Pairing: Yagyuu/Niou, Yanagi/Kirihara
Rating: PG-13/R for the most part, NC-17 overall.
Word Count: 5,249 this part, 12,915 overall.
Summary: Kirihara follows his heart and Niou gets what he wants.
Notes: Written for shikishi @ santa_smex. Has been heavily modified from the original version posted (story didn't change, but things have been added and deleted. Now with 60% less parentheticals!). And here is my ginormous thanks to giving_ground, impressioniste & roll for putting up with my whining over how long this thing was getting and its former unfortunate lack of boysex. XD; Also, too long for one post so splitting it to two.
Part one here
Thursday was nothing more than average; Yagyuu's wallet was a thousand yen heavier, Kirihara was still complaining about his upcoming English exam, Niou was as antsy as ever and Yanagi somehow seemed a little happier. Maybe it was the knowledge that soon they'd be out of school on their winter break or just high spirits in general, but that afternoon the tennis courts seemed to buzz with good moods and happy shouts.
Even the unusually cold weather didn't seem to dampen anyone's spirits; Rikkai's regulars and several of the other team members ran quickly back and forth, balls smacked heavily from one end of the court to the other. By the time Yukimura called them in for the evening a light snow had begun to fall, most of it melting the instant it hit asphalt and sweat-soaked jerseys.
With snow being such a rarity in their area not many wanted to leave just yet, instead trying to catch the falling crystals on their tongues and chasing each other around the tennis courts until the chill finally hit their bones and it got too cold to continue. Tired, sweaty and breathing heavily the remaining boys trooped to the locker room and went about their business, chatting loudly and changing into dry clothes.
"Think it'll stick?" Kirihara asked no one in particular as he bundled himself up in his school uniform and a thick coat, rubbing his hands together and breathing on them for a moment before stuffing them into his pockets.
"If it does, it'll be mostly gone by morning." Yagyuu replied from behind his scarf. He highly doubted it would last for more for a few minutes, and if for some reason it did manage to stick and continue snowing, it would be nothing but filthy slush come morning.
"Says you, spoilsport." Niou butted in, throwing an arm around Yagyuu's shoulders and leaning against him. No one could hear what he whispered to Yagyuu, but it appeared that the rosy colour of Yagyuu's cheeks was no longer simply because of the cold.
"Aww, man. Wish it'd stay." Kirihara grumbled, packing his belongings away and slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Your house?" He asked Niou as he walked towards the door, pausing only to look back over his shoulder curiously.
"Not today, brat. Busy." Niou grinned, steering Yagyuu to the door and giving him a little shove out. "Right, Yaaagyuu~?"
"Right." Yagyuu muttered; he wasn't enjoying being treated like a piece of meat.
Once Niou and Yagyuu left Kirihara made a face, then looked around at the rest of his friends expectantly. "You guys?"
"I can't today, Akaya. I'm sorry." Yukimura's voice at least sounded sincerely apologetic. "I promised my sister I'd take her to a movie today, just the two of us." As he moved towards the door he dropped a hand on Kirihara's shoulder. "But tomorrow, definitely. Bring your DS, I bought the new Pocket Monsters game the other day."
"'K." Kirihara replied to Yukimura's retreating back. "Damn." He muttered. Jackal and Marui, as per usual would be off to the arcade or wherever it was they usually went (Kirihara really didn't want to know) and Sanada had muttered something about his grandfather and kendo before he'd left.
"Let's go, Akaya." Yanagi said quietly, trench coat zipped up over his uniform and his finally returned scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. "You can't come over, but I'll walk you home." He explained when they left the building. "I might be able to stay for a little while, but not for too long."
It was then that Kirihara realized that in the nearly two years he'd known Yanagi, he'd never actually been inside his home, and he'd really never questioned why until now. "How come?" He asked, head tilting slightly to look up at the older teen. "I mean, how come I can't?"
"My mother won't allow it." Yanagi replied, gaze still focused on the now slippery sidewalk in front of them. "Even Seiichi and Genichirou have never been inside. She says we barely have space for our own family, we don't need to be inviting others in." Which seemed silly, honestly - certainly, their apartment was small and he even shared a bedroom with his sister, but it made no sense to say there wasn't enough room when his father often did not come home until well after any friends would have left and his sister more often than not was rarely home between school and part-time jobs. "I don't quite understand it, myself." He admitted.
"That sucks. So you've like, never, ever had anyone over?"
