Sakyo and Omi have been dating for two months but they haven't done the do yet. Maybe it's time that Sakyo steps up?
// cw vomit (background, this is NOT a kink)
A/N: For Rare Pairs Week Day 1: Craving/Satisfaction
It's been 2 months since they started dating, but he and Fushimi haven’t done it yet.
Sure, there's that awkwardness of starting into a new relationship, especially after how long it took them to actually get together. The mix of his previously lingering feelings for Izumi, the ten-year age gap between the two of them, and liking someone new for the first time in years, had had Sakyo hesitant for months. That is, until Fushimi pulled him out of his anxiety with a loud-ass declaration, so full of sincerity that he could no longer deny his own feelings. The worries are still there, and they might always be, but for Fushimi, Sakyo is willing to try.
Still, he feels like he's being handled with kid gloves. There hasn't even been an attempt of a heavy make-out session. The most he’s gotten is a closed mouth kiss on the lips that lasted for a few seconds. And it’s not like Fushimi doesn’t want him. Sakyo’s eyes might have deteriorated over the years, but his spectacles can help him clearly see the times Fushimi looks at him in a way that makes his body shiver.
It’s a lie to say he’s not nervous (he hasn’t had sex in ages), but it’s an even bigger lie to say part of him just wants Fushimi to go all out so that Sakyo wouldn’t have time to hesitate.
But he’s the older one. Maybe he should take the leap. He’s nearing his mid-thirties, and hell, he shouldn’t be this afraid to initiate, not when Fushimi’s been the only one pushing their relationship forward so far. He’s no longer that helpless punk-ass kid the boss had taken pity on. He’s got to carry his own weight.
How the fuck do you seduce someone without being embarrassing?
“Have you thought of asking him outright?”
Izumi might no longer be the life of his life, but she’s an important staple that keeps him going. Nonetheless, like heck can he be so shameless. She can’t be serious.
“Loving someone comes with showing all your vulnerable sides too.”
Yukishiro smirks at him, looking so goddamn smug while drinking from his shot glass so daintily as if it were tea instead. Sakyo is having second thoughts about inviting these two to drinks in the guise of actually asking for advice.
“Azuma-san is right! No pain, no gain, Sakyo-san! Besides, I’m sure Omi-kun will appreciate some verbal confirmation!”
She’s on the brink of tipsiness, a giggle in her throat. He pushes away his own drink. Someone has to be sober enough to get them home later, and it probably won’t be Yukishiro.
“You can take it slow, Sakyo. You’re in it for the long haul, not just a tumble in the sheets.” Yukishiro puffs a chuckle.
Huh, he can take it slow. True, Fushimi has never rushed him – not even for his answer to the confession. How pathetic of him to always keep him waiting. His mind is made up. He shouldn’t waste any more time like he did pining away for both Izumi and his acting dream for years.
As predicted, Izumi is a wreck by the end of their session. She walks unsteadily, only not falling due to him and Yukishiro holding her up by her shoulders. They take baby steps from the cab to the dormitory’s front door, rustling the key out of her jacket.
Just when Sakyo is about to insert the key into the lock, the door opens and the light from the hallway peeks through. His boyfriend’s mouth quirks up when their eyes meet. Sakyo feels the blood rushing to his face.
“Oh looooooook! It’s Omi-kun!” Izumi slurs.
Fushimi’s laugh is deep and vibrant, and maybe it’s Sakyo’s slightly alcohol-addled mind, but he wants to hear even more of it.
“Omi-kuuuuuuuun! Sakyo-san has some-hic-something to say to youuuu.” Well shit, Tachibana, why are you throwing him under the bus so soon?
“Sakyo-san?” Fushimi cocks his head with questioning eyes towards him.
It’s now or never. He grabs onto Fushimi’s collar and pulls the bulky figure towards him. Their faces are only maybe an inch apart when Sakyo declares, “Fushimi. Take me to bed.”
His lover’s eyes dilate when-
“Arghhhhhh.”
They turn their heads and find their dear, dear director retching out her insides on the bushes that Matsukawa diligently waters every day.
If Sakyo never gets a boner again, it’ll be because he’s remembering this moment.
A/N: my 1st gift to Jacob for #A3PrideExchangeEvent2024 !
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This must be what it feels to be trampled by a herd of rhinoceroses.
Sakyo swears that as soon as he regains any semblance of control of his body back, he’s going to make Ichiban’s life a living hell. A drinking contest with the boss, a guy that has never been drunk under after decades? What a joke! If he wanted some fun, why did he have to pull Sakyo into it? Drinking in your thirties is not like drinking in your twenties. The recovery times are miles apart.
