Thread continuation for thetaintedsorrow.

[goatsongs]

[from here]

Heh. I can think of plenty of people who'd call me vain for drinking to that one. Lucky I'm drinking with you instead.

[Chuuya drinks, naturally.]

Well, never have I ever been a sexy redhead.

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[thetaintedsorrow]

Oh, did he now?

[Chuuya looks awfully mischievous right now.]

You think he needs help? Maybe I should go see.

[vegetariangreatfestival]

No!

[Kenji sticks his hands on his hips.]

Chuuya-san gave me a job and I'm taking it seriously. You don't get to see him until he says you can.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Come on...

[Chuuya pouts. Who’s the child here?]

I just wanna see the guy I love all dressed up, you know?

[vegetariangreatfestival]

Nope.

[Both of them, probably.]

You'll get to see him at the wedding.

[thetaintedsorrow]

...fine.

[Well then. He should probably leave and come back later.

Or...]

Can you tell him I’m here then?

[vegetariangreatfestival]

Okay, I'll go tell him.

[Kenji scurries off, leaving Chuuya unsupervised for the moment.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Kenji is off, and he doesn’t even notice when Chuuya sneaks after him. One of the perks of his ability is being able to soften the sound of his footsteps, and he tries peeking around the corner to see poet-Chuuya in his kimono.

Hopefully he won’t be noticed.]

[goatsongs]

[The good news is that he can see Chuuya dressed in his white and red wedding kimono, as beautiful as any at "real" wedding. It's a perfect fit for him.

The bad news is that Mori is also here (to help Chuuya dress) so they couldn't have been too grossly affectionate anyway.]

Alright, I'll change back and go see him. Thanks, Miyazawa-sensei.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Oh, Poet-Chuuya looks absolutely breathtaking like that, and it honestly brings tears to Chuuya’s eyes. His fiancé...soon to be his husband...

Oh, but he can’t get caught peeking, so he’ll dart around the corner as quick as possible, hoping that his fiancé doesn’t catch on that he was spying.]

[goatsongs]

[It takes a while - changing into and out of a kimono is time-consuming even with help - but soon Chuuya tracks down his fiance. He's dressed in his usual once more.]

Sorry to keep you waiting.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[He’s handsome no matter what he wears.]

I’m happy to see you.

[He kisses poet-Chuuya’s lips with a grin.]

Everyone around here thinks pretty highly of you, you know.

[goatsongs]

[Fiance-Chuuya gets another kiss for good measure.]

Or I've only introduced you to the writers I like.

[It's a pretty short list.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Hmm...maybe.

[It’s hard to imagine anyone not liking the love of his life.]

Did you have any plans after this?

[goatsongs]

Just spending time with my fiance.

[He's never going to get tired of saying that.]

You?

[thetaintedsorrow]

Same.

[He gives Chuuya a playful little kiss to his ear before whispering into it:]

I’ve been looking at bridal lingerie~

1/2

[goatsongs]

[goatsongs]

W-warn me before you say something like that in public.

[Chuuya sounds like the breath's been knocked from his lungs.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[His fiancé is cute as hell when he’s flustered.]

But we could just sneak off to one of those conference rooms, right?

[goatsongs]

We're going to have to.

[Before Chuuya either jumps on him or dies of embarrassment. Either one he'd rather do in private.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

Whisk me away, Romeo.

[He’s horny. Sorry, Chuuya.]

I wanna get you off.

[He’s at least trying to whisper.]

[goatsongs]

[Chuuya doesn't have a response to that besides turning bright red, then grabbing onto his fiancee's hand and practically dragging him inside the nearest conference room.

If this Chuuya wasn't horny before, he certainly is now.]

[thetaintedsorrow]

[Chuuya gladly follows, and the second the door shuts behind them he’s crowding poet-Chuuya up against it with a playful smirk.]

Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.

[After he kisses his fiancé nice and hard, of course.]

[goatsongs]

[Poet-Chuuya barely manages to get the door locked behind them before mafia-Chuuya kisses him breathless. Not that he's complaining - even if he could complain with his mouth otherwise occupied.

He breaks for air, lips kiss-swollen and face flushed.]

Fuck me. Fuck me until I scream.

[thetaintedsorrow]

Gladly.

[Screaming might be a bad idea in a library, but Chuuya is all for it. Let the other (adult) authors know that poet-Chuuya is, and always will be, his.

He makes quick work of Port-Chuuya’s pants and urges his him to turn around before pulling them down along with his underwear. Without warning he spreads poet-Chuuya open and starts lapping at his hole to get him ready.]

[goatsongs]

[The kids can know that poet-Chuuya belongs to him, they just can't know the sexual part of that.

Chuuya's not thinking about that anyway, because thinking about anything besides his fiance's hot, wet, amazing tongue is far too much effort right now. He moans, his back arching.]

Fuck, yes, god-

[His hands are braced against the wall, and it won't be long until he's scratching into the wood just to try to keep himself steady and upright. No one will notice, probably.]