RP log: Sanada and Yukimura
Date: Friday, January 26
Rating: NC17
Summary: Sparring in a pool. Eating at an entertaining restaurant...and the opening credits of a movie.
[OOC: I’m a tease. This entire log is simply foreplay.]
Yukimura stretched out with a smile. This was going to be a good night, whether he defeated Sanada in their sparring or not. In the duffle bag he'd brought was a change of clothes for dinner and dessert, but for now, he was dressed for battle.
This time, he wasn't going to hold back. He hoped Sanada was ready for it.
Sanada had decided upon sparring in the swimming pool because they'd have to rely mainly upon their upper bodies -- and fight the resistance of the water with every move. It was only waist-high in the lower section, so there was no chance of drowning.
He hitched up the corner of his speedos absently, sitting on the edge of the pool waiting for Yukimura to arrive. Sanada's competitive spirit was up -- he wanted to see how far along Yukimura had come.
Yukimura finished stretching and headed to the pool. Sanada's crazy idea, to spar in water. Probably being cautious of his leg, again. But still, he felt good, so even Sanada's overprotectiveness wasn't bothering him today.
He stepped into the room with the pool and stripped off the terrycloth robe he'd been stretching in and hung it on one of the pegs for towels. Then, with a grin, Yukimura got a running start and did a cannonball right into the deepest part of the pool, hitting the water with a loud splash.
Whoa! Sanada reflexively raised his hands over his face and shivered at the cold water hitting his body. Who -- hah. It was Seiichi.
With a growl, Sanada launched himself into the pool and splashed Yukimura with a handful of water to the face. Take that.
Sanada felt the hair on his arm rise at the chilly water. Oof. They'd better get moving or his muscles would cool again.
Yukimura came up in the shallower end of the pool and grinned at the splash...
...and that was all the warning Sanada had before Yukimura's fist was flying at his stomach.
It was time to fight. They could play later.
Oof. Sanada barely dodged that one, water ebbing away from his movement in waves as he struggled to remain upright. Fighting in water was rougher than he'd imagined -- how should he approach this one?
He used his backward motion to send the side of his hand into Yukimura's back, but barely managed the motion. Nothing was solid...
Yukimura smirked, letting the water carry him until it set him down again, and then launched himself forward in another attack, fist aimed for Sanada's chest.
The way he was moving, it was as if Sanada was fighting two opponents, now, instead of just the one. In water, one had to work with it, not against it.
Oof. Sanada barely dodged that one, water ebbing away from his movement in waves as he struggled to remain upright. Fighting in water was rougher than he'd imagined -- how should he approach this one?
He used his backward motion to send the side of his hand into Yukimura's back, but barely managed the motion. Nothing was solid...
"Gaaaahhh..." Sanada let loose a small sound of frustration. The water hit him, pulling him off-balance again. And then Yukimura's fist...
Sanada caught it in his hand, and then raised his eyebrows in surprise as the motion of catching the fist pushed him backward in the water -- he spluttered as his head hit the surface, scowling a bit like a wet cat.
But...the motion gave him an idea. He raised his leg slowly under Yukimura -- not quite kicking him in the crotch, but bearing him up toward the water surface.
And then Sanada ducked down and threw -- a somersault of Yukimura over his head.
Yukimura had time to hold his breath before hitting the water. Very nice move, that one.
Under the water, Yukimura opened his eyes and smirked as he swam towards Sanada, his motions gentle enough to make his movement silent.
Then, when he was within arm's reach and still underwater, he grinned and yanked down Sanada's speedos as he pushed himself up for air.
Take that.
Sanada glared around. Yukimura hit the water and then -- the waves on the surface made it impossible to see him.
Right until his speedos were yanked down, exposing his member to the cold pool.
Sanada blushed. Then gritted his teeth. In cold water, nobody looked their most impressive...
He dove under, first pulling up his pants, and next finding Yukimura's torso. In return for that...
Sanada gave each cold little nipple a firm tweak before retreating out of reach.
Yukimura shivered, and he wasn't completely sure it was from the cold of the water.
Mmm... He supposed he deserved that. But still...
He ducked under the water and pushed off, propelling himself towards Sanada.
He came up, his body practically right against Sanada's. "You have a very nice hind-end, Gen," he grinned. He pondered pulling Sanada's swimsuit down again...but this close, and it would be easy for Sanada to retaliate in kind.
Sanada glared down at eel boy and crouched. "I much prefer your nipples," he smirked.
Released the power from his legs and did a back flip, jumping back into the water away from Yukimura. Who knew that old boyscout tricks would work here... He took his stance a bit apart, hands raised, wondering which direction Yukimura would approach from.
Yukimura chuckled and used the water, launching himself through it towards Sanada again.
His fist slammed out, catching Sanada's shoulder.
Oof...but yet again, the water somehow helped. It buoyed Sanada back, making the impact a push rather than a solid punch.
Interesting! Something learned -- if Sanada were to imagine water surrounding him outside of the pool, he'd be able to use this to his advantage. To flow away from a punch...
Very interesting. Sanada found it an easy thing to slide his hand around Yukimura's back and into his trunks, giving his rear a firm massaging squeeze.
"You started it," Sanada grunted, filled with a bit of childish glee.
"Did not!" Yukimura yelped, caught by surprise at the groping hand. He ducked down under the water, successfully getting Sanada's hand out of his swimsuit, swam between Sanada's legs, and popped up behind him, giving a little pinch to Sanada's rear.
"I only pulled your suit down. I didn't grope you," he teased, sticking his tongue out.
It was fun. Sparring in the pool made him feel like a little kid again.
Sanada jumped at the pinch to his rear. "Eep!" He said, and then clamped his mouth shut. Sanada did not 'Eep.' It must've been a mistake.
"Seiichi..." His growl started soft and ended loud, and he launched himself at Yukimura with full force -- only to find himself comically slowed by the water, flailing and floundering.
Sanada gritted his teeth and swiped the water with his hand instead -- another splash into Yukimura's face.
Yukimura grinned and laughed, even when the water splashed onto him.
"Is that the best you can do?" he taunted, cupping his hands and pushing them into the water, making a big, loud, thumping splash probably three times the size of Sanada's.
He pushed off the floor of the pool and let himself float backwards a bit, keeping the distance between them, still with that grin on his face.
This was going to end badly. Sanada could tell.
He ducked under the water to avoid the splashing. And then, feeling more and more wicked, swam to Yukimura's crotch and pressed his lips around the form of a cock outlined by the trunks. Mmmmmm...
Sanada wanted to feel it harden in his mouth.
Yukimura stared down, eyes wide. Oh...my...
His face flushed as he felt himself start to harden, despite the cold temperature of the water.
Yukimura pushed himself back again, into the deeper water where he had to tread to keep his head above the surface. The deeper water was colder, and it calmed his body back down.
"Now Gen. Didn't your mother ever teach you not to do those kinds of things in a pool?" he asked, smiling.
Oh yes. This was definitely going to be a fun night.
Sanada moaned into the water as he felt Yukimura's cock hardening -- bubbles floating up from his mouth. And then Yukimura pulled backward, and Sanada's head popped up from the water's surface.
