[ Up until this moment, he never thought hearing his name on someone's lips could sound so beautiful. Eito has never been more aroused in his life, and the feeling grows headier and more intoxicating with every passing moment. How is this even real? ]
If you insist, then...
[ With a tremulous breath, Eito does just that and gives Takumi exactly what he asked for, pulling out nearly all the way before rocking back in with a near-punishing thrust. His expression is focused, glasses askew and brows knit and lips parted in pleasure as he repeats the motion again mere seconds later. ]
You feel so... s-so incredible.
[ Hot and tight and inviting. The mild discomfort from before ebbs as Takumi's body begins to grow used to the intrusion, welcoming him inside. It's a stupid, cliche thought, but Eito is pretty sure their bodies were made for each other, and the thought that they could have been doing this sooner frustrates him to no end. It pisses him off, how the logistics have been so screwed up from the start, how the chances of this happening to begin with were so slim that it took a winding path of mishaps to make it this far at all.
His stupid glitch pisses him off, too.
It's not the right time for self-pity, and Eito doesn't indulge in it further. What he does do, though, is channel all the time they have to make up for and snap his hips so hard on the next thrust that he practically folds Takumi in half, the bed groaning in protest. A bead of sweat slides down his neck as his hands clench and unclench the sheets beside Takumi's head. ]
[ the next two thrusts scatter the barely formulated thoughts in takumi's head. he couldn't think even if he wanted to, not with eito stirring him, filling him up so deeply that takumi wouldn't be surprised if there was a subtle rise beneath his belly. his entire body is feverishly hot, and he figures that if he touched his cock now, he might accidentally cum just from the slightest of stimulation. that doesn't stop takumi from envisioning a reality where eito does touch him, however; they'd been neglecting his dick up until this point. what would eito think if he knew how wet takumi was?
helpless, takumi stares stupidly up at eito when it appears eito is gathering himself up, bewildered but ultimately craving more of whatever eito can give him. then, without so much of a warning, eito suddenly applies his horrendous strength and—fuck.
the moan that is dragged out of takumi is far too lustful and girlish for his liking. his expression crumples completely from the severity of eito's thrust, bent in half and toes curling above eito's broad shoulders. his gasps are thin and high. ]
D-Deep—ah, Aotsuki—keep going, please...
[ takumi claws at eito's back and whimpers. ]
You can be rough with me... I like it. Mess me up.
[ That's all Takumi gets as a warning before Eito decides to obey him, go ahead, and do his best to utterly wreck him. Eito continues on like that, punishing and relentless, keeping Takumi folded in that position and not letting up. One hand searches blindly until coming into contact with Takumi's head and cradling it, dragging his fingers through his hair, alternating between harsh tugs and gentler caresses.
Eito has neglected to touch him, that much is true. So without ceasing the movements of his hips, he finally reaches down between them, runs his hand over Takumi's chest, then down over his stomach, and then— ah. Yes, that's what he was looking for.
Takumi's precum practically soaks through his entire glove. It's disgusting and arousing and Eito actually laughs, a hoarse and throaty sound. Not once does he stop, buried to the hilt and rolling his hips, easily grinding against Takumi's sweet spot over and over. It hardly takes any effort at all, really, even though sweat is matting his sideswept bangs to his forehead. He's never given much, if any, thought to his size before, but it sure is convenient for something like this... ]
Oh, Takumi-kun... [ He drawls, giving his cock a slow, deliberate tug. ] You're this wet for me? Really? How long have you been waiting to be touched like this...?
