Yamada Ryosuke & Chinen Yuri
Yamada x Chinen
NSFW topic discussed but not shown, sweet boys figuring out their future, figuring out boys in love, flustered Yama-chan is gold, YURI IS THE CUTEST IN THE WORLD, Fluffy, romance, sweet love, slice of life, domestic
NSFW topic, MxM Relationship
Music Inspiration: Secrets by One Republic
Yuri blinked, his eyes screaming at him in desperation to stay closed, he was still so sleepy, but he was too curious at the odd sound from the other side of the bed to not try to gain better awareness of time and place. He turned his head toward the noise, the image of Ryosuke perched on the side of the bed blurry and watery as he tried to make sense of what he was doing.
The bed shook as Ryosuke snickered, his body shaking with laughter, causing Yuri to throw his arm over his eyes, growling, “What are you doing right now?”
“Watching you,” Ryosuke burst out giggling, leaning over top of Yuri to kiss him quickly then drew back as he inhaled deeply, only to burst out into a fit of giggles again.
“Why!?” Yuri threw his arm back, his eyes partially closed against the bright light streaming in from the window as he tried to force them to focus on the far too happy so early in the morning Ryosuke.
Ryosuke spoke through his laughter, “I’ve been–trying to–oh my gosh–” he laughed harder, then tried to calm his breathing, “Oh my gosh, okay–okay–breathe…breathe–”
Yuri blinked, his focus becoming clear as he leaned up on his elbows, looking at Ryosuke like he had grown another head, “What is wrong with you?”
This just made Ryosuke laugh harder, wheezing as he spoke, “Not me!”
He pointed to Yuri, his words barely discernible through his laughter, “Look at yourself!”
Yuri blinked, confused, as he sat up to look around, his eyes taking in the fact that he’d somehow managed to completely roll himself up in their sheets and comforter, his feet tightly bound by the tangle of bedding, then glancing back he realized that he didn’t just have his own pillow, but also had Ryosuke’s pillow underneath where he’d just been laying his head, instantly twisting around to look at Ryosuke who was shaking his head, “Wha…”
“You sat up ten minutes ago, scaring the hell out of me, not gonna lie, because you jerked straight up making this really weird ungodly gasping noise, and then…” Ryosuke laughed, pointing to the wall across from them, “You were staring right there and you said in this really deep voice, ‘I warned you total annihilation was the only option! Where are my weapons of mass destruction!?’ and then you turned to look at me, frowning and screeching ‘You haven’t earned the right to these kind of comforts soldier!’ And then…”
Yuri tilted his head, trying to make sense of any of this, as Ryosuke struggled to finish the story through his raucous laughter, “Then…you jerked the pillow straight out from under my head, putting it on top of yours before twisting around, wallowing in the blankets, rolling from side to side as you complained about the ‘ingrates’–then, promptly threw yourself down on the two pillows and apparently fell instantly back to sleep!”
“I did no–”
Yuri tilted his head when he heard the buzzer to the front door going off, his eyes darting over to Ryosuke who had turned his head, “We expecting anyone?”
“Nope,” Ryosuke shrugged, “Especially, never this early.”
He muttered something about people knowing better than attempting such uncivilized behavior up in his dojo, glancing over lazily when Yuri spoke, “Go get it.”
Yuri flumped backward onto the pillow, scoffing when Ryosuke grabbed the pillow out from under his head, and then slammed it into his face.
“It’s your turn!” Ryosuke snapped, shoving Yuri with his ice cold feet, “I answered it last time.”
“AHHH! Your feet are freezing!” Yuri huffed, shoving Ryosuke’s feet away as he pouted, “You’re supposed to spoil me,” Yuri sighed when Ryosuke just burrowed down into the bedding, grinning with the edges of his mouth turned up.
“Ugh! ” he glared at Ryosuke, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, “I’m definitely telling your Mom on you this weekend.”
Ryosuke just rolled his eyes, pulling the covers up tightly under his chin, pointing to the door with the tip of his finger peeking out, “Go!”
“Fine, but you’re gonna pay…” Yuri scowled as he pulled his robe on, shuffling out into the hallway and toward the door as the buzzer sounded again.
