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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      アイ_チュウ_|_Ai_Chuu_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Kururugi_Mutsuki/Li_Chaoyang
  Character:
      Kururugi_Mutsuki, Li_Chaoyang_(Aichuu)
  Additional Tags:
      NSFW, Blow_Jobs, Oral_Sex, Eye_Contact, Fluff, Established_Relationship,
      Face-Fucking
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-21 Words: 4422
****** Crept Up In You ******
by Hitsugi_Zirkus
Summary
     Chaoyang would love to be able to look Mutsuki in the eye during
     their most intimate moments; all he needs is a little push.
Notes
     So I've only recently gotten into aichuu THANKS TO A CERTAIN KOHAI,
     and even more recently got infected with aggressively shipping
     Mutsuki and Chaoyang and... It was just all downhill from there.
     Basically this scenario was running through my head all during my
     linguistics final and I knew if I didn't hurry up and write it, it'd
     just plague me for the rest of my life.
     Mutsuki is so subdued and Chaoyang is just so skittish, I have no
     idea why the first thing I decided to do was write them in a smutty
     situation, but here we are. If you read this, I hope you enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
When it came to other people, Chaoyang became a very meticulous person. He was
more conscious of his and others’ actions than usual. There were times, of
course, when social interaction was inevitable and there was no room for
running away, so Chaoyang had to do his best to walk carefully around the
eggshells he felt like he would be surrounded by. He tried to tell himself that
being around other people more would be good for him in the long run anyway and
work him toward being less shy.
These days, opportunities to prove himself came along pretty often since he
came to the idol academy. Interesting people far more outgoing than he bumped
into him frequently and put him on the spot. He usually had no choice but to
try and hold conversation normally, albeit hiding his face more and more into
his scarf and darting his gaze anywhere but the other person’s eyes.
Such nervous habits had become especially relevant once he started
seeing someone, had become the boyfriend of someone, of Mutsuki Kururugi.
Interestingly enough though - and to Chaoyang’s relief - despite being the twin
of Satsuki Kururugi, Mutsuki was practically the opposite in disposition. He
was carefree just like his brother yes, but his aura was overall much more
subdued, his daily ongoings quiet. In other words, he was approachable for
Chaoyang. His simplicity and predictability, while still being completely
sociable and open-minded, were big plus factors for Chaoyang when it came to
forging a friendship (and eventual romantic relationship) with Mutsuki.
That was why Chaoyang was presently trying not to freak out.
“Hey... I’m getting sleepy. We should stop here for the night.”
Two sentences. Two simple short sentences were effectively making Chaoyang’s
composure crack way too fast.
It was just that he had been so careful.
After being in a relationship with Mutsuki for the past few months, Chaoyang
had picked up the rhythm of Mutsuki’s lifestyle - namely, his sleeping
schedule, which was vastly different from his with Mutsuki getting twice as
much sleep (and then some) than he did. To be clear though, Chaoyang never
minded Mutsuki’s weary state in the slightest. He was, in fact, always prepared
for it - having Mutsuki’s favorite tea and soaps on hand in case he slept over,
and keeping his fluffiest blankets clean and ready. Mutsuki’s sleeping face was
so sweet and peaceful, his enjoyment for resting clear on his relieved
expression as he’d been fighting sleep all day.
So it wasn’t Mutsuki’s sleeping habits themselves that were the problem here.
They were safe, sweet, and predictable.
But Mutsuki saying he was sleepy now, with Chaoyang under him and both of their
faces lightly flushed and their lips wet from saliva. So suffice to say the
statement was unexpected. It was still only barely nearing eight, a full hour
or so before Mutsuki began his sleeping ritual. They were supposed to
have...time for being together. And while Chaoyang thought it way too
embarrassing to admit, he knew deep down that he’d been hoping that tonight
would be one of his and Mutsuki’s more intimate nights. That was why, for once,
Chaoyang had been the one to initiate the cuddling and then the kiss that
Mutsuki had successfully been swept up by, pressing Chaoyang down onto the
mattress with one hand rubbing his hip and the other slowly undoing his braid.
Chaoyang got caught in the moment. He thought they had time to. But now,
Mutsuki was claiming he was sleepy and that they should stop, and well, there
was really no way he could argue that. It was out of the question. Aroused or
not, Chaoyang had to put a lid on his panic from this sudden change of plans
and nod, quickly darting his eyes away from Mutsuki, who was pointedly not
looking at Chaoyang’s eyes and instead the pillow next to him.
