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[fluorite]

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

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[weaseled]

[...Yuui really does give him too much credit. All these fine qualities he's listing are things Yael really can't see in himself, but to his credit, he doesn't say so. The last thing he wants to do is disrespect Yuui's feelings by disagreeing with them.

The rain begins to pick up long before they reach the bottom of the hill. Fishing in his pocket for his keys, Yael pops open the hatch and deposits Yuui into the back of the SUV where he has blankets and a few other camping supplies tucked away. Joining him in the back, Yael keeps the hatch open to watch the ocean as the storm settles over it.]

Not a bad assessment, all things considered. But I really do think you need to put your foot down more.

[Yuui's seen him in a bad mood, but he hasn't seen Yael at his worst. That's what scares him.]

Mind if we stay here for a bit? It's nice and quiet, no one around. I enjoy the sound of the rain.

[fluorite]

I don't mind at all.

[ He's more than happy to indulge Yael here. With all the blankets and camping supplies in the back, it feels homey here.

His hoodie is soaked, however, so Yuui wastes no time in peeling it off, his shirt riding up as he tugs the hoodie over his head. ]

I thought I put my foot down enough, though. Or do you want me to order you around all day?

[ His comment is a little bit too lighthearted for what they're talking about, but he figures Yael will divulge exactly when he wants Yuui to pull him back. ]

[weaseled]

[Not too bad, right? Yuui can probably imagine Yael has spent more than a few nights sleeping out of the back of his SUV, but it's entirely by choice. Kicking off his boots, Yael leaves them on the asphalt and flops back, his head in Yuui's lap.]

I'll pass. Just love yourself as much as I love you and we're golden.

[But before Yuui can get a word in edgewise, Yael turns, clicking something. A string of white lights flickers on overhead, carefully strong along the roof of the vehicle.]

Not too bad, right? Every now and then I sneak off base and spend the night out here. Thought the lights were a nice addition.

[fluorite]

[ As much as Yael loves him, huh...? He wants to ask how much that is, but he hesitates, not wanting to make Yael feel worse that his feelings aren't returned in full quite yet. So, Yuui focuses instead on stroking Yael's hair, pausing when the lights suddenly come on. How did he not notice those before? ]

Wow. You really like creating a mood, don't you?

[ Even when he's alone.

With a soft smile, Yuui traces his finger along Yael's nose. ]

You're cute.

[weaseled]

[Yael's nose wrinkles, Yuui's touch ticklish, and his smile broadens.]

Yup. I don't light candles in here or play cheesy porno music when I'm trying to relax, though. I save the good stuff for you.

[fluorite]

[ His finger hops off of Yael's nose to press down on the corner of that smile. If only he could keep it forever. ]

Now I wonder what other good things you'd save for me. Do you ever plan on putting whipped cream all over your chest and dick?

[weaseled]

All over mine?

[Yeah, right. Yael reaches up and lightly flicks Yuui's nose.]

I've imagined putting whipped cream all over you. You'd make a nicer dessert than me.

[fluorite]

[ Scrunching up his nose, he bats at Yael's hand so he can have another bite of his salad and contemplate the logistics of who would be tastier. ]

Nothing wrong with a meaty dessert, though.

[weaseled]

I'll pass on steak for dessert.

[But if that's what Yuui's into, who is Yael to judge...]

Don't tell me you'd actually want to try that.

[fluorite]

Well, I wouldn't be opposed.

[ But it sure feels like Yael is judging here... Shoveling the last few bites of salad into his mouth, he eyes Yael until he swallows. ]

Have you ever played around with food like that?

[weaseled]

[Yael shakes his head.]

No, but that shouldn't surprise you.

[Not with how often Yuui accuses him of being a very vanilla man, which he is.]

[fluorite]

[ Since they're still in a restaurant, he leans forward and lowers his voice. ]

Did you mostly do missionary?

[ With the lights off? ]

[weaseled]

[Yael snorts, nodding.]

