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Touya’s got to be the most annoying customer Keigo has dealt with in all his years as a tattoo artist. As well as the most attractive.
“Come in,” Keigo says, opening the door to the shop. It’s after hours, the sky having turned to darkness outside a while ago.
This request for a meeting in the evening hadn’t really come as a surprise, after all the other favours Touya had asked of him.
Touya is his friend by this point, after all the business-related and not-very-business-related lunches and nights out they’d had, so Keigo had said yes to keeping his shop open unusually late just for him.
Touya is… unusually jumpy. He’s impatiently tapping his feet as Keigo locks the door behind him, eyes darting around. “It’s just us,” Keigo says, barely managing to stop himself from asking what’s going on, because at no point has Touya told him why he wanted this meeting and why it had to happen under these particular, very normal circumstances.
He’s going to let Touya have a minute to relax first, and then he’s gonna ask.
Touya derails that plan immediately as he snaps, “Can I show you something.” He doesn’t really manage to make it sound like a question.
“... Sure?” Keigo tilts his head. He purses his lips, starting to get real worried.
Barely waiting for Keigo, Touya takes off his jacket, throwing it onto the counter, then makes his way to one of the massage tables of the tattoo parlor and takes a seat at the edge. With the air of someone awaiting their execution, he starts lifting his shirt. He then takes it off in a swift movement, like ripping off a band aid. Keigo’s throat audibly click as thoughts like shirtless and hot guy and on my table get tangled up in his head.
But Touya is looking at him like he’s waiting for some kind of verdict, so Keigo pushes aside thoughts like all that skin and he’s so pretty to walk up to him and look properly. His breath catches, this time more in a horrified way. Burns cover his chest and his arms extensively. Is that why Keigo’s never seen him in short sleeves before? “What happened?” he asks as he maps, with his eyes, the extent of the scars. But taking a good look at them, he can see now that they’re not recent.
Touya takes his wrist, pulling Keigo’s hand towards the scars, but he stops just shy of making contact. Their eyes meet, and Touya is looking at him defiantly, daring him to touch him. What, is he expecting him to recoil at the scars or something? Keigo decisively nudges his hand forward.
Keigo’s palm softly covers one of the scar, feeling the skin, and Touya lets go of his wrist and breaks eye contact. “So,” Touya says. “Could you tattoo over that kind of skin?” Oh. Is this why he felt the need to reveal the scars to him?
Keigo’s touch turns from passive to more probing. Still gentle, he presses against the damaged skin, digs his thumb in the valley of a deeper scar. The pads of his finger trail up to another part of the extensive scar, feeling the ridged texture of it, and Touya shivers. Keigo’s not quite sure if it’s because the shop is a bit cold or because he’s touching him.
“Yes,” Keigo finally says. “I can tattoo over this.”
Touya replies with a low hum, his eyes half-lidded. He doesn’t really seem to be thinking of tattoos any longer. Having been given an inch, Keigo tries to take a mile. He chances it, pressing his second hand to Touya’s chest, while keeping an eye out for any sign that Touya wants him to stop. But Touya leans back on his hands, practically putting himself on display, and Keigo can’t help breaking out into a sharp grin.
So Keigo takes the gift he’s been given and lets his hands wander in exploration. The darkest scar tissue is on Touya’s arms - well, he assumes it’s both arms, but while he can see the scar on his left, his right is covered in a gorgeous sleeve tattoo. Keigo feels a rush of excitement that it’s finally on full display for him. He’s wanted to see it properly for so long.
He follows it with his fingers, from where it climbs on his shoulder all the way down to his wrist. Keigo observes the tattoo with keen, expert eyes as his hand encircles Touya’s wrist. All the different designs and the way the ink and sharpness and line quality changes from one part of the tattoo to the other... It suggests not only that the tattoo was done in small parts in a seemingly random order, but also that it was the work of many hands.
