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(fic) hypnosis mic | jyuto/doppo
M, 370w shotgunning for kk
“Come on,” Jyuto says with a smile that Doppo has learned not to trust. “It’ll be fun.”
Fun, Doppo knows, means something very different to Jyuto. He opens his mouth to protest but he can’t when Jyuto is always crowding into his space, forcing him to back away across the length of the couch until his back hits the arm of it, startling a gasp out of him.
Doppo shouldn’t have followed Jyuto home. He shouldn’t have met up with Jyuto for drinks at all, knowing what it would lead to, just as it does every single time.
Then again, it’s the very reason he’s here at all. It’s the reason that he’s letting Jyuto corner him. Jyuto knows it too, from the smug and awful smirk that curves along his lips. From the look in his eyes over the rimless edge of his glasses.
“You remember how to do it.” Jyuto lifts his lit cigarette to his mouth and the tip of it glows orange as he inhales.
He reaches for Doppo’s chin, his red glove so incredibly soft against his skin, and pulls him close. Doppo shuts his eyes, lips parting on instinct. He feels Jyuto exhale into his mouth and feels the smoke curl against his tongue and throat, leaving everything feeling a little dry. He feels Jyuto’s lips brush against his, too light to be satisfying but he doesn’t want to give Jyuto the satisfaction of seeking out any more.
Instead, he clears his throat and keeps his eyes shut, so he doesn’t have to see the way Jyuto is undoubtedly watching him with that look he always wears when they do this, half mocking and half fond.
“Again,” he demands and Jyuto obliged, leaving him light-headed and dissatisfied.
“Again,” he rasps, his lips almost brushing Jyuto’s this time.
“Ag—”
“Hey, now,” Jyuto scolds lightly, chuckling infuriatingly. He pats his gloved hand against the front of Doppo’s pants. “Aren’t you a bit too eager?”
Jyuto is leaning over him now. All Doppo needs to do is lift his leg, slotting his thigh between Jyuto’s legs to confirm he’s in the same state.
“It’s your fault,” Doppo says. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Come on,” Jyuto says with a smile that Doppo has learned not to trust. “It’ll be fun.”
Fun, Doppo knows, means something very different to Jyuto. He opens his mouth to protest but he can’t when Jyuto is always crowding into his space, forcing him to back away across the length of the couch until his back hits the arm of it, startling a gasp out of him.
Doppo shouldn’t have followed Jyuto home. He shouldn’t have met up with Jyuto for drinks at all, knowing what it would lead to, just as it does every single time.
Then again, it’s the very reason he’s here at all. It’s the reason that he’s letting Jyuto corner him. Jyuto knows it too, from the smug and awful smirk that curves along his lips. From the look in his eyes over the rimless edge of his glasses.
“You remember how to do it.” Jyuto lifts his lit cigarette to his mouth and the tip of it glows orange as he inhales.
He reaches for Doppo’s chin, his red glove so incredibly soft against his skin, and pulls him close. Doppo shuts his eyes, lips parting on instinct. He feels Jyuto exhale into his mouth and feels the smoke curl against his tongue and throat, leaving everything feeling a little dry. He feels Jyuto’s lips brush against his, too light to be satisfying but he doesn’t want to give Jyuto the satisfaction of seeking out any more.
Instead, he clears his throat and keeps his eyes shut, so he doesn’t have to see the way Jyuto is undoubtedly watching him with that look he always wears when they do this, half mocking and half fond.
“Again,” he demands and Jyuto obliged, leaving him light-headed and dissatisfied.
“Again,” he rasps, his lips almost brushing Jyuto’s this time.
“Ag—”
“Hey, now,” Jyuto scolds lightly, chuckling infuriatingly. He pats his gloved hand against the front of Doppo’s pants. “Aren’t you a bit too eager?”
Jyuto is leaning over him now. All Doppo needs to do is lift his leg, slotting his thigh between Jyuto’s legs to confirm he’s in the same state.
“It’s your fault,” Doppo says. “What are you going to do about it?”