"Almost ready." Tadashi said, with a last feathery kiss pressed to Ainosuke-sama's neck before sliding his jacket on, smoothing his hands down Ainosuke-sama's back, over the thick gold brocade.

Cocking his head and angling a look over his shoulder, Ainosuke-sama grinned, and Tadashi's breath hitched shallowly; the predatory grin widened.

"Come with me to S tonight," Ainosuke-sama said suddenly, curling an arm around Tadashi's waist and pulling him in tight, "we haven't skated together in too long. . . Come play with me, puppy."