i hold on when i get love and let go when i give it

[mediummmuhhh]

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[mediummmuhhh]

[ 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.

[lovesmilk]

...It can be a little embarrassing... touching someone I don't know very well...

[Touching Arataka is a no brainer, but a customer??]

[mediummmuhhh]

Ah ... yeah, I can see why you might not want to.

[ 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.

[lovesmilk]

That I don't mind... you were tossed so hard on your back at a few jobs already, you're going to get a bad back early.

[He'll lovingly spoil Arataka well into their old years... ahh... a warm pink covers his face. Growing old with Arataka was romantic...]

[mediummmuhhh]

[ reigen’s grin widens. ]

Oh? You’re thinking about the future, huh?

[lovesmilk]

Yeah...! You could tell?

[mediummmuhhh]

It’s all over your face, you big cutie. You’re only in your 20s ... you should worry about knocking out young people stuff first.

[lovesmilk]

But it's romantic, don't you think...?

[mediummmuhhh]

Hah ... sure. Yeah.

[ the sharp edge to his grin softens a little. ]

You’re the only person I’ve thought about it with.

[lovesmilk]

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...

[Softie, huge big softie romantic.]

[mediummmuhhh]

[ 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.

[lovesmilk]

I think so too. I'm happy...

[He laughs a little at the wiggling around, resting his hands on Arataka's hips.]

[mediummmuhhh]

Mmm.

[ kisses his neck too, idly. ]

Yeah. Me too.

[lovesmilk]

[Hhh neck kisses.]

...I want you, Taka...

[mediummmuhhh]

I want you too. Obviously.

[ 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? ]

[lovesmilk]

[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.]

[mediummmuhhh]

O-oh.

[ hesitantly reaching over to put the phone on the nightstand, flushing at the touch of teeth to his skin. ]

Hey, honey.

[lovesmilk]

Honey... I like that, too.

[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...]

[mediummmuhhh]

[ 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.

[lovesmilk]

[Oh, that's a lovely look on Arataka's face...

What if he feels at Reigen's inner thighs? Can he pull a new fun sound from him? Experimenting is fun.]

[mediummmuhhh]

[ just this side of reedy: ] Mob.

[ 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. ]

[lovesmilk]

I want you, Arataka...

[He'll repeat it again, grinding his hips up against Reigen's, already fairly hard. He kept exploring with his aura, too, and his hands - he could be careful and gently touch Reigen all over with his aura, caressing and prodding him as his hands tugged at the waistband of the blond's pants.]

[mediummmuhhh]

--oh god.

[ they’re--evenly matched, most days, libido-wise. reigen tends to pull ahead because the reminder that mob is gorgeous hits him at odd moments. sometimes mob will be pouring tea in the mornings and he’ll remember those arms hold him every night; sometimes mob puts a hand at the small of his back to steer him and he’ll remember mob has fantastic hands, strong, callused high on his palms from weights. but most days he’s comfortable. most days he doesn’t mind meeting mob where he is, which is in a place that’s calm and sweet and loving.

sometimes, though, mob gets a certain way and reigen just--there’s something in him that goes jelly-legged, weak-kneed. when mob arches up into him a nervous urgent whimper leaks from his throat, his skin fevered with every ghostly caress, goosebumps all over. he’s hard too, he doesn’t know when that happened--he braces a hand on the headboard and slumps, grinding back helplessly against him. ]

Y-yeah. Anything ... anything you want, god ...

[lovesmilk]

[Grinding was fun, but not enough for Shigeo's appetite today. He wanted all of Reigen.]

Grab the lube...? I want to touch you.

[mediummmuhhh]

[ reigen’s face goes up in flames immediately. yep, already a step farther than they’ve ever gone. they didn’t even keep lube at the apartment yet, for god’s sake.

he swallows hard, shifting upright on mob’s lap, another hard tremor running through him when the movement pushes him against mob’s hips, the telling swell in his pants. he steels himself and reaches over for the nightstand, which has a couple of fun travel-sized containers, still tightly sealed. he flips a bottle in his hand for brief examination, then peels the plastic off, tossing it in the bedside bin and then--handing it over, his heart pounding. ]

Just ... heh. Tell me where you want me. [ reigen might be astride his lap, but mob’s driving, really. even with reigen feeling loose-limbed and arousal starting to swim low and liquid in his veins, he still thinks it’s important, going at mob’s pace. ]