[ 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. ]
Oh, it hurt, but in a distinctly pleasurable way. So, I suppose the answer is yes. It felt good.
[ Really good. So good it made his entire body tingle, but he doesn't tell Takumi that.
If Eito still had eyes, the look in them would be downright predatory as he leans in closer, ducking his head. His bangs brush against Takumi's cheek, mouth landing on the curve of Takumi's neck. Fortunately, it's exactly where he wants to be. He's getting better at figuring out where Takumi's body is without being able to see. Envisioning him, too, has gotten easier since the last time they were together. ]
It would be nice if we matched, though. Don't you think so?
[ That can come across as an innocent question, a suggestion, or a threat, depending on how Takumi reacts to the idea. Eito's tone is light and conversational, as though he's talking about some mundane topic or other, and like a promise, his lips ghost over Takumi's skin with every word. ]
You can do it, [ takumi mumbles, shivering as eito trails his lips over the exposed skin of his neck. ] I don't care if it hurts.
[ because like eito, takumi himself is a masochist, too.
still, with eito so close, he realizes he has nowhere to put his hands. it's after a pause that the arm he's laying on shifts so that he can grip the pillow under his head, the other threading through eito's soft hair. takumi can feel his heart pounding from anticipation already; he expects the mixture of pain and pleasure eito had admitted to experiencing, something sharp and arousing. he goes so far as to arch into eito's mouth, too, shifting close enough that his cock brushes against eito's hip. ]
Aotsuki...
[ he sounds breathless and eager. they haven't even started. ]
[ Eito buries his smile against Takumi's neck, even as a twinge of arousal surges through him. The shape of Takumi's cock grazing his hip doesn't go unnoticed, but for now, he focuses on the task at hand. ]
Okay. If you insist.
[ It comes out as little more than a whisper. And then, without any other warning, Eito dives in, greedily suckling at Takumi's skin, taking it from zero to one hundred in the span of about ten seconds. The hand grasping Takumi's hip gives a parting squeeze before gliding over it to the small of his back so he can nudge him even closer, so close their legs twine together. His other hand finds the back of Takumi's head and cradles it, weaving through his hair a few times as he presses the flat of his tongue against Takumi's neck and laps at it with little kitten licks.
Eito makes a quiet sound of want, as though he's desperate for more. And he is. He alternates between suckling, flicking his tongue, and using his teeth to nip at the skin, cycling through those three motions. Obviously, he can't see the hues blooming on Takumi's skin, but that doesn't matter to him. He presses onward, leaving a trail of marks that travels downward, making wet, lascivious noises the entire time. ]
[ the strangled sound that leaves takumi's throat is accidental, as is the jolt against eito and the shudder that travels down his spine. being on the receiving end is—nice. better than he would've imagined, to be honest. eito's teeth are one thing, but the sensation of his tongue, hot and slick, against his neck has takumi's breaths quivering. his features twist with pleasure, and he curls closer to eito in search of more.
he's certainly gentler than takumi had been, but there's something titillating about that, too—slow, methodical suckling.
eito occasionally nips, gnawing pristine, white teeth into takumi's flesh and following it up with a swipe of his tongue. is it any wonder that takumi can feel pangs of arousal gathering in his groin? it's a relief that eito also pulls takumi closer, because it gives takumi the ability to subtly grind against what he can of eito himself. it might be his lower belly that's getting the most friction due to their height difference. ]
K-keep—it coming...
[ his command resembles feeble encouragement instead, interrupted by a hitch scarcely concealing a moan. ]
[ Each needy noise Takumi makes fuels Eito's own arousal, and he nods against the curve of Takumi's neck, all too happy to acquiesce. Long fingers run through Takumi's hair again before giving a few locks a sharp yank, as though he could drag Takumi even closer that way—but he can't. There's nowhere else for Takumi to go, really.