"Not since we moved here. We had a house in Tokyo, and Ayana and I were a lot smaller back then." He still missed the friends he'd had and the time spent in Tokyo, but now he had another ragtag gang of goofballs and miscreants to call his friends and keep him from dwelling too much on the past. "I don't mind it so much, at least I can leave if I want to."
"Oh." Kirihara paused in his step for a moment, waiting for the light to change so that they could cross the street. "Been in the same house my whole life. Mostly, we were in South Korea for a few months 'coz of my dad's work when I was little, but I don't remember much of it."
"It must have been nice." Yanagi murmured as the crossed the street and continued on their way. Suddenly he stopped, catching Kirihara's shoulder to keep the younger teen from walking off without him. "I'm hungry, want to stop somewhere?" It was only a small lie, cheeseburgers weren't a food he'd normally choose but it did mean more time wasted together and less time Kirihara had to spend home alone. "My treat?"
Never being one to turn down free food - it'd be just like he hadn't eaten anything at all in half an hour anyway - Kirihara agreed, and soon they were seated in a small booth with a pile of cheeseburgers and fries spread out between them. "Shanks." Kirihara said through his first bite, swallowing thickly before continuing. "So. Um. Wanna uh, go do something this weekend? I got nothin' 'cept what Yukimura-buchou sets me to do." Strength training, footwork exercises and weighted sprints; same old thing as always.
"Only if you finish your homework first." If Kirihara thought that because they were dating now it meant he could get away with not doing his schoolwork and neglecting his education, he was sorely mistaken. In fact, it was quite likely that Yanagi would be even harder on him about it now.
"Aww, maaan! Do I have to?"
"Yes, you do. Sunday morning, nine o'clock. If you get your English exercises finished and and at least started on your math, we can go wherever you want to." Bribery was a dirty trick, but sometimes it actually did help . . . so long as it wasn't used too often and Kirihara didn't become reliant on or accustomed to being rewarded for doing the work he should be doing anyway.
Idle chat continued on for a while, and after Kirihara had managed to pack away four cheeseburgers and most of the fries the sky once again was growing dark. The rest of the walk back to Kirihara's house was more-or-less quiet; making plans for the upcoming weekend and commenting every so often about just how strange it was for snow to still be falling and now even sticking, creating little piles of white on top of signposts and parked cars.
Once safely inside the Kirihara family home they had a chance to dry off and warm up a little as they lounged around, flipping through television channels and eventually ending up huddled together under a thick blanket, Kirihara fast asleep on Yanagi's shoulder. Yanagi knew he couldn't stay much longer, and once an ancient-looking grandfather clock chimed seven he shook Kirihara in attempt to wake him.
"Akaya, wake up." He said quietly, then again, louder this time.
"Mshh naw noww . . ." Kirihara mumbled sleepily, pulling the blanket tighter over his shoulders and nuzzling closer. "Five . . . more minutes, papa. . . ."
Disturbing as the thought of being the guy's father was, Yanagi merely smiled. "Akaya, wake up. I have to go home now." A hand traveled beneath the blanket to Kirihara's stomach, fingers poised and ready for attack. "Come on, you have to move." When Kirihara neither moved nor actually woke up his hand went to work, fingers diving under Kirihara's shirt to tickle unprotected sides and the warm flesh of his stomach.
That had seemed to work beautifully, despite the fact Yanagi was certain he'd suffer damage to his hearing from the loud screech Kirihara had let out. "Stoppitstoppitstoppit!!!" Kirihara wheezed, sleepy brain somehow managing to comprehend that if he didn't move or fight back, the torture wouldn't stop. As his hands parried the one attacking he scooted back away from Yanagi, owlish eyes watching the older teen. "What what whaaat."
"I have to go now." Yanagi replied as he got to his feet. He moved around, gathering his things and yanking his coat back on. "Your mother should be home soon, right? Go get yourself cleaned up and start your homework." Once he'd gathered together everything he needed he stepped in front of Kirihara, tugging the blanket back up over his shoulders and tucking it tightly around him. "And get a sweatshirt, you'll freeze. I'll see you tomorrow." Yanagi stood watching him for a moment, hesitating, and finally leaned forward to press a small kiss to Kirihara's cheek. "Homework." He reminded before making his way towards the door, tugging on his shoes and venturing back out into the cold air.
Kirihara sat stunned for a moment, seemingly unable to speak until after Yanagi had already left. Rather than get up and chase him, Kirihara pulled out his phone and rapidly punched in several numbers and a message. After staring at it for several seconds, he finally hit 'send'.
