icarusalsoflew | 003. and in every raindrop... // open post.

[He is perfectly fine with this. You make him feel less like he's over a thousand years old, and more like the young man that he really ought to be at the moment.

Saying this, oh-so-casually, as he's keeping his gaze on his surroundings instead of turning back to face you.]

Is that your way of saying me that you can keep me up all night and have me be as loud as you like?

[He knows what turns you on, kid.]

[ Just this smile, babe.

He's got a couple of ideas on how to go about keeping you both occupied for the evening. ]

[Sometimes, he likes it when you are horrible.

Oh, and don't mind him as he leans back against your body, tilts his head up to kiss your jaw --

-- and move his free hand around, so that he can feel you up through the fabric of your pants.

He can be horrible too. Maybe you should count yourself lucky that the trams are automated, and there are only a handful of people on board with the two of you.]

Edited 2014-06-27 05:04 (UTC)

[ Wait--

What are you-- ]

Stop that. [ You. Are. Awful. Christ.

Yes, he's catching your wrist and sending you a look ( it's ruined by the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth ) with one arched brow. ]

Why? The ride is long, and I'm bored.

[And you're right here, and you've been so completely perfect tonight that he would very much like to find the fastest way of working you up so that you can fuck him properly.]

[ You're getting a light forehead bump and him trying to bite back the grin on his lips because of that. ]

It only feels long because you're impatient.

[ Softer though. ] There are also people.

That shouldn't be a problem if you can keep quiet.

[Might this be revenge for the way you push him? Maybe. It could also be him trying to at least have a bit of fun at your expense before you ruin him later, because he is pretty sure that you will. He doesn't even have to know what you're planning on doing yet.]

[ You're getting his fingers tightening around your wrist then and a shake of his head even as he leans back in to whisper. ]

If you behave you can ask me to do anything [ there's a bit of stress on that last part ] later. No questions, no protests.

[ There's a look in his eyes that'll show you that he means it. This is his other present to you, and he knows that there are things you wouldn't have asked of him before. ]

Or I could continue to be terrible, and you can punish me accordingly.

[He's teasing you now, though, because even as he's snapping right back with his usual wit, he's dutifully withdrawing that offending hand.

It's enough, at the moment, that he has planted a possible suggestion in your head.]

[ He's glancing briefly towards the tram doors, as if willing the thing to arrive at the West District faster, before he's turning back to you. ]

Be terrible on purpose and I'll change my mind about the ideas I've been entertaining in my head. [ Tongue in cheek now. He'll take your suggestion and leave you guessing anyway. He's got no illusions of novelty where what he has in mind is concerned, but the last time both of you explored something like that, it was totally unintentionall and done in the spur of the moment. Actual intent puts a slightly different spin on things. ]

[Feigning a dramatic sigh now.]

Fine. [And pouting, on cue.] I'll be good.

[He will be for the moment anyway...]

Edited 2014-06-27 06:47 (UTC)

[ He laughs at that and slides an arm around your waist in a brief hug, forehead to yours for the duration of that before he's pulling back.

The tram begins to slow some five minutes later, and he sneaks a quick peck over your lips as his fingers tangling through yours again because it's ( finally ) your stop. ]

You can torture me on the walk over.

But the walk's so short.

[Now he's just being petulant, because he knows that you'll at least find the way that he looks right now cute.

He's also letting you tug him along.]

[ He snorts. You are as awful as you are cute. Which is to say -- a lot.

This is why, when you're both some distance from.the tram but not quite yet inside of the West District, Josh veers you both into a conveniently secluded corner that is just dim enough for you both to hide in and drags you up against him.

Yes, this is so cliche but he is not going to apologize. No, neither of you are going to get caught because even as he's giving due attention to that sweet spot of yours right beneath your jawline, he's keeping an eye out ( and may be feeling around, just a quick scan ) for anyone who might spot the two of you. ]

Edited 2014-06-29 00:11 (UTC)

[Since he's sure that you'll take care of scouting for the both of you, he's just going to focus on enjoying what you're attempting to do. He arches his neck and makes a satisfied noise against the side of your face, and immediately shifts in order to fit right up against your body, as if he ought to be the clothes that you're wearing. (He'll be your skin later, when the two of you fuck.)

