you’re prettier when you're mine ♥︎

Once it was official that Dionysia was going to be reinstated and that their general students were welcome to return, you scrambled to be one of the first ones back. You also eagerly volunteered to be one of the acts in the first show back.

And, after being away from the silks for too long, the first rehearsal was a cold, hard reminder of just how difficult performing was.

Jo couldn’t help but laugh softly as she collapsed on the bed beside you, lying on her side to get the best view of you. “You were probably working the hardest out of all of us,” she commented, her hand reaching forward and stroking your cheek. “You looked amazing on the silks, though. It was like no time passed at all. I just spent the whole rehearsal trying to lead all of the returners and measure them for costumes. It makes me wish we had a lot more fox robes.”

As you let out another deep sigh, you reached for Jo’s arm and pulled it toward you, cuddling her arm as if it were a pillow. “Hey, Jo,” you began, turning to your side to meet her bright eyes. “Do you think I can stay the night in your room? I just…”

She didn’t leave you struggling for the right words, immediately nodding. “You don’t have to explain yourself, cutie. You’re free to stay the night in my room whenever you like. It’s been a long time though, hasn’t it?”

Too long, you thought, letting out a sigh of relief. Even when you failed to reach for the right words, Jo always knew what you meant. She understood your needs almost better than you understood your own, honestly. “It has been a while,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “The last time I stayed the night in your room was… last year? Now I just want to stay here forever. Forget all about our classes.”

“If only,” Jo responded, her free arm raising until she could card her fingers through your hair in a soothing motion. “Are you about to fall asleep already? At least change into something more comfortable. I think I still have a pair of your pajamas somewhere around here.”

“You have a pair of my pajamas lying around? Why?”

A light laugh filled the air. “Because the last time you spent the night here, you left them on my floor. Remember? You made a whole point of bringing them, only to strip them off for me anyway and leave the next morning in a rush. I don’t even think you wore underwear with your uniform that day-”

“Stop, stop!” You interrupted her, face heating up. The moment she started describing it, you remembered that night well - and you remembered waking up naked in bed the next day, realizing you had class in less than ten minutes. You got yourself dressed so quickly that many details were forgotten along the way. “Any - anyway, I’m really not that tired, just my body is.”

Jo hummed for a moment, considering. “How about I help you wind down?” Jo suggested, standing up and reaching a hand out to you. “My bath is big enough for the two of us, you know. Let me pamper you, cutie.”

After a long day, nothing sounded better than Jo’s pampering. No one knew how to spoil quite like they did - and that close attention was something that you missed the most. “Please,” you reached up, taking their hand in yours.

Effortlessly, Jo pulled you to your feet. “Leave it all to me,” she told you with a smile. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed doing this for you.”

Her hand was warm and soft in yours as she led you to the bathroom, turning on the faucet and running her hand beneath it to test the temperature. “You like it hot, don’t you?”

You nodded before reaching for the hem of your shirt, something that Jo came over and interrupted by grabbing your wrists. “What do you think you’re doing?” Jo asked, a playful look in her eyes. “I told you that I’d be the one to take care of you, didn’t I? That means you have to let me.”

Although it seemed like a joke, Jo’s face was somewhat serious, making you laugh and tilt your head. “Taking off my clothes counts as taking care of me?”

“The way I do it, yes,” Jo reached for the buttons of your uniform, slowly undoing them. “Or has it been so long that you forgot how much I enjoy this part? When I’m the one stripping you, touching you… all of your attention is on me. Do you know how intoxicating it is to have the attention of someone so beautiful?”

“As a matter of fact, I do,” you smiled as you met her eyes. “Or are you clueless about your own beauty? Whether you’re a man or a woman - both versions of you… they’re breathtaking.”

A slight flush rose to Jo’s cheeks as she finally pulled your shirt over your head. “You really know how to flatter me, don’t you?” Jo asked, her fingers now at your skirt, urging it down. “Really, though… you don’t know how much it means to me to know you’re attracted to both sides of me. I used to worry that one side of myself would be more loved than the other, but… it’s not like that with you.”

The look in Jo’s eyes was one you weren’t familiar with when it came to her - not exactly insecurity, but uncertainty. You reached forward, taking a lock of her blonde hair and tucking it behind her ear. “When I told you that I wanted you, I meant all of you. How could I love you any other way?”

