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[peresekat]

Well, that's a hell of a way to start a new job.

Looking after idols was supposed to be a step down on the difficulty scale. They're not supposed to have enemies or risky connections, especially not relatively new ones like this. The only real obstacle is supposed to be personality quirks and the one Akihiro had been assigned to seemed pretty easy to manage. At least he hadn't ended up shadowing the loud blond one or the sickly redhead. Both of them seem like a pain for very different reasons.

But somehow this guy already has a stalker, the sort of stalker that corners him when he's supposedly alone with a roll of duct tape in her bag, a pair of scissors slipped up her sleeve, and fuse that's already lit and burning down fast. The scuffle had only taken a few seconds to resolve but it had clearly left quite the impact on his charge. That's the only reason he can figure that the two of them are all the way out in Hinohara now, laying low in some rental house or another until Mitsuki feels up for heading back.

Well, Akihiro won't complain. It's basically a vacation for him, too, considering that watching after someone in tiny little village is much easier than doing the same thing in Shinjuku or Shibuya or anywhere else idols tend to preform. It's quiet and he has booze and the guy he's watching is easy enough to get along with. He's set to have a pretty good week, and that means it's hard for him to maintain any veneer of professionalism. So when they're settled in after dinner and the sun is most of the way below the horizon, it only feels natural to offer Mitsuki a cocktail with a casual, "Here."

... Wait, is this kid old enough to drink? Well... whatever.

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[otokogi]

Mitsuki just laughs, a quicksilver change from the face he made when he punched. "It is, I was joking! That's where my family's cafe is." Which says a lot about the reputation of font chocolat, but he couldn't be thinking less about that when he sees Akihiro stand up.

The careful praise, which is how he takes Akihiro's reaction, isn't unexpected, but the movement is. The fact that Akihiro moves behind him tells him he's not looking to spar and Mitsuki almost releases the pose, but then there's a hand on his shoulder and another on his arm, sliding down to his elbow. Mitsuki relaxes his arm just the little bit it takes to unlock the joint as Akihiro speaks. His touch and tone carry the easy confidence of someone who's said this before, and the thought that's been skirting the edges of Mitsuki's thoughts for a while now is suddenly front and center: Akihiro's not just good-looking, he's really attractive.

Of course, what he's doing right now is probably just a professional courtesy, or at best the kind of advice he'd offer a friend since he's 'off the clock.' Doesn't change the way Mitsuki suddenly feels warmer than he did a moment ago, though, or the awareness he has that Akihiro's arms are basically around him. He turns into that a little, just enough that when he lifts his head he can see Akihiro from the corner of his eye.

"Better like that? I'll tell Yamato to thank you the next time I punch his lights out." That's not exactly self-defense but it really is the most likely use of this information, for better or for worse.

[peresekat]

"Yamato..." Give him a second to- "Tall one. Glasses. Right?" The kinda plain looking one, though he's not sure it's the best idea to share that particular opinion. It seems like something an idol would get upset about, even on behalf of a fellow idol.

... Though if there's a 'next time' that Mitsuki's gonna be punching Yamato, maybe not? Akihiro gives him a warily amused look, then lets out a soft laugh right next to Mitsuki's ear.

"I'm surprised. He doesn't look like the sort to inspire a lot of punching." He considers asking something kinda snarky, like Can you even reach that high? but at the last second he decides to go for more practical advice. "You might have better luck if you kick him, first. Get him more on your level."

[otokogi]

Mitsuki nods when Akihiro remembers who Yamato is, then gets briefly distracted by his laugh. It's very close, and Akihiro's still holding on to him. Luckily Akihiro's comment about Yamato is enough to get him to focus back up.

"That's him. He's a great guy most of the time but he likes to call me a kid, too. Sometimes even a girl. He thinks it's funny to make me mad because he's really hard to rile." The fact that it's often mutual antagonism doesn't seem all that important, but Mitsuki also doesn't want to come off as whiny. Besides, there might be something to be learned here.

"I've tried kicks but he's faster than me. He's got really long legs so he moves and I end up falling on my ass. With a punch, even if he dodges I still have some control." He makes small motions as he speaks, leaning forward with his torso and moving his arm back and forward a little, a kind of mini-punch, before settling back into his center of gravity again. He tries not to move far enough to dislodge Akihiro's hands but even if he does, he doesn't step any further away.

