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[hasteful]

[itsuki has the funniest decisions he has to make at any moment. but buzen will take the food - what else did itsuki order besides castella - help and carry it out to the closest table in the hotel room.

and then at the offer, he'll go to sit obediently!

even though his arms are already reaching out for itsuki. is he inviting him to his lap to dry his hair i don't think even buzen knows what he's asking for here]

Sure, sure. I'll do yours after.

[nightchild]

[he ordered a bunch of seafood since they're near the beach, it's very elegante, also spaghetti bc itsuki saw lady and the tramp once and that dinner scene lives rent free in his mind, he's really embarrassing

he tilts his head at the gesture, but he's not? opposed? to whatever buzen is asking from him?? so he just goes over and, well he doesn't climb onto buzen's lap so much as he stands on his knees on either side of it so that he can reach buzen's hair, but this way he's close enough for buzen to hug him too,]

This brings back memories... Except I'm using a towel this time.

[he starts fluffing buzen's hair with said towel...]

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[oh that sounds tasty now i'm hungry what the fuck

but anyway buzen is content with this. his arms loop around itsuki's middle even as he leans forward to let his chin rest on itsuki's chest, looking up at him with soft and adoring eyes while he waits for his hair to get dry.....]

Hmm... that's right, you let me borrow your shirt, right? That was really generous of you...

I didn't think we'd end up here from that moment...

[nightchild]

[i know..... i regretti the spaghetti

Itsuki's gay heart picks up a bit at that look in Buzen's eyes... He looks so cute that he can't resist leaning down to kiss him,]

Well, you watched over me while I slept, remember? It felt right to return the favor.

[he laughs a little as he resumes drying]

I feel the same way -- even though I tried to flirt with you back then.

[hasteful]

[oh! kissy... buzen leans into it easily, humming contentedly]

Did you...? I'm trying to remember...

[would

would he even be able to pick it out now]

[nightchild]

[he would not and itsuki does not expect him to, he loves buzen just as he is,]

Well. I tried to flirt?

But you ended up surprising me, and I misunderstood what you meant.

[the way he immediately jumped to 'sex' in that convo. embarrassing,,,,]

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[ ?

buzen tilts his head at that before trying to remember...]

Oh! Right... Something about baring our bodies and souls to each other?

What were you talking about...

[nightchild]

[no.... why are they rehashing this now......... itsuki brought it up -- look,

he runs his hand through buzen's hair to check for dampness and for something to do to distract him from the EMBARRASSMENT,]

I was talking about sex because I wanted to shock you.





But then you said 'okay' and I was the one who was shocked...

[1/2]

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[ . . . ?

buzen pauses, trying to see what exactly itsuki means by this, replaying the memory....]

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[and then he just

starts laughing

like really hard

help]

[nightchild]

[HELP!!!! itsuki's face reddens, and he looks torn between telling buzen to STOP LAUGHING???? and mooning over how cute buzen is when he laughs,

he settles on lightly tugging buzen's hair,]

Is it really that funny...

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Yeah.

[just. yeah.

he brings both of his hands up then to rest on itsuki's face, guiding him back down to be closer to kiss]

You really were being bold...

[nightchild]

[guided... now he's close enough for buzen to see the light flush of embarrassment on his face,]

Think that's the nicest way you could have put that.

[buzen still doesn't know that itsuki was/is a pervert]

[hasteful]

[the fact that "is" is still on the table

but buzen only laughs, gaze softening at the flush... he kisses both of itsuki's cheeks then, since they're all soft and pink]

Well, I only want to be nice to you.

I think you're more embarrassed about the memory than I am, and I didn't even know what you were talking about.

[nightchild]

[look he's undeniably horny at all times???

except now when itsuki's a blushing ye olde maiden... buzen kisses him on each cheek and for some reason it feels just as intimate as a kiss on the lips. he huffs, but not out of any real exasperation]

You didn't know, and yet you still said yes...

[he's embarrassed when he thinks about how performative horny he was wow...

speaking of]

...Wait, what would you have said if you did know what I was talking about?

[hasteful]

Hm....

[ . . . ]

Probably still would've said 'Yeah, sure'.

[nightchild]

[GAZES]

So I would have panicked either way...

[NOTHING WOULD HAVE CHANGED....]

[hasteful]

Ha ha ha... I mean, sex is fun and all, but I didn't know that it was something you were only supposed to do with the person you liked...

[monogamy wasn't a big thing in the olden days,]

I just thought you knew what you were talking about, and what you wanted?

[nightchild]

[every word buzen speaks is another blow to itsuki's dignity that exists somewhere,]

Yeah... you'd think so, huh...

[YOU WOULD THINK!!!]

[nightchild]

[he fluffs buzen's hair again with the towel, this time more quickly]

Well -- what matters is everything that came after. Like the fact that I'm here with you now.

[yeah!!]

[hasteful]

[awelgkaheg he feels like he's getting distracted by the hair fluff. once itsuki frees him, he shakes his head back and forth a little bit like a dog before bringing a hand up to push his hair back out of his face]

I think so too -

Isn't the most important part that we understand each other better, and we're together now?

[nightchild]

[imagine buzen's hair was still sopping wet,

but it should be mostly dry now? itsuki beams back and he leans down with the intention of cuddling before remembering that HIS hair is wet... he

sits on buzen's lap instead, okay]

Yeah... I'm glad we're together, Buzen...

[GOOEY!! GAY!!!]

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[help

okay

buzen reaches for the towel instead, welcoming itsuki into his lap and shifting to automatically make it more comfortable for them both... he lets his fingers run through itsuki's hair gently before guiding it into the towel, starting to dry him off too]

Mm, me too... Let me know if there's ever anything more I can give you, okay?

[as if this whole day hasn't been about spoiling itsuki silly]

[nightchild]

[truly he's been spoiled rotten IN EVERY THREAD!!!

itsuki, spoiled rotten, leans his head near the towel so buzen has an easier time with his hair,]

You always know what I need before I even say it.

[always is very generous but itsuki believes this apparently, conveniently forgetting every occasion when he was dragon-fire breathing jealous]

But I will. You will too, right?

[hasteful]

Mm, I will… but I still feel like sometimes I don’t always understand what you want?

But that’s just part of being a sword, I think…

[he will still diligently dry itsuki’s hair, leaning up to give him a kiss since he’s closer anyway]