A commotion of two
Featuring Niou and Yagyuu
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"You shouldn't be this drunk," Yagyuu murmurs into Niou's ear, supporting him with an arm around his waist. "We've got an exhibition tomorrow."
"We could be an exhibition right now." Niou laughs and drapes his arm around Yagyuu's neck, leaning closer, until his lips meet Yagyuu's neck. "Forget tomorrow, forget the clothes."
"Please don't forget the clothes." Yagyuu's voice is soft where Niou is loud, but Niou, for all his intoxicated state, can still hear him, understand. It's Yagyuu, after all. "They're quite important."
"But more interesting on than off."
"You're only saying that now because you're drunk."
"Oh but it's true." Niou's fingers slowly creep across Yagyuu's chest, until he finds the buttons keeping his shirt closed, and up, and on. Niou doesn't like them and struggles to undo them all. "I like clothes more when they're off than when they're on."
"Does that apply to everyone, or just to select people and clothes?"
"Select. Some people look much better in clothes than out of." Niou smirked, his lips finding Yagyuu's exposed collarbone. "But those people I do not care about. They're not wearing my clothes."
It's Yagyuu's turn to chuckle this time, as he attempts to guide Niou toward the apartment bulding that looms just to their side. Niou's feet drag, too busy with buttons to pay attention.
"We can forget tomorrow," Niou says again, his voice muffled; but Yagyuu understands, because it's Niou. "Forget tomorrow and the exhibition and the clothes."
"Just for now?"
"For now." Niou bites down, hard; Yagyuu doesn't gasp, but Niou feels the shudder in his muscles.
"The clothes are important."
"Only when I can take them off." The buttons are too much, and Niou pulls; buttons go flying.
"It always comes back to them."
"Of course. Did you expect anything less?" Niou pulls Yagyuu close, his lips still on Yagyuu's chest, and stumbles. There's nowhere to go but down.