“Oh, ah… Okay. L-let me get out everything then. Um, did you want tea or a bath
tonight?"
“Too sleepy for a bath. Maybe tea though?”
“I’ll start it.” Chaoyang rose up, pulling down his shirt that had rode up from
Mutsuki’s ministrations. He quickly started on making his braid neat again as
well - the last thing he needed was his fellow band members teasing him on his
mussed appearance. It was embarrassing enough what thoughts must be running
through their heads when they knew his boyfriend was spending the night, so
confirming them was out of the question.
Calm down, calm down. I should really make myself some tea too to compose
myself.
“Chaoyang, you forgot to straighten out something.”
“H-huh? What?” He turned to Mutsuki, frantically patting over his hair and
clothes.
A soft laugh escaped Mutsuki’s lips. “Maybe ‘straighten out’ is the wrong word.
‘Un-straighten’ might be better.”
Still at a loss, Chaoyang chanced to look at Mutsuki just to see where his gaze
was pointing at.
Oh.
Letting out a mortified squeak, Chaoyang put his hands in front of the rather
noticable bulge in his pants. “I’m sorry! I-I-I’ll take care of it in the
bathroom!” Oh no oh no, embarrassing, so so soooo embarrassing! His face felt
hot enough to make tears start welling in his eyes.
“Ah,” Mutsuki, sensing his panic, let out a light, reassuring breath, “you
don’t have to.” He swung his legs over the bed, beckoning Chaoyang over to him.
Huh? Why did Mutsuki want him to go back? Could it be that he was suggesting
he’d… No, no way! Mutsuki just claimed that they should stop, so…
Timidly, Chaoyang shuffled over, practically hopping to cover his erection. He
knew he looked like a ridiculous little kid, but he was in plain sight for
Mutsuki to stare at - how could he not cover himself?
“Wh-what is it?”
Apparently not satisfied with the distance that still remained between them,
Mutsuki gently took Chaoyang by the arms and tugged him closer by his sleeves.
The usual soft smile Mutsuki had was suddenly laced with mischief befitting of
a Kururugi.
“You know, Chaoyang,” Mutsuki said, sliding his hands down his arms, closer to
his hands covering himself, “if you had gotten worked up, you should’ve let me
know.”
“Um, oh, th-there wasn’t a need. I could take of it and besides, you said you
were sleepy and wanted to stop, so…” Chaoyang looked at the rumpled sheets, the
pretty blue of Mutsuki’s top, his walls, anywhere but Mutsuki who he knew was
roaming his gaze over him. Mutsuki usually kept a careful balance between not
staring too much at Chaoyang while also trying to get him used to eye-contact
and people looking at him. But now Chaoyang was feeling hot and trapped under
those scrutinizing eyes, and he had no idea if it was because he wanted Mutsuki
to look at him or not.
Mutsuki hummed. “It was a long day, as I practiced a new song with Satsuki, so
I was already more tired than usual when I came over. But,” slender fingertips
traced over Chaoyang’s, teasing what strained underneath those hands, “I
probably wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I let you take care of this when I’m
right here.”
“M-Mutsu-- Hiih!” Chaoyang jolted, his hands jerking away from his crotch when
Mutsuki’s hand suddenly moved in to rub at his clothed erection.
“Hmm, what to do~?” Mutsuki mused, and Chaoyang caught the amausement brimming
in his voice as he himself tried to stifle his gasps when Mutsuki attempted to
wrap his fingers around the bulge. It took some manuvering and no small amount
of friction, thanks to the neat fit of his pants, so Mutsuki tugged the
waistband down, and not only of his pants but his underwear as well.
A shiver crawled down Chaoyang’s body, both from the feeling of his cock no
longer being pressed down and from knowing that there was nothing he could do
to hide from Mutsuki’s stare now - not unless he wanted to sprint away with his
bottoms tugged down.
Chaoyang fidgeted, wondering what Mutsuki would do next. Mutsuki could be a
tease, but he certainly hoped his boyfriend wasn’t cruel enough to stop now.
Thankfully, he was saved the trouble of prompting for Mutsuki’s next action
when a warm hand wrapped around his base, an experimental stroke running from
there to his tip, making his body shake. His hands, no longer shielding his
crotch, took instead to trying to cover his mouth, and the hitched string of
gasps and moans trying to escape from there.