[peresekat]

Calling him a girl... honestly, Akihiro can see it. He's definitely not about to point that part out, however, not when he's close enough to actually get hurt if Mitsuki has a bad reaction. He loosens his grip enough to let Mitsuki test a couple of his mini-punches, but goes right back to being handsy a moment later. He shifts his grip on Mitsuki's arm and makes a few minor correction to his form.

Still, the... admission, he supposes, that the two of them apparently pick on each other a lot is an amusing one, and certainly enough to get a soft laugh out of Akihiro.

"So, he's... what, some kind of sadist?" He sounds a little amused. Is that something idol fans would be in to...? Probably. Idol fans seems pretty strange, given that one of the first ones he met tried to stab the object of her affection. "... Or maybe a masochist, if he knows he's gonna get hit for teasing too much." Idly, he shifts his foot to slide it alongside Mitsuki's and give it a gentle nudge. It's not really enough to upset someone's balance in a proper training setting, but when they're both tipsy and this is impromptu at best, he really should be more careful.

[otokogi]

It wouldn't surprise him to hear that anyone can see him as a girl; in fact, it happens more often than he'd like to admit. Yamato's just the worst for it. There's a moment's hesitation on Mitsuki's side when he wonders if Akihiro's laugh is echoing that same sentiment, but when he speaks and makes it clear it's more about Yamato's behavior, he laughs himself and relaxes again, allowing Akihiro to make whatever adjustments he thinks are necessary. Mitsuki will do his best to remember them, he really will, but he's lightly buzzed and thoroughly distracted.

"Mmm, neither really, he only does it to me. He sees himself as an older brother so I think to him it's that kind of thing. He gets even angrier than I do if anybody else says something but with him it's all words." It's not the kind of older brother to younger brother relationship Mitsuki's used to, but Yamato's an only child so of course he'd have no idea how to be a proper sibling.

"Akihiro, d'you ha--" His question is cut short when he feels Akihiro's leg and foot alongside his. It makes him jump a little and move his own leg in response but Mitsuki overcompensates, ending up crossing his legs and upsetting his balance. If Akihiro doesn't let go, he's either going to end up Mitsuki's savior or they're both going down; he's not sure which is the more embarrassing outcome.

[peresekat]

Aha, mystery solved. Akihiro can't say he's familiar with that sort of relationship himself, but he's known plenty of other people that behave similarly so he sort of gets it. If nothing else, he's got plenty of people that he teases without really meaning to.

And, apparently, people he knocks over without meaning to. Akihiro gives a start when Mitsuki jumps, tangles his legs, and loses his balance, and it's only by a small miracle that he manages to keep his. And even then that's only because he decides to play it safe and drag Mitsuki backwards, dumping himself onto the couch and Mitsuki halfway between his lap and the floor - though he he manages to slip his arms under Mitsuki's on the way down and keep him from actually falling. All and all, the two of them slightly tangled but, hopefully, not actually injured. There's a brief moment of tense silence before Akihiro lets out a soft, slightly strained laugh.

"Guess we're both a little tipsy, huh?" Oh well. It's their night off, right? "Do I what, now?"

lmk if I messed up how they landed, I can edit

[otokogi]

Lots of people have someone like that in their life. Not everybody has someone who reacts like Mitsuki does, though, so it makes sense that it'd take a little longer to decipher.

It seems Akihiro decided to go with savior and Mitsuki's grateful. He braces his feet on the floor again as soon as he's able, testing his stability while he still has the support of Akihiro's hands. He's not injured, far from it, but he is embarrassed and extremely self-conscious now. It recedes a little when Akihiro laughs even though Mitsuki can't see his face but he's still aware of the fact that he's nearly sitting on Akihiro and that it's his fault they fell. He's not in a huge rush to move, though.

At least, not until he realizes that he's... wet? Mitsuki looks down to see that he's now wearing most of his drink. That's enough to get him to start to stand up, being much more careful with the glass this time. "Ahhh... sorry! Did I get any on you?"

He's tugging the wet fabric away from his skin when Akihiro follows up to the question Mitsuki was about to ask before they fell and he decided to bathe in cola and whiskey. "Do you have any siblings?

nope, looks like you got it!

[peresekat]

Akihiro's making a point to not think about how nice it is to have Mitsuki in his lap. It was just an accident, he didn't mean anything by it, and nothing is going to happen. He glances at himself and shakes his head and offers a quick, "I'm fine," when Mitsuki apologizes. The only thing that got wet is the hem of his jacket sleeve, but that's not a big deal. He can just slide it of and--

Is Mitsuki about to strip down? Akihiro catches himself openly staring before Mitsuki asks his question again, at which point he gives a startled jerk and looks away again.