[ Eito knows all too well how long he's been waiting, but he asks anyway, wanting to hear more of Takumi's borderline-incoherent babbling. The way Takumi claws at his back only spurs him on, and god, he hopes there are scratch marks to remember this by when it's all over. As though they hadn't done a significant number on each other already. ]
the deliberate and careful way in which eito had been fucking him open is abandoned in favor of ruthlessly driven thrusts, each one scrambling takumi's brain further and making him stupider. he truly tried to stifle his moaning at first, but humiliating noises are being forced out of him now, a string of ah ah Aotsuki more good Aotsuki harder please spilling free and filling the heated space between them. takumi didn't know he could sound like this, debauched, if not utterly wanton.
his voice, once boyish, low, has transitioned into something moist and honeyed by the time eito fondles his cock. ]
'm sorry, [ takumi slurs, head lolling to one side as he helplessly jolts into eito's hand. his resistance to grinding upwards cause his inner thighs to quiver. takumi also hates the fact he just gets more turned on hearing the slick sound between eito's fingers. ] You didn't—mmh, have to t-touch me—
[ despite his self-deprecation, takumi thinks he'll die if eito doesn't stroke him properly. a fresh bead of precum pearls in his desperation. ]
But—if you do, I'll—
[ he doesn't finish his sentence, ending it instead with a pathetic whine. ]
[ It's filthy and lurid and music to his ears. All of it—the wanton cries of his name, the wet, slick sounds echoing off the walls, their ragged breathing, everything. ]
But you're practically begging to be touched. The way you're soaking my sheets with your bodily fluids right now proves it.
[ Eito uses his thumb to smear the fresh precum around with a mildly amused grin. Of course, he knows Takumi won't last if he jerks him off in earnest. That's why he restrains himself to lazy, careless flicks of his thumb, just on the edge of teasing. If Takumi starts trembling a little too much, he'll simply pull away, still his hips, and then start all over again with another barrage of stimulation the second Takumi calms down.
Not that Eito is unaffected by this. No, far from it. He wants to do everything he can to make it last, but he can feel the pleasure beginning to mount, too. Low gasps and high-pitched moans are interspersed between sentences, ones he doesn't bother trying to hold back. Takumi has heard it all already. ]
Ahh, if only you could see yourself... I don't need vision to know exactly how you look right now. Desperate, needy Takumi-kun, drooling and ruined. What would the others say, if they knew their precious Team Leader was nothing more than an incoherent mess?
[ The words flow out of him, a stark contrast to their affectionate back-and-forth from not long ago. This is, in its own twisted way, just as affectionate and loving, if not more so. Eito is well aware that Takumi likes this, could easily get off to it even if Eito wasn't buried inside him. ]
Hehe... But, don't worry. No one else will ever see you like this.
[ And Eito is all too happy to punctuate that with an equally-punishing thrust, paired with a sharp twist of his hand around Takumi's leaking cock. ]
[ eito's affectionate degradation and the illustration he paints of takumi potentially being seen like this—knees bent towards his chest and rim stretched thin, his cock drooling on his belly as he deliriously begs for eito to fuck him—sends a pang of panic through his body. it'd be bad; they'd lose all respect for him. he'd never be able to look them in the eyes again, let alone command them in battle. and yet, the humiliation feeds right into his masochistic streak. takumi fiercely clenches down on eito and chokes up.
he doesn't get a chance to protest, however, not when eito decides to assault him with a well-timed thrust and firm twist of the hand. takumi squeezes his eyes shut just as they roll back into his head. he is distantly aware he cries out, staggered and much too loud. was it eito's name? something incomprehensible?
...it'd be a miracle if no one outside heard it. ]
Ah... Ao—tsuki, [ takumi tries, and then he blearily flutters open his lashes to look up again. he sounds as though he's on the verge of tears. maybe he is, what with how the corners of his eyes are already wet with them. ] No one can see me like this... It's embarrassing. It has to be you.
[ daringly and without permission, he reaches down to grasp the back of eito's hand. then, with a hesitance too cute for his current position, he gently encourages eito to stroke him. takumi lifts his hips just a little in response and whimpers. he's saturated both himself and eito. ]
[ In contrast to his cruel, mocking tone, Eito kindly follows Takumi's lead and strokes him with a steady hand. His other hand caresses Takumi's cheek, gentle and adoring, thumbing his tears away. ]
He has no idea what possesses him to do it. He just—wants to. Takumi is so cute like this, so desperate and needy, he really can't help himself. It's chaste, and there's no tongue involved, but the taste is still awful.