“My, my,” Mutsuki said, his tone playful, “I didn’t think you would’ve gotten
in this state just from making out. Or is it because I’m starting to tease
you?”
Chaoyang didn’t grace that question with any coherent answer. Although the fact
that Mutsuki’s touches now had made him more excited couldn’t be denied, the
proof being rubbed and stroked lovingly by Mutsuki’s hand.
“Hhh… H-haa…” Chaoyang squirmed, tiny squeaks of undeniable pleasure leaving
him when Mutsuki squeezed lightly, the pressure so tantalizing around his
sensitive head.
Continuing his slow pumps around Chaoyang’s cock, Mutsuki started to unbutton
his shirt from the top, nudging the fabric aside to press a delicate kiss at
the middle of his chest. He glanced up from under his wavy bangs, barely able
to hide his smile when he murmured against Chaoyang’s skin, “Hey, so what is it
you want? Would you like me to keep touching you?”
“E-eh?” Although Mutsuki was trying to look into his eyes, Chaoyang quickly
glanced where his hand was moving between his legs - though that didn’t exactly
help his concentration any.
What was he supposed to do? Reponding honestly was of course the right thing to
do, but it was obvious that “the right thing” wasn’t where Mutsuki’s intentions
laid. He was trying make Chaoyang expose his wants, which of course made him
panic, but Mutsuki’s hand was also around his dick and his knees were getting
wobbly.
“U-um-- Ahh, th-that’s--... H-haa, Muts-tsuki-san…” He tried to press his
thighs together to keep himself contained as he fought instinct to ask for more
- and not just with his voice. His hips too were starting to ache with desire
to move into Mutsuki’s soft, warm hand; his whole body threatened to melt into
a puddle at Mutsuki’s feet.
Giggling, Mutsuki kissed his chest again, where his blush was starting to
spread. The sensation of his lips sent another line of shivers over Chaoyang’s
body. “Alright, alright,” he said. “I understand. Although I won’t be able to
do much since I really am sleepy. Maybe we can compromise?”
Mutsuki pulled away right as he finished speaking, leaving Chaoyang flustered
and confused. His throat barely closed around the protesting whine that
threatened escape when his boyfriend’s hand and warmth left his aroused body.
Helpless to even move though, he watched as Mutsuki stacked two pillows and
then laid his head down on top of them. For a moment, Chaoyang believed that
Mutsuki really was planning to go to bed after all, but when those light-teal
eyes fell on him again, they were still overflowing with lustful interest.
Nothing was ending quite yet.
Noticing Mutsuki’s desire finally started to calm Chaoyang a bit. It would be
fine as long as everything wasn’t focused on him, so if Mutsuki wanted to be
intimate too, then his fears were unfounded. Replacing Chaoyang’s nerves now
were the usual jitters he got from the sensual atmosphere, but it was a sweet
mix of elation and anticipation.
“Chaoyang,” his name, slightly accented on Mutsuki’s Japanese tongue, was
spoken delicately, “come over here.”
After a moment of hesitation, he shed his bottoms and unbuttoned top to pool on
the floor before obediantly crawling onto the bed, although he was unsure of
how exactly Mutsuki wanted him. Usually their positions were doggy style or
missonary, positions in which Chaoyang could hide his face in pillows and his
arms. Mutsuki being the one on his back was unusual, but maybe Chaoyang was
going to top tonight…?
On that note as well, when was Mutsuki planning to strip too? Being the only
one exposed was - you guessed it - embarrassing.
Mutsuki beckoned him once more. “Over here, on me. I want you to straddle me.”
“St-straddle?”
“Is that too much?”
“N-no!” There was nothing to be nervous about if it was Mutsuki. If Chaoyang
wanted to try new things with anyone and be more confident with anyone, he
wanted it to be with Mutsuki. So, steeling himself, he carefully slung one leg
over Mutsuki’s hips. As he tried getting into a position that wasn’t awkward,
Mutsuki’s hand came up to his braid to start undoing it again.
“What are you doing?”
With a goodnatured smile, Mutsuki said, “I like your hair down when we do this.
It falls over your bare shoulders nicely.” His fingertips traced down the
slightly wavy pink strands, now free from their plait.
“You look pretty.”
Flustered from the compliments and hand combing through his hair, Chaoyang
murmured, “When are you taking your clothes off too?”
