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[ huh. interesting. ]

No.

[ the 'o' part naturally causes the tip of his tongue to lightly flick against eito's thumb as he creates the sound. there's still a barrier between them, so it's not like his saliva can be felt. the heat, though... that's different.

takumi tilts his chin and continues biting. every few nips, he'll grind his teeth down and hold before repeating. his eyes never leave eito's face; he observes him very intently. and just when it'd be likely someone would become used to the sensation, takumi switches it up.

he envelops eito some more. ]

[ All things considered, the gesture is innocent and chaste, or it should be... but for some reason, a full-body shudder surges through Eito. The way he shivers is very much noticeable, and doubly so when Takumi changes his technique.

The way he can't predict it at all, can't look at Takumi and see the intent in his expression—it causes a trembling, breathy stutter of a gasp to escape him. It's thrilling, how he has no way of knowing what's coming save for the warm heat of Takumi's tongue. ]

M-Mm— Takumi-kun...

[ What he intends is for Takumi's name to sound like a warning, but the way it comes out on the tail end of a quiet whine is... well, Eito isn't proud of it. This is embarrassing. His cheeks feels unbearably warm as his lashes flutter a few times. ]

[ they're the only two here, which allows takumi to hear the subtle changes in eito's breathing. his exhales start off shallowly before progressively becoming more audible and quivery, excitement evident. by the time eito whines, takumi is feeling rather proud of himself. he can't smile with eito's thumb in his mouth, but his gaze narrows briefly as he gives eito a look of mild amusement. too bad he can't see that takumi's pupils have expanded.

the flat of his tongue presses against the underside of eito's thumb and slowly laps upwards. when he reaches the tip, takumi pauses, flushes, and then suckles. eito's name is muffled when takumi speaks. ]

—shtuki.

[ he licks again. ]

[ This isn't what he'd had in mind when he caught Takumi's lip like that, but Eito had been exploring so earnestly, it's no wonder Takumi managed to turn the tables on him. He let his guard down and forgot how bold Takumi can be, when he feels like it. What a daring little creature he is. ]

... Pervert.

[ While he can't see how the tips of his own ears have gone bright red, he can feel the familiar signs of arousal from last time. He bites his lips to stifle another pathetic sound, and it works, thankfully. He doesn't need sight to know that Takumi's gaze is fixated on him, and so, self-conscious, Eito tries to turn his head away. It doesn't accomplish much, only giving Takumi a better view of his flushed ears.

The only thing Eito can think to do now is to push his thumb in, breaching it a bit further past Takumi's lips. After all, he can't let Takumi have the upper hand for too long, can he? ]

Edited 2026-02-04 13:01 (UTC)

[ is he a pervert? takumi doesn't know. he'd have to experience more to tell.

when eito dips his thumb in further, he accepts it pretty readily, though not without a precursory nip into eito's first knuckle. widening his mouth also gives him the ability to speak up clearer. it might be temporary, so he takes the chance while he has it. ]

Not doing anything.

[ brat.

it sounds like there's candy in there, and his tongue wiggles trying to enunciate. ]

[ Eito shivers again as Takumi nips at his knuckle, and he would narrow his eyes and glare, if he could. A beat passes before there's a pop sound as he slowly withdraws his thumb, dragging it along Takumi's bottom lip on the way out. Better end this before Takumi thinks he has any power in this situation whatsoever! ]

Not doing anything, you say.

[ Eito is still cupping his jaw, which he tilts up, up. ]

So how did you end up with my finger in your mouth? That doesn't seem to add up.

Maybe you aimed wrong.

[ this is revenge for eito cornering him on the sofa. takumi doesn't even flinch when his chin is lifted up, staring at eito from over the bridge of his nose with a comfortably lax expression. the saliva on his bottom lip feels chilly. ]

You're still getting used to this. I wouldn't count it out.

[ Brat learned Gaslighting! ]

Getting used to what?

