[ wow, that was—that was like he figuratively spritzed eito with water for bad behavior. takumi's surprise shows on his face before he reels it back in and squirms again, lightly beating his fist on the right side of eito's chest. though, this time it isn't to push him away, but as punishment.
...this position is ridiculous, by the way. the foot takumi still has planted on the ground is just about balancing on his toes, his weight essentially being carried by eito instead. ]
Don't ask for forgiveness now. Your dick is pressing against me.
[ only takumi's sulkiness gives him the confidence to bluntly state the obvious.
he swallows and relaxes in eito's grip. ]
Say my name and tell me when it feels good. [ his cheeks color. ] Do it properly or—or I won't kiss you.
[ Takumi's tiny fist doesn't faze him in the slightest. Actually, it's rather adorable. Eito only smiles down at him, one of his creepier, more unsettling grins. ]
Ah, so you noticed. How attentive of you.
[ It is ridiculous. Eito might as well just carry him for real, but—for now, he rubs a soothing, apologetic circle into the underside of Takumi's thigh before guiding his leg back down. There. Now, Takumi can guide them into any position he wants, if he so chooses. ]
... I'll be good, Takumi-kun. Promise.
[ A beat passes, and then: ]
Kissing you isn't nearly as disgusting as I imagined it would be.
[ Did he just give himself away...? That's supposed to be more Takumi's thing, isn't it? Oh, well. There's a high chance that he will be puking his guts out later, but it's not something Eito is thinking about at all right now. Right now, all he does is chase Takumi's lips, kissing him again—gentler, this time, even chaste. As a treat. ]
overstimulated from literally everything that's happened, eito's gentle touch causes takumi to shiver. his foot is then carefully lowered to the floor and he regains his balance. their proper height difference is reestablished this way, with eito towering over him again. that smirk doesn't help. ]
Glad to know I'm not that gross, I guess.
[ the glower takumi gives eito before being kissed is half-hearted at best. he just breathes out through his nose and leans up a little to ease some of eito's strain, settling his sullied against over the jagged edge exposing eito's soul. his other hand, however...
...travels lower and hesitantly palms the stiff material between eito's legs. takumi can feel distinct heat. it's kind of dizzying.
suddenly feverish, he parts from eito's lips and lowers his chin. ]
You like saying that, huh? [ takumi speaks unwittingly. ] Do you want me to call you a 'good boy', Aotsuki?
[ because for whatever reason, that's a phrase that eito likes spouting off. ]
[ True to his word, Eito doesn't stifle the quiet, pleased sound that rises from his throat when Takumi palms his arousal. The touch is nowhere near enough compared to the overwhelming pleasure from earlier, and he gets the sense that Takumi is teasing him. ]
Oh? I never realized. [ A half-truth at best. ] Phrasing it like that, you make me sound so perverse...
[ There's a teasing lilt to his voice that is in direct contradiction to the genuine blush rising to his cheeks. ]
But I suppose I wouldn't be opposed to it... Though, only if you're the one saying it, Takumi-kun. ❤️
[ this conversation is more homoerotic than anything else, honestly. takumi can deal with dry-humping and weird soul fingering, but there's a special element to verbalizing their attraction to each other... especially when takumi has made such a point, conscious or otherwise, to pretend nothing's been going on. just hearing himself speak to eito this way is admittedly sending sharp prickles of desire down his spine.
takumi sternly peers up at eito for a moment before burrowing his face in the other's collar. he doesn't want eito to see his expression when he does it—more brusquely groping eito through his class armor, kneading him in his hand until some of his shyness dissipates. eito is in this state because of him… ]
You are perverse, [ he mumbles. ] Probably the biggest pervert I know. You're just good at acting like you aren't.
[ Eito exhales a trembling breath against the crown of Takumi's head, the abruptness of the placement of Takumi's hand surprising but far from unwelcome. Eito is greedy, and it's nowhere near enough, but Takumi changes the trajectory of the conversation before he can complain. ]
When did my Team Leader become so bossy?
[ It's not a real grievance, more fond than exasperated. Curious to see where Takumi is going with this, Eito is all too happy to comply if it means he might be praised for it. Takumi doesn't specify any position, so the most natural, Eito thinks, would be to get on his knees. At least, that seems like the most logical thing to do...
So he does just that, both hands falling to his sides as he obediently sinks down to the ground and peers up at Takumi through thick, dark lashes. It's a little odd, looking up at him like this and not down. An unfamiliar perspective.
Except... an intrusive mental image comes up all of a sudden, unbidden, reminding Eito that this isn't so unfamiliar after all. He had seen that vision of himself on the ground with Takumi looming over him, infuser in hand. There was blood everywhere, and Takumi wore that desperate, pained expression—
His expression shifts into something more pensive for a few seconds before Eito straightens it out, forcing himself to relax and shoving it away. It won't do to unpack all that baggage right now, trauma he didn't even realize belonged to him until he had Takumi's soul in his hand. He'll deal with it later.
When he speaks again, his voice is little more than a murmur. ]
[ although takumi receives a small complaint, eito obediently lowers himself to the floor and waits. what eito thinks is true, too; this perspective is different. eito's lashes appear longer than ever from this angle, the slope of his nose gentle and cheekbones soft. takumi is reminded of how pretty eito is—delicate, like he couldn't hurt a fly—before stepping forward and placing his hand on eito's shoulder. then, he pushes.
down, down and back, enough so that takumi can drop himself into eito's lap. he's blushing, but makes an effort not to look too troubled by resuming a vulnerable position. this is more comfortable than trying to precariously balance on the tip of his toes, though. ]
Um... where's your hand?
[ takumi is mostly speaking to himself when he asks, reaching around eito to grasp his wrist and lift it. he stops to briefly stare at how eito's palm eclipses his in size, and then brings it forward so that his fingers dip into the open hole in takumi's chest. heat licks at the material of eito's glove, and takumi quivers. ]
D-Do it again, [ he commands, arching his back to take eito in another inch. ] Aotsuki...
