What do they like when going out for food? Who pays for the food the most, when they go out? Do they have any favorite food places? (eh kinda) Thoughts on wine? How is the mood set?
Takes place BEFORE Marks. In fact, it's about a week after Sleepovers. (again this is based on series/collection. It's not supposed to be an actual longfic.)
"One whole year, huh?" Suzuna said while idly flipping through that month's issue of whatever magazine she read. Sena really only read the ones about football… or sometimes Shonen Jump.
"A whole year what?" Sena repeated in confusion as he pushed the bar over his head with a loud grunt. Suzuna raised her eyebrow over at him. He kept his focus on the weight bar, though, face flushing and a drop of sweat sliding down his temple, tickling his ear. He ignored it to finish his reps and drop the bar unto its rests with a loud, relieved sigh.
Suzuna clapped politely as Sena sat up, making him flush ever brighter and hide his face in his towel.
"Now, think about it again, Sensen. A whole year," Suzuna told him pointedly.
He stared at her dumbly blinking, wrapping his short towel around his neck. "Uh… we're starting up college again tomorrow, so a whole year of being college- OH! You mean me and Seijuuro!" Sena realized, eyes widened. His expression quickly went dopey with happiness. "A whole year, yeah."
Suzuna rolled her eyes even as her mouth twitched into a fond, indulgent smile. Then, she leaned over and smacked his head. Ignoring his startled yelp, she went on, "As much as I enjoy your cute face when you think about him, I wanna know details. What are you two doing for your one year anniversary? I mean, you guys kinda did something to celebrate you telling him your feelings. Your first kissaversary, as it were," Suzuna teased mischievously. "But the whole Rice Bowl got in the way. So you gotta tell me your plans for your actual anniversary."
Sena couldn't help but shake his head and smile. "Seijuuro's mother made us promise her that we'd let her handle it. Seijuuro was a little… uh… grumpy about it, but she said she really wanted to do something special for us and I didn't wanna disappoint her," Sena explained with a weak chuckle.
Suzuna's eyes lit up.
"Seijuchan's mother is planning you anniversary!? That's so amazing! Oh, I bet it'll be all fancy and ritzy! I hope you have nice enough clothes!" Suzuna enthused with eyes glittering.
Sena felt his easy confidence in the scheme suddenly crumble. Because what if Suzuna was right? Sena didn't do well in fancy places or events. He'd worn a tux maybe twice in his whole life. And he didn't actually own one. He'd only ever rented one (or had one shoved on him for a night with no idea where it had come from).
"Oh, don't look so freaked, Sena. I'll help you out!" Suzuna offered eagerly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She quickly backed away with a look of disgust. "I forgot how sweaty you were. Eugh!"
Sena snorted into laughter as Suzuna did some sort of shimmy-wiggle while grimacing melodramatically.
Though Suzuna had a list of places and a highly detailed plan for shopping all set up for the next day, it all ended up in vain. She had walked with him back home, dragging a reluctant Riku into the planning by asking for his opinions and suggestions since he actually dressed well (her words of course) while Monta and Sena cowered close to one another. Monta was even devising an escape plan for the next day, when he caught sight of a vaguely familiar sleek, black, European car.
"Hey, is that the car that came and got you last year?" Monta asked, squinted at its plates uselessly, since he'd never known the plate number to begin with.
"Huh?" Sena gaped at it. It certainly looked like it. As they approached, the drivers' door open and a tall, older man in a chauffeur hat stepped gracefully out. "Hoshino-san?" the runningback blurted in surprise.
"You remember me, Kobayakawa-kun?" the driver queried with a pleased smile as he bowed.
"Y-Yeah, of course," Sena quickly bowed back. "Is everything all right? Is Seijuuro all right? The Shin-sans?!" he gasped in sudden concern. Hoshino quickly held up his gloved hands.
"All is well with the Shin family. I suppose I'm not entirely certain about young Shin-san, on account of not seeing him in person since college began. However, I understand from his parents he's doing exceedingly well."
"Oh, oh good," Sena exhaled in relief, hand to his chest.
"Well, if you aren't here for bad news, what are you here for?" Monta demanded.
"For Kobayakawa-kun's measurements."
The foursome blinked in shock. Then, Suzuna squealed high-pitched and excited as she clapped. "Oh! This is a make-over trope happening! I'm going to see a makeover trope in real life! Oh, how exciting! Are you going to take him someplace fancy for it?!"
Hoshino chuckled behind his fist and bowed to her. "In fact, I am. The lady of the house bid that I take young Kobayakawa to a clothing store she frequents regularly for her husband and son. He'll be properly fitted there."
