Warning: Mild Yaoi
"Bakura! I have a surprise for you!" Honda grabbed Bakura's arm and started dragging him toward the Honda home.
The boy startled slightly, following, blinking. "I do hope it's not another kitten," he smiled.
"What? It was a great surprise last time!" Honda said cheerfully, winking back at Bakura. "Bastet taught you how to purr."
The boy blushed slightly, smiling. "Bastet would get jealous if you got another."
"Well, you can rest easy. It's not another kitten."
"Another cat suit?" Bakura asked, somehow managing to be impish and innocent at the same time.
"Now what do you need more than one for? If I was going to get you more leather it would have to be something more interesting. Maybe something with buckles."
Bakura blushed deeply. "...buckles..?" he repeated. "You want me to look like mou hitori no Yuugi-kun?" he teased
Honda stopped short, making Bakura nearly bump into him, and spun around. "You could never look like Mou hitori no Yuugi. You are MUCH prettier than he is."
Bakura blushed again, smiling softly, utterly embarrassed at the praise.
"Now come on! It's a perishable gift!"
Bakura blinked, looking slightly concerned. "Should I be worried...?"
"Don't you trust me?" Honda called back with a smile as he dragged Bakura through the front door.
"When you're grinning like that?" Bakura countered with a laugh.
Practically taking Bakura's shoes off himself, Honda pushed the other boy into slippers, then dragged him through the house to the dining room. It was dimly lit from the kitchen, but the table was covered by a fine cloth and two settings of good china were laid out. There were candles in the middle of the table, and after Honda hit a few buttons on the stereo he'd brought in there was music too.
"I made all the food myself too," Honda beamed.
Bakura stared in wonder a moment. "Honda-kun...." he smiled blissfully, eye warm.
Honda squirmed in embarrassed pleasure. "Sit down while I get the food," he said, pulling out a chair for Bakura. "It's not fancy, but I made it all myself."
The pale haired boy sat, still smiling happily. "I'm sure it'll be wonderful."
"Wait until you've tasted it to make that judgement," Honda said, tapping Bakura's nose before going to get the food. He brought back a chicken and rice dish with peas on the side and rolls, then went back for a juice bottle, pouring some for each of them in the crystal goblets.
Bakura watched as Honda served the meal. "Ittadakemaasu!" he smiled happily before beginning the meal. "Ah! Oishii!" he smiled happily.
Honda beamed, watching Bakura eat as he ate his own. "And I made a cake for dessert too," he said proudly. "Mom helped with that one a little," he admitted.
"A cake too?! Honda-kun!" Bakura exclaimed happily.
"Picked it out because it reminded me of you," Honda said with a laugh, poking Bakura's nose lightly.
The boy blinked. "Reminded how...?" he asked, curious.
"You'll see when you get it," Honda grinned.
"Here it is!" Honda announced, putting a richly chocolate Devil's Food Cake on the table.
"Aa! Oishiisou!" Bakura smiled. "Demo... how does it remind you of me?" he asked, slightly confused.
"My little devil," Honda said affectionately, kissing the top of Bakura's head as he gave the pale boy a piece of cake. "Wonderfully delicious and half the fun is in preparing to eat it."
The boy blushed bright red, looking down with a smile.
"So, is it as good as you are?" Honda asked, eyes sparkling.
"It's good... but you'd have to compare..." Bakura's eyes sparkled mischievously.
Honda took a bite of cake and made a big production of chewing and swallowing it. "Not bad," he conceded. "But you're better. Maybe I'll have some extra dessert later."
Bakura blushed again, smiling.
When they opened the door to Honda's room they were met by the sight of Bastet sitting right in front of it, patiently waiting for them. She meowed loudly and jumped into Bakura's arms, demanding attention.
The boy gave a soft laugh, cuddling the kitten and scratching behind her ears. "Poor Bastet, you don't ever get enough attention from me, do you?" he smiled.
"I know how she feels," Honda said, hugging Bakura from behind with one arm and petting Bastet with the other hand. "Let's play with her a bit."
Bakura smiled. "Mou, Honda-kun. I could spend every hour of the day with you and you'd still want more," he teased lightly as Bastet purred.
"You should be pleased you have that good of an impression." Honda brought out some of the kitten toys and Bastet meowed imperiously at Bakura as she jumped down to catch a mouse toy.