New, and decidedly... nice. More tame than what was happening before, but also more settled and grounded, as though they have all the time in the world to explore this. ]
... Okay.
[ Now that he's in a position to focus on it, to really see it, the sight of his own hand disappearing into Takumi's chest cavity feels obscene, somehow. Especially with Takumi seated on his lap like he belongs there, his back forming a perfect arch just so he can take him in deeper.
Eito sucks in a breath, mouth suddenly dry. He swallows. And then, he does exactly as Takumi asked, and moves his hand.
He starts out nice and slow, nothing crazy like the first time. This time, Eito draws it out, meeting Takumi's gaze as he flexes his fingers and caresses the flame. When he reaches deeper and feels the tangible heaviness of what must be Takumi's heart, Eito massages it between his thumb and forefinger, feeling it out and admiring the way it pulsates in response. ]
Is this okay, Takumi-kun? After all, I want to make sure this feels good for you, too.
[ Knowing all too well how good it feels from his own experience with it and seeking verbal affirmation anyway, Eito coos into his ear, thumb dragging ever so slowly along the edge of his beating heart in firm, repetitive strokes. It's nothing that hasn't been done yet. It's safe.
So, for fun, he decides to experiment a little. Eyes flitting down to Takumi's chest, Eito reaches in just a little bit deeper, but instead of sinking in far enough to touch his ribs, he withdraws. Takumi's soul flickers rapidly, as though mourning the sudden absence, which is exactly what Eito was hoping to see. ]
[ upon those long, elegant fingers teasing at his soul again, takumi moans something small and wavery. it's unbearably pleasant, but it also pales in comparison to eito reaching beyond his core to fondle his beating heart. he has to wonder if eito can feel it fluttering beneath his touch, each thud echoing in takumi's ears and somewhat deafening the sound of his own breathing. ]
Y-Yeah, [ he rasps, blearily lifting his gaze up from where he was watching eito's hand caress him. the both of them are less hurried now, so rather than a manic glee, eito seems almost thoughtful. experimental, maybe. ] It's... like...
[ takumi loses his train of thought. those repetitive drags are numbing his senses; it's difficult to string together what he wants to say. the flames in his chest burn hotter as if to make up for it, eagerly swallowing eito's hand and claiming him. lost in this dreamy state, takumi fails to understand the other's cool remark as a warning.
the fluid in his cavity makes a lurid squelch with the sudden thrust of eito's arm. takumi cries out in a slatternly tone he'll be ashamed of far later. ]
Uh—
[ his hips jolt against eito's, and he slumps forward a bit. ]
[ When Takumi slumps forward, Eito nudges their foreheads together, lashes fluttering. ]
Am I? [ The picture of mock innocence. ] But bossy Takumi-kun told me to move. Surely, you can't fault me for being compliant.
[ With a shaky exhale, Eito rolls his hips up against Takumi's in a slow grind, seeking the spark of friction Takumi ignited seconds ago. It's cute, how authentic his little reactions to every movement Eito makes are. It makes sense, too, given how genuine and honest Takumi is when approaching just about everything else.
Not for the first time, the knowledge that these responses are because of Eito and no one else has him suppressing a shudder. It's thrilling and addicting, having Takumi all to himself. ]
Mm... So, what's it like? Tell me.
[ Because he genuinely wants to know what Takumi was going to say, Eito doesn't overstimulate him again—yet. Instead, he keeps his strokes on the lighter side, pressing into his core with the pad of his thumb before easing the pressure, then repeating. ]
[ it's warm; everything is warm. the cavity in his chest, the skin beneath his class armor, his face, eito's forehead against his—takumi has never felt this fuzzy before. and yet, he can't deny that he likes what he's experiencing. this setup comes with eito teasing him, but that isn't bad, either. a smaller, meeker part of takumi would argue that he enjoys the bullying, too; though, it would take some self-reflection to understand why. there's already too much to digest without also coming to terms with being a masochist.
eito grinds into him, and takumi shudders from the hot pang of arousal that rushes his thighs, grunting softly. this is exactly what he meant by ordering eito to 'move'. he was too flustered to be explicit, but as usual, eito naturally understands his wants and needs. takumi wastes no time is rolling his hips in return; hopefully this will relieve them both a little. ]
I was gonna say... [ takumi says, releasing a quivering breath. ] ...that it feels like you're touching me everywhere.
[ the fingers resting on the outer edges of eito's cavity crawl upwards to fondle the inner lining. at this point, takumi is used to the burn. ]
Not just my chest, but in my head, too. I don't know how else to describe it.
For once, I think I know what you mean. It's like you're reaching through my chest and caressing not only my heart, but my mind. In theory, the idea of you groping around in there should be disgusting, but it's—it's...
[ Needless to say, it's unbearably good. Another trembling, breathy sound slips out as he mimics the way Takumi rolled his hips, angling just so, hoping he can get an even better sense of Takumi's arousal and feel out the shape of him. It brings some relief, but not quite enough.
Never in a million years did he think he would end up on the filthy floor of the infirmary dry humping Takumi, but here they are. And the fact is, if time allowed for it, Eito would be content to exchange touches like this for hours. Not so much the dry humping part, but whatever they're doing with their souls—Eito isn't sure he could ever grow tired of it. Each and every stroke of Takumi's hand inside his chest is electrifying, and playing with Takumi's hole is equally addictive.
By now, that aching emptiness he had succumbed to feels light-years away. It shouldn't make sense, but who is Eito to question what feels right? ]
Takumi-kun... Against all odds, I'm grateful you were the one I trusted with this—experiment.
