Thirteen years ago... (Mushverse, open to Go-Busters)

[loveenetronkurorin]

It's nearly eleven. I need to go to bed, but there's just one more report to finish.

I sigh, pat my pocket to check they're there, and start making my weary way towards the fire escape to the roof. I'll take a break first. There's only a skeleton crew around and a few other fools like me, working late when they need to start early in the morning, but I can't exactly light up in here.

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[goldenikemen]

I laugh softly when he draws me close and captures my mouth with his. I don't mind when he gets vaguely needy, it makes me feel good about myself. Not that I need help in that department, but still.

It's nice.

I kiss him, keeping one hand on his hip, the other moving up and into his hair, fingers threading, tugging gently, and generally messing up the order he likes to keep himself in.

[loveenetronkurorin]

His hand goes to my hair, and as usual with him, it's seven parts trolling to one part -- maybe two parts -- affection.

I break off, breathing hard, and give him a fondly annoyed look. "Do you have to do that?"

[goldenikemen]

I love that look, it's one of my favorites from him. Means I'm getting under his shell, and while I'm irritating him, there's that affection in there that he just can't seem to help.

I tilt my head, and smile lazily, giving his hair a few more messing passes with my hand. "Do what?"

[loveenetronkurorin]

The most annoying thing is that if I tried to do the same to his, he'd probably just laugh.

I catch his wrist. "That."

[goldenikemen]

"Oh?" I put a look of mock surprise on my face, and flex my hand so that my wrist moves in his grip.

I shift a little, still leaning into him, still so very close to his warmth. But we are still technically on the clock, and I know I still have a lot of work to do.

He must too.

"You probably need to get back, yeah?"

[loveenetronkurorin]

I shake my head, but release my -- not very tight -- grip on him. "We do," I agree reluctantly. I'm still blissed out. Still desperate for both another cigarette and to just sit or lie without saying anything for a while.

But if I ever want to get to bed tonight...

"I'll ambush you later."

[goldenikemen]

I smile at him, a playful little smirk, as I slide away from him, shaking my head to make my hair fall more neatly.

"You'd better." I give him a little wink before turning and heading for the door.

I flash him a lazy V with my fingers over my shoulder, putting a little extra swing in my hips.

[loveenetronkurorin]