He pulled the door open, discovering a delivery person there, holding a package and requesting a signature. He signed quickly and then closed the door, padding down the hallway to the kitchen, suddenly feeling very, very awake as the anticipation of the products he’d ordered a week ago having arrived.
Yuri set the box down on the counter, reaching over to pull a knife from the butcher block to open it, his insides bubbly with a heady combination of excitement and fear–considering that maybe this was the one single thing he’d ever done that might really truly shock Ryosuke.
It wasn’t like he’d gone out of his way to hide anything from Ryosuke per se, the truth was, he also hadn’t really offered him any information forthright either about the items in the box. Rather, he’d thought perhaps it would be good for both of them to discuss it once the books and materials he had ordered had arrived. He supposed now that he was looking over at Ryosuke who had just entered the kitchen… perhaps this wasn’t the best plan after all.
He watched him cross into the kitchen, his hand absently scratching his bare chest, his pajamas pants resting ‘just so’ on his hips as he opened the refrigerator to get his morning drink. Yuri found him utterly beautiful with his messy bedhead and slow sleepy movements, and on any other day his fixation would have been affixed to his lovely, firm backside as he shifted around the kitchen in a half-asleep haze, maybe he’d even go over and slide his fingers down the toned muscles on his back and then flirt with him a bit, kiss him until he was awake…but, not today, rather…today the box on the counter demanded his full attention.
Yuri shook his head as he tore his eyes away from Ryosuke, knowing he would never understand how he could drink soda first thing in the morning. It was positively disgusting. Still, it hardly mattered when he felt his nerves flaring up at the response he might get from him about the initiative he’d taken.
He hesitated, the small voice in his head chiding him for not thinking forward enough to fully fit the best qualities he equally loved and loathed about Ryosuke into his plan…most notably his sometimes extreme, over the top need to control things.
The thought fluttered through his mind’s eye again…
Maybe it would have been a better idea to let him in on the plan.
Still…he was bent on this.
No, I wanted him to see the truth.
This is my way of doing that.
He inhaled deeply, steeling his nerves, because the truth was pretty simple. He might not understand all of it, or really know how any of this intimacy stuff worked, but the one thing that was absolute truth was that he wanted more than anything to learn and make every single discovery about this with Ryosuke.
He’d decided that his biggest wish and greatest hope was that he sincerely wanted their wedding night to be something special, something perfect–and this, at least to him–seemed like the way it would be all they’d ever dreamed of–a time of breathtakingly beautiful unconditional love and deep abiding passions and patient tenderness of learning and delightfully sweet growing and captivating intimate discoveries and sacred spiritual connections and hopefully unbelievably indescribable pleasure with one another.
He had realized once they’d decided on a whirlwind wedding in a few weeks that it was high time one of the two of them decided to grow the hell up and begin a dialogue about these things regardless of how utterly preschool they seemed to be about such matters–so…that’s what he’d set about doing.
As it turned out, in reality, once he’d begun to contemplate his plan, he’d realized fairly quickly that he had only a vague idea about how physical relations worked between two guys.
Obviously, it was a little like insert ‘part a’ into ‘part b’… simple enough, he supposed, it wasn’t like they were creating something new here–but even so, he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it because he really just didn’t get it.
Factually speaking, one of the two parts was specifically designed to be a one way door…most certainly not designed with the idea of inserting something within.
He knew this first hand from when he’d been near deathly sick with a stomach virus a few years ago and they’d used a series of suppositories to help control his illness.
He cringed even thinking about it, certainly it was uncomfortable for many varied reasons, but putting aside someone else, even a nurse, touching you there in the first place, it sort of hurt at the time. He’d considered maybe he was tender from the illness, still he couldn’t shake the fact that maybe it was more than that and whatever it was he didn’t want to be unsure about it when it came to their wedding night.
He needed to know, to understand–and despite his best intentions of offering this gift to Ryosuke, it was clear that the burden of learning the ‘how to’ was something he really should be responsible for himself since it was in regards to his own body.