C u l8er
When Yagyuu had tried to pull out his school books, Niou stopped him. "Time for that later. Your brain's gonna explode if you keep your nose in the books. Ain't due 'til next week, anyway." Perhaps not surprisingly, Yagyuu listened - Niou was right, if he was spending time away from his mother's watchful eye, he might as well enjoy it and procrastinate for once. And Niou, naturally, was all too happy to help him forget everything.
No sooner than the door had been locked did Niou have him pinned to the wall, eagerly popping the buttons of his shirt free and dipping his head to scrape teeth over Yagyuu's collarbone. A low moan bled from Yagyuu's throat as his fingers curled in Niou's hair, tugging lightly in a vain attempt at catching Niou's attention. Niou's head lifted and Yagyuu swooped in, his grip tightening as tongue swept over lip and he leaned in, forcing his way into Niou's mouth.
Niou pressed closer, kissing Yagyuu hungrily between heavy breaths and hands making themselves busy; one sliding up Yagyuu's back and scraping blunt nails along his spine while the other curled around the back of Yagyuu's neck and a knee pressed between his legs. There was a certain desperation to it; it had been far too long since they'd last truly been alone together, the frustration had taken its toll and only helped to spur them forward; hands exploring, clutching and clawing their way through rough fabric with the intent of stripping it away from heated skin.
After several minutes of torturous and teasing touches Yagyuu managed to break away from the wall, mouth attacking Niou's face and neck with a barrage of nips and kisses, hands busy with the buckle, button and zip of Niou's belt and pants as he steered him backwards towards the bed. It was no easy task to stumble almost blindly through the war zone known as Niou's bedroom floor without breaking their necks but somehow they managed; Yagyuu shoved and Niou pulled, both toppled down in a mess of bare skin and limbs and clothes.
What clothing remained was quickly stripped off and strewn about the room without a care. Calloused fingers roamed soft skin as they touched, Yagyuu straddling Niou and grinding his hips against Niou with loud gasps. Fuck, it felt good and not even the shrill ringing of his mobile phone that indicated his mother was calling could bring Yagyuu to stop.
"Aren't you-" Niou gasped when their erections slid together.
"Fuck it." Yagyuu replied as his head ducked and his tongue swept over a pert nipple.
"No, fuck me."
Yagyuu didn't need to respond, actions surely spoke louder than words. After a few moments he rolled off and hurried across the room to rummage through Niou's drawers - fuck him for keeping the shit so far away - tossing things left and right until he found what he was looking for. Lube acquired he stumbled back, pushing and prodding Niou onto his knees. He made quick work of the lubricant, slicking his fingers before leaning over Niou, slowly circling his entrance with one finger before easing it in. He didn't have to take so long to do it, he didn't have to hold out but somehow the wait always seemed to make the final result that much better, and given how infrequently this sort of thing happened he wanted to make it last.
A second finger joined and soon a third, his free hand stroking Niou's erection and lips tracing the back of Niou's shoulder as he breathed him in; enjoying a scent that was wholly Niou and reveling in the choked moans his boyfriend let out with each flick of his wrist, twist of fingers and swipe of his tongue.
"Fuck, cut it out, asshole." Niou panted as his back hollowed and hips rocked back and forth. It was driving him nuts, breaths were already ragged and his body ached for more; to be touched and teased, to be so thoroughly taken he couldn't stand it anymore.
With a smug smile Yagyuu finally pulled away, a hand dropping between his own legs to pump himself several times. He couldn't drag it out any longer, his cock was nearly throbbing against his thigh and his body demanded more.
Within seconds he had Niou flat on his back and had settled between his legs, one hand guiding himself as the other clutched Niou's hip tightly. One inch, two, and Yagyuu hissed as Niou's heat enveloped him; hunching over and sucking in a deep breath. A guttural moan rumbled in his chest and muscles tensed when he began to move; hips rolling slowly and evenly against Niou.
Nails clawed at Yagyuu's back when he leaned over to brace himself on one hand, the other traveling between heated bodies to once again grasp Niou's erection and stroke in time with his own thrusts. Niou rocked back against him with each thrust, hiking his legs further up and clinging to his partner, desperate for as much contact as he could possibly get. It didn't take long for Yagyuu to hit his stride; pace quickening and thrusts of his pelvis harder, low moans and panted breaths brushing over slick skin as Niou clung tighter to him.
