sweetdevil | 15th ♫ | words don't mean a damn thing tonight

[Birthday sex? Birthday sex. Who should start?]

[ It's been, to put it mildly, a day. A good day, yes, but an exhausting one and Yuuri is all new peopled out, thank you very much. It's a relief when it's finally a decent enough time to retreat away from everything and have some peace and quiet. Relative peace and quiet, anyway.

She's too keyed up to sleep but she makes herself shower and change into her pajamas anyway, even if she knows it's a lost cause. She even lets out the huffiest sigh imaginable as she sits herself down on the bed -- no point in bothering to lay down yet if she knows she's not going to sleep.

She's fidgeting with the clover necklace -- she hasn't taken it off all day and she certainly doesn't intend to any time soon. ]

You know, it's a good job I didn't make any plans for today. It's safe to say they would've been derailed just a little, don't you think?

Well, our new buddies definitely knocked all my plans out of whack.

[Now that he's had a moment to himself to calm down, he's a little annoyed with their timing, honestly. The whole Business with Noctis, Xander's meeting, talking Church through whatever it was he saw in CT's files--he's barely spent any time with Yuuri at all, except to give her her present. It stirs something in his chest to see her wearing it still, something excited and affectionate. But then, when does he ever not feel that way, when it comes to Yuuri?

Junpei closes his laptop and puts it on the nightstand, rolling from his stomach to his side to look at her, then sits up to pull her back to his chest, arms loose around her waist as he nuzzles into the hair above her ear.]

I can't believe we let you do all that work on your birthday. We're fired, all of us.

[His own nerves are still buzzing from the influx of people. He kisses her cheek, then noses the base of her neck, down the gentle slope of her shoulder.]

[ She gives a fond little hum and leans back against him, dropping her hand from the necklace so she can set it on top of his. ]

Mmm, well it wasn't all the work exactly. I had a few helpers here and there. But for all the food we ended up making... maybe it was a little much.

[ She brushes her thumb over the back of his hand and tilts her head back just a little to bump it gently against his. ]

Especially since I'm supposed to be 'ojou-sama' too. Maybe you are fired, unless you can convince me otherwise.

Convince you, huh?

[There's a pleasant hum in his voice at that, the beginnings of a rumble in his chest against her back. He really had made plans for this day, plans to let Yuuri enjoy everything she deserved. And as happy as he is to have half-doubled their forces, he's eager to spend the last hours of Yuuri day focused on Yuuri.

His fingertips ghost briefly across her stomach before coming to rest on her side, thumb rubbing idly up and down.]

I might have an idea or two about that.

[He shifts to one side so he can see her face. His own definitely gives away that he has Intentions.]

You still in the mood to be spoiled, princess?

[ Her smile's a little coy when she tilts her head towards him, hair spilling loosely over her shoulder and her eyes glittering. But then her expression betrays her just a bit when she blinks in surprise and her cheeks go a little pink as she registers princess. It's definitely silly of her -- he's been playfully calling her ojou-sama for months, so princess shouldn't really make her heart skip a beat like it does.

But then her smile slides back into place, still coy but a little softer before and her eyes are dark and warm. ]

Maybe I am. Especially if you're going to keep calling me that. And it is my birthday. Being spoiled is the least of what I should expect, I think.

Oh, good. Then maybe all that planning I did won't go completely to waste.

[Aw ye they gon FRICK.

He moves in to kiss her, soft at first press but long and slow, like a promise for the night. He has one arm around her waist still, and the other comes up to frame her face a moment, then tuck that gorgeous hair back behind her ear.]

I mean it, you know. A total spoil-a-thon. I don't want you to have to lift a finger tonight, Yuuri-no-kimi.

[Cradling her face once more, he kisses between her eyes--"Yuuri"--then the shell of her ear--"no"--then the side of her neck--"kimi."]

[ His breath's warm and even though Yuuri's not really that ticklish, not at her neck anyway, she feels herself squirm a little once his mouth presses there. All her own breath comes out in a soft, heated little laugh and she leans into him, her hands stealing up so she can loosely wrap her arms around his neck and pull him in a little closer. ]

Not a single finger? Really?

[ It certainly doesn't sound like a complaint. If he says he's going to spoil her, if he's going to call her princess and Yuuri-no-kimi tonight then what sort of fool would she be to ever say no? ]

I think I like the sound of that. Especially if you've been making plans.

[He hums a laugh into her skin and tugs ever-so-lightly at her earlobe with his teeth.]

Mm-hmm. And me usually so anti-forward thinking.

[His hand slides down her side, brushing over the bottom of her ribcage, following the curve of her waist, hold settling on her hip.]