One thing was absolutely certain, their wedding night would most definitely not be the time to figure this out, rather, he needed to know beforehand, to be prepared, and to be sure…he wanted it to be perfect, it had to be perfect. His desire for the entire wedding and honeymoon to be all they’d dreamed of was paramount, and he wanted to give this gift in particular to Ryosuke more than ANYTHING.
Given all of this, after all, it didn’t seem to him to be something that they would just be able to muddle through on sheer willpower and desire alone. No, he’d realized it would be something a little more complex than that which made the decision to research it seem like a really good idea, the right thing to do–so, he’d taken the initiative–surprising himself, in fact.
Surely he wasn’t delusional, since in his mind he’d always imagined if either of them were going to grow up and take some responsibility for figuring out how exactly to do this–he would have placed a solid bet on it being Ryosuke. No question about it in his opinion, so of course, it wasn’t really on his radar that it would be himself, yet here they were–his hand poised on the top of the box of books and supplies he’d ordered intent to show Ryosuke what he’d purchased.
He smiled when he realized rather unexpectedly that he was far more excited and filled with giddy anticipation than nervous now that he was ready to open the box… relief flooding through his being as he embraced this very positive feeling compared to the slow dread that had been threatening him only a few minutes before.
No, now released of that he felt the tickling tendrils of bubbling excitement in the pit of his tummy because he absolutely couldn’t wait for Ryosuke to be proud of him for thinking about these things and being proactive in research and even buying the things they’d need to get started–and for him to know the truth.
He’ll also know how much I want this, want him, which is purely a bonus for me.
“What’s in the box?” Ryosuke asked, his voice conversational, clearly not having a remote idea of what it was, nor of the complex nature of the debate within Yuri’s internal psyche about the status of the box he held, his serious conflict hidden to him in his still half asleep state, stifling a yawn while picking up his drink to take a sip as he eyed the box that Yuri was about to open.
Yuri didn’t think much of the next thirty seconds, not particularly, since the concept had been rather at the forefront of his mind constantly since the week before and he’d managed to have a month long conversation with himself in about forty-two seconds–so, this didn’t feel like such a big deal at the moment, not really in the way that one would think, well, maybe a little bit that way, but mostly it was more that it was a puzzle he’d decided he had to figure out, so the words more or less flew out of his mouth rather like speaking about what they might be eating for dinner that night, offhandedly, “I googled how exactly two guys have sex and…”
His words caught in his throat, freezing in place when Ryosuke slammed his hand down on the counter, the cracking sound loud in his ears from the quiet peace of the room around them.
Ryosuke felt the drink he’d just taken catch in his throat as it quickly reversed, body responding violently to the imminent fear of choking to death, his breath caught and then rushing forward causing the soda to blow straight out of his mouth and nose as he jerked backward, coughing and sputtering at the words that had just spilled from Yuri’s mouth.
Yuri had shoved the box to the side just in time to miss the spray of soda that Ryosuke spewed across the counter, blinking slowly as a grin spread across his face, one eyebrow lifting dramatically as he waited for Ryosuke to recover his senses–while he hadn’t really taken a chance to imagine what Ryosuke’s response might be, the fact that he was completely losing his crap was more than a little funny when Ryosuke generally moved through life like he had everything under control and never loses his cool.
If people only knew.
Ryosuke continued to hack and cough, trying to catch his breath, laughing as he realized he’d spit soda across the counter, barely missing Yuri’s shirt, his eyes wide as he took in Yuri’s expression.
He grabbed a dish rag from the sink, swiping at the soda on the counter as he took a deep breath finally, clearing his throat and then stilling for a moment, his fingers white on the cloth in his hand as he clutched it like it was his last lifeline, holding it desperately, “You…you did what now?”
“I googled it,” Yuri shrugged, not completely sure what Ryosuke was freaking out about, at least certainly not sure why it would be worth so much of a overblown response.
“You googled…what exactly?”
Yuri leaned forward, grabbing the rag to wipe an errant drop of soda Ryosuke had missed, tilting his head when Ryosuke didn’t release it, then paused, still holding the rag as he raised his eyes up to find Ryosuke frowning.