Niou growled, sucking in several shuddered breaths as a hand moved to join Yagyuu's, fingers curling around his partner's and mimicking his movements. After a moment he pulled Yagyuu's hand away and replaced it with his own, dipping his fingers into the precum leaking from the tip before curling his hand tightly around the shaft, jerking himself to the erratic rhythm of Yagyuu's thrusts. Yagyuu braced himself on both palms and leaned forward, shifting slightly for a better angle and head dipping to catch Niou's lips in a hard, hungry kiss.
He broke the kiss with a loud moan, head dropping to Niou's shoulder and eyes squeezed tightly shut as his hips bucked against Niou. His head swam; everything seemed to act as a stimulant - the sharp sting of nails digging into his back, the tight, constricting heat taking hold of his dick, the beads of sweat dripping down the back of his neck, the pleasured moans ripping from Niou's throat and just how fucking hot Niou looked through the hazy glow of fogged glasses; sweat-soaked and pale skin flushed with exertion.
It was Niou who came first; semen spilling over his stomach and fingers, back arching as his head tilted back and he let out a loud moan. White sparks flashed in the backs of Yagyuu's eyes as Niou clamped tightly around him, several quick breaths taken in and let out as he pistoned into his partner; movements shaky and and becoming more and more frantic. It was all he could do to keep his focus, to ward off the dizzy feeling and the trembling of aching muscles; his body was demanding more than his mind could keep up with.
With a soft cry of his own Yagyuu came, weeks of pent-up frustration pouring out as he slammed into Niou's body again and again until finally, he just couldn't control himself anymore. Slowly he lowered himself down against Niou; his heart pounding so loudly in his chest he couldn't hear anything and chest heaving with gasping attempts at catching his breath again. Niou lay beneath him panting heavily, arms sliding around Yagyuu's back and clinging to him tightly.
The few quiet minutes they lay there seemed more like hours and by the time Yagyuu finally pulled his softening penis free and rolled off to the side breathing had more-or-less returned to normal and he could see straight again. Somehow the sight of the fogged bedroom window was amusing and for once, he didn't keep himself from laughing.
"What's so funny." Niou murmured sleepily, slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position.
"Nothing." Yagyuu replied as he lay back again, staring at the ceiling and just relaxing.
"If you say so." Niou took the chance to push and prod Yagyuu into a more suitable position, using Yagyuu's chest as a pillow once he was satisfied. It was nice, though, to be able to get Yagyuu to relax for once - to get him to laugh, even; something that Niou rarely heard even with how much time they generally spent together. If he was going to laugh, Niou didn't need to hear a reason why.
"I do say so. And I also say we have . . ." Yagyuu took a quick glance at the clock on Niou's desk. "An hour and a half before your family starts coming home, and I feel disgusting." The thin layer of semen on his stomach was beginning to dry and the congealing mess didn't really feel all that great. "Shower?"
"I think I like that idea." Niou replied. Potential for a second go? Well why the hell not? "But none of this scalding water shit, dear pain in my ass."
"I should hope I'm not." Yagyuu snorted as he slowly got to his feet, roaming the room to gather up his scattered clothing.
"Said before and I'll say it again. I'll be the thorn in your side if you'll be the pain in my ass."
As Yagyuu had predicted, the freak snow was completely gone by the next morning and by the following week it was as if it had never even happened. Normal activities resumed and the rain had started again, all that was left now was to count down the hours until they'd be free from school until January.
The day had seemed to drag on; classes, cleaning, and tying up any loose ends they had. That afternoon would be the last group practice they'd have for the rest of year, but after forty-five minutes Yukimura and Sanada had given up trying to keep their attention and after a few words had dismissed the team. Niou and Kirihara had left together, as had Marui and Jackal, Sanada and Yukimura had parted ways at the school's front gate while Yanagi and Yagyuu had been left dawdling behind.
Not one to waste a good opportunity Yanagi quickly caught up, steadying his pace to walk alongside Yagyuu. "Yagyuu."
"Yanagi-kun?" Yagyuu replied, tilting his head slightly to watch Yanagi. While chatting during school hours and practice wasn't so unusual for them, something seemed strange about Yanagi having waited this long to go home, much less to want to speak with him.