"Wait, wait- but why?" Sena gaped.
"For your appointment in a few days' time."
Sena's jaw almost hit the ground. "This is for the date?"
"Indeed. A year anniversary is a special occasion and Shin-san wanted to make it memorable. She is very fond of you. And her son, of course," Hoshino added on a little wryly.
"I- uh- I-" Sena stammered wildly and stared over at his friends. Riku sighed, but Suzuna hopped up and down with her hands clasped together. Monta just looked sympathetic, patting Sena's shoulder in solidarity.
"Why don't we all go?" Riku suggested, eyes heavenward.
"Oh yes! Yes, please! Sena's so shy, he needs us to come with him. Or he'll stammer and tell you everything is fine, but it's really not," Suzuna told Hoshino with a despairing little shake of her head.
"I-I w-wouldn't be that bad," Sena protested under his breath.
"I would be delighted to take you all. Shall we go, then?" Hoshino agreed easily, opening the back door with a slight gesture of his hand towards the interior.
"We shall!" Suzuna crowed, all but throwing herself inside.
"I'm only doing this cuz I love you, man," Monta informed Sena, very seriously, before following Suzuna inside.
"I'm only doing this to keep Suzuna from taking complete control of everything," Riku murmured with a little smile at Sena. The runningback heaved a giant breath, shoulders slumping.
"Thank you. And thank you, too, Hoshino-san," Sena said with another quick bow to the chauffeur. He nodded his head politely, smiling genuinely.
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Sena fidgeted in his living room, tugging at the cuffs of his sleeves or wiggling his hips to get used to the fitted, slick feeling of the much too costly slacks he wore. Not that he knew how much they actually cost, since Hoshino had been given direct orders to keep Sena from being told. But they felt expensive. Like they were made of spun fairy floss by the hands of magical sprites. He was scared to touch any of his clothes with his hands just two seconds after putting them on because his palms felt clammy and damp from nervous sweat.
"Stop fidgeting," Riku almost snarled from the couch.
"You look like you're trying to do the Harlem Shake. Or twerk? Which one is it, Riku?" Monta asked, chuckling and elbowing at the elder, ivory-haired safety.
"Whatever it is, it needs to stop."
"I don't feel comfortable! I feel ridiculous! Honestly, your real honest opinion, guys! Do I look stupid?!" Sena begged, spinning on his heels to face them and throwing out his arms. His slacks were black and still creased from their ironing before they'd been delivered to Sena's apartment that morning. His long-sleeved button-up was shiny, dark, crimson-red, much like his Deimon Devilbats uniform had been, though a shade or two darker. Over it he wore a fitted black vest or waistcoat or whatever rich people called them, that had all three buttons done up and made his waist look trim and slender and his chest and shoulders look broader. And of course, a skinny black tie that was crookedly hanging from his perfectly-starched collar.
Monta snorted. "You look pretty cool, except for that mess of a tie."
"I can't do my own tie when my hands are shaking! Look! Look at this!" Sena yelped, waving his hands around. Which made looking at them kinda impossible.
"I got it," Riku grumbled, heaving off the couch. He stepped into Sena's space and deftly re-did the tie, then, with a slight huff, undid the button of the waistcoat to left it hang open. "Pull the shirt outta your slacks."
"Huh, wha?" Sena mumbled even as he did as Riku ordered. Riku stepped back, tapped his chin, then nodded.
"Looks good. The shirt isn't so long that it looks slovenly."
"Slovenly? What are you, a grandmother?!" Monta barked with a laugh.
"Shut up, monkey," Riku called back without even looking over his shoulder. He just as easily dodged the pillow thrown his way (Sena yelping as he did so). "Don't put your hands in your pockets, you'll ruin the lines. There's a- yup, there it is," Sena squeaked again when Riku stuck his hand inside the waistcoat to feel it up. "There's an interior pocket there. You can put a wallet there, though I think just shoving in an ID and some emergency cash should be all right. You probably won't need anything else since they're sending that Hoshino guy and they're picking up your tab for you."
"You… for someone who doesn't date a lot, you know a lot of stuff," Sena said, blinking rapidly. Riku rolled his eyes.
"I know stuff because I'm not a moron. Also, I might not be castle-owning wealthy, but my family is pretty well-to-do, too. I've worn clothes similar to this before at my mother's parties. Where's your wallet?"
"Uh, here?" Sena scrambled to yank it out of his back pocket. He was honestly worried if he didn't do it fast enough, Riku would go looking for it himself. He did snatch it out of Sena's hands, flip it open, and take out a few items. He frowned and checked the few pockets and then gave Sena the most unimpressed face he'd ever seen. "What?!"
