★ It’s quite a few weeks by now [ their first meeting, if he had to mention, had been quite an awkward one ] that both men dealt with one another, worked with one another, young as they were, to engage in this or that little tease and taunt. Chika finds it all the more amusing that that new ‘partner’ of his was so sure averse to words carefully spun and placed before him like most beautiful stones of gem - and yet would react and act so quickly nonetheless. A slight blush to paint cheeks, with retorts that tumble from lips nonetheless after few seconds of well-placed thought [ it’s adorable, really, and amuses him without any end ]. So he smiles and looks even more charming when it happens. Smiles and laughs and makes it near unbearable to be close to him. It’s quite a few weeks, indeed, but it had come sure so far by now.
★ Tilt of head follows lingering eyes, not reacting with moving gaze upon the man that seemed so obviously attentive. A knowledge serving for Bureau Chief to sigh pleasantly. To shift and turn and expose subtle lining of collarbone beneath white of shirt, with long fingers to tease it open in the otherwise [ except for them both ] empty office. “Stop that.” The sound was serious and rose a laugh from his throat once again, answer - as the way he moves was surely unmistakable, was enough to place a frown on pretty visage and enough to adjust it easily with a brightened rib from his own. “Stop what?” He stretches anew, limbers long arms one time in front of him, then raises them above his head. Shirt moving and shifting alongside toned physique. “That!” Of course, he would become loud. Would exclaim displeasure with that rising voice alongside the next bout of laughter that leaves Chika’s throat drawling on suitably.
★ It’s amusing – how easily this man could get flustered by a small little play.
★ “Don’t be like that Itsuki, I just fool around.” As if he didn’t know. As if the sudden stand and push upright, turning, staring out of the window, wouldn’t underline that all. Chika’s hand then cradles chin, while placing elbow on the dark wood table following the tilt of his head to slant his gaze, chasing along the white-board they had both worked on, considerate eyes travelling along the mission explanations that mean little to nothing to him. “---Just fooling around.” Yes, it was nothing else [ at least not for the Bureau Chief’s sudden start - but a lie, a lie - he was such a bad liar, sometimes ]. “Yes?” A blink, another one. How a sigh travels and blooms anew, is released with the softest of shakes. “What else? Or would you like for me to mean it?” A twitch of a reaction, impossible to go over unnoticed. As if it had struck something in that partner of his that had laid dormant and hidden away.
★ It was enough for an eyebrow to rise, unknown to the second class, back turned to the one he wanted so direly, shoulders lifting and trembling [ like a lightning struck ] had caught attention sooner and more swiftly than any words could have done. “No.” It came with a split-second reaction of delay. As if nothing in that moment had really mattered anymore. So Chika stands as well - surely does that word not sound like a lie? Rises from his seat [ feet of stool skitting and scratching over the floor ] serving for a retort, a movement away even though he wasn’t even close to Itsuki at all. The smile that now twitches up his lips was something deliberately softer [ the tease dying down, it’s so far softer maybe a little – melancholic ]. It’s hurting, in some way, that this was a feeling unexplainable [ and returned, so how he sees--- ]. “It’s fine---“ ‘ Please, don’t look at me like this. ‘ “---I will stay here.”
★ In momentary comfortable silence. In the moment of separation, despite being quite so close – an arm-reach away – and still feeling like being worlds’ apart. He sighs quietly, once again, a faint and deliberate sound of defeat. A way that he never wanted it to happen like this, that he never wanted it to turn out like this [ what had even happened? there was a rift---? ].
★ “Listen, Chika---“ Seconds felt like minutes, like hours. It startles him enough to blink and look at him, a question rising in his mind, never coming to light. “---no, ah--- wait.” How to say it was a question that he watches underlined with the other man’s hand to rise and run through dark hair, not knowing how to explain it, not knowing ‘what’ to even explain in this time. Waiting, waiting for something that was hidden away in the depths of one’s mind [ and should stay like this as well ]. These few weeks, they shouldn’t make it as hard as it obviously appeared to be. “Okay, yes – yes I want it to be something else.” And in the fashion he knows, in the way he knows, would hand wave as if dispersing truth of the matter. Would wave in the air once as if all he had said was just something to ignore, something to push away and aside [ how adorable--- ].
★ “Ah.” Is all that falls from his lips in mild surprise. A sound that was enough to rise the frown back upon Itsuki’s face, a look of displeasure, turned into a grimace enough to lighten up a confused smile on the man he basically [ obviously ] had confessed to. “Is this all?!” He’s loud again. Loud in a way that resonates around the otherwise barren room, catches the intonation of his own softened surprise in a way that was a near hilarious contrast between one another, striking and catching [ and so many had already commented upon it ]. It’s enough to make him move. To take that step forward that distances them just when Itsuki was about to pull back even further. He’s quick to wrap palm around his wrist, quick to keep him in place, rising eyes to lighten up and widen, to wonder without asking at all.
★ How daring. How he knows that his partner wanted to protest and protests not at all when lips do meet his. When there’s nothing but a brush of a kiss and it feels even more desirable just for that small contact, leaving Itsuki to tilt up a bit, to seek more, to instinctively find that offered warmth that spreads from tender skin of his arm, wrapped in tightly in that near unyielding and still benign [ he was so gentle ] grasp. Spreading even further from that stolen kiss, yielded and provoked and undeniably sweet. He should hate it, should hate that he was so weak in falling, and yet desired even more.
★ Time does swim by like the dragging seconds just before in that shared solitude cradled by silence, and yet with these seconds, they were far too hard to catch and hold. Should last just a bit longer, give them suitably more. Give and give - for how they were so greedy and wanted to take.
★ The only movement it took for the second class to consider waking up, was the fine whisper of fingertips, suddenly pooling in his palm. It was all enough to have him blink, have him lift stare now focussing again from quiet fervour of having closed eyes before, to search and search [ and find so much, yet apparently nothing at all ]. Such a shadow hanging over eyes, glazed and unmoving and still drowned out the surrounding does appear, trained and heavily engaged, and only one man before each other. "More?" So he's teased once again in repercussion to outburst, enough to make him nearly sputter, to nearly startle out of quietude of daydream, that was a beautifully sweet reality all the same.
★ "As if you even need to ask." All that's breathed in momentarily languour [ calm, calm, this moment is not going to be taken away from you ], with the tasting, testing and finding lips anew.
