[ he isn't the most horny guy around, so he can't imagine himself reading flowery smut novels. takumi will take eito's word for it. ]
I wonder why they're in the library, though.
[ pursing his lip, he shrugs off his jacket and tosses it—sorry, eito—aside before stepping past eito and plopping onto the mattress. naturally, this nudges eito along to follow after. ]
The only stuff I read like that were eroge... But I was forced to and they were kind of weird.
That's true. And they did teach you... I'll have be grateful for that.
[ for takumi, his memories of darumi's eroge are saturated in embarrassment. he'd just about been peeking through his fingers at the screen, too unsure what he was looking at to decide it was actually attractive or not. there were definitely naked bodies, but... lots of strange situations, too. her tastes were really out there.
but there is something novel about eito reading romance novels...
takumi makes a small hrm of acknowledgement and tightens his grip on eito's hand. ]
How do you want me?
[ probably takumi's most unintentionally erotic line ever. ]
[ Oh! Just like that, splotchy pink blooms on his cheeks and forehead, all the blood in his body rushing to his face. That was... a lot more straightforward than he expected from Takumi. ]
I—
[ Eito sort of flounders for a few seconds, his brain taking its sweet time to finish assessing the situation, stuck buffering for the second time since Takumi entered the room. How is he even supposed to answer that question? About a thousand different mental images flash through his mind in rapid succession, every single one of them too obscene and salacious to describe. ]
L-Lie on your back. Wait, here—
[ He unlaces their fingers and shifts, reaching over Takumi to grab a pillow from the head of the bed. There are still pillows for him to lie on, but this one should be used for— ]
Tuck this underneath your thighs.
[ A pause. Then, he rakes a hand through his hair, lips curved into a thoughtful frown. ]
Or, on second thought, maybe, ah... Maybe we should undress first.
[ truthfully, takumi hadn't expected eito to fluster. he tilts his head a little, curiously eying the flush in eito's face—even his forehead, too, takumi notes—and listening to him struggle to piece together his thoughts. when eito settles on their clothes needing to be removed, takumi blinks once before nodding. ]
Oh. Okay, I can do that.
[ he isn't fussed about stripping despite the fact their last two sexual encounters occurred nearly clothed. takumi has seen eito's chest already from prior exploration, and the same can be said for eito with takumi's, too. as for what's beyond that, lower... no, takumi hasn't taken it into consideration yet.
with a horrid amount of nonchalance, he reaches for his hoodie and tugs his over his head to reveal pale, soft skin and little angularity. the influence of artificial light for a majority of his life and small stints of training have left takumi not overly masculine. cute, if anything. he then undoes his belt, fiddling with it for a second or two, and pulls it free. takumi's jeans come next, and now—huh. does he take off his boxers? ]
Aotsuki, these, too?
[ takumi has tiny hips and a small ass, so his boxers are just as petite. the fabric is interwoven with navy plaid. ]
[ Uselessly, Eito doesn't budge an inch as Takumi undresses as though they've done this plenty of times. He can't see, of course, but he can hear the rustle of fabric, followed by the sound of a belt unbuckling and then a zipper. The flush on his face doesn't go anywhere.
It's only fair that he undresses, too, but Eito feels frozen, helpless to do anything but imagine what Takumi might look like right now.
The worst part about all of this is how casual Takumi sounds. Is this really not such a big deal for him? Is he crazy? He feels crazy. ]
The pillow is so you're comfortable while I'm—[ He swallows thickly. ]—while I'm inside.
[ It's a small miracle that his voice doesn't crack on that last part. Thank God. He's so fixated on the damn pillow that Eito neglects to answer Takumi's first question. ]
It should help with achieving the proper angle, too. Supposedly.
[ whatever carefree attitude takumi had before evaporates, and he balls his hands into fists and covers his chest a little. the gesture isn't because he's hiding—not strictly—but more in line with self-defense. ]
I thought you were—uh, no, I was going to be the one...
[ that's the only reason he wasn't freaking out!
being told to lie down seemed normal, and, yeah, the pillow confused him, but takumi really did assume eito was just going to maybe s-sit on him or something...
no one laugh; takumi isn't that imaginative and he's stupid. ]
[ Trailing off, Eito takes a slow, deep breath. Reassesses the situation. And then, after a beat, he moves to reach for Takumi, extending an arm out until one slender finger presses against Takumi's bare chest. With that, he gives him a nudge backward, gentle yet firm. ]
How about we just let things play out naturally? You know, see where it goes. Nothing is out of the question.