"Where's your condom?"
The noise that came from Sena's mouth probably broke the sound barrier and Monta fell off the couch he was laughing so hard. Riku shoved the small bundle of yenn and ID card in the inside pocket and snapped the wallet closed.
"It's your one year anniversary and they're setting you guys up at a fancy ass hotel for the night! You didn't put a condom in here?!" Riku berated, bopping Sena on the head with his own wallet.
"B-But w-we d-don't- it isn't-! It's only been the one time!" Sena sputtered and squawked as his face flamed.
Riku ran a hand through his hair. "Even if you don't fuck like bunnies-" Monta all but howled from under the coffee table. "SHUT UP, MONKEY! Even if you aren't fucking all the damn time, you always have an emergency condom in your wallet. It's standard procedure of being a damn functioning adult. Unless you're celibate or asexual. Are you celibate or asexual?"
"N-n-n-no?"
"Do you want to have sex again in the near future?"
"Y-y-y-y-y-y-yes?" Sena choked out. He flinched when Riku bopped him again.
"Then you always have a condom in your wallet. I will give you one of mine, but you go buy your own, you hear me?"
"B-B-BUY?!"
"Oh my god." Riku left the room, hands thrown in the air.
"He's so cool. I fucking hate him," Monta wheezed around chortles.
"B-B-Buy them?" Sena squeaked uselessly. Monta sighed.
"If you want, we can go buy some together? Not that I need them, but if it'll make you feel better?" Monta offered longsufferingly, cheeks red. Sena nodded desperately. A second later, a condom smacked Sena right in the forehead. He yelped and juggled it in the air before catching it and flushing cherry-red.
"And you call yourself a footballer. Can't even catch a condom to the face," Riku taunted while throwing himself back down on the couch. "Shove it in the pocket I showed you."
Gulping loudly, Sena did so. Then jumped a foot high when the doorbell rung. Riku and Monta both snorted.
"You do remember you're expecting someone, right?" Monta deadpanned, mouth twitching. Sena glared at them and moved towards the door. The condom was burning against his ribs.
But he threw open the door with a bright smile. Only for his jaw to drop and all the breath in him to wheeze out. Sena might feel uncomfortable in these duds, but Shin looked born to wear them. He looked just as good like this as he did out on the field in his pads and tight pants. Or half-dressed, chest sweaty and dirty and hair stuck to his forehead. Or even naked and caveman-grunty on Sena's bed. How could Shin look so good all the time? Sena thought in despair and appreciation, eyes darting from hair to toes.
Because Shin's mother had chosen very well. He wore charcoal instead of black, like Sena, and sadly, no waistcoat, which would've looked so good on Shin. But his shirt was a soft, velvety-looking mustard-yellow, shirt tucked but top button undone, barely glimpsing the white undershirt. Apparently his mother hadn't told him not to put his hands in his pockets, though, because his hands were shoved in as deep as they could go and kinda looked like they were curled into fists.
Sena didn't care about that. Nope. He was too busy staring with a gaping mouth and wide eyes. He'd never seen Shin in something so colorful. White and blue and black were basically his entire color scheme and this was blowing Sena's mind. It didn't help that the fabric looked so touchable. Like it'd feel velveteen smooth beneath questing fingertips.
"Your clothes fit well, Sena," Shin grunted out, scowling.
Sena swallowed hard and met Shin's eyes. Eyes that looked brighter somehow with the pretty shirt bringing out the lighter hints of amber in Shin's normally dark brown irises. "Y-yeah? You… You, too. I mean, you look really good."
Shin's eyes tightened at the corner and his shoulders hunched. "You look very nice, too. Red looks good on you."
"I… I've never seen you wear that color," Sena hedged with an embarrassed head-duck to hide the grin at the compliment that was a little more compliment-y than the first one.
Shin shrugged. "My mother."
"Yeah, your mother, all this, too," Sena admitted with a laugh and gesture towards his front.
"Okay, you both look good. Now get out. Don't you have a reservation?" Monta yelled at them.
"They'd have remembered sooner or later," Riku replied nonchalantly.
"Right! Uh, let's- let's go," Sena agreed, grabbing Shin's hand and squeezing out past him.
"Have a good night," Shin politely told the two remaining roommates before being jerked out sight. The door closed with a snap.
The restaurant was just as fancy as the clothes. Complete with menus that didn't have prices on them. And in a foreign language, helpful explanations written in furugana under the Italian. Or French. Or Hungarian. Who even knew? Sena's eyes felt like they were spinning as he gaped around the restaurant. With its white tablecloths and fancy, muted-lighting chandeliers and tiny, scented candles, and polished to gleaming real silverware.