Sanada backed up from the dangerous, dangerous man..."I can't see my mother saying anything about blowjobs, let alone in swimming pools," he said with a chuckle, and then realized...
He was about hip-deep in water, and his speedos weren't covering him up any longer. He dove down into the water, hopefully before Seiichi could see anything.
Yukimura raised an eyebrow. The way Sanada had ducked into the water... Hmm. So he hadn't been the only one affected.
Too bad he hadn't caught a glimpse of it.
Yukimura swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out, shivering at the cool air against his wet skin. He grabbed his robe and wrapped it around himself, then wrung out his hair.
"I don't know about you, but I think it's time for dinner," he said, pulling his robe nice and tight around him to keep him warm.
Sanada couldn't get much redder if he tried. "Be out in a moment," he grunted. "You go on ahead.
He had to think about something completely unarousing.
Hm. ...Paperwork, but not with Seiichi spread out over the top of it, black curls trailing over the desk...no, that really wasn't helping at all.
Damn.
Yukimura chuckled. "Alright. I'll be waiting," he sing-songed, heading into the locker room.
He went to the locker his duffle was in and stripped out of his wet swimsuit, leaving the robe on to double as a towel and dry him off.
He pulled his clothes out of the bag and put them on, boxers first, then the jeans that were just a little tight on his rear. Then he dried his hair with one of the hair dryers (which was really one of those hot air hand dryers, just high enough on the wall to be above his head). It was too cold to go anywhere with wet hair.
Yukimura went back to his bag and pulled on his shirt, a simple, soft, black sweater, and then sat down on a bench to put on his socks and shoes.
He wondered with a small smirk if Sanada was ready to get out of the water yet.
It took Sanada four fast, hard laps across the pool and back before his cock fit back in his speedos. By the time he was done, he was panting. Made his way into the lockerroom only to find Yukimura sitting on a bench waiting.
"I apologize for being slow."
Sanada turned and stripped, feeling oddly shy. Toweled off, and put on his own street clothes -- a neatly-fitting pair of khakis and a button down shirt. He ran his fingers through his wet hair and decided to towel it off thoroughly. He hoped he wouldn't get a cold from this.
"Where are we going for dinner?"
Yukimura tied his shoe, politely not watching while Sanada changed.
"Ever been to Benihana?" he asked. "I used to go there with some coworkers from before I joined the Agency, but I haven't been there in years. The food was always excellent."
And it was fun to watch the chef put on his "performance" as he cooked, right there at the table in front of you.
Sanada frowned, and then smiled. "That's the American chain -- where they roast beef in front of you, correct?"
Interesting. Sanada was all dressed. He turned and walked closer to Yukimura. "I think I won the spar," he said with a grin. "What does that get me?"
"Mmhm. But it's supposedly far better here than it is there. One of my coworkers went there while he was on a business trip to America and said the quality was sadly lacking over there."
Yukimura grinned up at Sanada. "Hmmmm...you get me admitting defeat?" he chuckled, shutting his locker and stepping past Sanada towards the door.
"Now come on. They usually get busy around this time of night, and I'm not in the mood to wait any longer than I have to."
Sanada chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. He'd been hoping to extract a kiss for that -- but then again, it was still at work, and he was always subtly nudging the boundaries of acceptable.
He followed after Yukimura, wondering what the place would be like.
"Can we walk there?"
Yukimura chuckled. "It's not far. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes walking distance."
He waited until they were out of the building before turning and sliding his arms around Sanada, leaning up and kissing him softly.
Sanada wrapped his arms around Yukimura and kissed him back, feeling his heart flutter at the gentleness. He didn't push it, let Yukimura control the pace -- but he enjoyed it thoroughly.
"So. What have you been up to, Seiichi?"
Mmm. Sanada kisses. Note to self: Get more of those.
Yukimura smiled as he took Sanada's hand in his, walking with him towards the restaurant. "Not much, really. I had that coffee with Tezuka the other night, and we talked about you a little."
Poor Tezuka, caught up in a tricky situation like that. Yukimura still wondered if he'd actually been able to help Tezuka at all. He certainly hoped so.
Sanada blushed. Great -- Yukimura talking to the person that Sanada had crushed on for a little while. With any luck they didn't talk about anything too personal...like how deeply and for how long Sanada had felt something for Yukimura...
But if they had, oh well. Tezuka, Sanada hoped, had found someone that could extract him from his ivory tower.
"How is Tezuka doing?" Last Sanada had seen of him, he'd been ice skating.
Yukimura shrugged. He wasn't sure, really. Tezuka's situation was quite complicated, and it was hard for Yukimura to imagine himself in Tezuka's shoes.
That, and he and Tezuka were very different people. How they handled things would undoubtedly be different.
"He's somehow gotten himself into quite a predicament. I tried to help him, but...I'm not sure anything I had to say was really useful to him. I do hope that...everything works out for the best for him."
Sanada nodded. He didn't know what was going on, and wouldn't ask; gossip wasn't his interest.
They were nearing the restaurant anyway -- the line outside was building up, even early. Through the window, Sanada noted that it looked...energetic in there, with lots of open flame...
"What's going on?" It looked like knife throwing.
Yukimura grinned. "The chefs cook right in front of you. Each table is attached to a flat grill, and the chefs wheel around these carts with ingredients and cook what you order while you're watching. They make shows out of it, too, doing things like tossing the shrimp tails into the air and catching them in their hats."
Yukimura was surprised at how quickly the line moved - they'd gotten there just before the real rush hit.
They were sat at a table by the hostess and told their waiter would be right over.
Sanada stared around, completely amused.
"We go to the most interesting places together," Sanada said, pondering the scene. The waiter came over, and Sanada let Yukimura lead the ordering, not being used to such a place.
"...And lots of beef?" Sanada said hopefully, right at the end. "I'd love it grilled medium-well..."
He had a soft spot in his tummy for nicely-cooked beef.
Yukimura ordered, making sure that he ordered beef for Sanada, and the waiter headed off to print the check. "You can tell the chef how you want it cooked," he explained.
The waiter stopped back and set the check under one of the little sauce dishes on chef's side of the grill and told them the chef would be with them in just a moment.
And he was. The chef arrived, wheeling a cart full of ingredients, bowed to them, and started the preliminary routine. He flipped his spatula and meat-fork around, tossing them into the air and catching them, doing all kinds of neat tricks.
Sanada watched with big eyes, laughing at the spectacle. He felt like a kid again, seeing something unexpected and out-of-the-ordinary. This was fun.
Yukimura was upping the ante, that was clear...
Sanada had a sudden vision of himself in a hot air balloon, on his knees, offering Yukimura the entire world -- or just himself, really.
Maybe ... someday they'd make love in a balloon. Sex on the clouds...
Maybe someday they'd make love.
Sanada leaned back and shot Yukimura a mischievous smile. Yep, he was totally thinking about sex.
Yukimura loved watching the chefs at work, mostly because he'd never have that kind of cooking talent himself.