There's feeling behind it, though. Things Eito doesn't know how to put into words. ]
T-Takumi-kun...
[ Takumi's name comes out as a breathy murmur against his lips, his hips still moving sloppily as he continues to stroke him. The touch is still gentle, but firm, with just the right amount of pressure. ]
I-I—
[ He won't last, but Takumi has to come first. It's only right. Eito promised to take care of him, to make this special. ]
[ takumi's overcome with a rush of exhilaration, brows briefly drawing up as eito clumsily presses their lips together. it doesn't matter to takumi that isn't deep nor searching; no, it's more than enough. beyond that. they had just barely glimpsed into their alternate lives, but the fact that this one, at last, had some sort of resolution—takumi thinks there's a part of him that's been healed.
his expression softens, and he smiles against eito despite the small bit of distance redrawn between them. everything feels warm. and when eito moves—takumi comes undone so effortlessly, perfectly pliable and welcoming. ]
I know, [ he breathes. takumi's voice pitches when he continues, lashes flutter and body becoming taut. ] Please—inside—
[ a final stroke has him spilling onto his belly with a lovely moan. ]
[ As soon as he feels Takumi clench around him, hearing the lovely sound of his climax, Eito lets go, grinding into Takumi with a few final, abortive thrusts, each one a little more shallow than the last.
And then... it's all over. There's a ringing in his ears as his awareness trickles back in waves. Gradually, his ragged panting quiets and his breathing evens out. Rather than giving in to the inexplicable urge to nuzzle up to him and, god forbid, cuddle, he draws back from Takumi a little, assessing the scene before him as best he can.
Eito's chest is splotchy and pink with his blush, and Takumi's spend paints his stomach. The marks Takumi made along his neck and collarbones are angry shades of red and purple. ]
Hah. We made a mess.
[ His voice is rough as gravel, startling to his own ears. It could be worse; when he shifts a little, no cum drips out of Takumi. Right—the condom. ]
But, to be fair, I do recall you telling me to mess you up...
[ those last few additional rocks of eito's hips do wonders to overstimulate takumi, and he weakly mewls as he endures both his ebbing orgasm and eito's fervent venture to fall apart with him. it's a relief when he does cum, because takumi gets to see eito's features as they crumple. he really is unfairly pretty... and knowing that eito belongs to him warms takumi from the inside out. maybe at one point, he would've been disappointed to not feel the heat of eito's seed, but not anymore.
eito's trembling subsides and then he adjusts, a husk in his tone that sends a prickle up takumi's back. he instantly flushes.
So, that's what Aotsuki sounds like after he...
no, no. don't think about that. the residual throb speaks for itself. ]
Hopefully no one notices anything.
[ takumi stares at the nasty teeth marks eito has all down his neck and collarbone, and then hastily glances down at himself, as well. he... is just as horribly marred. not only that, his stomach is spattered with his own release. ]
I'm telling you now, the bruises are already purple...
[ With a grimace, Eito pulls out. Then he removes the condom, ties it, and tosses it into the nearby wastebasket, which is thankfully right by the bed. He'll have to change out the trash later. And the sheets.
More problems for his future self, though. ]
Hey, Takumi-kun. [ A hum. ] If you're not too exhausted...
[ His lips curl into a sly smile, as though he's about to suggest something as indecent as round two. Takumi would probably die. ]
... Do you think you could set up the e-reader for me? I'd like to use it before bed.
if eito had demanded a round two, takumi probably would've passed out partway and ruined everything. ]
Ah, uh, yeah. I can.
[ he clears his throat and sits up, wincing slightly from the weird, somehow empty alien feeling now that eito's pull out. takumi then huffs out a breath and turns his upper body to reach for some tissues on the nightstand. ]
Do you need me to clean you up, too?
