complexing | [005] double overtime [audio]

Oh, will you?

[Yukito laughs quietly, his fingers tracing the curve of the wing down to where it joins Touya's shoulder. The feathers are softer there, and Yukito carefully traces the outline of one, idly fascinated by the contrast between it and the skin just next to it.

He's half-distracted by Touya's closeness as well, acutely aware of his warmth, his scent, the feel of his chest rising and falling with each breath; somehow it seems even more real than usual, dizzyingly, breathtakingly so. It takes him a second to find the thread of the conversation again, but he covers the lapse with another laugh, voice taking on a teasing air.]

Well, I suppose I could. I admit I'm curious about this mysterious plan of yours.

Oh you suppose, do you? [Touya grins and reaches backwards to clasp the hand that isn't holding the box behind Yuki, holding the other young man to his back. Not firmly, but as firm as one can get holding someone backwards with one arm.]

Well you know, if you leave the house, I'll just have to follow you to your other boyfriend's place. Whisk you away in front of him. Maybe in a bunny costume.

Hmm, well, if it would get you to wear the bunny costume again....

[His tone is so absolutely innocent that it should be warning enough, and a moment later his hand shifts down toward the ticklish spot at Touya's side.]

On second thought, though, it sounds like too much work. I'll just stay here.

[alskdjfd NOT THE TICKLISH SPOT. Touya squirms and lets go of Yuki, clasping the box with both hands so he doesn't drop it. It's a close call, though. Entirely Yuki's fault.]

Tickling without warning is dangerous, you know. And it also invokes retaliation. [He smirks over his shoulder as he walks to set the chocolates down on the table, next to the roses. Then he turns around.] But for now--I thought since it was cold I would make us some soup. Mushrooms okay?

[He had every confidence that Touya would be able to manage without dropping the box. Not worried. (Okay, maybe a tiny bit, but it turned out okay in the end.)

Yukito just grins and follows along after Touya, pausing to admire the roses before being distracted by mention of food.]

Of course! Anything you'd like to make is good, though soup does sound nice.

I thought it might be good, given how cold it is. Sanji loaned me some of his recipes, so I picked this one. I thought it would go well with some braised beef and a light horseradish sauce? With some potatoes?

[He's planned the meal at least. The rest of it he's kind of... making up as he goes.] Will that be enough to sate your stomach for the evening, or do I need to add a second dessert?

I think that sounds wonderful.

[Yukito reaches out to take Touya's hand in his, lacing their fingers together as he smiles.]

I'm certain I'll be happy with whatever and however much there is.

You're too good for me. [He steps in towards Yuki, squeezing his hand a little and leaning down for another kiss. ...which does take longer than a short peck would. Touya just can't keep his lips off of Yuki for longer than two minutes.]

[Which, if they keep at this pace, will land them with no dinner for hours. Touya pushes some of Yuki's hair behind his ear, admiring his boyfriend.] If I don't stop this, there won't be much at all for you to eat.

Hm, I don't think that's possible.

[Yukito quirks a grin and reaches up to meet the kiss as it comes, one hand closing in the fabric of Touya's shirt and encouraging him to get even closer still. Somehow he doesn't mind the distraction, even if it's coming at the cost of a delay in his next meal. Some things are just more important, really.]

[He shivers lightly at the touch against his hair, goosebumps prickling along his arms and wings twitching a little in reaction.]

I suppose I could go into the other room while you cook, if it would make things easier... though that sounds a little lonely for both of us.

No, don't go. [He says it in a mock-whine, playfully. The thought of Yuki seriously leaving him now is far from his mind, things are going so well. Though while he doesn't want to spend another second of their first Valentine's Day apart, he's just being mock-clingy at the moment.]

Here--[He turns around and pulls Yuki's arms around his waist.] I think I can cook like this. What do you think?

[To tell the truth, Yukito doesn't really want to go anywhere despite the suggestion, and if he can stay close without distracting Touya from his cooking then he can certainly deal with it. He gives a quiet chuckle and leans in to brush a kiss against the nape of Touya's neck.]

I think I can manage, somehow.

[A chill ripples up Touya's back at the feeling of a kiss on the back of his neck. Next would be his wings, he'd be willing to bet. Why had he thought putting Yuki back there would be a relatively safe decision as far as not breaking his concentration went?]

