they should play let's go island 3d

[pickoffs]

[ it's probably a miracle all of their dates aren't spent at arcades, kazuya figures. it's annoying, honestly, because kuramochi plays enough video games you'd think he'd rub off (heh) some skill, or something. he gets dragged into playing often enough, anyway.

his whining aside, he knows kuramochi likes these places, or whatever, and he's bad enough at, uh, pretty much everything, so kuramochi gets a laugh out of it. there are worse places to be.

which puts them at the usual game center, when he has a day free. ]

I'm not getting my ass kicked at Mortal Kombat today. I'll play anything else, but not that.

[ laying down ground rules... he's going to regret this. ]

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"slight" height difference

[pickoffs]

[ he's taken his time to kiss frowns off of kuramochi before, and he'd do it again, but he's pulling away, so kazuya just cups his hand at the back of kuramochi's neck and leaves it there.

he smiles. ] You sure settling down's what you're looking for?

[ but the cheeky shittiness cools off a teeny bit. he knows a move to put on the brakes when he hears one... he isn't stupid. but putting on the brakes and forgetting what he's going for here are two totally different things, so when he turns, his arm is still looped across his boyfriend's shoulders, and no, he is not heading for the living room. he's heading for the bedrooms, across the hall. ]

sdfhdsg

[basesteal]

[ it's not even dinner time and you're going to the bedroom? ] Dude, we just got back, of course I wanna settle down first! [ he's going to struggle to get out of being latched on by you, although he doesn't do so until right in front of the bedroom door. ]

Isn't this kind of shit for at night? [ because doing it before dinner just feels wrong. ]

[pickoffs]

[ he shifts and leans over, puts his weight on kuramochi's back. ]

What are you, a thirty-year-old salaryman? Should I go put on my apron and ask if you want the bath, or dinner, or... [ in the most obnoxious voice he can muster: ] me?

[ he snickers. ] We're too young to act like a middle-aged married couple, Yoichi!

[basesteal]

[ yoichi's going to give a frown at that. rude, that's almost twice as old as what they're supposed to be! ]

don't say like we're old farts, idiot! [ if you're going to keep being an ass he's going to reconsider being so closet you. he gives a light shove. ]

If you're gonna be an ass I ain't gonna do it.

[pickoffs]

Well, stop acting like an old fart.

[ he straightens up with the shove, hands on his hips. ]

If that's how you want it, then fine.

[ and he moves to go flop face-first on the bed... at least he pulled the covers flat this morning, landing on balled-up blankets would look stupid. but he's totally not pouting or anything, no sir. ]

[basesteal]

[ what are you, a five-year-old trying to guilt-trip someone into doing your bidding? ]

That's what I mean by being an ass, jeez! [ but he knows well enough that this shitty glasses is just going to act even worse if he just lets him be. he grumbles under his breath before moving over to the bed as well and gets on. ]

At least try to act more sexy instead of floppin' over onto the bed like some brat.

[pickoffs]

[ all you get is a butt wiggle, kuramochi. when there's weight on the bed next to him, kazuya turns his head, propping it up on his arms, and raises his eyebrows. ]

Says the guy who just tried to tell me people only do it at night...

[ but... you asked, kuramochi. he shifts his weight to reach over his shoulder, and pulls forward on his t-shirt until he can drop it off the side of the bed. putting his weight on his hip, he leverages up, and leans over kuramochi, dipping his fingers under the hem of his shirt without preamble, leaving his palm pressed against bare skin as he considers for a moment where to, well, start, looking kuramochi up and down. ]

i'll do better in next tag ksjdhfkjshg....

[basesteal]

[ "If you keep complaining I'm gonna leave" is what he would have said, but since miyuki's already on the move he'll just keep frowning as he lays still.

he'll just enjoy the sight for the time being, thanks. ]

i believe in u...

[pickoffs]

[ all that complaining and kazuya couldn't miss him looking if he wasn't wearing his glasses. he cracks a smirk that's as pleased as it is teasing, leaning down to kiss kuramochi softly, just once. he resettles his hand to press heavy against his hip as he shifts, and then he's kissing kuramochi again, open-mouthed and deep. tell him you're not interested when he's done leaving you breathless, buddy. ]

[basesteal]

[ do you want to try that because we all know how stubborn sports kids can be

the kiss leaves him slightly flushed in the face and out of breath... but he's not going to quickly be overwhelmed by just a kiss; he smirks a little as he licks his lips when the kiss parts and rests an arm on miyui's shoulder. ]

...Try harder.

[ it's obvious he's getting into it from that kiss, but he's just being an ass. ]

[pickoffs]

[ a former member of class 3-b being an ass... imagine that. this routine is so familiar he laughs. he leaves just enough space between them his words brush kuramochi's mouth when he speaks. ]

This the part where I say your wish is my command?

[ he has never said that a day in his life with any sincerity, and swallows it back down now as he tilts their mouths together, shifting to put his weight on his hands.

he breaks off to twist his hip and shift his knee until he's settling his weight back on kuramochi's thighs, knees bent and tucked up. his hand finds the bend of kuramochi's elbow near his shoulder, and he leaves his hand there as he leans back forward to kiss him again. impatient and greedy were always his middle names. ]