As Takumi ruts against his lower stomach, the shape of his arousal feeling like a promise of what's to come, Eito's hips hitch forward a few times, instinctively searching for skin-to-skin contact. It won't come as a surprise that he's hard by now, too, his cock resting heavy against his abdomen. ]
Once these marks fade, we'll both have to make new ones.
[ Eito breathes hotly against his ear before starting on a new blemish, tugging Takumi's skin into his mouth with his teeth and running his tongue over it in the same methodical way he has been up until this point. ]
[ the sting from having his hair pulled causes takumi to gasp, eyes closing tight and back subtly arching. a mantra of harder harder please pounds in his head. he would've never thought that pain could feel so alluring; the soul experiment had been the catalyst. it's not like eito is doing anything particularly egregious, either. rather, the sensations he's providing are sharp but affectionate, each bite laden with his feelings for takumi and the heat of his desire.
takumi swallows and curls his fingers a little tighter in eito's hair, though not to pull himself free from the assault. it's security, a silent urging to continue to mar takumi's skin. eito's own arousal—warm, nudging against takumi and heavy—doesn't go unnoticed. ]
I—I promise... [ a heavy breath. ] You're mine now, Aotsuki.
[ possessive as always.
he tilts his head down to inhale the floral and lovely scent of eito's shampoo, letting it overwhelm his senses. then, takumi intentionally grinds against eito now, a quiet, needy sound catching in his throat. ]
[ Eito nuzzles his cheek against him before pressing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to his shoulder. ]
No one else could ever hope to satisfy me... It has to be you, Takumi-kun.
[ For a moment, the only sound in the room is their heavy breathing. Eito's mouth has traveled past his shoulder and down to Takumi's upper chest by now, where he's diligently working on leaving more scattered love bites. There's no rhyme or reason to them, no pattern, but the sheer number of marks is impressive.
When Eito lifts his head to speak again, his bottom lip is swollen and cherry-red from the effort of using it to mark Takumi's skin. His voice has a raspy quality to it, too, and his glasses are completely askew. The only reason he doesn't remove them at this point is out of consideration for Takumi's comfort, not knowing whether he'd prefer them on or off. ]
Reach into the nightstand drawer for me, the top one. The stuff is in there.
[ By the stuff, Eito obviously means the Items, which are... wait for it... a small bottle of lube and some condoms. The nightstand is on Takumi's current side of the bed, so it only makes sense to ask him to fetch them. That, and Eito is curious to finally see what his reaction will be like. He did go out of his way to make these, after all! ]
[ takumi's once unblemished skin is a thing of the past; no, eito has utterly ruined him. some of the marks smart worse than others, while a few individual ones here and there have this numb, warm tingling left over, like he can still feel eito's tongue stroking him. takumi has also been left breathless under eito's undivided attention, lashes half-mast and flushed down to his shoulders. it takes some effort for him to register that he's been directed to do something.
he gives eito a heated look—it's really unfair he can't unexpectedly kiss him—before releasing a harsh breath and sitting up. ]
'Kay. [ takumi is surprised by the raw quality in his voice. ] Hold on.
[ he squirms away from eito to pull back the first drawer as instructed, leaning forward to peer into the darkness within. he's not quite sure what he'll find, but he assumes the items mentioned are things they can't go without. eito had to specially craft them in the first place; they have to be important. ]
...Ah.
[ well—okay. um.
situated on a small cloth is a bottle of liquid and a few random sharply-cut squares. it takes a second to recognize the oily stuff is lubricant, whereas picking up the condoms and feeling the shape through the sleeve is what confirms their identity instead. takumi... has never seen either of these before. holding them in his hands cements the reality of the situation—eito and takumi will have sex, properly and thoroughly. ]
I-I got it.
[ takumi curses the fragile stammer that bleeds in his reply, red to the tips of his ears. he knows eito can't see, so he carefully rips open one of the packages before placing the circle into eito's gloved hand. his touch lingers a little longer than necessary. ]
[ Eito smiles sweetly as he accepts the unwrapped condom, enamored by the stammer in Takumi's voice. ]
There should be lubricant there, too. I'll need that, as well.
