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theblueintheday2015-03-21 06:33 pm
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[team sonic] makes your heart pound
Starting words from here.
Title from Red Velvet's Ice Cream Cake.
"Wear the hakama."
"No."
It's a standoff, Chanyeol eyeing the strange black and white folds of fabric with distaste.
"I'm not even Japanese!" he complains, weakly. Yixing can be remarkably persuasive when he wants to be, and Chanyeol can already taste defeat. But he's not going to roll over belly up yet. "I don't want to wear this strange thing, it looks heavy and uncomfortable and I refuse." He sounds like he's going to stamp his feet, he's exaggerating that much, and Yixing actually starts laughing.
"I'm not Japanese either," he points out, "and I'm wearing it just fine." Chanyeol does have to admit that he looks really good in it too, his full white sleeves, and the black fabric tied at his waist, falling down to just above his feet.
"You wear it then," Chanyeol says, sticking to his guns. "I like my clothes just fine."
"Fine," Yixing says, and he sounds almost grumpy, arms folded over his his chest, but there's a twinkle in his eye. "I'll make a deal with you."
"Uh-huh?" Chanyeol retorts. This had better be good.
"Put it on for ten minutes and I'll take it off of you myself. And if that doesn't convince you then you don't have to wear it." He grins, the dare plain in the set of his teeth. Chanyeol is suspicious, it sounds way too easy. Something is definitely up but he can't figure out what.
Grudgingly, he slips into the white kimono and then fumbles with the obi. Yixing, laughing, finally takes the mess out of his hands, tying the obi first at the back, then crossing back and forth and tying at the back, finishing up with bringing the back ties forward and knotting them into something that looks like two bow ties.
"There," Yixing says, standing back and looking pleased. Chanyeol just feels like a child who can't even get dressed on his own.
"The ten minutes start now," he says, stepping forward to get his phone. "What is this?" Yixing laughs. "I'm not wearing any pants!" Chanyeol just wants to go play video games and forget about everything.
"I thought you might look good in an andon bakama," Yixing explains, Chanyeol only frowning harder because the explanation means nothing to him and Yixing knows it.
"How is this supposed to convince me?" he asks, raising an eyebrow skeptically and trying not to shout.
"Just watch," Yixing smirks, and instead of explaining anything that's going on, he steps forward. Chanyeol steps backward reflexively, even though he's taller, Yixing can be downright intimidating when he wants to be, and his eyes are smouldering. Chanyeol's heel catches, then, on the hem of his hakama and he falls back, against the wall, sliding partway down. Yixing steps forward, leaning over him, fencing him in with an arm on either side. Chanyeol discovers that his heart is suddenly pounding.
"Now," Yixing murmurs, moving in with his mouth so that his warm breath sends shivers down Chanyeol's spine, "I'll show you what andon bakama are good for." His lips enfold Chanyeol's suddenly breathless mouth, tongue running along the seam of his mouth before it opens, as Yixing's hand slips between the folds of Chanyeol's clothes.
It doesn't even take ten minutes.
Title from Red Velvet's Ice Cream Cake.
"Wear the hakama."
"No."
It's a standoff, Chanyeol eyeing the strange black and white folds of fabric with distaste.
"I'm not even Japanese!" he complains, weakly. Yixing can be remarkably persuasive when he wants to be, and Chanyeol can already taste defeat. But he's not going to roll over belly up yet. "I don't want to wear this strange thing, it looks heavy and uncomfortable and I refuse." He sounds like he's going to stamp his feet, he's exaggerating that much, and Yixing actually starts laughing.
"I'm not Japanese either," he points out, "and I'm wearing it just fine." Chanyeol does have to admit that he looks really good in it too, his full white sleeves, and the black fabric tied at his waist, falling down to just above his feet.
"You wear it then," Chanyeol says, sticking to his guns. "I like my clothes just fine."
"Fine," Yixing says, and he sounds almost grumpy, arms folded over his his chest, but there's a twinkle in his eye. "I'll make a deal with you."
"Uh-huh?" Chanyeol retorts. This had better be good.
"Put it on for ten minutes and I'll take it off of you myself. And if that doesn't convince you then you don't have to wear it." He grins, the dare plain in the set of his teeth. Chanyeol is suspicious, it sounds way too easy. Something is definitely up but he can't figure out what.
Grudgingly, he slips into the white kimono and then fumbles with the obi. Yixing, laughing, finally takes the mess out of his hands, tying the obi first at the back, then crossing back and forth and tying at the back, finishing up with bringing the back ties forward and knotting them into something that looks like two bow ties.
"There," Yixing says, standing back and looking pleased. Chanyeol just feels like a child who can't even get dressed on his own.
"The ten minutes start now," he says, stepping forward to get his phone. "What is this?" Yixing laughs. "I'm not wearing any pants!" Chanyeol just wants to go play video games and forget about everything.
"I thought you might look good in an andon bakama," Yixing explains, Chanyeol only frowning harder because the explanation means nothing to him and Yixing knows it.
"How is this supposed to convince me?" he asks, raising an eyebrow skeptically and trying not to shout.
"Just watch," Yixing smirks, and instead of explaining anything that's going on, he steps forward. Chanyeol steps backward reflexively, even though he's taller, Yixing can be downright intimidating when he wants to be, and his eyes are smouldering. Chanyeol's heel catches, then, on the hem of his hakama and he falls back, against the wall, sliding partway down. Yixing steps forward, leaning over him, fencing him in with an arm on either side. Chanyeol discovers that his heart is suddenly pounding.
"Now," Yixing murmurs, moving in with his mouth so that his warm breath sends shivers down Chanyeol's spine, "I'll show you what andon bakama are good for." His lips enfold Chanyeol's suddenly breathless mouth, tongue running along the seam of his mouth before it opens, as Yixing's hand slips between the folds of Chanyeol's clothes.
It doesn't even take ten minutes.