There’s a flush in Touya’s cheeks that gets progressively redder the longer he’s subjected to Keigo’s touch and heavy gaze. Touya bites his lip and Keigo’s hand is attracted to it like a magnet, though he still takes his time, touching as much skin as he can on the way: his stomach, jumping slightly when Keigo brushes his talons against it; the dip under his pectoral; his collarbone; his throat, and when Keigo wraps his hand around it he feels Touya’s Adam’s apple as he swallows.
Touya’s teeth is practically digging into the skin of his lips by the time Keigo’s hand reaches his face. He cups Touya’s jaw and presses on his bottom lip with his thumb. Touya stops biting, his mouth slightly open.
This is crossing the line further, so Keigo starts asking, “Is this ok-“
The “Yes” tumbles out of Touya’s lips before Keigo’s question is even complete, startling him. The leather of the table creaks when Touya’s hand tighten into a fist, as if embarrassed of his own eagerness. Keigo represses a groan. He’s so cute. He wonders if without the scars Touya would be the type to have a full body blush.
Keigo drinks it all in. The deep blush on his cheeks. The exposed skin. The way he frowns, avoiding his gaze, in embarrassment and impatience. “You’ll be the death of me,” Keigo sighs. He doesn’t bother reigning in the fondness colouring his tone.
“Are you going to fucking kiss me?” Touya grunts, patience snapping.
Keigo likes him so much.
“Yes, yes,” he says indulgently, and doesn’t dive to kiss him yet because he’s kind of a bastard this way.
Instead, he rubs Touya’s bottom lip with his thumb once again, and then he presses harder until his mouth opens a little more and he can slip his thumb in. He runs the pad of his thumb on Touya’s bottom teeth, stopping on his incisor. While Keigo’s smiling serenely, Touya’s practically glaring at him for the elongated teasing. Fine, fine.
Keigo pulls his hand slightly back, his thumb at the corner of Touya’s mouth, and bends down to kiss him. It starts with a few exploratory, more chaste kisses, before he’s licking into Touya’s mouth. Touya tilts his chin up to kiss him back. Keigo’s tongue presses against his teeth, maps his gums and the roof of his mouth, and- Fuck he has a goddamn tongue piercing. Keigo can’t help the moan when he brushes against the small piece of jewelry as Touya’s tongue meets his.
Taking advantage of Keigo’s break in rhythm, Touya changes the angle and pushes to lead the kiss. One of his hands is held down by Keigo’s grip, but the other grabs onto Keigo’s shirt to pull him closer. He lets the fabric go after a short moment to bury his hand in Keigo’s hair instead. They kiss messily, and Keigo loses his mind a little more every time he feels the piercing against his tongue or the surface of his mouth.
Keigo’s seen the piercing before, of course, but in the heat of the moment he’d forgotten about it. It shouldn’t feel like he’s just learned about it, and yet. He‘s never kissed someone with a tongue piercing before. Keigo lets his teeth drag lightly on Touya’s tongue. Touya’s hold on his hair tightens to near-painful when Keigo’s teeth pull on his piercing, just a little, and Keigo practically whimpers at the feedback loop of pleasure-pain-pleasure.
Keigo never wants to stop kissing him. He’s always liked it a little bit rough. He wonders if Touya’s the same.
He breaks the kiss to breathe, and they’re both panting. As he briefly opens his eyes, Keigo doesn’t bother to wait until they’ve gotten their breath back properly. He kisses him again, focusing more on his lips this time, and quickly, he aims to test his theory. He sucks on Touya’s bottom lip, and then, careful not to break skin, he digs his teeth in, hard. Touya’s sighed out “Ah-” is almost a sob, and his hand in Keigo’s hair tightens again, first in reflex and then in a properly hard grip, having apparently noticed Keigo’s receptive reaction to it moments ago.
Keigo can’t resist kissing him another time, slipping in his tongue to feel the metal of the piercing again. He feels a twinge of pain in his neck, which has been bent for a while. Pushing on Touya’s shoulders, he says, “Move back a little.”
