Macaque listens to that laugh and the words that surround it, his ears dancing with the knowledge that Yuzuki is interested in seeing what they, together can do with a shop full of garments. It makes Macaque all the more determined to put Yuzuki in something that brings out all his best features: his eyes, his fur, and those pretty ears.
(Hm, so this is why people keep calling Macaque's own ears pretty. It has confused him for forever.)
"I feel certain that we'll have great fun together, making a ten course feast out of the perfect set of clothes." And how is it that Yuzuki draws him in so while he's wearing this white catastrophe?
Macaque sighs as Yuzuki explores his magic, not at all surprised at how intimate it feels and only mildly surprised at how frightening it isn't to be this open with a virtual stranger. Former stranger. A spark that starts what will hopefully be a hot and blinding spica of a relationship. The flush on Yuzuki's face and ears might be that. Or...
Macaque makes just one step closer at first, and then another quickly followed by a third, as if he's a magnet being called home by its perfect equal. His smile quirks into a lopsided smirk and then flips back into a smile like a bit of rubber set on its natural shape. Listening to that musical gasp, thinking of--
Of something indescribable. Something shaped just so, like it was made for his ears, which flare toward Yuzuki, seeking more of it. Something that he instantly yearns for, something that he could go his whole life seeking out and never feel that a moment was wasted.
Macaque's hand lifts as if his fingertips were going to brush Yuzuki's cheek, but he pauses in midair. Wanting permission before he does what he desperately wants and needs to try.
"I want you to kiss me," he says, his voice nearly a whisper. He speaks as if he had no choice but to say it, with a calm certainty that even if Yuzuki declines, he'll be glad for having asked. He wants to see if they fit together in this way, too.
[ Yuzuki finds himself drawn in, moving closer, following the steps to this brand new dance as easily as water follows the pull of gravity. It's a shocking lapse in his ironclad self-control, and yet he can't bring himself to stop. He should. Part of him wants to — the sensible part, probably; the part that knows better than to risk getting close. And yet. ]
[ And yet. ]
[ He doesn't want to. He can't bring himself to. He doesn't know what's happening, what this is or could be, and he doesn't want it to end. ]
[ Another step. His tail twitches and flicks, and it's all Yuzuki can do to keep his breath from hitching when Macaque lifts his hand, when he waits, when he puts words to the dizzyingly intense, achingly new and unfamiliar kaleidoscope of Feelings in Yuzuki's chest. I want you to kiss me. ]
[ Another step. Yuzuki closes the distance, gently catching Macaque's hand to brush a kiss against his knuckles. He meets Macaque's eyes, his own dark, lidded, and glittering gold. ]
Well. [ ... How can one simple, four letter word, barely louder than a whisper, sound like the beginnings of a chord, almost but not quite musical? ] You took the words right out of my mouth.
[ Closer still. So close now that Macaque can catch a hint of Yuzuki's scent … and Yuzuki's stupid tail can, apparently, curl loose and feather-light around Macaque's ankle. Yuzuki leans in … and pauses, their lips almost, almost brushing. ]
… I want to see where this takes us.
[ And with that, he cups Macaque's cheek with his free hand and kisses him. Light and gentle, as exploratory as the mingling of their magics. ]
Watching Yuzuki match him step for step is delightful, giving Macaque a flash of them dancing together sometime, both dressed up all sharp and perfect. And maybe singing together. Something about Yuzuki smells and feels like music, so it would only be right.
But for now, Macaque focuses on the present. On watching Yuzuki react to his request. Noting that Yuzuki seems both very interested and... slightly unsure? He's not getting many mixed feelings, just a flicker of something. A something that grows smaller the closer they draw to one another. And then--
Macaque's smile widens, knowing now that they were thinking the same thing. Wanting each other in more ways than mingling magics. But that too... Macaque's shadow moves closer to Yuzuki's, holding up a hand for it to take much the same as Macaque offered his.
His hand is kissed and warmth blooms all over Macaque's body, making his next inhale just barely sharper. Chemistry like this is nothing new in his life, but this is different. Substantial in a way that he can't quite put words to. A storybook perfect love, or at least infatuation, at first sight piece of absolute nonsense that he'd laugh at if it wasn't happening to him right now.
