One Shot ~ Sexy is no overrated word (if you ask Aoki)
It's sometimes difficult for Aoki Sota to focus straight on things whenever he is straddling his boyfriend in bed.
But still, the high schooler tries hard to.
It was sometimes difficult for Aoki Sota to focus straight on things whenever he was straddling his boyfriend in bed, rocking his hips in the process and kissing him fully on the mouth, while said boyfriend kept his large palms steadily firm around his waist.
But still, the high schooler tried hard to.
When Aoki pulled back from the make-out, Ida Kosuke's lips looked puffy and ruined, his usually neat hair was all mussed up, and his eyes were gleaming beautifully. A masterpiece he knew he had contributed to creating, at least for some nice trivial details.
"Woah," Aoki let out, feeling bold enough to add some fuel to the possibility of seeing Ida even more fired up.
He hastily pulled at the hem of his caramel-coloured blazer and slipped off it, his shirt following swiftly, thus leaving him suddenly chest-naked.
He shook off a little, hoping to look very cool for once, and set his eyes on Ida's.
After a brief moment of shock, the latter's gaze softened and he smiled tenderly.
"You look so cute," Ida fondly told him.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Again!" Aoki sighed, closing his eyes from frustration.
"Eh? What's wrong?"
"I've just had half a striptease before your eyes and yet you tell me I am CUTE! Seriously, Ida!"
"Can you blame me? I've told you, when you look so impatient and shy, you're the cutest."
"I don't think I want to look always -cute- to your eyes," Aoki pouted.
"Fine. I cannot wait," Ida replied, beaming.
"Eh?"
"There's just so much about you that I still don't know and that I am eager to find out," Ida explained. "All the faces of yours that I still have to see, I cannot wait to find them all out."
"...You're a weird one, Ida," Aoki said, narrowing his eyes.
"Coming from you, it's a wonderful compliment," Ida grinned.
"What if I wanna suddenly stop being cute and look sexy instead, to your eyes?" Aoki suddenly hissed, bending to lie down on Ida's chest.
"... That would be a problem, actually?"
"Why on Earth?" Aoki said, slightly pissed off.
"Because I don't think I can resist touching you."
"You... you don't have to," Aoki replied, biting both his lips.
"Aoki... may I confess something to you?"
Aoki nodded, to which Ida propped himself up and sat up in bed, carefully making sure not to harm Aoki in any way in between his movements. Aoki equally sat up beside him, cross-legged.
"...So."
"So."
"I didn't even know what liking someone meant, before falling for you. It happened, and I am so glad. But the thing is, that I feel like I am falling harder and harder for you, as time passes by."
"You're dear to me, in a way that I... honestly, i still don't know myself."
"And you make me fall constantly for you, every day in a new way, to the point I only started to realize what lust is when we first started touching each other, like this."
"I'm not afraid of this, but as these feelings are getting stronger and stronger, I just hope... they're not in the way for you. I don't want them to be. I want to enjoy us as we are, as we feel, as we share."
" ... t-they're not in the w-way," Aoki murmured.
"Really?" Ida said, eyes dilating.
"Really. And I... t-totally reciprocate. That is why I do not wish to look just and only cute to your eyes, Ida. I wish I can be more than just that."
Ida smiled.
"You're already more than just that, you silly boy. You have always been, since the very beginning, I guess."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Then..." Aoki looked up, and suddenly his gaze went down again.
He shifted and went up to his knees on the mattress, before taking one of Ida's hands in his to guide it towards the elastic band of his trousers first and boxer shorts next.
He invited Ida's strong fingers to pull both of them down, without hesitation. And Ida did, having him completely exposed and naked, self-conscious and hard, before those serious eyes.
Aoki went red, opening and closing his mouth back and forth like a fish, not even uttering a single word, while he stared at Ida's face and the latter contemplated his embarrassing nudity with an even more serious frown.
"I-I'm-"
"Beautiful," Ida completed for him, matter-of-factly.
"E-eh?"
