[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
he is glad that eito has lowered himself into his neck, because takumi is absolutely positive his face is bright red. that whine went straight to his dick; he was feeling pleasantly warm before, but he realizes now that he's hard. bullying eito, feeling him up and listening to his soft sounds, noticing the bud under his thumb is taut—honestly, it was inevitable. takumi is only able to overcome his own embarrassing revelation due to eito nestling closer and pointedly grinding against his knee. the shape of his own arousal sends a pang of want into takumi's gut.
okay. okay, he's got this.
takumi is naturally a submissive person, but this is really hot, actually. his knee moves instinctively in response, pressing against eito's clothed cock and gingerly rubbing. meanwhile, his thumb rolls eito's nipple, pressing, kneading, before—
a pinch and a tug. ]
Y-You're squirming for real now.
[ whatever toughness takumi hoped he'd project when he speaks isn't there. instead, he sounds a little feeble and flustered. ]
[ With that tug comes a full-blown moan this time, an indecent, wanton sound that's far lower in pitch. Long lashes fluttering rapidly and back forming a perfect arch again, Eito doesn't even have the capacity to be embarrassed.
He manages a shaky little laugh, even as he rolls his hips against Takumi's knee again, greedy for more of that pressure. ]
You did. I knew you could. The truth is that this whole time, I had utmost faith in you, Takumi-kun.
[ Then, as if to reward him, Eito keeps one large hand braced on Takumi's hip while the other comes down to caress his chest, sweeping over the skin in smooth motions. Gently, a gloved thumb brushes over a nipple before applying pressure and rolling over the nub. ]
I wonder if you're sensitive here, too?
[ If Takumi makes any movements, he won't get far—Eito grips his hip tightly, holding him in place. At the same time, his hips hitch forward again, grinding down against his knee, chasing his own pleasure. ]
the abhorrent whine and following gasp slips out before he can think to stop it. he's never touched his chest before, and he isn't a girl, so why—? hearing his own plaintive mewl also turned him on, and he had unfortunately felt his dick twitch. takumi's eyes widen in mortification, blinking rapidly above eito's head before he weakly squirms. or at least, tries to. it's difficult when eito is applying his strength and manhandling takumi's lower body. ]
S-Stop, [ he protests, trying to ignoring the sparks of heat darting down his back with each roll of eito's thumb. ] It, uh, feels weird—
[ isn't this just his comeuppance for tugging at eito just now? probably.
down below, eito continues to press into takumi's slightly bent knee. his movements are oppressive, searching, but takumi is too dumbstruck to reciprocate. he just knows he can feel the distinct shape of eito's cock through the fabric of his bottoms, furthering his heated predicament. ]
[ It's exactly the reaction he was hoping for, and it makes him pause, hips stilling. ]
Hm. You want me to stop?
[ Eito hums to himself as though pondering something, all while repeating the rolling motion with his fingers. He acts nonchalant about it, deft fingers moving in slow motions, but the way he doesn't relent is very much deliberate. ]
[ he cringes hearing the quivery noise that interrupts his reply, red brows drawing up in dismay. takumi feels hot all over, and his back keeps arching and jolting despite demanding eito stop touching his chest. is it the material of eito's glove? or is this just inherently sensitive to him? takumi doesn't know, and he's afraid to find out. it feels as if something forbidden is being pried open. he shouldn't like this. ]
It felt weird back then, but this—ah... is definitely weird. I—I'm not a—
[ '—a girl' doesn't make it past his lips, but it may as well have. and yes, takumi is absolutely a hypocrite; why could he fondle eito this way but not experience the reverse? possibly realizing this, he makes a frustrated sound and tries again. ]
[ There's an unreadable smile on his lips, one that reveals nothing about his intentions. And then: ]
In that case, I'll let up. After all, the last thing I want is for you to not enjoy yourself...
[ So Eito does just that, giving Takumi's chest a slow and lingering parting caress before drawing back completely and sitting up. Admittedly, it's hard to tear himself away when his body only wants more, but Eito is convinced it will be even harder for Takumi.
[ that last touch leaves takumi trembling involuntarily, red-faced and unsure. eito can surely envision it—that forlorn, lost puppy look and the dewy eyes that accompany it. pathetic as usual; eito always knows how to use him up.
takumi swallows thickly and searches eito's features. there's something he wants to say, but... ]
Aotsuki...
[ because eito has sat up, takumi's hands have fallen away and landed on his chest. he curls his fingers into his hoodie. ]
Can I ask you something? You can't make fun of me.
[ Oh! The most awkward silence that has ever passed between them follows Takumi's question. Eito is going to die. The corpse recovery drone will need to come collect his body so the Revive-O-Matic can work its magic.
After a beat, he clears his throat, brows drawn together. The tips of his ears have turned pink all over again. Embarrassing. Stupid. ]
Well...
[ This is. Not what he expected. At all. He is both mortified (for Takumi, or for himself?) and endeared, a complicated mix of contrasting emotions. ]
I could answer, but... first, can you tell me why you're asking?