[ Okay, that last part is a lie to make Takumi feel better. But still. ]
[ eito can't see it, but takumi's face reddens as he gets closer, and once that finger pokes his bare skin... his skin ripples with gooseflesh. he suppresses a shiver, moving back some despite how gentle the pressure against his chest is.
hmph. ]
...I guess it's okay. I did say that.
[ eito is the saving grace here; takumi's pride has been protected and thoroughly hoodwinked. ]
I'll... [ he glances at the bed from the corner of his eye, suddenly self-conscious. ] I'll lay down and wait for you.
[ a pause, and then: ]
I'm taking off the bottoms, too.
[ relieved that eito can't see, takumi drops his boxers and ignores the fluttering in his stomach as he settles onto the mattress, crawling his way up to the top before flattening out in the middle. the strange pillow thing is there, and after giving it a dubious look, takumi does decide to use it properly. ]
[ His stomach does a little flip at the sound of Takumi's boxers coming off, a shaky, anticipatory exhale escaping him. But, not wanting to keep Takumi waiting, Eito stands up and begins to undress, starting with his jacket. He makes sure the e-reader is still secure in its front pocket as he unzips it and shrugs it off his shoulders, and then sets the garment aside at the foot of the bed. Next comes the white shirt underneath, which he pulls up and over his head, feeling all too aware of Takumi's watchful eyes on him. It joins the jacket, and lastly, Eito slides his pants and black briefs off.
For now, the gloves stay on. His glasses, too. ]
Thank you for waiting.
[ Perhaps it's an awkward thing to say, but it feels right, and he crawls onto the bed to make his way over to Takumi. Their bare legs brush along the way, his knee grazing the inside of Takumi's thigh, and that alone feels electrifying. In the end, Eito ends up with both his hands planted on either side of Takumi's head.
This feels different from the last time, and that was different from the first time. There have been so many new experiences in the past couple of weeks. ]
[ with nothing else to do now, obviously takumi is going to look at eito. the first two articles of clothing removed are something he can handle fine—he does get a good view of eito's slender waist, though—and takumi doesn't think too much of it. however, when it comes to his pants, it suddenly becomes a lot harder to stare. what did eito say before, that takumi must ogle him? yet, takumi only gets a small glimpse of the kind of undergarment eito is wearing before he quickly turns his head to the side and glares at the wall.
...it that silly? maybe. but takumi isn't the kind of person to want to make someone nervous, so he naturally tries to behave himself. not to say that he isn't curious; eito has mostly done all the work between them, which has left him with just a vague memory of what eito actually looks like below the belt.
once the bed shifts and it becomes evident that eito is making himself comfortable above takumi, he turns his cheek again and peers up. takumi tries not to squirm; rather than the slanted angle he had against the arm of the sofa, now he's completely under eito... ]
[ Somehow, that comment eases his lingering nerves, and Eito breathes out a huff of a laugh. Cute. ]
Wow, such a gentleman. I could have sworn I felt your eyes on me, but perhaps my perception was off.
[ Then, he dips his head down so he can murmur into Takumi's ear. ]
In a situation like this, there's nothing else left for us to hide from each other, is there? We're both completely exposed. So... there's no need to hold back.
[ takumi's response is delivered as a lame stammer. ]
Y-Yeah. Right.
[ from above him, eito's long, soft hair has fallen forward somewhat to frame his face, his dark glasses obscuring the view of his closed eyelids. takumi doesn't mind that, instead more focused on how pretty he looks and the gentle the slope of his neck and shoulders. the fact eito covers up as much as he does when he has such an appealing figure... no, it's not a shame; takumi doesn't want anyone else seeing eito bare at this point.
shy, takumi's eyes dart around for a second before he hesitantly reaches out to rest the flat of his palm against eito's broad chest. his skin feels warm, smooth, and takumi just about deludes himself into thinking he can discern eito's heartbeat. ]
[ Takumi's voice should be as grating as everyone else's, in theory, but at this point, he's adapted to it, and hearing his name on Takumi's lips like that is enough to make him shiver. Eito is content to let him touch, even as his heartbeat stutters a few times. This time around, he doesn't flinch when Takumi's hand touches his skin. ]
[ eito has leaned in close enough that his face is near takumi's ear, but that's a bit inconvenient for what takumi wants to do next. he wiggles a little under eito, nails lightly digging into eito's skin as if to anchor himself, before moving down to— ]
Sorry, [ he breathes against eito's neck, almost hurried. ] Don't be mad.