Yeah, but not for the reasons you think. That's what got my ex off.

[fluorite]

Sounds like she was efficient.

[ Yuui has so many questions, but he doesn't exactly want to delve into Yael's previous sex life more than he already has. ]

I'll try most things once, you know. If you ever come across something you want to try, ask and I'll probably give in.

[weaseled]

[Yael's smile goes slantside. A small correction:]

She knew what felt best for her own body.

[And Yael was happy to cater to her needs just as he is with Yuui.]

I should be the one asking you about freaky new positions... in the car, preferably.

[They can continue this conversation in the car and later on the beach.]

[fluorite]

That's efficient in a way, you know.

[ But he's done now and Yael has presumably paid, so Yuui motions for him to get up. ]

Then let's carry on this discussion, shall we? I'd like to hear about what feels best for you too.

[ Though he has a feeling he knows at least one thing Yael enjoys most—oral sex. ]

amb admitted to being the one who gaslit us

[weaseled]

[Conveniently, THEY'VE BEEN IN THIS FUCKING CAR FOR THE LAST SEVERAL TAGS AND NOT IN THE MEDITERRANEAN RESTAURANT,

What feels best for him, eh...? That's. That's embarrassing and hard to answer, so when in doubt, fall back on sarcasm!]

Getting fucked in the ass by you.

WAUUUUUGH

[fluorite]

[ YOU EVER JUST.... FORGET?

Yuui laughs, reaching down to pinch his nose. ]

Are you sure about that? I can top, you know.

[ He's done it before and he's good at it, he swears. And he's not going to let Yael get away with his sarcasm. Time to open up in more ways than one, bitch. ]

[weaseled]

Can you? I can't imagine you topping. You're too big of a bottom.

[But a man's a man, no? Even if Yuui prefers being catered to and spoiled, his hips have a biological imperative to move. Yael's sure Yuui could top, but with finesse? Maybe not.]

[fluorite]

I've topped plenty of times.

[ Yuui pinches at Yael's cheek, tugging on it. This proves his point, right? ]

I don't think you have it in you to bottom. You're too chicken.

[weaseled]

[Absolutely not. Yael snorts, his grin smug, and rolls to rest his cheek on Yuui's knobby knee.]

Tell you what. Since you're so eager to prove yourself, let's make a bet: if you can make me come without using your hands, I'll give you a hundred bucks.

[This is it, Yuui. Your chance! Not that Yael expects they'll even get to that part when there's no lube in this car.]

[fluorite]

[ Isn't Yael smug? It makes Yuui want to wipe that little grin right off of his face. ]

Sure. Why not?

[ Honestly, the money doesn't even matter. He just wants Yael to be proven wrong, and what's more motivating than seeing the man you're falling for make a fool of himself?

Yuui shifts around, letting Yael's head roll off of his lap so he can crawl up to the front and reach in the glove box, quickly pulling out a bottle of lube. ]

We'll need this, right?

[ It's his turn to look smug now. Though you could get one up on him, didn't you? ]

[weaseled]

[Yael remains contently smug until Yuui wiggles his way up to the glovebox and finds, shockingly, a bottle of lube. When did that get there? Did Yuui plant a goddamn bottle of lubricant in his glovebox???

Sitting up, there's surprisepikachu.jpg written all over Yael's face. What the fuck, Yuui.]

Question. How long has that been in there?

[fluorite]

A little while? After one of our dates, I stashed it in there just in case.

[ You know, for moments like these. Yuui likes to plan ahead, after all.

He clambers back into the cozy spot Yael has set up, holding up his prized possession. ]

You didn't think I'd actually have some, right? Don't make bets that you aren't capable of participating in, Sheza.

[ This is his real out. ]

[weaseled]

[Joke's on Yael for underestimating his boyfriend's horniness. With a sigh, Yael flops back and assumes the pillow queen pose, going boneless against the blankets.]

Hurry up and get it over with.

[Use it. His clown hole.]