"The wait-staff is much more down to earth than the interior designing suggests," Shin murmured, hand on Sena's lower back as the hostess led them to their table. Sena gulped and nodded.
Shin held out the chair for Sena, making him crack a grin, and pushed him easily into place. With a quiet, stuttered thanks, Sena took the menus the smiling hostess held out (which he'd only glanced at while waiting for their table). Shin requested something sounding vaguely French at the hostess's prompting and she hurried away after a bright smile and quick bow.
"What was that?"
"A wine my mother told me to get. Or was it champagne?" Shin scowled pensively. Sena gaped.
"Wha-? You didn't have to- I've never had that before! You didn't have to order that, I'd have been fine with tea or soda!" Sena protested in shock. Shin shrugged a shoulder.
"That was my mother, not me. I tend to take her advice for things like… this…" he trailed off as his eyes scanned the room around them.
Sena realized with a start that those scowls and the tension to Shin's shoulders and arms… those were all because of nerves.
"Seijuuro, you could've told me this was weird for you, too," Sena said, reaching over to place a hand over Shin's. Shin stared at him, and Sena watched as the tension bled out of Shin's face.
"This is my mother and father's world. I live in it… but I don't…"
"You don't thrive in it. You just hold your breath and wait till you're back on the field, or even with those kids at the community center, don't you?" Sena finished with a tilt to his head and affectionate smile. Shin nodded briskly. He stiffened as a waiter showed up, a long napkin over one arm, a bottle cradled in his hands, and a bucket full of ice on a stand held expertly in the crook of his elbow.
"Your drink, sirs," the waiter greeted. Shin and Sena both flinched slightly at the pop when the cork came off, but Sena laughed a second later, hand still on Shin's. The waiter poured it into their glasses for them.
"Thanks!"
Shin stared over at Sena's smiling profile, his own mouth soft and eyes even softer. The champagne was almost golden in their flutes and Sena picked it up delicately, looking nervous about dropping it, and took a tiny sip. The expression, torn between delight and uncertainty, had Shin ducking his head.
"Is it up to your expectations?"
"Uh-yeah, it's great. Thanks."
"What would you like to order?"
Sena glanced at Shin, who shook his head slightly. "We're not ready yet. Just a minute, please?"
"Of course, just wave me down when you are."
"It's so… so swanky. But they are pretty nice, you're right," Sena whispered to Shin the moment the waiter seemed out of earshot.
"Would you like me to help you order?" Shin asked. Sena smiled brightly. Their hands slowly pulled away so they could pick up the menus.
"Yeah, what's some things you ordered?"
"They have a special menu that I order from, but I can show you what my mother and father prefer?"
"A… a special menu?"
"Catered to my more exacting nutritional needs. It's why we come here so often. They tend to their customers' needs very graciously," Shin said absently as his eyes scanned the menu.
Sena blinked at Shin. Then stared around the restaurant. Then, back to Shin. I'm pretty sure it has more to do with your family's wallet than special needs of customers… Sena thought with a slight sweatdrop.
Sena ended up getting some fancy pasta dish with seafood and as much Parmesan on it as he could get away with. Shin's had salmon and a whole bunch of steamed green leafy things. And… something that looked like rice, but wasn't. Sena was just slurping up a (probably too big) mouthful of noodles when he caught motion out the corner of his eye. Shin had set aside his silverware with an aggravated scowl and was unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves. The smaller of the two froze, eyes wide, as Shin neatly and efficiently rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, baring forearms and wrists, and what was this the Victorian era?! Bare arms and wrists should not look that erotic. But it was. The noodles smacked his nose he inhaled them so fast and, of course, immediately began to choke.
"Sena?" Shin queried in concern.
"F-Fine!" Sena wheezed. And then proceeding to verbal diarrhea all over the place. From his parents showing up at his apartment with some missing sock or misplaced comic book and an armload of food, to every nitty-gritty detail of choosing his upcoming classes, all while his eyes darted around the room, his face got hotter and hotter, and he shoveled food in his mouth. Did he remember to breathe?
"Spelunking?" Shin interrupted. Sena slammed to a halt, sputtering and grabbing at his champagne. He was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to guzzle super expensive champagne like it was soda, but his mouth was so dry.
"Y_yeah, I figured I had enough experience climbing mountains, why not try caves? Monta-kun told me I should do something interesting if I needed another outdoor activity on my transcript," Sena gasped out, suddenly light-headed as he set the empty champagne glass down.