I dunno, though. Can I trust you not to try to take over? It's a delicate operation, and you know what they say about too many hands.

[At that, Junpei unfolds his other arm from around her and gently takes her hand, bringing it close to his lips but not kissing it yet, watching her intently from over her fingers.]

Mmm, well, if you've made plans like you say, then it'd be rude for me to just take over.

[ That's not exactly a yes and there's a gleam to her eyes that can only really be called mischievous. She's not going to just steamroll over everything if he's taken the time to actually plan this. The idea of him actually doing all that is both sweet and frankly, kind of hot so she's not about to derail it.

But it's still all part of the fun to at least pretend it's on the table. ]

I promise I'll do my best not to, then. Is that good enough?

Hmmm.

[He lowers his head until his lips are just barely brushing her knuckles, then takes her other hand, too, so he can plant a row of kisses all along them both.]

I dunno. How would you feel if I took out some insurance, just in case?

[While he's still clearly trying to sound confident and sexy, it's a real question, too. The uncertainty shows up in the rising tone of his asking, in the openness of his eyes.

And, as if to demonstrate, he gently brings both her hands behind her back and holds them there, not too strong, but enough for her to get the idea.]

[ She's still got a wry little smile on her face and she tilts her head, mouth half-open to ask exactly what he means. And then-- ]

... ah--

[ -- he goes and demonstrates and she's not quite sure what to say in response. It's certainly not the kind of thing she'd ever be able to ask of him, even if it's an idea she's entertained before embarrassment makes that train of thought derail itself.

But here he is, offering to do it like he knows she's thought about it and he's lead up to it with princess and saying he won't let her lift a finger and-- is it hot in here suddenly? Or maybe it's just the feverish heat that's suddenly lighting up her face.

She fidgets a little, and her smile's gone. But it's not exactly a frown that's on her face and she certainly doesn't sound against the idea when she actually speaks up. ]

So-- so that was the idea all along, was it? I, um... I guess if it is, then I don't...

[ Come on, Yuuri. You can do better than that, can't you? ]

I wouldn't mind. Not even a little bit.

Yeah?

[Wow. Okay. That's not a no, 'not a no' is happening, here. She's blushing, and Junpei's not exactly easily flustered but he's a little hot around the face, too. Because what he's saying here isn't that he knows she's thought about it. He's not that kind of psychic. (Well, he is, but not with her.)

What he's saying is he's been thinking about it, too. And if that isn't proof of morphogenetic field theory, what is?

Junpei clears his throat and swings her arms idly instead of holding them there, giving her an out.]

Uh, I mean. You don't have to. It's your birthday, what you say goes, here. Ah, generally. My plans are still my plans, it's just--the broad strokes, that's you. So if you don't want to...

[ Ah, and he was doing so well, too. It's silly but it almost feels like a bit of a relief to see him stumble like that and have to catch himself. It makes her feel a little less of a fool for being so caught off guard and, well... more importantly, it's cute. It's so rare that she sees him like this and she's thoroughly charmed every time it happens.

Maybe playing coy is a little mean, then. If he's even a little flustered then suggesting this must've taken some guts and the least she can do is be a bit more honest.

She leans in a little so she can kiss him, just once and briefly and when she pulls back, she's still red faced but there's a smile there now, too. ]

No, I want to. I... I think I'd like it?

[ the upturn of her voice betrays her nervousness a little but -- it's Junpei, isn't it? She trusts him more than enough for something like this. ]

[There we go, that's what he wanted to hear. Junpei's not used to feeling nervous, and he welcomes its dissipation, leaving behind incredible fondness for Yuuri, for this girl who's with him, here and now, so beautiful and so brave.

He gently tugs her a little closer again and kisses her longer, savoring the moment, this warmth and the flutter of anticipation. When he pulls back, he's not so red-faced, and his smile's starting to betray his excitement. He releases her hands to brush her hair back from her face.]

Under the bed, then. Part two of your present, princess.

[It's even wrapped. Of course he'd go all out for Yuuri's birthday, of course presentation's a vital part of a present.

Also, on the off chance someone who wasn't Yuuri happened to check, they wouldn't have immediately seen Junpei bought freaking bondage rope.]

Under the bed?

[ It's not like it's hard to guess what it might be considering the track they're on but Yuuri's still not quite sure what she expects to see when she goes and looks. Not that she can see much just leaning off the bed as she is but she feels around carefully and her fingers nudge against something wrapped in slick paper.

Easing it out from under the bed, she lets out a soft huff of laughter and when she pulls it up onto the bed with them, she turns her bemused smile back to Junpei. ]

... you wrapped it? Really?