"You're so beautiful, Aoki," Ida repeated, not even looking up when his fingers abandoned Aoki's underwear dangling around his knees and moved, knuckles brushing against the guy's slender thighs, fingertips caressing his white skin.
Aoki wondered whether he could just give in and die on the spot. People would have found him boneless and lifeless and naked in bed, but he would have been in Paradise already, by that time, for sure.
All things considered, Ida could touch and make him die even more, after all.
As if resonating with his thoughts, Ida's fingers tenderly closed around Aoki's hardness, as the latter moaned softly, biting his lips.
"So damn beautiful," Ida went on, voice throaty and velvety at the same time as he kept stroking him. "Can I keep touching you?"
"Hn," Aoki nodded vehemently, lips still caught between his teeth, hips leaning forward as if wishing to melt right within Ida's tight grip.
Hand jobs were not a first for both anymore and yet Aoki reckoned that every single time Ida caressed him like that, they had to be counted as endless once-in-a-lifetime firsts for him.
Aoki's hands ended up on Ida's nape, who purred deliciously and offered him a particularly vigorous stroke in return.
"Ko-Kosuke... i-it's..."
"What?"
"I-I cannot..."
"What?" Ida insisted, caressing him harder.
"I cannot w-wait," Aoki slurred.
"You don't have to."
"But-"
"Shhht... Come, Aoki. Please come," Ida invited him. "Next time I'll make you sit before a mirror while I caress you, so that you can see yourself how beautiful you are, Aoki," Ida went on, mellow and soft. "With those pink cheeks and shiny eyes, and your white skin turning into a delicious pink shade when you're turned on. You're so beautiful."
Aoki let out a strangled moan through gritted teeth, and Ida felt his hand filled with his boyfriend's semen.
"Oh, gosh..." Aoki blurted out, feeling all of his muscles abandon him at once as he slumped against Ida.
The guy's strong arms encircled his waist to support him, while he also conjured a paper tissue out of nowhere to clean him gently up and wipe his own fingers.
"I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"It's always me ending up like this."
"You're adorable to watch, like this. Believe me. I told you."
"Mooou again, Idaaaah," Aoki complained, closing his arms around Ida's neck. "I want to do the same to you! I want to look sexy and defiant!"
"Don't you believe me when I say you are?"
"Not at all."
"Why not?"
"Because you're not objective, Ida. It's some undeniable truth."
Ida giggled, letting his hands run through Aoki's bare back and around his naked butt, cupping the flesh in order to caress it thoroughly.
Aoki started moaning again and shifted his hips a little, making them rub repeatedly against Ida's, who growled slowly.
"See? You're a sexy, provoking little thing."
"Maybe I am, but you're still pretty much clothed, Ida."
"I was waiting for you to take them off me."
Aoki pulled half back from the embrace, looking at Ida straight in the eyes.
"Eh? Really?"
"Really," Ida nodded, flushing slightly pink.
"Why?"
"Because I'd love it, if it could be you to undress me completely."
"You never told me."
"I never told you."
"I'm an idiot."
"You are not."
"Then... may I?"
"You may."
Aoki tugged at Ida's shirt and pulled it until he slipped it off him.
"L-lay down," he suggested, half an order, half a request.
As Ida obeyed, Aoki took his time to contemplate him. Ida's muscles were finely shaped and they were muscles, to start with.
Nothing to be compared to his chicken arms.
Plus, Ida had abs. Sculpted and gorgeous abs where he could let his fingers wander and imagine to play, or even let his mouth rest and smell the nice musky scent his skin gave off.
Aoki felt tender fingers threading in his scalp, to which he unconsciously purred, allowing his trembling hands to tug at his boyfriend's school pants.
"Ahhhh... You're too beautiful for me to strip off!" Aoki squealed out of the blue, pulling suddenly away.
"Hey!"
"I cannot do that, Ida! I CANNOT! I KNEW IT!"
"Aoki, it's not like I am-"
"Yes, you are!"
"I didn't even finish the sentence," Ida giggled.
"You needn't," Aoki pouted, still biting his lips.