[ the sound of it being yanked out of the box can be heard. ]
I'll set up the e-reader in a second. Then, I gotta... s-shower. Or try to.
[ why is he embarrassed???? sure, lose his virginity, but using eito's shower makes him self-conscious? ]
[ Eito is a bit stubborn about being helped, at least with this particular issue. Following the sound, he reaches over Takumi to grab some tissues of his own. ]
That aside, why do you sound so hesitant about using my shower? I don't mind, so long as you don't use up all the hot water... Unless you're embarrassed?
[ takumi doesn't answer immediately but instead runs his unsullied fingers through his hair. ]
Because... that means I'm going to stay with you the night.
[ he doubts anyone cares at this point if he sleeps in eito's room. in fact, it's probably fairly obvious to the others that they've got something going on. ]
[ A pause. If Eito was truly mean, he could point out that all the noise Takumi had made may have given them away already... but he'll spare him, this time. Truthfully, Eito doesn't really want to think about their classmates' nosiness right now.
With a fond but weary sigh, he wipes his stomach off before finally removing both of his debauched gloves, not giving much thought to the fact that his bare hands will be exposed. ]
I was just quite literally inside of you, and that's only dawning on you now? Takumi-kun...
[ he's sentimental! and eito pointing out the other more explicit part is embarrassing, too. ]
I know... But this will be the first time we'll have slept together—that way, I mean.
[ takumi peeks over at eito from under his bangs, his gaze lingering on eito's hands as it always does. to think that eito kissed him earlier and actually doesn't mind sleeping beside takumi... they've really come far. despite it all, he feels butterflies. ]
I'll make it quick, okay? And I'll bring back one of the towelettes.
[ because eito is definitely the kind of person to keep sanitary wipes. ]
[ Though he can't see the proof of it, Eito can practically feel the heat of Takumi's blush radiating off of him from where he's perched on the bed. Cute. ]
In that case, I'll be waiting. There's a spare unused toothbrush under the sink, by the way.
[ This whole aftermath feels oddly domestic, and it's utterly surreal. Eito doesn't know how he should feel about it, but he's... peculiarly warm. ]
[ making a small hum of acknowledgement, takumi carefully gets off the bed—which, by the way, takes tremendous effort given how thoroughly eito wrecked him—and makes his way into eito's bathroom. there's no need to turn on the function that blurs the glass; it's not like eito will see him in here anyway. or that it matters to be begin with.
the shower is as quick as takumi said it'd be. eito unsurprisingly has a large number of different body washes lining the wall, and takumi ends up plucking up the one that eito appears to use the most. why? he'd never admit it, but the thought of smelling like eito's favorite scent is nice... and maybe it'd help alleviate his troubles once takumi actually gets in bed with him. he ignores his blush once he gets out and thoroughly brushes his teeth—again, another consideration he takes seriously.
takumi returns to eito's bedside with a moist towelette and gently hands it over. the soiled bedsheet has been pulled off and discarded already, which leaves the clean one beneath it. they feel cool against takumi's bare skin as he makes himself comfortable. ]
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If you insist, then...
[ With a tremulous breath, Eito does just that and gives Takumi exactly what he asked for, pulling out nearly all the way before rocking back in with a near-punishing thrust. His expression is focused, glasses askew and brows knit and lips parted in pleasure as he repeats the motion again mere seconds later. ]
You feel so... s-so incredible.
[ Hot and tight and inviting. The mild discomfort from before ebbs as Takumi's body begins to grow used to the intrusion, welcoming him inside. It's a stupid, cliche thought, but Eito is pretty sure their bodies were made for each other, and the thought that they could have been doing this sooner frustrates him to no end. It pisses him off, how the logistics have been so screwed up from the start, how the chances of this happening to begin with were so slim that it took a winding path of mishaps to make it this far at all.
His stupid glitch pisses him off, too.
