It was just too impossible to ignore.
When they would shower together, even if there was no fooling around and just the simple task of getting clean stayed their focus; changing together in the bedroom every morning and night; during love-making, no matter what angle; and even when he wore his pants a bit too low and he'd stretch, causing his shirt to rise with his arms...
Kiku's proud chrysanthemum tattoo, situated on his very very lower back, just barely touching cheek, practically flashed itself at Yao, brilliant pink on pale, smooth skin. Just a single blossom, but that was really all he needed. In all it covered probably about four centimetres, enough for the Chinese man to work with, constantly teasing his Japanese lover almost every time they became intimate. His fingers knew the shape well enough now to trace it expertly, and he adored 'coloring it in' with his thumb- actually just rubbing it in circles while his free hand scrolled other parts of his body, grasped his cock, or what so. Nothing about the area was really too sensitive, it was just a mark of beauty for both of them to admire- one of Kiku's (artificial, but still legitimate) favorite features on himself and Yao's as well.
They sit upright in bed, both nude and Kiku straddling Yao's lap, kissing and petting. Yao's right hand hovers, decides at the last second to cup his ass instead, doing so somewhat roughly and eliciting a gasp from the one whom it belongs to. The man guilty of this crime smirks.
"You have such a cute rear, babe, always have," he coos, kissing his neck, collarbone, right on his heart. Slowly his hand moves again and an index finger is professionally outlining the tattoo. Kiku's eyes close and his already hot, pink face turns even more hot and pink.
"Love you," is Yao's follow up, finding the other's expression adorable, but soon makes it non-visible to him as he's bending the other over across his own legs, eyeing that lovely little ink spot on his boyfriend's body. "All of you, even the parts that aren't real." He kisses it. It's lower than Kiku's ever been kissed before, at least on his back... usually they steer clear of that area, both of them, Yao's scar something he is still not very comfortable being touched when naked, except when the other washes him in the shower or bath. It's new and it's amazing- his entire legs quiver while a hand lovingly strokes the back of his thighs.
"So beautiful." Kiku's face is pressed into the mattress, but the side is slightly open to air and he smiles at this, shaky but very much present. Two fingers appear by his mouth; he sucks on them a bit obediently, then pops them out after the other tickles his gums a bit playfully and sniffs, receiving a gentle 'bop' on the nose. Now Yao's hands run down his spine and more kisses, a few licks in between, even, appear on his tattoo, perhaps to serve as distraction- one hand steadies the small man by the forearm and the other, with the two saliva-coated fingers, enter him in lust-filled haste.
He bucks back a bit against the fingers, caught by surprise by them, and Yao laughs against his skin while his digits move like scissors inside his lover in order to prepare him. It hasn't been more than a week since they'd done this, but Kiku is still- always, somehow- quite tight. Yao nips gently on the chrysanthemum blossom, in parting, as he's adjusting the other's position again to straddle him and allow the two of them to face each other. Kiku finally speaks, for the first time since they'd begun.
"Yao... if you are so fascinated with my tattoo," but the thought never has a chance to finish; his lips are covered by Yao's and he's filled by the other's cock- he wants to cry out, but Yao's tongue is in his mouth faster than he can manage to do anything. Yao's hands are already on his hips, too, pushing him up and down and all the while finding some way to touch that tattoo. Kiku's hands firmly root themselves on to his shoulders, but they slip every so often as his arms feel weak from everything going on, moaning out the other's name loudly, unashamedly as soon as he is able, lips now attending to his neck.
Rubs and pinches and kisses all over, especially to his lower back, make Kiku come in no time, painting Yao's stomach white, and he pulls out in order to do so himself on Kiku's thigh- it's the closest thing that isn't the bedsheets.
After wiping them both off with a conveniently placed wet towel, the elder of the two laid down to his already languid lover on the mattress, arms immediately pulling him in closer and kissing his lightly swollen lips.
"You find the strangest things to be infatuated with," Kiku said, eyebrow raised in amusement.
Yao chuckled, and nodded, snaking his hand back to rest over the mark on his boyfriend's lower back.
"Yes, including you."