Just Curious As Of How You Were Doing, He Said

A Very Unexpected Visit (Ryuumizu one-shot)

 A/N: Icantwritesmuticantwritesmuteicantwritesmut hAlp. Please bear with me omfg

It was a normal, typical day in the facility, Black Needle. Everyone was enjoying themselves, chatting away as the teardrop tattooed bartender fetched up one glass after the other, swiftly refilling them before slamming them back in front of the rightful customer. It was busier than usual, but durable. Really it wasn't too hard, so the burgundy haired male didn't mind. Although, it was Saturday night, so he had to close up early. 

There wasn't about, oh something around five, ten minutes left until closing time? Yeah, but it didn't matter. Everyone had gone up and left, so Mizuki went ahead and flipped the sign from open to closed. He let out a heavy sigh after doing so, and propped his arm onto the counter as he almost lazily cleaned the remaining glasses. He enjoyed his job, really. 

The shop was his pride and joy. But for these past several weeks, after seeing the tattoo artist that he most looked up to came by to look at his designs. After that, he couldn't keep himself together. Well, why? is probably what you're thinking. He didn't honestly know, himself. 

Was it his angelic as fuck voice that he could instantly melt in after the sweet sound escaped from his mouth? Was it his gorgeous, piercing blue eyes that seemed to stare into his very soul? Was it his gorgeous looks? The way he dressed? Or was it just... everything about him?

 Agh, fuck. He knew the answer, he just didn't want to admit to it. Honestly, to like your own gender? Usually, he didn't show any signs of going that route... But now, now that he met him, it was a totally different story. 

What should he do? Confess? No... Rejection was his most fear, and also the main thing on his mind. To think, one thing like that, could break your world apart, and keep you from saying things you've always wanted to say, just because of rejection. He seriously wanted rejection to go away and fuck itself, but... that fear was too strong for him to escape from.

Mizuki let out a depressed sigh, mumbling along the lines, 'Fuck me', before finishing with the last glass and hanging it upside down to air dry. He threw the now wet rag onto the counter and proceeded into the room that he liked to chill out and relax after a hard day's work. But... He was unable to turn the doorknob. Then and there, did the fucking bell on the door have to sound as it was being opened, making him stop in his tracks in the process, like a deer in headlights. Did they not acknowledge the 'closed' sign at all, or...? 

He slowly turned his head, uneasiness making the pit of his stomach hurt. And just then, his eyes suddenly widened in astonishment. Why was he... whoa- why was he here? The man he was just thinking about, like some mind reader, was standing there in the doorway, smiling at him so sweetly and kindly he just wanted to... well, melt. Right there on the fucking spot.

"Hello, Mizuki-kun," Ryuuhou said, breaking Mizuki's confused train of thought.

"Whoa- what are you doing here, Ryuuhou?"

Mizuki blinked once, twice, three times, with his mouth gaped wide open. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to form straight sentences, standing there with his hand still reaching for the doorknob, and his back turned to him with his head looking his way. It was a most unexpected visit, almost like last time. He had to have some reason to visit him now. Especially, at this hour. 

The same, familiar sweet sound escaped the male's lips as he chuckled softly at the younger male's reactions. Oh, god... His heart was beating so fast that he had no doubt it would jump out of his chest. He had had crushes before... but they weren't as nerve wrecking as this. Suddenly, his hands felt sweaty and awkward, so he pulled his hand away from the knob and crossed his arms over his chest tightly.

Mizuki tried his best to give him a prideful, flashy smile, but to no prevail. It only turned into a nervous grin, and the corners of his eyes curved as if they were smiling instead. He never felt this was before... And honestly speaking, it was quite irritating. 

"Oh, I was just curious as to how you were doing," Ryuuhou said in response to his question, giving him another cheery smile as he started walking closer to him. 

"I-is that so?" 

The male's nervousness raised at every single step Ryuuhou took. Which lead him to backing himself up against the door with the professional tattoo artist standing right in front of him. By right in front of him he literally meant right in front of him, like so close he could barely breathe. He felt frazzled and caught, but the situation was more mortifying than anything. Stop making this harder on yourself, you idiot...

Ah, well, he couldn't help it. Or could he? Oh, whatever... Not like it matters, anyway. 

"Of course. Oh, and by the way Mizuki-kun..."

At that moment, Ryuuhou looked behind himself from the corner of his eye, as if checking to see if anyone was there. What exactly was he up to? It didn't just seem like a 'just curious as of how you were doing' thing. Something like... something more.

Goddammit, for pete's sake stop letting your imagination wonder. 

He mentally scolded himself, pressing his back against the door as much as he could as the tattoo artist d much, drew much closer. Seriously, just what was he up to...? He didn't get it. He was also acting sorta off...

A surprised gasp escaped his lips as he suddenly felt a cold, gloved hand sneak past his studded leather jacket and up his deep crimson shirt. He reacted a bit too late and reflectively tried to get away, but that only lead to the other male grabbing his wrist and slamming him against the wooden door.

"Ryuuh--!"

The twenty-six year old slid down the door until his bottom hit the floor, whilst Ryuuhou simply crouched down between his legs in the process, putting him in a situation where escaping was in no way efficient. After doing so, he reached into his sleeve and pulled out that of a needle used for tattooing. Then, with the needle clasped in his hand, he brought his free hand to where Mizuki's heart should be and started tracing through his clothing with his index finger. This only made the situation even more awkward and dangerous...

"I was wondering if I could maybe give you a tattoo? Possibly one that matches the teardrop under your eye, as well as the symmetrical one on your neck," Ryuuhou continued, stopping his words as he lightly touched the burgundy male's neck with his hand.

"Give me a tattoo...?"

"Yes. I have wanted to give you one for quite some time now," was his response as he caressed the male's chest with his gloved hand, slowly brushing his fingertips against one of his nipples. The moment he did, it turned sensitive, and realizing that made Mizuki's cheeks flush an embarrassed shade of red. Though, Ryuuhou continued moving his hand up and down his chest, then came to a stop as he grabbed Mizuki's belt and swiftly took it off.

"Whoa-!"

That was all he could muster before Ryuuhou continued what he was doing and quickly unzipped his pants, then slipped his hand into his underwear and tightly grasped his member. Mizuki's throat suddenly felt like he was being choked, like it was really hard to breathe. All that came out of his mouth were hot breathes and gasps in reactions to his sudden actions.

"Would you happen to like one here?" He whispered into his ear, starting to rub his tip.

Mizuki didn't even notice he was beside his ear, and it almost scared the living hell out of him. But that quickly resolved as he felt a pleasant numbness spread throughout his hips. Breathing became even more difficult, and his breathes turned into gasps and low moans. 

"I... I don't know. Wouldn't it ah... hurt more down there?"

His face felt like literal lava. This whole situation was so embarrassing he could die, and he questioned Ryuuhou's actions and as to why he decided to suddenly do this to him. It's not like he didn't like it...

"Haha, hm... I suppose you're right," Ryuuhou murmured, bringing his lips to Mizuki's neck, running his tongue on his nape.