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Ryousuke really doesn’t like how much Kuramochi stares at Lady Dimitrescu while playing Resident Evil.
He’s seated on the couch watching Kuramochi play cross-legged on the floor, occasionally looking up from his phone to check on him and the game. He’s always been a fan of the Resident Evil series and eventually convinced Kuramochi to give the newest game a try after promising a few late-night kisses for indulging him, but now he wonders if he should’ve left him alone about the games because of this… overlooked detail.
It really didn’t bother him that much at first; he could admit that she had a nice design and her character was interesting to watch, so he didn’t entirely blame him for being fascinated with her. However, the more Kuramochi played and paused for slightly too long as she walked away or turned the camera at suggestive angles to stare at her… assets… the more Ryousuke could feel himself getting ticked off. What the hell was so intriguing about an old lady’s ass that Kuramochi had to stare for so long?
And come to think of it, was Kuramochi ever this attentive towards Ryousuke while the two were still dancing around their feelings, Ryousuke waiting for Kuramochi to say something and the latter refusing to in fear of ruining their friendship?
Ryousuke feels another fester of irritation bubble up inside of him. Despite his best efforts to ignore this injustice, he can’t help but find himself sitting in increasingly suggestive positions on the couch in hopes that Kuramochi would turn around and see him.
First, he plays it tame by lying down on his side. As time goes on and Kuramochi continues to ignore him, he progresses to hands on his hip, riding his shirt and shorts up just enough to let loose tantalizing peeks of skin, and stretching to show off more of his body.
His legs are practically open on the couch, appeal oozing out of every pore of Ryousuke’s body. If only Kuramochi could pause for one moment and turn around…
But Kuramochi does not turn around. His character continues to happily move around the castle as his player’s poor boyfriend stretches himself silly on the couch behind him.
Once Kuramochi gets to a calmer section of the game where he isn’t being chased by that damned lady and her daughters, Ryousuke slinks down from the couch and climbs into his lap, ducking down beneath Kuramochi’s arms and wedging himself between him and the controller. And yet, not even this is enough to stir a word from Kuramochi, who instead relaxes into Ryousuke’s presence as he lays down in his lap. From below, Ryousuke stretches like a cat, arching his back and glancing up at Kuramochi to gauge for a reaction.
And aggravatingly, Kuramochi doesn’t spare him a single glance as his eyes stay glued to the screen.
“Hmm, is Lady Dimitrescu that interesting to you?” Ryousuke purrs, hoping to provoke his lover a bit so he’d finally spare him a look. The negligence is practically killing him at this point. “You like mature ladies more?”
He caresses Kuramochi’s face and he freezes at his touch, perhaps from the sudden contact coupled with the typical chill of his fingertips. Haruichi had complained that Ryousuke’s hands were always a tad too cold, but a part of him hopes that the majority of it was from the surprise contact.
Tracing the sides of Kuramochi’s face idly, Ryousuke stares up at him. There’s a bit of stubble growing on Kuramochi’s face, he notices. Ryousuke’s never considered the look of stubble on Kuramochi’s face, but maybe if he ever grew it out enough for it to stop feeling like sandpaper whenever the two kiss then would he think about how good he looked with it.
Though, in retrospect, maybe Kuramochi would end up looking too old for his age with stubble. Ryousuke already looks young enough standing side by side with him whenever the two go out.
Ryousuke pinches Kuramochi’s ear between his hand and smiles when Kuramochi tenses up.
“So, is someone like me not enough for you?”
Kuramochi’s controller nearly slips out of his hands when he hears his question. Ryousuke sits up in his lap and leans against him, rubbing his head beneath his chin and reveling at the surprised gasp Kuramochi lets out. “Ryou-! I’m not-! You know…”
“Actually, I don’t know, Youichi. Care to enlighten me? Do you enjoy older ladies more than boys like me?”
Ryousuke knows he’s being petty by now, but the adorable way Kuramochi flusters and reacts to his words instead encourages him to press on and toy with him some more. Maybe Kuramochi could endure a little more of his teasing because of his earlier behavior ignoring him like so.
“I was just playing the game! I wasn’t doing anything bad; I swear! And no, you’re my type, Ryou! Older ladies are nice, yeah, but you’re the one I’m dating now.”
Ryousuke looks up and leans toward Kuramochi, who instinctively closes his eyes for an incoming kiss. Almost like a trained dog.
“You sure?” He whispers under his breath. Kuramochi shivers beneath him as Ryousuke’s breath dusts his lips. As they part ever so slightly, Ryousuke takes this as his opportunity to pinch Kuramochi’s lips together between his thumb and index as hard as he can.
“OW!” Kuramochi immediately opens his eyes, shaking Ryousuke in a vain attempt to pull him off. Despite his petite build, Ryousuke’s got an extremely strong grip on Kuramochi’s lips. When he finally gets go, leaving Kuramochi’s lips bright red and puffy, Kuramochi pouts in pain and betrayal.
“Stop! What was that for? I thought you were going to…” Kuramochi’s face slowly blooms bright red as he realizes what he was planning to say.
“Going to what? What were you expecting?” Ryousuke prods. He knows exactly what Kuramochi wants, and the satisfaction of denying it to him is so good.
Kuramochi’s face sours as he turns back to the game, pressing the resume button and pouting as Ryousuke leaves for their bedroom.
