enough embarrassing stories from your own teenage years. Sit down, Shindou."
Hikaru sits. "Actually, I kind of want to leave," he says.
"If you want to walk to the front door."
"I was sort of hoping to sink through the floor," he explains.
Touya huffs and sips his tea. "You're welcome to try," he says. "Let's discuss this approach you made instead." He points to the goban.
They do, and eventually Hikaru feels safe to rise. "So I'm going now," he announces, as if he isn't bright red, and gets his bag from a horribly amused Ichikawa, and gets out the door before he realizes Touya's following him.
This is unusual because he usually ragequits his post-game discussion long before Touya's interested in leaving, and they walk for about three minutes in complete silence before Touya says, "Shindou, were you perving on me?!"
"What!" Hikaru says. "No! I wasn't! No! Why would you ask?! It was a random hard-on, they happen! I totally wasn't! Okay!"
"...Okay," Touya says.
They walk for a little bit more. Touya is still following him. Hikaru contemplates the end of life on this planet and the form the apocalypse might take.
"I wouldn't mind," Touya adds, very late.
Hikaru stops walking.
"...I apologize if that makes things awkward," Touya says, stiffly.
"Wait. Repeat that."
Touya glares at him. "No."
"You wouldn't mind... if I was perving on you."
"If you put it that way it sounds deeply unfortunate," Touya protests. "I didn't -- I just mean I wouldn't. It wouldn't bother me."
"Oh," Hikaru says, as angels stop their sudden singing in chorus in his head. "What if I was in love with you? Which I'm not."
"I could find it in myself to tolerate that as well," Touya says, staring straight ahead as they walk.
Hikaru says, "Cool. Though I'm not."
"I am," Touya says.
"In love with yourself?"
Touya's eyes glitter sideways at Hikaru. "Shut up, Shindou."
"Wait, in love or perving? On. Me." Either is good. Either is great. Both in combination would possibly be the best thing in the known universe.
"Both." It is said stiffly, tonelessly.
The angels have come back. Hikaru says, weakly, "Awesome."
"Is it?" Touya glances aside at Hikaru again.
"I want to suck on your fingers so badly I can taste it," Hikaru blurts.
For another few seconds they just walk, Hikaru growing steadily redder, cheeks flushed, maybe a little horrified at himself, and then Touya says, fast, tone rough, "My parents are away for the month."
"Oh? Oh. Oh," Hikaru says, and suddenly he kind of regrets not confessing months ago.
***
Touya, seated behind Hikaru and practically wrapped around him so Hikaru is very nearly in his lap, has one hand to Hikaru's mouth, fingers shoved in so far in that Hikaru would choke if he wasn't focusing so hard on trying to take more of them deeper into his throat, tongue and lips slurping at them; Touya's relentless already, fucking his mouth with three fingers, shoving them in, rocking them, pressing them down on his tongue like he wants to pin Hikaru's tongue to the bottom of his mouth. His other hand's also hard at work -- he's fished Hikaru's cock out of his pants, grasped it firmly, and is jerking him off with a brisk, driving rhythm. It is, Hikaru thinks, fucking amazing; Touya is good at this, and he moves like this motion is something he's used to, which means that this is Touya's own rhythm, which means that Touya likes to jerk off like a fucking hurricane striking a town or something, and which also means -- Hikaru realizes abruptly -- that this hand wrapped around his cock is one that Touya jerks off with, and the thought of that, the sudden unshakeable image of Touya sprawled in a seat, two wet fingers pulling at a nipple, his other hand jerking it like it's going out of style, that thought drives him almost more crazy than what Touya's doing to him right now.
And then he follows the thought through to its natural conclusion, imagines Touya's head tossing back, face tight with pleasure, coming in his hand, jerking himself through it, smearing wet thick semen all over his fingers and keeping working, milking it up by the head, dribbling down over his knuckles, and that's it, Hikaru's done, coming so hard that he thinks he might have blacked out for the first second of it, writhing and jerking in Touya's iron-band arms, mouth open around Touya's fingers, trying to scream Touya's name but unable to do more than gasp and let out hoarse, helpless cries around Touya's hand.
Behind him, Touya is shaking with desire and, Hikaru thinks as he comes down from it shuddering, collapsing back against him, that is hot too, that is incredibly hot, being wanted by Touya is incredibly hot, hitting the ebb of orgasm and knowing they're not done yet is, yeah, incredibly hot.
Touya leans forward, mouth brushing Hikaru's ear, and for a moment it's like he can't speak, breath coming ragged and rough and hard, and then he says, hoarse and thick, "Shindou, I'm going to fuck you."