By the fifth round, he had been ready to raise a white flag, but the old man forced him to stay, yapping about how he was happy that Sakyo finally got a partner he’s actually introduced.
“I have high hopes for Fuhsimi!” he shouted with vigor, hearty laugh reverberating throughout the whole room.
With everyone else cheering, Sakyo understood a modicum of what Bon feels on a daily basis.
Each person tried to toast with him which led to several more drinks he had not intended to take. Now, Sakyo lies on the tatami mats, mind too fuzzy to make any coherent words. He tries to cover his eyes from the glaring light trying to burn his retinas, but his limbs are spaghetti.
Soon, the light is covered by a large figure. Sakyo squints. He can’t make out most things clearly without his glasses unless they’re super near and right in front of his face. Currently, he can’t make out a rock even if it sat right on his nose.
“…akyo…-n”
The low voice that calls to him over and over again is familiar. Fushimi? He tries to speak but instead, the words slur out as a garbled mess.
Arms grab his torso and maneuver him until he’s settled on Fushimi’s hard muscle. His chest, maybe? Sakyo twists and turns – or at least tries to – but finds that even lifting a finger is a struggle.
The heck. Just wait until he gets his hands on Ichiban.
They must move at some point because his surroundings start to darken and he’s back to lying down.
Fushimi holds his head while trying to urge him to drink something from a cup. Ugh. He can’t drink anymore! He keeps his lips sealed and turns his head.
“…wate….-an…”
Wo…What….Water? Oh. He should have known that Fushimi won’t steer him the wrong way like the goons he call his family.
That’s the last thing Sakyo remembers before passing out.
Waking up with a hangover fucking sucks.
His head is splitting with only fragments of the previous night barely passing his thoughts. Sakyo feels like absolute shit, but oddly, his body feels refreshed. He’s not doused in alcohol and not a bead of perspiration is on him. He’s squeaky clean.
Next, he realizes that he a human blanket is on him.
Fushimi’s arms wrap around Sakyo’s chest, his breath tickling Sakyo’s nape. They have slept beside together before and this isn’t much different from any other morning after their sleepovers, but thinking how embarrassing he must have been last night leaves Sakyo unable to face his own boyfriend.
Instead, he shifts his gaze to his surroundings. When he left to live at Mankai, he thought the boss would turn his room into some sort of storage room, but he kept everything the same. Honestly, they could have chucked Sakyo into one of their many guest rooms or even one of the grunt’s rooms and he wouldn’t have complained.
Knowing he can always come back to Ginsenkai is a relief. And he’s glad he has someone with him to come back here with.
While reminiscing, said person starts moving, his hands tightening their hold on Sakyo’s. Despite the lingering headache, Sakyo finally sits up and escapes Fushimi’s grasp. Sometimes, he forgets how strong Fushimi can be when he’s usually so gentle. He inspects his boyfriend, features soft in the little light of the room.
He reaches for Fushimi’s fingers, feeling each knuckle and callous. They’re hands that create beautiful dishes and delicious food. They’re hands that hold his during an afternoon park walk. They’re hands that kept him safe throughout the night from himself. Sakyo has been the designated sober helper many a times. He knows the role is a certified pain in the ass when dealing with someone as inebriated as he had been last night.
Damn, is he actually sober? He’s so darn sappy.
Fushimi groans, eyes fluttering awake.
“Sakyo-san…?” he asks in his deep morning voice. It sends shivers down Sakyo’s spine.
“Fushimi. Mornin’,” Sakyo replies, trying to keep his tone even.
His boyfriend sends him a smile, making blood rush to Sakyo’s cheeks. “Good morning.”
Sakyo coughs. “Thanks for last night. I musta been so shitfaced. “
“It’s alright.” Fushimi chuckles as he sits up, taking a glance at Sakyo’s grip on his hands and changing their positions so that now their fingers intertwine. “I’m glad that I’m the one they called.”
A simple statement, but the Sakyo understands the weight of it. In the past, if anything happened to Sakyo, Sakoda would be the first they would contact to attend to him. Now, he has a significant other. He has a partner in life. He’s never had that before.
“I’ll be the one to call for you too,” Sakyo declares. While he’s met Fushimi’s friends before, he’s never done so as Fushimi’s lover. He hopes they will come to trust him with Fushimi as the Ginsenkai has trusted Sakyo with him.
Fushimi smiles so wide, pulling Sakyo closer and tucks him under his chin.
“Promise?”
He hears Fushimi’s heartbeat quicken just like his own.