[ and before eito can react, takumi sinks his teeth into the dip between eito's neck and collarbone. it's a nip at first, unsure, maybe careful, before pressure is quickly and earnestly applied. takumi doesn't relent despite the inevitable sting; he is determined to leave a blemish. ]
[ If Takumi hadn't acted so quickly afterward, Eito might have gently chided him for apologizing too much. Of course, that doesn't happen. Instead... ]
What are you—nngh!
[ The question dies on his lips. ]
You little...!
[ Angry is the wrong word for his tone of voice, but whatever familiar, well-worn insult he planned to utter doesn't come out. Instead, reacting on instinct, Eito turns his head to the side, giving Takumi easier access to his skin. There are countless ways he could overpower Takumi and put a stop to this, but... for now, he allows it to happen. It's his fault for letting his guard down so easily. That, and as new as this is, the shock of it feels good, somehow. ]
[ whether it's a complaint or insult or something else, takumi ignores it in favor of continuing to suckle a bruise into eito's skin. it's relatively easy, pale as eito is, but there's still an urge to commit to the point where it'll blossoms beyond a simple ruddy hue. takumi separates only after he's satisfied before burying in further and biting a second time, closer to the right now and slightly higher. this one is accompanied by a wet, lurid sound, reminiscent of a messy kiss. ]
...Aotsuki, [ he mumbles upon pulling back, the hand on eito's chest pawing at him to keep him close. ] These won't go away easily.
[ it's impossible for eito not to feel any pain, nor the saliva and heat of takumi's tongue. ]
Tomorrow, they'll still be there. No matter what happens.
[ takumi transitions to the left now to leave his final mark. the hesitation from before is long gone; he bites into eito with purpose, gnawing flesh between his teeth until it pleasantly burns. ]
[ Oh, it definitely hurts, all right, but in a delicious sort of way. In the face of Takumi's assault, Eito is rendered to do nothing but take it, body wracked with shudders and breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps. ]
Haah... Are you staking your claim on me, Takumi-kun? I never realized you were so—possessive—
[ It's hard to talk, let alone think. Maybe he should be mad, given that Takumi is taking what he wants like this with no regard for Eito's own wishes. As it stands, though, Eito only derives a twisted sort of pleasure from it. Instinctively, his hips jerk forward a few times. ]
Y-You're like—a mindless animal.
[ Pot, meet kettle.
'No matter what happens'... Eito can't deny that he likes the sound of that. Of belonging to Takumi, no matter how things play out. ]
[ eito's observation sends a thrill of arousal into takumi's stomach, and he bites down harder, aggressively dragging his tongue over the blemish to both soothe and irritate the skin. the abuse echoes that of repeated kisses, wet and intense, until a slick, dirty click resounds between them upon takumi pulling back to review his work. takumi's last mark is the worst of the three; he'd broken a few of eito's capillaries like this, tiny red dots scattered around the hickey itself. nasty as it is, takumi is excited to see it.
he ignores a prickle of embarrassment and leans in to press apologetic kisses to each bruise. then, he nuzzles his head against eito. ]
Maybe I am... I don't know.
[ possessive and a mindless animal, that is. ]
But you're marked now. These won't fade for a while.
[ the palm pressed against eito's chest caresses him and reaches around to grasp the side of his ribs. ]
[ In the gentle aftermath of the onslaught, Eito is left panting, the deep flush on his face only a few shades lighter than the color of the hickeys. With a shaky hand, he reaches down to touch one of the areas Takumi's mouth had been pressed to. The spot his fingers land on is wet with Takumi's saliva, which is how he knows he found one of the marks.
For a few seconds, he considers removing his glove, just so he can feel the skin better. Thinks about pressing down on it and igniting another spark of pain. But he doesn't. ]
I see.