There was that word - love. It made Jo’s heart skip a beat, and suddenly, she was that much more eager to get you undressed. It wasn’t long before your uniform was on the bathroom floor, and she reached over to turn off the water. “Go ahead, get in. I’ll join you.”

For a moment, you considered offering to strip her too, but you knew she’d push your hands away and insist on doing it herself. So, instead, you lowered yourself into the warm water of the tub and kept your eyes on Jo as she started to strip.

And if there was one thing you absolutely knew to be true about Jo, it was that they loved to put on a show.

Jo’s cardigan came off first, falling to the floor in a heap as she met your eyes in the tub. “Look away and I’ll stop,” she whispered, her fingers going to the buttons on her uniform, each one coming undone at an agonizingly slow pace.

Something you discovered quickly: apparently, Jo hadn’t been wearing a bra that whole day. If it were winter, you figure that this fact would’ve been discovered quicker - but the sweltering temperature in Dionysia had kept her secret longer. Your eyes were glued to her hands, though, as they slid down her front and to her skirt, pulling it over her thighs just slow enough to make you desperate, this display making you rub your own thighs together. “Are you going to stand there and torture me this whole time or are you going to join me?”

“Are you getting impatient already?” Jo asked, their voice teasing as the last of their clothing was tossed aside. “Scoot forward. I want to be behind you.”

You followed the instruction obediently, Jo slipping behind you. Her legs immediately went around your waist, and she pulled you against her chest, her hands going to your shoulders and starting to rub them. “Now relax,” she told you, her voice soft. “I’ve got you from here.”

A groan left your lips as you relaxed against her hands, melting into Jo’s touch. Her hands were better than magic - skillfully finding every tense muscle and working it. She couldn’t help but let out a laugh at your noises as she worked. “You sound so lovely already. I can’t wait to hear what you sound like once we get back into bed.”

Right as you were about to say that you couldn’t help yourself, her hands pulled away, and an involuntary whine revealed your disappointment. “Wait - don’t stop already.”

She smiled, reaching for a small stand beside her bath and pulling the drawer open. “I’m not stopping yet. I just remembered that I have some massage oils. Do you need my hands on you that much, cutie?”

Your face burned at the tease, but before you could form a proper retort, her hands were back on you and all you could do was sink back against her chest. “I could stay here all night,” you whispered, the massage oil working into your skin and seeming to take away all remaining tension.

“You’ll turn into a raisin,” Jo teased, their voice right beside your ear, breath tickling the shell of your ear. The sensation suddenly made you realize just how close Jo was in every aspect - bare chest against your back, thighs around your waist…

Before you could stop yourself, your unfiltered thoughts came spilling out.

“I want more,” you whispered, your head turning just enough to look back and meet Jo’s eyes. “Please.”

Jo smiled back at you, her eyes glittering. “Didn’t I say I’d take care of you? You don’t have to look so needy. All you have to do is ask. But you have to be patient first, and then you’ll earn more. Does that sound fair to you, beautiful?”

Beautiful. With words as sweet as that, you knew that you’d bend to any of Jo’s whims.

She removed her hands again to reach for a bottle on the side of the bath, squeezing a small amount of shampoo into her hands before working it against your scalp. Her nails against your scalp were rubbing calming circles, and Jo began to hum behind you as she worked. “Are you already feeling better?” Jo asked after a moment, grabbing a cup on the side of the bath and filling it with water, beginning to rinse the shampoo out. “I know I already told you this, but you really did work hard today. It made me really proud to see you up there. I could only think about how lucky I am.”

“I’m the lucky one,” you whispered back to them, feeling them start to work conditioner into the ends of your hair. “I mean, I’m the one who’s getting pampered right now. And I’m the one who’s dating the most beautiful ringleader Dionysia has ever had. And I’m the one who’s lucky enough to call you mine.”

“Oh? I’m yours, am I?” Jo asked teasingly, their breath against your ear again. “I think I can live with that.”

Jo rinsed the conditioner from your hair minutes later, and drained the bath once the water started to cool down, getting out before you and wrapping a thin and short red bathrobe around herself before extending a hand to you once again. “Come on.”

Your hand wrapped around hers easily, and once you were pulled from the bath, she wrapped a towel around your body before ushering you back into the bedroom. “Lie back. Don’t get dressed quite yet.”