It's not a question but Hikaru answers it anyway, shakily, "Okay?" and tries to fold forward.
"No, on your back," Touya says, "I want to -- I want to see your face."
It doesn't seem like it'd be the easiest position but Hikaru is down with harder things right now, if it makes Touya give him that heated, dark-eyed expression. "Okay," he says again, agreeably dazed, and rolls onto his side, then his back, reaching up for Touya.
Touya leans over him, staring down at him like he can't believe what he's seeing, and kisses Hikaru, and this is the third time they kissed, Hikaru thinks, the first two being about twenty minutes ago, and Touya kisses like he wants to wrap his tongue around Hikaru's, and basically Hikaru would be okay with doing this for, well, ever. But then Touya's pulling back, digging around in the bedside table to pull something out -- why does Touya have lube, Hikaru wonders suddenly, suspicious, and condoms? Is that really -- but the bottle's unopened and Touya spends a few moments swearing at it as he gets the plastic wrap off the lid, and then he's pouring lube on his hand, slicking his fingers, rubbing them together in a way that gets Hikaru squirming again. And then Touya leans over, says, "Okay, Shindou," and slides one finger in up to the base without hesitation.
Hikaru gasps at the feeling of it inside him -- unusual, weird, flexing a little as if feeling his insides and that is an almost unbearably arousing thought, way more than enough to overcome any sudden nerves he may have had, that Touya's fingertips are feeling out his insides, rubbing against him. He spreads his legs wider, arching a little, rocking back into it.
"Oh," Touya says, soft.
He thrusts a few times, abrupt, harder, stronger, and Hikaru thinks about that, about the movement of that, and squirms again, arching, relaxed under him, and says, "Mmmmm."
Touya gasps, pulls his hand back, and then presses his middle and index finger together to widen Hikaru more with two fingers.
Hikaru's eyes widen as he feels them nudge -- he knows this shape, he knows the way Touya's middle finger is pressed to the top of his index finger, and oh God, then Touya is sliding them in, pressing them deep like he's playing a stone for a decisive atari or something and God, Hikaru can't think because Touya's fingers are moving in him in perfect play position and he just came, he shouldn't be this close already, but Touya's fingers thrust just a little deeper, together like that, and Hikaru just kind of surrenders -- I've got nothing and comes again, arched with a cry, under the force of Touya's hand.
With a small, almost shattered whimper, Touya pulls his fingers back out again abruptly and Hikaru shudders, still rocking through orgasm, aching, as Touya spreads Hikaru's legs and pushes them back and shoves his dick in; it stretches, burns a little, but Hikaru's too far gone for it to feel anything but amazing. As orgasm fades he relaxes into it, stares up at Touya's tense face, and arches a little, watches Touya bite his lower lip.
"Hey," Hikaru says, a little slurred, and raises both his hands to either side of his shoulders. "Hold my hands."
Touya says, "Shindou," desperately, wonderingly, and twines his fingers with Hikaru's, leans his weight on them to hold himself up and pin Hikaru down, and begins to rock into him, fast and hard and driving and demanding and giving no mercy. Hikaru, too completely blown away by two orgasms, doesn't think he'll come again any time soon, but it feels good anyway, warm and nice and sexy, and he squeezes Touya's hands, relaxes and opens up completely under him and lets Touya move and move and move, tilts his head to the side and watches the way Touya's fingers clench slightly around his every time he thrusts, so with every deep press he feels inside him he sees their soft, slight movement and he thinks he may be more in love right now than he has ever been before.
"It's good," he breathes. "It's good, I love you," and Touya hears that, cries out, and comes, hands clenching hard around Hikaru's. Hikaru watches, wide-eyed, the way Touya's knuckles go white, and then tilts his head up, watches the pleasure wash over Touya's face, and thinks that, yeah, definitely more in love than should be possible.
***
After, as they clean up together, Hikaru confesses his finger fetish to Touya.
"Oh, I knew that," Touya says dismissively.
Hikaru stares at him. "What?!"
"I assumed it was just a physical quirk of yours," Touya says. "You watch them a lot. I -- suppose I didn't realize the degree," he allows. "And... I didn't think it meant you liked... me. I thought you just liked... fingers."
"It's kind of just yours," Hikaru says, then, "I hid it totally well, though!"
Touya gives him a steady look and then pours a basin of water over his head. "I can't believe you thought I hadn't noticed," he says.
"Well," Hikaru retorts, inventing wildly, "Don't think I haven't noticed your tongue-fetish!"
Touya's eyes widen. "--You did?"
