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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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[weaseled]

[It's clear from how carefully Yael handles Fai's hair that he's used to playing with long hair, stroking down through the fine strands and curling them around his fingers. He's taking his time with Fai just as he had when they first had sex in Fragment, taking the time to feel him on the flat of his tongue, to nose into his hair and breathe in his scent. Reality has so many small, but so very important legs up on the digital world.]

We'll have a different kind of cleanup to worry about.

[Pulling back, Yael smiles.]

Want a massage? Your muscles are full of knots.

[Did Fai realize Yael was studying his musculature?]

[fluorite]

[ A passionate one night stand is one thing, but it's something else entirely to feel studied, to feel like his partner is trying to get to know him inside and out. It's nearly intoxicating with now new it is. Not even his exes took so much time with him.

And it's why his cheeks are slightly flushed as he pulls away just a bit to laugh softly, his hands settled squarely on Yael's chest, one right above his heart. ]

After you went to all that trouble to get me on top?

[ He's surprised that Yael can tell he's tense, but... maybe he shouldn't be. ]

[weaseled]

[That flush... Ah, Fai really is lovely. Yael is already quite shameless in the way he appraises him, so why not gaze at him a bit more? He's earned those downturned eyes. Those flushed cheeks, and he makes Fai aware that he's noticed them, sweeping the backs of his fingers across one.]

It's fine. I can get where I need to from here.

[And by that, he means those poor shoulders. Nerves aside, he can imagine Fai carrying much of his stress in his shoulders given how much time he spends looking down at a textbook, the nerd. Yael's hands come up to knead into them, firm but relenting, seeking out knots and breaking them down beneath his fingertips.]

What's wrong? Having second thoughts?

[fluorite]

[ Some of those knots are intense enough that Yuui squirms a bit under his touch, gasping softly whenever Yael’s fingers press on a particularly tough knot. ]

Not at all.

[ He’d even shake his head if Yael’s hands weren’t so firmly pressed on his shoulders. ]

I’m just… nervous, I guess.

[ Yuui laughs, a touch sheepish. It’s strange. He’s never this nervous. ]

[weaseled]

[So he is nervous. That's what he thought. Yael's lips pull into a thin, knowing smile, kneading away as his eyes scan the room.]

Where do you keep your candles?

[fluorite]

Top right drawer in my dresser.

[ He’s specifying for a reason, don’t go snooping, Yael. ]

Aren’t you going to make fun of me?

[ Come on, he’s waiting for it, his fingers even lightly tapping Yael’s chest in anticipation of needing to smack him. ]

[weaseled]

[Oh, he knows Fai is specifying for a reason, and it makes him laugh. Keep your secrets for now, Fai.

Sitting up, Yael moves Fai off his lap before making his way over to the dresser and retrieving some candles. Pulling a lighter from his pocket, he lights several and places them around the room.]

I can, if that's what you're into.

[But otherwise, he's not so inclined at the moment. Returning to the bed, Yael sits himself on the edge and twirls his finger in the air: lay on your stomach.]

Mm, these candles aren't cheap. You really do love to indulge, huh. While I'm at it, got any lotion?

[fluorite]

Candles go on sale, you know.

[ But, ah. This whole thing is doing something to his heart, making it pound in a way it hasn’t in quite a while. He’s nervous, yes, but there’s an undercurrent of excitement there too.

Yuui pulls his jumper over his head before obediently laying on his stomach. ]

Lotion and oil is in my nightstand, top drawer.

[ He’s got a lot, so Yael is free to pick whatever scent he feels like. Yuui spends money on skincare and candles… he likes vibes. ]

[weaseled]

I wouldn't know, actually.

[Candles aren't something Yael regularly buys, but at least he knows when to use them. Leaning forward, Yael rummages through the nightstand's top drawer and grabs two bottles: one is lotion, the other massage oil. Yael whistles.]

You're prepared for anything, huh. Well, that works out.

[Not a lick of judgment in Yael's voice. He shifts, more of the mattress depressing and groaning beneath his weight, to straddle either side of Fai's hips. Pouring some massage oil onto his palm, he gives it a moment to warm to the temperature of his skin.]

So I take it you've been rubbed down before. How do you like it... monsieur?

