I Wanna Dakeshimetai (B.A.D., PG-13)
Title: I Wanna Dakeshimetai
Pairing: Junta/Akito
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 (but so far only about PG-13)
AN: Merry Christmas. A present for sourangel, with a promise that this will be finished before anything else gets done. :)
I Wanna Dakeshimetai
Junta would laugh, if he hadn't done similarly silly things himself. So instead, he waits for Akito to explain why he's standing in the middle of his kitchen in a Santa costume.
A female Santa costume. With a miniskirt.
Akito pouts at him. "I'm cooking you dinner."
"...in a miniskirt," Junta feels the need to point out, since Akito's explanation wasn't really explaining much of anything.
"It's supposed to be cute," Akito says, and ignores Junta, shifting ingredients to make space on the counter.
Junta laughs. "Cute for girls, you idiot. On you, it's..." He trails off as Akito reaches for a bowl from the cabinet. His skirt rides higher up the backs of his thighs and Junta's mind does an abrupt about-face.
"It's what?" Akito asks, holding the bowl in front of himself like a shield against Junta's words.
"It's... um." Junta swallows. He finally settles for "not cute," because it's definitely not. But Akito seems to have heard something in that answer. He smirks and puts the bowl down on the counter.
"Okay," Akito says, stepping closer to Junta. "It's not cute. But what is it?"
When Akito stands like that, hand on his hip, all his weight shifted to one foot... the skirt angles in a way that makes it hard for Junta to focus. Hard being the key word.
Akito waits just a moment, then steps over to press up against Junta's body, and Junta's definitely not thinking about how easy it would be to just slide his knee between Akito's legs and--
"Hmm?" Akito hums into his ear. "I haven't heard an answer." His voice is a teasing sing-song. "It's hot?" he suggests. "It's making you hot?" And he's the one sliding a knee between Junta's legs and Junta pushes him away.
"Agh, stop it. I thought you were cooking me dinner." Junta pointedly keeps his eyes well above waist-level.
Akito laughs. "Yes, yes. You'll have to wait for later to unwrap your present."
Something in his voice gives Junta the shivers, and Junta sits down abruptly in a chair. "O-okay."
Akito's family has miraculously agreed to give Akito the house to himself for the entire evening, agreeing on conditions unknown to Junta to stay away until a certain hour. Junta's not sure he wants to know how Akito managed that one. By the time they've finished dinner, only about an hour has passed. Akito is a decent cook, but nothing he's capable of making takes all that long to begin with. In fact, it only takes as long as it does because Junta has a hard time concentrating on getting the food into his mouth. From his vantage point, he can clearly see halfway up Akito's already very short skirt, and as good as the food is, it's not really what he wants at the moment. He forces himself to eat enough to be polite.
When Akito gets up to clear the dishes, Junta stops him with a hand on his wrist.
"Leave them."
Akito pauses, then smiles. "Did you want your present?"
"It can wait," Junta replies, not really interested in anything other than getting that ridiculous skirt off of Akito as soon as possible.
Akito lowers his voice. "I really don't think it can," he says, and pulls away from Junta. "Stay there."
Junta blinks when Akito disappears into his room. When he hears nothing for a good minute, he gets impatient.
"Akito?"
"Just a second," comes the answer from the other room. "Okay. You can come in now."
"Oh." Junta gets up and goes to look, but when he enters, he finds Akito standing in the middle of the bedroom, hands at his sides, looking exactly the same as he had before. Junta glances around, but there's nothing present-like in sight. He waits, but Akito says nothing.
"...am I suppose to search for it?" Junta asks.
"If you'd like."
When Junta walks towards Akito's closet, Akito laughs. "Cold!"
"What?"
"Cold! Not even close."
Ah. Junta takes a step in the opposite direction.
"Warmer."
Another step.
"Warmer."
The process repeats, but when he steps past Akito to head for the dresser, he gets a "colder" again. Junta freezes. A step backwards.
"Warmer." It doesn't take more than that for Junta to get it. Akito's hid the present on himself somewhere. He stands in front of Akito and reaches for the pocket near the waist of the jacket.
"Colder," Akito says, and he looks like he's trying hard not to laugh. Junta looks at him and purposely doesn't break eye contact as he reachs for the fluffy white hem of Akito's skirt.
"Warmer," Akito breathes.
Junta slides a hand up his thigh.
"Hot." Akito's eyes flutter shut.
Higher.
"Really hot." A sigh escapes from Akito's lips and Junta tears his eyes from Akito's serene expression and drops to his knees.
It turns out Akito isn't wearing any undergarments. Not unless Junta counts the red ribbon tied securely at the base of Akito's semi-erect cock, bow nestled into dark hair like an ornament. Junta wants to laugh, he really does, but... it's hotter than he'd like to admit. Silly, yes, but hot.
"My present is your dick?"
"Well," Akito grins down at him. "It was a bit difficult to get a ribbon around my ass."
Junta snickers. "I'll bet. How long did it take you to figure that out?"
"I didn't try," Akito announces proudly. "I had a better idea."
