One Shot ~ The Proper Way
It's Valentine Day and it's a first, for Aoki and Ida.
No real plot, I just needed a Saint Valentine drabble for these two X3
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He opens his eyes, feeling a pair of long arms encircling his waist fully.
He’s in bed. Not his own one. And it’s not a dream, quite rather some kind of habit, already.
“Good morning, Aoki,” a deep voice murmurs right below his earlobe, lips trailing a few tender pecks along the curve of his neck.
“G-good morning, Ida. D-did you… sleep well?”
“I would love to inform you that you’ve been quite quiet during your sleep, this time,” Ida murmurs, no actual trace of mocking in his earnest voice.
“I-Ida?”
“Mh?”
“Next time I'll try taking off my shirt,” he announces. “I promise.”
“If you're going to do that, then I'll be doing the same,” Ida states. “But It's okay anyway, even if you don’t. We needn't rush anything. You know that.”
“And maybe it’s be better if you don't, indeed,” he ponders.
“If I do not what?”
“Taking off your shirt.”
“Uhm… Why? I’d love us to be on equal basis always.”
“Because you're a very distracting one, Ida,” he admits, blushing a little.
“Do you honestly reckon… you are not?” Ida murmurs after a while, right below his ear.
“I shouldn’t be. I think.”
“Aoki… Am I allowed to slip my hand underneath? Your shirt, I mean?”
He blinks twice at the audacity of Ida’s words, flushing red at once. It’s nothing they haven’t done already but, somehow, hearing it so blunt and straight coming from the guy’s mouth feels more real than ever.
“Hn,” he nods briefly, not really able to utter more words, even less when Ida’s callous fingers start gently exploring the sensitive skin around his stomach and then go up to outline the borders of his rib cage and even caress one of his nipples.
He doesn’t realize he’s been holding his breath until Ida’s thumb stops by to stroke the skin, having him moan a shameless gasp of pleasure.
“Aoki… Why don't we skip school today?” he hears his boyfriend ask in a terribly hoarse, sexy voice.
“Eh? Y-you’re not Ida! Where has my Ida gone? Did you kidnap him? What-“
The soft and gentle laughter left on his neck reassures him at once. He might not believe it, but it’s Ida there. His Ida.
“Ida Kosuke is here, hugging you tight in his bed. I swear,” the voice goes on, mellow and unmistakable.
“B-but… How can the Ida I know ask for such a thing?”
“You should listen to the very end. We could take it slow this morning, and then go back to those math exercises we were supposed to review yesterday evening, before we ended up doing something else instead,” Ida quietly explains.
He can feel his cheeks going on fire at the thought of the memories of the previous night. Ida is indeed right, rules had been broken before his statement.
“B-but… I would really like to go to school today. There's something I would like to give you after the lessons,” he confesses.
“Eh?”
“It's... Valentine Day today, you know,” he blurts out, biting his lip in open embarrassment then.
“… Oh. I see,” Ida laconically replies.
“T-that’s just it,” he confirms.
“Okay with me. Should I pick you up at the Home Economics Club after volleyball practice, then?”
“Yup,” he murmurs, smiling at the thought that he had not even had to tell Ida what he was up to, for the latter had already guessed right through him. And the whole thing made him feel soft and exposed, but in a good way.
“I would like to do things the proper way,” he adds.
“You're the best, Aoki,” Ida says affectionately. “You really are…”
“Ah, but! May I actually ask you for something, right now?” he suddenly squeals.
“Sure. Please go ahead.”
He carefully turns to the opposite side, facing his boyfriend.
“A… a morning... Morning kiss. May I have it?” he fumbles, eyes not really daring to meet Ida’s attentive gaze.
And Ida obliges without further words, but not before offering him the sweetest of smiles.
He returns the kiss, as soon as Ida’s lips meet his own ones; he might be a bit too eager, just like Ida’s equally eager palm nestling in his nape, fingers threading into his hair as they deepen the kiss.