[ As if aiming to prove it, Eito's uncharacteristically kind words are a stark contrast to the way he ups the intensity of his fingers' ministrations again. With his middle and index fingers, he makes a scissoring motion and thrusts back into Takumi's chest cavity. Barely breaching the surface, at first, but then he goes deeper, deeper—in, out, in, out, searching for whatever spot will make Takumi squirm the most. On loop, that lewd squelch practically echoes across the room, mingling with the sound of Eito's heavy breathing. ]
[ eito doesn't finish his sentence, but takumi gets it. this should be gross; they've been feeling around each other's insides and getting off to it. the memories imprinted into their souls even overlapped. takumi has seen versions of eito that were both recognizable and very distant, yet connected to him all the same. their collision was inevitable. perhaps that is why takumi can't find himself caring that eito's experiment has gone well beyond his original morbid expectations. he'd rather focus on the leisurely grinding of eito's hips and the twist of his fingers. ]
You wouldn't have chosen anyone else but me.
[ because he knows with certainty now how eito feels about him.
expression nothing short of predatory, eito leers as he delves further into takumi's chest, seemingly no longer exploring but searching. the subsequent noise is filthy and wet, a rhythmic flicking that mimics something all too familiar and lewd. however, takumi's mortification simply amplifies his arousal. he endures by curling into himself and clawing at eito's front with his free hand, his moans transitioning into breathy, wanton whines. his cock aches from where it rests within the confines of his class armor. ]
Ao—ah, Aotsuki... [ takumi flutters his lashes up at eito, flushed and dewy-eyed. ] Let me cum.
[ it's no use trying to be coy about it anymore. ]
[ Never mind that Eito can feel his own patience wearing thin, too—he just wants to bully Takumi some more. How could he not, when Takumi looks like that? So small and vulnerable, with tears gathered at the corners of his eyes... seeing him like this is all too enticing. ]
I'll be expecting my praise after this.
[ Eito shifts underneath Takumi's weight, leaning back further so he can grasp the waistband of Takumi's pants with his other hand and shove them down just far enough to free his cock. Then, with some awkward shimmying, he manages to manhandle Takumi into lifting his hips up enough for Eito to free himself, too.
He doesn't think about the inevitable wave of nausea that will hit him later, nor does he ruminate over what the aftermath of all this will look like for the two of them. Takumi is right—their mutual feelings are out in the open now, plain as day and impossible to deny.
Ugh. Will they have to talk about all this?
For now, Eito fixates on wrapping his gloved hand around Takumi's cock and pressing it against his own, smearing around the precum leaking from the heads. The relief of being free from the constraints of his class armor combined with the sweet friction of their cocks sliding against each other draws out a keening sound from Eito, breath coming in short, stuttering gasps. The hand not jerking Takumi off has paused its movements, but doesn't leave his chest cavity, not yet. Whatever spell Eito is under, he's not ready to break it yet. ]
[ boring, like eito hasn't been fingerfucking his soul up until now. takumi would've been a bit indignant if he hadn't already lost his respect as their team leader, rutting against eito like a horny, mindless dog and just about begging permission to come. instead, he obediently assists in lifting his hips and pants as eito does the work of undressing him. good thing eito does, too; takumi doesn't have the wits to think.
that's fine. eito often does the thinking for him, anyway.
however, it's still a surprise that eito has the mental strength to grope takumi properly. just the day before, takumi had to follow 'protocol' and make a concentrated effort in keeping eito's apple snack free of contamination. and even then, eito just barely accepted it. to think that he's stripping takumi now, freeing his slick, heavy arousal and then repeating the action for himself, finally reaching down to—
the staggered sound takumi makes it entirely too loud and too high. it doesn't matter that eito's hand is gloved, it's large and warm and assertive as it curls around them both, aligning hot flesh together and grinding. that's really all it takes for the last of takumi's reservations to fling themselves out the window; if someone hears him plaintively gasping praise and whimpering, then so be it. he'll just have to die. ]
Good, you're good—ah, Aotsuki—please... [ takumi wriggles his hips, a fresh bead of precum pooling in his slit. ] Ngh, keep going—
[ unthinkingly, his hand darts down to grasp the back of eito's. he immediately applies some of that unnatural, inhuman strength to hold eito steady, fucking into the tight space between eito's fingers with an urgent roll of his hips. of course, this drives himself directly against eito's thick cock. ]
[ There it is, that delicious praise and validation he's been craving—yearning for, even. If Takumi is cognizant enough to notice, he might feel the way Eito's cock twitches in response.
When he speaks, his voice comes in little more than a whisper, husky with want. He leans in closer to Takumi, much closer, tilting his head to the side and making direct eye contact. ]
So needy. Begging for me like that... Just how desperate are you, Takumi-kun?
[ Not that Eito is faring much better. The way Takumi uses that strength to hold him and take what he wants sends more ripples of heat surging through him, making everything feel even more dizzying and feverish. In this moment, it feels as though he has never wanted anything more in his entire life than this. That can't be true, but his usual logic and reason has been thrown out the window. At this point, he's no better than Takumi. ]
I'll give you what you want.
[ Syrupy sweet, an echo of Takumi's promise from earlier. Living up to those words, Eito jerks them both off in earnest, hips clumsily colliding with Takumi's all the while. Simultaneously, he starts fucking Takumi's soul with his fingers again, twisting them each time he pumps them in and out. It's sloppy and uncoordinated and graceless, but that certainly doesn't stop him. Eito is close, can feel himself throttling toward the edge—but some twisted sense of pride has him wanting to see Takumi fall apart first, all so he can be the one to put him back together afterward. ]
[ the apology comes out slurred. takumi can't fathom why he even says it, but it's likely his masochistic streak, the urge to be good and please his partner. eito isn't actually unhappy with his desperation—the opposite, clearly—and yet takumi still yearns for acceptance. he returns eito's teasing look with one of pure pleading, doe-eyed and lashes wet. there's no greater relief than eito smiling and declaring takumi will receive his reward.