"But... you kind of have to, somehow," Ida gently insisted.
"Why?"
"Because I want to make love to you, Aoki."
Aoki blinked twice, registering Ida's words with some transmission delay. And then he screamed.
"Eh? EEEEEHH?"
"And, I mean, it would be quite complicated if you don't let me get as naked as you are."
Aoki blinked thrice this time, before crying out again.
"OH MY GOD I CANNOT!" he shouted, throwing his arms out, fingers tugging at his own hair as if wishing to pluck out all of his bangs until his last remaining strands of hair.
"Aoki, wait-"
"HEAVEN WILL PUNISH ME!"
"Aoki-"
"I'M NOT ALLOWED TO EVEN THINK-"
"SOTAAAAAAAAA, WHAT IS HAPPENING OVER THERE? You're disturbing the neighbours AGAIN!" Aoki's mother's voice echoed from downstairs, making Aoki squeal in panic, eyes widening in shock as he looked down at himself and realized he was utterly naked, should his mother decide to quickly check on him.
He threw both arms all over again, hitting the wall with his elbow in the process.
"Hey, watch out!" Ida hissed, trying to grab Aoki's arm but hitting the wall instead.
"SO-TAAAAAAA! PLEASE!"
Aoki's head shifted in every possible direction, but Ida had the presence of mind of finally catching him by his waist to hide with him in the tiny bed, throwing the sheets all over them.
Aoki blinked again, face just inches from Ida's, who started giggling softly at the situation.
"B-BATTLESHIP, MOM!" Aoki suddenly shouted, pulling partially down the sheets and looking up, face turning towards the door. "WE'RE STUDYING... STRATEGY! YUP! STRATEGY!"
"You'd better become excellent at that, at least!" his mother hastily replied.
Ida tried his best in order to suffocate his laughter, but he didn't manage, and he kept chuckling openly with a squishy Aoki in his arms, totally unable to stop.
"S-strategy... I-I mean, ba-battleship strategy, r-really..." Ida's voice echoed sheepishly, between one laugh and another.
"What's so funny?" Aoki hissed right in front of his face, feigning offence.
"You're a... a s-strategist i-indeed," Ida amusedly replied, still laughing merrily.
Aoki bent down and pressed a fleeting kiss on Ida's open mouth, leaving him speechless.
"You'd better stop laughing, because like mom said, I'll excel soon at it," Aoki frowned, trying hard to keep a pout and composure, but failing miserably when Ida's shiny smile only broadened.
"Gosh, I love you so much...," Ida blurted out, head tilting a little so that he could meet Aoki's halfway and kiss him properly; he lost himself in the intimate contact, holding his boyfriend's soft and frail body even tighter to him.
Aoki squirmed under Ida's protective touch around his waist and the small of his back, purring open-mouthed once he pulled back from the kiss.
"See?" Ida whispered, frowning, "sexy is a very dangerous word, if you ask me, and totally overrated."
"I do not agree," Aoki objected, before offering his boyfriend one more peck on the lips. "Didn't my strategy work, in the end?"
"Strategy, you say."
"Yup, strategy," Aoki nodded.
"Want me to ask your mom's opinion about your strategy?" Ida teased, trying to prop himself up again.
"Oi oi oi, Ida, that's definitely an invalid option..." Aoki retorted, throwing his arms at his boyfriend to push him down in bed once again, holding him close thus suddenly becoming very much aware of their naked chests brushing against one another.
"You reckon?" Ida asked, furrowing playfully.
"I... I reckon," Aoki nodded, chewing both of his lips.
"So."
"So?"
"Wouldn't you tell me more about your strategies? I'm getting curious now, you know..." Ida suggested, sounding very naively and yet allowing his callous fingers to wander around the curves of Aoki's butt cheeks, who went flaming red.
"I-Ida?"
"Hm?"
"N-now that I think about it, mom was butting in like usual, but she somehow made me realize it... weren't we in the middle of it already, after all?"
"In the middle of what?"
