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“Ah, we sure got a good haul.”
Following right behind Nayuta, who was already plopped down on one of the motel beds, Kanata closed the door behind him and dropped the shopping bags next to the other bed. They could've afforded to stay at a more expensive hotel, but after the overly cushy beds in the previous one, they figured they'd try something a bit less fancy but still a step-up from their usual unit. Sitting on the bed across from Nayuta, Kanata eyed all the bags they had just hauled in. "Does anyone even need this much clothes?"
Nayuta shrugged. "Well, we can afford it now, so why not? You did need more clothes, anyway."
"You say that, but most of those are for you," Kanata said, not actually as exasperated as he sounded but still somewhat perplexed by Nayuta's fixation on fashion. Nayuta had always been the one to coordinate their costumes, but previously they had always been restricted by their limited budget. Now, with the prize money from winning Paradox Live, that problem was no more, and Nayuta's latest shopping spree was bigger than ever.
"What, don't you like my new get-up?”
Kanata looked over at Nayuta’s figure, arms outstretched. Kanata was never big on following fashion trends and always just trusted Nayuta’s fashion sense, and Nayuta never set him up in anything he hated. Nayuta’s current get-up, which he decided to wear home right after paying for them, wasn’t so much different from his usual outfit - a cap, a colourful neon jacket, black shorts, some fancy sneakers.
“It’s not bad, but… you bought like half a dozen similar-looking stuff just in different colours.”
“Having different colours is important! Having more options to mix-and-match is always good. Don’t you want to see all the possibilities?” Nayuta stood up, as if to show off his whole figure in full view.
“I don’t really get that kind of thing… and I already said that I liked this one, anyway.”
“Hmm… do you really?” Slightly frowning, Nayuta stepped in closer. “Unless…”
“Huh?” Instinctively, Kanata pulled back in his seat as Nayuta came even closer.
“Would you prefer to see it go off, instead?”
“W- w- what? How did you get to that?”
“You don’t want that, either?”
“That’s…” Kanata, of course, had seen Nayuta naked, and in not-so-innocent contexts as well, even. And he wouldn’t say he didn’t want to see what Nayuta was offering. But the turn in topic took him by surprise.
“So?” Nayuta tugged at the collar of his jacket. “Do you prefer me in these clothes, or out of it?”
“What kind of question is that? Why do I have to choose?”
“You’re so greedy, Kanata. Well, since you’re already seeing me in the outfit, might as well give you me out of it too.”
“What -”
Before Kanata could say anything else, Nayuta had planted his hands on Kanata’s lap, a sly smile on his lips. Just as he did, he got back up to slowly step backwards, pulling down the zipper of his jacket as he did so.
“Nayuta?”
Nayuta shook himself out of the jacket, tossing it to the floor. One hand on the hem of the t-shirt underneath, he walked back towards Kanata, an exaggerated sway in his steps.
“You - are you really -”
Practically sitting on Kanata’s lap after putting one knee on the bed, Nayuta put a hand on Kanata’s shoulder as the other pulled his own t-shirt halfway up. “I did say I was going to show me without the clothes… but just taking everything off would be boring, so might as well make it a bit more fun, right?”
With a flourish, he pulled the shirt off above his head, not forgetting to shake his body as he did so. By this point, Kanata fully knew what Nayuta was going for, even if he wasn’t twirling his shirt with a finger before tossing it off to the floor. And Kanata wouldn’t say he disliked what he was seeing, for sure - for one, it was Nayuta, half-naked Nayuta on his lap, not something he had never seen before, and not like he wouldn’t want to see Nayuta take off the rest -
But the moment Nayuta tugged down at his shorts with a thumb, lips parted in a deliberate motion, something inside Kanata switched and suddenly, he was trying his hardest to hold back a chuckle.
Nayuta’s expression quickly turned into a pout. “You don’t have to be so mean, Kanata. I know I don’t have much experience doing this but I’m trying to put on something you’d like, you know?”
“It’s - it’s not that - of course I wouldn’t not want to see you - it’s just -” Kanata paused to take a deep breath. “It’s just…” Kanata took a long good look at Nayuta, the real Nayuta. “I’m not used to… really having you again and, well, doing things I’m not expecting at all.”
The air between them was silent for a moment, before Nayuta broke the stillness with a chuckle of his own. “I’m actually here now, Kanata.” He was back on Kanata’s lap now, but with no sign of continuing his performance from before for now - just staying there, his weight feeling all the more real, as if to remind Kanata that he was actually there. “And I’ll be surprising you all the time again, so…” He put one hand to caress Kanata’s cheek, his smile playful. “You better get used to it.”
“Heh.” Returning the smile, Kanata put his hands on Nayuta’s waist - a very welcoming and familiar warmth spreading against his hand as he did so. “If I say I’ll get used to whatever you’ll pull from here on, do you want to continue whatever you were doing?”
“It’s not just ‘whatever’, I’m actually trying to put on something good for you, you know,” Nayuta said with an exaggerated protesting tone. “But if that’s what you want…” His hands were back on the top of his shorts, clearly getting ready to rid them. “As you wish.”