[ the nickname, the low timbre of mob’s voice--reigen shudders, fingers curling tight against mob’s stupid gorgeous shoulders. he’s so hard. how long has he been hard? ]
[So he's curious... he tugs off Reigen's tie, unbuttons his shirt, all to soak in the sight of his partner. He'd seen Reigen bare-chested, but like this, trembling and sweating and heavily breathing... that's different. Interesting. He starts exploring Reigen's skin with his hands, feeling up his sides.]
[ reigen almost says really? before he realizes that isn’t much of a surprise at all. he already knew mob didn’t have much of a relationship history, and he’s not really the type to do this stuff casually either. ]
... i-it’s fine. Whatever pace you want, that’s ... that’s how we’ll ...
[ he swallows hard in lieu of being able to finish that sentence, shifting to help mob pull his shirt lower; he gets it down to his elbows, at least, and past his shoulders. the same flush blooming in his face spills down his throat, his chest. he doesn’t work out as hard as mob, but he’s always been lean, reasonably strong; he watches mob’s elegant white fingertips follow the faint delineations of muscle and rib under his skin, anticipation and nerves tight in his chest. god, even mob just looking at him makes his nipples hard. he’s never felt like this, ever. ]
[Reigen was so... expressive... it made Shigeo's attention fixate harder than he was used to. He just wanted to touch, to prod, to feel... his fingers went from rubbing with intent to fluttering lightly over skin, all while Shigeo focused curiously on him.
He doesn't notice that some things in the room are starting to float, just a little.]
[ a shaky thin sound escapes reigen as shigeo’s fingers trail down his sides. it’s fine, he can be patient, they don’t have to do anything mob finds he isn’t comfortable with--but god, the idea that there’s a future with those hands gripping, squeezing, pushing ...
he also hasn’t noticed the floating objects, yet. but he’s reaching up too, after a moment, to brush a gentle touch over the side of mob’s face, then into his hair, an idle caress, a slow curl of nails against his scalp. mob isn’t the only one who can’t resist a touch now and then.
[ reigen nuzzles into the touch and opens his mouth to him readily, breathing him in. the taste of him is centering, something that can keep reigen from flying off the handle with arousal. he keeps him there, his fingers still in mob’s faultlessly straight hair, and when their lips part for air he can’t help murmuring himself-- ]
[ he can glimpse in the corner of his eye the way mob’s ears turn red. he grins helplessly, then shuffles so mob can pull back and take his sweater off; for his own part he finishes shrugging off his shirt, barely taking his eyes off mob the whole time. ]
Oh, yes.
[ it comes out more salacious than he expects. but there is really no other appropriate reaction to the brick shithouse that is his fiance, his--his boyfriend, god, arataka, how did you con your way into this one--he leans back on his elbows for a second and just. looks. grinning, still. ]
[He is SO not used to being looked at like this... even if people, Reigen especially, have been doing that the whole time.
He glanced down at himself, then at Reigen's expression. He tries to speak, but no words really escape his mouth, too many thoughts fighting for purchase in his mind to even come close to making it into words.]
[ he can see in mob’s eyes the slight tumult. nothing to worry about, not really. reigen reaches up to touch his face again, the sharp edges to his leer going soft with ease. ]
[Honey. Shigeo gulps, feeling dizzy with how he was blushing... he liked that... he liked being called honey.
Hesitantly, Shigeo's hands went back to touching and exploring Reigen, feeling his skin, his arms and chest, head swimming but senses oh so focused on taking everything in.]
[ reigen isn’t half as exploratory yet--there’ll be time later, and it’s not like he hasn’t felt all those muscles pressed up against him in the dead of night already, albeit usually through shirts. he keeps petting mob’s hair lazily and letting himself be touched, curving his fingers down on occasion to squeeze over the firm muscles of his shoulder: delts, traps, things reigen hasn’t bothered to cultivate too intensely for himself but can certainly appreciate on the man above him. he’s still hard, tensing reflexively now and then under a tickling touch, but he’s mostly back to his senses. and happy, stupidly happy. ]
Then we’ll say goodbye to my security deposit, I guess.