“Me? I’m not. It’s part of the compromise.” Mutsuki’s hands fell further down,
resting on Chaoyang’s hips. His palms rubbed along the bare skin, his
expression patient as he waited for Chaoyang to process his words.
“You never actually said what the compromise was.” He brought his hands up
again in a self-conscious gesture, but was too late to stifle a yelp when
Mutsuki’s hand prompted him further up. Helpless, he followed along, his hips
nearing closer and closer to Mutsuki’s face. By the time he stopped, the tip of
his cock was near enough to Mutsuki’s lips that his breath tickled it hotly.
“Mutsuki-san…!”
“There. That’s better, right? You just stay like this,” Mutsuki rested his head
against the pillows comfortably, “and put your dick inside my mouth. You’d be
doing all the work, but you also get a blowjob out of it. Does that sound
okay~?”
“W-wait you mean I just…? Move myself in y-your mouth?”
Mutsuki nodded, and flickered his tongue out. Chaoyang’s cock was close enough
that Mutsuki could easily lick at the tip that was slowly beading out pre-cum
to get his lips sticky. Chaoyang was...close enough that all he had to do was
thrust his hips forward and he’d be shoved between those soft, pink lips. The
thought was more than tempting, especially when Chaoyang had past experiences
to fuel the heat between his legs, but still…
“Here, I’ll get you started.” Mutsuki grabbed his hips and rocked him forward,
effectively sliding Chaoyang’s cock into his waiting mouth.
It was only partway, just to “get him started”, but Chaoyang was already
quivering, his cock twitching at the slick and hot confines of Mutsuki’s mouth.
His hands barely covered his appreciative moan, his cheeks flaming from even
the muffled sound of it ringing in the otherwise quiet room.
An encouraging sound from Mutsuki hummed around his cock, his tongue pushing at
the underside of it. He tried to string along Chaoyang to move from his
ministrations, insistently lapping at the leaking tip and rocking Chaoyang’s
hips closer to shove his cock further down his mouth.
Chaoyang was - sensitive, at the best of times, with just mere taps on his
shoulder leaving lasting impressions on his skin. And now, every little touch
of Mutsuki’s hands and mouth sent more spikes of pleasure shuddering through
him, making him lose his ability to think coherently. Heated breaths left him
as he struggled to adjust to the feeling of Mutsuki’s quivering throat around
him.
“A-Ahh, w-wait, Mutsuki-sa-AH!” Chaoyang jolted when Mutsuki pushed his hips
back so that he could give a small, languid suck around his head.  “M-M-
Mutsuki-san, wait, not so d-deep, your voice will be ruined…!”
“Tea is still happening. If I drink that and have some throat spray in the
morning, it’ll be fine, right?” Mutsuki smiled up at him, kissing the wet slit
of his cock, smearing the pre-cum on his lips to lick off.
Chaoyang couldn’t come up with a counterargument for that. More than that, once
Mutsuki finally did have the energy to stick to a plan, it was hard to wiggle
him out of it.
“Come on. Show me yourself now that you want it.” Mutsuki patted his hip,
relaxing back into the pillows as he parted his lips for invitation.
Oh, Mutsuki really wasn’t going to let him back down out of this. Chaoyang felt
completely on the spot, and knew that if he wanted this “problem” taken care
of, the only solution was to use his boyfriend’s offered mouth. Usually Mutsuki
took lead, but clearly the reins were being handed over, and self-consciousness
quickly caught up to Chaoyang as he looked at those few centimeters between his
cock and Mutsuki’s lips.
“T...Tell me if I…”
“Hehe, it’ll be okay. I’ll let you know if it’s uncomfortable. Now come on, my
mouth is starting to get dry.” Mutsuki raised a brow. “Fill it with something
wet?”
Dirty talk like that should’ve made him bury his face in his hands, but despite
his stinging blush, Chaoyang let out a nervous laugh. Mutsuki could make him
feel comfortable at the strangest times.
Focusing his gaze on the slight wetness of Mutsuki’s lips, Chaoyang bucked his
hips forward, his cock bumping the corner of Mutsuki’s mouth. He flinched.
First time taking the reins and he was already failing. But Mutsuki turned his
head slightly, lolling the tip over with his tongue. From there, all it took
was another small nudge forward from his hips to plunge himself inside.
