Author's Notes: Since I wrote that Tatsumi/Hisoka thing, I decided I needed to balance it out with a Tsuzuki/Hisoka drabble!
Warnings: For sweet, cute moments? Nudity...? :o ummm... Implied lemon.
"I never expected this." He murmured lightly, a smile tingeing his lips.
Hisoka glanced at him, but continued reading.
"I thought I'd have to live with only being like a friend or brother to you." He frowned and rolled onto his side. "Hisoka, how would you feel if I initiated it? You always seem scared to touch first."
Pink faintly covered his features as he looked down at the book. He wondered if sex was all his partner could think about. "I'm not scared," He stated dryly as his eyes rolled, "Forgive me for being too modest."
"Oh." Tsuzuki sat up, leaning an elbow on a pillow, sheets leaving most of his skin exposed.
Predictably Hisoka's eyes were drawn to the line and curve of muscle on bone, hardly any fat to be seen despite the man's notorious sweet tooth. He looked down at his book with a blasé tone. "You should get dressed."
A long blink and a confused expression met the statement, before understanding overtook it and Tsuzuki nodded as if it was his idea, moving only slightly to expose the lean tone of his stomach and the trail of hair starting at the base of his belly button. "You're always reading when I wake up, after a night of—"
"Stop saying corny things. It's irritating."
"I guess you really are shy. I give the smallest allusion to it and you get tense. It's cute." An obnoxious smile overtook Tsuzuki's features then. "These past nights of passionate, hot love cannot melt the years of frosty friendship we've shared and—gkh!"
The book had left Hisoka's hand before he had a chance to think about it. "Shut the hell up about it, idiot!" He hated that he was blushing.
"Kidding!" The book that had almost hit him square on was laying on his outstretched hand that had blocked his face from the incoming projectile. "That would have hurt." He pouted lightly.
Hisoka snorted crossing his arms. "Stop that. You're not a kid."
"You aren't either. You shouldn't be ashamed of your body. It's beautiful."
Arms came around Hisoka and he was brought into Tsuzuki's chest as the man's lips touched his throat gently. Hisoka flushed, body reacting to touch more than words. A hand slipped in between the buttons of his shirt, after unbuttoning one, and fingers brushed across his chest. "Mm." He leaned his head back, looking down to meet Tsuzuki's smiling eyes.
"You look like you're getting used to me. Maybe I'm too predictable?" The shirt came off easily, as Tsuzuki lowered himself to kiss along his collarbone, while Hisoka's arms curled around his shoulders.
"How could anyone get used to you?" His muscles went rubbery as he grew more aroused from Tsuzuki's attentions as the man knelt and placed his hands on Hisoka's waist, while Hisoka's hands remained on his shoulders.
"Love you…" was the reply he got before Tsuzuki's lips wrapped around him taking his sweet time and held him firmly down as Hisoka's hips instinctively jerked up to meet his attentive sucking mouth.
End.