In a way, Yukimura envies this ability of Akaya's to be so earnest and direct even with a statement that makes him so vulnerable. That level of comfort with self-exposure is a freedom for Akaya to be fully himself whatever the circumstances. For Yuki, it simply isn't the same, and never has been. He wouldn't change himself, but he can recognize his style's drawbacks along with its strengths.
"It's difficult when we fight," he says in return. It's his own way of conceding the same.
Akaya gives him a look, a slightly exasperated cock of his head. Well, he'll take what he can get. He laughs and presses closer, offering up his face. Kiss it, if you want to. You know you do.
Despite himself, Yuki feels a humored smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Really, Akaya is the biggest brat he's ever seen-- and the absolute last person who should never be resisted. Which is why Yuki isn't going to jump into that kiss Akaya's pushing for just yet.
"That doesn't sound like much of a challenge for you," he teases.
No, but Yuki doesn't think Akaya would enjoy a lack of any challenge as much as he suggests. It's part of his nature to push boundaries, and where would the fun for him be if the boundaries simply didn't exist?
Yuki leans in enough enough to touch their noses and foreheads together.
"I see. So that's free license for you to run wild with the reins?" Akaya should know better than that. Yuki may be soft-spoken, but he isn't the type to passively lie down. He has a competitive streak a mile wide himself.
"Maybe," he says, grinning at him as their foreheads touch.
Yuki's not fooling anyone. Akaya knows Yukimura thrives just as much on the challenge as he does. It might not always be stress-free, but he thinks it's well worth the whirlwind. Akaya doesn't just prefer spice in his food, after all.
He reaches up and runs the back of his fingers down Yukimura's cheek.
He's still grinning when Yukimura leans in for the kiss. Always a little cocky, yes. But there can be some uncertainty, too. It makes the moment better, more real. If Akaya says what he means, then Yukimura shows it. Or so he'd like to believe. He slides that hand behind Yukimura's neck and pulls him into a deeper kiss.
And now it's okay. Ultimately it doesn't matter much whether breaking the ice happens by pretending the fight never happened or by acknowledging it did and slipping into some back and forth.
He doesn't rush the kiss, but guides it towards a natural close rather than encourage it to grow into a full-blown makeout session. This isn't really the place for that, and baby steps, after all.
"How much time do you have after we eat? I can find a couple of hours."
The kiss doesn't last half as long as he'd like, and he makes a dissatisfied sound in the back of his throat when Yukimura pulls away. Akaya isn't an exhibitionist or anything, but he doesn't really care about privacy much, either.
"Depends on how long it takes us to eat," he says, cheeky. The quicker they finish up here, the quicker they can get to other things. Since Yukimura is going to insist on eating dinner of all things, at a restaurant.
Yuki looks at him with some amusement. "Then I suggest you may want to browse the menu-- unless you already know what you're ordering?"
He can tell that Akaya is impatient. It's unsurprising; for someone so outwardly wild and independent, Akaya is a strongly affectionate sort, and it seems to take its toll especially when they're separated for a time, whether because of a fight or because of scheduling difficulties. It's hard for Yuki to admit, but it's one of the things he most likes about him.
This perhaps just isn't the most opportune time for it to manifest itself.
"What are you suggesting?" He asks through a quiet laugh that's torn between amusement and slight discomfort. Nothing against getting more intimate, but this is still a restaurant! It's just not the place for hickies and hand jobs.
Sure it's nothing. As Akaya nuzzles his ear, Yuki's hand glides up to his wrist and takes it in a gentle but firm clasp. And he turns his head just enough to put his mouth by Akaya's ear for a whisper.
"That's the opposite of what I'm going to do to you later..."
"Look who's talking," Yuki teases back. "Have you even spared two glances at the menu?"
Don't think he'll be leaving until he sees you eat real food. He knows better than anyone the crazy schedules of a music idol. One can only go so long subsisting on energy drinks and snacks.
"Pfft. Still acting like the captain. Fine, fine."
Akaya waves the waiter over with an impatient gesture and informs him of his order. Green curry with saffron rice, something pickled, and a beer. And he'll sit back making eyes at Yukimura until he's done ordering and they can hurry through this formality of dinner.