It's not the right time for self-pity, and Eito doesn't indulge in it further. What he does do, though, is channel all the time they have to make up for and snap his hips so hard on the next thrust that he practically folds Takumi in half, the bed groaning in protest. A bead of sweat slides down his neck as his hands clench and unclench the sheets beside Takumi's head. ]
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helpless, takumi stares stupidly up at eito when it appears eito is gathering himself up, bewildered but ultimately craving more of whatever eito can give him. then, without so much of a warning, eito suddenly applies his horrendous strength and—fuck.
the moan that is dragged out of takumi is far too lustful and girlish for his liking. his expression crumples completely from the severity of eito's thrust, bent in half and toes curling above eito's broad shoulders. his gasps are thin and high. ]
D-Deep—ah, Aotsuki—keep going, please...
[ takumi claws at eito's back and whimpers. ]
You can be rough with me... I like it. Mess me up.
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[ That's all Takumi gets as a warning before Eito decides to obey him, go ahead, and do his best to utterly wreck him. Eito continues on like that, punishing and relentless, keeping Takumi folded in that position and not letting up. One hand searches blindly until coming into contact with Takumi's head and cradling it, dragging his fingers through his hair, alternating between harsh tugs and gentler caresses.
Eito has neglected to touch him, that much is true. So without ceasing the movements of his hips, he finally reaches down between them, runs his hand over Takumi's chest, then down over his stomach, and then— ah. Yes, that's what he was looking for.
Takumi's precum practically soaks through his entire glove. It's disgusting and arousing and Eito actually laughs, a hoarse and throaty sound. Not once does he stop, buried to the hilt and rolling his hips, easily grinding against Takumi's sweet spot over and over. It hardly takes any effort at all, really, even though sweat is matting his sideswept bangs to his forehead. He's never given much, if any, thought to his size before, but it sure is convenient for something like this... ]
Oh, Takumi-kun... [ He drawls, giving his cock a slow, deliberate tug. ] You're this wet for me? Really? How long have you been waiting to be touched like this...?
[ Eito knows all too well how long he's been waiting, but he asks anyway, wanting to hear more of Takumi's borderline-incoherent babbling. The way Takumi claws at his back only spurs him on, and god, he hopes there are scratch marks to remember this by when it's all over. As though they hadn't done a significant number on each other already. ]
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the deliberate and careful way in which eito had been fucking him open is abandoned in favor of ruthlessly driven thrusts, each one scrambling takumi's brain further and making him stupider. he truly tried to stifle his moaning at first, but humiliating noises are being forced out of him now, a string of ah ah Aotsuki more good Aotsuki harder please spilling free and filling the heated space between them. takumi didn't know he could sound like this, debauched, if not utterly wanton.
his voice, once boyish, low, has transitioned into something moist and honeyed by the time eito fondles his cock. ]
'm sorry, [ takumi slurs, head lolling to one side as he helplessly jolts into eito's hand. his resistance to grinding upwards cause his inner thighs to quiver. takumi also hates the fact he just gets more turned on hearing the slick sound between eito's fingers. ] You didn't—mmh, have to t-touch me—
[ despite his self-deprecation, takumi thinks he'll die if eito doesn't stroke him properly. a fresh bead of precum pearls in his desperation. ]
But—if you do, I'll—
[ he doesn't finish his sentence, ending it instead with a pathetic whine. ]
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But you're practically begging to be touched. The way you're soaking my sheets with your bodily fluids right now proves it.
[ Eito uses his thumb to smear the fresh precum around with a mildly amused grin. Of course, he knows Takumi won't last if he jerks him off in earnest. That's why he restrains himself to lazy, careless flicks of his thumb, just on the edge of teasing. If Takumi starts trembling a little too much, he'll simply pull away, still his hips, and then start all over again with another barrage of stimulation the second Takumi calms down.