...no, maybe the sweetened husk in eito's voice is far superior. a renewed flush rushes up takumi's neck from that honeyed lilt, and he hurriedly nods, forehead lightly bumping into eito's as he does. red and white entwine together. ]
Thanks, thank you, [ he stammers dumbly. the sharp, commanding tone takumi takes on as team leader is shot dead; instead, all that remains is a boyish waver and pointless quivering. ] I—I want it.
[ eito's hand tightens and commits to jerking them off, and takumi doesn't have to look to know their mixture of precum has saturated his glove. his pants are loud and heavy as he tries to endure the rapid pangs of arousal the friction elicits. the fact they're nearly painful just brings takumi more pleasure; how far gone is he, then? he can't even adjust to eito's palm before eito takes the opportunity to thrust his fingers back into takumi's cavity.
his vision instantly blackens, overwhelmed by an unbearably hot sensation and an urge to come. he wouldn't be shocked if he died from this.
takumi chokes on a sob and shudders. ]
Ao—tsuki—
[ his petite frame is overtaken by involuntary trembling before abruptly going rigid. then, takumi whimpers faintly, a hot rope of come spurting out from between eito's fingers and sullying them completely. his gratification is numbing, and yet takumi instinctively seeks more of eito. he mindlessly and weakly thrusts into eito's hand, whining to himself as he unloads between them in sticky strands. the heat of eito's cock nudges against takumi's and encourages his defeat. ]
[ It's absolutely pathetic, the way their beloved Team Leader has been reduced to this. Disgusting, repulsive, unsightly—Eito can't get enough of it. No one, no one else will ever see Takumi like this, this utterly wrecked and useless.
No one besides him, that is. Eito will make sure of that. ]
That's right. There you go. Easy, now...
[ He coos as Takumi's spend debauches his glove. Takumi whining through the tail end of his climax and chasing every last remnant of pleasure has Eito making a choked noise in the back of his throat before he comes, too, embarrassingly quick to follow. With the whole experience being as surreal as it has been, it feels as though his orgasm hits in slow motion, lazy waves of pleasure washing over him as he rolls his hips even knowing Takumi will be overstimulated. He fingers Takumi's soul through the entire thing, greedily drinking in one last vision of Takumi the young man rather than Takumi the monster.
And then it's over, the finale finished, and Eito slumps over, breath coming in harsh, labored pants against the skin of Takumi's neck. It takes a good minute before he retracts his hand from Takumi's chest cavity, sliding out gently. His glove is just as drenched and ruined as the one covered in both their seed. ]
[ Eito looks up. Realizes how close they are, for the hundredth time. And then, the most powerful wave of nausea he has ever felt crashes over him like a monsoon. ]
You have ten seconds to get off of me before I puke my guts out all over you. This is your only warning.
[ His tone is clipped and indecipherable, though not harsh. As reality catches up with him, including his regular, fucked-up senses, the mood dissipates into a sickening feeling far more familiar to him, one that greets him like an old friend. ]
[ although takumi can't see, he can still hear eito in front of him, feel his breath tickling his skin and the subsequent gush of headiness when he orgasms. he wants to nuzzle closer in some embarrassing display of comfort and reassurance, but reality isn't as forgiving. takumi can't relish in eito or his warmth very long at all; much too quickly, his relief turn to abject repulsion. the intimate atmosphere between them evaporates, ending as swiftly as it began.
takumi just barely manages to nod in response to eito's blunt warning. ]
Okay.
[ it's—hard to move. his legs feel like jelly, and he is admittedly still very lightheaded. takumi's vision is flickering, too. he gathers his strength regardless, pulling enough of himself together to shimmy backwards and... fall onto his ass. takumi makes a little ugh from the impact of landing on the ground. ]
Um... [ he lifts his gaze and concentrates on eito's features. they're blotchy, but stiff. ] You can puke if you want.
[ The words are dripping with annoyance, and it's the only thing Eito can manage before he turns away from Takumi, gets on his hands and knees, and vomits up the contents of his stomach from the past day or so. All things considered, it's not much besides apple slices and stomach acid, but that only makes it worse. Tears sting at the corners of his eyes as he retches, over and over, senses going haywire in the worst way possible.
He should be used to dealing with this by now, but it's still... frustrating, to put it lightly. To have a moment of intimate physical connection for the first time in his life, only for it to be shattered like this.
Eito has no idea how much time passes like that, but eventually, nothing comes out anymore except spit and drool. He can't even wipe his mouth, gloves ruined as they are. Taking one glove off is the only option, but letting another person see his bare hand for the first time feels like exposing too much.
Then again, he and Takumi quite literally just jerked off together while feeling around each other's insides, so—wait, no, that thought is enough to have Eito dry heaving again. ]
Ugh.
[ With a disgusted sound, Eito plucks one ruined glove off, tosses it to the ground and swipes at his mouth. ]
guy that would hold your hair for you while you throw up ❤️
[ darkened and fuzzy as he is, takumi can make out that eito's previously flushed face has paled considerably. he's sure if he reached out to place the back of his hand on eito's cheek or forehead, he'd feel clammy, as well. that would definitely worsen the situation, though, so takumi just politely averts his eyes as eito leans away and upturns his stomach.
...it really isn't a big deal. in the previous timeline when takumi was trying to get tsubasa on board to fight, he'd ran a few lines of reassurance through his mind, one of which was to offer to puke with her to alleviate her embarrassment. vomit isn't something he's particularly fussed over, so eito throwing up the apple snack and bile is fine; it doesn't make takumi nauseous at all. rather, he wishes he could rub circles into eito's back to at least soothe him during his ordeal.