[ the silence feels so impossibly long that takumi briefly fantasizes about abandoning this timeline or just straight up dying. it's more than a relief when eito eventually responds; though, even takumi can discern that he's been ruffled by the question.
takumi absentmindedly fiddles with his hoodie. ]
I can guess how it goes, but... I figure that, um... there's more to it. It's not like how I imagine being with a girl is.
[ his inability to speak clearly causes his cheeks to blister. ]
[ Deep breaths, Eito. Don't actually scare this skittish little creature away. ]
I know how it works, at least in theory, but if you wanted to go... all the way, then there's certain, ah, items that we lack.
[ Of course, the Gift-O-Matic can produce anything, but the logistics of getting there... well, they both have predicaments. Not only that, but if anyone saw them, deeply uncomfortable questions would be raised. ]
[ he doesn't defend himself or provide an explanation for his apology; takumi knows he has his own issues to work through, as difficult as they are. that must be felt in the small silence that follows. when takumi does eventually speak up, there's hesitance in his voice but something else, too. ]
[ In the beat of silence, it occurs to him then that Takumi just wants and needs a little bit of reassurance. The touch of hope in his voice when he asks the question that follows is impossible to miss.
Something squeezes in his chest. Eito really is weak for him, isn't he? A soft, genuine smile curves his lips. ]
Of course it does. Obviously.
[ When he said he'd devote himself to him, he meant it in just about every way possible. And truth be told, Eito wants this, too. Wants to be accepted, wants to be wanted.
Backing off, he gives Takumi some room to sit up. ]
I thought you knew that already, but I suppose I can remind you as many times as it takes until you get it through that thick head of yours.
[ probably for the first time, takumi beams in eito's direction. his cheeks are pleasantly pink, the striking, deep blue of his eyes brilliant and bright. though... like all things about their lives thus far, there's a soft note of melancholy in this moment—eito cannot see takumi. he'll never know what this affectionate expression truly looks like.
takumi's smile softens, and then he wiggles his feet. ]
Thanks.
[ he peers up from beneath his lashes for a second or two before reaching out to grasp eito's hand. takumi then tugs on it a little, urging eito closer. ]
I'm still, uh... you know. [ sheepish. ] Did you want to stop?
[ as eito put it, they can 'go all the way' next time. ]
[ Even though Eito can't see him, the gentle affection in Takumi's voice is palpable through his distortion, and it warms him to the core. It's tempting to wish he could meet Takumi's gaze, but gouging out his eyes was a decision he did not make lightly. All he can do now is try his best to envision Takumi's soft smile in his mind. It's not as perfect as the genuine article, but it is something, and the thought makes Eito smile, too.
His lips part in surprise when his hand is tugged, but he's quick to regain his composure and follow Takumi's lead, nudging him back until he's situated against the arm of the couch again. It's hard to know where to put his long limbs, but eventually Eito settles for propping himself up by the elbow to hover over him. One hand makes its way over to the drawstring of Takumi's hoodie, though he misses a few times, grasping at air. ]
Mm... I'll leave that up to you, but I'm more than willing.
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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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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. ]
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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. ]
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[ 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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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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he is glad that eito has lowered himself into his neck, because takumi is absolutely positive his face is bright red. that whine went straight to his dick; he was feeling pleasantly warm before, but he realizes now that he's hard. bullying eito, feeling him up and listening to his soft sounds, noticing the bud under his thumb is taut—honestly, it was inevitable. takumi is only able to overcome his own embarrassing revelation due to eito nestling closer and pointedly grinding against his knee. the shape of his own arousal sends a pang of want into takumi's gut.
okay. okay, he's got this.
takumi is naturally a submissive person, but this is really hot, actually. his knee moves instinctively in response, pressing against eito's clothed cock and gingerly rubbing. meanwhile, his thumb rolls eito's nipple, pressing, kneading, before—
a pinch and a tug. ]
Y-You're squirming for real now.
[ whatever toughness takumi hoped he'd project when he speaks isn't there. instead, he sounds a little feeble and flustered. ]
I told you I could do it.
[ what is he, five? ]
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He manages a shaky little laugh, even as he rolls his hips against Takumi's knee again, greedy for more of that pressure. ]
You did. I knew you could. The truth is that this whole time, I had utmost faith in you, Takumi-kun.
[ Then, as if to reward him, Eito keeps one large hand braced on Takumi's hip while the other comes down to caress his chest, sweeping over the skin in smooth motions. Gently, a gloved thumb brushes over a nipple before applying pressure and rolling over the nub. ]
I wonder if you're sensitive here, too?
[ If Takumi makes any movements, he won't get far—Eito grips his hip tightly, holding him in place. At the same time, his hips hitch forward again, grinding down against his knee, chasing his own pleasure. ]
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[ and there goes takumi's bravado.
the abhorrent whine and following gasp slips out before he can think to stop it. he's never touched his chest before, and he isn't a girl, so why—? hearing his own plaintive mewl also turned him on, and he had unfortunately felt his dick twitch. takumi's eyes widen in mortification, blinking rapidly above eito's head before he weakly squirms. or at least, tries to. it's difficult when eito is applying his strength and manhandling takumi's lower body. ]
S-Stop, [ he protests, trying to ignoring the sparks of heat darting down his back with each roll of eito's thumb. ] It, uh, feels weird—
[ isn't this just his comeuppance for tugging at eito just now? probably.
down below, eito continues to press into takumi's slightly bent knee. his movements are oppressive, searching, but takumi is too dumbstruck to reciprocate. he just knows he can feel the distinct shape of eito's cock through the fabric of his bottoms, furthering his heated predicament. ]
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Hm. You want me to stop?