Not that Eito is unaffected by this. No, far from it. He wants to do everything he can to make it last, but he can feel the pleasure beginning to mount, too. Low gasps and high-pitched moans are interspersed between sentences, ones he doesn't bother trying to hold back. Takumi has heard it all already. ]
Ahh, if only you could see yourself... I don't need vision to know exactly how you look right now. Desperate, needy Takumi-kun, drooling and ruined. What would the others say, if they knew their precious Team Leader was nothing more than an incoherent mess?
[ The words flow out of him, a stark contrast to their affectionate back-and-forth from not long ago. This is, in its own twisted way, just as affectionate and loving, if not more so. Eito is well aware that Takumi likes this, could easily get off to it even if Eito wasn't buried inside him. ]
Hehe... But, don't worry. No one else will ever see you like this.
[ And Eito is all too happy to punctuate that with an equally-punishing thrust, paired with a sharp twist of his hand around Takumi's leaking cock. ]
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he doesn't get a chance to protest, however, not when eito decides to assault him with a well-timed thrust and firm twist of the hand. takumi squeezes his eyes shut just as they roll back into his head. he is distantly aware he cries out, staggered and much too loud. was it eito's name? something incomprehensible?
...it'd be a miracle if no one outside heard it. ]
Ah... Ao—tsuki, [ takumi tries, and then he blearily flutters open his lashes to look up again. he sounds as though he's on the verge of tears. maybe he is, what with how the corners of his eyes are already wet with them. ] No one can see me like this... It's embarrassing. It has to be you.
[ daringly and without permission, he reaches down to grasp the back of eito's hand. then, with a hesitance too cute for his current position, he gently encourages eito to stroke him. takumi lifts his hips just a little in response and whimpers. he's saturated both himself and eito. ]
I wanted to hold out longer, but—
[ but he's weak. he's always been weak. ]
I'm close.
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[ Eito coos into his ear. ]
Ask nicely, and maybe I'll let you come.
[ In contrast to his cruel, mocking tone, Eito kindly follows Takumi's lead and strokes him with a steady hand. His other hand caresses Takumi's cheek, gentle and adoring, thumbing his tears away. ]
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Please.
[ takumi isn't above begging; far from it. as soon as the first word comes out, more quickly follow, though noticeably more breathless and eager. ]
Please, please... Aotsuki, please.
[ somehow, he feels as if he's done this before. maybe he has, in some far off timeline. ]
I can't take it anymore.
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He has no idea what possesses him to do it. He just—wants to. Takumi is so cute like this, so desperate and needy, he really can't help himself. It's chaste, and there's no tongue involved, but the taste is still awful.
There's feeling behind it, though. Things Eito doesn't know how to put into words. ]
T-Takumi-kun...
[ Takumi's name comes out as a breathy murmur against his lips, his hips still moving sloppily as he continues to stroke him. The touch is still gentle, but firm, with just the right amount of pressure. ]
I-I—
[ He won't last, but Takumi has to come first. It's only right. Eito promised to take care of him, to make this special. ]
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his expression softens, and he smiles against eito despite the small bit of distance redrawn between them. everything feels warm. and when eito moves—takumi comes undone so effortlessly, perfectly pliable and welcoming. ]
I know, [ he breathes. takumi's voice pitches when he continues, lashes flutter and body becoming taut. ] Please—inside—
[ a final stroke has him spilling onto his belly with a lovely moan. ]
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And then... it's all over. There's a ringing in his ears as his awareness trickles back in waves. Gradually, his ragged panting quiets and his breathing evens out. Rather than giving in to the inexplicable urge to nuzzle up to him and, god forbid, cuddle, he draws back from Takumi a little, assessing the scene before him as best he can.
Eito's chest is splotchy and pink with his blush, and Takumi's spend paints his stomach. The marks Takumi made along his neck and collarbones are angry shades of red and purple. ]
Hah. We made a mess.