[ It's not like he's ever done anything like this before, but Takumi is relying on him. Condoms aren't usually involved in the smutty romance scenes from his novels, but Eito has already pushed too many of his cleanliness-related compulsions aside for the sake of sexual experimentation, so condom it is. ]
Lie on your back again for me. [ A pause. ] Oh, and don't forget the pillow.
[ The brief interaction from earlier about who's topping comes to mind. Maybe Takumi forgot about it? Eito certainly hopes so. If not, he'll just have to keep wearing him down until he accepts reality. ]
[ flushing pleasantly, takumi passes over the lubricant, too. ]
Ah, okay. Here you go.
[ honestly......... he did kind of forget.
the inherent surprise and embarrassment from seeing the items eito crafted blanked his mind a bit, resulting in an effortless obedience and slight awe. takumi doesn't hesitate in situating himself on the bed again because of it. the pillow slots under his hips and he settles back without question. the only reason he isn't shy about exposing himself to eito like this—legs admittedly open and arousal apparent—is because eito can't ogle him in the way he probably wants to.
regardless, takumi still rests his hands over his chest once comfortable. he may be without his hoodie, but the desire to make sweaterpaws is pretty much instilled in him.
eito should know he's ready by the motionlessness of the mattress. ]
[ Hearing the mattress settle, Eito sucks in a breath, doing his best to imagine what Takumi must look like right now. It really is a shame that he can't see the display before him. If the circumstances were different, Eito would be drinking in the sight of him. ]
Spread your legs.
[ Not knowing that they're already spread... Eito settles on his knees, kneeling before Takumi and setting the condom to the side, for now. Then, he uncaps the bottle of lubricant, but visibly hesitates. ]
For this part, you may need to guide my hand. I don't want to end up smearing lubricant all over your stomach if I miss.
[ There's a somewhat sheepish quality to his voice. Bottle clutched in one hand, Eito reaches out with the other and lands on Takumi's abdomen. For a brief stretch of time, he's content to simply caress him, slowly dragging his gloved fingers over his waist. Feeling out Takumi's body, he glides his hand over to one hip, then moves to the opposite side to caress the other, getting the sense for how small and thin he is. From there, his hand travels downward... until two fingers are brushing over tip of Takumi's arousal. It's no accident, nor should it be a surprise, but it still takes a second for his brain to catch up. ]
Ah.
[ A shaky inhale, then exhale. The heat is palpable through his glove. ]
[ whether it's bad to think this or not, it's up for debate, but takumi finds eito's helplessness endearing. that sentiment doesn't prevent him for releasing a soft breath once eito begins to feel out his lower body, though. heat gathers under his skin as eito tries to figure out what body parts are where, and he accidentally twitches when one of eito's gloved hands brushes his cock. takumi had softened slightly since retrieving everything, but somehow such an innocuous touch reignites the flame.
he chuckles shyly to himself and reaches down to grasp the back of eito's knuckles. then, ignoring the fluttering in his stomach, he brings those fingers down between his inner thighs. takumi doesn't have the nerve to press eito into the indentation there exactly, but the shape lightly ghosting eito's fingers should be familiar enough. ]
This is what you're going for, right?
[ eito's blindness puts some power back in takumi's position; he doesn't feel completely useless. ]
[ Eito's breath hitches as Takumi guides him with his hand, stomach doing little somersaults. It's unbearably arousing, the way Takumi is so willing to be open for him. ]
So helpful...
[ Eito makes a mental note of precisely where Takumi had guided him before drawing back just enough to squeeze a generous amount of lubricant onto the fingers Takumi had held. The bottle is then set aside. The realization that he'll have to switch out his gloves later occurs to him, distantly, but it's no real concern. With his other hand now free, it grabs at Takumi's thigh, greedy, just to hold on to something. Eito feels like he can't bear to not be touching him at all times. ]
Tell me if you don't like it.