You'll manage to distract me somehow. [He chuckles and moves them over to the fridge, where he pulls out the various ingredients he was able to prepare ahead of time.]

[It's a pretty safe bet to make, given that Yukito finds them fascinating and for some reason never really got close enough to look at them before... plus, a tiny voice in the back of his mind is suggesting that Touya might not mind having his wings preened.]

Hmm, that sounds almost like a challenge.

[It's half a laugh, half serious, but at least Yukito waits until Touya isn't holding anything potentially drop-able before he starts idly brushing his fingertips along the smooth feathers of one wing.]

Mm, you'd take anything as a challenge if it meant you could tease me. [He grins and closes his eyes. It feels like Yuki's stroking his hair, almost. It's a loving gesture, so it feels nice--soothing. After some difficulty and concentration, he moves the wing so Yuki has a better angle at it while he starts sauteing the mushrooms.]

Who, me?

[His attempt at injured innocence is rather marred by the faint giggle, though. Yukito is somewhat amused by Touya's silent approval of the attention to his wing and just continues stroking the feathers, pausing for a moment to gently reposition one that was a little out of place. It distracts him from his rumbling stomach, at least.]

[Woah.]

[Yuki's fingers working at the feather sends stronger, pleasured shivers down his back. He hadn't been expecting that at all. But he supposes there are so many nerves in his wings, that getting at what's under his feathers is just electrifying.]

[Coincidentally, it also makes him cook faster.]

Where did you learn that?

[Yukito smiles a little to himself, shifting a bit so he can attend to the other wing as well.]

Hmm, learn what?

[Learn how to turn him on like that? He shouldn't say that, though. It might make Yuki uncomfortable.]

How to give such amazing wing massages? You should do that every morning, they always feel stiff in the morning.

[Yukito gives a quiet chuckle, running a light fingertip along the top edge of Touya's wing.]

Somehow I got the idea in my head that you might like that.

[And someone is a little put out that Yukito said anything about where he got that idea, so he'll just change the subject quickly.]

When we went over bird's wings in biology I paid a lot of attention, because... well, I was thinking about Yue-san. Ours aren't quite like ordinary bird's wings, but these, here, these smaller feathers here are coverts, and these are secondaries... these are primaries...

[He traces a fingertip over the appropriate feathers as he names them, then carefully slides his fingers through the primaries when he reaches them.]

[And Touya's just barely able to get the mushrooms and onions into the creme stock and covered. Better move away from the stove if Yuki's going to keep preening him like this. He's liable to put his hands on the stove or bite his lip off at this rate. Dinner, focus on dinner, Yuki's hungry.]

Well if anyone should know about feathers, it's you two. [He takes the beef medallions out of the fridge and starts looking for the pan to braise them in.]

Edited 2011-02-24 20:20 (UTC)

Most of my experience with them is from after I came here, though. I've never actually seen Yue-san's wings, after all...

[One last brush across the feathers and Yukito leaves the wings alone again for the time being, instead peeking over Touya's shoulder to see what he's up to now.]

Is it almost ready?

Ready? [Touya laughs as he puts the prepared seasoned potatoes into the oven and starts on the beef.] We're a ways off, dear, thanks to you fondling my wings. You've got another twenty minutes.

[It turns into about thirty minutes, of course, since Yuki can't stop distracting Touya. But finally both plates are done and set out on the counter.]

[Yukito is entirely innocent when it comes to attempts to distract Touya. Really. But when the food is ready he'll step away with at least some reluctance and admire the finished product.]

It smells wonderful. I suppose this was worth waiting for, hmm?

I hope so, otherwise I'll have gone through sheer torture to get us fed. [He laughs and carries the plates to the table and sets them down. After fetching the matches and lighting the candles on the table, he turns down the lights and pulls out Yuki's chair for him.]

Sir? [He smiles and makes a sweeping gesture to indicate Yuki should sit.]

Why, thank you.

[Yukito takes the offered seat with a quiet laugh, eyes dancing as he surveys the table and settings. It's not so much that Touya made dinner as that he'd made an effort for it to be a special dinner, and all just for him. It makes him feel both happy and humbled at the same time, and incredibly lucky as well.]

I'm glad I have you to share this with, Touya.

[005] double overtime [audio]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

Re: [action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]

[action]