[ His voice is rough as gravel, startling to his own ears. It could be worse; when he shifts a little, no cum drips out of Takumi. Right—the condom. ]
But, to be fair, I do recall you telling me to mess you up...
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eito's trembling subsides and then he adjusts, a husk in his tone that sends a prickle up takumi's back. he instantly flushes.
So, that's what Aotsuki sounds like after he...
no, no. don't think about that. the residual throb speaks for itself. ]
Hopefully no one notices anything.
[ takumi stares at the nasty teeth marks eito has all down his neck and collarbone, and then hastily glances down at himself, as well. he... is just as horribly marred. not only that, his stomach is spattered with his own release. ]
I'm telling you now, the bruises are already purple...
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[ With a grimace, Eito pulls out. Then he removes the condom, ties it, and tosses it into the nearby wastebasket, which is thankfully right by the bed. He'll have to change out the trash later. And the sheets.
More problems for his future self, though. ]
Hey, Takumi-kun. [ A hum. ] If you're not too exhausted...
[ His lips curl into a sly smile, as though he's about to suggest something as indecent as round two. Takumi would probably die. ]
... Do you think you could set up the e-reader for me? I'd like to use it before bed.
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if eito had demanded a round two, takumi probably would've passed out partway and ruined everything. ]
Ah, uh, yeah. I can.
[ he clears his throat and sits up, wincing slightly from the weird, somehow empty alien feeling now that eito's pull out. takumi then huffs out a breath and turns his upper body to reach for some tissues on the nightstand. ]
Do you need me to clean you up, too?
[ the sound of it being yanked out of the box can be heard. ]
I'll set up the e-reader in a second. Then, I gotta... s-shower. Or try to.
[ why is he embarrassed???? sure, lose his virginity, but using eito's shower makes him self-conscious? ]
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[ Eito is a bit stubborn about being helped, at least with this particular issue. Following the sound, he reaches over Takumi to grab some tissues of his own. ]
That aside, why do you sound so hesitant about using my shower? I don't mind, so long as you don't use up all the hot water... Unless you're embarrassed?
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Because... that means I'm going to stay with you the night.
[ he doubts anyone cares at this point if he sleeps in eito's room. in fact, it's probably fairly obvious to the others that they've got something going on. ]
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[ A pause. If Eito was truly mean, he could point out that all the noise Takumi had made may have given them away already... but he'll spare him, this time. Truthfully, Eito doesn't really want to think about their classmates' nosiness right now.
With a fond but weary sigh, he wipes his stomach off before finally removing both of his debauched gloves, not giving much thought to the fact that his bare hands will be exposed. ]
I was just quite literally inside of you, and that's only dawning on you now? Takumi-kun...
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I know... But this will be the first time we'll have slept together—that way, I mean.
[ takumi peeks over at eito from under his bangs, his gaze lingering on eito's hands as it always does. to think that eito kissed him earlier and actually doesn't mind sleeping beside takumi... they've really come far. despite it all, he feels butterflies. ]
I'll make it quick, okay? And I'll bring back one of the towelettes.
[ because eito is definitely the kind of person to keep sanitary wipes. ]
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In that case, I'll be waiting. There's a spare unused toothbrush under the sink, by the way.
[ This whole aftermath feels oddly domestic, and it's utterly surreal. Eito doesn't know how he should feel about it, but he's... peculiarly warm. ]
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the shower is as quick as takumi said it'd be. eito unsurprisingly has a large number of different body washes lining the wall, and takumi ends up plucking up the one that eito appears to use the most. why? he'd never admit it, but the thought of smelling like eito's favorite scent is nice... and maybe it'd help alleviate his troubles once takumi actually gets in bed with him. he ignores his blush once he gets out and thoroughly brushes his teeth—again, another consideration he takes seriously.
takumi returns to eito's bedside with a moist towelette and gently hands it over. the soiled bedsheet has been pulled off and discarded already, which leaves the clean one beneath it. they feel cool against takumi's bare skin as he makes himself comfortable. ]