Yuuri still hadn't got used to sleeping in the same bed as someone else. It was especially whenever he remembered that it was a boy who was sleeping next to him; and when he turned and actually looked at that boy, that was when things started to get really weird. 'I mean,' Yuuri wondered, 'what kind of boy wears a nightgown anyway? Especially one like that!'
There was one very obvious answer that sprang to mind, but Yuuri tried to ignore it. Wolfram, when he noticed Yuuri's incredulous stare, had claimed it was the "height of male fashion" in New Makoku, and Yuuri wasn't quite sure whether or not to take his word for it. He certainly wasn't going to go and find out for himself.
'What will he wear next? Stockings and frilly knickers? A bra?'
Yuuri blushed in the darkness, at least partly because of the realisation that he was giving substantial thought to another boy wearing lingerie.
Wolfram stirred next to him. "Why are you still awake, Yuuri?" He opened his eyes and looked at Yuuri sleepily. "Can't sleep?"
Yuuri laughed nervously. "Don't worry about me, I'll get off soon." He blushed even more deeply as he realised what he'd said; he was grateful for the darkness.
Wolfram shut his eyes again and turned over. "Good. It's really annoying, being in bed with someone who's wide awake."
Yuuri couldn't help noticing the way that, when he'd moved, Wolfram's gown had slipped a little, exposing an elegant collar bone and a not-insignificant amount of chest... He didn't think it was possible to blush any more, but he could feel a fresh wave of colour spreading over his face. He too turned onto his side so his back was to Wolfram's, hoping to finally empty his mind of its recent unsettling thoughts and get some sleep.
Behind him, Wolfram smirked to himself in the dark. Seemed Yuuri, whether he liked it or not, was having to face the reality of being an engaged man. And with little tactics like the pink frilly one he was wearing right now, he could be sure of Yuuri's attention. He might have even believed that 'height of fashion' line that Wolfram had given him in the haughtiest of tones. It was as good an excuse as any to continue this small experiment. And Wolfram was sure the results would be quite favourable.
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