The pale haired boy gave a small smile, obliging, pulling the toy mouse along and laughing happily as the grey kitten pounced on it.
Honda joined him and the kitten soaked up the attention, purring happily the entire time.
Bakura sighed happily, leaning against Honda as he watched Bastet fondly, expression content.
With a grin, Honda shifted so that the piece of yarn he and Bastet had been playing with dangled in front of Bakura's nose.
The boy gave a small giggle and obligingly batted at it.
Bastet paused and looked at them a moment, then walked out of the room.
Honda laughed. "I guess we're on our own," he said softly. "Is it time for my extra dessert?"
Bakura smiled. "Maybe..." he said softly, wrapping the yarn around his finger playfully.
Honda laughed. "But I have the chocolate syrup and everything," he whispered into Bakura's ear, pulling out a bottle of chocolate body paint.
The pale haired boy's eyes went wide. "Honda-kun...!" he exclaimed, looking up at the taller boy.
"Shall we try it?" Honda asked with a wicked grin.
Bakura hesitated a moment, then nodded with a small smile and blush
Honda nuzzled against Bakura's neck and got up to shut the door. When he came back he lifted Bakura to the bed and began kissing him.
The pale haired boy shivered slightly before melting against the taller boy, wrapping his arms around him as he returned the kisses.
Honda pulled back a few moments later and began pulling at Bakura's sweater. "Layers again," he said with a shake of the head. "I think you add layers when you know I'm going to want to take them off."
Bakura gave a smile. "You always want to take them off," he countered.
"Well, you look better without them," Honda said firmly, pulling the other boy's shirt off. Uncapping the body paint he dipped a brush into it and started drawing chocolate patterns over Bakura's chest.
The boy shivered slightly, laying back against the bed as he was painted upon, eyes closing as his body reacted to the light, almost teasing touches.
After a while Honda put the brush down and looked at Bakura. With a happy grin, he leaned over the other boy and began licking the paint off.
Bakura gasped, arching slightly, reaching out to hold onto the taller boy, feeling his skin heat up as Honda's tongue ran over it.
"You taste good," Honda said softly, nuzzling Bakura's chest as he cleaned it with his tongue. "So good."
Bakura's response was a mostly incoherent murmur as he ran his fingers though Honda's hair.
Honda's hands hovered at Bakura's waistband. "Ryou-neko," he implored. "I'll be good. I promise. Please, can I....?" He traced the line with one finger.
The boy looked up, eyes looking almost darker with want as he gave a small nod.
Honda inched Bakura's pants down the other boy's legs, moving his mouth lower over Bakura's stomach.
Bakura arched slightly, hands tensing briefly in Honda's hair before he forced them to relax.
Honda moved lower again, mouth hovering over Bakura's erection. "Let's see if you taste as good down here," he said with a smile before taking it in his mouth.
The boy gave a sharp gasp, clinging to the sheets below him as he arched back, face flushing. His lips parted, eyes closed as he gave a soft whimper.
Honda almost choked for a moment, then began sucking.
Bakura continued to whimper and gasp as his body reacted, arching up again, face utterly flushed. "Honda-kun..." he moaned, tossing slightly.
Honda smiled slightly, holding Bakura's thighs steady and stroking them gently.
The boy continued to whimper until he gave a sharp cry, coming to release. He went limp against the bed, breathing slightly raged, face damp with sweat.
Honda choked again for a moment, then crawled back up to cuddle next to Bakura. "You taste good down there too," he whispered into the boy's ear.
The boy melted against the taller boy, breath slowly calming. "Honda-kun..." he murmured tiredly, eyes lidded with satisfaction
"I love you," Honda murmured in return, hugging Bakura.
The pale haired boy echoed the statement, then gave a smile. "Now it's you who's wearing too much clothing," he joked, playing with the buttons of Honda's shirt
Honda laughed. "You want to take it off me?" he asked.
Bakura smiled, gently undoing the buttons and pushing the cloth aside, tracing the lines of Honda's chest.
Honda shivered at the touch and nuzzled Bakura's neck.
Bakura made a small appreciative sound as he traced his touch lower until his fingers rested over the clasp of Honda's pants, slowly undoing it.
"Bakura," Honda gasped.
With a delicate slowness the boy lowered the zipper and slipped his hand inside, leaning up to kiss his lover gently.