"… are you nervous still?" Shin asked after a slight hesitation and narrowed eyes. Sena wrenched his gaze in Shin's direction. To see his hands clasp and his arms resting on the edge of the table. He was leaning forward just enough his biceps stretched the fabric over his arms tightly.
"Wh-Wha?" Sena blurted dumbly, blinking rapidly in Shin's direction.
Shin frowned harder. "Are you all right? Maybe you drank too quickly?"
"Y-Yeah, that's it. I g-gotta- I gotta pee, bye!" Sena burst out, slamming his hands on the table before lightspeeding away.
The bathroom swung open wildly as Sena threw himself through. The bathroom attendant, with their fresh, white towels and pleasant smile, started with a shrill yelp. Fortunately no one else was hanging out in the stalls at the moment. (The signature blessing of most men's rooms.)
"S-Sorry! I d-didn't, I just n-need- a towel?" the runningback babbled, grasping at the proffered item a second later. Then, he buried his face into it and screamed quietly.
"Is- Is everything all right, sir?" the attendant asked haltingly.
"Everything's fine. If you could give us a minute," Shin said from behind Sena, face almost thunderous. Sena squeaked. The attendant frowned, but Shin sighed, reached into a pocket and handed over a couple folded bills. The man's eyes bugged out of his head at however much Shin had given, then left with bows and profuse thanks and apologies.
"Did you… Did you just bribe a bathroom attendant?" Sena gasped.
"No. It was incentive."
That's a bribe!
"What is happening?" Shin demanded, arms crossing while he leaned against the bathroom door.
Not. Fair.The posture emphasized everything. The perfectly fitted slacks, the shirt that actually showed the ridiculous shoulder to waist ratio, andthe sleeves with the arms and the everything.
"I can't- I can't even look at you," Sena groaned, slumping against the counter and dropping his face in his hands. "I'm a ragingmess because of the way you're dressed, Sei. There's nothing wrong."
Silence. A slither of cloth over cloth. Then, "The way I'm dressed." Not a question.
"Yes. You look… you look really good, okay? When we're on the field, or we're training, I mean, it's hot, but I'm used to it. It helps that I see a lot of it every day anyway. There are some massive dudes on Enma. But, the… the all this, with the sleeves. Did you have to do that?" Sena almost whined before bursting into self-deprecating chuckles.
"The sleeves. I rolled up my sleeves." Shin sounded absolutely dumbfounded. The chuckles became outright guffaws and Sena finally dropped his hands. He gripped the counter on either side of his hips and laughed.
"I swear, I'll be fine. I just needed to catch my breath for a second. You're kinda gorgeous and I forget that sometimes," Sena looked up, the corners of his eyes almost teary from his laughter and his cheeks still pink. Shin was just staring at him, eyes wide and hands dropped to his sides.
"Because of the way I'm dressed, you were affected like… this?" Shin said slowly as he stepped forward. Sena had to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from pouting, eyes glancing away again.
"Well, yeah. It's different and it fits so good. And the color- anyway. Aren't there things I wear that… that affect yout?" Sena mumbled bashfully. He started slightly when Shin's hands fell to the counter next to his. Big brown eyes glanced up into Shin's, startled.
"There was one time."
Sena gulped at the dark intensity building in Shin's gaze. "Y-yeah?" he breathed out.
"When you wore my sweatshirt."
Sena frowned, confused, wondering what Shin was talking about. Then, his eyes popped open wide. "You mean at the temple? When it rained?"
Shin nodded once as his glance raked down Sena's chest, distance and hazy as if picturing it again.
"You could… you could give me… something of yours to keep? I wouldn't mind, like, your old high school jersey, or something?" Sena offered, shuffling and fidgeting with his cuffs.
The sharp inhale had Sena blinking and gaping up at Shin's expression. It was shuttered and his eyes were closed as if against pain, but that was a lot more telling than it would've been even a few months ago. "Oh. Okay. Yeah, we should do that. I can sleep in it, or something. That'd be okay, right?"
"Yes." The word was gritty and rough.
"So we should go finish din-" Sena broke off when Shin's broad hands moved, one to bury into the hair at the back of his head, and the other to rest- heavy and warm even through the waistcoat and shirt- on his waist. Their eyes met and locked, Sena shuddering as he gripped at the sides of Shin's bright shirt.
"Would you really wear it?"
Sena nodded quickly, licking his dry lips with the tip of his tongue. "I… I didn't actually think there was something like that that you noticed about me. I know you think I'm attractive! I do! I get it now! But I thought it was kinda… a me thing? Not a 'what I look like thing'?" Sena winced a little as he said it, feeling somehow self-effacing and boastful at once.
