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Yuuta is the type of man to always take the stairs. his friends will watch him from the ascending escalators or see him dart away through the closing doors of an elevator, rounding the corner to the nearest staircase. it’s quicker, he doesn’t have to worry about being pressed against a stranger or smushed in a full square, he doesn’t mind the mild ache in his knees going up and down levels while his group goes at a slower pace to the same floor. he even likes waiting for his friends with a quirked smile acting as if they’ve kept him waiting when the quickened rise of his chest is noticeable. but- when he’s with you, yuuta will always take an elevator. keeps a steady hand on your hip and guides you into his side when there’s already a group of people, will keep you between him and wall so no one else can stand in your personal bubble, eyes always glancing at you in his peripheral through the awkward silence and loud ding as you go up a floor.
On the occasion an elevator is empty though, he’s quick to wait for the doors to close and press a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips, ears red and cheeks warm as that’s his way of inviting you to make a move. yuuta always worries about a watching camera in the corner but with the way your hands grab at his collar and bring him eye to eye he never seems to care that much. there’s something about the short lived moment of intimacy between the two of you, metal doors shutting and your lips meeting in an eager kiss, he holds you as if he wasn’t just stealing your breath in the privacy of his car moments prior. one calloused hand holds the back of your neck, cradling it and softly digging into the skin to ground you as the other comes to your hip, guiding you into his chest while simultaneously leaning you into the wall.
His tongue licks against yours, noses bumping one another and chests tight as you forget to breath, yuuta always lets out the deepest sighs when kissing you, his lips yearning for yours and feeling so wound up until you give him the exact thing he’s been thinking about. lipstick transfers over to him and there’s already an outline in his pants poking into your thigh. his body reacting to you like second nature, you have to push against his chest to break away for air, and he’s so quick to reconnect the two of you. hearts beating in time with the ding of every floor, (yuuta has this bad habit of pressing all the buttons mid make-out that you can never remember to scold him about), he gives you no time to catch your breath as he’s molding your body into his, arm warping around your lower back to keep you against him.
A single minute feels like hours to him, every moment with you igniting him on fire. when the doors finally start to open it’s you who has to compose the both of you, a pretty smile on your face as you fit yourself into his side while he stands hunched with his chin tipped upwards and one hand clawing at your hip, the other in his hoodie trying to hide his aching erection. theres a stray hair stuck to his forehead and his cheeks stay the cutest shade of red that keeps you giggling to yourself over how worked up he gets. it always takes him a moment to catch his breath, fingers interlocking with yours as he’s already thinking on how to cut your trip short. though yuuta always wonders if it’s worth getting stuck in an elevator so he can make this one dream he has a reality.