It takes a moment for him to understand, and then Touya leverages both palms against the surface of the table to lift his weight and scoot back. Now that he’s sitting on the table properly instead of perching on it, there’s enough space for Keigo to climb on his lap. The new position means Keigo’s no longer much taller than him (good news for his neck). It also means that when Keigo, with his hands on Touya’s shoulders for balance, pulls himself forward to get comfortable, their burgeoning hard-ons brush against each other through their pants.
They both moan, Touya’s hands flying to hold Keigo’s waist while Keigo’s hands on his shoulders tightens, and the second time their hips meet is more deliberate, the friction stronger. Touya’s hand is slipping under his shirt as he says, “Take that off,” and Keigo doesn’t need to be told twice.
He sits back on his heels and pulls the shirt over his head, except it gets caught on his wings. Keigo curses while Touya laughs at him. He shakes his head to clear his mind just enough to regain proper control over his feathers, detaching them en masse. He tugs the shirt free, throws it vaguely in the direction of a chair, reattaches the feathers and focuses on Touya again.
Touya’s eyes are hungrily roving on his chest and Keigo feels himself redden further at the attention, but he also lets him look all he wants. It's only fair. Touya’s lips follows his eyes and he attaches his mouth to Keigo’s neck. He leaves kisses on the side of it, and then down to his shoulder, while Keigo wraps his arms around him.
Keigo’s sigh is a bit dreamy. This is nice, almost soothing compared to the quicker pace of earlier. He lets Touya suck a mark or two onto his skin, but as Touya’s lingers, good eventually toes the line of not quite enough. “Use your teeth,” Keigo demands shamelessly.
Touya obeys, starting with a careful, shallow bite. Keigo’s nails dig into his skin, encouragement. Then, finally, Touya digs his teeth into him properly. His arms tightening around him, Keigo rewards him with a deliberate roll of his hips. He grins at Touya’s startled gasp. Touya’s hold on his hips harden, and he directs Keigo to move again. Keigo indulges him, fitting his mouth over his in an almost-kiss, rolling down his hips. He enjoys the way Touya’s fingers are doubtlessly leaving bruises that will show up later, the furrow in his brow, the gasping breaths against his mouth.
He idly wonders why Touya isn’t thrusting up to quicken the pace himself. Keigo’s lips stretch in a devilish grin when he realizes that Touya can’t. Not like this, with his calves hanging off the table and his feet not meeting the ground.
Immediately, he stills, keeping his hips away, and Touya groans in frustration. His eyes open, meeting Keigo’s in a searching gaze. There’s a hint of concern, until he seems to read what’s happening. Keigo’s teasing him. He glares then, and Keigo can’t help laughing. His laugh cuts off and he makes a strangled sound when Touya’s hand cups his dick through his pants. Touya’s satisfied grin is sharp, the message clear; two can play at this game.
Touya withdraws his hand, squeezing his thigh instead. Keigo pants, looking at him, his mind a little blank. Touya looks up at him and then cup his cheek in his hand. Keigo’s eyes widen at the tender expression on his face. And then, “I’m gonna ruin you,” Touya says, still unbelievably fond.
Dumbly, Keigo replies, “Ok,” and then Touya tugging him closer. He maneuvers them until Keigo’s on his back on the table and Touya is positioned over him, and he lets him take a moment to reposition his wings to get comfortable.
Keigo’s pretty sure he just lost control here. Not that he minds.
Touya has one leg between his, straddling his thigh. His arms are on each side of Keigo’s head to support his weight, and Keigo notices for the umpteenth time tonight just how gorgeous he is. Then Touya is rubbing his leg against his groin and he closes his eyes by reflex, his head tilting back as he exhales shakily. He’s pretty much all the way to fully hard by now.
He wraps his arms around Touya’s back, trying to encourage him to do that again, and then he figures he doesn’t exactly need to wait actually. He braces his feet against the table and thrusts up, the pressure perfect but also a bit painful because he’s still trapped in his pants. He sneaks a hand between them just to pop the button open, at least. That’s all Touya lets him do before he’s capturing his wrist and holding it down above his head.