Shin huffed and brushed his nose over Sena's. Sena had to bite back something that felt suspiciously like a giggle in his throat. Did Shin even notice he just Eskimo kissed him?
"You're beautiful, Sena."
Sena stared, mouth parting, and the incremental distance between them made the moment too intense, too serious, to be real.
"I don't notice those things. I know this color goes well with your specific complexion, I know the clothes accentuate you figure and your body well. But I don't need them to know I find you beautiful."
Sena pressed his palms flat to Shin's abdomen, sliding up to his chest, as his expression softened, smile growing. He probably looked stupidly and absurdly in love, but he didn't even care.
"You're not supposed to call boys beautiful."
"I never held myself to conventional standards before."
Sena barked a soft laugh, then wrapped his arms easily around Shin's neck and sank into the inevitable kiss.
He liked that. Inevitable kiss. A year ago, he never thought a kiss from Shin would be inevitable. He never thought he'd be hiding in a bathroom of a much-too fancy restaurant, with Shin's hands on him and their chests pressed so closely together he could feel Shin's breaths- chest expanding, collapsing- against his own. Sena hoped and daydreamed with the best of the lovelorn, but a part of him had been so sure he'd never get so lucky.
"Happy anniversary," Sena whispered against Shin's lips. He didn't have to open his eyes to see his smile, that smile that was Sena's, that barest of curves at the edges of Shin's mouth.
Sena pushed up on his toes then, leaning his whole weight into Shin's, pressing them from thigh to chest, arms holding him up, as he slanted his mouth under Shin's with a suddenness that had his taller partner having to take a step back to re-position his balance. The surprised grunt, and the automatic reaction of arms thrown around his slender waist, had Sena internally fistpumping in triumph. His fists twisted into that shirt, which was as soft and slick and velvety as it looked, and his tongue flicked out to swipe over Shin's lip. Spring was nicer to Shin's skin than winter, his lips soft and smooth under Sena's, quickly warming and damp as the kiss deepened. He'd finally gotten the hang of this kind of kissing and breathing through his nose- they'd kissed that much, he thought giddily- and it was fantastic. Being able to map out the exact taste and shape of Shin's mouth, sliding tongue over tongue, lips slipping only to catch again and press harder. The counter bit into his lower back, causing a quiet oof to escape him, but he took the opportunity to press his mouth to Shin's neck. Like he'd noticed just last week, their first time, it froze Shin solid until Sena set his teeth to skin, just enough to feel the flesh dimple with the flat pressure, and a shudder passed down Shin's larger frame.
And for a dizzying second, Sena felt it. That heady sense of knowledge. That he could affect Shin Seijuuro, reduce him to trembling with a press of teeth and lips, and he pulled that patch of skin into his mouth to suck harder, leaving behind a tribute to the moment. His mouth broke away with a surprised squeak when hands cupped his ass and hefted him right off his feet. He grinned feeling the counter under him, locked a leg over Shin's hip, and tipped his hips forward.
The quaking, deep-pitched groan was ripped out of both of them. Stilling them, hands gripping too tight and breaths too fast.
A quiet, polite-sounding knocking interrupted the warm bubble of them. The sheer annoyance on Shin's face when he glared towards the door could kill a man, and it had Sena hiding his face against Shin's neck just to stifle the fevered giggles. It was definitely giggles.
"E-Excuse me, but I really need to allow other customers to enter the facilities," murmured the vaguely familiar voice of… of… who? The bathroom attendant!
"Oh my god," Sena whimpered in utter humiliation. "We're in the bathroom."
"Let's leave."
"Eh? But dinner?" Sena protested in surprise. Shin actually looked conflicted. Long enough that the attendant knocked again. "We can always get it to go?"
Shin cupped Sena's face in his hands and pressed his mouth hard to Sena's in a quick, fierce, mind-bending kiss.
"I take that as a yes?" Sena mumbled when Shin pulled away and gently set Sena back on his feet.
"Yes."
Sena hid his flaming face in his hand, letting Shin yank him past the few waiting patrons. His boyfriend was literally going to drag him out of an insanely expensive classy restaurant so they could go have sex. If Suzuna were around, she'd probably nod in approval and say something about having priorities in the right order. They went straight to the host podium and Shin almost brusquely demanded their food to be boxed and his driver to be called around. Which was trippy as fuck.Didn't this happen in dramas or something!?
Sena was holding a large paper bag in his lap, the bottom burning the top of his thighs, and sitting in the back seat of Hoshino's limo what felt like seconds later. Maybe it was the champagne making his head this spinny, but he had a feeling it was the more the constant weight of Shin's hand on his back.
