"Hey, stop laughing! You're the one who wanted me to do this!" Hiroki hissed as Nowaki chuckled at him. He stood in front of the dressing room door, hunching over slightly as he stared at himself in the mirror.
Nowaki had insisted that they go browse through a clothing store after Hiroki had gotten cold again, and had 'accidentally' led him to the maternity section. Needless to say, Hiroki had been more than a little frustrated and had gone out of his way to look at anything except the enlarged outfits that Nowaki cooed over.
"No, Hiro-san. I said I wanted to look at maternity clothes. You're the one who wanted to try on the tank top," Nowaki snickered, crossing his arms and leaning up against the wall as Hiroki blushed and scowled at his reflection. He had tried on a pale blue, tank top, thinking it had looked nice. He had stupidly ignored Nowaki's warning, however, and had ended up realizing it was a woman's tank top after he had already put it on.
"Ugh," Hiroki said, pulling on the hem as it rode up his body, resting on his waist and revealing his belly button. "This is so embarrassing!"
"Then take it off," Nowaki said, smirking as he raised an ebony eyebrow. Hiroki pinched his lips together and crossed his arms defensively across his chest.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Hiroki snapped, spinning on his heel to march back into his dressing room. "Pervert."
Hiroki gasped when he opened the dressing room door and was shoved inside from behind.
"I didn't mean that in a sexual way. I think you're the pervert here," Nowaki said as Hiroki whirled around just in time to see him closing and locking the door behind him. Hiroki flushed crimson, glowering at his big idiot of a lover with all of the anger he could muster.
"Get out!" he demanded. Nowaki took a step forward, backing Hiroki against the large wall mirror in the back of the dressing room.
"What's wrong, Hiro-san? I'm not touching you, am I?" Nowaki whispered. Hiroki shivered, reaching behind him to press his palms against the glass of the mirror. "Better hurry, or we won't be able to make it to the restaurant in time."
Hiroki clenched his jaw and begrudgingly reached down to grasp the hem of his shirt. He slowly pulled it up, trembling under the hungry cobalt stare.
"Jeez," Hiroki muttered as he tugged the tank top up and over his head, ruffling his hair in the process. The second he cast the tank top aside, Nowaki took another step forward and pressed him into the mirror.
"You know, since we already had sex in a library, let's do it here, too. We could start a whole list of naughty places," Nowaki said lowly into Hiroki's ear before flicking his tongue against the reddened shell. Hiroki shoved him off, glaring at him.
"No, Nowaki. This whole thing was cute and all, but it's time to calm down. We're not doing it here," Hiroki said firmly. Nowaki's eyes flashed with lustful excitement.
"Then can I at least kiss you?" Nowaki asked after a short pause. Hiroki sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Fine. Just not wi-" Hiroki began. He was abruptly cut off as Nowaki knotted his fingers in Hiroki's hair and tipped his head back to roughly kiss him. Hiroki shuddered as Nowaki's sly tongue slipped in, forcing his smaller lover's tongue to dance. Soon Hiroki was panting and making inadvertent moaning sounds from the back of his throat, one leg lifting slightly to wrap around Nowaki's calf. Nowaki pulled away for a second, his reddened lips hovering over Hiroki's.
"See, Hiro-san? You can't resist. Look, your body is already reacting to me," Nowaki breathed, grabbing Hiroki's leg and hoisting it up into a strong arm.
"Sh-Shut up, as if I could help it, you big id-" Hiroki's words were once again smothered by Nowaki's mouth, and without thinking he coiled his arms around his lover's neck.
"Mmm… Hiro-san," Nowaki whispered into Hiroki's mouth, tilting his head for deeper access.
"Ahhhn… 'owaki…" Hiroki responded, his head knocking up against the mirror as Nowaki ground into him. He turned his head away for a moment, panting. "N-Nowaki… I w-want more!"
Nowaki smiled as he nipped, bit, and sucked at Hiroki's neck.
"Mm, Hiro-san. I thought you didn't want to," Nowaki murmured. He reached between their writhing bodies and began hastily unbuttoning Hiroki's pants. "But I'll gladly satisfy you if you insist."
Hiroki shuddered in sexual anticipation, sagging in Nowaki's arms.
And then, there was a beeping sound. Hiroki and Nowaki froze for a split second before Nowaki pulled away. Nowaki frowned as he reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone. He opened it and sighed.
"Oh… Hiro-san, I'm sorry," Nowaki mumbled guiltily. He turned his phone towards Hiroki. On the screen was a window that had popped up that read:
ALARM
Dinner Reservation with Cutie at 9:30PM
"We only have twenty minutes," Nowaki said, pouting a little. Hiroki continued to stare at the phone.
"…Cutie?"
Nowaki shrugged with a sheepish smile.
"Whatever. Well, let's go!" Hiroki said cheerfully, stooping down to grab his dress shirt, tuxedo jacket, and tie. Nowaki tilted his head in confusion.
"But… wait, aren't yo-"
"I'm hungry!" Hiroki barked. Nowaki paused before bursting into a wide grin and chuckling at Hiroki.
"I swear, nowadays the only thing on your mind is food," Nowaki commented happily. Hiroki blinked and he broke into a nervous smile.
