[ It's been a bit since Tsumugi moved into "casa de Kazu", as he'd called it initially, and honestly... it's kind of nice? He'd spent so long sharing a room with Tasuku back at the dorms, and while he'd noticed it was Different With A Capital D being by himself, he hadn't realized how much he missed having another person around until he was coming home from work to his bright-as-the-sun fellow actor. (their sleeping situation could be better, perhaps, but it's fine. it's not his first time sharing a bed with someone from mankai, and honestly, the poor refuges of lestari and celliwig need all the comfort they can get. at least he can look kazunari in the eye without getting embarrassed...)
After their modest but filling breakfast, Tsumugi, antsy to get started on his day, rises to his feet. ] I have a meeting with the director this morning, and then I'm planning to stop by Don't Stop Be-Leafing to see if Aerith-san needs help with anything. [ It's not food, but maybe flowers can put some much needed smiles on some people's faces?
He pulls off his pajama shirt and folds it relatively neatly in his hands. ] Is there anything I should get while I'm in the area?
[Don't Stop Be-Leafing always gets a good chuckle out of Kazunari. It's a super cute name; he loves it!
He's mid chuckle when he turns to where Tsumugi is getting undressed.] Umm, not that I can think of! Though - [And it's funny. He also felt like breakfast had given him a little more pep to his step but it drains right out of him when he sees Tsumugi's bare back.] Whoa, whoa, whoa what is that!
Eh? [ It actually takes a moment for Tsumugi to realize what exactly Kazunari's referring to. He looks over his shoulder, confused... and then it clicks. ]
- Oh. [ Right. There hasn't been any reason to tell anyone else about it. (nor a good way to tell anyone else...) ] It's a tattoo? It's, um, a bit of a long story... [ A story that involves him and Taichi being stupidly dramatic as hell. It's fine. His Darknessest is surely content in his good egg vessel. ]
I probably should've warned you first, though. I'm sorry.
[Well, that's! Shocking! Kazunari knows Tsumugi isn't as innocent as people may think but for him to have a tattoo... that's pretty bold. His pain tolerance must be through the roof.]
No, no, it's chill! I'm used to tattoos. [Art students and all.] I was just surprised! It's pretty sexy!
[ He sets his pajama shirt off to the side, though opts to not put anything on quite yet. ]
I don't mind. [ Honestly, he's a little curious how much he'll feel? He knows he's regained his ability to feel pain, but he hasn't tried deliberately touching any part of the wings. ]
Uuu thnx, Tsumutsumu! [It turns out Kazunari has no reservations about touching another man's back (and it should be of no surprise honestly) because he gets right to it.
He traces his finger tips along the silhouette of the wings before padding his fingers through the details. Even if it's not a traditional tattoo, the ink is still just in there, bound to Tsumugi's soft skin. It's incredibly beautiful as well as being sexy.
It's a good thing they're in their room because Kazunari basically zones out of their surroundings, focusing solely on Tsumugi's back. It's like he's being drawn in and ...
He kisses Tsumugi's back, along the line of his right wing.]
[ Kazunari's fingers brush against his back, and Tsumugi immediately has an answer to his question. The touch is so light, so gentle, but the rest of the room vanishes so easily from his mind as he's drawn in by that touch, mentally following the path his fingers take along the wings.
His eyes flutter shut as he lets out a quiet breath, a sign that he's okay, he's comfortable - and then he feels his lips and it's shocking how warm they feel, like a flame licking his skin. He sucks in a breath, but is quick to try and reassure Kazunari. ] It's okay! It felt nice.
[ ... And then his brain fully catches up with his mouth and he might as well be on fire at this point. ]
I-I mean-! [ He covers his face with his hands. ] Sorry, I didn't for it to come out like that...!
[Kazunari could explode. He's always thought Tsumugi was cute - no, attractive. He's always thought Tsumugi was attractive. But, holy moly.
Now his heart is pulling him in all different, gay, directions. He wants to tease Tsumugi for his little, cute slip up. But also hug him? But also kiss him again??]
Can I - do it again?! [Whelp. He didn't necessarily mean to blurt that out but that decides it.]
[ Holy moly is right. What a loaded question. (and really? he never thought he would've been kazunari's type...)
Tsumugi clears his throat nervously. ] If you want to? I, um... I don't mind, really. [ He's not about to repeat himself, but his feelings on the matter are unchanged: it's okay, it felt nice. ]
[(Kazunari's type is "good boys" so Tsumugi it automatically his type.)