Sorry, he thinks to himself. he figures it wouldn't help to say it aloud.
takumi looks over at eito only after it appears that there's nothing left to spit out. he stares a little too hard at the exposed skin of his hand. ]
[ like a trained dog, takumi instantly tears his gaze away from eito's exposed knuckles. he then lowers his head, somewhere between apologetic and pensive. the silence sobers him up.
there's... a lot that could be said. about what was exposed from touching each other's souls, the sheer physicality, their feelings, and the overall connection between them through various timelines. takumi may understand eito better than ever before, but it'll take time to process everything. he also has to finally acknowledge his own affections. how many lives has he lived turning a blind eye? did he ultimately doom their relationship the very moment he went back in time? or did it happen before then, when he failed to notice eito's betrayal and twisted love for him in those original hundred days?
when he finally responds, takumi's voice is raspy and low. ]
I'll clean everything up. Get some rest.
[ they can't have anyone wondering where the blood spatters, mysterious fluids, or vomit came from. it's the least takumi can do, anyway. ]
And Aotsuki...
[ deep, dark blue irises lift from the floor to study eito's face. takumi's expression is vague. ]
You're so kind, Takumi-kun. Far too kind. If you're not careful, some people might take advantage of that.
[ Eito's eyes are curious and bright behind his glasses, their regular lilac hue having returned. Though he still looks weak and pale, he's gracious enough to offer Takumi a small, appreciative smile, unexpectedly genuine. ]
See you soon. This has been enlightening.
[ He picks up his soiled glove and stands. And then, with a too-casual wave of his bare hand, he makes his way out the door. ]
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...this position is ridiculous, by the way. the foot takumi still has planted on the ground is just about balancing on his toes, his weight essentially being carried by eito instead. ]
Don't ask for forgiveness now. Your dick is pressing against me.
[ only takumi's sulkiness gives him the confidence to bluntly state the obvious.
he swallows and relaxes in eito's grip. ]
Say my name and tell me when it feels good. [ his cheeks color. ] Do it properly or—or I won't kiss you.
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Ah, so you noticed. How attentive of you.
[ It is ridiculous. Eito might as well just carry him for real, but—for now, he rubs a soothing, apologetic circle into the underside of Takumi's thigh before guiding his leg back down. There. Now, Takumi can guide them into any position he wants, if he so chooses. ]
... I'll be good, Takumi-kun. Promise.
[ A beat passes, and then: ]
Kissing you isn't nearly as disgusting as I imagined it would be.
[ Did he just give himself away...? That's supposed to be more Takumi's thing, isn't it? Oh, well. There's a high chance that he will be puking his guts out later, but it's not something Eito is thinking about at all right now. Right now, all he does is chase Takumi's lips, kissing him again—gentler, this time, even chaste. As a treat. ]
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overstimulated from literally everything that's happened, eito's gentle touch causes takumi to shiver. his foot is then carefully lowered to the floor and he regains his balance. their proper height difference is reestablished this way, with eito towering over him again. that smirk doesn't help. ]
Glad to know I'm not that gross, I guess.
[ the glower takumi gives eito before being kissed is half-hearted at best. he just breathes out through his nose and leans up a little to ease some of eito's strain, settling his sullied against over the jagged edge exposing eito's soul. his other hand, however...
...travels lower and hesitantly palms the stiff material between eito's legs. takumi can feel distinct heat. it's kind of dizzying.
suddenly feverish, he parts from eito's lips and lowers his chin. ]
You like saying that, huh? [ takumi speaks unwittingly. ] Do you want me to call you a 'good boy', Aotsuki?
[ because for whatever reason, that's a phrase that eito likes spouting off. ]
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Oh? I never realized. [ A half-truth at best. ] Phrasing it like that, you make me sound so perverse...
[ There's a teasing lilt to his voice that is in direct contradiction to the genuine blush rising to his cheeks. ]
But I suppose I wouldn't be opposed to it... Though, only if you're the one saying it, Takumi-kun. ❤️
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[ this conversation is more homoerotic than anything else, honestly. takumi can deal with dry-humping and weird soul fingering, but there's a special element to verbalizing their attraction to each other... especially when takumi has made such a point, conscious or otherwise, to pretend nothing's been going on. just hearing himself speak to eito this way is admittedly sending sharp prickles of desire down his spine.
takumi sternly peers up at eito for a moment before burrowing his face in the other's collar. he doesn't want eito to see his expression when he does it—more brusquely groping eito through his class armor, kneading him in his hand until some of his shyness dissipates. eito is in this state because of him… ]
You are perverse, [ he mumbles. ] Probably the biggest pervert I know. You're just good at acting like you aren't.
[ takumi chews on his bottom lip. then: ]
On the floor.
[ a simple demand. ]
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When did my Team Leader become so bossy?
[ It's not a real grievance, more fond than exasperated. Curious to see where Takumi is going with this, Eito is all too happy to comply if it means he might be praised for it. Takumi doesn't specify any position, so the most natural, Eito thinks, would be to get on his knees. At least, that seems like the most logical thing to do...
So he does just that, both hands falling to his sides as he obediently sinks down to the ground and peers up at Takumi through thick, dark lashes. It's a little odd, looking up at him like this and not down. An unfamiliar perspective.
Except... an intrusive mental image comes up all of a sudden, unbidden, reminding Eito that this isn't so unfamiliar after all. He had seen that vision of himself on the ground with Takumi looming over him, infuser in hand. There was blood everywhere, and Takumi wore that desperate, pained expression—
His expression shifts into something more pensive for a few seconds before Eito straightens it out, forcing himself to relax and shoving it away. It won't do to unpack all that baggage right now, trauma he didn't even realize belonged to him until he had Takumi's soul in his hand. He'll deal with it later.
When he speaks again, his voice is little more than a murmur. ]
Are you going to praise me now?
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[ although takumi receives a small complaint, eito obediently lowers himself to the floor and waits. what eito thinks is true, too; this perspective is different. eito's lashes appear longer than ever from this angle, the slope of his nose gentle and cheekbones soft. takumi is reminded of how pretty eito is—delicate, like he couldn't hurt a fly—before stepping forward and placing his hand on eito's shoulder. then, he pushes.
down, down and back, enough so that takumi can drop himself into eito's lap. he's blushing, but makes an effort not to look too troubled by resuming a vulnerable position. this is more comfortable than trying to precariously balance on the tip of his toes, though. ]
Um... where's your hand?