Honda returned the kiss fervently, arching at the touch.
Wrapping his other arm around the taller boy, Bakura parted his lips in invitation as his hand caressed Honda intimately.
Honda moaned into Bakura's lips and held him tightly, tongue sliding in to play with Bakura's.
The paler boy traced his fingers up Honda's side as he played back.
Honda arched into the touch.
Bakura gently broke the kiss and began to shift his kisses lower down Honda's jaw to his neck. With a small smile he traced the line of the taller boy's collarbone with the very tip of his tongue, blowing gently on the line as his hands continued their motions.
Honda moaned again, holding Bakura tightly.
"Daisuki yo, Honda-kun," Bakura whispered against the boy's flesh,
Honda responded without words as he came.
Bakura removed his hand with a smile, snuggling contentedly against his lover.
Honda breathed deeply, hugging Bakura. "That was fun."
"Mmm," the boy agreed warmly. "Maybe later you can help me wash up, hmmm?" he teased.
"You might not get too clean that way," Honda teased back.
"Mmm," Bakura smiled, snuggling closer. "You'll just have to try and control yourself, hmm?"
"You're just too sexy to resist. Especially when you're not over dressed," Honda said, nuzzling against Bakura and stroking the boy's chest.
The boy made another soft appreciative sound. "Just as well I wear as much as I do, else you'd never get anything done, hm?" he teased.
"No way! I'd rather do this than anything else." The dark boy paused a moment in thought. "But I guess it IS just as well you wear so much. I don't want anyone else seeing you like this but me."
"See? Now stop complaining about how I dress," Bakura laughed lightly.
"But you do it when we're alone too," Honda whined teasingly. "I don't want you to wear layers when we're alone."
"They never last long with you, Honda-kun," Bakura smiled.
"That's a good thing, Bakura," Honda informed him. "You're much prettier without."
The boy blushed slightly, smiling selfconsciously. "Yet you always want me in the cat suit," he countered, tracking lines on Honda's chest.
"Well, that's as close to naked as you can get while still being dressed," Honda said lightly. "Besides, if you're in the catsuit it's easier to not push for more...." He nuzzled against Bakura's hair.
The paler boy's eyes grew thoughtful as he gave a small purr at the attention.
"I love you so much," Honda said softly.
Bakura smiled happily. "Hiro-hentai," he returned, lovingly.
Honda kissed him gently.
Honda looked at the streaming wet Bakura, wanting to run more than a washcloth over the other boy's body. He was so beautiful, and he didn't even know it. Honda ached to touch him, to hold him, to make love to him.
But he wouldn't push for something that Bakura wasn't ready for.
He leaned over into the tub and hugged Bakura, breathing in the scent of soap and him.
"You're going to get all wet, Honda-kun," The boy laughed, nuzzling the boy with his soaking hair briefly to prove the point.
"I don't care," Honda said, burying his face in the mass of wet hair. "I just want to be with you so badly...."
Bakura blinked, reaching over to turn off the water. "Honda-kun...?" he asked softly.
"I love you," Honda said softly, gazing deeply into Bakura's eyes.
The boy smiled. "And I love you," he returned, matching the dryer boy's tone before reaching up to brush his wet lips against Honda's.
Honda returned the kiss with passion.
Bakura gently pulled away, smiling. "Get me a towel?" he requested.
Honda rose and picked up a large, fluffy towel. He shook it out and held it open for the other boy.
Carefully, Bakura stepped out and moved over to the taller boy, turning so his back was against the soft cloth.
Honda wrapped Bakura in the towel, hugging him tightly through it.
The boy gave a sigh of contentment, melting against his lover's embrace.
After a moment, Honda began rubbing Bakura's arms and sides briskly to dry them.
"Aa!" Bakura's eyes went wide. "I just realized I don't have any clean clothes over here!" he exclaimed.
Honda gave a goofy smile. "You mean I get to dress you up?" he asked.
The boy blushed slightly, nodding. "Something I can wear to walk home," he said in mild playful warning.
"Of course!"
"Ah! Bastet! Dame yo!" Bakura exclaimed as the kitten trailed after the boys, batting and tugging at the ends of the towel.
Honda scooped the kitten up. "You can play with it later," he told her. He put her down on the floor while he looked through drawers, finally coming out with an old, faded pair of jeans and a white shirt.
