[Not that he's planning to this time, but anything to get Arataka's imagination rolling. Shigeo ran his hand up and down Reigen's bare back, enjoying their contact.]
[He just smiles. Because he doesn't feel bad at all for Arataka. Instead, Shigeo just keeps gently touching his partner, hand traveling lower and lower, rubbing over Reigen's hip over the borrowed pants.]
[ hitting send on an email, then resting his chin on his hand. his phone’s still open to the rental listings, but he’s looking at them without really seeing them for now. ]
That reminds me ... once we get back to work, you could probably use a crash course in some of the massage stuff. It might come in handy for your workouts too.
I used to think about it... like... in high school I would daydream about walking hand-in-hand with someone I love, and living with them, and getting old together...
[ reigen never really entertained thoughts like those, to be honest. not that he thought he’d be alone forever either, he just ... he’s always been proud of wanting different things from life than the average schmuck. and before mob he wasn’t exactly a romantic.
but the ordinary things are good too. obviously. he stretches out in his sprawl and waggles his phone, which is still on the apartment listings. ]
Well, we’re one for three so far, working on the second ... I think we’re making pretty good time.
[ local man bad at hearing tone, glancing back down when his phone buzzes with a confirmation email. look, if drunk reigen or reigen on one™ is any indicator he can go from 0 to down bad pretty fast, but he’s also perfectly happy just lounging and using his handsome buff future husband as a sexy armchair. who knew relationships could be so easy? ]
[If Shigeo didn't know better, he might have thought that Reigen was teasing him on purpose.
But that's fine, words weren't always reliable. Actions made things clearer. Shifting a bit, Shigeo pulled Reigen's hips up, sitting the man more in his lap, which would certainly be clear enough. But just to be sure, Shigeo leaned in and started nibbling at Reigen's throat.]
[All the cute pet names make him happy. Not that he was slowing down what he was doing - he was curiously feeling at Reigen's skin, experimenting with aura. Instead of just letting the energy flow, he thought he'd try gently touching and pressing, like an extra pair of hands, up and down Reigen's thighs...]
[ the sweats are loose and comfortable, but not loose enough to actually fit another set of hands inside, which is part of what makes the touch a bit strange. that and the slight strange warmth of it, still different from human skin. reigen shifts against him, biting his lip. ]
W-well ... if you didn’t, you could always tell me. But--I like doing it.
[ it feels good, is the problem. if mob were anyone else it might be neutral pressure, sensation, no different from reigen giving himself a squeeze on the thigh for whatever reason. but it is him, some fundamentally mob essence to the phantom pressure that reigen’s body recognises instinctively now--and the idea that mob can touch him inside his clothes too, whenever he wants, that’s, oh no. ]
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... the teeth, I suppose ... but the aura helped. [ and then, with quick playful grin: ] Heh, I wonder if that counts as cheating.
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[Not that he's planning to this time, but anything to get Arataka's imagination rolling. Shigeo ran his hand up and down Reigen's bare back, enjoying their contact.]
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You’re a handful today, huh.
[ not that reigen minds, exactly. look, he’s so busy, so productive even when a certain stupid handsome someone is trying to distract him! ]
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That reminds me ... once we get back to work, you could probably use a crash course in some of the massage stuff. It might come in handy for your workouts too.
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[Touching Arataka is a no brainer, but a customer??]
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[ grinning lazily sideways at him, chin on hand. ]
In that case we’ll just make sure you know how to give a decent backrub. We won’t be young forever, Mob.
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[He'll lovingly spoil Arataka well into their old years... ahh... a warm pink covers his face. Growing old with Arataka was romantic...]
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Oh? You’re thinking about the future, huh?
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[ the sharp edge to his grin softens a little. ]
You’re the only person I’ve thought about it with.
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[Softie, huge big softie romantic.]
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but the ordinary things are good too. obviously. he stretches out in his sprawl and waggles his phone, which is still on the apartment listings. ]
Well, we’re one for three so far, working on the second ... I think we’re making pretty good time.
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[He laughs a little at the wiggling around, resting his hands on Arataka's hips.]
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[ kisses his neck too, idly. ]
Yeah. Me too.
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...I want you, Taka...
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[ local man bad at hearing tone, glancing back down when his phone buzzes with a confirmation email. look, if drunk reigen or reigen on one™ is any indicator he can go from 0 to down bad pretty fast, but he’s also perfectly happy just lounging and using his handsome buff future husband as a sexy armchair. who knew relationships could be so easy? ]
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But that's fine, words weren't always reliable. Actions made things clearer. Shifting a bit, Shigeo pulled Reigen's hips up, sitting the man more in his lap, which would certainly be clear enough. But just to be sure, Shigeo leaned in and started nibbling at Reigen's throat.]
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[ hesitantly reaching over to put the phone on the nightstand, flushing at the touch of teeth to his skin. ]
Hey, honey.
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[All the cute pet names make him happy. Not that he was slowing down what he was doing - he was curiously feeling at Reigen's skin, experimenting with aura. Instead of just letting the energy flow, he thought he'd try gently touching and pressing, like an extra pair of hands, up and down Reigen's thighs...]
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W-well ... if you didn’t, you could always tell me. But--I like doing it.
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What if he feels at Reigen's inner thighs? Can he pull a new fun sound from him? Experimenting is fun.]
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[ it feels good, is the problem. if mob were anyone else it might be neutral pressure, sensation, no different from reigen giving himself a squeeze on the thigh for whatever reason. but it is him, some fundamentally mob essence to the phantom pressure that reigen’s body recognises instinctively now--and the idea that mob can touch him inside his clothes too, whenever he wants, that’s, oh no. ]
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