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[Yami no Matsuei] "Waiting for This Moment" (PG-13)
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fic_promptly's Author's choice, author's choice, you would never have figured [character] was a virgin for so long Featuring Hisoka and Tsuzuki in an intimate moment.
Alone in the hotel room, after wrapping up a case, the roads and rails too snowy for them to head home, and they decided to make the most of their time alone. Hisoka had seated himself beside Tsuzuki, slipping an arm behind the elder shinigami's back.
"You sure we should do this now?" Tsuzuki asked, shyly, but did not pull away from his partner.
"You've been giving me the vibe for months now: I'm ready if you are," Hisoka said, running his fingertips along Tsuzuki's spine.
"Well," Tsuzuki said, hesitating, and Hisoka could feel a medley of conflicted emotions rising from his partner's heart and soul. "This is my first time, and... well, I kind of wanted to make it special. Y' know, flowers, candles, a nice dinner."
"Rose petals on the sheets?" Hisoka asked, dryly. Memories rose in Tsuzuki's mind: a kiss stolen from a classmate, a young man who had grown up in the same village as Tsuzuki, followed by that classmate rejecting Tsuzuki; other stolen kisses, one from an American nurse after the war, another from a previous partner, a near miss from Tatsumi which lead to their drifting apart as partners in the field, the Count's gloved hands copping a feel of Tsuzuki's backside. Hisoka had to draw his hand away when Muraki's pale face emerged in Tsuzuki's mind. "Funny, I'd think someone your age and with the number of admirers you've had, you would have done the deed by now."
"That's just it: I had plenty of chances to, but I decided not to take any of them," Tsuzuki replied, bowing his head, till their foreheads nearly touched. "I wanted it to be the right time, with the right one."
Hisoka looked up into Tsuzuki's eyes. "So, does that make me the right one?"
Tsuzuki nodded slowly. "Yes, yes it does," he said. "But if you'd rather do it now, we can."
Hisoka gently took Tsuzuki's hands into both of his. "No, we'll do it when you're ready: I won't hurry you."
Tsuzuki's lips parted in a soft smile. "You'd hold off, just for me?" he asked.
"Of course: You're worth it, worth waiting a little while longer till we've got the right romantic atmosphere," Hisoka said, reaching up to stroke Tsuzuki's cheek before getting up to turn down the covers on the other bed...
fic_promptly's Author's choice, author's choice, you would never have figured [character] was a virgin for so long Featuring Hisoka and Tsuzuki in an intimate moment.Alone in the hotel room, after wrapping up a case, the roads and rails too snowy for them to head home, and they decided to make the most of their time alone. Hisoka had seated himself beside Tsuzuki, slipping an arm behind the elder shinigami's back.
"You sure we should do this now?" Tsuzuki asked, shyly, but did not pull away from his partner.
"You've been giving me the vibe for months now: I'm ready if you are," Hisoka said, running his fingertips along Tsuzuki's spine.
"Well," Tsuzuki said, hesitating, and Hisoka could feel a medley of conflicted emotions rising from his partner's heart and soul. "This is my first time, and... well, I kind of wanted to make it special. Y' know, flowers, candles, a nice dinner."
"Rose petals on the sheets?" Hisoka asked, dryly. Memories rose in Tsuzuki's mind: a kiss stolen from a classmate, a young man who had grown up in the same village as Tsuzuki, followed by that classmate rejecting Tsuzuki; other stolen kisses, one from an American nurse after the war, another from a previous partner, a near miss from Tatsumi which lead to their drifting apart as partners in the field, the Count's gloved hands copping a feel of Tsuzuki's backside. Hisoka had to draw his hand away when Muraki's pale face emerged in Tsuzuki's mind. "Funny, I'd think someone your age and with the number of admirers you've had, you would have done the deed by now."
"That's just it: I had plenty of chances to, but I decided not to take any of them," Tsuzuki replied, bowing his head, till their foreheads nearly touched. "I wanted it to be the right time, with the right one."
Hisoka looked up into Tsuzuki's eyes. "So, does that make me the right one?"
Tsuzuki nodded slowly. "Yes, yes it does," he said. "But if you'd rather do it now, we can."
Hisoka gently took Tsuzuki's hands into both of his. "No, we'll do it when you're ready: I won't hurry you."
Tsuzuki's lips parted in a soft smile. "You'd hold off, just for me?" he asked.
"Of course: You're worth it, worth waiting a little while longer till we've got the right romantic atmosphere," Hisoka said, reaching up to stroke Tsuzuki's cheek before getting up to turn down the covers on the other bed...