“Are…you…upset with me?” Yuri dropped his head down, his voice small, his fingers releasing the towel as he drew them back to fold them in his lap, not sure what he’d done precisely but surely not used to Ryosuke using this tone of voice, these particular eyes on him. He’d seen him respond to others like this a million times, but hadn’t ever seen him level this attitude toward him, and it made it feel as if there were a boulder settled in the middle of his tummy.
Ryosuke sputtered words, “Wha…wwh…no…of course…I’m…not…it’s just…I mean…”
“What…?” Yuri whispered, his gaze moving around the room, touching onto his eyes for a mere moment, then quickly past Ryosuke.
Ryosuke waited, knowing he needed to take a beat to calm his response, sure of it when Yuri’s eyes finally landed on his own, seeing the raw brokenness and uncertainty there making him want to kick his own ass when he realized he’d very much hurt his feelings, shaking his head, “Ree…I’m…It’s not that I’m upset, I’m not…Look…I–I…”
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, cursing internally that he was so ridiculously horrible at these kinds of things, “I’m not mad at you, okay?”
He looked up at Yuri, shaking his head when he realized this just wasn’t that simple when he took in his fallen shoulders and dejected expression, shuffling around the counter, spinning his chair, and then tipping Yuri’s head up with his fingertips to look in his eyes as he spoke, his voice firm and unwavering, “I’m not mad at you, I’m sorry I made you think that, okay?”
Yuri remained silent, his eyes studying Ryosuke carefully, trying to decipher the words that he wasn’t saying between the ones he was, “But…”
“I just…I never thought about it befo–” the words froze in his throat at the way Yuri’s expression fell instantly, pain and rejection infusing his eyes as he tried to look past Ryosuke, causing him to scramble with his words, holding his hands up in front of him as if in surrender, “No, no–please, I mean, I…I…damn it!”
His voice was high and flustered as he tried to get his words to come out correctly, “…okay…I don’t mean it like that, of course, of course, I have thought about it, that, us and that, I mean, I’ve obviously thought about it but I mean I never thought about doing…damn it!”
He growled, angry at how hard this was, turning to pace across the room, spinning back around to face Yuri, absently wondering if these conversations were normal for other people.
He startled as the realization hit him, of course it wasn’t.
It was complex and rather difficult for them simply because most other people didn’t have to Google how to have sex with the person they loved in the first place, it was rather basic after all–shaking his head, hands on his hips as he closed his eyes trying to gather his thoughts, taking a deep breath, and then looking at Yuri, his mind wild with the need to find the right words to convey what he was thinking, feeling, to erase the hurt expression on his face and replace it with the one when he was secure in the knowledge of how very much he was loved.
“Listen, I just…I mean Googling things like that is all…” Ryosuke shrugged, his cheeks suddenly pink now that they were in the middle of a conversation really talking about it, now that the words were beginning to edge their way out into the air around them, he felt like he couldn’t breathe for a moment, and Yuri smirked when he realized what was happening, when the reality dawned on him.
“You’re embarrassed,” Yuri announced firmly, and when Ryosuke didn’t correct him, he felt somehow emboldened, standing up from where he’d been sitting at the counter, moving slowly over to where Ryosuke was standing, daring to speak the full truth as he suddenly felt he was certain as to where the frustration was coming from at this point, his voice teasing, “And…you’re terrified I’ve been corrupted…aren’t you?”
Ryosuke’s cheeks felt hot and he took a deep, shuddering breath to try to calm himself down, then nodded sharply, the question hesitant, part of him not wanting to know the answer, “Were you?”
“No,” Yuri burst out laughing, his hands sliding around Ryosuke’s waist to pull him closer, “I don’t know what kind of stuff you’re looking at on the internet, but the pages I went to just had normal people talking about it, and giving helpful advice and all…that’s…I mean that’s why I bought the stuff for us, and how I knew what to buy…I don’t…I mean I don’t really know how else we were going to figure this out?”
Ryosuke’s ears felt like they were on fire as the blush instantly spread across his entire body from the realization of what Yuri was thinking, swallowing hard he pushed the words out, “It’s something you…that you…want us to do…together?”
Yuri tilted his head, his eyes twinkling in affection at how utterly adorable Ryosuke was when he was so completely flustered, “Yes, stupid.”