[ He pretends to sound ever so confused. ]

My blindness, or you being an annoying little menace?

I dunno.

[ the liar said. lying. ]

But whatever it is, you liked it.

[ just in case you weren't aware, aotsuki. ]

How presumptuous. I have no idea what you're talking about.

[ He releases his grip on Takumi's jaw, only to drop his hand down to Takumi's chest and push him against the arm of the couch. ]

[ it's hard to judge what eito is going to do next without seeing his intentions reflected in his eyes. takumi has no means to defend himself against sudden movement, anyway, not with eito already caging him in and narrowing his view. the push is abrupt and sends him unceremoniously falling back, his head cushioned by his hoodie.

he glares up at eito and tries to adjust his position... only to realize there's hardly enough room to. takumi is truly trapped now. ]

Ugh, what, did that make you mad?

[ two familiar sweaterpaws press into eito's broad chest. ]

[ Eito is almost surprised to feel Takumi's gentle resistance pressing into his chest, but it's not at all unwelcome. It really is different, being unable to anticipate Takumi's movements when they were once so easy to predict just by looking.

But it's kind of fun, too. ]

Oh, not particularly.

[ Not mad... Embarrassed, maybe, but that's not something he'll ever admit. ]

I just wanted to make you squirm around like the insignificant worm that you are. There's nowhere for you to go now, is there?

[ worm???? ]

H-Hey...

...You know, you're kind of stuck right here, too.

[ he shifts somewhat from where he rests under eito, angling his knee to brush into eito's inner thigh. if eito wants to escape it, he'll have to pull away; the same can be said for takumi's meandering hand and how it ventures up to carefully grasp eito's lower collarbone. ]

I can make you squirm just as easily.

[ Eito can't suppress a shudder, his thigh twitching against Takumi's knee ever so slightly. It's not a significant movement, but it's instinctive and reactive enough to be perceived. Still, Eito presses on, enjoying this little back-and-forth of theirs, this familiar banter. Confessing their feelings was... nice, and warm, and fuzzy. This, though, is far more comfortable territory. ]

Oh, my. For someone who was just so embarrassed not too long ago... That's incredibly bold of you, Takumi-kun.

[ There's a creepy grin on his face that would have made his eyes crinkle at the corners once upon a time. Now, Eito's eyelids flicker open, giving Takumi a full view of his two sockets. ]

Why don't you prove it, then? Go on, I'll wait.

[ there's a flicker of annoyance in takumi's expression, but it melts relatively quickly after eito reopens his eyes. an individual void in each socket—dark, empty, and unseeing, and yet framed by the prettiest of lashes. takumi studies them for a moment before sliding both arms up to hook around eito's neck. it's a bit of a stretch given their height difference, but he manages well enough in tugging eito down some.

takumi's knee doesn't move. it lingers, resting lightly against eito to remind him of its presence. ]

Unzip your jacket.

[ the command comes easy, expressed in a lower pitch and fingers curling into the little hairs at the back of eito's neck. ]

You want to squirm, right?

[ As Takumi wraps his arms around his neck, Eito accommodates their height difference by ducking his head, giving Takumi more leeway to do what he wants. ]

It seems the Team Leader is feeling bossy today... But fine. I'll humor you.

[ Curious enough to see where this is going, Eito is content to obey. A hand grasps at his jacket zipper to tug it down, unhurried, revealing the pale expanse of his collarbones and the plain, long-sleeved white shirt underneath. The jacket slips off his shoulders. It's a relief, honestly—he hadn't realized just how warm it is in here until shrugging it off. ]

There. Satisfied?