[ There's curiosity palpable in his tone. With Takumi underneath him and touching him like that, it's all too easy to rearrange their limbs and change their positions. Without any sort of warning, Eito braces both his hands against Takumi's small shoulders before rolling them both over so that they're both lying on their sides, facing each other. From there, he glides a hand down to Takumi's hip and squeezes, while the other one drops to feel across the expanse of his own neck and collarbones until he's touching another one of the bites Takumi left, this one the most blatant. ]
What do the marks look like? Describe them to me. I'd like to know.
[ startled, takumi makes a little grunt of surprise when rolled over. he lands comfortably on his side, staring up at eito as he situates himself in front of takumi, a gloved hand reaching up to search for one of the many marks takumi left behind. when eito finds the most recent, he massages it under his fingers. takumi... almost feels bad. however, the desire to leave a remnant of himself behind on eito is stronger than any potential guilt.
eito's other hand settles on takumi's trim hip, and takumi releases a soft breath from the squeeze there. instinctively, he shifts closer. ]
Ugly.
[ he's honest. ]
I didn't hold back. They're already turning purple... and you can see where I pressed my teeth. [ takumi stares at the one visible between eito's fingers. it's darker than the others, burst blood vessels and imprints most visible. ] The one you're touching looks the worst. I think I almost made you bleed...
[ despite that, eito's staggered breathing hadn't been lost on takumi. it'd lingered in his ears as he marred eito's perfect skin. ]
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[ he isn't the most horny guy around, so he can't imagine himself reading flowery smut novels. takumi will take eito's word for it. ]
I wonder why they're in the library, though.
[ pursing his lip, he shrugs off his jacket and tosses it—sorry, eito—aside before stepping past eito and plopping onto the mattress. naturally, this nudges eito along to follow after. ]
The only stuff I read like that were eroge... But I was forced to and they were kind of weird.
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I would imagine so. But unlike eroge, I believe the novels were meant to be romantic.
[ As opposed to mindless horny slop. ]
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[ for takumi, his memories of darumi's eroge are saturated in embarrassment. he'd just about been peeking through his fingers at the screen, too unsure what he was looking at to decide it was actually attractive or not. there were definitely naked bodies, but... lots of strange situations, too. her tastes were really out there.
but there is something novel about eito reading romance novels...
takumi makes a small hrm of acknowledgement and tightens his grip on eito's hand. ]
How do you want me?
[ probably takumi's most unintentionally erotic line ever. ]
eito moe nuke
I—
[ Eito sort of flounders for a few seconds, his brain taking its sweet time to finish assessing the situation, stuck buffering for the second time since Takumi entered the room. How is he even supposed to answer that question? About a thousand different mental images flash through his mind in rapid succession, every single one of them too obscene and salacious to describe. ]
L-Lie on your back. Wait, here—
[ He unlaces their fingers and shifts, reaching over Takumi to grab a pillow from the head of the bed. There are still pillows for him to lie on, but this one should be used for— ]
Tuck this underneath your thighs.
[ A pause. Then, he rakes a hand through his hair, lips curved into a thoughtful frown. ]
Or, on second thought, maybe, ah... Maybe we should undress first.
OOGH
Oh. Okay, I can do that.
[ he isn't fussed about stripping despite the fact their last two sexual encounters occurred nearly clothed. takumi has seen eito's chest already from prior exploration, and the same can be said for eito with takumi's, too. as for what's beyond that, lower... no, takumi hasn't taken it into consideration yet.
with a horrid amount of nonchalance, he reaches for his hoodie and tugs his over his head to reveal pale, soft skin and little angularity. the influence of artificial light for a majority of his life and small stints of training have left takumi not overly masculine. cute, if anything. he then undoes his belt, fiddling with it for a second or two, and pulls it free. takumi's jeans come next, and now—huh. does he take off his boxers? ]
Aotsuki, these, too?
[ takumi has tiny hips and a small ass, so his boxers are just as petite. the fabric is interwoven with navy plaid. ]
And do I still need the pillow...?
[ why though. ]
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It's only fair that he undresses, too, but Eito feels frozen, helpless to do anything but imagine what Takumi might look like right now.
The worst part about all of this is how casual Takumi sounds. Is this really not such a big deal for him? Is he crazy? He feels crazy. ]
The pillow is so you're comfortable while I'm—[ He swallows thickly. ]—while I'm inside.
