[ the bath's just as nice as expected, and significantly cooler - the sparkling wine is acceptable - and then there's the man. now he's starting to sound like a properly horny ossan, and for Yuri it's a little like slipping into something more comfortable when he starts asking the real questions. a tiny grin forms behind his wineglass as Yuri takes his leisurely sip.

he's been damn aware of the difference in size between them for awhile now, obviously. now the older man can feel for himself that Yuri's just a wisp of a thing, his waist small and his legs long - not the worst build for a runner who spends half his sprint airborne.

regardless, once he's set his glass aside too, Yuri answers: ]

I would let you.

[ he places curious palms on Iwai's stomach, and hums when he feels hard muscle there. a body like that certainly doesn't disappoint his expectations... ]

You already know I'm not delicate, yeah? I just have a couple rules.

One, don't hit my face. Two, no choking. It always shows up really bad on me...

[ that pale skin, and all. ]