It felt good. Really, really good. Mutsuki was so wet inside, and his tongue
was so slick, his lips so, so soft… They closed around him perfectly when he
had gotten a few inches inside, and stunted moans left him as they dragged over
his swollen cock. And the way it looked was…
Chaoyang glanced up, and Mutsuki was looking back.
“D-don’t…” He turned his head away a little to break the eye contact, fingers
covering his mouth again, his arms closed in on himself. His hips were feeling
funny again, buzzing with heat and prompting him for something more, for
movement of some sort but…
M-Mutsuki-san is always the one to... Many times Chaoyang had been backed to a
wall or fallen back on the bed as Mutsuki moved his mouth over his cock,
sucking him in and digging his tongue into the leaking slit. Chaoyang was
always far too pleased to let Mutsuki be the one to control the movements but
now it was reversed.
Just...move in his mouth. That was what Mutsuki had told him. So he should
just…
“A-Ahh…” Giving in to the burning in his hips, Chaoyang shakily withdrew a bit,
but even that slow drag felt wonderful. Saliva and heat stuck to his cock,
making him shiver. Mutsuki wasn’t protesting, his hands merely resting on
Choayang’s thighs, his thumbs kneading lazily circles into them.
His cock twitched right inside at the meeting waves of pleasure, and he gave a
protesting whimper at Mutsuki’s amused laugh in his throat. He couldn’t be
deterred now, so in keeping with the momentum, he slid slowly right back in to
Mutsuki’s mouth, stuffing it full again.
The sound Mutsuki made now wasn’t amusement. It was lower, more needy as his
fingers twitched into a grip on Chaoyang’s thighs. The sound was so sweet to
Chaoyang’s ears, encouraging him to pull back and push in once more, and again,
and again. The enjoyment of both parties was clear as their moans puffed out
hotly, muffled by hands and a cock.
As Chaoyang built up a comfortable rhythm to fuck Mutsuki’s mouth, he noticed
that one of the hands on his leg left, moving somewhere behind him. Mutsuki
grunted softly around him, and Chaoyang glanced behind to see his boyfriend’s
hips bucked up to allow him access to his waistband to shove down just enough
for his own cock to spring out and rest on his naval. It was hard, a lovely
dark pink covering it that made Chaoyang lick his lips.
When Mutsuki started to stroke himself, Chaoyang tried to regulate his
breathing enough to speak, but even then it was dripping heavily with pleasure.
“D-do you want me to take care of it?”
Mutsuki made a sound of disagreement in his throat, his other hand coming up to
make sure Chaoyang kept up his thrusting. If anything, Mutsuki seemed to be
encouraging a faster pace. Was that really okay though? Chaoyang chanced a look
back to his face. Mutsuki’s lips were so slick with saliva and pre-cum, and
were beginning to turn red as they were stretched around his cock. And his eyes
were…
Chaoyang’s breath caught, and he could swear his orgasm crept about twenty
steps closer at the look on Mutsuki’s face. A blush hot on his cheeks, his
gorgeous eyes glazed with lust… It was a look Chaoyang rarely took treat in
because of his fear of eye-contact, of being self-conscious of what he himself
must look like when he was being made a mess of.
But Mutsuki was… He was really beautiful - and erotic. Seeing such a sight… How
was Chaoyang supposed to not want more indulgence in it?
Tortured moans leaving him, he started thrusting deeper, his head hitting the
back of Mutsuki’s throat. In this faster pace, small wet sounds started to join
the chorus of their heavy breaths and pleasured noises. It was a bit
embarrassing, the sight of his cock slipping in and out between his boyfriend’s
lips, but it was also incredibly arousing, and Chaoyang couldn’t look away. He
held Mutsuki’s gaze, his hands curling tighter and tighter, wanting something
to hold onto especially with this new pace.
“Nngh… H-haa…!” Finally unable to take it, Chaoyang broke his hands away from
his face and instead buried one hand into Mutsuki’s messy hair, holding him
even more in place as the other clung to his headboard for purchase.
Mutsuki looked slightly surprised, but still he remained in place, letting
Chaoyang control what happened to him completely, trusting him to finally act
on his desires because Mutsuki was letting him know that it was okay.
Chaoyang’s cock shoving down his throat and back up to kiss his lips before
going back in again - they were such indulgent movements, the method and rhythm
leaving them as Chaoyang squirmed more in want.