There’s a quiet “meanie!” from Kuramochi as Ryousuke closes the door, and he snickers.
Revenge for being an unfaithful boyfriend, he muses to himself in light-hearted jest as he pulls the covers over himself and falls asleep to the sound of monsters dying, gunfire, and the click-clacking of controller buttons from the other room.
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Ryousuke wakes up to a large, warm body nestled up behind him and arms wrapped around him way too tightly for his own comfort. When he tries to wiggle away, the body pulls him in even closer, sticking his nose into Ryousuke’s hair and sighing in comfort.
“…What are you doing?”
“Cuddling you. What’s it look like I’m doing?”
Ryousuke pushes against him. “Let go. It’s too hot.”
“’S not, Ryou. Let me hold you for a little longer.”
Despite his appearance and typical demeanor, Ryousuke had discovered that Kuramochi was extremely physically affectionate. He’d surprised him with just how touchy he was by spending nearly every waking hour being more attached to him much more than Haruichi ever was, which Ryousuke found both endearing and annoying in its own way.
And it certainly wasn’t helping his bad habit now that the two were living together. Ryousuke had eventually become accustomed to Kuramochi’s constant presence, his warmth a comforting reminder of their relationship. How long has it been since the two began dating?
Kuramochi had confessed to him two years after Ryousuke had already graduated, when he was beginning college and visiting Seidou to watch their summer tournament. Ryousuke was there to support his younger brother; he was a third-year now, playing in an effective keystone combo with Seto Takuma. Ryousuke wasn’t all that familiar with their team anymore now that he’d been gone for nearly two years, but the two seemed like a good match for each other.
And Kuramochi was there waiting for him after the game, standing with clearly sweaty palms from the way he constantly wiped them onto his pants. He’d confessed his feelings in a surprisingly grandiose way, with Ryousuke’s peers standing not far away from the spectacle.
Another two years later and the two had moved in together, with Kuramochi playing for the same college team Ryousuke was at. The two had grown a lot from their high school days, Ryousuke had realized. The past him probably would’ve laughed if he found out that the cheeky first-year who followed him around like a puppy would now be his long-time boyfriend.
However, now, it is way too hot, Ryousuke is irritated, and Kuramochi is hugging him way too tightly.
Kuramochi refuses to budge, pressing a wet kiss to Ryousuke’s forehead and pinching his cheek. The latter turns away from him, wiping the saliva from his face and pointedly staring at the empty wall beside them.
“…Are you still mad?” Kuramochi whispers. It makes Ryousuke shiver a little from the quiet, husky tone of his voice.
But Ryousuke is absolutely still mad at his lack of attention.
“Why would I be mad?”
“You seemed upset earlier while I was playing. Especially since, you know, you pinched me really hard. My lips still hurt, and not in the good way!”
Ryousuke doesn’t answer. A part of him feels silly for admitting that seeing Kuramochi admire Lady Dimitrescu made him irritated. He doesn’t want to think of himself as someone petty enough to have an issue with something as stupid as a boyfriend admiring a fictional video game character. Fictional!
Kuramochi pokes his cheek and leans up to look at over Ryousuke’s shoulder. “C’mon, you can tell me!” When Ryousuke gives a quiet hmph and folds his arms, Kuramochi starts to rack his brain for a possible solution, smirk growing on his face when he remembers exactly which part of the game his boyfriend began to grow huffy.
“Wait, was it because of Lady D.?”
At Ryousuke’s silence, Kuramochi laughs and pulls him in even closer. “Ryou! Did you get jealous of her?”
“Did not.” Ryousuke says simply, curtly. He can feel his face heat up slightly in embarrassment as Kuramochi guffaws.
“You absolutely did!” Kuramochi smiles into Ryousuke’s hair as he buries his face into his short locks again. Why on Earth was he so obsessed with his hair, again…? “Ryou, you should’ve said something!”
“…I didn’t think it was necessary.” At this, Kuramochi plants another wet kiss onto him, this time right on the lips, and Ryousuke instinctively leans into it. He’s kissed him so many times that it’s almost second- nature to just lose himself in his warmth and allow his common sense to slip away. Kuramochi’s always had that effect on him, which irritates him only slightly at how easily he’d been tamed.
Ryousuke would never admit it aloud in a million years, but the smile Kuramochi gives him every time they embrace, dripping with adoration and love like honey and radiating the kind of happiness Ryousuke was once sure he’d never be able to grant someone, makes it all worth it in the end.
After a moment of indulging Kuramochi, though, he pushes him away and frowns at him indignantly.
And yet, Kuramochi laughs and laughs and laughs and Ryousuke’s just about had enough when he smacks him on the top of his head and crawls out of his grasp while he’s distracted by the pain, immediately leaving the room and grabbing his coat as he shoves his feet into his shoes. He can hear Kuramochi stumbling out of the bed and down the hallway as he struggles to catch up to Ryousuke.
“Ryou! Wait!!! Don’t go, I was just playing around!” He calls frantically. He trips on the rug as Ryousuke watches in cruel satisfaction.
“I’ll be at Haruichi’s place for a while if you think I’m that funny. Have a nice day, Youichi.”
He can still hear Kuramochi’s wailing as he shuts the door behind him and takes out his phone to call his brother. Haruichi’s going to have to put up with him for a few days, he supposes.