[ Not tell me if it hurts, because he knows Takumi can handle it. That doesn't mean Eito is aiming to hurt him with this, of course, but Takumi isn't the type to shy away from pain. Not liking the feeling is another thing entirely.
With that, Eito nudges one finger inside up to the knuckle, waits a few seconds... and then adds a second to join it. Again, knowing all too well Takumi can handle this much. If he couldn't, Takumi wouldn't interest him as much as he does.
Warmth doesn't encapsulate what Eito feels. Rather, it's heat, all-consuming. Tightness, too—Takumi is really, really tight, and just the vague thought of being inside him later makes his dick twitch. Eito grips his thigh tighter and waits, sussing out how Takumi feels by his breathing, what sounds he makes, anything at all. ]
[ even if takumi is mentally prepared, his body isn't. and with the way eito grips his thigh and essentially keeps his legs apart, it becomes very obvious that he's going to be out of his element. his gaze decidedly turns to the ceiling to try and keep himself relaxed.
the first finger... is fine. there's not much to feel, not really. just a vague and strange sensation, like something's off but not entirely unpleasant. in fact, it gives takumi the false impression that the following finger will be the same. surely, if he can handle this, it won't be much different moving forward?
however... this quickly turns out to be untrue.
his thighs unintentionally twitch around eito's hand the instant he is penetrated, his features stiffening in a mixture of discomfort and confusion. takumi isn't sure what to think. it's not bad... but it definitely feels unusual. he bears it until eito has slotted in fully, and then breathes out to attempt adjusting. takumi can't help it, but he naturally clamps down on the intrusion—tight, just like eito can feel. of course it'd be that way; he's never put anything inside himself. yet, it still doesn't occur to takumi that something larger than this will take its place. he's still... a few steps behind in his head. ]
I think... you can move.
[ although he sounds uncertain, takumi tilts his hips slightly to encourage eito to continue. ]
[ Takumi doesn't sound too sure, but Eito is content to go with the flow, accepting the wordless encouragement. His gloved fingers flex inside him a few times, and then he retracts them both, dragging them out slowly...
... before thrusting both back in at once without further warning, knuckle-deep again. The motion jostles Takumi's entire body, not to mention the mattress. Eito knows he's supposed to look for a certain angle rather than mindlessly thrust, so he does, stretching Takumi very thoroughly as he searches inside of him. It's a bit difficult with Takumi clenching around him, but that doesn't deter Eito, who drags the pads of his fingers over Takumi's insides over and over, curling them every time it's too tight to continue.
It's not so unlike what he did to Takumi's chest cavity, that first time. Not as rough, but with just as much intent. ]
[ his startled sound is forced out his mouth before he can stifle it, trim hips lifting and being pressed back with the force of eito's thrust. he immediately flushes hot out of embarrassment. this—is it supposed to feel like this? whatever lofty musings he had before are already being shoved aside, all senses focusing on the slight sear and stretch of eito's fingers flexing inside him. full, takumi's pinched expression swiftly softens and his brows upturn, lips parting as soft and shallow breaths fill the space between them.
it's inevitable that eito—with fingers larger than takumi's, slender and long—would eventually grind into the wall lining takumi's prostate. takumi doesn't even know such a thing exists, so imagine his surprise when a sudden dull, thick throb of arousal floods his groin. the pleasure is very different than any he has felt in his dick; rather, the pang is distinctly heavy. ]
A-Aotsuki, [ he stammers, and his hand blindly reaches down to touch the one eito has around his thigh. takumi isn't trying to alert eito or make him stop; he wants grounding, some kind of reassurance. ] Something's—I don't know—
[ another grind, but this one directly causes takumi to loudly gasp, voice cusping on the edge of a cry. ]
[ Eito can't help the fond smile that curves his lips, even as he rubs his thumb over Takumi's hand in a soothing circle. ]
It's all right. I've got you. [ A breathless little laugh escapes. ] Feels good, doesn't it?