Bakura accepted them, moving to half hide behind the dresser. He hesitated, hand on the towel. "Honda-kun...?" he asked, blushing slightly. "Do... I-- I mean, I-- I need---" He looked down, utterly embarrassed. "Do you have a pair of clean underwear I can borrow...?" he asked in a near inaudible voice.
Honda blushed. "Yeah," said, slowly pulling out a pair.
"A--Arigatou..." The pale haired boy stammered, accepting before hiding to dress himself.
Honda fidgeted and occupied himself playing with Bastet. He wondered vaguely why he was so embarrassed over underwear when he had just helped the boy bathe and when, right before that, he had given the other boy a blow job.
Bakura emerged, face still red as he rolled up the sleeves of the oversized shirt.
"Does it all fit ok?" Honda asked.
"I think I need a belt," the boy smiled, pulling the jeans up slightly to keep them from sliding off his hips.
Honda watched Bakura's hips as the jeans showed them slightly. Shaking himself out of his mild daze he moved to the closet and got out a belt.
"Arigatou," Bakura smiled, holding the jeans up with one hand as he took the belt with the other, carefully threading it through the loops and buckling. He gave a small laugh. "Mou, dame ka?" he sighed as even with the belt the pants slid slightly low on his hips.
Honda laughed. "Leave it. I think it looks good." He stared at Bakura's hips again.
The boy blushed again. "So--sou?" he said, embarrassed. He picked up Bastet and began petting her, looking almost as if he was trying to hid his blush behind the kitten.
Honda hit himself, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "Do you have to go home already?" he asked, part of him hoping that the answer was yes so he wouldn't make an ass of himself.
Bakura shook his head. "Not unless you think it's getting too late..."
"It's only seven," Honda said, reaching out and taking one of Bakura's hands. "Not late at all."
The boy smiled, moving to snuggle against the taller boy.
Honda nuzzled against Bakura a moment, then pulled away a bit. "We do have some homework for tomorrow," he reminded.
"It can wait some," Bakura insisted, pouting slightly.
"Did you have something else you want to do?" Honda asked lightly.
The pale haired boy shook his head slightly. "I just want to be in your arms," he smiled.
Honda smiled, hugging Bakura tighter.
"Bakura! I have a surprise for you!" Honda grabbed Bakura's arm and started dragging him toward the Honda home.
The boy startled slightly, following, blinking. "I do hope it's not another kitten," he smiled.
"What? It was a great surprise last time!" Honda said cheerfully, winking back at Bakura. "Bastet taught you how to purr."
The boy blushed slightly, smiling. "Bastet would get jealous if you got another."
"Well, you can rest easy. It's not another kitten."
"Another cat suit?" Bakura asked, somehow managing to be impish and innocent at the same time.
"Now what do you need more than one for? If I was going to get you more leather it would have to be something more interesting. Maybe something with buckles."
Bakura blushed deeply. "...buckles..?" he repeated. "You want me to look like mou hitori no Yuugi-kun?" he teased
Honda stopped short, making Bakura nearly bump into him, and spun around. "You could never look like Mou hitori no Yuugi. You are MUCH prettier than he is."
Bakura blushed again, smiling softly, utterly embarrassed at the praise.
"Now come on! It's a perishable gift!"
Bakura blinked, looking slightly concerned. "Should I be worried...?"
"Don't you trust me?" Honda called back with a smile as he dragged Bakura through the front door.
"When you're grinning like that?" Bakura countered with a laugh.
Practically taking Bakura's shoes off himself, Honda pushed the other boy into slippers, then dragged him through the house to the dining room. It was dimly lit from the kitchen, but the table was covered by a fine cloth and two settings of good china were laid out. There were candles in the middle of the table, and after Honda hit a few buttons on the stereo he'd brought in there was music too.
"I made all the food myself too," Honda beamed.
Bakura stared in wonder a moment. "Honda-kun...." he smiled blissfully, eye warm.
Honda squirmed in embarrassed pleasure. "Sit down while I get the food," he said, pulling out a chair for Bakura. "It's not fancy, but I made it all myself."
The pale haired boy sat, still smiling happily. "I'm sure it'll be wonderful."
"Wait until you've tasted it to make that judgement," Honda said, tapping Bakura's nose before going to get the food. He brought back a chicken and rice dish with peas on the side and rolls, then went back for a juice bottle, pouring some for each of them in the crystal goblets.
