this is real hell

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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

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[ nazuna stays as still as he possibly can as shu helps dress him up. that was the whole point of this, wasn't it? even so, he's brimming with anticipation, and definitely with arousal, even when the silky fabric comes over his head. the material is nice--it was fairly expensive--but more than anything, nazuna's paying more attention to the deft way shu's finger move the sleeves up his arm, to the buttons. it's entrancing, honestly, and nazuna's lashes flutter as he leans in to kiss him.

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. ]

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[ it's instinctive, almost, when nazuna flushes a brilliant, bright red, from what looks like embarrassment, that shu reaches for him, grasps his wrist with a hand, fingers tracing over the line of nazuna's pulse even over the satin fabric of the shirt. it's a reassuring gesture.

(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. ]

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[ shu may have mastered the art of poker facing, but nazuna knows shu. he knows his every little expression, knows how his tiny, approving smile is like winning the lottery, knows he cares so much from just the touch of his pulse.

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. ]