Title: pre-game
Rating: M
Fandom: Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE
Relationship: Aoi Itsuki/Tsurugi Yashiro
Wordcount: 455
Short summary: Itsuki and Yashiro in a certain dressing room at a certain venue at a certain time before a certain, yearly performance.
“Mmm…nghhh…”
In a certain dressing room, at a certain venue, at a certain time, the only audible sounds came from the only two people in said room, although with how close their bodies were pressed together against the back wall, an outsider might need a moment to even identify them should one happen to enter the room.
“Ha…ha…Yashiro…”
“I need…nnnn…close…”
For the only visible parts of the shorter man pressed up against the wall were his arms that wrapped around the other man’s waist. It allowed the two men’s bodies to move as one as they rocked together, moans and grunts slipping from their mouths as they worked themselves up in a passionate frenzy.
“Yeah…ahhh…come…ing…”
“Itsuki…”
“Ahhh…mmm…”
The sounds of climaxing were half muffled by wet kisses, sloppy kisses that were more like mouths reaching for anything they could press against and convey desire and affection to. Then, moments later, the arms around the taller man released and said man stepped back, taking a moment to survey the scene.
“Thank you.”
“Sheesh. Thankfully I remembered to bring spare underwear this year.”
A chuckle. “I never mind when you wear one of mine.”
“Yashiro!” A sigh. “Can’t believe this…every year. It’s like our holiday tradition.”
“Until I stop having New Year’s Eve performances.” The taller man pressed a light kiss to the other man’s forehead. “In 10 years? 20 years?”
Another sigh, this time with a shake of his head. “You’re saying we’ll do this…even in our 30s? Our 40s?”
“Why not? I don’t expect my feelings for you to change during that time.”
“Yashiro…”
The taller man laughed. He laughed until the other man joined in. Their foreheads touched briefly.
“Have a good performance.” The shorter man pressed his lips softly against the other man’s. “I love you, but we better clean up before anyone else shows up.”
A smile. “I love you too, Itsuki.”
No more words were exchanged as the two men stripped off their pants and replaced their underwear. The soiled underwear was placed into a bag, sealed, and carried by the shorter man, while the taller man went to the dresser to pull out his costume for the night.
“See you later.” With a wave from the doorway.
“I’ll give it my all.”
“Of course.”
The door shut, leaving a man alone with his costume and his satisfied smile. In a few hours he would be showing smiles and much more under the bright lights, while an audience off stage and at home, with their televisions, watched his every move, listened to his every word. But this…pre-game…was just as much a part of the routine as everything else. Only the two of them truly needed to know what it was, though.