Now, to let his legs tangle between yours (hence that not-so-innocent brush of his knee against your crotch), and let his palms slide over your body (and sneak, a few heartbeats down the line, underneath the hem of shirt and over the bare skin of your back).]

[ That's a sharp intake of breath from him then, when your leg brushes up against him and he presses into that, his hands catching both of yours and tangling your fingers together as he steals a kiss from your lips. ]

We should-- [ that's murmured breathlessly ] --head to the house.

And I was under the impression that you were ready to fuck me right here.

[He's teasing. Mostly.

Anyway, taking a kiss of his own from your lips before he's straightening up, flashing a crooked smile in your direction just once, then tugging you along. He knows the way anyway.]

Edited 2014-06-29 06:51 (UTC)

[ He's going to be watching you quietly on that walk over, lagging just a little behind as you tug him along.

This is... nice. It's really nice. It makes his heart hurt a little to think of how seeing you like this is definitely something that makes his day ( or week, or month. )

When you both get to that porch, he'll switch things around and head up those steps and fish out his keys from where they're tucked in his pocket and focus on opening that front door. ]

[Your boy, in the meantime, is dutifully right behind you, watching you open the house for you both, smiling.

It's hard to believe, in moments like this, that it took so much to get the two of you to this point. Sometimes, it makes him happy in a way that might have made a lesser man cry.]

[ Why won't the damn key — oh, there.

He's sending a smile that's caught with the top row of his teeth your way, and then he's catching your hand and all but dragging you inside.

Privacy. At goddamn last.

He's going to pin you to the nearest wall, by the way, and shut the door with his foot. ]

[He really likes it when you smile like that by the way --

-- okay. Hold on. Private space = good. Being pinned to wall = excellent. You close = perfection.

No, he's not ashamed to show how much this pleases him. Did he ever shy away or show any sign of shame since the two of you met up tonight? No. So have another Look, and another tiny little smirk against your lips before he's taking your mouth with his and getting right back to exploring them rather thoroughly.

When he comes up for air (which takes a while, mind you:)]

You better start walking me up those stairs before I decide to strip you down and have you fuck me right here.

[He's starting to feel like his clothes are too damned tight on him at the moment, and neither of you have done much of anything. Guess that's a pretty good indicator of how he wants you so fucking much.]

[ And because you issued that threat: have another kiss, love, this time with the faintest hint of teeth. That's also his hand tugging at that shirt of yours out of those pants you've tucked them into so that he can touch the skin underneath. ]

I'd love to do that, babe. But I'd rather not get in trouble.

[ Palm over your stomach now, and then lower, over the bulge of your cock beneath the fabric of your pants.

Yeah. Upstairs might be a good idea. ] Let's go get your present.

[At this point, the mere skim of your palms over him is enough to make his stomach tighten, and push him to lean against you since he's suddenly weak in the knees/so badly in need of you close.]

Yes. Please.

[Do excuse the lack of eloquence, LaRue, and take some take responsibility for it while you're at it.]

[ He'll lead you upstairs then, to the hallway leading to his room. Like he said earlier, it's just the two of you tonight.

There, on the bed, is the book, by the way. He didn't have time to wrap it, but sometimes, giftwrap is overrated anyway.

Those are his arms coming around your waist, and have a kiss on the side of your head to boot. ]

Advanced happy birthday, Hikaru.

[At least the walk gives him a bit of time to at least try and compose himself. It isn't as easy as it should be, though, because he kind of really fucking wants you.

But let's hold that thought for a moment, because the sight of your gift is enough for him to distract him.

Yes, you're treated to the rare sight of one Hikaru Shinta genuinely awed and happy and pushed beyond words. He looks his age now, as he's picking up that book, and letting his fingers run over the cover and the spine before he opens it.

You really got this for him. Yes, you said as much, but now he's actually holding it in his hands while you're holding him close.]

Thank you.

[Because it can't be said enough. And he's saying it as he turns to you, all wide eyed and young.]

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