“Ah-ah-ah~ H-haa, uhn-- M-Mutsuki-san, Mutsuki-san, Mutsuki-sa-ahhh-n~!” The
breathless babble spilled out lowly and desperately from Chaoyang’s lips, and
even if he tried to cover himself with his hands now, there was no saving that
he was already losing himself to the incredible sensations. His mind was a
muddled mess, tears springing in his eyes as his orgasm raked through his body,
fingers tightening in Mutsuki’s hair. Belatedly, he realized he probably
should’ve warned Mutsuki, should’ve pulled out…
When he did pull back though, cum was already pooled on Mutsuki’s tongue and
dribbling down his chin, making a bridge from there to the tip of Chaoyang’s
cock. His arm was still moving though, his hand pumping his own cock harder and
faster, and now he was free to let out his grunts and sighs until finally his
own back arched with his climax.
Teeth teasing his bottom lip, Mutsuki rode out his orgasm with quiet mewls.
Chaoyang found his hand in his hair drifting down, caressing his flushed cheek.
Mutsuki’s debauched expression gave way to come of his usual playfulness as he
let out an amused breath. “You really let go there. It felt really good~”
Chaoyang didn’t try to deny it, or correct that one of the reasons he liked
having sex with Mutsuki was precisely for that point of orgasm where he could
forget everything for a few seconds. Bringing his hands back to his face, he
glanced away. “S-sorry, I didn’t warn you that I was close…”
“It’s okay.” Mutsuki licked along his swollen lips to gather up those stray
drops of cum. “I don’t mind swallowing.”
Not having much fondness for the taste of cum himself, Chaoyang quickly got up
and retrieved his tissues. “Don’t do that! I have these. Ah…” He looked at the
mess Mutsuki had made on his shirt and pulled out a few more tissues to give
him. “H-here. I, ah, I have a loose nightshirt you can wear and I can, um, w-
wash that.”
“Hohh? Thank you.” Mutsuki cleaned himself off as Chaoyang got the shirt and
the both of them changed. It didn’t look like any mess got on the bed, so that
was a relief.
“Your throat,” Chaoyang said when he finished buttoning up his shirt. “I’ll go
make that tea now.” That had been one long tangent, after all…
But Mutsuki pulled him back once again by the sleeve, effectively sweeping him
into a hug. It was warm, and tender. Almost immediately, Chaoyang relaxed into
it.
“We still have time, don’t worry. I want to cuddle with Chaoyang now.”
“If we cuddle, we’ll get sleepy… Especially you.” But he was still burying his
face into Mutsuki’s shoulder.
Mutsuki hummed happily. “Sleep does sound nice…”
“T-tea…!”
“Yes, yes.” Mutsuki slowly released him, but not before nuzzling into his loose
hair and letting out a content sigh. “I hope that this was enjoyable for you.”
“It was,” he murmured, his face heating up again.
“Ehe, you stared at me when you came, you know. It was really lewd.”
“Eep! S-sorry!”
“Now, now, there’s no need to be embarrassed…”
“I’m making the tea!”
“Okay~ Hurry back~”
When Chaoyang finally was let go and exited the room, it took him almost a full
minute of taking deep breaths in the hallway before he calmed down enough to
head into the kitchen. And even then, it wasn’t enough, as Leon loudly asked
why his face was so red - to which Noah mentioned when wasn’t Chaoyang’s face
red - and Leon protested that his hair was also down from its braid - Rabi told
him to stop putting Chaoyang on the spot (which he was grateful for) and Lucas
was...looking at him far too knowingly with narrowed eyes.
Chaoyang made tea in record time and squeaked out goodnights before dashing
back to his room. 
Unsurprisingly, Mutsuki was already asleep. Chaoyang stared at him, then
sighed, putting the tea on his nightstand. True, he might be hopeless, but so
was Mutsuki - completely and utterly hopeless.
But, Chaoyang would be lying if he said he didn't love him for it. 
End Notes
     This wasn't even the first pairing I shipped in this game, so the
     whole existence of this fic is a real enigma. Nevertheless, I hope
     you liked it :D Since I doubt I'll be leaving idol boy hell anytime
     soon, you should probably count on other fics from me soon, most
     likely involving either these two or my other faves, Seiya and Noah
     o)-) I haven't met everyone in the game yet so who knows what other
     nonsense I'll ship [aggressively keeps writing fics for fandoms with
     small ao3 tags]
     Anyway, happy holidays to all, make to make it a "white Christmas"
     huehuehue :3c
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