A certain trio of friends meet for the first time. It would’ve been around this time, August of 1777. This is the animated gif version, the video version is here. You can see my process on instagram!
Hawks would encourage you to dye your hair the same color as his, so people will mistake u as siblings and he can have fun calling you imouto in public and then enjoy the shock in their faces when he pulls you into a kiss
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Oh, when he first suggested it you thought it was a good idea- you've always liked his hair color and you agreed with him when he said it would look good on you.
It did look good on you- enough so that you were happy to show it off when he suggested a date later.
You put on something nice and had a nice night on the town. When you got home, that's when the first comment comes-
“Hey, we kinda look like we’re brother and sister now!”
You laugh it off and you two joke about it a little as you wind down with some booze and silly teasing.
You don’t expect the joking to continue once he starts touching you, but you’re a little too tipsy at that point to do more than whine out a “Keigo, don’t be a perv!” whenever he nips at your ear and murmurs to let Keigo-nii take care of you.
It’s shameful, but you get worked up from it- you come later on with Keigo rutting into you and a mewl of “nii-chan” slipping from your lips.
Neither of you mention it in the morning and that’s okay with you- it’s so embarrassing to think about and you don’t want to be teased or looked at in disgust by your loving boyfriend.
You don’t say anything and you go about your day and, after a while, you forget about it.
Or, you would have forgotten about it if Keigo didn’t bring it up later while taking you out for lunch.
It’s when you’re waiting in line for some takeout- surrounded by a small crowd and your boyfriend hugging you loosely with his arms wrapped around your shoulders and his chin resting on your head. He’s playing with your hair, wrapping it around his finger idly, and it’s nice, relaxing- even if the crowd and the wait is starting to get on your nerves.
“This is takin’ forever.”
You hum in agreement and he huffs a little, holds you closer when the person in front of you backs toward you a bit. His head ducks closer to your ear and you blink whenever he noses against it, blush a little when he tells you,
“I’d rather be home eating you out.”
It’s quiet enough that no one around can hear, but you still fluster at it- huff and turn your head to give him a scandalized little look.
“Keigo, we’re in public,” you scold. Your boyfriend eating you out does sound nice, though, and you bite your lip before lowering your voice and whispering, “but we can do that later.”
You get a grin thrown your way and you huff fondly over it, smile at him in return. Keigo curls a lock of hair tighter around his finger and you hum whenever he presses a kiss to your lips, smile bigger whenever he parts from it.
Your smile falls whenever his grin flicks into a smirk, whenever he strokes along your jawline with a finger from his free hand and says- loud enough for the people nearby to hear-
“I’m looking forward to it, sis.”
Your eyes widen and you immediately feel the stare of those around you, hear scandalized whispers start up.
“Didn’t he just-”
“They can’t really be-”
“But, their hair- they look alike! They could be-”
Horror fills you and your cheeks burn, the world shakes in disbelief.
(And, even worse, there’s a sinful, taboo pulse that runs through you- a dark and honeyed throb that makes you want to die on the spot and whimper, press against your horrible boyfriend.)
“Kei- Keigo!”
“You’re so cute, sis,” Keigo laughs- smirking at your flushed face and the way your fingers grip onto him in embarrassment. “What a sweet imouto I have.”
He kisses you again, smothering your squeak, and you almost melt to the floor as you struggle against shameful desire and the embarrassment of having to hear the shocked gasps and furious whispers going off around you.
The man in front of you walks off. The couple behind you leave as well. The people standing to the side waiting for their food stare you down.
Nothing is said to either of you, but everyone’s eyes are on you both- they watch the way Keigo tucks hair behind your ear and they watch the way he tucks you close under his arm. You whimper from the attention and your humiliation and your need and Keigo chuckles at it, holds you tighter to keep you from squirming away.
“You should see the looks on their faces,” he murmurs to you. “They can’t stop staring.”
“Keigo-”
“Shhh,” he hums, rubbing your shoulder and letting you hide your face against him- nice now that he’s done teasing you. “I was just havin’ fun. And you liked it last night.”
You swear your face is going to burst into flames. You whine- not even trying to hide it- and he chuckles again, tilts your head up and presses another kiss to your lips, gets more gasps and furious whispers buzzing.
“I liked it too,” he whispers- eyes half-shut and grin lazy, and knee knockingly hot in its hunger. “So don’t get embarrassed, yeah? Have fun with it.”
“Keigo, I can’t-”
“Shh, be good for your nii-san.”
That is said loud enough so the others can hear and you whimper whenever he kisses you- deeper than before, definitely not appropriate for public even without the taboo role play.
You fall against him, unable to resist him and your shameful desire, and you flush darker than ever before as he pulls back, feel a pulse down low when someone hisses out “disgusting” behind you.
It is disgusting.
...but it’s hot too.
You bite your lip- lashes lowered, fingers curled in the fabric of your boyfriend’s shirt- and you shudder with forbidden pleasure as Keigo strokes your hair encouragingly.
“I...yes...yes, nii-san.”
His lips turn wicked in approval and you bury your head against him again whenever his feathers puff up in delight, whenever he presses against you and you feel his cock hard in his pants.
“Good girl.”
The whispered praise soothes your embarrassment, just a little, and you let out a soft noise when he pulls you forward in the line.
“I think I’ll get the yakisoba,” he says cheerfully, so easily amused by the wide eyes of the cashier and the shocked gapes from the other customers. “What do you want, sis?”
You mumble something random and Keigo orders it for you, pays and shuffles you to the side with him so you can wait.
“This’ll be good,” he hums out. “But you’ll taste even better.”
You can feel the person next to you recoil and embarrassment flutters through you, your thighs press tighter against one another as a pulse of desire throbs through you.
“I...I can’t wait, nii-san.”
Keigo grins and you get a kiss to your hair, his hand wandering down low to give your hip a squeeze.
And you let it all happen- eyes shut and need rising in you, shame and pleasure twining through you.
Keigo probably planned this whenever he suggested you dye your hair. You should be more upset, maybe.
But it...it’s...it’s hot.
You flush at your taboo desire and you nestle closer to your boyfriend- your “nii-san.”
Later will be fun...and maybe you’ll let him do this again sometime...
Maybe.
The two of you wait and you let Keigo idly grope you while people stare, you think of how you’re going to get on your knees for your nii-san later.
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