"Ah-- no, nothing like that." He turns his attention to his jacket again, shrugging it off and draping it across the coffee table. "When I was little, though, there was this older lady that lived a few doors down. She watched damn near every kid in the neighborhood. I guess that was sort of similar?" That's more information that Akihiro usually likes to share about himself, but he's trying to keep himself preoccupied so he doesn't treat his client like eye candy again.

[otokogi]

Mitsuki sees Akihiro look away from him, which implies he was looking at him in the first place, but that's normal, right? To look at someone when they've made a fool of themselves and poured soda all over their clothes? Nothing noteworthy about that, but maybe Mitsuki can do something about that.

So yeah, with a small sigh Mitsuki does give up on the shirt and start hauling it off, along with his undershirt because that's wet too. They're both guys, there's nothing here Akihiro hasn't seen before, and if he does think there's anything worth looking at, Mitsuki's going to show it off before his buzz dies and he loses his nerve. He's not normally shy by any stretch but even for him (sober him, anyway), this is a little much. Once the shirt's off, he balls it up and wipes at his stomach with the drier part. Much more practical than showy but for all he knows Akihiro's straight as a pin and he's just made things weird. Better not to push too hard, no matter how much he'd like to.

"That does sound similar, actually! More like our dorm. I guess it's not that common for idols to all live together like we do, but it was cheaper when we were first starting out and now it's just familiar." He leans down to the coffee table, retrieves what's left of his drink and knocks it back. "Hold that thought for a minute? I'm gonna grab something else to put on. Do you want me to take your jacket, too?"

[peresekat]

Ah, hell, and now he's showing off? Akihiro likes to think he's pretty good about being subtle about checking someone out, but right now he's pleasantly buzzed and not wearing his sunglasses and even as he lets his gaze wander back to Mitsuki he's certain he's being far, far, far too obvious. He's intending to just glance and look away again - checking out his client when there's nearly a decade-wide age gap between them is definitely crossing a line that even being fired for a night won't make okay - but he ends up letting his gaze linger long enough that it takes him just the slightest bit longer than it should to realize Mituski's asked him something.

"What-?" Fuck, what was he- right. "Oh, no. It's fine, it's just the sleeve." Though at this point Akihiro is wondering if he might have to call it early and take a cold shower, which is just embarrassing. He's almost 30, he should not be having this sort of problem still.

[otokogi]

OK, this time Mitsuki's sure. He was doing his best to watch Akihiro without making it obvious and yeah, his bodyguard--or the guy who will be his bodyguard again in the morning--was definitely checking him out, and it didn't stop when Mitsuki got closer. It makes his pulse pick up just a tick, anxious but also excited. Nobody looks at him like that, not normally, but he likes it. He stands straight again, leaving Akihiro's jacket and putting one hand on his hip.

If this all goes sideways, he's going to bed and blaming the booze in the morning.

"You know... it's OK to look." He laughs a little, as much to cover his own nerves as anything. Mitsuki's the cute one, he's not used to this, but he's seen it done enough times to try. "I'm used to it being girls and not hot, more experienced guys," he teases, throwing in a wink, "but I really don't mind. Especially if it gets you to stop thinking of me like a kid."

[peresekat]

'It's okay to look' Mitsuki says, and Akihiro wonders if he realizes that he'd be happy to not stop at simply 'looking'. He gives Mitsuki a faint smile and an arched brow and decides, not for the first time tonight, to throw caution to the wind. He likes to think that he's pretty good at reading people (he kind of has to be, with his job) and it's not like Mitsuki's being subtle.

It helps that being more confident that he's reading the situation right is helping him relax again, of course.

"Not kid knows how to stay in shape like that." Even if Mitsuki is a far cry from buff, he clearly knows how to take care of himself. "I've heard idols don't get much of a chance for it to ever get past 'looking', though. Sounds rough."

[otokogi]

It's very tempting to do something to keep that kind of compliment coming, maybe flex or pose a little, but Mitsuki's pretty sure he doesn't need to. Akihiro's smiling and he's clearly noticed what Mitsuki was trying to get him to: he's worth looking at.

The inquiry about going past looking makes him wish he had another drink in his hand. It's not a hard question but the answer is embarrassing, especially considering his maturity has only just been confirmed. "It's part of the image. Our agency doesn't have a clause against it but a lot of them do. Even without that, though," Mitsuki continues with a shrug, setting his damp shirts on the end of the coffee table as he makes his way back to sit on the couch, "I don't remember the last time I had two days off together, let alone a week."