Old habits die hard, they say. Perhaps especially when they come from a place of caring. Satisfied with what Akaya orders, Yuki places his own order for a meal with grilled fish as the entree.
And once the waiter has left with their orders, he sends Akaya a look of feigned exasperation for those distracting eyes. Patience has never been the young man's strong suit, he knows. And he understands sexual desire, so he can't be too upset at the antics. Still, Yuki thinks quietly in the back of his mind: surely Akaya can appreciate spending some time together that isn't between the sheets?
With Akaya, what you see is what you get. He doesn't really make any excuses for himself. He wants something, he lets it be known. Yukimura is often the opposite. He can be so damn restrained. It's a strength of his, but Akaya finds it frustrating sometimes. Maybe that's why he likes provoking him like this in public.
He backs off though. They've only just decided to stop fighting, after all. He leans back in his seat.
"Asahikawa. We'll travel south through the islands from there, finishing in Okinawa," Yuki explained. "With the weather starting to get colder, I didn't want the north on the tail end." A few weeks could make a big difference this time of year.
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"It's difficult when we fight," he says in return. It's his own way of conceding the same.
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"Then don't fight me."
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"That doesn't sound like much of a challenge for you," he teases.
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His smirk turns a little more suggestive, the kind of look he might've given him back in high school, when his crush was obvious.
"You're not my captain anymore."
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Yuki leans in enough enough to touch their noses and foreheads together.
"I see. So that's free license for you to run wild with the reins?" Akaya should know better than that. Yuki may be soft-spoken, but he isn't the type to passively lie down. He has a competitive streak a mile wide himself.
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Yuki's not fooling anyone. Akaya knows Yukimura thrives just as much on the challenge as he does. It might not always be stress-free, but he thinks it's well worth the whirlwind. Akaya doesn't just prefer spice in his food, after all.
He reaches up and runs the back of his fingers down Yukimura's cheek.
"You like it when I do."
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And with that, he tilts his head enough to initiate a kiss.
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He doesn't rush the kiss, but guides it towards a natural close rather than encourage it to grow into a full-blown makeout session. This isn't really the place for that, and baby steps, after all.
"How much time do you have after we eat? I can find a couple of hours."
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"Depends on how long it takes us to eat," he says, cheeky. The quicker they finish up here, the quicker they can get to other things. Since Yukimura is going to insist on eating dinner of all things, at a restaurant.
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He can tell that Akaya is impatient. It's unsurprising; for someone so outwardly wild and independent, Akaya is a strongly affectionate sort, and it seems to take its toll especially when they're separated for a time, whether because of a fight or because of scheduling difficulties. It's hard for Yuki to admit, but it's one of the things he most likes about him.
This perhaps just isn't the most opportune time for it to manifest itself.
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Akaya smirks and sits back, pulling the neglected menu with him to glance at it.
"We should've met at my place."
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That may well depend on the person, though.
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Nothing salacious, really! Just a little something to tide him over.
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"Nothing," he says coyly. But he leans in just enough to nuzzle his ear.
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"That's the opposite of what I'm going to do to you later..."
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"Hurry up and order, then."
'Later' is a relative term, after all. It doesn't have be that long.
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Don't think he'll be leaving until he sees you eat real food. He knows better than anyone the crazy schedules of a music idol. One can only go so long subsisting on energy drinks and snacks.
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"I already know what I want."
Take that how you like. It's true, either way.
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"That's good to hear. I can't accept leaving until I've seen you eat a real meal."
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Akaya waves the waiter over with an impatient gesture and informs him of his order. Green curry with saffron rice, something pickled, and a beer. And he'll sit back making eyes at Yukimura until he's done ordering and they can hurry through this formality of dinner.
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And once the waiter has left with their orders, he sends Akaya a look of feigned exasperation for those distracting eyes. Patience has never been the young man's strong suit, he knows. And he understands sexual desire, so he can't be too upset at the antics. Still, Yuki thinks quietly in the back of his mind: surely Akaya can appreciate spending some time together that isn't between the sheets?
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He backs off though. They've only just decided to stop fighting, after all. He leans back in his seat.
"Where do you start your tour?"
He actually does pay attention, sometimes.
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