Keigo opens his eyes to see Touya still looking at him with that dark gaze, his pupils almost entirely dilated, and fuck. Keigo’s always known he’s attractive but this feels different. This is Touya. This is Touya, who knows how loud he is, how annoying he can be, how he sheds feathers, how messy he is, and yet he’s still looking at him like that.
There’s a swoop in his chest. Distracting himself from it, he bends his leg to rub against Touya’s groin, and as expected Touya closes his eyes, hiding that gaze for now. Touya shifts down a little, letting go of Keigo’s wrist, and kissing his neck again. He grinds down against his thigh and the angle is evidently better because he immediately moans against his throat. The sound goes to Keigo’s head. He wants to hear it again, and again, and again.
Touya starts to get into a rhythm, grinding down, Keigo feeling him fill up to full hardness against his thigh. Keigo jolts when Touya’s sucks his earlobe into his mouth, and then he leaves kisses behind his ear and down his throat, still while rubbing himself against him. He bites the skin between Keigo’s neck and his shoulder, hard, and Keigo keens when he doesn’t let up, digging his teeth in so hard that he wonders if it’s gonna bleed.
Letting go, Touya laps at the bite once, twice, and Keigo is utterly unprepared when Touya chooses another spot and does it again. Keigo is mumbling curses under his breath and burying his hand in Touya’s hair, pushing him down. When Touya pulls away, Keigo is almost shaking. “Please,” he says, unsure what he’s even asking for, and then Touya’s fingers are at his fly and yes, this, that’s it.
“Keigo,” Touya says firmly, though his voice is rough, and it’s hard (ha) but Keigo knows he needs to pay attention. Touya glances down meaningfully. “Can I?” Fuck. Keigo fucking lucked out with him, god damn it. Such a sweet core, despite the harsh exterior. Keigo wants to swallow him whole, figuratively or otherwise.
“Yes,” Keigo says, and when it’s not quite enough he adds, “Please touch me.”
Touya doesn’t lose time, getting his fly open and then pulling down his underwear just enough to get his hand on Keigo’s dick.
Keigo huffs with relief, first, until he moans as Touya grips him properly. “Fuck,” he curses. Touya’s hold is experimental, still on this side of too loose for Keigo’s preference, but Keigo doesn’t rush him.
Touya starts stroking, slowly at first, and then quicker as whatever’s left of Keigo’s composure breaks bit by bit. He watches Keigo’s face as he tightens his hold a little, and when Keigo whimpers, he strokes him again with the same grip. There’s a little more friction this time, exactly the kind of drag Keigo likes. Now that he’s more confident in his movements, Touya bends down and starts littering his chest with love bites, alternating soft kisses and harder bites to keep Keigo on his toes. He coordinates digging his teeth in and tightening his hold on Keigo’s dick, making Keigo’s breath stutter. Then he softens his touches just to make them harder the next time and Keigo-
Keigo’s breathing picks up. He’s close. Warmth is pooling in his gut, his toes curling, and damn it- “Wait, wait.” Touya’s movements immediately pause, as he leans up to look at him. Gathering coherent thoughts is torture right now– fuck, he’s so close– but he manages to assemble enough presence of mind to control a single feather. Keigo grabs one of the two condoms he’s retrieved with shaky fingers. “We’re not making a mess in my shop,” he explains to Touya’s raised brow.
Touya snorts. “You have condoms in here?” he remarks.
Struggling to tear open the packet, Keigo replies, “It’s to your benefit right now, so shut up.”
“It sure is,” Touya replies in a drawl, taking advantage of their momentary lapse to look over his body appreciatively. That doesn’t help Keigo’s hand-eye coordination. Eventually, Touya clicks his tongue. “Give it here.”
