[ Oh, but there will be so much more. Ainosuke's fit to burst from the secrecy, but he needs to conceal it for now or else risk ruining the surprise. Internally, he's practically giddy with it. Tadashi might be angry when they land, just a little, but Ainosuke can't summon up the whim to care if he is. They're going to relax for a short while, even if that means they never even leave their suite; they've worked hard over the past year, both personally and professionally, and they deserve a bit of respite.
Still, he can't wait to see Tadashi's face when they touch down. Any expression he shows Ainosuke will be well worth the effort, even if he can only manage a deep frown. Better than nothing. Better than numb.
Ainosuke taps his own glass to Tadashi's, a silent toast before he sips from the flute that's offered to him, and then tips his own for Tadashi to do the same. ]
We have almost sixteen hours to waste on this plane, Tadashi.
[ Ainosuke slowly, deliberately, reaches up to pull Tadashi's tie free of its knot. Then his shirt buttons; one, two, three hastily undone, until Ainosuke can hook two fingers beneath Tadashi's collar. ]
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Still, he can't wait to see Tadashi's face when they touch down. Any expression he shows Ainosuke will be well worth the effort, even if he can only manage a deep frown. Better than nothing. Better than numb.
Ainosuke taps his own glass to Tadashi's, a silent toast before he sips from the flute that's offered to him, and then tips his own for Tadashi to do the same. ]
We have almost sixteen hours to waste on this plane, Tadashi.
[ Ainosuke slowly, deliberately, reaches up to pull Tadashi's tie free of its knot. Then his shirt buttons; one, two, three hastily undone, until Ainosuke can hook two fingers beneath Tadashi's collar. ]
What ever shall I do with you?