[ if takumi weren't determined to make a point, he'd find eito's obedience to be both satisfying and uncharacteristically cute. instead, he makes himself more comfortable against the sofa as eito discards his jacket, only moving forward after more of eito's body has been exposed. it's a pleasant surprise; takumi hadn't demanded he go that far. he can work with it, though.

eito's physique is apparent even through his t-shirt, fit and broad and trim. his collarbone juts out more than average because of it. takumi is compelled to lower one hand to caress what's visible, slowly, deliberately, before—pulling away.

a moment passes where there's no stimulation at all. takumi waits and waits.

then, just when eito might speak up and prompt him, he slips his hand beneath eito's shirt. ]

You must've seen it—what I really look like.

[ fingers ghost over the ripple of muscle there. ]

Keep that in mind.

[ For Eito, touch has always been a precarious thing. Before Takumi, Eito had never let anyone get close enough to touch or be touched deliberately, and now, Takumi is the sole exception. So much as accidentally brushing against a classmate's shoulder when walking by was enough to make him physically recoil.

As soon as Takumi's hand slides up his shirt, Eito flinches, expecting—he's not sure what. Tentacles, or something just as nonsensical, despite knowing in his mind that Takumi does not have any monster appendages. Outside of the desperate haze of their 'experiment', the monstrous form of Takumi is the only one he knows. Envisioning him in his mind as his real self isn't as easy as it sounds. It takes deliberate, concentrated effort and practice.

What he feels is the feather light touch of fingers. Futuran fingers, the same as his own. And having his fear dissuaded, above all else, is what makes him shiver and release the breath he'd been holding in anticipation. ]

I did.

[ An honest response among all the snarky, teasing quips. ]

And I will. Just—

[ Don't stop, is what he wants to say, but closes his mouth, not wanting to come across as needy. Even though he is. Instead, Eito leans into the touch, encouraging. ]

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[ for as cool as takumi is acting, the view of eito on top of him and the warmth of his skin beneath his fingers is certainly something to endure. he can't recall a time eito has ever been this... open? willing? to be touched or explored. so, even if he does initially flinch, takumi doesn't decide to retract his hand and leave it at that. he opts to ignore the heat prickling in his face in favor of attending to eito and facing his challenge.

there's no jumping right into it. he teases eito's stomach very lightly, dragging little circles over his toned belly and up and down again. takumi pays mind to any subtle reactions or genuine signs of discomfort; this is supposed to be pleasurable. ]

Doesn't make sense you look like this, [ he murmurs, conversational. ] Were you really working out between reading books?

[ a rhetorical question; takumi knows exactly how much effort eito has put into himself. he's teasing. though... there is a hint of envy there, too. ]

I think you're showing off.

[ hearing himself pretend to demean and objectify eito elicits a pang of arousal between his thighs, and takumi swallows. ]

[ He shows no signs of discomfort. The opposite, actually—pleased little sighs slip past his lips, body wracked with small, sporadic shudders. With Takumi taking his time like this, it couldn't be more different from the last time. Not that that was bad, far from it, but this is... new. Novel. Just as thrilling, in a softer, more subdued way. Eito doesn't know how far this will go, but he finds himself unconcerned about it. There's no reason to rush. They're alone, and no one will come knocking on Eito's door.

The fact is, Eito enjoys being teased like this. Having the work he's put into his appearance acknowledged isn't so bad, either, and he breathes out a throaty little laugh. ]

Showing off? I would never.

[ That swallow is audible, and Eito takes it and runs with it, pleased to have proof that Takumi isn't unaffected by this. He curls a fist into the fabric of Takumi's hoodie and presses himself closer, dipping his head down until his mouth hovers over the skin of Takumi's neck. He was aiming for his ear, but this is fine, too. ]

If I didn't know better, I would think you're ogling my body. Don't worry, Takumi-kun. It's not your fault you're so much more petite.

[ He's teasing, too, but truthfully, Eito appreciates their difference in size and height. Towering over Takumi has a certain novelty to it that applied even when Eito saw him as a monster. ]

I'm not.

[ he punctuates his reply by suddenly and sharply pinching. there's not much fat to grab, but takumi doesn't care. ]

You're just huge. I'm average, actually.