[ Eito hums to himself as though pondering something, all while repeating the rolling motion with his fingers. He acts nonchalant about it, deft fingers moving in slow motions, but the way he doesn't relent is very much deliberate. ]
Where have I heard that before...? Strange, I'm getting déjà vu.
[ The last time Takumi told him to stop, during the experiment... well. A lot happened from that point on. ]
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[ he cringes hearing the quivery noise that interrupts his reply, red brows drawing up in dismay. takumi feels hot all over, and his back keeps arching and jolting despite demanding eito stop touching his chest. is it the material of eito's glove? or is this just inherently sensitive to him? takumi doesn't know, and he's afraid to find out. it feels as if something forbidden is being pried open. he shouldn't like this. ]
It felt weird back then, but this—ah... is definitely weird. I—I'm not a—
[ '—a girl' doesn't make it past his lips, but it may as well have. and yes, takumi is absolutely a hypocrite; why could he fondle eito this way but not experience the reverse? possibly realizing this, he makes a frustrated sound and tries again. ]
...Like I said, you can't...
[ so, why is he so out of breath, then? ]
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[ There's an unreadable smile on his lips, one that reveals nothing about his intentions. And then: ]
In that case, I'll let up. After all, the last thing I want is for you to not enjoy yourself...
[ So Eito does just that, giving Takumi's chest a slow and lingering parting caress before drawing back completely and sitting up. Admittedly, it's hard to tear himself away when his body only wants more, but Eito is convinced it will be even harder for Takumi.
Hehe. ]
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takumi swallows thickly and searches eito's features. there's something he wants to say, but... ]
Aotsuki...
[ because eito has sat up, takumi's hands have fallen away and landed on his chest. he curls his fingers into his hoodie. ]
Can I ask you something? You can't make fun of me.
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Anything, Takumi-kun. What is it?
[ And his voice? Syrupy sweet, practically dripping with kindness and consideration. ]
:)
[ there's a lingering pause, and faintly, takumi's hoodie rustles as he digs his fingers further into the fabric. ]
...How do two guys do it?
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After a beat, he clears his throat, brows drawn together. The tips of his ears have turned pink all over again. Embarrassing. Stupid. ]
Well...
[ This is. Not what he expected. At all. He is both mortified (for Takumi, or for himself?) and endeared, a complicated mix of contrasting emotions. ]
I could answer, but... first, can you tell me why you're asking?
[ ❤️ ]
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takumi absentmindedly fiddles with his hoodie. ]
I can guess how it goes, but... I figure that, um... there's more to it. It's not like how I imagine being with a girl is.
[ his inability to speak clearly causes his cheeks to blister. ]
...I want to do it with you.
[ and then compulsively: ]
Sorry.
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You're apologizing for wanting to... have sex with me.
[ Said slowly, just to clarify. ]
How so very like you, Takumi-kun.
[ Eito promised not to make fun of him, and he's not. It just really is so, so Takumi. So hideously awkward, it's charming. ]
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I know how it works, at least in theory, but if you wanted to go... all the way, then there's certain, ah, items that we lack.
[ Of course, the Gift-O-Matic can produce anything, but the logistics of getting there... well, they both have predicaments. Not only that, but if anyone saw them, deeply uncomfortable questions would be raised. ]
1/2
2/2
...Does that mean you accept me, Aotsuki?
[ from beneath eito, he slowly sits up. ]
We can get whatever later if you want.
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Something squeezes in his chest. Eito really is weak for him, isn't he? A soft, genuine smile curves his lips. ]
Of course it does. Obviously.
[ When he said he'd devote himself to him, he meant it in just about every way possible. And truth be told, Eito wants this, too. Wants to be accepted, wants to be wanted.
Backing off, he gives Takumi some room to sit up. ]
I thought you knew that already, but I suppose I can remind you as many times as it takes until you get it through that thick head of yours.
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takumi's smile softens, and then he wiggles his feet. ]
Thanks.
[ he peers up from beneath his lashes for a second or two before reaching out to grasp eito's hand. takumi then tugs on it a little, urging eito closer. ]
I'm still, uh... you know. [ sheepish. ] Did you want to stop?
[ as eito put it, they can 'go all the way' next time. ]
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His lips part in surprise when his hand is tugged, but he's quick to regain his composure and follow Takumi's lead, nudging him back until he's situated against the arm of the couch again. It's hard to know where to put his long limbs, but eventually Eito settles for propping himself up by the elbow to hover over him. One hand makes its way over to the drawstring of Takumi's hoodie, though he misses a few times, grasping at air. ]
Mm... I'll leave that up to you, but I'm more than willing.
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(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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