No need to waste time with pointless chit-chat. "Would you mind if I asked you a few . . . personal questions?" Yanagi asked hesitantly. It felt weird to catch Yagyuu out of the blue to ask these sort of things, but as Yagyuu had far more experience in the subject than he did and was far more likely to give straight, honest answers than Niou was, Yanagi felt he didn't really have much of a choice. Sure, he could wait and figure it out on his own, but he had someone besides himself to think about as well. "Nothing too personal . . . no details or anything."
"You ask, I'll decide what's too personal." Had it been anyone else but Yanagi he probably would have flat-out said no, but Yanagi wouldn't share his secrets with anyone else any more than Yagyuu would share Yanagi's. A simple matter of trust it was, and if Yanagi was trusting him with his questions, he'd trust Yanagi with his answers.
"Thank you." There were many things Yanagi wanted to ask, but for now he'd keep it to just the basics and limit himself to only a few key questions. "All right, then." He said, steeling himself against any potential embarrassment. "How long did it take for you and Niou to start kissing? With tongues."
He wouldn't laugh. He couldn't laugh; that would be nothing but cruel and Yanagi had never done anything to deserve it. "I honestly would not be surprised if Kirihara-kun was asking Niou-kun that exact same question at this very moment. But two weeks, give or take a few days."
Hmm, okay. So he wasn't too far off - not that he wanted his relationship with Kirihara to be identical to Niou and Yagyuu's (a rather frightening thought), but he did want to have some sort of general idea; he didn't want to take things too fast, nor did he want it to drag on. "All right. How long before you two started . . . getting physical?"
"Er." There was more than one definition of physical here - which to give, though? After a few moments of deliberation Yagyuu flushed slightly. ". . . Fooling around after about a month. We didn't . . . go all the way until about three months in." Mainly due to his own inhibitions, Niou had been more than ready and willing to jump the gun right from the get-go; Yagyuu had opted to wait purely for some further proof that Niou wanted him for more than just sex. "Though if you're wanting to know if and when you should start . . . whenever you're both comfortable with it and ready for it. Knowing Kirihara-kun he'll probably be quick about it, if it were me I wouldn't do it just because he wants to." There was something to be said about exercising control, and though it may sometimes work, it wasn't always the greatest idea to jump right into things.
"I see." Yanagi said softly. He hadn't even been aware that they'd both stopped right in the middle of the sidewalk. "Thank you again . . . and I apologize if I've made you uncomfortable." Red wasn't really a good colour on Yagyuu. Rather than just leaving it at that, Yanagi continued to walk alongside his friend, chat idle and dry. Before long it was time for them to part ways and head home. "I think Seiichi is planning to get everyone together sometime during break; if he does, I'll let you know."
"Thanks. If we don't, have a good new year, Yanagi-kun."
The parting of ways did little to calm Yanagi's nerves, but at least now he had some idea of what it was he wanted to do.
"F-fo . . . ru. Fo-ru. Ah, I get it! It's 'fall'!" Kirihara exclaimed excitedly as he waved his notebook around. Despite it being vacation Yanagi had insisted that Kirihara continue with his studies - simply from experience he knew that if he didn't, anything Kirihara had learned during the previous term would be completely forgotten by the time the new term started.
"Good, what's the next one? F-A-C-E-T-I-O-U-S."
"Uh. Fa . . . Fake tits? No, that ain't right. Faucets?" The excited look on Kirihara's face faded when Yanagi shook his head. "Damnit, it's one of those weird words, isn't it? The ones that don't sound like they're spelled."
"Right on. It's 'facetious'." Yanagi enunciated slowly. "It means something amusing or something you really shouldn't take seriously, and usually said when it would be better not to say it. Pretty much anything that comes out of Niou's mouth would be facetious."
"Oh . . . well, that wasn't fair! That one was hard!" Maybe if he pouted enough, Yanagi would stop giving him hard words.
But of course, it didn't work. "They'll get harder, so if you don't learn the hard ones they're giving you this year, they're going to be very difficult for you when you're a third year."
"It's so stupid, though."
"Stupid or not, you need to learn it. You don't want to look stupid if you're the only pro tennis player who can't speak it, right?"
"Guess so." Kirihara grumbled. Having to learn it didn't mean he had to like it. "Can we stop now? We started hours ago."
Yanagi thought for a moment - Kirihara was right, they had been at it for several hours already. "I think a break would be okay. One hour. Go." That should be long enough for Kirihara to relax again; once he started getting frustrated all hell tended to break loose and zero work got done.
"Only an hour? No fairrrrr." Even so Kirihara pushed away from the table and wandered towards the kitchen - couldn't think on an empty stomach, after all!