Bakura watched as Honda served the meal. "Ittadakemaasu!" he smiled happily before beginning the meal. "Ah! Oishii!" he smiled happily.
Honda beamed, watching Bakura eat as he ate his own. "And I made a cake for dessert too," he said proudly. "Mom helped with that one a little," he admitted.
"A cake too?! Honda-kun!" Bakura exclaimed happily.
"Picked it out because it reminded me of you," Honda said with a laugh, poking Bakura's nose lightly.
The boy blinked. "Reminded how...?" he asked, curious.
"You'll see when you get it," Honda grinned.
"Here it is!" Honda announced, putting a richly chocolate Devil's Food Cake on the table.
"Aa! Oishiisou!" Bakura smiled. "Demo... how does it remind you of me?" he asked, slightly confused.
"My little devil," Honda said affectionately, kissing the top of Bakura's head as he gave the pale boy a piece of cake. "Wonderfully delicious and half the fun is in preparing to eat it."
The boy blushed bright red, looking down with a smile.
"So, is it as good as you are?" Honda asked, eyes sparkling.
"It's good... but you'd have to compare..." Bakura's eyes sparkled mischievously.
Honda took a bite of cake and made a big production of chewing and swallowing it. "Not bad," he conceded. "But you're better. Maybe I'll have some extra dessert later."
Bakura blushed again, smiling.
When they opened the door to Honda's room they were met by the sight of Bastet sitting right in front of it, patiently waiting for them. She meowed loudly and jumped into Bakura's arms, demanding attention.
The boy gave a soft laugh, cuddling the kitten and scratching behind her ears. "Poor Bastet, you don't ever get enough attention from me, do you?" he smiled.
"I know how she feels," Honda said, hugging Bakura from behind with one arm and petting Bastet with the other hand. "Let's play with her a bit."
Bakura smiled. "Mou, Honda-kun. I could spend every hour of the day with you and you'd still want more," he teased lightly as Bastet purred.
"You should be pleased you have that good of an impression." Honda brought out some of the kitten toys and Bastet meowed imperiously at Bakura as she jumped down to catch a mouse toy.
The pale haired boy gave a small smile, obliging, pulling the toy mouse along and laughing happily as the grey kitten pounced on it.
Honda joined him and the kitten soaked up the attention, purring happily the entire time.
Bakura sighed happily, leaning against Honda as he watched Bastet fondly, expression content.
With a grin, Honda shifted so that the piece of yarn he and Bastet had been playing with dangled in front of Bakura's nose.
The boy gave a small giggle and obligingly batted at it.
Bastet paused and looked at them a moment, then walked out of the room.
Honda laughed. "I guess we're on our own," he said softly. "Is it time for my extra dessert?"
Bakura smiled. "Maybe..." he said softly, wrapping the yarn around his finger playfully.
Honda laughed. "But I have the chocolate syrup and everything," he whispered into Bakura's ear, pulling out a bottle of chocolate body paint.
The pale haired boy's eyes went wide. "Honda-kun...!" he exclaimed, looking up at the taller boy.
"Shall we try it?" Honda asked with a wicked grin.
Bakura hesitated a moment, then nodded with a small smile and blush
Honda nuzzled against Bakura's neck and got up to shut the door. When he came back he lifted Bakura to the bed and began kissing him.
The pale haired boy shivered slightly before melting against the taller boy, wrapping his arms around him as he returned the kisses.
Honda pulled back a few moments later and began pulling at Bakura's sweater. "Layers again," he said with a shake of the head. "I think you add layers when you know I'm going to want to take them off."
Bakura gave a smile. "You always want to take them off," he countered.
"Well, you look better without them," Honda said firmly, pulling the other boy's shirt off. Uncapping the body paint he dipped a brush into it and started drawing chocolate patterns over Bakura's chest.
The boy shivered slightly, laying back against the bed as he was painted upon, eyes closing as his body reacted to the light, almost teasing touches.
After a while Honda put the brush down and looked at Bakura. With a happy grin, he leaned over the other boy and began licking the paint off.
Bakura gasped, arching slightly, reaching out to hold onto the taller boy, feeling his skin heat up as Honda's tongue ran over it.
"You taste good," Honda said softly, nuzzling Bakura's chest as he cleaned it with his tongue. "So good."