Maybe they'll be a bit late for school in the end, after all.
No real plot, I just needed a Saint Valentine drabble for these two X3
Work Text:
He opens his eyes, feeling a pair of long arms encircling his waist fully.
He’s in bed. Not his own one. And it’s not a dream, quite rather some kind of habit, already.
“Good morning, Aoki,” a deep voice murmurs right below his earlobe, lips trailing a few tender pecks along the curve of his neck.
“G-good morning, Ida. D-did you… sleep well?”
“I would love to inform you that you’ve been quite quiet during your sleep, this time,” Ida murmurs, no actual trace of mocking in his earnest voice.
“I-Ida?”
“Mh?”
“Next time I'll try taking off my shirt,” he announces. “I promise.”
“If you're going to do that, then I'll be doing the same,” Ida states. “But It's okay anyway, even if you don’t. We needn't rush anything. You know that.”
“And maybe it’s be better if you don't, indeed,” he ponders.
“If I do not what?”
“Taking off your shirt.”
“Uhm… Why? I’d love us to be on equal basis always.”
“Because you're a very distracting one, Ida,” he admits, blushing a little.
“Do you honestly reckon… you are not?” Ida murmurs after a while, right below his ear.
“I shouldn’t be. I think.”
“Aoki… Am I allowed to slip my hand underneath? Your shirt, I mean?”
He blinks twice at the audacity of Ida’s words, flushing red at once. It’s nothing they haven’t done already but, somehow, hearing it so blunt and straight coming from the guy’s mouth feels more real than ever.
“Hn,” he nods briefly, not really able to utter more words, even less when Ida’s callous fingers start gently exploring the sensitive skin around his stomach and then go up to outline the borders of his rib cage and even caress one of his nipples.
He doesn’t realize he’s been holding his breath until Ida’s thumb stops by to stroke the skin, having him moan a shameless gasp of pleasure.
“Aoki… Why don't we skip school today?” he hears his boyfriend ask in a terribly hoarse, sexy voice.
“Eh? Y-you’re not Ida! Where has my Ida gone? Did you kidnap him? What-“
The soft and gentle laughter left on his neck reassures him at once. He might not believe it, but it’s Ida there. His Ida.
“Ida Kosuke is here, hugging you tight in his bed. I swear,” the voice goes on, mellow and unmistakable.
“B-but… How can the Ida I know ask for such a thing?”
“You should listen to the very end. We could take it slow this morning, and then go back to those math exercises we were supposed to review yesterday evening, before we ended up doing something else instead,” Ida quietly explains.
He can feel his cheeks going on fire at the thought of the memories of the previous night. Ida is indeed right, rules had been broken before his statement.
“B-but… I would really like to go to school today. There's something I would like to give you after the lessons,” he confesses.
“Eh?”
“It's... Valentine Day today, you know,” he blurts out, biting his lip in open embarrassment then.
“… Oh. I see,” Ida laconically replies.
“T-that’s just it,” he confirms.
“Okay with me. Should I pick you up at the Home Economics Club after volleyball practice, then?”
“Yup,” he murmurs, smiling at the thought that he had not even had to tell Ida what he was up to, for the latter had already guessed right through him. And the whole thing made him feel soft and exposed, but in a good way.
“I would like to do things the proper way,” he adds.
“You're the best, Aoki,” Ida says affectionately. “You really are…”
“Ah, but! May I actually ask you for something, right now?” he suddenly squeals.
“Sure. Please go ahead.”
He carefully turns to the opposite side, facing his boyfriend.
“A… a morning... Morning kiss. May I have it?” he fumbles, eyes not really daring to meet Ida’s attentive gaze.
And Ida obliges without further words, but not before offering him the sweetest of smiles.
He returns the kiss, as soon as Ida’s lips meet his own ones; he might be a bit too eager, just like Ida’s equally eager palm nestling in his nape, fingers threading into his hair as they deepen the kiss.
Maybe they'll be a bit late for school in the end, after all.