Hikaru thinks back to Touya pinning his tongue down with his fingers and suddenly casts that action in the new light of his lucky guess. "Yeah," he says. "You know, we might just be perfect for each other?"
Touya flushes, looks away, then, in perfect Touya form, says, "Yes, Shindou, that much is obvious." And then, to preclude further arguing, probably, he runs a finger down Hikaru's spine.
Shivering, Hikaru sticks his tongue out and watches Touya's eyes darken.
Yeah, he thinks. Just about perfect.
Author/Artist: harukami
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Author's Note: Hard smut. Ah, this was a late claim that didn't get marked off on the prompt list but nobody else took it so I figured it was still fine to post.
Prompt: Hikaru no Go, Touya/Shindou: hand fetishization - Shindou's surprised no one has noticed.
Word count: 2426
Summary: Hikaru is hot for Touya Akira and his stupid perfect hands.
Shindou Hikaru is pretty sure that he has Touya Akira's hands to thank for his coming to terms with his sexuality more or less before he was aware he actually had a sexuality. Which wasn't to discount the rest of Touya, of course, because he was pretty sure that Touya's drive, his passion, the ceaseless demand in his eyes, all combined to have made him fall basically completely and utterly in love with Touya.
But he definitely blames Touya's hands for his sex drive.
He can, even, pinpoint where it started: they were twelve, they barely knew each other, and Touya had grabbed his hand and stroked his fingers down Hikaru's.
From the perspective of four years later and about 700% greater knowledge about Go, he now knows that Touya was really just trying to confirm that Hikaru had basically never played before: feeling for the wear on his nails, the callus on the underside of his middle finger, that would come with constant handling of the stones. But to Hikaru at the time, some strange, absurdly pretty boy had just stroked his fingers with unnecessary sensuality and it had sent basically an electric shock to his groin. He'd yanked his hand away as if burned, heart racing, almost having trouble thinking for a white-hot moment.
Hikaru is pretty sure he'd pop a boner if Touya ever did that again and kind of wishes he would.
But that would make it even harder to hide his love for Touya, let alone this bizarre hand fetish he'd developed, and he was having enough trouble with that already, because the thing about Go is that it's a game that makes you watch someone's hands, like, all the time. And of course he's too professional and too absolutely determined to make each game with Touya the best one he's ever played to let that interfere with his Go, but the times are steadily increasing where, after a match, he heads home and jerks off hard and fast, with his go calluses turned in against his dick as much as possible and the fingers of his other hand stuffed into his mouth, and pretends that his hands aren't his at all, but Touya's, that Touya is watching him with those clear, furiously demanding eyes and fucking him with those incredibly, incredibly fuckable hands.
So it's probably best Touya doesn't find out about it, Hikaru thinks. Because although he doesn't think that it's likely that Touya would stop playing Go with him if he knew Hikaru was in love with him and wanted to come all over his fingers, he does think that if there's any risk at all, it's not worth taking.
***
Anyway, things being as they are, it's bound to happen sooner or later: They finish a game, they argue the game out as they're inclined to, only then, unlike usual, Hikaru can't stomp out in the middle of their argument because his hard-on hasn't faded yet and he is completely sure that absolutely everyone in the Go salon would see his boner if he tried to go between here and the front desk. Touya included.
This isn't the first time that this has happened.
It is the first time, though, that their argument gets so intense that Touya actually leans over the table and hauls Hikaru upright. Which would be bad enough to begin with, but given the angle, his boner gets trapped painfully against the table for a brief, agonizingly intense moment and he yelps and instinctively grabs at it and, yeah, sure enough, everyone's looking -- Touya included -- and he kind of wants to die.
Kitajima -- and if Touya is Hikaru's rival, Kitajima is Hikaru's nemesis -- speaks up. "Oi! Shindou!" he says, in amused, disgusted outrage (and Hikaru thinks, vengefully, You prick!!), "are you perving on the young Sensei?"
"Now, Kitajima--" Ichikawa begins, but, to Hikaru's surprise, Touya wheels on Kitajima, interrupting.
"Please, Kitajima-san," Touya says, in an absolutely perfect tone of withering dismissal (Hikaru feels himself get a little harder and thinks he might kind of have a problem), "as if you don't likely have enough embarrassing stories from your own teenage years. Sit down, Shindou."
Hikaru sits. "Actually, I kind of want to leave," he says.
"If you want to walk to the front door."
"I was sort of hoping to sink through the floor," he explains.
Touya huffs and sips his tea. "You're welcome to try," he says. "Let's discuss this approach you made instead." He points to the goban.