Mitsuki's size works in his favor as he's able to sit on the couch sideways, facing Akihiro instead of just next to him. "Doesn't make for a lot of opportunities normally." They left normal behind a while ago; Mitsuki's just trying to feel out now how much farther it's going to go.

[peresekat]

Akihiro idly tracks Mitsuru's movements as he takes a seat on the couch, shifting his own posture a bit to face him properly. Sitting sideways isn't really an option for him but... eh, close enough.

"You've got two days off now." That's not nearly as subtle as it probably should be - but again, who cares? "Not like there's any paparazzi out here to chase you down, or any managers to get on your case about it." Of course, it isn't like there's many options, either. But pointing that out feels like it might actually, finally, be too unsubtle for real.

[otokogi]

Mitsuki doesn't really feel like he needs a lot of options right now. All he needs is one good one and he's pretty sure that's exactly what--or who--is sitting on the couch with him. Akihiro could've turned the conversation in any direction if he'd wanted to but he turned it, and his posture too, toward Mitsuki. It almost couldn't be clearer.

"You're right. It's really just the two of us." Seduction is not Mitsuki's forte but he's seen it performed enough that his hand doesn't shake when he puts it on Akihiro's chest and leans toward him. "I don't think we should let this opportunity go to waste. What do you think, Akihiro?" By the time he finishes speaking, their faces are very close together. Just enough space to save face, at least for Akihiro. Mitsuki's all in no matter what happens.

[peresekat]

Yes.

Akihiro manages to keep an excess of Jubilation out of his expression - seriously, that would just be kind of goofy and probably kill the mood - but he's clearly pleased to have Mitsuki so casually invading his personal space. He lifts his hand to slide it over the one Mitsuki places on his chest. His fingers and palms are a little rougher than Mitsuki's, slightly calloused from his less refined line of work.

Giving a verbal response might be the better idea in the situation, but Akihiro doesn't think so. He simply stays silent and leans in, pressing his lips to Mitsuki's and letting his eyes slip closed. He's ready to pull back the instant he sense any uncertainty from Mitsuki - but he also isn't expecting any, so he lets his kiss linger, chaste for the moment but unlikely to stay like that.

[otokogi]

Oh, wow. Mitsuki was expecting something more or less affirmative but this is much better than he could've anticipated. There's something so tender about the way Akihiro touches his hand that he's almost prepared for a gentle rejection but then, well. The distance between them vanishes. Akihiro's eyes close before Mitsuki's do but even then he doesn't see it coming.

The kiss sends a thrill through him and Mitsuki's not able to keep himself from smiling. It means he breaks the kiss, but only for a moment. His fingers tighten in Akihiro's shirt, then he tilts his head and settles into the kiss again, mouth soft against Akihiro's. It's not quite so chaste as before but he's not rushing, not yet. The feeling of reciprocation is enough for now.

[peresekat]

Smiling is good. Even if it breaks the kiss for the moment, that's okay. That just gives Akihiro a chance to smile, too - and it lets him know that he's on the right track, which is the important part. So when Mitsuki deepens the kiss Akihiro reciprocates without hesitation. Though truthfully, he moves a bit faster than he maybe should, parting his lips and sliding his tongue against Mituski's without a second thought.

On some level he kind of wants to shove Mitsuki down and take off his pants already, but for now he makes himself take it slow. So instead he lifts both of his hands to slide his fingertips against Mitsuki's cheeks and then up into his hair. Once again, the gesture might be too much, too possessive for how long they've known each other, but the desire to simply touch Mitsuki is overwhelming.

[otokogi]

Mitsuki draws a little surprised breath in through his nose when Akihiro's tongue slides against his but he certainly doesn't stop him. It's more than he was expecting this fast, yeah, but it feels good. The kiss itself is intense and sexy, even moreso when Akihiro's fingers touch his face and thread into his hair, but there's also a feeling to it that gives him goosebumps. This guy saved his life and rather than looking at Mitsuki and seeing somebody weak or defenseless because of that, he still sees something desirable.

It makes Mitsuki feel bolder. He slides his hand up Akihiro's chest to his collarbone--and likes what he feels there--before bracing himself a little on the back of the couch with his other hand and shifting his position until he's sliding into Akihiro's lap. If Akihiro lets him, that's where he's going to settle, winding both arms around his neck.

