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Chigiri sat on the edge of his bed, a pink handheld mirror in one hand and a lash curler in the other.
He carefully positioned the metal object around his long, deep red lashes, clenching on the handles. With a small lifting motion he forced his lashes to curl upwards before releasing his grip, viewing his work.
The soft bed beneath him caved in a bit as another person sat down beside him. A certain silver haired boy leaned into him, both their reflections present in the mirror.
"What do you want now Otoya," Chigiri sighed, annoyance coating his words. Otoya shrugged, resting his head on the redheads shoulder.
"Right now," he started, "I'm admiring the princess' beauty routine." Chigiri rolled his eyes, trying his best to contain a smile.
He set the mirror down, turning to face Otoya. His eyes singled onto the others face, more specifically his lashes, or lack thereof.
"I don't think I've ever seen mono lids as strong as yours, did you wax them or something?" Chigiri asked, half joking.
Otoya feigned hurt, placing his hand over his chest, "Ouch princess." It was true, Otoya's lashes were next to nonexistent. That didn't mean his eyes weren't something special though. The light green of his pupils and the slight upward curve of his eye was considerably handsome, but Chigiri would never admit that out loud.
"Not all of us were as blessed you," Otoya gestured towards his friend. Chigiri's lashes on the other hand were very long.
Otoya had never even seen a girl with lashes like his, on top of that they were a beautiful shade of deep red. Not exactly black but not light enough to where you couldn't see them.
They looked even more beautiful when the sun shone down on them, making his magenta eyes glow brighter.
"You could totally balance pocky on them," He kept going as Chigiri snickered, secretly enjoying the praise.
"Well we aren't trying that," Chigiri playfully swatted at Otoya. His compliments were creative and corny at the same time, but they still drew Chigiri in.
Otoya leaned back into the bed, getting comfortable as Chigiri got up to put away his lash curler and mirror. Mundane moments like this were common between the two. They had plenty of time to themselves in their shared dorm yet spent most of that time together.
"So how are things with your girlfriend," Chigiri questioned Otoya, back turned to him as he played with the things on his desk.
"Girlfriend," Otoya thought for a moment, "oh that girl, I broke up with her last month." Chigiri looked back at him with a tilted head.
"And you haven't been talking to another girl?" Chigiri asked in disbelief, Otoya hadn't mentioned her in a while either. Did he move on already, or had he been going the whole month without a chick on his arm?
Otoya shook his head, "nope."
To any normal person this wouldn't be an outrageous feat, but its Otoya Eita were talking about. Chigiri walked back over to him, hands on his hips, closely inspecting the boy.
"Your not sick or anything right," Chigiri asked with a raised eyebrow. Otoya shook his head no once more.
"I see pretty girls everyday, I don't have to talk to them all." Otoya looked Chigiri up and down, "plus I have you missy."
Chigiri's face contorted into shock then confusion, "What does that mean?"
Otoya reached forward, grabbing the others wrist gently. "What do you want it to mean," he asked through half lidded eyes.
Chigiri's cheeks were dusted in a light pink as he let himself be pulled in. What did Otoya mean by that? The question circled in his head, and before he knew it he was sat atop Otoya's lap.
He buried his face into Chigiri's shoulder, taking a deep breath.
Both of them were used to playful banter with romantic undertones, but were jokes nonetheless. This time though felt different, there was nothing joking about Otoya's actions. Chigiri didn't pull away though, allowing Otoya's hands to roam over his back.
"I really like that perfume, its strawberry right," Otoya commented, sniffing Chigiri's collar.
"Yeah, what's got you interested all of a sudden?" Chigiri relaxed into the touch.
"I don't think its been sudden missy," Otoya pulled away, placing his hands on Chigiri's hips, gripping them tight.
Chigiri squirmed under the pressure while placing his own hands on the others shoulder to balance himself. What was he talking about? Otoya had always been flirty towards Chigiri, and especially clingy this month. Had he been serious the whole time?
Oh my god
It hit Chigiri like a brick, Otoya had been serious this whole time. He had just chalked it up to his normal casanova personality. But as of late it'd been different.
Like how the other day when they were watching a movie. Otoya had stretched his arm around him, pulling Chigiri closer, he fell for it too. There was also that time Otoya bought a pink teddy bear, giving it to him just because they "looked similar".
Chigiri was quickly snapped back into reality as he felt a hand snake under his shirt. Otoya's cold fingers dipped into the curves and bumps of his muscles. He had unusually long fingers that touched wherever they could reach. As much as he wanted to melt into this feeling his pride had another say in things.
"You're serious about this aren't you," Chigiri raked a hand through Otoya's short hair, pushing back his bangs. The green streak flowed through the silver so beautifully, his facial features complimented him well, especially when his hair wasn't in the way.
"Always have been," Otoya answered, placing a small peck on the underside of Chigiri's jaw. In retaliation Chigiri pressed his lips on the underside of Otoya's eye. His competitive drive was taking over, even if this was meant to be a sweet moment. Chigiri knew he couldn't fight how he felt, so he might as well show how much he wanted this.
With a swift motion Otoya was pushed into the bed, caged by Chigiri's arms. Long pale fingers found their way into red hair. Skimming through the strands slowly, twirling a piece between his thumb and index. Otoya admired the way Chigiri's hair curled a bit at the end in contrast to the otherwise straight texture.
Chigiri batted his hand away, "freak." The word only egged Otoya on as he placed his thumb on Chigiri's lower lip, spreading open his mouth.
Chigiri's face flushed red as he felt the pad of Otoya's thumb grace the tip of his own tongue. He lightly bit down earning reaction from Otoya as he sucked in a breath through his lips.
"Sorry," he faked an apology as he licked the digit still present in his mouth. Otoya felt Chigiri's warm breath on his skin as he ventured further in, allowing Chigiri's teeth to poke him.
It was so incredibly hot for Otoya, he had never been this enamored with someone before. Chigiri didn't just sit back and let him take the lead, he wanted it too and had shown that.
The way Chigiri's mouth curved into a feisty smirk excited Otoya to a new degree. He was nothing like the other girls he had been with. Why did it take him this long to realize this? Was it because Chigiri was a boy, or because he was immediately shot down the first time he attempted to flirt when they met a few months ago? Whatever the reason was he was happy for the way it turned out.
Otoya kissed the corner of Chigiri's mouth, prying it open with his thumb as he slid his tongue in. Chigiri allowed the action as he let his mouth respond accordingly. He was sloppy, it was obvious he hadn't done this much.
Drool pooled at the corner of Chigiri's mouth, Otoya wiped it away not paying the wetness no mind. Chigiri pressed into Otoya with more intensity, quickly becoming greedy.
Otoya tugged at a piece of red hair, making Chigiri pull back. "Take it slow princess," he whispered into Chigiri's ear, placing a chaste kiss onto his eyelid.
Chigiri's soft lashes brushed on Otoya's skin, tickling him with utter softness.
Chigiri nuzzled his face into Otoya's neck with a scoff, "fine then."
Otoya shivered as the other boy nipped at his neck while delicate hands rubbed at his side. The presence of Chigiri's lashes still present on his skin. It was oddly enough his favorite part. Chigiri took notice of this as he continually fluttered his lashes, a small dry laugh escaping Otoya's mouth.
"You really are amazing missy."
"I know," Chigiri responded with a gentle kiss to Otoya's neck.