They do, and eventually Hikaru feels safe to rise. "So I'm going now," he announces, as if he isn't bright red, and gets his bag from a horribly amused Ichikawa, and gets out the door before he realizes Touya's following him.
This is unusual because he usually ragequits his post-game discussion long before Touya's interested in leaving, and they walk for about three minutes in complete silence before Touya says, "Shindou, were you perving on me?!"
"What!" Hikaru says. "No! I wasn't! No! Why would you ask?! It was a random hard-on, they happen! I totally wasn't! Okay!"
"...Okay," Touya says.
They walk for a little bit more. Touya is still following him. Hikaru contemplates the end of life on this planet and the form the apocalypse might take.
"I wouldn't mind," Touya adds, very late.
Hikaru stops walking.
"...I apologize if that makes things awkward," Touya says, stiffly.
"Wait. Repeat that."
Touya glares at him. "No."
"You wouldn't mind... if I was perving on you."
"If you put it that way it sounds deeply unfortunate," Touya protests. "I didn't -- I just mean I wouldn't. It wouldn't bother me."
"Oh," Hikaru says, as angels stop their sudden singing in chorus in his head. "What if I was in love with you? Which I'm not."
"I could find it in myself to tolerate that as well," Touya says, staring straight ahead as they walk.
Hikaru says, "Cool. Though I'm not."
"I am," Touya says.
"In love with yourself?"
Touya's eyes glitter sideways at Hikaru. "Shut up, Shindou."
"Wait, in love or perving? On. Me." Either is good. Either is great. Both in combination would possibly be the best thing in the known universe.
"Both." It is said stiffly, tonelessly.
The angels have come back. Hikaru says, weakly, "Awesome."
"Is it?" Touya glances aside at Hikaru again.
"I want to suck on your fingers so badly I can taste it," Hikaru blurts.
For another few seconds they just walk, Hikaru growing steadily redder, cheeks flushed, maybe a little horrified at himself, and then Touya says, fast, tone rough, "My parents are away for the month."
"Oh? Oh. Oh," Hikaru says, and suddenly he kind of regrets not confessing months ago.
***
Touya, seated behind Hikaru and practically wrapped around him so Hikaru is very nearly in his lap, has one hand to Hikaru's mouth, fingers shoved in so far in that Hikaru would choke if he wasn't focusing so hard on trying to take more of them deeper into his throat, tongue and lips slurping at them; Touya's relentless already, fucking his mouth with three fingers, shoving them in, rocking them, pressing them down on his tongue like he wants to pin Hikaru's tongue to the bottom of his mouth. His other hand's also hard at work -- he's fished Hikaru's cock out of his pants, grasped it firmly, and is jerking him off with a brisk, driving rhythm. It is, Hikaru thinks, fucking amazing; Touya is good at this, and he moves like this motion is something he's used to, which means that this is Touya's own rhythm, which means that Touya likes to jerk off like a fucking hurricane striking a town or something, and which also means -- Hikaru realizes abruptly -- that this hand wrapped around his cock is one that Touya jerks off with, and the thought of that, the sudden unshakeable image of Touya sprawled in a seat, two wet fingers pulling at a nipple, his other hand jerking it like it's going out of style, that thought drives him almost more crazy than what Touya's doing to him right now.
And then he follows the thought through to its natural conclusion, imagines Touya's head tossing back, face tight with pleasure, coming in his hand, jerking himself through it, smearing wet thick semen all over his fingers and keeping working, milking it up by the head, dribbling down over his knuckles, and that's it, Hikaru's done, coming so hard that he thinks he might have blacked out for the first second of it, writhing and jerking in Touya's iron-band arms, mouth open around Touya's fingers, trying to scream Touya's name but unable to do more than gasp and let out hoarse, helpless cries around Touya's hand.
Behind him, Touya is shaking with desire and, Hikaru thinks as he comes down from it shuddering, collapsing back against him, that is hot too, that is incredibly hot, being wanted by Touya is incredibly hot, hitting the ebb of orgasm and knowing they're not done yet is, yeah, incredibly hot.
Touya leans forward, mouth brushing Hikaru's ear, and for a moment it's like he can't speak, breath coming ragged and rough and hard, and then he says, hoarse and thick, "Shindou, I'm going to fuck you."
It's not a question but Hikaru answers it anyway, shakily, "Okay?" and tries to fold forward.
"No, on your back," Touya says, "I want to -- I want to see your face."
It doesn't seem like it'd be the easiest position but Hikaru is down with harder things right now, if it makes Touya give him that heated, dark-eyed expression. "Okay," he says again, agreeably dazed, and rolls onto his side, then his back, reaching up for Touya.