He opens the packet easily and unceremoniously rolls the condom over Keigo’s dick. Keigo shivers at the touch, which Touya notices.
Touya pulls away his hand, runs it over Keigo’s chest. “Should I make you wait?” he muses aloud, digging his thumb in one of the harsher bites he left earlier.
Just to test his reaction, Keigo gets his hand in between them, but before he can touch himself, Touya snaps his wrist away, just like he was expecting. Touya’s eyes narrow as Keigo smirks, letting him know that’s exactly what he wanted. He struggles a little, and Touya holds his wrist down that much harder in answer. It’s not truly restrictive, Keigo’s pretty sure he’s the strongest of the two of them if it came to it, but he doesn’t exactly care about that right now. When Keigo feigns using his other hand, which is still free, Touya promptly captures it as well. Very soon, he holds both of Keigo’s wrists in one hand.
He lets go, sitting back on his haunches, and Keigo obediently keeps his arms over his head. “Good boy,” Touya practically purrs, and Keigo lets his voice wash over him pleasantly. Touya tilts his head, looking at him like a predator (wasn’t Keigo the bird of prey here?) and then he reaches for his own button and fly. “Maybe you can wait your turn,” he says, tugging himself out of his boxers, and Keigo practically salivates at the sight.
Touya strokes himself and a shiver wracks his body as he slumps a little. His eyes slip closed as he does it a second time, a third time, the relief obvious. Keigo watches hungrily, hands curving into fists with his talons digging into the skin in an effort not to reach for him.
Pausing his movement and opening his eyes, Touya doesn’t wait for Keigo to tell him to grab the remaining condom, opening it and slipping it on without protest. Keigo smiles at him gratefully. It probably would’ve slipped his mind otherwise (hot guy touching himself while kneeling over him, can you blame him?) but he truly did mean it that he didn’t exactly want to make a mess in here.
Keigo, having enough of keeping his hands away, runs his palms from Touya’s shoulders down his chest. “Come here,” he requests. Touya bends down accordingly and Keigo fits his hand over his nape as he kisses him tenderly. It’s a minute of that, sweet kisses and tongues sliding against each other, until Touya’s hand creep down again. This time, he grabs both of their dicks in his hand, and at the first slide of it they both groan in each other’s mouth.
Two layers of condoms makes the slide a bit awkward at times, but Keigo couldn’t care less. A few strokes, and then Touya adjusts his grip to hold them better, and his fist tightens in the exact way he’s already learned Keigo likes, and it’s like fire in Keigo’s veins. “Touya,” he moans, and he feels Touya shiver thanks to his hands splayed on his back, so he says his name again, and then again as Touya scores a stroke that’s just right.
“Keigo,” Touya says, voice low and needy and–
“I’m close,” Keigo pants. He’s warm all over, feels a rush, and there’s a telltale tightening in his gut.
Touya’s grip shifts to hold Keigo only and he mouths against his neck as he strokes. “Come on,” he says. He tightens his grip, twists his wrist. “Keigo,” he says, attractive and sultry, “come for me.”
So close– “Ah–” And then Touya’s kisses his way to the side of Keigo’s neck still mostly unblemished. Keigo knows what he’s gonna do before he does it. Touya licks at the skin, once, and then he opens his mouth and bites hard, teeth digging deep. It’s– pain and bliss and– Keigo’s thoughts shatters as he comes.
He’s not sure what he’s saying, all curses and Touya’s name– Touya strokes him through it as he releases into the condom– his teeth are still in his skin, slowly easing up–
Keigo feels boneless.
There’s a weight– right, Touya laying on top of him. Touya is drawing random patterns on his abdomen with his fingers, waiting for him to get back to himself. Keigo starts rubbing his hand through his hair. Touya leans up on his arm to meet his eyes at the indication he’s back on this plane of existence. He looks very smug, but Keigo doesn’t even think of teasing him for it, too satisfied for that.