[ maybe the more reigen gets used to it the less lackadaisical he’ll be about the potential for property damage. right now, though, he has a boyfriend to focus on.
he scrapes his nails lightly against the juncture of mob’s neck and shoulder, eyes tracking the light flushed marks they leave on mob’s pale skin. then he leans up, brushing a kiss over mob’s jaw and the soft skin under his ear, and then murmuring right in his ear next, his hand covering mob’s to guide it back against the muscle of his chest, over his beating heart-- ]
[ mob always brings out something honest and simple in him, when normally he talks and thinks in circles. his foot skims mob’s calf again absently, more touches that are more present than pressing; he flutters his own fingers in the dip between mob’s shoulderblades, covetous, lazy. ]
[ reigen leans up in a cling and laughs again, helplessly, against mob’s collarbone. he’s tired, this has been the longest day of his life, ten minutes ago he would’ve given anything for mob to fuck him but that absolutely takes a backseat to the fact that mob is--telling jokes. mob’s never told a joke. mob, his mob. he’s full of surprises. ]
[ no one’s ever said that to him before, not really. what do you even say to that? you make me happy too, as if that wasn’t already obvious. you make me better--reigen doesn’t know if that’s true, though; he doesn’t know if he’s a man capable of being better at all. i love you ... isn’t that obvious too? reigen lets out a long, slow breath against mob’s skin, shaky again in an effort to settle the emotions inside him--
and then he bites him, over the collarbone, a hot sharp nip ♥ ]
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millefolium2023-01-19 06:49 pm
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God. Please touch me.
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[So he's curious... he tugs off Reigen's tie, unbuttons his shirt, all to soak in the sight of his partner. He'd seen Reigen bare-chested, but like this, trembling and sweating and heavily breathing... that's different. Interesting. He starts exploring Reigen's skin with his hands, feeling up his sides.]
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... i-it’s fine. Whatever pace you want, that’s ... that’s how we’ll ...
[ he swallows hard in lieu of being able to finish that sentence, shifting to help mob pull his shirt lower; he gets it down to his elbows, at least, and past his shoulders. the same flush blooming in his face spills down his throat, his chest. he doesn’t work out as hard as mob, but he’s always been lean, reasonably strong; he watches mob’s elegant white fingertips follow the faint delineations of muscle and rib under his skin, anticipation and nerves tight in his chest. god, even mob just looking at him makes his nipples hard. he’s never felt like this, ever. ]
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He doesn't notice that some things in the room are starting to float, just a little.]
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he also hasn’t noticed the floating objects, yet. but he’s reaching up too, after a moment, to brush a gentle touch over the side of mob’s face, then into his hair, an idle caress, a slow curl of nails against his scalp. mob isn’t the only one who can’t resist a touch now and then.
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He pauses his exploration, gently touching Reigen's cheek. ... another kiss. He can't resist.]
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Mob ... I wanna touch you too, you know ...
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U-um... yes... a little, maybe.
[He'll lean back a bit so he has room to take off his turtleneck, pulling it over his head.]
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Oh, yes.
[ it comes out more salacious than he expects. but there is really no other appropriate reaction to the brick shithouse that is his fiance, his--his boyfriend, god, arataka, how did you con your way into this one--he leans back on his elbows for a second and just. looks. grinning, still. ]
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even if people, Reigen especially, have been doing that the whole time.He glanced down at himself, then at Reigen's expression. He tries to speak, but no words really escape his mouth, too many thoughts fighting for purchase in his mind to even come close to making it into words.]
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Hey, honey.
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Hesitantly, Shigeo's hands went back to touching and exploring Reigen, feeling his skin, his arms and chest, head swimming but senses oh so focused on taking everything in.]
Hey... Taka...
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Still good?
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N-not used to... being looked at like this... it's not bad, just. A lot--
[There's a slight 'tink!' sound in the corner of the room - a vertical crack going down one of the clay pots of a plant. Oops.]
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Now who’s cute?
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[Dissatisfied noise!!]
....What if I accidentally break your windows...
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[ maybe the more reigen gets used to it the less lackadaisical he’ll be about the potential for property damage. right now, though, he has a boyfriend to focus on.
he scrapes his nails lightly against the juncture of mob’s neck and shoulder, eyes tracking the light flushed marks they leave on mob’s pale skin. then he leans up, brushing a kiss over mob’s jaw and the soft skin under his ear, and then murmuring right in his ear next, his hand covering mob’s to guide it back against the muscle of his chest, over his beating heart-- ]
Here. Focus on me.
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That was easier, actually... giving attention, rather than receiving it. Focusing on Arataka, and his body, and his voice, and his feelings...]
Does it feel good...?
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[ mob always brings out something honest and simple in him, when normally he talks and thinks in circles. his foot skims mob’s calf again absently, more touches that are more present than pressing; he flutters his own fingers in the dip between mob’s shoulderblades, covetous, lazy. ]
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[Is... is he trying to be funny on purpose??? He cracked a joke???]
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Oh, yeah. That hurt, you know. Plus then I kept zapping stuff in the office all day after--
[ wait. ]
Wait. Did you just--?
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[A tiny, tiny smile. He was just trying not to psych himself out too much...]
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[He'll press a few kisses against Reigen's temple and his cheek, happy to cuddle. Reigen made him so...
Actually, why not say that out loud?]
You make me happy, Arataka...
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and then he bites him, over the collarbone, a hot sharp nip ♥ ]
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