Work wasn’t ever something that Riku enjoyed, however diligent as he strove toward a goal, that date looming quite near. The closer it got the more determined he was to have enough funds to make the day special, because after his mistake some while ago he had left Roxas uncertain as to how important he was, and Riku would never have wished for his confidence to be shaken in that way
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Paper lanterns and flickering candlelight could only distract the blond for so long, the youth fussing with the kitchen's decorations as he checked dinner for perhaps the seventh time. It didn't escape his notice that the minute details had been organized to an excruciating degree, he however anxious to the thought he would be unable to please his love.
At the abrupt sound of the door opening, Roxas found himself stilled near the table, digits tangled with a lantern's thin lining before he quickly replaced it upon its hook. Then with a soft sigh, focus set, he gradually navigated himself to the front room to greet his boyfriend, ignoring the abrupt rise in warmth to his cheeks that he could only expect.
In an attire nothing short of questionable, the shorter male paused just within the doorway, regarding his love with a heavy silence. Garbed in pastel green lace and cotton, the garment allowed little for the imagination, perhaps a category of lingerie above all else. A thin ribbon around his throat and left thigh, the blond fidgeted
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Having wondered why the house was darkened so, Riku nearly went about the graceless task of looking for a light switch, but his attention deviated entirely when he caught sight of his boyfriend.
Blinking dumbly he wasn’t quite sure his mind was right, however only able to reaffirm that it must be Roxas upon hearing his voice. Despite that, and his approach, it was still a challenge to get his mind around it. His boyfriend hadn’t ever worn something like that and he was at a loss as to why he’d take up such a practice, unable to speculate as he found himself thoroughly distracted with the monumental task of not staring at his love… which was a monumental task
( ... )
It would have been poor to have believed the outfit wouldn't merit peculiar attention, Roxas feeling heated beneath his love's focus. And as he paused at a short distance, weighing with indecision of perhaps how to react, he would simply try and meet Riku's gaze for a beat before he dare challenge himself to move forward
( ... )
Riku simply couldn’t get over the fact that Roxas was dressed in such a way. He recalled a time when they had dressed up in skirts before, a necessity to disguise themselves present at the time… but there had been little choice in the matter. Why his boyfriend would don such apparel escaped him entirely
( ... )
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At the abrupt sound of the door opening, Roxas found himself stilled near the table, digits tangled with a lantern's thin lining before he quickly replaced it upon its hook. Then with a soft sigh, focus set, he gradually navigated himself to the front room to greet his boyfriend, ignoring the abrupt rise in warmth to his cheeks that he could only expect.
In an attire nothing short of questionable, the shorter male paused just within the doorway, regarding his love with a heavy silence. Garbed in pastel green lace and cotton, the garment allowed little for the imagination, perhaps a category of lingerie above all else. A thin ribbon around his throat and left thigh, the blond fidgeted ( ... )
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Blinking dumbly he wasn’t quite sure his mind was right, however only able to reaffirm that it must be Roxas upon hearing his voice. Despite that, and his approach, it was still a challenge to get his mind around it. His boyfriend hadn’t ever worn something like that and he was at a loss as to why he’d take up such a practice, unable to speculate as he found himself thoroughly distracted with the monumental task of not staring at his love… which was a monumental task ( ... )
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