Keigo takes a minute to take off his condom, tie it and extend his arm to put it in the trash can. Touya’s eyes are on him as he tucks himself back in his underwear, though he doesn’t bother with the fly.
And then Touya expression twists in a moan when Keigo palms his dick - still almost all-the-way hard. He hasn’t jerked himself off while Keigo was out of it then.
Good. Keigo is looking forward to doing it himself.
“Keigo,” Touya says in a groan as Keigo pushes at him to reverse their position. Touya’s on his back, Keigo settling over him, when Touya says, “You don’t have to.” It’s not self-deprecating, just an honest statement.
The sentiment is sweet, but Keigo shakes his head and grins. “I want to.” He absolutely cannot wait to get his hands and his mouth on him again, if Touya will let him.
“I’m all yours then,” Touya says flippantly, exactly what he wants to hear.
You are, aren’t you? Keigo doesn’t say. He still bends down to kiss his cheek lingeringly. When he leans back, Touya is blushing almost harder than when Keigo was grinding against him. So cute.
While Keigo's brain had been busy turning back on, Touya’s hard-on has softened, just a little. Now that Keigo has his mind back, he’s happy to properly enjoy the sight of him, his blush, his eyes (currently avoiding his own), his reddened lips, his chest, his scars, his tattoos, and his dick, which he can finally put his hand on. He strokes him, once, twice. He tests a tight grip, the way he likes, but when Touya reacts more to a looser grip on the next try he continues with that. He gets into an uneven rhythm, and Touya’s gasps and whimpers are music to his ears. Keigo’s eyes don’t leave his face for a moment, attentively keeping track of every variation of his expressions and reactions. In barely a few minutes, Touya’s back to full hardness.
“Can I finish you off with my mouth?” he asks, still idly stroking, and Touya’s eyes fly open.
Keigo can’t help a light laugh at the wild look in his eyes and his disheveled hair and the way he’s pretty sure Touya twitched in his grip when he asked. “Yes,” Touya croaks out.
Shuffling down Touya’s body, he holds the base of his dick, and then he starts with his tongue, pressing the flat of it and licking from where his hand stops and up to the tip. He wrinkles his nose a little at the taste of latex and lube, but it’s worth it for the noise Touya lets out.
“Oh fuck,” Touya says, and Keigo smiles privately before taking him in his mouth properly. He’s not that practiced at it, but he knows some tricks. He relaxes his jaw, taking him in deeper. He hums around him and Touya thrusts his hips by reflex, Keigo scrambling up not to choke. “Fuck, sorry,” Touya says, and the breathlessness of his voice is very satisfying.
“It’s fine,” Keigo says. He strokes Touya’s dick with his hand a few times and then he bends down again, holding down his hip with his free hand this time. He starts with the tip only, sucking on it while he twists the hand he has on his dick.
Then he takes him in deeper. Touya involuntarily tries to thrust up again when he uses his tongue, but this time Keigo’s ready and he holds him down without difficulty. He starts bobbing his head, taking what he can in his mouth, using his tongue on the length and the tip, and he uses his hand for what he can’t fit. “Keigo,” Touya sighs.
Keigo very carefully drags his teeth against his length the next time he comes up, and Touya sucks in a quick breath, cursing. Keigo has to hold him down again. Then he picks up a little speed, hums around him, twists his grip. Touya moans brokenly, and his hand finds Keigo’s hair. Keigo lets him grip it, as he’s not holding down Keigo with it, just bracing himself. Keigo takes his mouth off him for a moment, wiping his chin of spit with the back of his hand. “Close?” he asks, discreetly rubbing his jaw which has started to ache.
He briefly meets Touya’s half-lidded eyes, but his gaze barely focuses on him. “Hmm hmm,” Touya replies, acquiescing. When Keigo gets his tongue on him again he whimpers. Yeah, he’s close alright. He takes the tip of his dick in his mouth, sucks on it, and the next time Touya tries to thrust up he lets him, keeping his mouth slack to take him in. Touya lets out a strangled noise and his gaze on him gets more intent. When he understands that it wasn’t a mistake on Keigo’s part, his eyes widen. He does it again, thrusting into his mouth, his eyes slipping closed again in a moan as his head falls back.