The chef made them little appetizers, shrimp and zucchini and other little things, and let them eat that while he started on the main course. Yukimura, of course, made sure to tell him how Sanada liked his beef.
Yukimura caught the look Sanada was giving him and grinned. Sanada could be such a pervert, sometimes. He nudged his knee against Sanada's, giving him a playfully scolding look.
Mmmm. That food looked good. Especially after all of the exercise they'd had in the pool...
Sanada fell into another slightly perverted reverie, spearing a bit of zucchini and rolling it around on his tongue. He had to stop that.
But the food totally distracted him with a different hunger. The meat, after it was taken off the grill, was sizzling and melting and soft and perfect.
Sanada couldn't help the small happy noise...
Yukimura smiled as he watched Sanada eat, glad to see the other man enjoying himself.
The chef cleaned up and left them to eat in peace, heading off to his next table.
"Told you it was good," Yukimura chuckled, taking a bite of his own food.
Sanada's mouth was too full to talk, so he simply smiled around a chopstick full of food, hair falling into his eyes. He really wished he had his cap right now...both to hide under while he wolfed down his food, and to keep his hair out of his face.
Hm...Sanada checked his pocket and found a small hairclip. He clipped back his bangs, and stuffed shrimp into his mouth.
"Mff mfffff."
Yukimura laughed and let Sanada eat in peace, focusing on his own food.
The meal finished, Yukimura leaned back in his chair, humming contentedly. The waiter stopped back with the bill, and Yukimura pulled his credit card out of his wallet. He handed it to the server, who disappeared to run the card through.
"See? I told you it was good," he grinned, nudging Sanada's knee again.
Sanada shot Yukimura a sheepish look.
"I was hungry. Forgot to eat lunch. And this was well done -- especially the knife throwing."
He really liked that part. Thought for a moment about building knife-throwing into his repertoire of battle tactics.
Hmmmm...dessert.
"I'd thought about dragging you back to my house for dessert, but I'm too much of a gentleman for that," Sanada said, eyes flashing with a bit of dry humor. "Instead, I thought we could go see a movie."
An old classic was playing at the local arthouse theater -- The Hidden Fortress. "The arthouse theater has great desserts. We can eat while we watch."
The waiter brought Yukimura's card back and waited for Yukimura to sign the receipt before disappearing again.
Yukimura chuckled. "Won't your cook be disappointed that he didn't get to see me?" he teased, standing so they could free up the table for someone else.
He led Sanada back out of the restaurant and onto the street, then took Sanada's hand in his again.
"Lead the way, Gen."
"Thank you for dinner, Seiichi." Sanada squeezed the other man's hand in his. "Heh. This is the first time I've ever felt like a girl," he said wryly.
It was rare to be treated. It happened next to never, but it felt...pretty good, like he was being spoiled.
"This way."
Sanada led them down the street to the train station, where they hopped over a few stops to a different part of town. Once there, they made their way to an old wooden building that looked like it was out of another era. A crowd of university types lingered out in front -- movie buffs, all talking about the film.
"Did you know that this is the movie that 'Star Wars' was based upon?"
Sanada got their tickets and pulled them to the cafe, which had a range of delicious looking baked goods and all sorts of coffee and tea.
"Do you have a sweet tooth, Seiichi?"
"Mmm...You know I have a sweet tooth, Gen. A whole mouthful of them," Yukimura answered with a smile, eyeing the desserts.
He felt like a kid at a candy shop, and the analogy wasn't that far off.
"It all looks so good..."
Sanada wrapped an arm around Yukimura's shoulders and nuzzled against his ear, very lightly. "Is your tongue as sweet as your teeth?" A whisper into Yukimura's ear...
And then Sanada pointed and said with a more normal voice, "That black forest cake is to die for."
The ear-nuzzling made him shiver, and Yukimura gave Sanada one of his you'll-find-out smiles and patted Sanada's rear in response to the whispered question.
Then he looked at the cake Sanada was pointing to. "Oooooh, that does look good. I think I'll try that," he said with a small nod.
Sanada blinked at the pat to the rear. Interesting -- he felt momentarily like the uke again.
He ordered Yukimura the cake, and a brownie for himself, and led them into the theater.
Smirking just a little, he picked a nice, dark, quiet back-row position...and as soon as they were seated, threw an arm around Yukimura and pulled him close.
"Mmm...I've been wanting to hold you all day."
Yukimura smiled and snuggled against Sanada as much as he could with the arm of their seats in the way. He glared down at the offending thing, and noticed that it was one of those that could be lifted, to make their two seats into one. With a grin, Yukimura moved it out of the way, and nestled himself snugly against Sanada's side. Mmm. Much better.
Next he went for the cake, taking a bite and tasting it as it just melted on his tongue. "Mmmmmmmmm...." So good it made him purr.
The lights went low and the movie started. Sanada watched as the old footage began to reel...grinning at the familiar story.
And then the little purr...Sanada sighed and realized he'd have to watch this one with a raging hard on. He settled Yukimura carefully so that it wouldn't show, and watched as Yukimura thoroughly enjoyed that chocolate cake.
Damn.
Yukimura tried to pay attention to the movie, but between the best chocolate cake ever and Sanada's warmth beside him, his thoughts were elsewhere.
The cake, for one, was better than any sex he'd ever had. Which was pretty bad, considering the amount of sex he'd had.
But there was sex he hadn't had...
Yukimura's mind started trying to imagine how good that could be. He remembered Sanada's winning move in the pool (his body reacting the same at just the thought of it), and he remembered how good it had been to wake up and find Sanada there with him.
Mmh. Yes, that would definitely be better than this cake.
Sanada felt Yukimura's breath quicken a little and raised his eyebrows. "Is the cake that good?" His arms curled around Yukimura by reflex, pulling him closer, hands stroking Yukimura's arms.
Sanada sighed and realized he'd have to get used to hour-long erections if they were going to go on more of these dates.
Yukimura turned to give Sanada a slightly more intense look than usual. "Mm...The cake...and other things..." he purred, leaning his head back against Sanada's shoulder.
He decided he rather liked being in Sanada's lap... He could feel what it did to Sanada quite easily.
He took another bite of the cake, humming at how good it tasted... Couldn't help the tiny wiggle when his mind supplied him with the image of eating this cake off of Sanada's bare skin...
Damn it. He wasn't used to going this long without sex.
Sanada's face flushed, his hands going to grip the arm of his seat. He tried to keep his expression perfectly composed, but lost it at the wiggle.
His eyes shut and his hands slid down Yukimura's hips, anchoring them still. "Seiichi. Don't do that."
It was like teasing the lions.
Yukimura made a small sound at the hands on his hips, Sanada's voice low against his ear... "I can't help it..."
...and he could feel Sanada's erection against his rear, which wasn't making it any easier for him to sit still.
"...I'm not used to going so long without sex..." he whispered, letting his back press flush against Sanada's chest.
Sanada's eyes went wide. "...You haven't had...sex?" This eased his heart and mind in a way that he couldn't express -- he'd wondered whether Yukimura would stop treating himself so harshly, and was relieved to know that his friend hadn't had any more of the nameless, faceless sex that he'd confessed to Sanada about...