"It's plenty fair if you're wanting to go see that movie later." Perhaps luckily for Yanagi, he couldn't see Kirihara sticking his tongue out at him.
Fifteen minutes later found a very full Kirihara flopped across his couch, head resting in Yanagi's lap and fingers dancing over the buttons of his remote control in attempt to find something even remotely interesting on tv. Yanagi honestly thought the rapid flashing of the tv as channels changed was a bit annoying and would probably give him a headache but he kept quiet, instead focusing his attention on the hand brushing lightly through inky curls - Kirihara's hair was surprisingly just as soft as it looked.
"Akaya." He said once he'd seen the same music video flash onto the screen for the fourth time. "Pick something or turn it off. It's giving me a headache."
"Sorry." Kirihara murmured, and without complaint turned off the tv and dropped the remote onto the floor. "'M sleepy. Too much brain-work." Three hours of non-stop English exercises and a full stomach did not seem to bode well for him at all . . . not to mention he'd stayed up most of the night playing Street Fighter - one of these days he'd convince his mother that it would be a good idea to get his PlayStation 2 modded to play American games; really, playing the games in English would help his marks in school! . . . Somehow.
"Take a nap, then. I'll wake you up when it's time." Yanagi offered, hand still petting through Kirihara's gently.
"'K." Kirihara mumbled, shifting to curl an arm around Yanagi's thigh and nuzzling deeper into his lap.
As it turned out, Yanagi in fact did not wake Kirihara up; he had fallen asleep as well and it wasn't until his mobile rang two hours later did he jerk awake, nearly dumping Kirihara onto the floor in his haste to answer it. "Hello?" He asked groggily. Kirihara didn't even appear to have noticed that his 'bed' was moving. "Oh, hi, mom. Right now? Okay . . . give me twenty minutes. Bye." He shook Kirihara's shoulder as he flipped his phone closed. "Akaya, wake up. We overslept."
Once again Kirihara didn't respond and finally Yanagi gave up and gave the younger teen a shove, sending him toppling to the floor with a dull thump. Mean, maybe, but it got the job done. Once Kirihara had sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes Yanagi spoke again. "Akaya, I have to go home for a few hours, my mother needs my help with something."
"Uhhh?" Kirihara responded, brain still foggy with sleep and dazed from his fall. "Ohh . . . okay." He yawned, arms raised above his head to stretch his back and shoulders. "So we're not goin'?" He finally asked - if Yanagi was going home, that meant that there wasn't going to be any movie date and --
"I'll be back around six to pick you up." Yanagi promised, holding out a hand to give Kirihara a bit of leverage when he got back to his feet. He didn't let go when Kirihara stood, instead tightening his grip and pulling Kirihara down, his own head lifting and tilting to catch the younger teen's lips in a soft, sweet kiss.
Kirihara wasn't so fond of this being pulled around thing and soon crawled into Yanagi's lap, arms curling around his neck. He took it upon himself to deepen the kiss, tongue hesitantly sliding along Yanagi's lower lip; waiting, seeking, asking permission for entrance. Yanagi's chin tilted slightly as arms wrapped around Kirihara's lower back, lips parting slightly and tongue brushing lightly against Kirihara's. The kiss was wet and sloppy, messy and clearly showed all the signs of inexperience. It was nothing particularly spectacular but it was nice, and this was the sort of thing Yanagi imagined would only get better as time wore on.
He soon broke the kiss and sat back, watching Kirihara carefully. Kirihara's face was flushed and Yanagi's smile only served to make him redder - though whether out of embarrassment or joy was anyone's guess.
"I have to go now." Yanagi reminded, his grip around Kirihara's waist loosening and hands dropping to Kirihara's hips. "Work on your puzzles and be ready to go by six, okay?" For once the pathetic look on Kirihara's face almost got to him, but he quickly squashed any pity he may have had for him.
Reluctantly Kirihara crawled off of Yanagi's lap to sit next to him, a small pout still marking his features. "Can we do that again, too?" He asked as Yanagi moved about the room, gathering up his books and pencils and stuffing them into his bag.
Yanagi chuckled softly as he headed towards the door and his shoes. "I don't see why not. Remember, six o'clock. I'll call you when I'm on my way." It was just too bad Kirihara couldn't see the smile on his face as he stepped out the door.
Kirihara, on the other hand, thought it was too bad that Yanagi had had to leave so soon, things could've definitely gotten interesting.