this is real hell

[pronounces]

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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[ 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. ]

[pronounces]

[ 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. ]