[ With an obscene, wet sound, Eito thrusts his fingers in and out once more, angling for what he now recognizes as Takumi's prostate. He's utterly relentless in the way he teases it with his fingers, scarcely giving Takumi time to breathe. ]
And soon, it will be...
[ He trails off, cryptic, though surely Takumi knows what comes next in this scenario. Surely he doesn't need to paint a mental picture for him; he can put the pieces together on his own. The thought of burying himself inside that tight heat has Eito trembling with anticipation, but he pushes his impatience to the side. This needs to last. It needs to mean something. ]
[ he opens his mouth to respond—possibly ask what's causing him to feel so weak—but eito redoubles his efforts and focuses on that tender spot. takumi's question transitions into a quivering moan, and he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment to try and bear the onslaught of pleasure. unfortunately, loud, hilting noises keep tumbling out of him; he can't stop them despite his best efforts. the heat in his face goes so far as to cause his eyes to prick with repressed tears.
Why...?
takumi curls his fingers tighter around the top of eito's hand and helplessly nods. again, he remembers eito would not be able to notice, so he speaks up. his tone is a lot more fragile, a bit thin and delicate and miserably aroused. ]
Yeah, a-ahh... [ the small moan the follows is an accident. takumi squeezes tighter around eito's fingers from the humiliation, walls undulating once, before he wills himself to relax. three, he reminds himself; there's still one more to go. ] It's fine... g-go slowly...
[ his head lolls to one side as he braces for it, peering down from between narrowed lashes to view eito's pleased face. ]
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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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[ Really good. So good it made his entire body tingle, but he doesn't tell Takumi that.
If Eito still had eyes, the look in them would be downright predatory as he leans in closer, ducking his head. His bangs brush against Takumi's cheek, mouth landing on the curve of Takumi's neck. Fortunately, it's exactly where he wants to be. He's getting better at figuring out where Takumi's body is without being able to see. Envisioning him, too, has gotten easier since the last time they were together. ]
It would be nice if we matched, though. Don't you think so?
[ That can come across as an innocent question, a suggestion, or a threat, depending on how Takumi reacts to the idea. Eito's tone is light and conversational, as though he's talking about some mundane topic or other, and like a promise, his lips ghost over Takumi's skin with every word. ]
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[ because like eito, takumi himself is a masochist, too.
still, with eito so close, he realizes he has nowhere to put his hands. it's after a pause that the arm he's laying on shifts so that he can grip the pillow under his head, the other threading through eito's soft hair. takumi can feel his heart pounding from anticipation already; he expects the mixture of pain and pleasure eito had admitted to experiencing, something sharp and arousing. he goes so far as to arch into eito's mouth, too, shifting close enough that his cock brushes against eito's hip. ]
Aotsuki...
[ he sounds breathless and eager. they haven't even started. ]
I want it.
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Okay. If you insist.
[ It comes out as little more than a whisper. And then, without any other warning, Eito dives in, greedily suckling at Takumi's skin, taking it from zero to one hundred in the span of about ten seconds. The hand grasping Takumi's hip gives a parting squeeze before gliding over it to the small of his back so he can nudge him even closer, so close their legs twine together. His other hand finds the back of Takumi's head and cradles it, weaving through his hair a few times as he presses the flat of his tongue against Takumi's neck and laps at it with little kitten licks.
Eito makes a quiet sound of want, as though he's desperate for more. And he is. He alternates between suckling, flicking his tongue, and using his teeth to nip at the skin, cycling through those three motions. Obviously, he can't see the hues blooming on Takumi's skin, but that doesn't matter to him. He presses onward, leaving a trail of marks that travels downward, making wet, lascivious noises the entire time. ]
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[ the strangled sound that leaves takumi's throat is accidental, as is the jolt against eito and the shudder that travels down his spine. being on the receiving end is—nice. better than he would've imagined, to be honest. eito's teeth are one thing, but the sensation of his tongue, hot and slick, against his neck has takumi's breaths quivering. his features twist with pleasure, and he curls closer to eito in search of more.
he's certainly gentler than takumi had been, but there's something titillating about that, too—slow, methodical suckling.
eito occasionally nips, gnawing pristine, white teeth into takumi's flesh and following it up with a swipe of his tongue. is it any wonder that takumi can feel pangs of arousal gathering in his groin? it's a relief that eito also pulls takumi closer, because it gives takumi the ability to subtly grind against what he can of eito himself. it might be his lower belly that's getting the most friction due to their height difference. ]
K-keep—it coming...