"L-love... l-lovem... argh, you KNOW what, Idaahhhh," Aoki sighed again, smacking his shoulder.
Ida giggled and returned the embrace even more, breathing in Aoki's clean scent and lullying himself in the moment.
"I guess we could say we were in the middle of practice," Ida murmured, leaving a soft kiss on Aoki's temple.
"Practice?"
"Yup, like in volleyball. You get to learn one little thing after another. You advance little by little, getting comfortable with yourself and your skills, just like you're amazingly doing right here right now, all exposed in my arms only. Do you feel uncomfortable?"
Aoki shook his head, cheeks nonetheless tinged with a pink shade.
"I thought... I thought it would be impossible to face you without any clothes on," Aoki admitted, "but right now... If I think about it, it's a bit embarrassing, but it does also feel okay. And very warm, like this, together with you."
"I'm so glad," Ida replied, smiling softly at him.
His fingers left Aoki's back and his index finger settled along the curve of the boy's neck, tenderly tracing the line leading to the bare shoulder and stopping by the collarbones, making Aoki shiver faintly without flinching, anyway.
"I'm so proud of you," Ida confessed. "May... may I take it that next time the strategy will require you to practice some more with removing my other clothes? Fine for you?"
Aoki nodded vehemently, however blushing. His eyes stared at Ida's for a while, before letting his forehead rest on Ida's chest.
"... Ida?"
"Mh?"
"I love practicing strategies with you, you know?"
Ida chuckled.
"You're really, always the best out there, Aoki. And no one will ever persuade me otherwise."
Aoki pecked his boyfriend on the throat, feeling very much pampered and grateful.
Maybe it was truly not a matter of looking sexy, in the end. And maybe sensuality was really there, in the depth of Ida's beautiful gaze and nowhere else, after all.
He somehow hated it, the way his boyfriend was always right. Because he really was.
He closed his lids, shrugging absent-mindedly.
He could definitely cope with it. Yeah he could, strategies or not.
Notes:
I started this on a whim but Ida/Aoki took control of it at some half-point, please blame them for any inconsistency ;3
Also, happy Birthday, Aoki♥!
But still, the high schooler tries hard to.
It was sometimes difficult for Aoki Sota to focus straight on things whenever he was straddling his boyfriend in bed, rocking his hips in the process and kissing him fully on the mouth, while said boyfriend kept his large palms steadily firm around his waist.
But still, the high schooler tried hard to.
When Aoki pulled back from the make-out, Ida Kosuke's lips looked puffy and ruined, his usually neat hair was all mussed up, and his eyes were gleaming beautifully. A masterpiece he knew he had contributed to creating, at least for some nice trivial details.
"Woah," Aoki let out, feeling bold enough to add some fuel to the possibility of seeing Ida even more fired up.
He hastily pulled at the hem of his caramel-coloured blazer and slipped off it, his shirt following swiftly, thus leaving him suddenly chest-naked.
He shook off a little, hoping to look very cool for once, and set his eyes on Ida's.
After a brief moment of shock, the latter's gaze softened and he smiled tenderly.
"You look so cute," Ida fondly told him.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Again!" Aoki sighed, closing his eyes from frustration.
"Eh? What's wrong?"
"I've just had half a striptease before your eyes and yet you tell me I am CUTE! Seriously, Ida!"
"Can you blame me? I've told you, when you look so impatient and shy, you're the cutest."
"I don't think I want to look always -cute- to your eyes," Aoki pouted.
"Fine. I cannot wait," Ida replied, beaming.
"Eh?"
"There's just so much about you that I still don't know and that I am eager to find out," Ida explained. "All the faces of yours that I still have to see, I cannot wait to find them all out."
"...You're a weird one, Ida," Aoki said, narrowing his eyes.
"Coming from you, it's a wonderful compliment," Ida grinned.
"What if I wanna suddenly stop being cute and look sexy instead, to your eyes?" Aoki suddenly hissed, bending to lie down on Ida's chest.
"... That would be a problem, actually?"
"Why on Earth?" Aoki said, slightly pissed off.