"Y-Yeah… food…" Hiroki muttered, clumsily tying his tie. He looked down at his body, frowning as he sucked it in a little. "I guess I should be careful then, wouldn't want to get fat or anything."
Nowaki's eyebrows furrowed for a moment, but when he opened his mouth to speak, his phone beeped again. He glanced down at it.
"Oh, shoot! Hiro-san, we gotta go!" Nowaki exclaimed, grabbing Hiroki's wrist and hardly giving him time to grab his coat off of the hanger in the dressing room. Together, they speed-walked out of the store and onto the sidewalk. Nowaki pulled Hiroki behind him, and Hiroki had to jog slightly to keep up.
Finally, when he nearly stumbled and fell, Hiroki had enough.
"Nowaki, stop!" Hiroki yelled. Nowaki immediately halted and Hiroki wrenched his wrist out of his grasp. With a sigh of exasperation, he slipped on his coat. "Are we almost there?"
Nowaki paused, glancing up for a moment before his face cracked into a huge grin.
"Actually, we're here, Hiro-san," Nowaki said. He took Hiroki by the shoulders and spun him around. Hiroki's eyes widened as his head tipped back to take in the entirety of the huge building standing before him.
"Whoa…" Hiroki trailed off, his mouth hanging open. "I can hardly tip my head back far enough!"
Nowaki chortled, patting Hiroki's shoulders.
"The restaurant we're going to is on the top floor," Nowaki announced, putting a hand on the small of Hiroki's back and leading him to the doors of the building. Hiroki's mouth was still slightly ajar even as Nowaki took him inside. In the lobby of the building, there were several large crystal chandeliers, and in the center of the floor was a fenced-in pond with small fish lazily swimming around it. The marble tiles under their shoes echoed their footsteps up the pillared walls, the sound bouncing off the intricately designed ceiling.
"This is amazing," Hiroki breathed, almost stumbling on a decorative rug in front of the front desk. Nowaki corrected him with a firm hand around his waist.
"Hello, how may I help you?" the receptionist asked, looking up from her computer to look up at Hiroki and Nowaki with cheerful eyes.
"Yes, I'm here for my dinner reservation at nine-thirty at Niwakuna restaurant," Nowaki said, his kind voice smooth and confident as he spoke to the receptionist. Hiroki, on the other hand, wrung his hands.
"Name?" the receptionist asked, batting her eyelashes at Nowaki and tossing her hair. Hiroki narrowed his eyes, tensing in anger.
Not a chance!
"Kusama," Nowaki answered, smiling. Hiroki clenched his fists.
Don't smile at her, you idiot!
"Alright, here's the elevator key. Just return it to the drop box when you're finished," the receptionist said, handing Nowaki a keycard. "Niwakuna is on the top floor. In case you get lost, feel free to come right back here and I can help you out."
The receptionist winked suggestively as Nowaki took the keycard. Hiroki's lips pinched together as he saw Nowaki reach up to take the card. When he grabbed it, there was a slight pause before the receptionist let go of the keycard.
"Thank you," Nowaki said. He began to walk away, herding a scowling Hiroki in front of him.
"Wait!" the receptionist called. Nowaki and Hiroki looked over their shoulders. "What's your name, sir? Maybe we could get together and have a coffee someti-"
"I'm sorry, Miss," Nowaki interrupted, a not-so-sincere apologetic smile on his face. "You're not my type. I already have a very beautiful lover whom I love very much. Sorry again. Thanks for the keycard."
Both the receptionist and Hiroki stared at Nowaki in surprise. Before anyone could speak, Nowaki went to the closest elevator and swiped the keycard. The door opened, and he led Hiroki inside. The second the door closed again, the smile on Nowaki's face disappeared and he rolled his eyes.
"That woman," Nowaki began in disgust, shaking his head. "She tried to grab my hand when she gave me the keycard. I honestly can't stand vain people like her!"
Hiroki blinked, taken aback.
"I mean, I know that she didn't know that I was already taken, but really? Assuming that I want to hook up with her just because she thinks she has good looks is absolutely disgusting!"
"Nowa-" Hiroki began.
"And the look on your face! Was she too stupid to realize that she was making you angry?"
Hiroki's eyes widened and he flushed scarlet in humiliation.
"You saw that?" he whispered. Nowaki's furrowed brows immediately relaxed as he took a deep breath and leaned over to press the top floor button on the elevator wall.
"Of course I did, Hiro-san. I've known you for almost eight years. I'd be a bad lover if I didn't know what makes you upset," Nowaki said gently. "Sorry for going off on a tangent, but that ignorant woman really pissed me off."
Hiroki didn't respond, and instead he looked down at his feet as he blushed furiously at Nowaki's words. With a slow, twitching hand, he reached out with his pinky finger and shyly hooked it on Nowaki's index finger.
"I'm happy," Hiroki said quietly. "I'm glad that you told her off like that."
Nowaki's finger wriggled out of Hiroki's grasp, only to encase his little lover's hand with his larger, warmer one.
"If it means helping you feel secure about our relationship and my devotion to you, then I'd tell off the world."