[ his command resembles feeble encouragement instead, interrupted by a hitch scarcely concealing a moan. ]
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As Takumi ruts against his lower stomach, the shape of his arousal feeling like a promise of what's to come, Eito's hips hitch forward a few times, instinctively searching for skin-to-skin contact. It won't come as a surprise that he's hard by now, too, his cock resting heavy against his abdomen. ]
Once these marks fade, we'll both have to make new ones.
[ Eito breathes hotly against his ear before starting on a new blemish, tugging Takumi's skin into his mouth with his teeth and running his tongue over it in the same methodical way he has been up until this point. ]
Promise me, Takumi-kun.
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takumi swallows and curls his fingers a little tighter in eito's hair, though not to pull himself free from the assault. it's security, a silent urging to continue to mar takumi's skin. eito's own arousal—warm, nudging against takumi and heavy—doesn't go unnoticed. ]
I—I promise... [ a heavy breath. ] You're mine now, Aotsuki.
[ possessive as always.
he tilts his head down to inhale the floral and lovely scent of eito's shampoo, letting it overwhelm his senses. then, takumi intentionally grinds against eito now, a quiet, needy sound catching in his throat. ]
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[ Eito nuzzles his cheek against him before pressing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to his shoulder. ]
No one else could ever hope to satisfy me... It has to be you, Takumi-kun.
[ For a moment, the only sound in the room is their heavy breathing. Eito's mouth has traveled past his shoulder and down to Takumi's upper chest by now, where he's diligently working on leaving more scattered love bites. There's no rhyme or reason to them, no pattern, but the sheer number of marks is impressive.
When Eito lifts his head to speak again, his bottom lip is swollen and cherry-red from the effort of using it to mark Takumi's skin. His voice has a raspy quality to it, too, and his glasses are completely askew. The only reason he doesn't remove them at this point is out of consideration for Takumi's comfort, not knowing whether he'd prefer them on or off. ]
Reach into the nightstand drawer for me, the top one. The stuff is in there.
[ By the stuff, Eito obviously means the Items, which are... wait for it... a small bottle of lube and some condoms. The nightstand is on Takumi's current side of the bed, so it only makes sense to ask him to fetch them. That, and Eito is curious to finally see what his reaction will be like. He did go out of his way to make these, after all! ]
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he gives eito a heated look—it's really unfair he can't unexpectedly kiss him—before releasing a harsh breath and sitting up. ]
'Kay. [ takumi is surprised by the raw quality in his voice. ] Hold on.
[ he squirms away from eito to pull back the first drawer as instructed, leaning forward to peer into the darkness within. he's not quite sure what he'll find, but he assumes the items mentioned are things they can't go without. eito had to specially craft them in the first place; they have to be important. ]
...Ah.
[ well—okay. um.
situated on a small cloth is a bottle of liquid and a few random sharply-cut squares. it takes a second to recognize the oily stuff is lubricant, whereas picking up the condoms and feeling the shape through the sleeve is what confirms their identity instead. takumi... has never seen either of these before. holding them in his hands cements the reality of the situation—eito and takumi will have sex, properly and thoroughly. ]
I-I got it.
[ takumi curses the fragile stammer that bleeds in his reply, red to the tips of his ears. he knows eito can't see, so he carefully rips open one of the packages before placing the circle into eito's gloved hand. his touch lingers a little longer than necessary. ]
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[ Eito smiles sweetly as he accepts the unwrapped condom, enamored by the stammer in Takumi's voice. ]
There should be lubricant there, too. I'll need that, as well.
