iridescent | bxb

two

Tetsuya drew in a sharp breath, the wind whistling through his teeth. The man before him chuckled, pressing himself against Tetsuya's chest, gently undoing his tie, and placing his lips against his collarbone. Tetsuya shivered. Something that had been coiled up all day within him snapped, and he clumsily smashed his lips against the others in a sloppy kiss.

After a few seconds, Koi pulled back, laughing heartily. Tetsuya looked at him, stunned.

"Good lord, was that your first kiss or something?" Koi says with a giggle.

Tetsuya blushes, visibly flustered, but nods hastily. Koi doubles over in laughter once more, and gently presses a kiss to his cheek. He lets his arms wander on Tetsuya's chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, let his fingers linger longer than he should. Tetsuya's expression is one of wonder, of curiosity, of wanting to explore new things. He turns away from his exposed chest, bashful, and Koi chuckles once more, before once again leading him to that magical back room.

This time, Tetsuya was sober. There was no buzz of alcohol, just the restless pounding of his own heart. He was nervous, terrified even, but there was no turning back now.

"Relax," Koi whispers, his gentle hands pulling the shirt off his shoulders. "You're so tense."

"I feel...my heart...it's beating so fast..." Tetsuya mumbles, embarrassed. Koi only laughs.

The first thing Tetsuya notices is that Koi's hands are silken soft. The second thing he notices is that they're extremely skilled. Within seconds, he's undressed, his clothes folded and in a neat stack on a dresser near the bed. They're even turned the right way. Meticulous.

"This...isn't right..." Tetsuya stutters, taking a deep breath. He sits down on the bed, acutely aware of the fact that the only thing between him and his modesty was a pair of cotton undergarments.

Koi sits down by him, then lies in his lap, looking up at him. "What isn't?"

"You...me..." Tetsuya says with a sigh. "We're both...guys."

Koi rolls his eyes and lifts one of his hands up to Tetsuya's chest. He lazily drags his finger over Tetsuya's nipples, they're perkier than ever. He gives one a little flick, watching silently as Tetsuya's breath hitches.

"Your body doesn't seem to care," Koi says, his expression unreadable. "Why should you?"

"My parents always said that it was wrong..." Tetsuya mumbles, looking away.

"Mine are dead."

"So are mine, actually."

Koi doesn't even look mildly surprised, instead bursting out in peals of laughter. He gently nuzzles up to Tetsuya's warm chest. Tetsuya blushes, clearly not expecting a reaction like this. It was puzzling. Was he desensitized to trauma? How many times had someone told him their parents were dead for Tetsuya to receive a reaction like this? How many times had he told someone his parents were dead? Why did the words slip out of his mouth without even the slightest hint of hesitation?

Koi shifts, so that he's seated on Tetsuya's lap, his legs wrapped around the other's hips, his arms over his shoulders. He's lean, with broad shoulders and a tiny waist. God, Tetsuya could probably grip that waist in one hand. Koi looked up at him, eyes narrowed, a playful smile on his face. Tetsuya stared at him shamelessly, taking in every inch of his perfectly sculpted features, hidden behind see-through silk. Tetsuya supposed the man's skin was softer than the silks he wore.

"Go out with me," Tetsuya whispers. "Be mine."

"You've seen me twice. Go home." Koi says, rolling his eyes. "Just because you're kinda hot doesn't mean I'm going to bend over backward for you."

He wanted to study this man and the desires he created in the darkest depths of Tetsuya's mind. This blue-eyed doll, this mystery with an embellished cover. Tetsuya looked at him, his large, bright eyes, and crooked smile, and he knew what path he was about to step on, and he didn't hesitate. He didn't dare look back. He knew he wanted this.

And as he stared into Koi's mesmerizing, sky-blue eyes, he knew that no matter the cost, he wanted to be with him.