[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ reigen can’t help a weak smile flickering over his face. he leans in first, brushing a tender kiss over mob’s mouth and then shifting in mob’s lap, turning around to settle between his spread thighs. the press of mob’s firm chest to his back makes him sigh longingly, knees tilting open, head falling back against mob’s shoulder. ]
[ it’s so good, having mob at his back, having that arm around him, feeling warm and sweetly surrounded. that’s even before mob’s tugging down his pants, murmuring low in his ear and--fuck--touching him. ]
Y-yeah. That’s--oh.
[ his breath is already coming too fast, like something in him is too happy to lie dormant until mob teases it awake. he shudders, craning one arm back around mob’s neck, melting into him. ]
[Beautiful. Another memory Shigeo wants to savor forever.
He takes his time, getting used to feeling Arataka in his hand and finding a good rhythm... he'd never done anything like this before, so he's paying attention, trying to figure out as he goes what is or isn't good. For now it was just his hands, because he had to focus... aura could come later.]
[ reigen would love to be more helpful, he really would, but when mob gets like this he feels like a hair trigger. he shudders against him, fingers curling loosely against the nape of mob’s neck, tries to find words. he never has trouble finding words but he’s having trouble today, in a ridiculous canopied bed with his fiance. ]
Fuck. That ... that feels so good.
[ not helpful. but true, nevertheless. he writhes against him slowly, eyes unseeing and then shutting, because the sight of mob’s pale fingers on his already leaking cock--it’s trouble waiting to happen. ]
[Shigeo smiles at the l-word, even if it was pointed at his hands for now. He liked this slow, lavish pace for now, prolonging the moment where he had his partner squirming against him like this, their skin boiling hot.]
I'll be ready to feel them touch me, too.
[Because if the other day told him anything, it was not to underappreciate the man in his arms right now.]
[ the prospect makes reigen run even hotter; he didn’t even think it was possible. he moans, loud, embarrassing, starting to rock gently against mob’s grip, trying to sink back against him and ride out the touch on his cock at the same time. he’s responsive, pliable, and even without his usual verbosity it’s not hard to tell what he does and doesn’t enjoy, mostly because he’s enjoying, seemingly, all of it. ]
[Words are difficult... especially when all you want to do is watch and listen to your fiance, and his noises with the salaciously wet sounds.
With more confidence in his stroking and grip on Reigen, Shigeo lets his aura seep into the man like a sponge, dizzyingly attentive and aroused and in love.]
[ the words a helpless thin punctuated set of syllables, his fingers curling in mob’s hair as he moves against him. he moans, loud, surprised at himself. ]
[Perfect, beautiful... he wants to make Reigen come like this. Gripping a bit more firmly, kissing Reigen's sweaty neck and breathing heavily through his nose against the skin, Shigeo started to pump his lover's erection faster.]
[ he’s utterly reduced, all too quickly. he curls backwards against his fiance’s solid body, the warmth of him, while he ruts his hips aimlessly against the lube-wet grip of mob’s hand. he’s wet himself, precome spreading thick under mob’s relentless fingers; he’s flushed and moaning softly, his fingers flexing in the soft fringe of mob’s hair at the nape of his neck. ]
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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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[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.]
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[ 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 ...
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Grab the lube...? I want to touch you.
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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. ]
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[Shigeo stares as he thinks, taking the lubricant into his hand and squeezing a bit into his palm. Actually... he does know what would be nice.]
Turn around, and lean against me?
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Comfortable?
[He pulled down Reigen's pants, taking the man's erection in hand so he could start pumping it.]
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Y-yeah. That’s--oh.
[ his breath is already coming too fast, like something in him is too happy to lie dormant until mob teases it awake. he shudders, craning one arm back around mob’s neck, melting into him. ]
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He takes his time, getting used to feeling Arataka in his hand and finding a good rhythm... he'd never done anything like this before, so he's paying attention, trying to figure out as he goes what is or isn't good. For now it was just his hands, because he had to focus... aura could come later.]
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Fuck. That ... that feels so good.
[ not helpful. but true, nevertheless. he writhes against him slowly, eyes unseeing and then shutting, because the sight of mob’s pale fingers on his already leaking cock--it’s trouble waiting to happen. ]
I love your hands ...
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[Shigeo smiles at the l-word, even if it was pointed at his hands for now. He liked this slow, lavish pace for now, prolonging the moment where he had his partner squirming against him like this, their skin boiling hot.]
I'll be ready to feel them touch me, too.
[Because if the other day told him anything, it was not to underappreciate the man in his arms right now.]
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With more confidence in his stroking and grip on Reigen, Shigeo lets his aura seep into the man like a sponge, dizzyingly attentive and aroused and in love.]
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[ the words a helpless thin punctuated set of syllables, his fingers curling in mob’s hair as he moves against him. he moans, loud, surprised at himself. ]
Mob ...
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