Lie back? “What did you have in mind?” You asked, following their directions anyway and lying back onto their bed, body still slightly wet from the bath despite the towel.

A smirk crossed Jo’s face as she gave you a wink. “You’ve been patient with me already. Can I ask you to be patient for a little longer?”

She turned to her bedside stand, opening it and pulling out a bottle of lotion. The scent was sweet and fruity as she opened the bottle, and she squeezed a generous amount onto her hand before looking back at you. “You wanted me to touch you more, right? Now close your eyes.”

You didn’t waste a moment asking Jo what their plan was, your eyes immediately fluttering shut as you fully relaxed against the mattress. As soon as your eyes were closed, their hands were on your calves, rubbing the muscles in circles as Jo worked the lotion into your skin. They knew exactly what areas seemed to be the most exhausted from your performance, and Jo slowly gave each one attention as they crawled closer to you.

As you felt Jo’s hands go to your sides, another sensation suddenly entered - her lips on the inside of your thighs. You opened your eyes in surprise, looking down only to see Jo smiling up at you from her position between your thighs. “Is this okay, cutie? If you don’t want -”

“No,” you immediately cut her off, one of your hands reaching down to run through her still-damp blonde hair. “Please, keep going.”

She smiled and hummed. “I had a feeling you’d say that. I just wanted to hear you say it out loud.”

Her lips went back to your thighs, leaving soft kisses and lovebites as she worked her way up to your heat. Your hand, still in her hair, eagerly tugged. Jo didn’t miss this, looking up and meeting your eyes. “Am I testing your patience a little too much?”

“Yes,” you told her, not missing a beat. “You make me want you too much.”

“You’ll get what you want,” Jo whispered, placing a soft kiss on your mound, teasing by keeping her mouth anywhere but where you wanted her the most. “But you’ll have to follow just one instruction for me. Can you do that, cutie?”

“What rule?”

“Don’t look away from me,” Jo’s voice was serious. “Avert your eyes and I’ll stop right away.”

Right as she said that, her head went between your legs in earnest, her soft wet tongue licking your slit from top to bottom. A shudder immediately went through your body, and your hand tightened in her hair as you looked down at her.

It had been so long since you felt this. Her tongue working you, eating you out as if you were dripping pure ambrosia. Her eyes constantly flicked up, making sure that you were watching, that your eyes never left her as she kept her pace.

One of her hands stayed wrapped around your thigh to keep you grounded to her, but she freed another hand, two fingers inserting into your dripping entrance. That is the moment that your head almost rolled back, but the idea of Jo stopping once she realized you looked away. Instead, you just whined as she worked you with her tongue and fingers at the same time.

You began to slip right as her fingers curled, finding a sensitive spot, right as her tongue swirled and teased your clit. Your hand left her hair to cover your mouth, stifling an otherwise loud moan that you feared would’ve started drawing the attention of others in the dorm. Jo took it as a sign that she was doing something right, adding another finger and sticking her face as close to your heat as possible.

That ended up being the final straw you could take, and with a loud moan you came undone around her fingers, your thighs clenching hard around her head. Jo kept up her stimulation all the while, making sure you could ride out your orgasm to completion. It was only when it started becoming overstimulating did you push her head away, panting. “Jo - I - I can’t -”

Without hesitation, Jo pulled her head back, sitting up to look down at you as one arm of hers raised to wipe off the proof of your pleasure from her chin. “Too much?” Jo asked, reaching down and tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. “I may have gotten carried away.”

You shook her head. “Just for now. But trust me, I want to return the favor -”

She shook her head, crashing beside you as she curled her body close to yours. God, she was soft - her skin dewy and sweet-smelling after the bath. “Not tonight. This was all about you, cutie. But tomorrow morning? I might take you up on it then.”

In a way, you were. Ever since Sho let it slip to you that he’d been able to stay out late on even Vagastrom’s limited R&R permits, staying out long enough to drink and book hotel rooms… you figured the odds of Yuri getting approved for an overnight R&R permit were high. So, you’d given the man only one instruction.

“If you get an overnight R&R permit, I’ll take care of everything else.”

Relinquishing control over plans wasn’t something Yuri was used to. It wasn’t something he was even prepared to do - preparing to have to figure out what to do from the moment you told him that you wanted to celebrate. So, when you wanted to take the reins on all the plans and surprise him… it was a change of pace.

