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“The List”
── ⟡ ˙🌱 ̟ Arthur blinked awake in his ridiculously oversized bed, hair sticking up in every direction. He immediately noticed the empty space beside him. No warm body, no faint breathing, no Kiku.
“…Bloody hell, where’s he gone now?” he muttered, dragging himself out of bed in his wrinkled pajama bottoms.
After wandering through the drafty halls of his manor (tripping over a chair, swearing at a rug), Arthur finally spotted Kiku on the velvet couch in the sitting room, perfectly neat in a kimono robe, typing away at his laptop. His expression was the same serene calm he wore during diplomatic meetings.
Arthur softened. Christ, he looks bloody adorable right now.
He plopped onto the couch beside him, still half-asleep, and immediately took Kiku’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “What’re you working on so early, love? Some cultural report? A novel?”
Kiku didn’t even blink. “…No. I am making a list.”
Arthur smiled faintly. “…A list of what?”
Kiku calmly turned the laptop so Arthur could see.
Arthur’s eyes scanned the heading: ‘Sexual Interests, Preferences, and Desires: Draft 1’
Arthur made an inhuman noise somewhere between a shriek and a choke. “WHA—YOU—WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS?!”
Kiku tilted his head politely, as if Arthur were the one being strange. “I thought it would be beneficial to categorize everything in an organized manner, so that our intimacy may proceed with clarity. Arthur-san, your feedback is appreciated.”
Arthur grabbed the laptop with trembling hands and started reading. His face went from red to pale to red again within seconds. “…Bondage, orgasm denial, size kink, tentac—TENTACLES?! Roleplay scenarios?! Voyeurism?! WHAT THE BLOODY—”
Kiku merely sipped his tea. “Is something the matter, Arthur-san?”
Arthur slapped a hand over his own burning face. “Half of this I don’t even understand—what the fuck is ‘figging’?! Actually, don’t answer that, I DON’T WANT TO KNOW.”
Kiku, politely: “It is when one inserts a piece of ginger into—”
“STOP. STOP TALKING. I’M GOING TO BE ILL.”
Arthur nearly hurled the laptop across the room, but then his eyes caught one particular section, and he froze. His ears burned scarlet. “…This one. This… this isn’t terrible.”
Kiku blinked. “The size difference?”
Arthur slammed the laptop shut with a yelp. “I SAID NOTHING—SHUT UP—BLOODY HELL, KIKU!”
Kiku simply smiled serenely and patted Arthur’s thigh. “Do not worry, Arthur-san. I only included activities we can realistically attempt. We will take them one at a time.”
Arthur buried his face in his hands, muttering curses. He didn’t know whether to laugh, faint, or drag Kiku back into bed immediately.
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