Aside from starting almost half an hour late, the show goes smoothly. Iori's makeup doesn't cover the bruise completely, and it gradually swells throughout the night, but the audience doesn't seem to care. Maybe it makes him look cooler.
Kyo meets him backstage afterwards, a wide grin on his face. Iori feels a bit warm– whether it's from the performance or Kyo, he's not sure.
"You looked good up there. Like… in your element," Kyo brushes his fingers against Iori's arm. Iori shies away a bit, but no one else is around, so he allows the contact.
"Thanks," he mumbles. He silently puts his bass away and zips up the case. "How'd you get back here earlier? And now?"
"Through the door?" Kyo shrugs.
"Yes but– but wasn't there anyone– actually, never mind," Iori mumbles. "I'm tired. And hungry."
"Let's go. We can pick up drinks and dinner on the way instead of having it here," Kyo suggests. "You've… had a long night." Iori nods and they head towards the door. Maybe the night isn't totally ruined.
Iori collapses onto the sofa as soon as they get back to his apartment. They eat quietly in the living room. And then Kyo, the darling he is, cleans up afterwards and even does the dishes for him. Iori at least follows him to the kitchen and helps with that.
"Can I kiss you?"
Iori rolls his eyes. "We've been dating for a month. You don't have to keep asking, you know."
"Um… so is that a yes, or…?"
"Yes," Iori sighs.
Kyo gently rests his hand on Iori's waist, leans in, and brushes his lips against the redhead's. Iori's eyes narrow at him as he pulls away.
"You call that a kiss?" He pulls Kyo back by the belt loops of his pants and firmly presses their lips together. They part after a few moments, faces flushed. Kyo can't seem to meet his eyes, and settles for looking anywhere but Iori.
Iori clears his throat. "Do you wanna make out on the couch?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Stop touching my face," Kyo whines as Iori tries rubbing his lipstick off of Kyo's mouth, but he's tipsy and it's not working.
"Hang on, it's almost… no, I give up," Iori removes his hands from Kyo's face and wraps them around his waist instead.
"I have to pee. Let me go." Kyo tries to stand, but his boyfriend holds him in place.
"No."
"Then I'll just piss on you." Kyo laughs at the face Iori makes at that statement. The redhead lets him go.
The only bathroom in Iori's apartment is next to his room, so he lies on his bed while Kyo is in there. After he comes out, Iori goes to remove his makeup. He finds Kyo curled up next to Zarathustra on his bed. Kyo isn't sneezing, so he pays the cat no mind.
"Kyo," Iori says, standing in the doorway. Iori opens his mouth to say something else, but it doesn't come out.
"Iori," Kyo turns to him, eyes full of mirth. "What's up?"
"I was thinking… maybe we could…"
"We could…?" Kyo raises an eyebrow.
"Huh. So it is your natural hair color."
Iori's entire face goes red. He props himself up on his forearms to look at Kyo, who's settled between his legs. All he wanted to do was be intimate with his boyfriend, not… whatever the fuck this was.
"It makes your dick look nice," Kyo flicks his hair out of his face– how can he be so nonchalant in front of a dick? "I mean, not that it would look nice without it. Just… the red really makes it stand out, y'know?"
"Kyo," Iori lets himself fall back, throwing an arm over his eyes, "please shut the fuck up."
"Okay!"
That's the only warning Iori gets before Kyo swallows his dick.
When Iori first walked into Daimon's Coffee, he hadn't expected much aside from a hot cup of coffee and a place to do his work in peace. But then Kyo happened. And said man is currently lying next to him, buck-naked, reading the latest chapter of Dragon Ball Super on his phone, with Iori's head resting on his chest.
Kyo presses his lips to Iori's forehead. Iori hums, content.
It's nice. He could get used to this.