One he still wasn’t sure how to feel about. Still, he cared about fostering the relationship, so he didn’t want to put his foot down too harshly and risk scaring you off entirely.

He knew from the moment that you asked him to get an overnight permit that things would be getting… intimate. It wasn’t something he was against, but before this moment, the most intimate you’d been with each other was when you fell asleep in Mortkranken. Every time he’d end up giving you his bed while he made an excuse to stay up all night in the lab, unable to stay next to your sleeping form for more than a few minutes.

He was embarrassed to admit he was inexperienced, but it was obvious. He’d never asked about your amount of experience, both fearing the answer and knowing that it would only make him more flustered either way.

Was this trip going to be…?

He shook the thought from his head before the question could fully form. It didn’t have to be. Two adults were capable of sharing a room together without the night ending in a sweaty tangle of limbs.

It wouldn’t be so bad, though, he thought, glancing back over at you as your eyes stared out of the window. If we were to get intimate, it wouldn’t be… unwelcome.

That’s what he thought, anyway, when he arrived to see that you’d booked a hotel with private onsens attached to the room outside of the city. This was clearly going to be intimate, and the entire time up to the room and getting into the onsen, his mind kept racing with different ways this could go.

Am I supposed to look? Is it worse to look, or worse to keep my eyes away?

Am I supposed to make the first move? What if it’s… unwanted?

Why are we here of all places? Did -

Yuri was interrupted from his train of thought as a drop of rain fell directly into his eye, and he flinched back, almost hitting his head on the stone wall of the outdoor bath. You looked over at him, laughing softly as a scowl crossed his face. “Didn’t expect the rain?”

It was subtle rain - light and just barely starting to fall down. Yuri crossed his arms and cleared his throat, sitting up in the onsen. He’d landed on keeping his eyes off of you… because every time he looked over, he felt blood start to rush to all the wrong places. “This doesn’t bother you? Who stays in an outdoor bath when it’s raining?”

“It’s scenic,” you began, moving closer to him. He froze, his entire body tensing as he was made aware of how close you were. It was enough to be aware of how you were completely naked beneath the water’s surface, but when you got closer, his heart started pounding against chest. “I chose this hotel specifically because it rains frequently here. It’s pretty when it rains - it gets foggy in the surrounding mountains. See?”

You extended a hand, pointing into the distance off the hotel room’s terrace where the onsen was. The mountains had some fog in them, and he could see the rain failing down heavier in the distance. “St - still… Being out here in the rain is a ticket to getting sick. You should have consulted me before picking somewhere so -”

“I asked Jiro, actually,” you cut him off. “Because I knew you’d bring it up. Getting caught in the rain is only bad because it lowers your core body temperature, but seeing as we’re in a heated onsen, that’s not a problem.”

Yuri’s face heated up at the correction, caught off-guard by it. Before he could say another word, though, you moved closer to him again. “You know… if I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you didn’t want to be here with me.”

“What?” Yuri responded quickly, his eyes finally snapping back to look at you. You were close enough to touch, and although he tried not to make it obvious, his eyes wandered down immediately. Your soft skin under the water that rippled with every drop of rain, the curve of your waist, the way your legs were pressed together…

He felt like he was about to overheat, so he had to look away again. He felt blood rushing to his groin. “That’s not it at all,” he muttered out, his voice almost low enough that you didn’t hear it. “It’s… I don’t…”

The words ‘I don’t know’ wasn’t part of Yuri’s usual vocabulary, so it didn’t surprise you that he wasn’t able to get them out. So, to help him bridge the gap, you reached forward and put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m not expecting anything from this. From you. We can just… stay here together, if that’s easier.”

It is, Yuri thought. He could stay with you in that moment forever, sitting in the heated bath beside you as the rain came down in a light drizzle. But, just because it’s easier… It doesn't mean that I don’t want things to go further.

A beat of silence passed between both of you before he cleared his throat. He was still too flustered to look at you, and his face was completely flushed, but he knew he had to say something before he lost his nerve. “Would you want to… be intimate while we’re here? I - I’m not suggesting right this instant, but if you wanted to try something, we could… experiment.”

Your eyes seemed to light up at the offer, and your hand drifted off of his arm, your fingertips grazing his waist and brushing past his hips before you rested it on his thigh. “Only if you’re sure,” you responded, your voice a whisper. “And we can go slow.”