Touya leans over him, staring down at him like he can't believe what he's seeing, and kisses Hikaru, and this is the third time they kissed, Hikaru thinks, the first two being about twenty minutes ago, and Touya kisses like he wants to wrap his tongue around Hikaru's, and basically Hikaru would be okay with doing this for, well, ever. But then Touya's pulling back, digging around in the bedside table to pull something out -- why does Touya have lube, Hikaru wonders suddenly, suspicious, and condoms? Is that really -- but the bottle's unopened and Touya spends a few moments swearing at it as he gets the plastic wrap off the lid, and then he's pouring lube on his hand, slicking his fingers, rubbing them together in a way that gets Hikaru squirming again. And then Touya leans over, says, "Okay, Shindou," and slides one finger in up to the base without hesitation.
Hikaru gasps at the feeling of it inside him -- unusual, weird, flexing a little as if feeling his insides and that is an almost unbearably arousing thought, way more than enough to overcome any sudden nerves he may have had, that Touya's fingertips are feeling out his insides, rubbing against him. He spreads his legs wider, arching a little, rocking back into it.
"Oh," Touya says, soft.
He thrusts a few times, abrupt, harder, stronger, and Hikaru thinks about that, about the movement of that, and squirms again, arching, relaxed under him, and says, "Mmmmm."
Touya gasps, pulls his hand back, and then presses his middle and index finger together to widen Hikaru more with two fingers.
Hikaru's eyes widen as he feels them nudge -- he knows this shape, he knows the way Touya's middle finger is pressed to the top of his index finger, and oh God, then Touya is sliding them in, pressing them deep like he's playing a stone for a decisive atari or something and God, Hikaru can't think because Touya's fingers are moving in him in perfect play position and he just came, he shouldn't be this close already, but Touya's fingers thrust just a little deeper, together like that, and Hikaru just kind of surrenders -- I've got nothing and comes again, arched with a cry, under the force of Touya's hand.
With a small, almost shattered whimper, Touya pulls his fingers back out again abruptly and Hikaru shudders, still rocking through orgasm, aching, as Touya spreads Hikaru's legs and pushes them back and shoves his dick in; it stretches, burns a little, but Hikaru's too far gone for it to feel anything but amazing. As orgasm fades he relaxes into it, stares up at Touya's tense face, and arches a little, watches Touya bite his lower lip.
"Hey," Hikaru says, a little slurred, and raises both his hands to either side of his shoulders. "Hold my hands."
Touya says, "Shindou," desperately, wonderingly, and twines his fingers with Hikaru's, leans his weight on them to hold himself up and pin Hikaru down, and begins to rock into him, fast and hard and driving and demanding and giving no mercy. Hikaru, too completely blown away by two orgasms, doesn't think he'll come again any time soon, but it feels good anyway, warm and nice and sexy, and he squeezes Touya's hands, relaxes and opens up completely under him and lets Touya move and move and move, tilts his head to the side and watches the way Touya's fingers clench slightly around his every time he thrusts, so with every deep press he feels inside him he sees their soft, slight movement and he thinks he may be more in love right now than he has ever been before.
"It's good," he breathes. "It's good, I love you," and Touya hears that, cries out, and comes, hands clenching hard around Hikaru's. Hikaru watches, wide-eyed, the way Touya's knuckles go white, and then tilts his head up, watches the pleasure wash over Touya's face, and thinks that, yeah, definitely more in love than should be possible.
***
After, as they clean up together, Hikaru confesses his finger fetish to Touya.
"Oh, I knew that," Touya says dismissively.
Hikaru stares at him. "What?!"
"I assumed it was just a physical quirk of yours," Touya says. "You watch them a lot. I -- suppose I didn't realize the degree," he allows. "And... I didn't think it meant you liked... me. I thought you just liked... fingers."
"It's kind of just yours," Hikaru says, then, "I hid it totally well, though!"
Touya gives him a steady look and then pours a basin of water over his head. "I can't believe you thought I hadn't noticed," he says.
"Well," Hikaru retorts, inventing wildly, "Don't think I haven't noticed your tongue-fetish!"
Touya's eyes widen. "--You did?"
Hikaru thinks back to Touya pinning his tongue down with his fingers and suddenly casts that action in the new light of his lucky guess. "Yeah," he says. "You know, we might just be perfect for each other?"
Touya flushes, looks away, then, in perfect Touya form, says, "Yes, Shindou, that much is obvious." And then, to preclude further arguing, probably, he runs a finger down Hikaru's spine.
Shivering, Hikaru sticks his tongue out and watches Touya's eyes darken.
Yeah, he thinks. Just about perfect.