Bakura's response was a mostly incoherent murmur as he ran his fingers though Honda's hair.
Honda's hands hovered at Bakura's waistband. "Ryou-neko," he implored. "I'll be good. I promise. Please, can I....?" He traced the line with one finger.
The boy looked up, eyes looking almost darker with want as he gave a small nod.
Honda inched Bakura's pants down the other boy's legs, moving his mouth lower over Bakura's stomach.
Bakura arched slightly, hands tensing briefly in Honda's hair before he forced them to relax.
Honda moved lower again, mouth hovering over Bakura's erection. "Let's see if you taste as good down here," he said with a smile before taking it in his mouth.
The boy gave a sharp gasp, clinging to the sheets below him as he arched back, face flushing. His lips parted, eyes closed as he gave a soft whimper.
Honda almost choked for a moment, then began sucking.
Bakura continued to whimper and gasp as his body reacted, arching up again, face utterly flushed. "Honda-kun..." he moaned, tossing slightly.
Honda smiled slightly, holding Bakura's thighs steady and stroking them gently.
The boy continued to whimper until he gave a sharp cry, coming to release. He went limp against the bed, breathing slightly raged, face damp with sweat.
Honda choked again for a moment, then crawled back up to cuddle next to Bakura. "You taste good down there too," he whispered into the boy's ear.
The boy melted against the taller boy, breath slowly calming. "Honda-kun..." he murmured tiredly, eyes lidded with satisfaction
"I love you," Honda murmured in return, hugging Bakura.
The pale haired boy echoed the statement, then gave a smile. "Now it's you who's wearing too much clothing," he joked, playing with the buttons of Honda's shirt
Honda laughed. "You want to take it off me?" he asked.
Bakura smiled, gently undoing the buttons and pushing the cloth aside, tracing the lines of Honda's chest.
Honda shivered at the touch and nuzzled Bakura's neck.
Bakura made a small appreciative sound as he traced his touch lower until his fingers rested over the clasp of Honda's pants, slowly undoing it.
"Bakura," Honda gasped.
With a delicate slowness the boy lowered the zipper and slipped his hand inside, leaning up to kiss his lover gently.
Honda returned the kiss fervently, arching at the touch.
Wrapping his other arm around the taller boy, Bakura parted his lips in invitation as his hand caressed Honda intimately.
Honda moaned into Bakura's lips and held him tightly, tongue sliding in to play with Bakura's.
The paler boy traced his fingers up Honda's side as he played back.
Honda arched into the touch.
Bakura gently broke the kiss and began to shift his kisses lower down Honda's jaw to his neck. With a small smile he traced the line of the taller boy's collarbone with the very tip of his tongue, blowing gently on the line as his hands continued their motions.
Honda moaned again, holding Bakura tightly.
"Daisuki yo, Honda-kun," Bakura whispered against the boy's flesh,
Honda responded without words as he came.
Bakura removed his hand with a smile, snuggling contentedly against his lover.
Honda breathed deeply, hugging Bakura. "That was fun."
"Mmm," the boy agreed warmly. "Maybe later you can help me wash up, hmmm?" he teased.
"You might not get too clean that way," Honda teased back.
"Mmm," Bakura smiled, snuggling closer. "You'll just have to try and control yourself, hmm?"
"You're just too sexy to resist. Especially when you're not over dressed," Honda said, nuzzling against Bakura and stroking the boy's chest.
The boy made another soft appreciative sound. "Just as well I wear as much as I do, else you'd never get anything done, hm?" he teased.
"No way! I'd rather do this than anything else." The dark boy paused a moment in thought. "But I guess it IS just as well you wear so much. I don't want anyone else seeing you like this but me."
"See? Now stop complaining about how I dress," Bakura laughed lightly.
"But you do it when we're alone too," Honda whined teasingly. "I don't want you to wear layers when we're alone."
"They never last long with you, Honda-kun," Bakura smiled.
"That's a good thing, Bakura," Honda informed him. "You're much prettier without."
The boy blushed slightly, smiling selfconsciously. "Yet you always want me in the cat suit," he countered, tracking lines on Honda's chest.
"Well, that's as close to naked as you can get while still being dressed," Honda said lightly. "Besides, if you're in the catsuit it's easier to not push for more...." He nuzzled against Bakura's hair.
The paler boy's eyes grew thoughtful as he gave a small purr at the attention.