[ takumi is mostly speaking to himself when he asks, reaching around eito to grasp his wrist and lift it. he stops to briefly stare at how eito's palm eclipses his in size, and then brings it forward so that his fingers dip into the open hole in takumi's chest. heat licks at the material of eito's glove, and takumi quivers. ]
D-Do it again, [ he commands, arching his back to take eito in another inch. ] Aotsuki...
[ his brows pinch. ]
And move.
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New, and decidedly... nice. More tame than what was happening before, but also more settled and grounded, as though they have all the time in the world to explore this. ]
... Okay.
[ Now that he's in a position to focus on it, to really see it, the sight of his own hand disappearing into Takumi's chest cavity feels obscene, somehow. Especially with Takumi seated on his lap like he belongs there, his back forming a perfect arch just so he can take him in deeper.
Eito sucks in a breath, mouth suddenly dry. He swallows. And then, he does exactly as Takumi asked, and moves his hand.
He starts out nice and slow, nothing crazy like the first time. This time, Eito draws it out, meeting Takumi's gaze as he flexes his fingers and caresses the flame. When he reaches deeper and feels the tangible heaviness of what must be Takumi's heart, Eito massages it between his thumb and forefinger, feeling it out and admiring the way it pulsates in response. ]
Is this okay, Takumi-kun? After all, I want to make sure this feels good for you, too.
[ Knowing all too well how good it feels from his own experience with it and seeking verbal affirmation anyway, Eito coos into his ear, thumb dragging ever so slowly along the edge of his beating heart in firm, repetitive strokes. It's nothing that hasn't been done yet. It's safe.
So, for fun, he decides to experiment a little. Eyes flitting down to Takumi's chest, Eito reaches in just a little bit deeper, but instead of sinking in far enough to touch his ribs, he withdraws. Takumi's soul flickers rapidly, as though mourning the sudden absence, which is exactly what Eito was hoping to see. ]
Interesting...
[ And then he thrusts his hand back in partway. ]
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[ upon those long, elegant fingers teasing at his soul again, takumi moans something small and wavery. it's unbearably pleasant, but it also pales in comparison to eito reaching beyond his core to fondle his beating heart. he has to wonder if eito can feel it fluttering beneath his touch, each thud echoing in takumi's ears and somewhat deafening the sound of his own breathing. ]
Y-Yeah, [ he rasps, blearily lifting his gaze up from where he was watching eito's hand caress him. the both of them are less hurried now, so rather than a manic glee, eito seems almost thoughtful. experimental, maybe. ] It's... like...
[ takumi loses his train of thought. those repetitive drags are numbing his senses; it's difficult to string together what he wants to say. the flames in his chest burn hotter as if to make up for it, eagerly swallowing eito's hand and claiming him. lost in this dreamy state, takumi fails to understand the other's cool remark as a warning.
the fluid in his cavity makes a lurid squelch with the sudden thrust of eito's arm. takumi cries out in a slatternly tone he'll be ashamed of far later. ]
Uh—
[ his hips jolt against eito's, and he slumps forward a bit. ]
You're always... doing whatever you want...
[ his grumble is breathless. ]
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Am I? [ The picture of mock innocence. ] But bossy Takumi-kun told me to move. Surely, you can't fault me for being compliant.
[ With a shaky exhale, Eito rolls his hips up against Takumi's in a slow grind, seeking the spark of friction Takumi ignited seconds ago. It's cute, how authentic his little reactions to every movement Eito makes are. It makes sense, too, given how genuine and honest Takumi is when approaching just about everything else.
Not for the first time, the knowledge that these responses are because of Eito and no one else has him suppressing a shudder. It's thrilling and addicting, having Takumi all to himself. ]
Mm... So, what's it like? Tell me.
[ Because he genuinely wants to know what Takumi was going to say, Eito doesn't overstimulate him again—yet. Instead, he keeps his strokes on the lighter side, pressing into his core with the pad of his thumb before easing the pressure, then repeating. ]
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eito grinds into him, and takumi shudders from the hot pang of arousal that rushes his thighs, grunting softly. this is exactly what he meant by ordering eito to 'move'. he was too flustered to be explicit, but as usual, eito naturally understands his wants and needs. takumi wastes no time is rolling his hips in return; hopefully this will relieve them both a little. ]
I was gonna say... [ takumi says, releasing a quivering breath. ] ...that it feels like you're touching me everywhere.
[ the fingers resting on the outer edges of eito's cavity crawl upwards to fondle the inner lining. at this point, takumi is used to the burn. ]
Not just my chest, but in my head, too. I don't know how else to describe it.
[ eito is all consuming. ]
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[ Needless to say, it's unbearably good. Another trembling, breathy sound slips out as he mimics the way Takumi rolled his hips, angling just so, hoping he can get an even better sense of Takumi's arousal and feel out the shape of him. It brings some relief, but not quite enough.
Never in a million years did he think he would end up on the filthy floor of the infirmary dry humping Takumi, but here they are. And the fact is, if time allowed for it, Eito would be content to exchange touches like this for hours. Not so much the dry humping part, but whatever they're doing with their souls—Eito isn't sure he could ever grow tired of it. Each and every stroke of Takumi's hand inside his chest is electrifying, and playing with Takumi's hole is equally addictive.
By now, that aching emptiness he had succumbed to feels light-years away. It shouldn't make sense, but who is Eito to question what feels right? ]
Takumi-kun... Against all odds, I'm grateful you were the one I trusted with this—experiment.