[ It's not like he's ever done anything like this before, but Takumi is relying on him. Condoms aren't usually involved in the smutty romance scenes from his novels, but Eito has already pushed too many of his cleanliness-related compulsions aside for the sake of sexual experimentation, so condom it is. ]
Lie on your back again for me. [ A pause. ] Oh, and don't forget the pillow.
[ The brief interaction from earlier about who's topping comes to mind. Maybe Takumi forgot about it? Eito certainly hopes so. If not, he'll just have to keep wearing him down until he accepts reality. ]
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Ah, okay. Here you go.
[ honestly......... he did kind of forget.
the inherent surprise and embarrassment from seeing the items eito crafted blanked his mind a bit, resulting in an effortless obedience and slight awe. takumi doesn't hesitate in situating himself on the bed again because of it. the pillow slots under his hips and he settles back without question. the only reason he isn't shy about exposing himself to eito like this—legs admittedly open and arousal apparent—is because eito can't ogle him in the way he probably wants to.
regardless, takumi still rests his hands over his chest once comfortable. he may be without his hoodie, but the desire to make sweaterpaws is pretty much instilled in him.
eito should know he's ready by the motionlessness of the mattress. ]
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Spread your legs.
[ Not knowing that they're already spread... Eito settles on his knees, kneeling before Takumi and setting the condom to the side, for now. Then, he uncaps the bottle of lubricant, but visibly hesitates. ]
For this part, you may need to guide my hand. I don't want to end up smearing lubricant all over your stomach if I miss.
[ There's a somewhat sheepish quality to his voice. Bottle clutched in one hand, Eito reaches out with the other and lands on Takumi's abdomen. For a brief stretch of time, he's content to simply caress him, slowly dragging his gloved fingers over his waist. Feeling out Takumi's body, he glides his hand over to one hip, then moves to the opposite side to caress the other, getting the sense for how small and thin he is. From there, his hand travels downward... until two fingers are brushing over tip of Takumi's arousal. It's no accident, nor should it be a surprise, but it still takes a second for his brain to catch up. ]
Ah.
[ A shaky inhale, then exhale. The heat is palpable through his glove. ]
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he chuckles shyly to himself and reaches down to grasp the back of eito's knuckles. then, ignoring the fluttering in his stomach, he brings those fingers down between his inner thighs. takumi doesn't have the nerve to press eito into the indentation there exactly, but the shape lightly ghosting eito's fingers should be familiar enough. ]
This is what you're going for, right?
[ eito's blindness puts some power back in takumi's position; he doesn't feel completely useless. ]
Just... a little lower.
[ that part comes out more sheepish. ]
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So helpful...
[ Eito makes a mental note of precisely where Takumi had guided him before drawing back just enough to squeeze a generous amount of lubricant onto the fingers Takumi had held. The bottle is then set aside. The realization that he'll have to switch out his gloves later occurs to him, distantly, but it's no real concern. With his other hand now free, it grabs at Takumi's thigh, greedy, just to hold on to something. Eito feels like he can't bear to not be touching him at all times. ]
Tell me if you don't like it.
[ Not tell me if it hurts, because he knows Takumi can handle it. That doesn't mean Eito is aiming to hurt him with this, of course, but Takumi isn't the type to shy away from pain. Not liking the feeling is another thing entirely.
With that, Eito nudges one finger inside up to the knuckle, waits a few seconds... and then adds a second to join it. Again, knowing all too well Takumi can handle this much. If he couldn't, Takumi wouldn't interest him as much as he does.