Ryosuke couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head, “Okay, I mean but…I don’t…I haven’t read anything…I don’t really know…how–”
“Will you calm down,” Yuri tugged on his hips gently, shaking him lightly, “I’m not asking you to bend me over our kitchen counter right this second! My gosh, I just mean, I figured this is something we both would want… and… I’d just been thinking about our honeymoon and I just thought that maybe we…”
Yuri felt his heart catch, a slow sinking feeling spreading across him as his eyes snapped to Ryosuke’s, nervous and unsure, “Unless…you don’t wa–”
“Now who’s being stupid?!” Ryosuke snapped, cutting off his words before he could finish them, his eyes rolling dramatically.
“You sure?” Yuri was insecure now, not certain about his thoughts or plans or taking the initiative to do this research and such, now he was worried maybe he’d misread Ryosuke’s intentions, maybe he didn’t really know what he’d wanted after all.
Ryosuke’s eyes studied him for a moment, his expression serious before he smiled tenderly at Yuri, his heart beating wildly in his chest, trying to stop himself from just grabbing him and squeezing him in a hug and never letting him go because it didn’t matter how famous he was, or how popular he was, he was sometimes just a small, terrified guy who needed reassurance from the man he loved.
“Chiisana, after our wedding…after you are finally my husband…” Ryosuke’s voice was gentle, his eyes filled with overwhelming love and affection, the sound of the word ‘husband’ melting on his tongue as his hands cupped Yuri’s cheeks, his thumbs stroking the soft texture beneath, leaning down to press his lips gently against his pouting ones, lingering for a moment, tenderly gliding them against his skin like a whisper, then drawing back only enough to speak, his eyes fixed on Yuri’s, “I want that–want you–want to know you in all ways, of course, more than anything, on our honeymoon I want to be with you in every way humanly possible.”
The statement barely touched the surface of what Ryosuke really felt about the idea of being with Yuri in that way–all he knew was that it would be the most perfectly beautiful experience, something deeply ingrained with intimacy and love and trust and passion–in fact, it was one thing, maybe the only thing he could ever imagine which held even a remote possibility of bringing the two of them even closer than they already were apart from the sanctity of their marriage itself.
“I want it too,” Yuri confirmed, his voice soft, almost bashful despite the way his fingers grazed boldly across Rysosuke’s hips as he tilted his head up, stealing a quick kiss before his expression filled with mischief, his eyes glittering as he blinked sweetly, “…plus, maybe I’m looking forward to bending you over the counter sometime, too…you know?”
Ryosuke tried to not let Yuri’s words, nor the opposing innocent expression on his face despite such scandalous words being spoken effect him, but the thoughts that began to run rampant through his mind were too quick, images bursting to life, his heart pounding in his chest, cursing under his breath, as Yuri’s hands slid down, pulling him forward until their bodies were flush against one another, Yuri’s eyebrow raised knowingly at the quite obvious evidence that Ryosuke was clearly into the idea.
“That okay with you?” Yuri whispered the words teasingly, subtle in his seduction, but clearly already knowing the answer as he drew his bottom lip between his teeth, blinking slowly up at Ryosuke who was having trouble taking a breath, let alone forming words, instead, he closed the distance between them, the kiss searing and infused with the wild desire that was flooding through him from the very thought of being with Yuri in such a way, whoever was doing whatever to whomever however…it didn’t matter to him–just being close to Yuri in that way was something he’d been imagining for a very long time.
Yuri shifted his legs, pushing his body flush against Ryosuke, causing him to groan as he broke the kiss, his hands grabbing Yuri’s cheeks, unable to conceal his smile at how beautiful he looked with his lips slightly swollen from the crushing kiss, his eyes alight with excitement.
Yuri’s eyebrows rose, “I’ll take this,” his lips twisting into a smirk as he slowly rolled his hips against Ryosuke’s making him bite his bottom lip between his teeth to stifle another groan, “as a yes…”
“It’s a…” Ryosuke saw that Yuri’s eyes mirrored his own dreams of their future together, his own excitement, and especially his own feelings of blossoming adoration, love and affection, the single word a whisper on his lips before he pulled Yuri forward for another, slower, kiss, “...yes...”