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[fluorite]

[ because sometimes things happen and you can't help it

there's untagged nsfw please beware and DON'T LOOK AT ME ]

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[fluorite]

[ Yuui looks up from the vase (now filled up partway with water) and back up at Yael. ]

Ah, so we're not calling it "hanging out" anymore?

[ He laughs, his heart beating a little bit faster in his chest. ]

I'd love to.

[weaseled]

[A snort, a smile that screams I know, I know. I'm an idiot. Yael shakes his head.]

They'll all be dates from now on. Go get dressed.

[fluorite]

[ After fluffing up his flowers, Yuui is about to go run over to his closet, but... ]

Why don't you pick something out for me?

[ He gestures to his closet. ]

Don't be shy.

[weaseled]

Seriously?

[You trust him to dress you, Yuui? Yael squints hard at him, trying to determine how serious he is.]

I don't know how to dress a guy like you.

[Whatever that means. With a huff of resignation, Yael steps over to his closet and starts rummaging around. What kind of clothing will he find?]

[fluorite]

Think about what you want to see me in. It's that easy.

[ But if Yael picks a shitty outfit, Yuui will change into something else.

As for his closet, he'll find crop tops, jeans, sweatpants, sweaters, tank tops, colorful t-shirts, plain button-ups... the world (Yuui's body) is Yael's oyster. ]

[weaseled]

[But would he fuck an oyster...? Something to think about.

Yael isn't particularly daring when it comes to his fashion choices, so he opts for a pair of dark grey slacks and a breezy blue sweater. He chucks them at Yuui over his shoulder.]

Anything else? Want me to go rifling through your drawers and picking out your underwear too?

[/s /s /s. Unless.]

[fluorite]

[ What about a Foyster? Would Yael love him if he turned into an oyster— ]

Good choices.

[ Yuui approves. He sets both pieces of clothing onto the bed. ]

You can do that if you want. Just don't get distracted by whatever you find in there.

[ Such as lingerie, fishnets, and maybe even a costume or two. ]

[weaseled]

[that's shucked up]

Please. I don't care about your underwear.

[Men's underwear is nothing fancy. It's not like he's going to pick up a pair of lacy panties while rifling through Yuui's briefs, right?

Until he does, lifting up a pair of lacy panties as if his fingers were salad tongs. He turns, the incriminating evidence dangling from his fingertips, and looks Yuui dead in the eye.]

Be honest. Do you wear these on a regular basis?

[fluorite]

I’ve worn them to the club before.

[ He raises an eyebrow, holding back a laugh at the way Yael holds them like they’re going to bite. It’s not like Yuui didn’t wash them. ]

And I’ll wear them if my partner asks nicely enough.

[weaseled]

[panties in da club...

Yael isn't concerned over cleanliness, per se, but like. How exactly can a man wear panties comfortably? Yuui isn't poorly proportioned by any means, but he fails to see how a thin strip of fabric like this could contain any portion of a man's genitals.

It's for that reason that Yael tosses them at Yuui and leans back against the dresser, arms crossed tight over his chest.]

Put them on. [Oh, right. "Ask nicely".] Please. I need to see this with my own eyes.

[fluorite]

[ Yuui just laughs as he clutches the panties to his chest. ]

Alright, alright.

[ He gets up, padding over to the bathroom. Before he shuts the door behind himself, he smirks back at Yael. ]

Remember what I said? No sex until you make it up to me.

[ With that, he shuts the door. It takes some real maneuvering to keep his junk secure in the lacy light blue panties, but he manages to arrange everything so that it at least looks cute and presentable. Well, presentable in private.

He finally walks out, giving Yael a little twirl so he can look. These panties actually hug him tight and snug, the lace pressed tight to his skin. ]

See? It looks good.

[weaseled]

[Geez, Yuui really does think of him as some sort of unhinged horn dog. Can't imagine why! Yael waits somewhat impatiently on the other end of the door, but then he's handsomely rewarded by the sight of Yuui in tight, lacy panties. Ooh. Aah. Awooga. Don't mind him leaning in to get a closer look.]

You really did manage to stuff it all into those panties. Not a bad look, I'll admit.

[fluorite]

[ He really has no basis for it, honestly. The horndog claims are unfounded.

Yuui gives Yael another little turn, and despite his words, he won't smack Yael's hand away if he tries touching him. ]

That's a big compliment coming from you. What is "not a bad look"? A ten out of ten?

[weaseled]

More like eleven.

[He shouldn't have let Yuui show him his scrawny ass in panties when they're on their sex sabbatical. Picking up his slacks, Yael balls them up and tosses them at Yuui.]

Let's get going, sexy. We have reservations.

[fluorite]

Reservations?

[ His tone suggests that he's worried about Yael being able to afford, even though he's aware Yael would never pick somewhere he couldn't manage.

Just for making reservations at all, Yuui doesn't change his underwear and instead immediately puts his slacks on over the panties before zipping over to his bed to put on the top. ]

[weaseled]

[Yael barks a laugh. He can hear the disbelief in Yuui's voice, but he's quick to pipe up, shaking his head.]

It's nothing super fancy. Don't get your hopes up too high.

[So he says, but Yuui will see with his own eyes soon enough. Yael extends his hand, wiggling his fingers.]

[fluorite]

Well, you know that fancy isn't too important to me anyway.

[ As long as Yael has put thought into it, that's all that Yuui really cares about.

He takes those wiggly fingers and intertwines them with his own. Blowing a quick kiss to Mokona, he leads Yael out of his apartment. ]

I'm excited, though.

[ It shows in the way he walks, too, with a little bit of a pep in his step. ]

[weaseled]

[Heh. Cute. Yael grins, allowing Yuui to lead him right up to his car before pulling open the door for him.]

Yeah? Want to guess where we're going?

[well you can BET IT'S NOT MEXICAN FOOD SINCE A CERTAIN SOMEONE RUINED IT FOR HIM]

[fluorite]

[ Yuui hops in the seat of Yael's car, immediately making himself comfortable as he stretches out his legs. ]

Italian?

[ He'd make the joke about it being Mexican food but it's probably too soon...

He turns to Yael the moment he gets in too, waiting for the car to turn on before immediately turning the radio to a pop music station. ]

Japanese? American? Egyptian?

[weaseled]

[God, of course Yuui would choose to put on pop music. Yael doesn't complain, exiting the complex and heading for the highway.]

Close. Ever had Mediterranean?

[fluorite]

[ Yuui makes up for it by a well-placed hand on Yael's thigh, at least, his fingers lightly brushing against the fabric of his pants. ]

I've had kebabs, but I haven't really delved into it much. You'll teach me all about it, won't you?

[weaseled]

[He reaches down to lace his fingers between Yuui's, squeezing his hand.]

Of course. Just don't expect a ton of vegetarian options.

[fluorite]

[ He squeezes back, crossing his legs in his seat so he doesn't wiggle around in excitement. That would be a little bit embarrassing, even for someone like Yuui. ]

Oh, don't worry. You know how much I like meat anyway, so I'll eat whatever you pick out for me.

[ Yes, he expects Yael to pick something out. He'd like to learn what the other man enjoys eating, after all. ]

[weaseled]

You said it, not me.

[He'll save the sexual innuendo for after the meal. As they make their way through early evening traffic, Yael tips his chin towards the coast.]

How often do you go to the beach?

[fluorite]

[ He expected Yael to grip onto that sexual innuendo and never let go. What a shock that he doesn’t.

Yuui turns his head where Yael gestures, humming softly in thought as his thumb brushes along the back of his hand. ]

Not very often. Do you? I know you like the outdoors.