Sanada's fingers started stroking Yukimura's hips in a slow caress. "But why, Seiichi?"
Yukimura shook his head. "Not for...about a month, now," he admitted, biting his lip and trying to keep his hips still.
He took another bite of the cake, trying to distract himself from Sanada, but his mind wouldn't let him be distracted. Sanada's hands on his hips, chest against his back, cock against his rear... Yukimura managed to stifle a whimper, but he couldn't stop another little wiggle.
"Because of you."
Sanada drew in a breath, let it out again, his eyes shutting and his arms wrapping around Yukimura. He tugged Yukimura into his chest -- squeezing him tightly, nose burying itself deep into Yukimura's dark, soft curly locks.
"I love you," Sanada whispered into the back of Yukimura's head. His mouth twitched upward.
For a moment nothing else existed, except himself...and Seiichi, who'd given up sex for Sanada's sake.
Sanada still wasn't sure why. But he knew he was glad...relieved...incredibly grateful.
Yukimura smiled at the words. Those words held so much power over him...made him want Sanada even more, and reminded him of why he was trying to be a better person.
He twisted himself around in Sanada's arms and kissed him, a firm and sure press of lips, at first. And then Yukimura wanted more than just that, his tongue darting out to lick at Sanada's lips..
Sanada sucked his breath in. This was something he wanted more than anything in the world...he wrapped his arms around Yukimura and opened his mouth, sliding his tongue out to meet the other man's tongue, sliding it into Seiichi's mouth...
Oh God Sanada loved this man...the music from the movie swelled in the background, old Japanese instruments playing a melancholy song of love and loss...Sanada feeling his heart slip completely out of his control at the feeling of a warm, willing Yukimura on his lap.
It almost wasn't fair. Sanada pulled back. "Go...easy on me. I feel so much for you," he whispered. "I'm not sure I could stop if you...got me started."
Mmmm... The chocolate of the cake combined with the taste of Sanada's mouth only served to make his fantasy more vivid...
...and this position was going to get uncomfortable if he stayed like this too long. So, with a grin, Yukimura set the rest of his cake aside and turned himself around, straddling Sanada's lap.
"Gen..." He rest his forehead against Sanada's. "I'm not sure I'd want you to stop if I got you started," he admitted, feeling his cheeks flush a little and hoping the theater was dark enough that Sanada wouldn't see it.
Their first time was not going to be in a movie theater. No matter how good the film.
So much for The Hidden Fortress.
Yukimura was off Sanada's lap in seconds, Sanada's hand around Yukimura's wrist as he tugged the other man outside, out of the theater.
Had his phone on his ear as soon as they stepped outside. "Pick us up at the art theater. Pronto!"
There was nothing but the sound of laughter from the other end of the line. "He's finally willing, eh?"
Sanada had the insane urge to assign his cook laps. "Shut up," he said instead, "and just...come get us."
Sanada found a nice dark wall where they could wait, and pushed Yukimura up against it, leaning in. Attacked with another fierce kiss, long and slow, his hands moving everywhere.
Oooh...god...
Yukimura's heart was pounding in his chest as he kissed back, his arms wrapped around Sanada's neck. He let Sanada's hands go wherever they pleased, his body pressing firmly against Sanada's.
When Yukimura pulled back to breathe, he glanced towards the street, checking for the car. It pulled up right then, and Yukimura laughed.
"Your car's here," he panted, nodding in its direction.
Sanada restrained his urge to throw Yukimura over his shoulder like some sort of caveman, dragging a mate back to his cave. He took a deep breath and nodded, pulling them both into the car.
His cook looked around with barely restrained laughter in his eyes. He gave Sanada the thumb's up.
"When you get tired of him, I'm single," he said to Yukimura with a wink -- and then ducked as Sanada's keys went flying at his head.
"Home...NOW."
"Fine, fine," Watanabe mumbled, turning back around. "Just don't screw back there. I don't wanna be wiping that off the seats."
"NOW."
Yukimura laughed at the cook and his teasing, and Sanada's temper.
He cupped Sanada's face between his hands and kissed him again. "Be nice, Genichirou. I don't plan on going anywhere," he smiled. "It's not like I'm going to change my mind."
Yukimura understood, though. This was what Sanada had wanted for years, and been denied every bit as long. And now Yukimura was willing to give it to him... Sanada was just trying to make sure he didn't miss this chance.
Sanada pulled back and thought about that. Stared at Yukimura...his lust subsiding for the moment and reason returning.
Sanada's hand went up to touch Seiichi's face, stroking down the cheek and letting a finger linger on Yukimura's kiss-wet lower lip.
"A second ago I was willing to trade the rest of my life with you for a night of holding you in my arms. Are you saying...that you won't leave me tomorrow?"
The thought took almost all of his ardor away -- the thought of Yukimura leaving him.
Yukimura nodded. "Or the day after, or the day after that. Gen... It took that kid from tech pointing it out to me for me to realize it, but there's one major difference between you, and all those other men. It's the reason that I was finished with them after one time, and it's the reason I won't be with you."
"I wasn't sure the kid was right...until I woke up next to you the day after your cousin's wedding. But since then...there's not been a doubt in my mind about this."
Yukimura pressed a kiss to Sanada's palm, his eyes never leaving the other man's. It all felt...right.
Watanabe was grateful for the dark glass. After a moment, he slid it up, hiding the back seat of the car from the driving compartment... and chuckled, feeling very, very lighthearted. Maybe he'd celebrate himself, tonight. Take himself out to a bar, meet some nice young man, and let Sanada and Yukimura make as much noise as they wanted to in the apartment.
It sounded like this old, old love was finally going to make it. Watanabe wondered if those two knew how lucky they were...it was rare in a lifetime to find someone that you loved and wanted that much. Some people never felt that kind of passion, or that kind of total commitment.
He knew Sanada had it. Twice -- once for Sugihara, who was dead. And once for this man. Watanabe hoped it would work out.
He pulled the car up to the house and spoke into the microphone. "We're here, Casanova. I left you snacks in the fridge. I'll be at a hotel tonight -- back tomorrow to make you breakfast at 10. BOTH of you breakfast at 10." Watanabe grinned, eyes misting over. It felt so much like he was watching an old romantic movie...
Sanada lifted his mouth from Yukimura neck long enough to laugh at his cook's words.
"Come upstairs, then, Seiichi."
His tone was low and aching with need, want, desire. Sanada got out of the car and held the door open for Yukimura.
Yukimura climbed out of the car and followed Sanada upstairs, into his apartment.
He chuckled a little. "I feel like a misbehaving kid, sneaking over to my boyfriend's place while his parents are out of town," he grinned, latching himself onto Sanada and kissing him again and again and again.
Sanada-kisses...addicting things.
Sanada took a deep breath and gave in to his deepest, most primitive desires. Hefted Yukimura up in his arms and tossed him over a shoulder, one hand on his rear.
And walked Yukimura back to Sanada's bedroom.
It felt like Sanada's first time for ... everything. Life, love, sex. All made new.
