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potosi2017-10-29 10:49 pm
pronounces) wrote in potosi2017-10-29 10:49 pm
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this is real hell
me: do you ever think about how these two characters who have the worst fucked up relationship might be better if taken out of their circumstances
me, several aus and many tears later: i made a mistake
aka AU shunazu dropbox i'll make this pretty later
me, several aus and many tears later: i made a mistake
aka AU shunazu dropbox i'll make this pretty later
waggles my eyebrows
there's a lot of talking himself into it as he gets dressed, half stuttering as he looks at the packages on his and shu's bed. it'd taken him a solid week to even work up the courage to order this stuff, but it's shu's birthday, and considering how much he hates parties, it's the least nazuna can do to give him a private celebration of their own.
so, he carefully lays out the clothes on the bed, trying to make them as neat as possible. they're laid out in the style of an outfit, a pair of nice, dark underwear laid out underneath. aside from that, there's a package of maroon and gold shibari cord beside it.
as he hears shu's key click in the lock, nazuna makes a little, surprised unya!, as if he wasn't the one who texted shu to ask if he was going to come home early. he's managed to strip down to his underwear and a shirt of shu's, buttoned loosely over his small frame, and he pokes his head out into the hall, his voice maybe just a little too high pitched. ] In the b'roo-[ AHEM. ] Bedroom.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i guess
yeah, shu itsuki is absolutely the kind of person that, you know, doesn't really celebrate birthdays. they're too noisy, too lively, and in the grand scheme of things, it's just another day, so there's really no real reason for all this ruckus. he'd rather channel that focus into the studio, into work.
so really, it's no surprise that nazuna's text asking if he's going to come home early for once is what causes the date to click in his head.
he still doesn't really suspect anything, actually, after he sheds his coat and puts his bag down, spots nazuna's head poking out into the hallway and kind of just. follows along, bare feet on carpeted floor heading towards the bedroom and--
oh.
the outfit laid out on the bed is the first thing that he notices - it's not something that he's made, so of course he notices, maroon and gold and black and are those stockings--
and when he turns to see nazuna dressed in one of his shirts, just drowning in the plain white fabric, shu kind of. blinks.
connects the dots.
(ok maybe his mouth has fallen open a bit and there's definitely a hint of pink colouring his cheeks but-- goddamnit he's way too weak for this.)
he snaps his mouth shut, and moves to sit on the bed, next to the outfit that nazuna's laid out, and beckons nazuna closer. ]
You did this for me? [ ok so maybe the question is rhetorical but he asks anyway, and when nazuna's close enough, shu's touch is light, over his cheek, the length of nazuna's throat, and then his fingers work at the first closed button and then downwards.
he likes seeing nazuna in his shirts, but there's something else that he's more interested in seeing, obviously. ]
yolo
he had control over the outfit, but that doesn't mean he picked something way out of shu's tastes, either. it met in the middle--cute, but not too cute, classy, but not stuffy. he actually kind of likes it, and the anticipation that's led up to this moment makes him bite his lip as he watches shu's reaction.
score. though he doesn't totally show it on his face, nazuna knows a victory when he sees one, and he makes his way over to shu with almost a hop, eager enough to get close. he can stand between his legs this way, lean in close and let the anticipation and adrenaline run through his veins. it's too early to be turned on, probably, but there's something hot about the way shu touches him, leaving a trail of fire wherever his fingers brush.
he pinkens underneath the fingers on his cheek and draws his head up, trying not to fidget too much. ] I wasn't going to let your birthday just pass by.
[ so, yes. of course he did this for shu. no parties, no cake; just the two of them, and a whole different kind of present.
there's a mischevious twinkle to his eye, transfixed or not, as he lets the shirt shrug to his shoulders when shu gets it completely unbuttoned. he sounds suggestive, playful. ] I always thought you liked wrapping your presents more than unwrapping them.
better late than never, i guess
but nazuna's right - shu does enjoy dressing him up, whether it's just small items like coordinating the colours of their shirts or other accessories, and it's no exception here, shu reaching for the maroon fabric of the shirt in the outfit and smoothing out the tiny creases in the fabric before pulling the fabric over nazuna's shoulders, the sleeves over his arms - each touch is calculated, almost, lingering just slightly longer than strictly necessary.
there's a ghost of a smile on his features as he does up the buttons. ]
Hm. It depends. I wouldn't want to leave a masterpiece wrapped up for too long.