"Oh?" Junta's not even going to pretend to be uninterested.
Pairing: Junta/Akito
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 (but so far only about PG-13)
AN: Merry Christmas. A present for sourangel, with a promise that this will be finished before anything else gets done. :)
I Wanna Dakeshimetai
Junta would laugh, if he hadn't done similarly silly things himself. So instead, he waits for Akito to explain why he's standing in the middle of his kitchen in a Santa costume.
A female Santa costume. With a miniskirt.
Akito pouts at him. "I'm cooking you dinner."
"...in a miniskirt," Junta feels the need to point out, since Akito's explanation wasn't really explaining much of anything.
"It's supposed to be cute," Akito says, and ignores Junta, shifting ingredients to make space on the counter.
Junta laughs. "Cute for girls, you idiot. On you, it's..." He trails off as Akito reaches for a bowl from the cabinet. His skirt rides higher up the backs of his thighs and Junta's mind does an abrupt about-face.
"It's what?" Akito asks, holding the bowl in front of himself like a shield against Junta's words.
"It's... um." Junta swallows. He finally settles for "not cute," because it's definitely not. But Akito seems to have heard something in that answer. He smirks and puts the bowl down on the counter.
"Okay," Akito says, stepping closer to Junta. "It's not cute. But what is it?"
When Akito stands like that, hand on his hip, all his weight shifted to one foot... the skirt angles in a way that makes it hard for Junta to focus. Hard being the key word.
Akito waits just a moment, then steps over to press up against Junta's body, and Junta's definitely not thinking about how easy it would be to just slide his knee between Akito's legs and--
"Hmm?" Akito hums into his ear. "I haven't heard an answer." His voice is a teasing sing-song. "It's hot?" he suggests. "It's making you hot?" And he's the one sliding a knee between Junta's legs and Junta pushes him away.
"Agh, stop it. I thought you were cooking me dinner." Junta pointedly keeps his eyes well above waist-level.
Akito laughs. "Yes, yes. You'll have to wait for later to unwrap your present."
Something in his voice gives Junta the shivers, and Junta sits down abruptly in a chair. "O-okay."
Akito's family has miraculously agreed to give Akito the house to himself for the entire evening, agreeing on conditions unknown to Junta to stay away until a certain hour. Junta's not sure he wants to know how Akito managed that one. By the time they've finished dinner, only about an hour has passed. Akito is a decent cook, but nothing he's capable of making takes all that long to begin with. In fact, it only takes as long as it does because Junta has a hard time concentrating on getting the food into his mouth. From his vantage point, he can clearly see halfway up Akito's already very short skirt, and as good as the food is, it's not really what he wants at the moment. He forces himself to eat enough to be polite.
When Akito gets up to clear the dishes, Junta stops him with a hand on his wrist.
"Leave them."
Akito pauses, then smiles. "Did you want your present?"
"It can wait," Junta replies, not really interested in anything other than getting that ridiculous skirt off of Akito as soon as possible.
Akito lowers his voice. "I really don't think it can," he says, and pulls away from Junta. "Stay there."
Junta blinks when Akito disappears into his room. When he hears nothing for a good minute, he gets impatient.
"Akito?"
"Just a second," comes the answer from the other room. "Okay. You can come in now."
"Oh." Junta gets up and goes to look, but when he enters, he finds Akito standing in the middle of the bedroom, hands at his sides, looking exactly the same as he had before. Junta glances around, but there's nothing present-like in sight. He waits, but Akito says nothing.
"...am I suppose to search for it?" Junta asks.
"If you'd like."
When Junta walks towards Akito's closet, Akito laughs. "Cold!"
"What?"
"Cold! Not even close."
Ah. Junta takes a step in the opposite direction.
"Warmer."
Another step.
"Warmer."
The process repeats, but when he steps past Akito to head for the dresser, he gets a "colder" again. Junta freezes. A step backwards.
"Warmer." It doesn't take more than that for Junta to get it. Akito's hid the present on himself somewhere. He stands in front of Akito and reaches for the pocket near the waist of the jacket.
"Colder," Akito says, and he looks like he's trying hard not to laugh. Junta looks at him and purposely doesn't break eye contact as he reachs for the fluffy white hem of Akito's skirt.
"Warmer," Akito breathes.
Junta slides a hand up his thigh.
"Hot." Akito's eyes flutter shut.
Higher.
"Really hot." A sigh escapes from Akito's lips and Junta tears his eyes from Akito's serene expression and drops to his knees.
It turns out Akito isn't wearing any undergarments. Not unless Junta counts the red ribbon tied securely at the base of Akito's semi-erect cock, bow nestled into dark hair like an ornament. Junta wants to laugh, he really does, but... it's hotter than he'd like to admit. Silly, yes, but hot.
"My present is your dick?"
"Well," Akito grins down at him. "It was a bit difficult to get a ribbon around my ass."
Junta snickers. "I'll bet. How long did it take you to figure that out?"
"I didn't try," Akito announces proudly. "I had a better idea."
"Oh?" Junta's not even going to pretend to be uninterested.