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Rating: NC17
Summary: Sparring in a pool. Eating at an entertaining restaurant...and the opening credits of a movie.
[OOC: I’m a tease. This entire log is simply foreplay.]
Yukimura stretched out with a smile. This was going to be a good night, whether he defeated Sanada in their sparring or not. In the duffle bag he'd brought was a change of clothes for dinner and dessert, but for now, he was dressed for battle.
This time, he wasn't going to hold back. He hoped Sanada was ready for it.
Sanada had decided upon sparring in the swimming pool because they'd have to rely mainly upon their upper bodies -- and fight the resistance of the water with every move. It was only waist-high in the lower section, so there was no chance of drowning.
He hitched up the corner of his speedos absently, sitting on the edge of the pool waiting for Yukimura to arrive. Sanada's competitive spirit was up -- he wanted to see how far along Yukimura had come.
Yukimura finished stretching and headed to the pool. Sanada's crazy idea, to spar in water. Probably being cautious of his leg, again. But still, he felt good, so even Sanada's overprotectiveness wasn't bothering him today.
He stepped into the room with the pool and stripped off the terrycloth robe he'd been stretching in and hung it on one of the pegs for towels. Then, with a grin, Yukimura got a running start and did a cannonball right into the deepest part of the pool, hitting the water with a loud splash.
Whoa! Sanada reflexively raised his hands over his face and shivered at the cold water hitting his body. Who -- hah. It was Seiichi.
With a growl, Sanada launched himself into the pool and splashed Yukimura with a handful of water to the face. Take that.
Sanada felt the hair on his arm rise at the chilly water. Oof. They'd better get moving or his muscles would cool again.
Yukimura came up in the shallower end of the pool and grinned at the splash...
...and that was all the warning Sanada had before Yukimura's fist was flying at his stomach.
It was time to fight. They could play later.
Oof. Sanada barely dodged that one, water ebbing away from his movement in waves as he struggled to remain upright. Fighting in water was rougher than he'd imagined -- how should he approach this one?
He used his backward motion to send the side of his hand into Yukimura's back, but barely managed the motion. Nothing was solid...
Yukimura smirked, letting the water carry him until it set him down again, and then launched himself forward in another attack, fist aimed for Sanada's chest.
The way he was moving, it was as if Sanada was fighting two opponents, now, instead of just the one. In water, one had to work with it, not against it.
Oof. Sanada barely dodged that one, water ebbing away from his movement in waves as he struggled to remain upright. Fighting in water was rougher than he'd imagined -- how should he approach this one?
He used his backward motion to send the side of his hand into Yukimura's back, but barely managed the motion. Nothing was solid...
"Gaaaahhh..." Sanada let loose a small sound of frustration. The water hit him, pulling him off-balance again. And then Yukimura's fist...
Sanada caught it in his hand, and then raised his eyebrows in surprise as the motion of catching the fist pushed him backward in the water -- he spluttered as his head hit the surface, scowling a bit like a wet cat.
But...the motion gave him an idea. He raised his leg slowly under Yukimura -- not quite kicking him in the crotch, but bearing him up toward the water surface.
And then Sanada ducked down and threw -- a somersault of Yukimura over his head.
Yukimura had time to hold his breath before hitting the water. Very nice move, that one.
Under the water, Yukimura opened his eyes and smirked as he swam towards Sanada, his motions gentle enough to make his movement silent.
Then, when he was within arm's reach and still underwater, he grinned and yanked down Sanada's speedos as he pushed himself up for air.
Take that.
Sanada glared around. Yukimura hit the water and then -- the waves on the surface made it impossible to see him.
Right until his speedos were yanked down, exposing his member to the cold pool.
Sanada blushed. Then gritted his teeth. In cold water, nobody looked their most impressive...
He dove under, first pulling up his pants, and next finding Yukimura's torso. In return for that...
Sanada gave each cold little nipple a firm tweak before retreating out of reach.
Yukimura shivered, and he wasn't completely sure it was from the cold of the water.
Mmm... He supposed he deserved that. But still...
He ducked under the water and pushed off, propelling himself towards Sanada.
He came up, his body practically right against Sanada's. "You have a very nice hind-end, Gen," he grinned. He pondered pulling Sanada's swimsuit down again...but this close, and it would be easy for Sanada to retaliate in kind.
Sanada glared down at eel boy and crouched. "I much prefer your nipples," he smirked.
Released the power from his legs and did a back flip, jumping back into the water away from Yukimura. Who knew that old boyscout tricks would work here... He took his stance a bit apart, hands raised, wondering which direction Yukimura would approach from.
Yukimura chuckled and used the water, launching himself through it towards Sanada again.
His fist slammed out, catching Sanada's shoulder.
Oof...but yet again, the water somehow helped. It buoyed Sanada back, making the impact a push rather than a solid punch.
Interesting! Something learned -- if Sanada were to imagine water surrounding him outside of the pool, he'd be able to use this to his advantage. To flow away from a punch...
Very interesting. Sanada found it an easy thing to slide his hand around Yukimura's back and into his trunks, giving his rear a firm massaging squeeze.
"You started it," Sanada grunted, filled with a bit of childish glee.
"Did not!" Yukimura yelped, caught by surprise at the groping hand. He ducked down under the water, successfully getting Sanada's hand out of his swimsuit, swam between Sanada's legs, and popped up behind him, giving a little pinch to Sanada's rear.
"I only pulled your suit down. I didn't grope you," he teased, sticking his tongue out.
It was fun. Sparring in the pool made him feel like a little kid again.
Sanada jumped at the pinch to his rear. "Eep!" He said, and then clamped his mouth shut. Sanada did not 'Eep.' It must've been a mistake.
"Seiichi..." His growl started soft and ended loud, and he launched himself at Yukimura with full force -- only to find himself comically slowed by the water, flailing and floundering.
Sanada gritted his teeth and swiped the water with his hand instead -- another splash into Yukimura's face.
Yukimura grinned and laughed, even when the water splashed onto him.
"Is that the best you can do?" he taunted, cupping his hands and pushing them into the water, making a big, loud, thumping splash probably three times the size of Sanada's.
He pushed off the floor of the pool and let himself float backwards a bit, keeping the distance between them, still with that grin on his face.
This was going to end badly. Sanada could tell.
He ducked under the water to avoid the splashing. And then, feeling more and more wicked, swam to Yukimura's crotch and pressed his lips around the form of a cock outlined by the trunks. Mmmmmm...
Sanada wanted to feel it harden in his mouth.
Yukimura stared down, eyes wide. Oh...my...
His face flushed as he felt himself start to harden, despite the cold temperature of the water.
Yukimura pushed himself back again, into the deeper water where he had to tread to keep his head above the surface. The deeper water was colder, and it calmed his body back down.
"Now Gen. Didn't your mother ever teach you not to do those kinds of things in a pool?" he asked, smiling.
Oh yes. This was definitely going to be a fun night.
Sanada moaned into the water as he felt Yukimura's cock hardening -- bubbles floating up from his mouth. And then Yukimura pulled backward, and Sanada's head popped up from the water's surface.
