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Miya looks good with pierced ears.
Shuumei can’t help but admire his boyfriend as Miya studies his own reflection in his bathroom mirror.
He keeps tilting his head this way and that, pushing his hair around, covering and revealing his new shiny black studs like he’s fascinated by them.
Shuumei sure is.
When Miya finally decided he wanted to pierce his ears, Shuumei was ecstatic. As much as he mourned the idea of putting holes in this perfect boy, he loved how excited Miya was at the idea of Shuumei being the one to pierce him, to give him a permanent mark.
Shuumei was a little nervous - the stakes were way higher than when piercing Ogasawara or even himself, and he could not mess this up. But everything went smoothly. So smoothly in fact that after piercing the first ear, Miya requested they do his other ear as well. And now Miyano Yoshikazu is a pierced man, both ears adorned with little black studs.
They really suit him.
“Now we have to clean them,” Shuumei reminds him, coming to stand behind him at the counter.
“Will you show me how?” Miya asks, bouncing a bit with excitement as he turns to face Shuumei.
“Of course,” Shuumei murmurs, brushing a gentle hand over Miya’s cheek.
“Here, hop up on the counter,” he instructs. Miya hums his assent before doing just that, putting him a little below eye level with Shuumei.
Shuumei places gentle hands on his thighs and slowly moves them apart to stand between them. “This okay?” he always has to make sure.
Miya’s cheeks flush as he looks up at Shuumei, but he doesn’t look uncomfortable with the position or the proximity. In fact, his lips tilt up into a smile, eyes softening impossibly more. “Yeah,” he breathes, and Shuumei feels it wash over his skin. A shudder runs through him.
Piercing. We’re cleaning his piercing. Calm down.
Shuumei clears his throat and averts his gaze, feeling heat crawl up the back of his neck. “Alrighty then,” he coos, willing his brain to focus on the task at hand.
He reluctantly steps out of the cage of Miya’s legs and turns to the sink. He quickly washes his hands before grabbing a tub of cotton swabs. When returns to his spot between Miya’s legs, he pauses to get a good look at his boyfriend.
The studs really do suit him. They’re partly hidden by his curls but they glint ever so slightly in the light when he moves his head. They add the slightest bit of edge to Miya’s soft features, and Shuumei is already living for it.
“Okay, so,” Shuumei starts, voice soft but easily heard with their proximity. “First you’re going to want to make sure your hands are clean. No infections allowed, mister.”
Miya huffs a soft laugh. “Noted.”
“Alright,” Shuumei murmurs, grabbing his bag of aftercare supplies. He pulls out the bottle of saline and pops the lid open.
With easy motions, he grabs a cotton swab and dips it into the solution. “Just a little bit will do,” he narrates as he shakes the excess off of the swab.
He sets the bottle down on the counter next to Miya and then gently grips his boyfriend’s jaw. “You wanna make sure your hair is out of the way,” he says. He tilts Miya’s head to the side and pushes his hair behind his ear, revealing his fresh new piercing. “Aaaaand dab, dab, dab.”
Miya snickers at the silly voice Shuumei puts on as he gently dabs at the piercing.
“Don’t forget the back,” Shuumei instructs, sweeping the cotton swab around to clean the other side of his piercing.
He never knew cleaning a piercing could be so intimate, but standing so close to Miya, feeling his warm breath across his cheek is sending pleasant little shivers down his spine.
“Aaaand for extra fast healing,” Shuumei smirks, leaning forward and brushing a feather-light kiss to the reddened skin around the stud. He kisses up the shell of Miya’s ear, adding more pressure as he moves away from the piercing, and then back down.
Miya shivers ever so slightly at the sensation. His cheeks are flushed, eyes shut, and his breath is coming a little faster than before. “I-is that right?” he teases right back, albeit a little breathlessly.
He must be overwhelmed by the proximity, the kisses, and the gentle maneuvering. Shuumei is so endeared to him. He can’t help but pause in his ministrations, pull away to press a kiss to Miya’s slightly parted lips.
Miya’s eyes flutter open and find Shuumei’s. He quirks an eyebrow at his boyfriend. “What was that one for?”
“That one was just ‘cause I love ya,” Shuumei smiles cheekily.
Miya groans and leans forward to bury his head into Shuumei’s chest. “Shuumei,” he complains, but there’s no heat to it. Shuumei just laughs in response.
Miya pats gently on Shuumei’s chest, pushing him back the tiniest bit. “Let me clean the other one,” Miya insists, and Shuumei nods. He hands Miya the tub of cotton swabs and the cleaner.
Miya’s concentrated expression is so cute as he gently repeats Shuumei’s motions on his other ear. “Is that all?” he asks after swiping the back a few times. “I uh, obviously can’t do the ‘extra healing’ on myself.”
Shuumei heaves a dramatic sigh, like he’s about to perform a monumental task. “Guess I’ll have to do it for you, then,” he smarms. “Can’t have you healing unevenly.”
“Guess so,” Miya agrees, tilting his head to give Shuumei more room.
Shuumei steps back into place and replicates the kisses he placed on the other side, relishing in the shivers that run up Miya’s spine.
Once he’s done outlining Miya’s ear (paying special attention to his piercing), Shuumei traces a path with his kisses across Miya’s jaw and cheek until he reaches his mouth. Miya sighs into it, weaving his arms around Shuumei’s neck and kissing back without hesitation.
Shuumei grabs his hips and pulls him forward on the counter, pressing them closer together as he deepens the kiss. Miya gets the hint and hikes one leg up over Shuumei’s hip.
Before they can get carried away, they’re broken apart by a thunk and a splash - the sound of the saline bottle toppling off the counter.
Shuumei reacts without thinking, dropping Miya’s thigh and reaching for the bottle as it races towards the ground. The action breaks the kiss, which is lame, but Shuumei manages to get a grip on the bottle to stop it from shattering against the ground.
“Wow, great catch,” Miya praises, still breathless and flushed. He runs a hand through his mused hair and the light from the vanity glints off of one of his black studs, painting a glorious picture.
Yeah, Shuumei can get used to Miya with piercings.