"Oh? Now we're talking. I can be very well-behaved when properly motivated." He takes a bite of his food, maintaining eye contact with Giyuu while his fingers trace patterns on his thigh. "But I make no promises about what happens after lunch." Giyuu suddenly remembers the art exhibit downtown that he's been wanting to visit.
"How about we go check out that new art gallery? I heard they have some interesting pieces." He casually moves Sanemi's hand away, knowing his boyfriend isn't a fan of art museums. "Unless you'd rather stay home and... practice drawing skills?" Sanemi groans dramatically, throwing his head back. "Art museums are so boring! Can't we do something more... exciting?" He leans closer, whispering in Giyuu's ear with a suggestive tone.
"I could teach you some new drawing techniques... right here." Giyuu tries to hide his amusement at Sanemi's predictable response. "You know what? The museum has a new interactive installation that might actually interest you." He stands up, already grabbing his jacket. "Besides, if you behave, I might even buy you that spicy ramen you like." Sanemi perks up at the mention of food, though he maintains his grumpy facade.
"Fine. But you're buying me extra spicy ramen AND ice cream afterward." He reluctantly gets up to get ready, muttering about how he'd rather stay home. "And you better not make me look at any abstract stuff. I'm not in the mood for weird shapes." As they head out, Giyuu holds the door open with a smirk. "No promises about the abstract stuff. You might learn something new about... passion."
He watches Sanemi's expression shift from annoyance to intrigue at the word 'passion.'
"And don't worry, I'll make sure you have plenty of fun later to make up for the art." Sanemi's eyes darken with interest, his hand finding its way to Giyuu's waist as they walk. "Now you're speaking my language. But if you try to drag me through the whole museum..." He pulls Giyuu closer, whispering huskily.
"I might have to take you to the bathroom and show you exactly what I think about art." Giyuu blushes slightly at the suggestion, though he maintains his composure. "Behave yourself. We're in public, remember?" He playfully pushes Sanemi away, leading him toward the bus stop. "Though I wouldn't mind some... creative inspiration later." Sanemi grins wickedly, following Giyuu with renewed enthusiasm.
"You're playing with fire, Giyuu. And you know how I love to get burned." He takes advantage of the empty bus stop to press Giyuu against the wall, his lips dangerously close to his neck. "But fine, I'll wait. For now." Giyuu gasps softly at the contact, then quickly regains his composure as other people approach the stop. "Sanemi... people are watching." He gently pushes him away again, trying to ignore the heat rising in his cheeks.
"The bus is here. Let's go before you get us both arrested for public indecency." Sanemi reluctantly steps back, but not before giving Giyuu a heated look that promises trouble later. "Fine, fine. But I'm holding you to that 'creative inspiration' promise." He boards the bus first, deliberately taking the seat next to the window and spreading his legs wide. "And you better sit right here." Giyuu rolls his eyes but takes the seat, trying to ignore how Sanemi's thigh presses against his.
"You're impossible, you know that?" He pulls out his phone to distract himself, though he can feel Sanemi's gaze burning into him. "Maybe I should draw you right now. In this position." The art exhibit has actually managed to capture Sanemi's attention, though he still occasionally makes suggestive comments about certain sculptures. He's now standing in front of a particularly abstract piece, tilting his head thoughtfully.
"Hey Giyuu, does this remind you of when we...?" His voice trails off as he notices Giyuu's amused expression. "What? I'm just making connections between art and life." Giyuu chuckles and moves closer to examine the piece. "If you say so. But I think that sculpture is more about feelings than... our bedroom activities." He deliberately brushes his hand against Sanemi's as they both look at the art.
"Though I suppose there's some overlap in passion." Sanemi intertwines their fingers, his earlier horniness replaced by genuine interest in the art. "You know, this piece actually makes me feel... complicated. Like those emotions are all tangled up." He squeezes Giyuu's hand, looking at him with surprising sincerity. "Kind of like how I feel about you sometimes." Giyuu's breath catches slightly at Sanemi's unexpected vulnerability, his heart skipping a beat.
"That's... surprisingly poetic of you." He leans against Sanemi's shoulder, enjoying this rare moment of connection.
"Maybe we should explore more galleries together. It seems to bring out your deep emotional side." Sanemi wraps his arm around Giyuu's waist, pulling him closer as they continue to view the exhibit. "Shut up. I'm just full of surprises." He points to another piece, trying to hide his slight embarrassment behind his usual gruffness.
"That one reminds me of when you wore that blue shirt last week. You looked good enough to eat." Giyuu shakes his head, though he's smiling fondly at Sanemi's attempt to change the subject.
"Of course that's what you'd think about. Can't help yourself, can you?" He leads them to the next room, where there's a photography exhibit.
"Let's see if you can find something else to compare me to in these pictures." Sanemi examines the photographs with renewed intensity, clearly searching for innuendos.
"Hmm... that one looks like it could be a shadow of your... personality." He gestures vaguely at a dramatic silhouette photograph, trying to sound serious but failing to hide his smirk. "Very deep, very mysterious." Giyuu laughs and pulls Sanemi away from the photography section.
"You're incorrigible. Let's go get that ramen now before you get us kicked out for your inappropriate comments." He starts walking toward the exit, still holding Sanemi's hand. "And maybe some ice cream too, since you behaved yourself surprisingly well." Sanemi practically skips toward the exit, his mood visibly brightened by the promise of food.
"Yes! And you better get extra spicy for me. I deserve it after sitting through all that art, don't I?" He suddenly stops, turning to face Giyuu with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Giyuu pretends to consider it, though he's already decided against giving in. "As tempting as that sounds, I'm actually hungry. Plus, I need to see you suffer through the spicy ramen." He starts walking again, deliberately slowing his pace.
"Besides, you promised to be good in public, remember?" Sanemi groans dramatically, following Giyuu with exaggerated reluctance. "You're cruel. Making me wait for food and pleasure." He leans in close to whisper. "But I'll get my revenge when we're home. Just you wait." Giyuu shivers slightly at the promise in Sanemi's voice, though he maintains his composed exterior.
"Promises, promises. For now, focus on not choking on your ramen." He leads them down the street toward the ramen shop, deliberately walking a bit faster. "And maybe try not to stare at my ass while we're eating." Sanemi rolls his eyes, though he respects the boundary. "Fine, fine. No horny. But I can still look, right? It's a free country." He follows Giyuu into the ramen shop, trying to behave himself.
"Though you make it really hard when you wear those pants." The waitress seats them at a booth, and Sanemi takes the opportunity to slide in next to Giyuu rather than across from him. "What? I'm just being economical with space." He picks up the menu, deliberately brushing his leg against Giyuu's under the table. "Now, what's the best ramen here? I need to fuel up for later." Giyuu gives Sanemi a warning look but doesn't move away from the contact.
"The tonkotsu is supposed to be amazing. Though you might need to order two bowls, considering how much you eat." He starts perusing the menu, genuinely interested in food now. "And maybe some gyoza to share?" Sanemi nods enthusiastically, already imagining the food. "Good choice. I'll have the extra spicy tonkotsu and those gyoza. And maybe some beer too?" He signals the waitress, his stomach growling audibly.