[ It's a small miracle that his voice doesn't crack on that last part. Thank God. He's so fixated on the damn pillow that Eito neglects to answer Takumi's first question. ]
It should help with achieving the proper angle, too. Supposedly.
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[ whatever carefree attitude takumi had before evaporates, and he balls his hands into fists and covers his chest a little. the gesture isn't because he's hiding—not strictly—but more in line with self-defense. ]
I thought you were—uh, no, I was going to be the one...
[ that's the only reason he wasn't freaking out!
being told to lie down seemed normal, and, yeah, the pillow confused him, but takumi really did assume eito was just going to maybe s-sit on him or something...
no one laugh; takumi isn't that imaginative and he's stupid. ]
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Are you serious, Takumi-kun? I genuinely can't tell whether or not you're joking.
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[ is it really that surprising??? ]
It's still possible, right? I mean, I—I can do it...!
[ sure. ]
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In theory, I suppose, but...
[ Trailing off, Eito takes a slow, deep breath. Reassesses the situation. And then, after a beat, he moves to reach for Takumi, extending an arm out until one slender finger presses against Takumi's bare chest. With that, he gives him a nudge backward, gentle yet firm. ]
How about we just let things play out naturally? You know, see where it goes. Nothing is out of the question.
[ Okay, that last part is a lie to make Takumi feel better. But still. ]
You asked me to look after you, remember?
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hmph. ]
...I guess it's okay. I did say that.
[ eito is the saving grace here; takumi's pride has been protected and thoroughly hoodwinked. ]
I'll... [ he glances at the bed from the corner of his eye, suddenly self-conscious. ] I'll lay down and wait for you.
[ a pause, and then: ]
I'm taking off the bottoms, too.
[ relieved that eito can't see, takumi drops his boxers and ignores the fluttering in his stomach as he settles onto the mattress, crawling his way up to the top before flattening out in the middle. the strange pillow thing is there, and after giving it a dubious look, takumi does decide to use it properly. ]
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[ His stomach does a little flip at the sound of Takumi's boxers coming off, a shaky, anticipatory exhale escaping him. But, not wanting to keep Takumi waiting, Eito stands up and begins to undress, starting with his jacket. He makes sure the e-reader is still secure in its front pocket as he unzips it and shrugs it off his shoulders, and then sets the garment aside at the foot of the bed. Next comes the white shirt underneath, which he pulls up and over his head, feeling all too aware of Takumi's watchful eyes on him. It joins the jacket, and lastly, Eito slides his pants and black briefs off.
For now, the gloves stay on. His glasses, too. ]
Thank you for waiting.
[ Perhaps it's an awkward thing to say, but it feels right, and he crawls onto the bed to make his way over to Takumi. Their bare legs brush along the way, his knee grazing the inside of Takumi's thigh, and that alone feels electrifying. In the end, Eito ends up with both his hands planted on either side of Takumi's head.
This feels different from the last time, and that was different from the first time. There have been so many new experiences in the past couple of weeks. ]
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...it that silly? maybe. but takumi isn't the kind of person to want to make someone nervous, so he naturally tries to behave himself. not to say that he isn't curious; eito has mostly done all the work between them, which has left him with just a vague memory of what eito actually looks like below the belt.
once the bed shifts and it becomes evident that eito is making himself comfortable above takumi, he turns his cheek again and peers up. takumi tries not to squirm; rather than the slanted angle he had against the arm of the sofa, now he's completely under eito... ]
It's different like this, huh...?
[ ...is takumi's sheepish observation. ]
Um, just so you know, I wasn't peeping on you.
[ That much, he silently adds. ]
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Wow, such a gentleman. I could have sworn I felt your eyes on me, but perhaps my perception was off.
[ Then, he dips his head down so he can murmur into Takumi's ear. ]
In a situation like this, there's nothing else left for us to hide from each other, is there? We're both completely exposed. So... there's no need to hold back.
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Y-Yeah. Right.
[ from above him, eito's long, soft hair has fallen forward somewhat to frame his face, his dark glasses obscuring the view of his closed eyelids. takumi doesn't mind that, instead more focused on how pretty he looks and the gentle the slope of his neck and shoulders. the fact eito covers up as much as he does when he has such an appealing figure... no, it's not a shame; takumi doesn't want anyone else seeing eito bare at this point.
shy, takumi's eyes dart around for a second before he hesitantly reaches out to rest the flat of his palm against eito's broad chest. his skin feels warm, smooth, and takumi just about deludes himself into thinking he can discern eito's heartbeat. ]
Aotsuki...