Accommodations, he deduced, that were for him. Because of his inexperience, his hesitance to take the lead. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to take the lead - he imagined, actually, it would be intoxicating to take control - but he couldn’t bring himself to at that moment. Not when he wasn’t sure about anything he was doing, or whether you’d even enjoy yourself.

“I’m sure,” he eventually responded, his hands twitching as he reached for your thigh beneath the water.

Before he could make contact, your free hand stopped him. “Let me start,” you began, voice soft. “You’re so tense… I want to help.”

He pulled his hand back. “I’m sorry, I -” Yuri began, cutting himself off by taking a deep breath. “I’m not used to being the one who - who’s…”

“I know,” you whispered as he struggled to find the words, your thumb now rubbing a soothing circle on his thigh. “It’s really cute to see you like this, Yuri. As much as I like seeing you confident, seeing you this flustered is a treat, too. It reminds me of when we first started dating and you practically had a heart attack every time I held your hand.”

Yuri opened his mouth to protest, to defend that he wasn’t that bad, but that’s when your hand moved up and he bit his lip to avoid a noise he didn’t want to spill out. Your fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft, already half-hard beneath the water. You traced your fingers up and down as if coaxing, trying to get him to stop being so nervous so he could enjoy himself. “Does this feel good?”

Too good, Yuri thought, but he just nodded, sweat unrelated to the onsen’s steam gathering on his face in big droplets. He shuddered at the feeling of your hand working up and down, biting back whines that he was too embarrassed to let out. When your thumb ran over his tip, though, he couldn’t hold back his response, one of his hands raising to his mouth to stifle himself as he let out a moan. You immediately noticed, though, smiling up at him. “You don’t have to do that,” you teased, running your thumb in circles over his head again. “I want to hear the noises you make.”

“You -” Yuri began, his voice strained as your hand kept moving up and down his shaft. “I do. We may be on a private terrace, but it’s still an open one, and if anyone were to hear-! I mean, this - this is -”

“Would you rather I stopped?” You asked, voice teasing as your hand continued to work.

“I - that’s not what I -” Yuri stuttered out before another groan left his lips. “Don’t stop.”

Yuri’s head was rolled back, his eyes closed as he focused on all of his senses. The hot water, the sound of rain softly coming down, the smell of petrichor, but your hand remained the most overwhelming sensation of all.

It never felt this good when he touched himself, he realized. It was completely different for someone else to do it, especially when you were the one doing it.

Watching him was intoxicating, seeing different waves of pleasure cross his face as he kept trying to bite back his sounds of pleasure. “Yuri, please, relax,” you urged him. “You really don’t have to be so tense.”

“It’s - it’s not that I’m tense, it’s -” Yuri cut himself off again, barely cracking his eyes open to look at you. “I don’t want to finish - not here, in the water.”

Truthfully, you’d gotten him close, but he didn’t want to let himself let go in the onsen. You thought for a moment. “Get on the ledge,” you suggested. “I have an idea.”

When you pulled your hand away to let him get up and out of the water, he almost whined by instinct, barely stopping himself. This was already too much for him on vulnerability, he didn’t need to make himself look any more pathetic in front of you. The temperature difference between the hot water of the onsen and the stone ledge was stark, but he didn’t have time to focus on that.

Not when your mouth immediately wrapped around him, something he hadn’t been ready for.

He was already close before your lips even touched him. Now, he couldn’t hold back anymore, one hand tangling in your hair as the other one covered his mouth. It did very little to stifle him, though, moans still making it past his hand.

He tried to ground himself again, not wanting this moment to pass by too quickly. He focused on the rain again, the steam surrounding him, the feel of your hair beneath his hand - but the sensation of your tongue swirling around him, your head bobbing, your hand moving down-

It proved to be too much for him, and his head rolled back again, moaning between gritted teeth as he came. He was practically panting afterward, his face completely flushed, almost looking like he might pass out from the heat. You kept your mouth around him as he rode out and wound down from his orgasm, only pulling back once you were sure he was done. “Do you need to go back into the hotel room? You look red enough to pass out.”

Yuri shook his head. “No - no, I’m fine,” he quickly reassured you, his legs hanging into the onsen as you were still between his legs. His hand was still in your hair too, and he was rubbing haphazard circles onto your scalp, massaging it. “You were - that was - I’ve never done anything like that before.”