"Because I don't think I can resist touching you."
"You... you don't have to," Aoki replied, biting both his lips.
"Aoki... may I confess something to you?"
Aoki nodded, to which Ida propped himself up and sat up in bed, carefully making sure not to harm Aoki in any way in between his movements. Aoki equally sat up beside him, cross-legged.
"...So."
"So."
"I didn't even know what liking someone meant, before falling for you. It happened, and I am so glad. But the thing is, that I feel like I am falling harder and harder for you, as time passes by."
"You're dear to me, in a way that I... honestly, i still don't know myself."
"And you make me fall constantly for you, every day in a new way, to the point I only started to realize what lust is when we first started touching each other, like this."
"I'm not afraid of this, but as these feelings are getting stronger and stronger, I just hope... they're not in the way for you. I don't want them to be. I want to enjoy us as we are, as we feel, as we share."
" ... t-they're not in the w-way," Aoki murmured.
"Really?" Ida said, eyes dilating.
"Really. And I... t-totally reciprocate. That is why I do not wish to look just and only cute to your eyes, Ida. I wish I can be more than just that."
Ida smiled.
"You're already more than just that, you silly boy. You have always been, since the very beginning, I guess."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Then..." Aoki looked up, and suddenly his gaze went down again.
He shifted and went up to his knees on the mattress, before taking one of Ida's hands in his to guide it towards the elastic band of his trousers first and boxer shorts next.
He invited Ida's strong fingers to pull both of them down, without hesitation. And Ida did, having him completely exposed and naked, self-conscious and hard, before those serious eyes.
Aoki went red, opening and closing his mouth back and forth like a fish, not even uttering a single word, while he stared at Ida's face and the latter contemplated his embarrassing nudity with an even more serious frown.
"I-I'm-"
"Beautiful," Ida completed for him, matter-of-factly.
"E-eh?"
"You're so beautiful, Aoki," Ida repeated, not even looking up when his fingers abandoned Aoki's underwear dangling around his knees and moved, knuckles brushing against the guy's slender thighs, fingertips caressing his white skin.
Aoki wondered whether he could just give in and die on the spot. People would have found him boneless and lifeless and naked in bed, but he would have been in Paradise already, by that time, for sure.
All things considered, Ida could touch and make him die even more, after all.
As if resonating with his thoughts, Ida's fingers tenderly closed around Aoki's hardness, as the latter moaned softly, biting his lips.
"So damn beautiful," Ida went on, voice throaty and velvety at the same time as he kept stroking him. "Can I keep touching you?"
"Hn," Aoki nodded vehemently, lips still caught between his teeth, hips leaning forward as if wishing to melt right within Ida's tight grip.
Hand jobs were not a first for both anymore and yet Aoki reckoned that every single time Ida caressed him like that, they had to be counted as endless once-in-a-lifetime firsts for him.
Aoki's hands ended up on Ida's nape, who purred deliciously and offered him a particularly vigorous stroke in return.
"Ko-Kosuke... i-it's..."
"What?"
"I-I cannot..."
"What?" Ida insisted, caressing him harder.
"I cannot w-wait," Aoki slurred.
"You don't have to."
"But-"
"Shhht... Come, Aoki. Please come," Ida invited him. "Next time I'll make you sit before a mirror while I caress you, so that you can see yourself how beautiful you are, Aoki," Ida went on, mellow and soft. "With those pink cheeks and shiny eyes, and your white skin turning into a delicious pink shade when you're turned on. You're so beautiful."
Aoki let out a strangled moan through gritted teeth, and Ida felt his hand filled with his boyfriend's semen.
"Oh, gosh..." Aoki blurted out, feeling all of his muscles abandon him at once as he slumped against Ida.
The guy's strong arms encircled his waist to support him, while he also conjured a paper tissue out of nowhere to clean him gently up and wipe his own fingers.
"I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"It's always me ending up like this."
"You're adorable to watch, like this. Believe me. I told you."