"I love you so much," Honda said softly.
Bakura smiled happily. "Hiro-hentai," he returned, lovingly.
Honda kissed him gently.
Honda looked at the streaming wet Bakura, wanting to run more than a washcloth over the other boy's body. He was so beautiful, and he didn't even know it. Honda ached to touch him, to hold him, to make love to him.
But he wouldn't push for something that Bakura wasn't ready for.
He leaned over into the tub and hugged Bakura, breathing in the scent of soap and him.
"You're going to get all wet, Honda-kun," The boy laughed, nuzzling the boy with his soaking hair briefly to prove the point.
"I don't care," Honda said, burying his face in the mass of wet hair. "I just want to be with you so badly...."
Bakura blinked, reaching over to turn off the water. "Honda-kun...?" he asked softly.
"I love you," Honda said softly, gazing deeply into Bakura's eyes.
The boy smiled. "And I love you," he returned, matching the dryer boy's tone before reaching up to brush his wet lips against Honda's.
Honda returned the kiss with passion.
Bakura gently pulled away, smiling. "Get me a towel?" he requested.
Honda rose and picked up a large, fluffy towel. He shook it out and held it open for the other boy.
Carefully, Bakura stepped out and moved over to the taller boy, turning so his back was against the soft cloth.
Honda wrapped Bakura in the towel, hugging him tightly through it.
The boy gave a sigh of contentment, melting against his lover's embrace.
After a moment, Honda began rubbing Bakura's arms and sides briskly to dry them.
"Aa!" Bakura's eyes went wide. "I just realized I don't have any clean clothes over here!" he exclaimed.
Honda gave a goofy smile. "You mean I get to dress you up?" he asked.
The boy blushed slightly, nodding. "Something I can wear to walk home," he said in mild playful warning.
"Of course!"
"Ah! Bastet! Dame yo!" Bakura exclaimed as the kitten trailed after the boys, batting and tugging at the ends of the towel.
Honda scooped the kitten up. "You can play with it later," he told her. He put her down on the floor while he looked through drawers, finally coming out with an old, faded pair of jeans and a white shirt.
Bakura accepted them, moving to half hide behind the dresser. He hesitated, hand on the towel. "Honda-kun...?" he asked, blushing slightly. "Do... I-- I mean, I-- I need---" He looked down, utterly embarrassed. "Do you have a pair of clean underwear I can borrow...?" he asked in a near inaudible voice.
Honda blushed. "Yeah," said, slowly pulling out a pair.
"A--Arigatou..." The pale haired boy stammered, accepting before hiding to dress himself.
Honda fidgeted and occupied himself playing with Bastet. He wondered vaguely why he was so embarrassed over underwear when he had just helped the boy bathe and when, right before that, he had given the other boy a blow job.
Bakura emerged, face still red as he rolled up the sleeves of the oversized shirt.
"Does it all fit ok?" Honda asked.
"I think I need a belt," the boy smiled, pulling the jeans up slightly to keep them from sliding off his hips.
Honda watched Bakura's hips as the jeans showed them slightly. Shaking himself out of his mild daze he moved to the closet and got out a belt.
"Arigatou," Bakura smiled, holding the jeans up with one hand as he took the belt with the other, carefully threading it through the loops and buckling. He gave a small laugh. "Mou, dame ka?" he sighed as even with the belt the pants slid slightly low on his hips.
Honda laughed. "Leave it. I think it looks good." He stared at Bakura's hips again.
The boy blushed again. "So--sou?" he said, embarrassed. He picked up Bastet and began petting her, looking almost as if he was trying to hid his blush behind the kitten.
Honda hit himself, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "Do you have to go home already?" he asked, part of him hoping that the answer was yes so he wouldn't make an ass of himself.
Bakura shook his head. "Not unless you think it's getting too late..."
"It's only seven," Honda said, reaching out and taking one of Bakura's hands. "Not late at all."
The boy smiled, moving to snuggle against the taller boy.
Honda nuzzled against Bakura a moment, then pulled away a bit. "We do have some homework for tomorrow," he reminded.
"It can wait some," Bakura insisted, pouting slightly.
"Did you have something else you want to do?" Honda asked lightly.
The pale haired boy shook his head slightly. "I just want to be in your arms," he smiled.
Honda smiled, hugging Bakura tighter.