...such a showoff.

~~~~Timeskip~~~~

The kids are gone, at least as far as I know, and I need to sleep. So does he.

He's packing up for what's left of the night. I know the signs. So I just wait, sipping my coffee, looking completely innocent, as I read the newspaper at the desk a few away from his.

[goldenikemen]

Finally ready to close up, send off my reports, and lock my more sensitive designs in my cabinet.

I'm tired, but not quite exhausted. I could probably use a cup of coffee before I turn in.

If I'm going to turn in.

I could still sleep under my desk, I mean, my brain is still alert, maybe I should work a little more and just take a nap before my next shift.

My hand moves to unlock my file cabinet again.

[loveenetronkurorin]

I know the telltale signs. The little things he does when he's packing up, usually in the same order, for all that he teases me about being anal.

There we go.

There we-

No.

I find myself next to his desk, a hand on the handle of his filing cabinet, without recalling passing through the intervening space. "Don't," I grouse at him.

[goldenikemen]

Well, he sure crossed the room fast.

Now the only question is, is what I'm working on worth putting up a fight, or would I much rather he make good on his promise from earlier?

I move my hand away from the cabinet, and pocket the key. "I will remind you of this next time you're caught up in your work, you know."

[loveenetronkurorin]

"Somehow, I have no doubt of that," I say gruffly, covering his pocket for a moment. "Keep that damn key in there, all right? And walk this way."

My room isn't far.

The supply closet is closer, though.

[goldenikemen]

He rests his hand against my pocket, and I shift slightly. Sometimes the most subtle contact can convey volumes. And I've known Kurorin long enough to have learned most of his often far too subtle cues.

I fall into step with him, my hands moving to tuck my fingertips in my back pockets.

I'm not sure what he has in mind, but I'm looking forward to finding out.

[loveenetronkurorin]

I'm relaxed enough to sleep, thanks to him. But he's not.

And I enjoy this, anyway. Being able to touch him, please him, get him to drop those damn barriers for a while, make him just fall apart into me.

I fold an arm around his lower back and deftly steer him into the supply closet.

[goldenikemen]

His arm at my back sends a thrill up my spine, makes pleasant goosebumps shiver across the back of my neck.

We change directions, and he moves me smoothly into a supply closet. This is new, and I smile lopsidedly.

"Planning to have your way with me, Kurorin?" I tease, but there's a low note to my voice, a suggestive undertone that says I wouldn't exactly mind.

[loveenetronkurorin]

"It's a terrible job, but it has to be done," I say dryly. I reach back without looking and deftly kick the door, with barely enough force for it to latch and stay closed.

The only light comes from the ventilation panel high on the door, and from the emergency exit lighting running along the floor.

More than enough for me to advance on him, rumbling low in my throat, and shove him up against the wall.

[goldenikemen]

I love that rumble of his, it does pleasant things to me. Makes me shiver in all the good ways. All the ways that get me excited, make my knees weak and almost a little trembley.

He shoves me back against the wall, and I make a show of looking nervous and startled, my hands coming up to rest against his chest.

I gaze up at him through my bangs. Need and want shining in my eyes.

[loveenetronkurorin]

He is ridiculously playful, even when he's at the edge of exhaustion. I've seen him mess around like this even when I know he's so tired he's basically a heartbeat from cramming a stapler up someone's nose.

He's not that bad this time.

The corner of my mouth quirks up. I near growl at him, "You are impossible."

I lean in to kiss him hard, hungrily, my foot in between his.

[goldenikemen]

I'm about to say something, some witty retort, but then his mouth crashes against mine, forceful and with a defined purpose. And any words I would have die before they can ever reach my throat.

My hands clutch at his shirt. Gripping as tightly as I can in my current state.

His leg slides between mine, just suggesting as something more, and I groan into his mouth. Hungry for him.

[loveenetronkurorin]

His hands fist in my shirt, and I respond with a low growl, nipping at the centre of his lower lip.

I can feel him against my thigh. Good. I drop my hands to his ass, and pull him hard against me.

[goldenikemen]

He draws me closer to him and I grip harder at his shirt. Out hips press, and it should be quite obvious to him now how quickly I'm responding to him. How quickly he can get me hard.

My jeans are already feeling too tight, and I shift against him, almost grinding with him as I try to squirm enough that I'm a bit more comfortable in my clothes.

"Kurorin," I breathe against his mouth, panting softly.

[loveenetronkurorin]

...all right. So there's my goal for the next few minutes.

To get him to use my damn name.

"Mm."

I lick into his mouth, capturing his taste, his feel, as if I could ever forget. Even if we were separated for years, I'd never forget. Honey and smoke and something that's indubitably, unmistakably Jin.

I drop to my knees.

[goldenikemen]

I groan at the kiss, against his tongue as he forcefully explores. I love when he gets like this, practically demanding I shut up and behave. Sometimes I indulge him, sometimes I misbehave even harder.

I'll go with the former for now; it seems like the more promising option.

Especially when he drops down to his knees, much as I did earlier on the roof.

"Kurorin..." I reach for his hair, partly so I can mess it up, fuss with his carefully contained curls, and partly just to grip at him.

I gaze down at him, a light smirk on my lips.

[loveenetronkurorin]

Two layers to just about everything he does. Messing with my hair because he feels like it... and also because he needs to. Giving way to me because he hasn't for a little while... and because he wants to.

He's always got work running through his head, too. Most times I'd be surprised if he only had two layers.

To be fair, I tend to be thinking about more than one thing at a time, too. But that's partly why this bratty little asshole is good for me. I want to get him to the point of pure need. Focused. Not hiding behind messing with me, just gasping, panting, breathless with need as I carefully pull him apart.

He can't relax, can't pull himself back together, unless I take him apart first.

I raise my eyebrows as I look up at him, part affirmation, part respect, part challenge.

I unzip his pants.

[goldenikemen]

Those eyes of his gazing up at me, making me even more weak in the knees than I already am. I grip a little more tightly at his hair, fingers at his scalp.

I lightly bite my bottom lip when he unzips my pants, shifting slightly so I can lean back a bit more comfortably.

This is a very promising situation, and I want to enjoy every moment of it.