[ It's certainly not an admonishment going by the grin on her face as she gets to unwrapping the paper. Of course he'd take the time to wrap something like this. Of course Junpei of all people would. ]

You really did have this all planned.

Of course I did. It's your birthday. By definition, that's not a thing that happens every day.

[His hand moves to the small of her back as he watches her open the package, fingers playing up and down her spine.]

And twenty's a pretty significant number. Wouldn't want it to go by without a proper celebration.

[Because tying someone up for their birthday is super proper. On the other hand, he really did put a lot of time and effort into preparing. He did research, he practiced wrapping and tying, he broke in the rope; he's so, so glad she said yes, or else, fuck, he probably would have had to give it to Church so his hard work wouldn't go to waste, and that's not something Junpei wants to contemplate literally ever.

When the taped corners finally come up, when the undyed jute rope's exposed to her sight and touch, he touches her wrist and murmurs in her ear:]

Last chance, birthday girl. If you like it, give it to me and we'll get started. If not, or if you want a rain check, we can toss it back under the bed and go more traditional tonight.

Edited 2018-01-03 20:51 (UTC)

[ Ah, he's giving her an out again. He's given her so many and -- well, it's not like she's ever mistrusted Junpei, not since the moment she realized he was trustworthy at all. But the fact that he keeps giving her the opportunity to say no is probably why she feels comfortable enough to give him a yes. ]

Alright.

[ She's red-faced all over again, suddenly a little unsure -- more of herself than what they're about to do and she feels a little flutter of nerves in her stomach, like they're on the Fantasy Sweet all over again, like she's stood there in the doorway, fidgeting with the hem of that babydoll and asking Is this too much?

But she goes ahead and just... hands it over, trying not to look too much like she's all a-fluster. ]

You're-- well, I know that was the idea all along, but you really are going to have to take the lead. I don't really have any idea where you're supposed to start with. All this.

[ and goodness, does she hope that Junpei does. ]

I might legit have to hunt down flustered icons

[ Maybe it's just good self-preservation to date your informant. Maybe it's just a good idea to keep the girl who somehow finds out everything everyone tries to hide and who has a rather unsettling amount of seemingly shady connections close. Or maybe crimeboy's just really into yandere girls. I'm not about to kinkshame.

Whatever the reason, they're dating. Tei's very vocally happy about this whole affair, of course. There's been a whole lot of handholding and feeding him from bentos and all sorts of disgustingly tender things like that. And of course, it's ended up with Tei up in his bedroom on a night there's no one else in the cafe, plopping herself down on the bed like she owns the place. ]

A-ki-ra-kuuuuuun! ♥ [ jesus christ that heart is practically audible ] Are you gonna come sit with me or just stand there forever? It's super rude to keep a cute girl waiting, you know.

Edited 2017-10-01 23:08 (UTC)

[he sighs and clucks his tongue, but comes over to sit with her]

So bossy.

What's wrong with that? I have it on good authority that someone here happens to like bossy girls.

[ the question should not be "how does she know that" but "how LONG has she known that" ]

It's nothing to be ashamed of! Everyone's got preferences.

Edited (WROOONG ICON) 2017-10-02 06:57 (UTC)

I'm not ashamed.

[he leans back on his hands, looking up at the star stickers on the ceiling. His face is blank but his tone suggests teasing]

Im just saying it's not cute.

Eeeh, that's rude, you know. What a mean thing to say, right to my face! You're the worst, Akira-kun, just the worst.

[ and yet, she sounds so happy. this is ridiculous. ]

I think you'd better say something nice to make up for it, don't you?

Something nice.

[ THWAPPING HIM WITH HER SWEATER SLEEVE ]

Are you going to take this seriously or not?!

[And with his scary good reflexes he catches her hand after being twapped, bringing it to his lips to kiss her knuckles, keeping pressed against them even when he speaks]

Of course. What would you have me do then?

Now that's more like it.

[ Aah, look, she's blushing. Don't you just feel so safe when it's paired with that fucking smile, huh Akira. ]

In that case, I think you should compliment me. Tell me how cute I look tonight, after all the effort I put in. ♥

Hmm, but you always look cute. But you definitely accented it tonight.

Ding ding ding! That's the correct answer.

[ which makes you wonder if there was an incorrect answer and just how that might've shaken out. ]

That means you've earned a prize. ♥ What would you like, Akira-kun?

How about... a kiss?

15th ♫ | words don't mean a damn thing tonight

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Callin' out Rii-san

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you know why I'm here

time to rank 10 this boy into submission

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