[peresekat]

Akihiro is pretty sure he's the luckiest guy in the while universe right this second. He making out with a idol, who's sitting in his lap and not wearing a shirt, and it's incredibly hard to not feet giddy. He can't not think about the fact that he'd saved Mitsuki's life just a couple days ago, but it's not because he's thinking of Mituski as fragile. He's just hoping neither of them are acting out of some sort of belated adrenaline rush.

He won't let himself hesitate because of that worry, though. He gives Mitsuki a grin as he settles into his lap, hands sliding out of his hair so he can brush his fingers down Mitsuki's back and settle them on his hips.

"Pushy," he murmurs, not sounding like he thinks it's a bad thing in the slightest. It's cute - though right now, 'hot' is probably the better word for it. Either way, he emphasizes his point but gripping Mitsuki's hips and tugging him closer. "Won't even wait until we're in the bedroom, huh?"

[otokogi]

Mitsuki might have a bit of leftover adrenaline from the rescue, but it also just served to amp up a crush that was already happening. Add in alcohol, privacy, banter, and Akihiro reciprocating even a little... Mitsuki couldn't have planned it better. He's not going to overthink any of that right now, however, not when Akihiro's fingers are giving him goosebumps.

He laughs when Akihiro calls him pushy then shrugs his shoulders. "One of us has to be in charge here, you know." Mitsuki's not especially stuck on the idea of it being him, though, especially not when Akihiro tightens his grip and pulls him closer. He curls his hands on the back of Akihiro's neck, playing with the ends of his hair. "If you've got all these big ideas about how things should go, maybe it should be you."

[peresekat]

Hey, if Mitsuki is gonna offer, Akihiro isn't going to hesitate. He gives Mitsuki another smug look, then slips his hands under his thighs and stands up in one smooth motion. Akihiro is strong enough to do this even with someone his own height, and with Mitsuki is even easier than he was expecting. It doesn't quite distract him from how good it feels to have his hair played with, however, and Mitsuki will be able to feel goosebumps forming underneath his fingers.

"If you insist." Beds are more comfortable, anyway - and easier on his back, though that wouldn't be something to worry about until the next day in any case. Fortunately it's a pretty straight shot from the couch to the bedroom, which means Akihiro doesn't need to keep the closest eye on where he's walking - which means he's free to press soft kisses to the side of Mitsuki's neck as he makes his way for the bedroom.

[otokogi]

Mitsuki only has a moment to prepare before he's being lifted, instinctively tightening his legs around Akihiro. He huffs a little but it's got very little to do with offense and a lot to do with hiding how hot it is to be manhandled like this. He's a grown man, he can absolutely walk to the bedroom, but if this is the alternative then why would he?

He tilts his head to offer Akihiro as much access as he wants, threading the fingers of one hand deeper into his hair as encouragement because it feels very, very nice. His other hand slips forward to start fiddling with the button at Akihiro's throat. Akihiro is overdressed and that simply won't do.

[peresekat]

The huff is almost concerning, but then Mitsuki tilts his head away and starts going after Akihiro's buttons and all of that potential for concern just vanishes. Right. No complaints, then. He focuses on kissing Mitsuki's throat instead, and as they finally reach the bed he scrapes teeth against his skin just enough to twinge but not enough to leave a mark. He's sure an idol would catch hell if he showed up to work with hickeys.

The only light on in the bedroom is a small reading lamp on the nightstand, which is just the right amount of light to preserve the mood, in Akihiro's opinion. He sets Mituski down on the bedspread. He says close and briefly considers pushing Mitsuki all the way down and kissing him again, but at the last second he opts to stay just upright enough to shrug out of his shirt instead. He's wearing an undershirt, as well, but once that's off he looks about what most people would expect from a bodyguard: toned and in shape, with just enough scars to make the average person raise a brow.

[otokogi]

Visible hickeys are definitely out of the question but the scrape of Akihiro's teeth has Mitsuki thinking about other places that nobody'd see. He's a little embarrassed at how quickly his mind goes there but that's what they're here for, isn't it? So he tucks it away as Akihiro sets him down, but he doesn't dismiss the thought completely.

He lets his hands slip off Akihiro slowly, not sure where he's going to go, but when he does move farther away it's for a very good reason. Now that they're going ahead with this, Mitsuki doesn't hide the way he's watching as Akihiro peels his undershirt away. He even sits up and reaches out, fingertips tracing a scar on Akihiro's upper arm as he looks over the rest that he can see.

"This is from traveling with CEOs?" He's kind of incredulous. Sure, he knew Akihiro could fight and probably had fought before, but this still isn't what he expected.