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Got a little carried away with this one :O. Mild mature content. Let the nosebleeds commence!

5.

The yukata is hilarious on Misaki, almost pooling around his feet. His lover apparently realizes this as he sulks, his pretty mouth a pout. "I dare you to laugh."

Akihiko's mouth twitches. Misaki's adorable when he's trying to be seductive. And actually, as he considers the bright yellow fabric with red maple-leaf patterns, he realizes that the tactic is working. That golden leg peeking between the folds is undeniably sexy. And good gracious, what has he done to his eyes?

"Well?" Misaki tries to raise one eyebrow, fails and raises both. His eyes seem even bigger than before, really, what on earth did he use? Akihiko's mouth waters as the neckline dips lower, revealing the tempting line of skin, as his lover ducks his head in embarrassment. From this angle, he can see a rose-coloured nub winking at him from underneath the cloth.

It's suddenly too hot in the room. Akihiko stalks towards the figure on the bed. Misaki blushes, peeking up at him as he takes off his tie and unbuttons his suit in swift movements. He places a knee on the bed and tilts up Misaki's chin. His lover's eyes are closed tightly, and he is as red as the leaves on his yukata.

"Look at me." It's almost pleading, his tone. Misaki complies, and Akihiko realizes that those verdant irises are enhanced by black lining around his eyes, giving them a smoky look. Smoke and gentle green fire.

"You used kohl?" Akihiko's familiar with the stuff- he remembers his own teenage fad when he used to hang out with Hiroki's biker not-boyfriends. Barely sixteen and already a rebel.

Now, at twice that age, he realizes why everyone on the street checked them out, bedecked as they were in glittery eyeliner and leather and kohl.

Misaki looks edible- sultry.

He's absolutely gorgeous.

"I want to devour you," Akihiko whispers, before he sweeps down to capture pale pink lips with his teeth. Misaki whimpers as a cool hand travels underneath the fabric to tweak a nipple. "But I'll be kind- I'll let you take charge."

Misaki is wide-eyed as Akihiko shifts their positions, pulling him into his lap as he leans against the headboard. He reddens even more as he feels an erection press up into the crack of his unclothed arse underneath his yukata. The yellow fabric pools around his shoulders and his hips, hiding the movements, and somehow that makes everything even sexier. He clutches Akihiko's shirt when he swipes his tongue over Misaki's left nipple.

"W-what exactly..."

Fingers prod at Misaki's entrance, and Akihiko smirks as he finds that they go in easily. He must have prepared himself. They've been doing missionary position the last few times, and apparently Misaki's had enough of being treated like glass.

"Ready to ride me?"

Misaki bites his lip, nods, and takes the plunge.

End drabble five.

A/N: Because Romantica automatically translates to sex. ;) B) Reviews make me happy and the updates faster!