[ a tug here to straighten out the fabric, and shu rolls up the sleeves - they're a little long, the only defect in an otherwise perfectly tailored shirt. the waistcoat goes on next, and for a moment, it's silent as shu fixes it up - and when he's done, he leans in, presses a chaste, lingering kiss to nazuna's lips before he pulls away.
there's definitely a note of admiration there. for obvious reasons. the maroon and black contrast beautifully with his skin, and it's perfectly fitted, not a single thread out of place. ]
... You look beautiful. [ and it's fond, even as he gestures for nazuna to change out, both the underwear and the stockings.
(nazuna's going to kill him, one day.) ]
Go on. Show me.
<3
god, he's hanging on his every, single movement, on his every single word, his every single movement. shu tends to do this to him, has since the first time nazuna ever saw him dance, and he sucks in a breath as he fixes on the waistcoat, then opens his eyes, finally, looking up at him.
show me...? show me. right.
nazuna's face explodes in bright red, because even if he's doing his best to celebrate his boyfriend's birthday, even if he can keep up with him, that doesn't make this any less embarrassing. ] Right. [ he manages without a stutter, and takes a step back from him to let him actually watch.
nazuna hooks his fingers in the waistband of his normal underwear and pulls them down, carefully, stepping out of them and leaving himself bare for just a little bit. he keeps his gaze down for that part, a bit embarrassed, and starts to tug up the plain, black pair--they're a little tight, nicely silhoutting his butt, but there's really only one thing that matters here.
inhaling a little, nazuna glances at shu, and makes his decision. he presses his fingers gently to shu's chest to push him backwards, so he sits down. it's only then that he picks up one of the stockings--thigh high, with a black, lace top, and carefully works it over his foot, then sets it to the side, right next to shu.
from there, he can lift up the stocking right there, pulling the thin, filmy fabric up and up over his knee, to his thigh, leaning forward to present shu with a nice view of his pale, small thigh. ]
no subject
(the same kind that shu uses backstage, for pre-performance jitters.)
and when nazuna takes a step back, there's faint smile on the edge of his lips, his gaze approving. he doesn't rush nazuna, allows him to take it at his own pace, but this close, nazuna can probably see the way his pupils dilate, how he leans forward just that little bit more when he steps out of his underwear, the slight, sharp intake of breath when nazuna replaces it with the one that comes with the outfit, and god--
nazuna really is going to kill him some day.
and it's also a good thing that he's mastered the art of poker facing (especially on stage, when a stray facial expression can break the entire performance) because he's not expecting nazuna to push him backwards and okay, technically he asked for this, but it still doesn't change the fact that he can see the drag of lace and nylon up the length of nazuna's leg, over his knee, to his thigh, and the fabric swatch is perfect, black on cream--
god, nazuna's going to push him to his limit.
it's obvious, in the way that shu's breath hitches, a flash of hunger in his gaze, carefully controlled. ]
The other. [ it's. not really a suggestion, and thank fuck his tone is still stable, or still sounds like it at any rate, because this is really getting to him more than it should. ]
no subject
but it's helping to spur him on, too. he can catch on to everything, hyper aware of his dance partner's motions. that's the whole point of dancing together, right? of knowing each other. that hunger shoots straight down his spine, turns him on even worse than before, to the point that the briefs he put on feel a little uncomfortable. but it's hot, and the lack of suggestion in his tone just makes it even worse. nazuna's matching him, irises just a thin circle of pink, the heat on his cheeks only matching the one boiling up in his stomach.
he follows the command as easily as anything. nazuna sets his right leg down, takes a moment to run the fingers of his right hand up the space between the top of the stockings and the bottom of his underwear. it gives him a second to regains his composure, and to watch shu react, to watch him follow his hands with his eyes. it's intoxicating, and he exhales, slowly, letting himself fall into the scene.
he lifts his other leg and this time, carefully places his perfectly pointed toes in his lap, touching the inside of his thighs and the crotch of his pants. nazuna looks at him, feels his mouth going dry, but lowers his gaze to carefully roll the second stocking up, right there in shu's line of sight. ]