[ ...not entirely true. sure, takumi's height isn't unusual for a typical japanese man, but he's still quite slender and trim. he lacks muscle, too; whereas he can feel eito's individual abdominal muscles, takumi's are softer and less evident. the only give away that he trains at all is that his stomach is flat and he has visible dips around his pelvis. maybe if he didn't roll around in bed as often as he did, he'd be leaner, but... well, no one can pry takumi away from sleeping.

the hand that has been looped around eito's neck until now lifts to thread through long, silky white strands. he strokes eito for moment—like a dog, always like a dog—before tightening his grip. ]

Don't get cocky, Aotsuki.

[ takumi pinches eito's tummy again, less forceful, and then trails his fingertips higher to very lightly caress eito's chest. he narrowly avoids one pert nipple. ]

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Ah—!

[ Unlike the others, that sharp gasp is not a pleased sound. Even if he deserved it—he did—he didn't expect Takumi to pinch him...! ]

I see I hit something of a sore spot.

[ Another laugh rises from his throat, which will tickle Takumi's neck as he revels in the way Takumi goes from stroking his hair to tugging. He likes this, a lot. The second pinch has that laughter trailing off into an annoyed little huff, but when Takumi caresses his chest—that has Eito beginning to squirm. His back arches as he makes a quiet, encouraging sound. ]

You don't need to hold back, you know.

[ Now, it's Eito's turn to release his hold on Takumi's hoodie so he can drop his hand down and give the hem a decisive tug. With a hum of satisfaction, he glides a gloved hand over Takumi's stomach. Less toned, sure, but Eito appreciates it, and it's obvious in the way his hand slides over to Takumi's hip and squeezes. ]

[ although eito laughed at him, takumi derives an unfair amount of pleasure from feeling eito begin to squirm. this is what the goal was, so knowing he's achieving it... good. but takumi also wants to see more, hear more. eito's little breathy noises have been pleasant; each time takumi succeeds in bringing one out, warmth spreads in his stomach and his thighs tingle. he is enjoying their game just as much, faux grouchiness be damned. ]

Don't hold back? [ takumi echoes, and then snorts. ] That sounds like you want more.

[ neither of them are very honest.

his snark wavers when eito decides to go on the offensive, his hand disappearing between them to fondle takumi's own stomach. his quivers under eito's glove, reactive and unintentional, and then he stiffens up once eito's grip becomes firm. his soft grunt is more audible than that earlier swallow. but not to be outdone, takumi bites into his bottom lip and splays out his palm over eito's right pectoral.

...damn, he really is big. ]

How's this?

[ for a taunt, it comes out rough and shallow and a biiit unsure as takumi flicks his thumb a few times over eito's nipple. squirming, gooseflesh, a moan—anything would be great. ]

[ Denying that he wants more would just be silly at this point, but the way Takumi trembles in response to his touch makes Eito feel as though perhaps they're on equal footing. Until Takumi outdoes him again, that is.

Lucky for Takumi, the flick is more than sufficient enough to draw out another reaction. Eito's entire body jerks, startled, and then a needy, high-pitched whine escapes, one he would never acknowledge came from him. Not quite a full-on moan, but something on the precipice of one.

His thighs twitch in response to the pleasant stimulation, and as soon as he remembers where Takumi's knee is, Eito clumsily tries to grind against it, feeling a little like a mindless animal. Given the various ways he's been teased over the time that's passed, it shouldn't be a surprise that there's the sensation of heat between his thighs, a familiar stirring that Takumi will inevitably feel. ]

It's—it's good. Feels, ah...sensitive.

[ Takumi earns some honesty for his efforts, paired with another squeeze to his slender hip, his fingers grasping greedily at the soft skin. As much as he wants to hear Takumi make more ugly-cute sounds, too, everything he's doing to him is awfully distracting. Such a pain. ]

Edited 2026-02-05 16:58 (UTC)

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