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[ Takumi's voice should be as grating as everyone else's, in theory, but at this point, he's adapted to it, and hearing his name on Takumi's lips like that is enough to make him shiver. Eito is content to let him touch, even as his heartbeat stutters a few times. This time around, he doesn't flinch when Takumi's hand touches his skin. ]
You can touch.
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[ eito has leaned in close enough that his face is near takumi's ear, but that's a bit inconvenient for what takumi wants to do next. he wiggles a little under eito, nails lightly digging into eito's skin as if to anchor himself, before moving down to— ]
Sorry, [ he breathes against eito's neck, almost hurried. ] Don't be mad.
[ and before eito can react, takumi sinks his teeth into the dip between eito's neck and collarbone. it's a nip at first, unsure, maybe careful, before pressure is quickly and earnestly applied. takumi doesn't relent despite the inevitable sting; he is determined to leave a blemish. ]
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What are you—nngh!
[ The question dies on his lips. ]
You little...!
[ Angry is the wrong word for his tone of voice, but whatever familiar, well-worn insult he planned to utter doesn't come out. Instead, reacting on instinct, Eito turns his head to the side, giving Takumi easier access to his skin. There are countless ways he could overpower Takumi and put a stop to this, but... for now, he allows it to happen. It's his fault for letting his guard down so easily. That, and as new as this is, the shock of it feels good, somehow. ]
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...Aotsuki, [ he mumbles upon pulling back, the hand on eito's chest pawing at him to keep him close. ] These won't go away easily.
[ it's impossible for eito not to feel any pain, nor the saliva and heat of takumi's tongue. ]
Tomorrow, they'll still be there. No matter what happens.
[ takumi transitions to the left now to leave his final mark. the hesitation from before is long gone; he bites into eito with purpose, gnawing flesh between his teeth until it pleasantly burns. ]
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Haah... Are you staking your claim on me, Takumi-kun? I never realized you were so—possessive—
[ It's hard to talk, let alone think. Maybe he should be mad, given that Takumi is taking what he wants like this with no regard for Eito's own wishes. As it stands, though, Eito only derives a twisted sort of pleasure from it. Instinctively, his hips jerk forward a few times. ]
Y-You're like—a mindless animal.
[ Pot, meet kettle.
'No matter what happens'... Eito can't deny that he likes the sound of that. Of belonging to Takumi, no matter how things play out. ]
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he ignores a prickle of embarrassment and leans in to press apologetic kisses to each bruise. then, he nuzzles his head against eito. ]
Maybe I am... I don't know.
[ possessive and a mindless animal, that is. ]
But you're marked now. These won't fade for a while.
[ the palm pressed against eito's chest caresses him and reaches around to grasp the side of his ribs. ]
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For a few seconds, he considers removing his glove, just so he can feel the skin better. Thinks about pressing down on it and igniting another spark of pain. But he doesn't. ]
I see.
[ There's curiosity palpable in his tone. With Takumi underneath him and touching him like that, it's all too easy to rearrange their limbs and change their positions. Without any sort of warning, Eito braces both his hands against Takumi's small shoulders before rolling them both over so that they're both lying on their sides, facing each other. From there, he glides a hand down to Takumi's hip and squeezes, while the other one drops to feel across the expanse of his own neck and collarbones until he's touching another one of the bites Takumi left, this one the most blatant. ]
What do the marks look like? Describe them to me. I'd like to know.
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eito's other hand settles on takumi's trim hip, and takumi releases a soft breath from the squeeze there. instinctively, he shifts closer. ]
Ugly.
[ he's honest. ]
I didn't hold back. They're already turning purple... and you can see where I pressed my teeth. [ takumi stares at the one visible between eito's fingers. it's darker than the others, burst blood vessels and imprints most visible. ] The one you're touching looks the worst. I think I almost made you bleed...
[ despite that, eito's staggered breathing hadn't been lost on takumi. it'd lingered in his ears as he marred eito's perfect skin. ]
Did it feel good?
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