Yokozawa Takafumi's Mistakes (Sekai ichi Hatsukoi fanfic)

Mistake #16

(Warning lemon/ smut and small bit swearing)

       Every year Marukawa has a company gathering. All the members of each department are required to come. To make sure no one skips out, there is a punishment of a pay cut for a month or more for any no shows. As one might expect, that is plenty enough motivation to get everyone to attend. After all people have bills to pay. As each employee arrives they have to check in with their department head before they can go find a seat.
            Once everyone is seated the gathering begins. Isaka comes up to the front and begins the expected speech. The company president  goes over all of the things that are going well, the things that need improvement, and the things that went wrong. While Isaka is speaking there is an unspoken rule that you should pay attention no matter what. At any moment Isaka could call you out and if you don't respond, are caught spacing out or caught sleeping there are various consequences.
           People in the past have experienced  humiliation and even got demoted. This has caused a tense atmosphere at each gathering. Most of the time, the workers of Marukawa publishing look out for each other and make sure that everyone is alert and attentive. Of course it is not always possible to catch when someone drifts of to sleep or starts to daydream. After all, when you have something on your mind, it is easy to end up letting your mind wander.
            This happened to be the case for Kirishima. Being the head of Japun meant that he had to wait for all members of his department to arrive before taking a seat. Unfortunately, the seats next to Yokozawa were full when the brown haired editor went to take his seat. He was disappointed, but not surprised. Kirishima knew that Yokozawa would find it foolish and childish to tell someone they couldn't sit next to him because he was saving a seat.
           In the end, Kirishima found a seat that was three down from Yokozawa. Keeping his brown eyes on his lover, Kirishima smirked when he saw Yokozawa shift uncomfortably. Kirishima could practically see the internal battle the black haired salesman was going through as he debated between turning around to glare at him or keep staring straight ahead to ignore him. The salesman ended up ignoring Kirishima. This amused him as Kirishima knew that Yokozawa would be sitting there fighting to prevent himself from blushing.
            After a second, Kirishima found himself sighing. Normally, Kirishima had no problem paying attention to work and his coworkers. Things have been different recently. Lately, Kirishima has found himself having some close calls as his spacing out has almost lead to some disastrous mistakes. Honestly, it was embarrassing for him to be distracted so easily. However, there was something persistently on his mind.
            When going through his phone, Kirishima found himself lingering on the picture of Yokozawa wearing that red frilly polka dot apron while cooking with his daughter. The picture always brought a smile to his face as he loved seeing his lover just lost in something he is comfortable doing. However, Kirishima couldn't help feeling slightly jealous. He wanted to see Yokozawa in the red frilly apron as well, preferably without any clothes underneath.
              Kirishima knew it would be pretty much impossible for him to actually get Yokozawa to wear the apron for him. So instead Kirishima's mind had been supplying him with many teasing and sexy daydreams of what could or would happen if Yokozawa ever did wear that apron. Each daydream left Kirishima more and more determined and a little desperate to figure out how to accomplish this task. As delightful as the daydreams were, Kirishima was well aware that the real thing would be so much better.
            Slowly, Kirishima's mind began to once again to focus on how adorable and arousing Yokozawa would be if could get him in that apron. Isaka's words became a a buzzing noise in the background until fading into silence. Before long, Kirishima's mind drifted off into another daydream.
 
                    _____Daydream_______
     
        Coming home after a long day of work had Kirishima feeling exhausted. The bright side was he knew his lover would be there with a delicious home cooked meal and ready to listen to any rants he had. Earlier wariness dissipated as the brown haired editor arrived on the floor to his apartment. Smells from the kitchen drifted through the door making his mouth water. His stomach growled as if to remind him that he had to actually enter the apartment to be able to eat. Pulling the door open, Kirishima threw his work bag on the couch.
              Making his way to the kitchen, Kirishima was greeted with the sight of Yokozawa's naked backside as he concentrated on finishing dinner. Stealthily, Kirishima comes up behind Yokozawa and wraps his arms around the distracted man. Letting out an annoyed huff, Yokozawa turns his head so he can see his lover.
             Before Yokozawa has a chance to say anything, Kirishima captures his lips. Without wasting anytime he slips his tongue into Yokozawa's mouth, eliciting a small groan from his lover. At the same time, Kirishima's hand slides down to start suggestively massaging Yokozawa's butt. Pushing away, Yokozawa takes a few steps to catch his breath. This allows Kirishima to take in the front of the red frilly apron covering his otherwise naked companion.
           "Hey sexy. How about we move this to the bedroom," Kirishima said, while slowly approaching Yokozawa.
            "Don't you want to eat first? I'm sure you have to be hungry after the long work day," Yokozawa asked having backed up to the counter.
        "Oh, I am most definitely hungry. And my favorite meal is looking very appetizing tonight," Kirishima whispered seductively into Yokozawa's ear causing his lover to shudder.
             "I guess we should do something about that,"Yokozawa responds as he reaches down and gives Kirishima's already hard cock a squeeze.
            Breath hitching, Kirishima displays a predatory smile. Swinging an arm around Yokozawa's waist, Kirishima guides his lover towards the bedroom. When they reach the bed, Yokozawa goes over and allows himself to fall back on the bed. Lifting his hand, the salesman motions for his brown haired lover to come and get what he wants. Kirishima is a foot away from the bed.....