[French does. Not sound natural when Yael speaks it. Hell, it doesn't even sound like he made any effort to pronounce the word right. While the oil warms in one hand, Yael digs out his phone to set the mood with the cheesiest b-grade porno music he can find online.]

[fluorite]

[ As much as Yuui does enjoy being on top, Yael's weight on him is so nice that he has to make an active effort just to bite back a sigh. Who needs weighted blankets when you've got a Yael?

But the combination of the awful music and the terrible French just makes Yuui laugh instead of contemplating Yael crushing him. ]

Pfft. You're such a dork.

[ He turns his head to the side so he can at least glance over his shoulder at Yael. ]

You know, not even my exes broke out the candles, bad music, and massage oil all at once. Touch me however you want to, Sheza.

[weaseled]

[His "performance" got a laugh out of Fai and that's all Yael was truly after. It seems he's distracted Fai from his nerves a bit too, which was his hope, setting his phone aside to begin spreading the oil evenly across Fai's back.]

Admit it: you're charmed.

[Not even Yael believes that, snorting a laugh.]

[fluorite]

[ Yuui was going to play along and give him a coy answer in response, but that little laugh of Yael's tells him he doesn't think that's the case.

Why not take advantage of the upperhand? ]

I am, actually. More than you might think.

[weaseled]

[Really now? That's flattering. Good to know. A real boost for his ego, but...

...Yael's hands swiftly slide up to crack Fai's neck without warning. Pop!]

[fluorite]

[ That motion and sound scares the hell out of Yuui, and he turns around as much as he can, smacking Yael's thighs. ]

I take it back, you asshole.

[weaseled]

[That only urges Yael to laugh again, full-bodied and genuine. He returns to massaging Fai's upper shoulders and neck in earnest.]

You're a riot, but man... there's a lot of fucked up back to untangle here. You're not doing yourself any favors by hunching over so much.

[fluorite]

[ It's so frustrating that such a genuine laugh practically melts all of Yuui's annoyance away. With a huff, he settles back down and closes his eyes. ]

Maybe you should've shown up earlier to help take care of it before it got this bad.

[weaseled]

I didn't know you when these knots formed. I can feel them, you know. Count their age like rings on trees.

[To illustrate his point, he digs his fingers into a nice, deep knot between Fai's shoulders.]

[fluorite]

One or two might be from you.

[ He hisses, his entire body tensing up underneath Yael as he digs in his fingers. ]

Ah... that hurts.

[weaseled]

Really? I'm honored.

[Ah, but he can imagine working loose such stubborn knots smarts quite a bit. By way of apology, Yael bends down low and presses a kiss to Fai's cheek, his voice gentle in his ear.]

Sorry. You'll feel better tomorrow.

[fluorite]

[ Unfair. It's absolutely unfair, the way that Yael manages to do the exact thing that'll make his heartrate skyrocket. ]

I think you should make it up to me instead of promising I'll feel better.

[weaseled]

Hm...?

[Is it not enough that I'm taming your knotty back? Yael huffs, amused, remaining close to whisper into Fai's ear.]

And how do you want me to make it up to you, exactly?

[fluorite]

[ He just barely suppresses a shiver, which Yael might feel as Yuui tenses up underneath him. But he manages to smile anyway, turning his head just a bit more so he can properly grin at Yael. ]

Kiss me, obviously.

[weaseled]

And interrupt your massage? Don't be so impatient.

[With one stubborn knot broken down, Yael gives Fai a break from the pain to massage the area with the heels of his palm.]

At least let me finish your massage. You can tally up the kisses I owe and I'll close out the tab later.

[fluorite]

...Fine. Just don't be overwhelmed when I reveal the tally.

[ He settles back down, flattening himself out again properly. That gentler massage feels nice enough that he sighs contentedly, his shoulders relaxing just a bit. ]

[weaseled]

Oh, I won't be. You're earning them, aren't you?

[What Yael hasn't told Fai is that he's going to be hella sore in a few hours, but when that tenderness goes away, he'll feel like a new man.

Yael continues on in silence for a time, letting the cheesy porno music work its magic, before piping up midway down Fai's back.]

Feeling a little better?