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

[ 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...]

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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.]

[ If he could punch a happy fist into the air he really, really would, because wow, shit, he wants to take the way you're looking at him at this very moment and commit it to memory. Forever.

He's leaning in and nuzzling your cheek as he pulls you back into him and threads his fingers together to lock you in that loose embrace. ]

You know, [ he's not even going to stop himself from smiling against your skin. ] When you look at me like that, you make me feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

The feeling's mutual, you know.

[That comes out a little soft from too much emotion, because there are few things that can match the kind of security and joy that he can get by just being with you like this.]

[ Wow, don't look at him like that ( no, always do, please ) those eyes of yours are kind of deadly. ]

I love you.

[ He's going to brush his lips up against that mouth of yours again, in a kiss that's going to try to start slow but spike quick because (a) alone in house, (b) you've worked him up, and (c) does he actually need any more reason than just the fact that he wants you? ]

[And he is perfectly all right with that kiss, and those unspoken reasons of yours. He's so fine with it, in fact, that before your lips even met his, his lips were already parting, and his eyes were already sliding shut as if doing that will help him taste you better.

Barely a minute in, and his body's easily swinging back into your space, back against your body. He's slowly, almost absently setting the book down in favor of letting his hand slide over your face. The better to let his fingers tangle themselves up in your hair, and help him hold you in place.]

[ There's a sigh when he can slide his tongue against your mouth in the hopes of coaxing yours out to play. He's also shifting nearer, hips flush against yours, palms moving now over the shape of your body as if he could let them memorize each dip and angle.

The familiar taste of you prompts a sound from the core of him: pleased, hungry, and so full of want. ]

I am so glad we're got the house to ourselves tonight.

[Making an amused sound as he's tracing your jawline.]

Should I assume that you planned it that way, or that we just got very lucky?

[By the way. Him sounding a little low and breathless? Your fault. He has kind of wanted you to fuck him since you came up to his room.]

We got lucky.

[ Hey. You're not the only one who's a little dizzy from the way all the blood's rushed from his head to... other places. ]

Babe... [ soft and warning now, ] you keep on touching me like that I can't guarantee that the buttons of your shirt will survive.

[Well, well, well.

Leaning in now, to trace your earlobe with his tongue nice and slow and say:]

That's kinky, Mr. LaRue. Kinky in a way that I really don't mind since I can always have you pay for damages.

[Would that be his other hand tracing its fingers down the length of one of your arms? Yep.]

[ Is that a breathless laugh escaping him? Yes, that is most definitely a breathless laugh escaping him.

He is also going to start backing you towards his bed. ]

I'd sooner buy you a new one, but your stylist might consider my budget too small to do your wardrobe justice.

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