Sanada backed up from the dangerous, dangerous man..."I can't see my mother saying anything about blowjobs, let alone in swimming pools," he said with a chuckle, and then realized...
He was about hip-deep in water, and his speedos weren't covering him up any longer. He dove down into the water, hopefully before Seiichi could see anything.
Yukimura raised an eyebrow. The way Sanada had ducked into the water... Hmm. So he hadn't been the only one affected.
Too bad he hadn't caught a glimpse of it.
Yukimura swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out, shivering at the cool air against his wet skin. He grabbed his robe and wrapped it around himself, then wrung out his hair.
"I don't know about you, but I think it's time for dinner," he said, pulling his robe nice and tight around him to keep him warm.
Sanada couldn't get much redder if he tried. "Be out in a moment," he grunted. "You go on ahead.
He had to think about something completely unarousing.
Hm. ...Paperwork, but not with Seiichi spread out over the top of it, black curls trailing over the desk...no, that really wasn't helping at all.
Damn.
Yukimura chuckled. "Alright. I'll be waiting," he sing-songed, heading into the locker room.
He went to the locker his duffle was in and stripped out of his wet swimsuit, leaving the robe on to double as a towel and dry him off.
He pulled his clothes out of the bag and put them on, boxers first, then the jeans that were just a little tight on his rear. Then he dried his hair with one of the hair dryers (which was really one of those hot air hand dryers, just high enough on the wall to be above his head). It was too cold to go anywhere with wet hair.
Yukimura went back to his bag and pulled on his shirt, a simple, soft, black sweater, and then sat down on a bench to put on his socks and shoes.
He wondered with a small smirk if Sanada was ready to get out of the water yet.
It took Sanada four fast, hard laps across the pool and back before his cock fit back in his speedos. By the time he was done, he was panting. Made his way into the lockerroom only to find Yukimura sitting on a bench waiting.
"I apologize for being slow."
Sanada turned and stripped, feeling oddly shy. Toweled off, and put on his own street clothes -- a neatly-fitting pair of khakis and a button down shirt. He ran his fingers through his wet hair and decided to towel it off thoroughly. He hoped he wouldn't get a cold from this.
"Where are we going for dinner?"
Yukimura tied his shoe, politely not watching while Sanada changed.
"Ever been to Benihana?" he asked. "I used to go there with some coworkers from before I joined the Agency, but I haven't been there in years. The food was always excellent."
And it was fun to watch the chef put on his "performance" as he cooked, right there at the table in front of you.
Sanada frowned, and then smiled. "That's the American chain -- where they roast beef in front of you, correct?"
Interesting. Sanada was all dressed. He turned and walked closer to Yukimura. "I think I won the spar," he said with a grin. "What does that get me?"
"Mmhm. But it's supposedly far better here than it is there. One of my coworkers went there while he was on a business trip to America and said the quality was sadly lacking over there."
Yukimura grinned up at Sanada. "Hmmmm...you get me admitting defeat?" he chuckled, shutting his locker and stepping past Sanada towards the door.
"Now come on. They usually get busy around this time of night, and I'm not in the mood to wait any longer than I have to."
Sanada chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. He'd been hoping to extract a kiss for that -- but then again, it was still at work, and he was always subtly nudging the boundaries of acceptable.
He followed after Yukimura, wondering what the place would be like.
"Can we walk there?"
Yukimura chuckled. "It's not far. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes walking distance."
He waited until they were out of the building before turning and sliding his arms around Sanada, leaning up and kissing him softly.
Sanada wrapped his arms around Yukimura and kissed him back, feeling his heart flutter at the gentleness. He didn't push it, let Yukimura control the pace -- but he enjoyed it thoroughly.
"So. What have you been up to, Seiichi?"
Mmm. Sanada kisses. Note to self: Get more of those.
Yukimura smiled as he took Sanada's hand in his, walking with him towards the restaurant. "Not much, really. I had that coffee with Tezuka the other night, and we talked about you a little."
Poor Tezuka, caught up in a tricky situation like that. Yukimura still wondered if he'd actually been able to help Tezuka at all. He certainly hoped so.
Sanada blushed. Great -- Yukimura talking to the person that Sanada had crushed on for a little while. With any luck they didn't talk about anything too personal...like how deeply and for how long Sanada had felt something for Yukimura...
But if they had, oh well. Tezuka, Sanada hoped, had found someone that could extract him from his ivory tower.
"How is Tezuka doing?" Last Sanada had seen of him, he'd been ice skating.
Yukimura shrugged. He wasn't sure, really. Tezuka's situation was quite complicated, and it was hard for Yukimura to imagine himself in Tezuka's shoes.
That, and he and Tezuka were very different people. How they handled things would undoubtedly be different.
"He's somehow gotten himself into quite a predicament. I tried to help him, but...I'm not sure anything I had to say was really useful to him. I do hope that...everything works out for the best for him."
Sanada nodded. He didn't know what was going on, and wouldn't ask; gossip wasn't his interest.
They were nearing the restaurant anyway -- the line outside was building up, even early. Through the window, Sanada noted that it looked...energetic in there, with lots of open flame...
"What's going on?" It looked like knife throwing.
Yukimura grinned. "The chefs cook right in front of you. Each table is attached to a flat grill, and the chefs wheel around these carts with ingredients and cook what you order while you're watching. They make shows out of it, too, doing things like tossing the shrimp tails into the air and catching them in their hats."
Yukimura was surprised at how quickly the line moved - they'd gotten there just before the real rush hit.
They were sat at a table by the hostess and told their waiter would be right over.
Sanada stared around, completely amused.
"We go to the most interesting places together," Sanada said, pondering the scene. The waiter came over, and Sanada let Yukimura lead the ordering, not being used to such a place.
"...And lots of beef?" Sanada said hopefully, right at the end. "I'd love it grilled medium-well..."
He had a soft spot in his tummy for nicely-cooked beef.
Yukimura ordered, making sure that he ordered beef for Sanada, and the waiter headed off to print the check. "You can tell the chef how you want it cooked," he explained.
The waiter stopped back and set the check under one of the little sauce dishes on chef's side of the grill and told them the chef would be with them in just a moment.
And he was. The chef arrived, wheeling a cart full of ingredients, bowed to them, and started the preliminary routine. He flipped his spatula and meat-fork around, tossing them into the air and catching them, doing all kinds of neat tricks.
Sanada watched with big eyes, laughing at the spectacle. He felt like a kid again, seeing something unexpected and out-of-the-ordinary. This was fun.
Yukimura was upping the ante, that was clear...
Sanada had a sudden vision of himself in a hot air balloon, on his knees, offering Yukimura the entire world -- or just himself, really.
Maybe ... someday they'd make love in a balloon. Sex on the clouds...
Maybe someday they'd make love.
Sanada leaned back and shot Yukimura a mischievous smile. Yep, he was totally thinking about sex.
Yukimura loved watching the chefs at work, mostly because he'd never have that kind of cooking talent himself.
