coloring sesh

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"Ah, it tickles!" Nagumo, a longtime friend of yours-and on most occasions, your fuck buddy-is complaining about your idea yet he grins from ear to ear.

You snap at him, "Shut up, you literally let a needle poke you thousands of times." rolling your eyes.

He chuckles as he keeps his head tilted to the side, "Alright, little miss artist. Whatever you say." you continued to color in his neck tattoo.

You have always wanted to color in his tattoos but never had the chance. This time you got a hold of him on your living room floor, using the couch as a table for your make up kit, all of your eyeshadow palettes on full display.

"I'd rather have you kissing me there than that brush." He says with a cheeky grin.

"And I'd rather have you tied up so shut the hell up." You hold his jaw to keep him still, giving it a little nudge.

He smiles from ear to ear, rubbing circles on your thigh, "Look at you bossing me around."

You raise an eyebrow, "I am the boss." you pull away and pick a new palette, "Take off your shirt," you say in a commanding tone.

"Yes, ma'am." he says playfully, pulling his shirt from the back and over his head.

You watch him shake his head a bit to remove the strands of hair poking his eyes. God, he's hot.

But because you're so painfully prideful, you didn't dare to admit that you find him extremely attractive, at least to his face. You know he'd tease you endlessly about it.

"Enjoying the view?" He asks, face full of mischief as he caught you gawking.

Your brows shoot up as you come down to earth. Well, he does look like heaven. Frozen from being flustered, all you could do was scowl as you held the eyeshadow palette in one hand, a brush on the other, "I'm not." You eagerly deny.

But gods, you were. No matter how many times you've seen it-whether you were showering together or him changing in front of you or when you're beneath him-you never seem to get used to it.

"You were looking at me like I'm some piece of meat." he says, teasing you. He waits for you to react.

As you start coloring in his Praying Hands tattoo placed on the left side of his chest, you say so casually, "Well, you are just meat if I chop you into pieces."

He scoffs lightheartedly. But then he notices you having difficulty from your position and without a second thought, he pulls you onto his lap for you to straddle him, you squeal.

"Nagumo." you warn him, cheeks turning pink as you try to get off him.

He grabs your waist to keep you in place, "What? Better position." he shrugs, looking up at you with his devilish smile.

You frowned and didn't answer, you just continued where you left off.

He stares at you while you're completely unaware, burning your pretty face into his mind. Your face focused as the eyeshadow brush glides against his skin, you put a shimmer on top of your chosen color.

It's gonna be awhile until he sees you again. He's going to miss you, he always does but he wouldn't say something like that. The norm was to ask if you want to hangout and if it comes to it, you'd fuck. It has always been like that.

"You're awfully quiet." you speak softly this time without looking at him. Although you find him a little annoying when he opens his mouth, he's still quite endearing. You miss him when he's gone and being aware of the nature of his work doesn't help.

He beams, "I thought you wanted me to shut up?" caressing the sides of your waist.

You didn't answer and put down the palette and brush. Wrapping your arms above his shoulders, you gaze at him.

The silence has become deafening as you stare at each other. His usual grin now replaced with something serious, something mellow, something like longing. The only thing you could hear was each other's breathing and the buzz of the AC.

There were many unspoken things between you two but neither wanted to 'ruin it'. It has always been obvious- you miss each other when you're together and more when you're apart. So who's stopping who?

It was supposed to be just casual, or so you both tried.

What do you mean 'friendship premium'?
Come on, it'll be fun!
You really are an idiot.

The same loop that's been going on for years.

You sigh, picking up the eyeshadow and brush again. You pause midair, you suddenly change your mind, "I don't wanna do this anymore."

Huh? His brows knit for a split second. Averting his gaze, he starts looking around his body, "Here." He points at a wing-like tattoo on the left side of his waist, grinning.

As your shoulders slump, you utter just above a whisper, "that's not what I mean, Yoichi."

He's taken aback by how you uttered his name. Oh, she's serious.

"Then what do you mean?" He softens his gaze along with his voice. The question hung in the air.

Finally you speak, "this. Whatever this is," motioning the both of you. "I want... other things." You mumble.

You mean us? His heart drops, "What do you mean?"

Fuck it, you think.

"What- other things, like-" he rambles but you cut him off by crashing your lips onto his.

His eyes widened. You never do anything like this, it was always him initiating, always the one reaching out, always the one chasing after you... and it feels nice.

You kiss him like never before and he lets you. He wanted to take you right then and there but he stopped himself. Instead, he smiles against your lips as he makes out with you, savoring the moment. He takes the eyeshadow palette and brush from your grasp, setting it aside as you pull him closer.

He cups your face as he gently slides it down to your shoulders. He halts the kiss, leaving you wanting more, "Tell me what you want," pleading through his eyes, "anything."

You swallow as he stares at you with anticipation, and yours with worry. You've been thinking about what you guys have for a while now, and he was too. He wanted to say something but he's terrified you might push him away. He was content as long as he could keep seeing you-or at least that's what he tells himself-even if he couldn't call you his.

But you want to change that this time. And he felt it by the way you're looking at him right now, by how you asked to spend more time with him today, the way you were embracing him moments ago as he made love to you. Something shifted and he's sure of it.

"I-" you hesitate, you purse your lips.

He nods for you to continue. Just like how it's always been-he waits for you.

"You, Nacchan," you said his nickname in the most gentle way possible, you continued, "I want you to be mine."

He holds your face as if you're the most delicate thing in the world, he sighs. His expression softens, as soft as the way he uttered your name, "I have always been yours."

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