He can only nod shallowly when Yuzuki says that he wants to see where this takes them, he would have expressed a more obvious agreement but then Yuzuki's mouth is on his and he can think of better ways to show it.
Macaque is a great kisser, because if he's going to do something he's not going to half-ass it. But even if he didn't have lofty standards for a kiss, he would know that Yuzuki deserves a great one. His fingers brush over Yuzuki's shoulder to the nape of his neck, claws parting the fur gently as he returns the kiss, slow and sensual. Parting his lips to get a better taste of this fascinating monkey. His eyes fall shut so that his entire being is focused on this moment, this kiss, showing his abundant interest in how very well they connect. This spark that he feels flare into a wildfire and which sends an ironic shiver down his back.
His other hand drifts without him knowing it, to the small of Yuzuki's back. Beckoning the other monkey forward as much as he cares to come. All the while the kiss deepens with slow decadence that is less deliberate than it would normally be. Macaque isn't playing at anything, he's only reacting to the spell that's been cast on him. On them. A spell that he hopes never to break.
[ What Yuzuki lacks in practical experience, he more than makes up for with patient, dedicated enthusiasm and the will to learn. He's already learning, and quickly — as fast as the kiss is slow. Testing and tasting, tasting and testing. Savouring … everything. ]
[ Yuzuki sinks slowly, indulgently, into the moment. Into the rising warmth and simmering heat of the kiss, and the lean, elegant lines of Macaque's body; he sways in close, an easy answer to Macaque's invitation, and his hum of appreciation is very nearly a purr. ]
[ His shadow, too, closes the distance, taking its counterpart's hand with a smile and a slow swish of its tail … and an unmistakable invitation to dance. ]
Macaque notices something during those first few moments. He can't believe it's hesitation; so, inexperience then. But Yuzuki picks it up extremely quickly, leaving Macaque purring softly and wondering what else he could learn so fast. Minor mystery presumably solved, Macaque focuses fully on kissing Yuzuki and not a damn thing else. The rest of the world could fall apart around them and he'd be hard pressed to pay it any mind.
Humming in approval when Yuzuki veers closer and sends his mind in a few very fun directions, Macaque keeps gently moving his claws through the fur at the nape of Yuzuki's neck. His other hand drifts a little, wanting to head for the base of Yuzuki's tail to see what lovely responses that might dredge up, but no. Not yet. Only the thought of dressing Yuzuki up all sharp and pretty makes Macaque want to limit this to just a kiss, for now. An entrancing kiss, granted. His tail finds itself wandering, swaying lazily back and forth until the tip finds Yuzuki's tail around his ankle and traces along it for a few inches before reversing and going back the way it came, only to repeat the same again.
Macaque's shadow curls close to Yuzuki's, smiling at their joined hands. It's other hand it moves to the shoulder of its counterpart, hoping that it'll take the invitation to move closer. It's shy in a way its master isn't, having never been beckoned in quite this way.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
(Hm, so this is why people keep calling Macaque's own ears pretty. It has confused him for forever.)
"I feel certain that we'll have great fun together, making a ten course feast out of the perfect set of clothes." And how is it that Yuzuki draws him in so while he's wearing this white catastrophe?
Macaque sighs as Yuzuki explores his magic, not at all surprised at how intimate it feels and only mildly surprised at how frightening it isn't to be this open with a virtual stranger. Former stranger. A spark that starts what will hopefully be a hot and blinding spica of a relationship. The flush on Yuzuki's face and ears might be that. Or...
Macaque makes just one step closer at first, and then another quickly followed by a third, as if he's a magnet being called home by its perfect equal. His smile quirks into a lopsided smirk and then flips back into a smile like a bit of rubber set on its natural shape. Listening to that musical gasp, thinking of--
Of something indescribable. Something shaped just so, like it was made for his ears, which flare toward Yuzuki, seeking more of it. Something that he instantly yearns for, something that he could go his whole life seeking out and never feel that a moment was wasted.
Macaque's hand lifts as if his fingertips were going to brush Yuzuki's cheek, but he pauses in midair. Wanting permission before he does what he desperately wants and needs to try.