The chef made them little appetizers, shrimp and zucchini and other little things, and let them eat that while he started on the main course. Yukimura, of course, made sure to tell him how Sanada liked his beef.
Yukimura caught the look Sanada was giving him and grinned. Sanada could be such a pervert, sometimes. He nudged his knee against Sanada's, giving him a playfully scolding look.
Mmmm. That food looked good. Especially after all of the exercise they'd had in the pool...
Sanada fell into another slightly perverted reverie, spearing a bit of zucchini and rolling it around on his tongue. He had to stop that.
But the food totally distracted him with a different hunger. The meat, after it was taken off the grill, was sizzling and melting and soft and perfect.
Sanada couldn't help the small happy noise...
Yukimura smiled as he watched Sanada eat, glad to see the other man enjoying himself.
The chef cleaned up and left them to eat in peace, heading off to his next table.
"Told you it was good," Yukimura chuckled, taking a bite of his own food.
Sanada's mouth was too full to talk, so he simply smiled around a chopstick full of food, hair falling into his eyes. He really wished he had his cap right now...both to hide under while he wolfed down his food, and to keep his hair out of his face.
Hm...Sanada checked his pocket and found a small hairclip. He clipped back his bangs, and stuffed shrimp into his mouth.
"Mff mfffff."
Yukimura laughed and let Sanada eat in peace, focusing on his own food.
The meal finished, Yukimura leaned back in his chair, humming contentedly. The waiter stopped back with the bill, and Yukimura pulled his credit card out of his wallet. He handed it to the server, who disappeared to run the card through.
"See? I told you it was good," he grinned, nudging Sanada's knee again.
Sanada shot Yukimura a sheepish look.
"I was hungry. Forgot to eat lunch. And this was well done -- especially the knife throwing."
He really liked that part. Thought for a moment about building knife-throwing into his repertoire of battle tactics.
Hmmmm...dessert.
"I'd thought about dragging you back to my house for dessert, but I'm too much of a gentleman for that," Sanada said, eyes flashing with a bit of dry humor. "Instead, I thought we could go see a movie."
An old classic was playing at the local arthouse theater -- The Hidden Fortress. "The arthouse theater has great desserts. We can eat while we watch."
The waiter brought Yukimura's card back and waited for Yukimura to sign the receipt before disappearing again.
Yukimura chuckled. "Won't your cook be disappointed that he didn't get to see me?" he teased, standing so they could free up the table for someone else.
He led Sanada back out of the restaurant and onto the street, then took Sanada's hand in his again.
"Lead the way, Gen."
"Thank you for dinner, Seiichi." Sanada squeezed the other man's hand in his. "Heh. This is the first time I've ever felt like a girl," he said wryly.
It was rare to be treated. It happened next to never, but it felt...pretty good, like he was being spoiled.
"This way."
Sanada led them down the street to the train station, where they hopped over a few stops to a different part of town. Once there, they made their way to an old wooden building that looked like it was out of another era. A crowd of university types lingered out in front -- movie buffs, all talking about the film.
"Did you know that this is the movie that 'Star Wars' was based upon?"
Sanada got their tickets and pulled them to the cafe, which had a range of delicious looking baked goods and all sorts of coffee and tea.
"Do you have a sweet tooth, Seiichi?"
"Mmm...You know I have a sweet tooth, Gen. A whole mouthful of them," Yukimura answered with a smile, eyeing the desserts.
He felt like a kid at a candy shop, and the analogy wasn't that far off.
"It all looks so good..."
Sanada wrapped an arm around Yukimura's shoulders and nuzzled against his ear, very lightly. "Is your tongue as sweet as your teeth?" A whisper into Yukimura's ear...
And then Sanada pointed and said with a more normal voice, "That black forest cake is to die for."
The ear-nuzzling made him shiver, and Yukimura gave Sanada one of his you'll-find-out smiles and patted Sanada's rear in response to the whispered question.
Then he looked at the cake Sanada was pointing to. "Oooooh, that does look good. I think I'll try that," he said with a small nod.
Sanada blinked at the pat to the rear. Interesting -- he felt momentarily like the uke again.
He ordered Yukimura the cake, and a brownie for himself, and led them into the theater.
Smirking just a little, he picked a nice, dark, quiet back-row position...and as soon as they were seated, threw an arm around Yukimura and pulled him close.
"Mmm...I've been wanting to hold you all day."
Yukimura smiled and snuggled against Sanada as much as he could with the arm of their seats in the way. He glared down at the offending thing, and noticed that it was one of those that could be lifted, to make their two seats into one. With a grin, Yukimura moved it out of the way, and nestled himself snugly against Sanada's side. Mmm. Much better.
Next he went for the cake, taking a bite and tasting it as it just melted on his tongue. "Mmmmmmmmm...." So good it made him purr.
The lights went low and the movie started. Sanada watched as the old footage began to reel...grinning at the familiar story.
And then the little purr...Sanada sighed and realized he'd have to watch this one with a raging hard on. He settled Yukimura carefully so that it wouldn't show, and watched as Yukimura thoroughly enjoyed that chocolate cake.
Damn.
Yukimura tried to pay attention to the movie, but between the best chocolate cake ever and Sanada's warmth beside him, his thoughts were elsewhere.
The cake, for one, was better than any sex he'd ever had. Which was pretty bad, considering the amount of sex he'd had.
But there was sex he hadn't had...
Yukimura's mind started trying to imagine how good that could be. He remembered Sanada's winning move in the pool (his body reacting the same at just the thought of it), and he remembered how good it had been to wake up and find Sanada there with him.
Mmh. Yes, that would definitely be better than this cake.
Sanada felt Yukimura's breath quicken a little and raised his eyebrows. "Is the cake that good?" His arms curled around Yukimura by reflex, pulling him closer, hands stroking Yukimura's arms.
Sanada sighed and realized he'd have to get used to hour-long erections if they were going to go on more of these dates.
Yukimura turned to give Sanada a slightly more intense look than usual. "Mm...The cake...and other things..." he purred, leaning his head back against Sanada's shoulder.
He decided he rather liked being in Sanada's lap... He could feel what it did to Sanada quite easily.
He took another bite of the cake, humming at how good it tasted... Couldn't help the tiny wiggle when his mind supplied him with the image of eating this cake off of Sanada's bare skin...
Damn it. He wasn't used to going this long without sex.
Sanada's face flushed, his hands going to grip the arm of his seat. He tried to keep his expression perfectly composed, but lost it at the wiggle.
His eyes shut and his hands slid down Yukimura's hips, anchoring them still. "Seiichi. Don't do that."
It was like teasing the lions.
Yukimura made a small sound at the hands on his hips, Sanada's voice low against his ear... "I can't help it..."
...and he could feel Sanada's erection against his rear, which wasn't making it any easier for him to sit still.
"...I'm not used to going so long without sex..." he whispered, letting his back press flush against Sanada's chest.
Sanada's eyes went wide. "...You haven't had...sex?" This eased his heart and mind in a way that he couldn't express -- he'd wondered whether Yukimura would stop treating himself so harshly, and was relieved to know that his friend hadn't had any more of the nameless, faceless sex that he'd confessed to Sanada about...