"This is your key, Shin-san," Hoshino said with a bow and discreetly passing of a small white rectangle into Shin's hand when they got out of the car a while later. "I hope to see you again soon, Kobayakawa-kun." He tipped his hat at Sena when the smaller man stumbled out on Shin's heels.
"O-Oh, um, yes, you, too! Please, Sena is f-fine! And tell the Shins we really appreciate their generosity. Dinner was very good and the clothes are very nice. I'll take care of them so I can return them."
"I'm pretty sure they're yours, Kobayakawa-kun."
"Ehh?! B-But-"
"Argue with my mother about it later. Good night, Hoshino."
Sena swore he heard Hoshino stifle a chuckle at their expense before bowing and going back to the car.
"Don't be rude to him, Seijuuro!" Sena hissed, even as he kept pace with Shin's rapid strides into the hotel. Ritzy was definitely a good descriptor for it, too. But he barely caught sight of marble floors and chandeliers and giant vases of perfectly arranged bouquets, before Shin was herding him into a –
"Is this a gold elevator!?" Sena shrieked, gazing around himself in shock.
"It's not real gold."
"I know that!" Sena gulped and back up against the wall while Shin stalked towards him. "Wh-What are you doing? We're a-almost there!"
"Mhm," Shin agreed even as his hands fell to Sena's waist, gripping tight the loose material of the open waistcoat and pulling them close. The doggy-bag fell with a rustle and a thump.
"Really, we can wait," Sena demurred.
But his hands had fallen to Shin's bare wrists, sliding up forearms and staring down at them and wondering just how that was so hot. Sleeves should not be a sexy thing. Right? Shin ignored the feeble argument; not that Sena could blame him, he was ignoring it, too. They both met in the middle, mouths colliding, not even warming up first before going straight into the heady, head-spinning kind of kiss. Hands were almost frantic, pulling the tails of Shin's shirt out of his waistband to slide up bare skin, curving down the shape of Sena's back and hips and butt, erasing any space between them. They were panting harshly, sharing too hot breaths, lips sticking and catching in sounds that reverberated in the small space. The dainty ping! of the elevator almost went unheeded.
With a disgruntled huff, Shin pulled away and yanked Sena with him. Sena staggered after him, barely remembering to snatch the bag back up again, eyes already heavy-lidded and mouth feeling swollen and bruised. He couldn't stop pressing his fingers to his mouth, bag or no bag to make it awkward, thumb brushing over too sensitive skin as his other hand clasped Shin's tightly. The door blinked green with the swipe of the card and Sena swung into the room ahead of Shin. It was too dark, even after the dimness of the hallway. Then, Shin slotted the keycard into the wall reader and the low-setting lights bathed the fancy room in golden light.
"Did we… did we check in?" Sena wondered, very belatedly, eyes on the bed.
A hand fell on his shoulder, turning him and then pushing him up against the nearest wall. Shin gently took the take-out bag away, dropped it on the nearest shelf, then loomed into Sena's personal bubble.
"Didn't need to," Shin stated simply, focused on Sena's tie. Sena swallowed hard, throat audibly clicking as black silk slid through those big, calloused hands. It was tossed like unwanted trash across the room and the waistcoat followed quickly. With its condom... they probably wouldn't need it right now.
"I think…I think we shouldn't just throw that-" the runningback tried to protest, even as his fingers eagerly began undoing the buttons- too many buttons- of Shin's yellow shirt. Somehow they were standing so close, barely enough room for their hands to fumble and bump in each other's way. Their shoes were kicked off with flinch-worthy thuds.
"They're clothes," Shin grumbled, shucking the red shirt aside. It fluttered to the ground, a pretty silken puddle on the ground, but Sena was too busy staring at Shin. He pulled the shirt down slowly, palms smoothing over the curve and bulge of muscle, heart thundering in his ears.
It took a bit of tugging, but the sleeves finally pulled over the last swell of muscle and Sena let it fall away. Just so his hands could be free to smooth back up again, fingers tracing abdominals, the smooth ridge of ribcage, the heavy indent just under the pectorals. As his hands trailed over shoulders, brushing into the short, fine hairs on the back of Shin's neck, he looked up into Shin's dark, heated gaze.
"Hold me up?" Sena whispered, sounding almost too much like a demand to be a request.
Shin's nostrils flared lightly, but his hands reached down to grip the back of Sena's thighs and he was hefted up with a quiet grunt and held against the smooth, cool wall at his back. Sena murmured a satisfied yeah, sunk his hands into Shin's hair, and placed an open-mouthed, desperate kiss to Shin's lips. He felt the pleased hum down into his bones. Bracing his weight against the wall, feeling secure in the hold of Shin's solid, tensed arms, Sena rocked forward. His thighs tightened around Shin's hips as they panted and gasped, grinding too hard, too fast, so good. His belt was cutting into his stomach, but the idea of pulling away from the hot pressure against his groin was agonizing. When he shifted just right and found the heavy line of Shin's cock through his pants, lining them up together perfectly, Sena moaned eagerly, hips thrusting forward faster.