With Tsumugi's permission then, Kazunari approaches again. He braces himself, placing his hands on Tsumugi's shoulders, and goes in for another kiss.] Gomens, Tsumutsumu, your skin is just really soft an' warm. It feels really nice.
[He peppers a few small kisses along the tattoo before nuzzling just a little. Is he more touch-starved than he thought? Is that what's going on here?]
[ Maybe...? Maybe they're both a little touch-starved. It'd certainly provide an explanation as to why a handful of kisses and a small amount of nuzzling has made his heart ache so much.
Tsumugi drops his hands, letting them come to a rest against Kazunari's. ]
That tickles a little... [ But it's not a protest. He just might laugh or squirm a bit if he nuzzles too much. ]
[Unfortunately, Kazunari is Kazunari. Being told his nuzzling tickles only wants him to nuzzle more.
So he does. He gives Tsumugi a break with occasional kisses (some of which that are straying from the tattoo without his realizing) but he is nuzzling quite a bit.]
[ At first he's able to stifle his reaction, at least to an extent. But the longer Kazunari nuzzles, the more that laughter bubbles up inside, until it's bursting out in a fit of breathy giggles. ]
[ This sense of longing for a person, rather than for an opportunity to stand on stage, is something he hasn't felt in years. But he recognizes it clear as day in the quickening of his heartbeat when his lips brush against skin, or the emptiness he feels in their absence, even though he hasn't moved away.
He's not sure what he wants to say, but it's easy enough to start with ] Thank you. [ But that's not everything he'd like to say.
Tsumugi is quiet for a moment, letting the words tumble in his head a bit, before finally settling on (shyly) ] Would it be okay if I kissed you?
[Kazunari's mouth moves faster than his brain.] Please kiss me.
[It's strange, this sudden development. But it's what he wants right now in this moment and he's already decided to live by that want or passion. They'll figure it out as they go. He's not worried.]
[ Tsumugi turns to him with a shy but gradually growing smile. ]
Of course. [ Later, he might think back on this and wonder why it all felt so easy. But there's something so natural, so right in the moment about cupping Kazunari's face in his hands and pulling him in for that kiss that they both asked for.
(his lips are soft, sweet, warm. it's like he's kissing a ray of sunshine.) ]
[ While it's no Halloween on Veludo Way, Tsumugi is just as excited for this outing with Kazunari. He's never been to a haunted art gallery before! And since this is Avalon, it's probably actually haunted... but surely it won't be too dangerous! Right?
Honestly, Tsumugi's more concerned with finishing getting ready at the moment. He's got parts of his costume on, but he's struggling with the makeup.
After a third failed attempt at doing his eyeliner due to his unsteady hands, he wipes his face clean and turns to his roommate apologetically. ] Sorry to trouble you, Kazu-kun, but can you lend me a hand with this? I can't seem to get the hang of it...
[Kazunari has felt weird ever since he and Tsumugi kissed that one morning. Not a bad weird - no, no. A good weird, but a good weird like he's become so much more aware of Tsumugi's everything (how he tucks the blankets up to his chin in the morning. how he really savors a sunnyside up egg and doesn't let any of the yolk go to waste) and a good weird that makes him feel like he wants to kiss him again.
Except all the courage he'd had that morning (if that's even what it was) seems to be gone and he hasn't been able to ask him for a kiss.
It makes moments like this - with Tsumugi looking like that - a little difficult.
Tsumugi is already smoking hot in the costume alone. Adding makeup is going to be the final nail in Kazunari's coffin.]
Leave it to me, Tsumutsumu ~ I'll give you wings sharp enough to kill a man!
[A man being Kazunari. He is the man. The one that will be killed.]
[If Kazunari is a ray of sunshine, then Tsumugi is the refreshing breeze that keeps the heat from being too overbearing.
And yet, Kazunari still melts.
It's just a kiss. Just lips on lips, but it does feel so right and natural and just, like they should have been kissing ages ago. It comes to a natural end, but Kazunari presses for a second kiss before either of them can really pull away.]
Tsumugi smiles, much too sweet for the costume he's wearing, as he hands over the makeup. ] Thank you. I'll be in your care. [ He closes his eyes gently and tilts his head in Kazunari's direction. ]
[ Even if Kazunari had given him the chance to pull away, he wouldn't have taken it. Neither of them had said how many kisses "can I kiss you" translated to, but to stop after one just doesn't feel right.
He brushes his thumbs over his cheeks as he chases his lips for a third kiss, and then a fourth. Before a fifth, he draws back for a moment to catch his breath. His nose bumps against Kazunari's as he asks, ] Was that okay?
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