Sanada's fingers started stroking Yukimura's hips in a slow caress. "But why, Seiichi?"
Yukimura shook his head. "Not for...about a month, now," he admitted, biting his lip and trying to keep his hips still.
He took another bite of the cake, trying to distract himself from Sanada, but his mind wouldn't let him be distracted. Sanada's hands on his hips, chest against his back, cock against his rear... Yukimura managed to stifle a whimper, but he couldn't stop another little wiggle.
"Because of you."
Sanada drew in a breath, let it out again, his eyes shutting and his arms wrapping around Yukimura. He tugged Yukimura into his chest -- squeezing him tightly, nose burying itself deep into Yukimura's dark, soft curly locks.
"I love you," Sanada whispered into the back of Yukimura's head. His mouth twitched upward.
For a moment nothing else existed, except himself...and Seiichi, who'd given up sex for Sanada's sake.
Sanada still wasn't sure why. But he knew he was glad...relieved...incredibly grateful.
Yukimura smiled at the words. Those words held so much power over him...made him want Sanada even more, and reminded him of why he was trying to be a better person.
He twisted himself around in Sanada's arms and kissed him, a firm and sure press of lips, at first. And then Yukimura wanted more than just that, his tongue darting out to lick at Sanada's lips..
Sanada sucked his breath in. This was something he wanted more than anything in the world...he wrapped his arms around Yukimura and opened his mouth, sliding his tongue out to meet the other man's tongue, sliding it into Seiichi's mouth...
Oh God Sanada loved this man...the music from the movie swelled in the background, old Japanese instruments playing a melancholy song of love and loss...Sanada feeling his heart slip completely out of his control at the feeling of a warm, willing Yukimura on his lap.
It almost wasn't fair. Sanada pulled back. "Go...easy on me. I feel so much for you," he whispered. "I'm not sure I could stop if you...got me started."
Mmmm... The chocolate of the cake combined with the taste of Sanada's mouth only served to make his fantasy more vivid...
...and this position was going to get uncomfortable if he stayed like this too long. So, with a grin, Yukimura set the rest of his cake aside and turned himself around, straddling Sanada's lap.
"Gen..." He rest his forehead against Sanada's. "I'm not sure I'd want you to stop if I got you started," he admitted, feeling his cheeks flush a little and hoping the theater was dark enough that Sanada wouldn't see it.
Their first time was not going to be in a movie theater. No matter how good the film.
So much for The Hidden Fortress.
Yukimura was off Sanada's lap in seconds, Sanada's hand around Yukimura's wrist as he tugged the other man outside, out of the theater.
Had his phone on his ear as soon as they stepped outside. "Pick us up at the art theater. Pronto!"
There was nothing but the sound of laughter from the other end of the line. "He's finally willing, eh?"
Sanada had the insane urge to assign his cook laps. "Shut up," he said instead, "and just...come get us."
Sanada found a nice dark wall where they could wait, and pushed Yukimura up against it, leaning in. Attacked with another fierce kiss, long and slow, his hands moving everywhere.
Oooh...god...
Yukimura's heart was pounding in his chest as he kissed back, his arms wrapped around Sanada's neck. He let Sanada's hands go wherever they pleased, his body pressing firmly against Sanada's.
When Yukimura pulled back to breathe, he glanced towards the street, checking for the car. It pulled up right then, and Yukimura laughed.
"Your car's here," he panted, nodding in its direction.
Sanada restrained his urge to throw Yukimura over his shoulder like some sort of caveman, dragging a mate back to his cave. He took a deep breath and nodded, pulling them both into the car.
His cook looked around with barely restrained laughter in his eyes. He gave Sanada the thumb's up.
"When you get tired of him, I'm single," he said to Yukimura with a wink -- and then ducked as Sanada's keys went flying at his head.
"Home...NOW."
"Fine, fine," Watanabe mumbled, turning back around. "Just don't screw back there. I don't wanna be wiping that off the seats."
"NOW."
Yukimura laughed at the cook and his teasing, and Sanada's temper.
He cupped Sanada's face between his hands and kissed him again. "Be nice, Genichirou. I don't plan on going anywhere," he smiled. "It's not like I'm going to change my mind."
Yukimura understood, though. This was what Sanada had wanted for years, and been denied every bit as long. And now Yukimura was willing to give it to him... Sanada was just trying to make sure he didn't miss this chance.
Sanada pulled back and thought about that. Stared at Yukimura...his lust subsiding for the moment and reason returning.
Sanada's hand went up to touch Seiichi's face, stroking down the cheek and letting a finger linger on Yukimura's kiss-wet lower lip.
"A second ago I was willing to trade the rest of my life with you for a night of holding you in my arms. Are you saying...that you won't leave me tomorrow?"
The thought took almost all of his ardor away -- the thought of Yukimura leaving him.
Yukimura nodded. "Or the day after, or the day after that. Gen... It took that kid from tech pointing it out to me for me to realize it, but there's one major difference between you, and all those other men. It's the reason that I was finished with them after one time, and it's the reason I won't be with you."
"I wasn't sure the kid was right...until I woke up next to you the day after your cousin's wedding. But since then...there's not been a doubt in my mind about this."
Yukimura pressed a kiss to Sanada's palm, his eyes never leaving the other man's. It all felt...right.
Watanabe was grateful for the dark glass. After a moment, he slid it up, hiding the back seat of the car from the driving compartment... and chuckled, feeling very, very lighthearted. Maybe he'd celebrate himself, tonight. Take himself out to a bar, meet some nice young man, and let Sanada and Yukimura make as much noise as they wanted to in the apartment.
It sounded like this old, old love was finally going to make it. Watanabe wondered if those two knew how lucky they were...it was rare in a lifetime to find someone that you loved and wanted that much. Some people never felt that kind of passion, or that kind of total commitment.
He knew Sanada had it. Twice -- once for Sugihara, who was dead. And once for this man. Watanabe hoped it would work out.
He pulled the car up to the house and spoke into the microphone. "We're here, Casanova. I left you snacks in the fridge. I'll be at a hotel tonight -- back tomorrow to make you breakfast at 10. BOTH of you breakfast at 10." Watanabe grinned, eyes misting over. It felt so much like he was watching an old romantic movie...
Sanada lifted his mouth from Yukimura neck long enough to laugh at his cook's words.
"Come upstairs, then, Seiichi."
His tone was low and aching with need, want, desire. Sanada got out of the car and held the door open for Yukimura.
Yukimura climbed out of the car and followed Sanada upstairs, into his apartment.
He chuckled a little. "I feel like a misbehaving kid, sneaking over to my boyfriend's place while his parents are out of town," he grinned, latching himself onto Sanada and kissing him again and again and again.
Sanada-kisses...addicting things.
Sanada took a deep breath and gave in to his deepest, most primitive desires. Hefted Yukimura up in his arms and tossed him over a shoulder, one hand on his rear.
And walked Yukimura back to Sanada's bedroom.
It felt like Sanada's first time for ... everything. Life, love, sex. All made new.
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