[ As if aiming to prove it, Eito's uncharacteristically kind words are a stark contrast to the way he ups the intensity of his fingers' ministrations again. With his middle and index fingers, he makes a scissoring motion and thrusts back into Takumi's chest cavity. Barely breaching the surface, at first, but then he goes deeper, deeper—in, out, in, out, searching for whatever spot will make Takumi squirm the most. On loop, that lewd squelch practically echoes across the room, mingling with the sound of Eito's heavy breathing. ]
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You wouldn't have chosen anyone else but me.
[ because he knows with certainty now how eito feels about him.
expression nothing short of predatory, eito leers as he delves further into takumi's chest, seemingly no longer exploring but searching. the subsequent noise is filthy and wet, a rhythmic flicking that mimics something all too familiar and lewd. however, takumi's mortification simply amplifies his arousal. he endures by curling into himself and clawing at eito's front with his free hand, his moans transitioning into breathy, wanton whines. his cock aches from where it rests within the confines of his class armor. ]
Ao—ah, Aotsuki... [ takumi flutters his lashes up at eito, flushed and dewy-eyed. ] Let me cum.
[ it's no use trying to be coy about it anymore. ]
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[ Never mind that Eito can feel his own patience wearing thin, too—he just wants to bully Takumi some more. How could he not, when Takumi looks like that? So small and vulnerable, with tears gathered at the corners of his eyes... seeing him like this is all too enticing. ]
I'll be expecting my praise after this.
[ Eito shifts underneath Takumi's weight, leaning back further so he can grasp the waistband of Takumi's pants with his other hand and shove them down just far enough to free his cock. Then, with some awkward shimmying, he manages to manhandle Takumi into lifting his hips up enough for Eito to free himself, too.
He doesn't think about the inevitable wave of nausea that will hit him later, nor does he ruminate over what the aftermath of all this will look like for the two of them. Takumi is right—their mutual feelings are out in the open now, plain as day and impossible to deny.
Ugh. Will they have to talk about all this?
For now, Eito fixates on wrapping his gloved hand around Takumi's cock and pressing it against his own, smearing around the precum leaking from the heads. The relief of being free from the constraints of his class armor combined with the sweet friction of their cocks sliding against each other draws out a keening sound from Eito, breath coming in short, stuttering gasps. The hand not jerking Takumi off has paused its movements, but doesn't leave his chest cavity, not yet. Whatever spell Eito is under, he's not ready to break it yet. ]
Mm—nngh, Takumi-kun.
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that's fine. eito often does the thinking for him, anyway.
however, it's still a surprise that eito has the mental strength to grope takumi properly. just the day before, takumi had to follow 'protocol' and make a concentrated effort in keeping eito's apple snack free of contamination. and even then, eito just barely accepted it. to think that he's stripping takumi now, freeing his slick, heavy arousal and then repeating the action for himself, finally reaching down to—
the staggered sound takumi makes it entirely too loud and too high. it doesn't matter that eito's hand is gloved, it's large and warm and assertive as it curls around them both, aligning hot flesh together and grinding. that's really all it takes for the last of takumi's reservations to fling themselves out the window; if someone hears him plaintively gasping praise and whimpering, then so be it. he'll just have to die. ]
Good, you're good—ah, Aotsuki—please... [ takumi wriggles his hips, a fresh bead of precum pooling in his slit. ] Ngh, keep going—
[ unthinkingly, his hand darts down to grasp the back of eito's. he immediately applies some of that unnatural, inhuman strength to hold eito steady, fucking into the tight space between eito's fingers with an urgent roll of his hips. of course, this drives himself directly against eito's thick cock. ]
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When he speaks, his voice comes in little more than a whisper, husky with want. He leans in closer to Takumi, much closer, tilting his head to the side and making direct eye contact. ]
So needy. Begging for me like that... Just how desperate are you, Takumi-kun?
[ Not that Eito is faring much better. The way Takumi uses that strength to hold him and take what he wants sends more ripples of heat surging through him, making everything feel even more dizzying and feverish. In this moment, it feels as though he has never wanted anything more in his entire life than this. That can't be true, but his usual logic and reason has been thrown out the window. At this point, he's no better than Takumi. ]
I'll give you what you want.
[ Syrupy sweet, an echo of Takumi's promise from earlier. Living up to those words, Eito jerks them both off in earnest, hips clumsily colliding with Takumi's all the while. Simultaneously, he starts fucking Takumi's soul with his fingers again, twisting them each time he pumps them in and out. It's sloppy and uncoordinated and graceless, but that certainly doesn't stop him. Eito is close, can feel himself throttling toward the edge—but some twisted sense of pride has him wanting to see Takumi fall apart first, all so he can be the one to put him back together afterward. ]
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[ the apology comes out slurred. takumi can't fathom why he even says it, but it's likely his masochistic streak, the urge to be good and please his partner. eito isn't actually unhappy with his desperation—the opposite, clearly—and yet takumi still yearns for acceptance. he returns eito's teasing look with one of pure pleading, doe-eyed and lashes wet. there's no greater relief than eito smiling and declaring takumi will receive his reward.
...no, maybe the sweetened husk in eito's voice is far superior. a renewed flush rushes up takumi's neck from that honeyed lilt, and he hurriedly nods, forehead lightly bumping into eito's as he does. red and white entwine together. ]
Thanks, thank you, [ he stammers dumbly. the sharp, commanding tone takumi takes on as team leader is shot dead; instead, all that remains is a boyish waver and pointless quivering. ] I—I want it.