"Mooou again, Idaaaah," Aoki complained, closing his arms around Ida's neck. "I want to do the same to you! I want to look sexy and defiant!"
"Don't you believe me when I say you are?"
"Not at all."
"Why not?"
"Because you're not objective, Ida. It's some undeniable truth."
Ida giggled, letting his hands run through Aoki's bare back and around his naked butt, cupping the flesh in order to caress it thoroughly.
Aoki started moaning again and shifted his hips a little, making them rub repeatedly against Ida's, who growled slowly.
"See? You're a sexy, provoking little thing."
"Maybe I am, but you're still pretty much clothed, Ida."
"I was waiting for you to take them off me."
Aoki pulled half back from the embrace, looking at Ida straight in the eyes.
"Eh? Really?"
"Really," Ida nodded, flushing slightly pink.
"Why?"
"Because I'd love it, if it could be you to undress me completely."
"You never told me."
"I never told you."
"I'm an idiot."
"You are not."
"Then... may I?"
"You may."
Aoki tugged at Ida's shirt and pulled it until he slipped it off him.
"L-lay down," he suggested, half an order, half a request.
As Ida obeyed, Aoki took his time to contemplate him. Ida's muscles were finely shaped and they were muscles, to start with.
Nothing to be compared to his chicken arms.
Plus, Ida had abs. Sculpted and gorgeous abs where he could let his fingers wander and imagine to play, or even let his mouth rest and smell the nice musky scent his skin gave off.
Aoki felt tender fingers threading in his scalp, to which he unconsciously purred, allowing his trembling hands to tug at his boyfriend's school pants.
"Ahhhh... You're too beautiful for me to strip off!" Aoki squealed out of the blue, pulling suddenly away.
"Hey!"
"I cannot do that, Ida! I CANNOT! I KNEW IT!"
"Aoki, it's not like I am-"
"Yes, you are!"
"I didn't even finish the sentence," Ida giggled.
"You needn't," Aoki pouted, still biting his lips.
"But... you kind of have to, somehow," Ida gently insisted.
"Why?"
"Because I want to make love to you, Aoki."
Aoki blinked twice, registering Ida's words with some transmission delay. And then he screamed.
"Eh? EEEEEHH?"
"And, I mean, it would be quite complicated if you don't let me get as naked as you are."
Aoki blinked thrice this time, before crying out again.
"OH MY GOD I CANNOT!" he shouted, throwing his arms out, fingers tugging at his own hair as if wishing to pluck out all of his bangs until his last remaining strands of hair.
"Aoki, wait-"
"HEAVEN WILL PUNISH ME!"
"Aoki-"
"I'M NOT ALLOWED TO EVEN THINK-"
"SOTAAAAAAAAA, WHAT IS HAPPENING OVER THERE? You're disturbing the neighbours AGAIN!" Aoki's mother's voice echoed from downstairs, making Aoki squeal in panic, eyes widening in shock as he looked down at himself and realized he was utterly naked, should his mother decide to quickly check on him.
He threw both arms all over again, hitting the wall with his elbow in the process.
"Hey, watch out!" Ida hissed, trying to grab Aoki's arm but hitting the wall instead.
"SO-TAAAAAAA! PLEASE!"
Aoki's head shifted in every possible direction, but Ida had the presence of mind of finally catching him by his waist to hide with him in the tiny bed, throwing the sheets all over them.
Aoki blinked again, face just inches from Ida's, who started giggling softly at the situation.
"B-BATTLESHIP, MOM!" Aoki suddenly shouted, pulling partially down the sheets and looking up, face turning towards the door. "WE'RE STUDYING... STRATEGY! YUP! STRATEGY!"
"You'd better become excellent at that, at least!" his mother hastily replied.
Ida tried his best in order to suffocate his laughter, but he didn't manage, and he kept chuckling openly with a squishy Aoki in his arms, totally unable to stop.
"S-strategy... I-I mean, ba-battleship strategy, r-really..." Ida's voice echoed sheepishly, between one laugh and another.
"What's so funny?" Aoki hissed right in front of his face, feigning offence.
