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“I’m tellin’ ya man, I don’t know how you wear half this stuff,” Okuyasu pipes up one day. He came back from the bathroom and had gotten distracted by the open door of Josuke’s closet. There’s the sleeve of a diamond patterned purple button down between his fingers. He’s touching it as though he’s afraid he’ll rip it.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Josuke says with a pout at his boyfriend. He’s lying sprawled on the bed waiting for Okuyasu to come back to study some more…well, maybe not a whole lot more. He’s kind of got his heart set on making out a bit. They haven’t been together, officially, for very long. But he still feels like they have to make up for lost time. “I thought you liked my style.”
Okuyasu drops the sleeve as though it suddenly grew burning hot. “Huh? No, bro, that’s not how I meant it at all. I mean, well, kind of the opposite. All of this stuff is like, super nice and fashionable y’know? And you always look super hot. I could never pull it off.”
“Oh, I dunno, I think I’d let you pull it off,” Josuke says with a leer, his attempt at being seductive ruined only by the heat he feels rising to his cheeks.
Okuyasu’s face glows red too. “Sheesh dude, you’re gonna kill me,” he mumbles rubbing the back of his neck.
Josuke just smiles, hoisting himself out of bed to walk across the room. He drapes himself over Okuyasu, kissing him on the cheek. “Sorry, couldn’t resist,” he says before moving to the closet himself. “And don’t say stuff like that, you could totally pull of a bunch of looks.”
He starts to rummage through his clothes, sliding hangers back and forth considering. There’s a thrill pulsing inside him at the thought of Okuyasu wearing his clothes. It’s not that he doesn’t look good in what he does wear, or that Josuke thinks he’d look better in more fashionable outfits, but it’s…kind of weirdly possessive. Josuke’s very keen on seeing Okuyasu in his clothes, wearing things that are his, smelling like him. It’s not a bad thought. And besides Okuyasu is would look stunning in this shade of blue…
With a flourish he removes the shirt. It’s a deep cobalt and the fabric is silky smooth with a hint of shine if the light catches it right. “Here, put this on,” he says holding up the hanger on one finger.
“What, now?” Okuyasu asks.
“Yeah, come on, strip,” Josuke says. He means it as a joke, but once the words sink in for both of them, they quickly go red and bashful again. Despite being boyfriends for awhile, they still haven’t gone beyond clothed make out sessions and hand holding.
Nervousness aside, Okuyasu does as he’s told. He takes his jacket off and Josuke is very suddenly reminded how much of Okuyasu’s form is hidden by his uniform.
Josuke is by no means out of shape, but Okuyasu is, well… toned. Where Josuke has a sort of curved softness to his shape, Okuyasu is firm lines and taught muscle. Josuke swallows dryly as Okuyasu reveals the tank top he wears under his jacket.
“Shit dude, your arms…” he manages to say without groaning outright.
“What about ‘em?” Okuyasu asks, genuinely befuddled as if he isn’t the hottest thing Josuke’s ever laid his eyes on. He shrugs the jacket off, causing said muscles to flex and Josuke pointedly clears his throat.
“They’re uh…they’re nice,” Josuke says lamely.
With a smug grin, Okuyasu flexes, on purpose this time, and Josuke just about has a heart attack. “Nice, huh?”
“Shit…yes, just put this on or I won’t be held responsible for what I do next,” Josuke says with an exaggerated huff at Okuyasu’s self-satisfied chuckle.
He eventually gets the shirt on and apparently Josuke didn’t take just how different their builds are into account when he started this plan. He’s broad across the chest and narrow at the waist, so the shirt fits fairly good across Okuyasu’s torso, but those arms…
They’re causing the sleeves to strain tight. Josuke should be worried about seams popping, but he couldn’t really care less. Damn, this color really does work on him. Okuyasu finishes buttoning the shirt, leaving the top two open to display a tantalizing stretch of neck and collar bone.
“Well?” he prompts, carefully moving his arms out to the sides. “The sleeves are a bit tight, but how do I look?”
“Uh, good. Real good,” Josuke replies, taking a step forward to run his palms over the silk clad muscles that he’s suddenly finding irresistible. He’s caught up in how the smooth swells feel beneath his hands, but not so caught up that he doesn’t hear Okuyasu breathing as fast as he is. “Is it wrong that I already want you to take it off again? Not that you don’t look freaking great or anything, but I really wanna get you out of this,” he admits, voice heated.
“Hell yeah,” Okuyasu says under his breath.
Seeing Okuyasu in his clothes was one thing, but slowly peeling him out of them is another entirely. Josuke loves every inch that’s revealed to him as he unbuttons the shirt. He eventually slides it off of Okuyasu’s shoulders, trailing his hands on his arms once again now that they’re bare.
There’s an electric buzz in the air as he does so. It seems to have taken place of the shy nervousness they were feeling before. Eventually his eyes linger on Okuyasu’s lips. “I need to start getting you out of your clothes more often,” he murmurs before Okuyasu makes the decision to close the distance for him. Josuke holds on, gripping and pawing at every inch of Okuyasu he can reach as Okuyasu does the same.
Josuke definitely wants to explore the possibility of dressing Okuyasu more in the future, but for now, he’s content with focusing on undressing him. After a few more heated kisses, they finally make their way back to the bed, leaving a trail of clothing besides the discarded shirt in their wake.