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(fic) hypnosis mic | juto/doppo
m, c.400w
It's late in the morning and his bed is empty. Juto allows himself a slow, luxurious stretch as the morning light filters in through the window. The sheets are still warm and it's enough to spur Juto to his feet, stepping over the clothes discarded on the floor from last night.
Doppo is in his kitchen, mumbling under his breath at the semi-ancient coffee maker Juto has never bothered to replace or repair. Juto considers speaking up, to tell Doppo that it hasn't worked for months, but he hangs back and watches instead. Doppo's pulled his shirt back on but hasn't bothered to button it up, judging by the way it sits on his shoulders. Juto can see the hint of Doppo's boxers under the hem of his shirt and wonders how difficult it would be to convince him to take them off again.
With a low gurgle, his coffee maker returns to life. Doppo hums, evidently pleased with himself. Juto steps forward, hands settling on Doppo's sides. He's prepared for the way Doppo jumps slightly, letting it pass before presses a kiss to the nape of Doppo's neck.
"That coffee maker has been dead for most of the year," Juto murmurs, his breath making Doppo's skin blush a gentle pink. "I'm surprised you could get it to work."
"I just really wanted coffee." Doppo's voice is soft and embarrassed. "I thought of maybe going to the vending machine outside, but…"
"But?" Juto prompts, nudging his way under the collar of Doppo's shirt to kiss his bare shoulder. His hands slide lower, to Doppo's hips.
"I." Doppo pauses, his breath coming out in a rush. He takes a moment to gather himself and Juto isn't kind enough to stop sucking marks on his skin in the meantime. "I thought maybe you'd wake up and I wouldn't be here."
"Most of your clothes are still on my floor," Juto points out, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of Doppo's boxers. He injects a heavy amount of disapproval into his voice. "Most of them."
"Who would just walk around naked?" Doppo laughs shakily, turning around in Juto's arms. His gaze drops down. "Oh."
Juto backs him up against the counter, his hands sliding over the curve of Doppo's ass and squeezing through his boxers. "Let me talk you out of these."
"I wanted coffee," Doppo says against Juto's mouth.
Juto brings one hand to the front of Doppo's boxers, smirking when he feels just how hard Doppo already is. "Trust me, you won't mind waiting for it."
It's late in the morning and his bed is empty. Juto allows himself a slow, luxurious stretch as the morning light filters in through the window. The sheets are still warm and it's enough to spur Juto to his feet, stepping over the clothes discarded on the floor from last night.
Doppo is in his kitchen, mumbling under his breath at the semi-ancient coffee maker Juto has never bothered to replace or repair. Juto considers speaking up, to tell Doppo that it hasn't worked for months, but he hangs back and watches instead. Doppo's pulled his shirt back on but hasn't bothered to button it up, judging by the way it sits on his shoulders. Juto can see the hint of Doppo's boxers under the hem of his shirt and wonders how difficult it would be to convince him to take them off again.
With a low gurgle, his coffee maker returns to life. Doppo hums, evidently pleased with himself. Juto steps forward, hands settling on Doppo's sides. He's prepared for the way Doppo jumps slightly, letting it pass before presses a kiss to the nape of Doppo's neck.
"That coffee maker has been dead for most of the year," Juto murmurs, his breath making Doppo's skin blush a gentle pink. "I'm surprised you could get it to work."
"I just really wanted coffee." Doppo's voice is soft and embarrassed. "I thought of maybe going to the vending machine outside, but…"
"But?" Juto prompts, nudging his way under the collar of Doppo's shirt to kiss his bare shoulder. His hands slide lower, to Doppo's hips.
"I." Doppo pauses, his breath coming out in a rush. He takes a moment to gather himself and Juto isn't kind enough to stop sucking marks on his skin in the meantime. "I thought maybe you'd wake up and I wouldn't be here."
"Most of your clothes are still on my floor," Juto points out, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of Doppo's boxers. He injects a heavy amount of disapproval into his voice. "Most of them."
"Who would just walk around naked?" Doppo laughs shakily, turning around in Juto's arms. His gaze drops down. "Oh."
Juto backs him up against the counter, his hands sliding over the curve of Doppo's ass and squeezing through his boxers. "Let me talk you out of these."
"I wanted coffee," Doppo says against Juto's mouth.
Juto brings one hand to the front of Doppo's boxers, smirking when he feels just how hard Doppo already is. "Trust me, you won't mind waiting for it."