"You're a... a s-strategist i-indeed," Ida amusedly replied, still laughing merrily.
Aoki bent down and pressed a fleeting kiss on Ida's open mouth, leaving him speechless.
"You'd better stop laughing, because like mom said, I'll excel soon at it," Aoki frowned, trying hard to keep a pout and composure, but failing miserably when Ida's shiny smile only broadened.
"Gosh, I love you so much...," Ida blurted out, head tilting a little so that he could meet Aoki's halfway and kiss him properly; he lost himself in the intimate contact, holding his boyfriend's soft and frail body even tighter to him.
Aoki squirmed under Ida's protective touch around his waist and the small of his back, purring open-mouthed once he pulled back from the kiss.
"See?" Ida whispered, frowning, "sexy is a very dangerous word, if you ask me, and totally overrated."
"I do not agree," Aoki objected, before offering his boyfriend one more peck on the lips. "Didn't my strategy work, in the end?"
"Strategy, you say."
"Yup, strategy," Aoki nodded.
"Want me to ask your mom's opinion about your strategy?" Ida teased, trying to prop himself up again.
"Oi oi oi, Ida, that's definitely an invalid option..." Aoki retorted, throwing his arms at his boyfriend to push him down in bed once again, holding him close thus suddenly becoming very much aware of their naked chests brushing against one another.
"You reckon?" Ida asked, furrowing playfully.
"I... I reckon," Aoki nodded, chewing both of his lips.
"So."
"So?"
"Wouldn't you tell me more about your strategies? I'm getting curious now, you know..." Ida suggested, sounding very naively and yet allowing his callous fingers to wander around the curves of Aoki's butt cheeks, who went flaming red.
"I-Ida?"
"Hm?"
"N-now that I think about it, mom was butting in like usual, but she somehow made me realize it... weren't we in the middle of it already, after all?"
"In the middle of what?"
"L-love... l-lovem... argh, you KNOW what, Idaahhhh," Aoki sighed again, smacking his shoulder.
Ida giggled and returned the embrace even more, breathing in Aoki's clean scent and lullying himself in the moment.
"I guess we could say we were in the middle of practice," Ida murmured, leaving a soft kiss on Aoki's temple.
"Practice?"
"Yup, like in volleyball. You get to learn one little thing after another. You advance little by little, getting comfortable with yourself and your skills, just like you're amazingly doing right here right now, all exposed in my arms only. Do you feel uncomfortable?"
Aoki shook his head, cheeks nonetheless tinged with a pink shade.
"I thought... I thought it would be impossible to face you without any clothes on," Aoki admitted, "but right now... If I think about it, it's a bit embarrassing, but it does also feel okay. And very warm, like this, together with you."
"I'm so glad," Ida replied, smiling softly at him.
His fingers left Aoki's back and his index finger settled along the curve of the boy's neck, tenderly tracing the line leading to the bare shoulder and stopping by the collarbones, making Aoki shiver faintly without flinching, anyway.
"I'm so proud of you," Ida confessed. "May... may I take it that next time the strategy will require you to practice some more with removing my other clothes? Fine for you?"
Aoki nodded vehemently, however blushing. His eyes stared at Ida's for a while, before letting his forehead rest on Ida's chest.
"... Ida?"
"Mh?"
"I love practicing strategies with you, you know?"
Ida chuckled.
"You're really, always the best out there, Aoki. And no one will ever persuade me otherwise."
Aoki pecked his boyfriend on the throat, feeling very much pampered and grateful.
Maybe it was truly not a matter of looking sexy, in the end. And maybe sensuality was really there, in the depth of Ida's beautiful gaze and nowhere else, after all.
He somehow hated it, the way his boyfriend was always right. Because he really was.
He closed his lids, shrugging absent-mindedly.
He could definitely cope with it. Yeah he could, strategies or not.
Notes:
I started this on a whim but Ida/Aoki took control of it at some half-point, please blame them for any inconsistency ;3
Also, happy Birthday, Aoki♥!