[ eito's hand tightens and commits to jerking them off, and takumi doesn't have to look to know their mixture of precum has saturated his glove. his pants are loud and heavy as he tries to endure the rapid pangs of arousal the friction elicits. the fact they're nearly painful just brings takumi more pleasure; how far gone is he, then? he can't even adjust to eito's palm before eito takes the opportunity to thrust his fingers back into takumi's cavity.
his vision instantly blackens, overwhelmed by an unbearably hot sensation and an urge to come. he wouldn't be shocked if he died from this.
takumi chokes on a sob and shudders. ]
Ao—tsuki—
[ his petite frame is overtaken by involuntary trembling before abruptly going rigid. then, takumi whimpers faintly, a hot rope of come spurting out from between eito's fingers and sullying them completely. his gratification is numbing, and yet takumi instinctively seeks more of eito. he mindlessly and weakly thrusts into eito's hand, whining to himself as he unloads between them in sticky strands. the heat of eito's cock nudges against takumi's and encourages his defeat. ]
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That's right. There you go. Easy, now...
[ He coos as Takumi's spend debauches his glove. Takumi whining through the tail end of his climax and chasing every last remnant of pleasure has Eito making a choked noise in the back of his throat before he comes, too, embarrassingly quick to follow. With the whole experience being as surreal as it has been, it feels as though his orgasm hits in slow motion, lazy waves of pleasure washing over him as he rolls his hips even knowing Takumi will be overstimulated. He fingers Takumi's soul through the entire thing, greedily drinking in one last vision of Takumi the young man rather than Takumi the monster.
And then it's over, the finale finished, and Eito slumps over, breath coming in harsh, labored pants against the skin of Takumi's neck. It takes a good minute before he retracts his hand from Takumi's chest cavity, sliding out gently. His glove is just as drenched and ruined as the one covered in both their seed. ]
That... that was—
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You have ten seconds to get off of me before I puke my guts out all over you. This is your only warning.
[ His tone is clipped and indecipherable, though not harsh. As reality catches up with him, including his regular, fucked-up senses, the mood dissipates into a sickening feeling far more familiar to him, one that greets him like an old friend. ]
help
takumi just barely manages to nod in response to eito's blunt warning. ]
Okay.
[ it's—hard to move. his legs feel like jelly, and he is admittedly still very lightheaded. takumi's vision is flickering, too. he gathers his strength regardless, pulling enough of himself together to shimmy backwards and... fall onto his ass. takumi makes a little ugh from the impact of landing on the ground. ]
Um... [ he lifts his gaze and concentrates on eito's features. they're blotchy, but stiff. ] You can puke if you want.
[ not like takumi isn't used to vomit by now. ]
😭 takumi is so kind...
[ The words are dripping with annoyance, and it's the only thing Eito can manage before he turns away from Takumi, gets on his hands and knees, and vomits up the contents of his stomach from the past day or so. All things considered, it's not much besides apple slices and stomach acid, but that only makes it worse. Tears sting at the corners of his eyes as he retches, over and over, senses going haywire in the worst way possible.
He should be used to dealing with this by now, but it's still... frustrating, to put it lightly. To have a moment of intimate physical connection for the first time in his life, only for it to be shattered like this.
Eito has no idea how much time passes like that, but eventually, nothing comes out anymore except spit and drool. He can't even wipe his mouth, gloves ruined as they are. Taking one glove off is the only option, but letting another person see his bare hand for the first time feels like exposing too much.
Then again, he and Takumi quite literally just jerked off together while feeling around each other's insides, so—wait, no, that thought is enough to have Eito dry heaving again. ]
Ugh.
[ With a disgusted sound, Eito plucks one ruined glove off, tosses it to the ground and swipes at his mouth. ]
guy that would hold your hair for you while you throw up ❤️
...it really isn't a big deal. in the previous timeline when takumi was trying to get tsubasa on board to fight, he'd ran a few lines of reassurance through his mind, one of which was to offer to puke with her to alleviate her embarrassment. vomit isn't something he's particularly fussed over, so eito throwing up the apple snack and bile is fine; it doesn't make takumi nauseous at all. rather, he wishes he could rub circles into eito's back to at least soothe him during his ordeal.
Sorry, he thinks to himself. he figures it wouldn't help to say it aloud.
takumi looks over at eito only after it appears that there's nothing left to spit out. he stares a little too hard at the exposed skin of his hand. ]
Is there anything I can do?
[ ......is it pointless to ask at this point? ]
he's literally nice ❤️
You can stop staring at my hand. Other than that, no. I'm finished now.
[ A beat passes, the silence heavy and awkward. There's no post-orgasm glow to be found, no exhausted and content crawling into each other's arms. ]
Well, this has been... an experience, to say the least, but I think I'll be heading back to my room to scrub off your bodily fluids. Are we done here?
[ Cruel? Yes. But how does one even begin to unpack what just happened? ]
HE'S LITERALLY NICE!!!
there's... a lot that could be said. about what was exposed from touching each other's souls, the sheer physicality, their feelings, and the overall connection between them through various timelines. takumi may understand eito better than ever before, but it'll take time to process everything. he also has to finally acknowledge his own affections. how many lives has he lived turning a blind eye? did he ultimately doom their relationship the very moment he went back in time? or did it happen before then, when he failed to notice eito's betrayal and twisted love for him in those original hundred days?
when he finally responds, takumi's voice is raspy and low. ]
I'll clean everything up. Get some rest.
[ they can't have anyone wondering where the blood spatters, mysterious fluids, or vomit came from. it's the least takumi can do, anyway. ]
And Aotsuki...
[ deep, dark blue irises lift from the floor to study eito's face. takumi's expression is vague. ]
...no, nevermind. I'll see you later.
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[ Eito's eyes are curious and bright behind his glasses, their regular lilac hue having returned. Though he still looks weak and pale, he's gracious enough to offer Takumi a small, appreciative smile, unexpectedly genuine. ]
See you soon. This has been enlightening.
[ He picks up his soiled glove and stands. And then, with a too-casual wave of his bare hand, he makes his way out the door. ]
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they released me from my enclosure so it's time to misbehave!!!!!
hell yeah
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2/2 moe attack
(staggers backward) OUGH
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eito moe nuke
OOGH
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guy who says 'tch...' in bed
MOE......
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