Keigo still keeps a hand on his hip in case he goes a bit too far and Keigo needs to hold him down again, but otherwise he lets Touya set the pace, as the latter grips his hair hard and fucks his mouth.
Suddenly Touya tugs him off and Keigo almost loses his balance as Touya pulls him up to kiss him deep. Touya wraps a hand around his own dick, jerking himself off briskly, and Keigo kisses him back hard and joins his hand to his, and then it’s over. Touya’s moan breaks their kiss, and his hand falters so Keigo gently pushes it away to stroke him for his release himself.
His dick stops twitching and he indulges in a last stroke or two before letting go. He eases off him, laying on his side and leaning his head on one arm while he buries the fingers of his other hand in Touya’s hair. He runs his talons against his scalp soothingly as Touya slowly comes back to himself.
Touya rolls away to dispose of the condom and tucks himself in, pulling up his zipper, before he’s back at Keigo’s side. He nudges him so that Keigo gets on his back again and he can lay down on his chest. Keigo’s hand find its way to his hair again.
“I won’t tattoo you for free even if you’re my boyfriend, you know,” Keigo suddenly says, breaking the silence.
“That’s fine with me as long as I do get to be your boyfriend,” Touya replies drowsily, and Keigo can’t help smiling, embarrassingly pleased.
Keigo’s hand wander, now more soothing than exploring, over Touya’s hair, his nape, his back, and he doesn’t notice he’s started tracing the path of the scars before Touya speaks up, sounding barely awake. “To be clear, it’s not that I want to cover them up,” he says. “The scars,” he clarifies when Keigo hums inquisitively.
There’s a pause, as Touya gathers his thoughts.
“I just like tattoos and, well... any tattoo bigger than a fingernail will end up being on some of this skin. Some artists can’t tattoo properly because of the texture. And that’s fine, honestly. The ones that pissed me off,” he says, tone turning dark, “are those that assured me they could, but ended up being fucking liars.” It’s obvious how lowly he thinks of them.
“Shit,” Keigo says, appalled. That’s just wrong. But Touya knows, he doesn’t need to be told. “Well, I can,” he declares confidently. Having extensively touched Touya in a professional and then very unprofessional manner, he knows he can. “You trust me?”
There’s a pause, before Touya replies, sounding tentative and surprised, “I do.” It doesn’t sound like it’s something he can say often.
The silence that follows lasts a few, drowsy minutes.
It’s Keigo who breaks it when he shivers from the cold starting to seep in. “Ok, maybe we should put our clothes back on.” His parlor was a terrible place to have sex. He doesn’t regret doing it one bit, though.
They pull their shirts back on and grab their jackets. Keigo turns off the lights. “If we’re fucking, can I finally get you to settle on a design idea and stop making me start from zero?” Keigo asks as he holds the door open for Touya.
Because Touya lives to make his life difficult, he immediately replies, “No.”
“You know,” Keigo complains as he locks up, “normally I charge when a client asks me to start over because they have a new, completely different idea.”
“Really?” Touya says, taken aback. “You never did that with me.”
“Well, no.” Obviously, he adds mentally as he rolls his eyes. He leans his back against the locked door. “I confess, I didn’t want to run the risk of you deciding to choose another artist and not being able to meet with you anymore.”
“Aww,” Touya says mockingly, but he’s touched; it bleeds through his tone despite him trying to hide it. “I’m special.”
“You’ve been special for a while,” Keigo replies, his fondness obvious. Touya blushes and looks away, before seemingly shrugging off the embarrassment. “So,” Keigo says, reluctant to let the night end. “Let’s… go home.”
“Separately?” Touya asks innocently.
Keigo pauses. “Doesn’t have to be. My place, then?”
Touya grins. “Lead the way.”