Hey everyone! I've returned for a thing. I have another few ideas on top of this one that I hope to write + publish in the next few days/week. I hope you enjoy!

It was far too quiet in their shared home when Yao entered one afternoon, having finished some overdue errands, leaving Kiku to enjoy a bit of alone time for a while. The Chinese man had been gone several hours, picking fresh produce from the market downtown- he was picky, so it usually took quite a time for him to get what he wanted. Now he was home, but all but the birds and bugs outside were silent, including their pets. It was only strange because usually Kiku could be found in the living room watching television or playing soft music while cleaning or browsing the internet. The younger nation was currently nowhere to be seen, or even heard, however, and Yao was somewhat concerned. Where could he be, what could he be doing? After putting the groceries away, hopefully he'd have his answer.

With all of the food put away, Yao set off to search the rest of the house. The first room he decided to check was their bedroom... and was exactly where he found Kiku in the most compromising position he'd ever seen him in- which was really saying something.

Kiku sat on their mattress, towel underneath him, pants nowhere to be seen, hand around his cock, pumping it quite aggressively. They lived together, yes, but had only been dating for several months and weren't very intimate yet... it was something Kiku feared and wanted to save for the right time, which Yao agreed to to keep his love comfortable. Still, even as nations, they were sexual beings and needed release every now and then. But Yao had invaded Kiku's privacy and there was no turning back, because they were locking eyes and...

"Yao... y-you're home, I..." The humiliation set so quickly it made Kiku's head spin, and all at once he wished he could evaporate into thin air and not have to deal with the backlash from his boyfriend. His hand was covered and sweat and lubricant, but he didn't care- both flew up to his face and tried to stifle an outpour of sobs. This was just the worst.

Seeing and hearing Kiku cry set off the immediate need in Yao to go in and comfort him- he wasn't mad or disgusted or anything of the sort, just somewhat upset that this was the first time since the Japanese man was very young that he'd seen him even remotely like this. He moved into the room and sat on the bed next to his half-naked lover, drawing him into his arms.

"Kiku, Kiku, Kiku... I am not the least bit mad, if that is what you are concerned with." He kissed the top of the stiff, trembling man's head and rubbed his clothed back. "I do understand being embarrassed, though."

Those sweet words in that sweet voice... how did Kiku get blessed with the perfect lover? His hands dropped from his face and though tears still fell, hitting his shirt and even his bare thighs, he felt reassured. Yao understanding and not being mad was all he could have asked for in this situation.

"And don't forget... whenever you're ready for more intimacy, past the kissing we already do... just tell me," the elder reminded his younger love, reaching up to gently wipe tears from his eyes and cheeks.

"I'm ready."

Cliffhanger? Sort of. I don't really intend on continuing on this, since I've already written my interpretation of their first time together. But yeah. Kiku is ready.

Also, I unfortunately accidentally published the last drabble without the author's notes, because I'm an idiot and didn't save... all I wanted to say about that one, really, was that it was inspired by an idea/request from a friend of mine over on Tumblr. They said something about Kiku having a tattoo like that and I was like "yes... I must write this."

Until next time! :)