Warmth doesn't encapsulate what Eito feels. Rather, it's heat, all-consuming. Tightness, too—Takumi is really, really tight, and just the vague thought of being inside him later makes his dick twitch. Eito grips his thigh tighter and waits, sussing out how Takumi feels by his breathing, what sounds he makes, anything at all. ]
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the first finger... is fine. there's not much to feel, not really. just a vague and strange sensation, like something's off but not entirely unpleasant. in fact, it gives takumi the false impression that the following finger will be the same. surely, if he can handle this, it won't be much different moving forward?
however... this quickly turns out to be untrue.
his thighs unintentionally twitch around eito's hand the instant he is penetrated, his features stiffening in a mixture of discomfort and confusion. takumi isn't sure what to think. it's not bad... but it definitely feels unusual. he bears it until eito has slotted in fully, and then breathes out to attempt adjusting. takumi can't help it, but he naturally clamps down on the intrusion—tight, just like eito can feel. of course it'd be that way; he's never put anything inside himself. yet, it still doesn't occur to takumi that something larger than this will take its place. he's still... a few steps behind in his head. ]
I think... you can move.
[ although he sounds uncertain, takumi tilts his hips slightly to encourage eito to continue. ]
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[ Takumi doesn't sound too sure, but Eito is content to go with the flow, accepting the wordless encouragement. His gloved fingers flex inside him a few times, and then he retracts them both, dragging them out slowly...
... before thrusting both back in at once without further warning, knuckle-deep again. The motion jostles Takumi's entire body, not to mention the mattress. Eito knows he's supposed to look for a certain angle rather than mindlessly thrust, so he does, stretching Takumi very thoroughly as he searches inside of him. It's a bit difficult with Takumi clenching around him, but that doesn't deter Eito, who drags the pads of his fingers over Takumi's insides over and over, curling them every time it's too tight to continue.
It's not so unlike what he did to Takumi's chest cavity, that first time. Not as rough, but with just as much intent. ]
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[ his startled sound is forced out his mouth before he can stifle it, trim hips lifting and being pressed back with the force of eito's thrust. he immediately flushes hot out of embarrassment. this—is it supposed to feel like this? whatever lofty musings he had before are already being shoved aside, all senses focusing on the slight sear and stretch of eito's fingers flexing inside him. full, takumi's pinched expression swiftly softens and his brows upturn, lips parting as soft and shallow breaths fill the space between them.
it's inevitable that eito—with fingers larger than takumi's, slender and long—would eventually grind into the wall lining takumi's prostate. takumi doesn't even know such a thing exists, so imagine his surprise when a sudden dull, thick throb of arousal floods his groin. the pleasure is very different than any he has felt in his dick; rather, the pang is distinctly heavy. ]
A-Aotsuki, [ he stammers, and his hand blindly reaches down to touch the one eito has around his thigh. takumi isn't trying to alert eito or make him stop; he wants grounding, some kind of reassurance. ] Something's—I don't know—
[ another grind, but this one directly causes takumi to loudly gasp, voice cusping on the edge of a cry. ]
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It's all right. I've got you. [ A breathless little laugh escapes. ] Feels good, doesn't it?
[ With an obscene, wet sound, Eito thrusts his fingers in and out once more, angling for what he now recognizes as Takumi's prostate. He's utterly relentless in the way he teases it with his fingers, scarcely giving Takumi time to breathe. ]
And soon, it will be...
[ He trails off, cryptic, though surely Takumi knows what comes next in this scenario. Surely he doesn't need to paint a mental picture for him; he can put the pieces together on his own. The thought of burying himself inside that tight heat has Eito trembling with anticipation, but he pushes his impatience to the side. This needs to last. It needs to mean something. ]
Ready for a third?
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Why...?
takumi curls his fingers tighter around the top of eito's hand and helplessly nods. again, he remembers eito would not be able to notice, so he speaks up. his tone is a lot more fragile, a bit thin and delicate and miserably aroused. ]
Yeah, a-ahh... [ the small moan the follows is an accident. takumi squeezes tighter around eito's fingers from the humiliation, walls undulating once, before he wills himself to relax. three, he reminds himself; there's still one more to go. ] It's fine... g-go slowly...
[ his head lolls to one side as he braces for it, peering down from between narrowed lashes to view eito's pleased face. ]
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