"I want you to kiss me," he says, his voice nearly a whisper. He speaks as if he had no choice but to say it, with a calm certainty that even if Yuzuki declines, he'll be glad for having asked. He wants to see if they fit together in this way, too.
no subject
[ And yet. ]
[ He doesn't want to. He can't bring himself to. He doesn't know what's happening, what this is or could be, and he doesn't want it to end. ]
[ Another step. His tail twitches and flicks, and it's all Yuzuki can do to keep his breath from hitching when Macaque lifts his hand, when he waits, when he puts words to the dizzyingly intense, achingly new and unfamiliar kaleidoscope of Feelings in Yuzuki's chest. I want you to kiss me. ]
[ Another step. Yuzuki closes the distance, gently catching Macaque's hand to brush a kiss against his knuckles. He meets Macaque's eyes, his own dark, lidded, and glittering gold. ]
Well. [ ... How can one simple, four letter word, barely louder than a whisper, sound like the beginnings of a chord, almost but not quite musical? ] You took the words right out of my mouth.
[ Closer still. So close now that Macaque can catch a hint of Yuzuki's scent … and Yuzuki's stupid tail can, apparently, curl loose and feather-light around Macaque's ankle. Yuzuki leans in … and pauses, their lips almost, almost brushing. ]
… I want to see where this takes us.
[ And with that, he cups Macaque's cheek with his free hand and kisses him. Light and gentle, as exploratory as the mingling of their magics. ]
no subject
But for now, Macaque focuses on the present. On watching Yuzuki react to his request. Noting that Yuzuki seems both very interested and... slightly unsure? He's not getting many mixed feelings, just a flicker of something. A something that grows smaller the closer they draw to one another. And then--
Macaque's smile widens, knowing now that they were thinking the same thing. Wanting each other in more ways than mingling magics. But that too... Macaque's shadow moves closer to Yuzuki's, holding up a hand for it to take much the same as Macaque offered his.
His hand is kissed and warmth blooms all over Macaque's body, making his next inhale just barely sharper. Chemistry like this is nothing new in his life, but this is different. Substantial in a way that he can't quite put words to. A storybook perfect love, or at least infatuation, at first sight piece of absolute nonsense that he'd laugh at if it wasn't happening to him right now.
He can only nod shallowly when Yuzuki says that he wants to see where this takes them, he would have expressed a more obvious agreement but then Yuzuki's mouth is on his and he can think of better ways to show it.
Macaque is a great kisser, because if he's going to do something he's not going to half-ass it. But even if he didn't have lofty standards for a kiss, he would know that Yuzuki deserves a great one. His fingers brush over Yuzuki's shoulder to the nape of his neck, claws parting the fur gently as he returns the kiss, slow and sensual. Parting his lips to get a better taste of this fascinating monkey. His eyes fall shut so that his entire being is focused on this moment, this kiss, showing his abundant interest in how very well they connect. This spark that he feels flare into a wildfire and which sends an ironic shiver down his back.
His other hand drifts without him knowing it, to the small of Yuzuki's back. Beckoning the other monkey forward as much as he cares to come. All the while the kiss deepens with slow decadence that is less deliberate than it would normally be. Macaque isn't playing at anything, he's only reacting to the spell that's been cast on him. On them. A spell that he hopes never to break.
no subject
[ Yuzuki sinks slowly, indulgently, into the moment. Into the rising warmth and simmering heat of the kiss, and the lean, elegant lines of Macaque's body; he sways in close, an easy answer to Macaque's invitation, and his hum of appreciation is very nearly a purr. ]
[ His shadow, too, closes the distance, taking its counterpart's hand with a smile and a slow swish of its tail … and an unmistakable invitation to dance. ]
no subject
Humming in approval when Yuzuki veers closer and sends his mind in a few very fun directions, Macaque keeps gently moving his claws through the fur at the nape of Yuzuki's neck. His other hand drifts a little, wanting to head for the base of Yuzuki's tail to see what lovely responses that might dredge up, but no. Not yet. Only the thought of dressing Yuzuki up all sharp and pretty makes Macaque want to limit this to just a kiss, for now. An entrancing kiss, granted. His tail finds itself wandering, swaying lazily back and forth until the tip finds Yuzuki's tail around his ankle and traces along it for a few inches before reversing and going back the way it came, only to repeat the same again.
Macaque's shadow curls close to Yuzuki's, smiling at their joined hands. It's other hand it moves to the shoulder of its counterpart, hoping that it'll take the invitation to move closer. It's shy in a way its master isn't, having never been beckoned in quite this way.