"Off."
"No," Sena whined desperately. He blinked and yanked away so fast his head hit the wall. "I'm sorry I mean, y-yes. O-Of course, was I-"
"Sena." Shin gasped, forehead thumping to the curve of Sena's neck. "Just. The pants."
"Oh. Oh, yeah, let's," Sena shoved his hands down between them, earnestly yanking and pulling at belts with shaking hands. It took a bit of wriggling, but he managed to push Shin's grey slacks down far enough that they fell on their own the rest of the way to the floor. Baring his navy blue boxer briefs that already had a small damp patch of darker blue. He set his thumb to the wetness, rubbing gently and then smoothing down the length of him. A hand slammed into the wall behind Sena's head, and his heartbeat racheted up, mouth drying, but something hot and heavy settled low in his stomach. Making him ache. He scrambled to unbuckle his own belt and shove both pants and briefs down. Only to have them stop short, blocked by Shin's pelvis. Sena dropped his head, thudding forehead to Shin's collarbone.
"Sena, take them off."
"I'm going! Just, wait, I gotta," he wriggled a bit, making Shin hiss and curl his hand into a fist against the wall. Sena's feet hit the ground and his pants were pushed down and kicked away. He took the moment before climbing back up Shin like a sexy, sturdy tree to hook his thumbs in the elastic band of Shin's underwear and slowly rolled them down, and over and off.
It was probably over too soon, but it felt like an eternity. Of them panting brands into each other's skin, a too hard bite to Sena's throat, and soft confessions that had them both shaking. When they both spiralled back down to Earth, gravity won at last, with a giant fuck you, and they both slid down. Shin's knees hit hard, Sena's bare bum hitting cold tile. But they just breathed hard and painful, gulping down air and hands clutching at slippery skin.
"My socks are still on," Sena realized dumbly.
Shin's hands convulsed where they grasped at him, then he curled around his smaller partner and genuine laughter bubbled out of him. Scratchy, raspy, and nearly silent, he huffed and shook with chuckles. Sena smiled dazedly up at him.
"You look beautiful when you laugh," he said drunkenly. Drunken in a way alcohol never accomplished. He felt like he was champagne. Bubbly and a million bucks a bottle.
And he was cum-stupid. So cumdumb.
"Bed please?" he whimpered pitifully.
"Shower," Shin replied. Sena pouted.
"Bed."
"Really?"
"Yes. Bed. Grab a-a-" Sena wiggled and flailed around until he spotted them. "There! Towels! We'll just wipe off the worst and sleep. We can shower properly in the morning. Together?"
He bargained hopefully, eyes wide and pleading. Shin huffed again, eyes not quite rolling, but nodded and slowly dragged them both up. Somehow, Sena ended up with his legs hooked over Shin's arm, the other cradling his back to keep him pressed close to Shin's chest, despite the sticky mess between them.
"I thought I appreciated your arms before. It was not enough," he mumbled, giggling and sighing when he was dropped onto the bed. It was fluffy and bouncy and huge and pillows. He snagged a giant one and buried his face in it.
He was out like a light before Shin came back with a towel.
Shin scoffed quietly and wiped down Sena's utterly lax body as best he could, making sure to get the worst of the mess. He perfunctorily wiped himself down, sighing in relief when he finally got to slump onto the bed himself. The movement had the already snoring Sena rolling closer. Long, still warm and damp limbs wrapped around Shin as the runningback snuggled close, disregarding the pillow he'd just been koala-ing to nuzzle against the ball of Shin's shoulder and throw an arm over Shin's torso. Shin pulled the loose sheet over them and pressed his nose to the crown of Sena's hair, eyes closed and arms tight around Sena's waist. "Happy anniversary."
Sena mumbled incoherently, and smiled in his sleep.
A/N: So y'all got pretty much everything but the super descriptive peen parts. So, *jazz hands*
but srsly tho. why is all my porn almost 20 pages long? CAN'T I JUST HAVE SIMPLE FUN SEXY TIEMS? NOOOOO gotta have fucking BACKSTORY. I will do an PWP one day! That won't be posted here... BUT YEAH. I feel like the actual peen parts were too short compared to the build up. I need to work on this. ANYWAY, I HOPED YOU ENJOYED IT!