Mm. He might have seen something more descriptive.
[Shigeo doesn't feel like sitting just yet, he hadn't gone for his run, today. He took the time to water the office plants, and realizing they were looking a bit droopy, opened the blinds so they could get more sunlight.
At least, what sunlight could get past the massive "Divine Tree" that was really an oversized mushroom-cloud-shaped hydrangea bush.]
[Shigeo stares. There's... a lot of feelings about that tree! All of the fear of losing those he loved... all of the anguish of the fight... the dread and facing off against death... the compassion he had for the cruelest man he'd ever met...
...And the unshakable devotion to Reigen Arataka.
"There's someone I have to apologize to, too. There's someone I love more than anything else. Someone I can't leave behind."
...He never really talked about what he'd said in that moment with Suzuki Touichirou. No one would really understand the way the two of them would, anyway.]
...It's a strange shape for that kind of bush.
[That's only because it grew in the pathways of raw power that had exploded from the two men.]
[ not that reigen is particular. he’s thinking too, about what ritsu said last night. it does unfortunately make you two secretly responsible for that. the knowing glint in his eyes.
it was only a packet of seeds, because mob had a full drawer in reigen’s old apartment but nothing else of note. back then reigen thought--they’d basically been in each others’ pockets for months, and after awhile it didn’t really seem right that reigen hadn’t ceded any physical territory. he cleared the patio for those shrubs, had been looking up bigger beds that would still fit in the cramped space. thought they might want to look up a bigger place soon, but then wondered if that was a conversation better saved for when things were ... more solid, or official.
doesn’t get more solid than a giant tree that’s put their city on the map. he circles around the desks to the window to look for himself. ]
... it does smell nice outside. I wonder if it’ll be like that all the time now.
Hah, hopefully it isn’t rough on the environment or anything.
[ he’s talking just to talk, he doesn’t really pay much heed to the words. there are wheels turning again in the back of his mind, too fast to make sense, his heart stuttering. how mob wanted to plant those because he thought it’d be romantic. more things to grow together, like this business, like this ridiculous thing that blossomed between them. ]
Or people’s allergies.
[ they’re already standing next to each other. after a moment he folds his arms and leans against mob’s shoulder, warmth a long lazy stretch through his whole body, no different from the warmth he’s gotten used to waking up with mob every morning. it’s alright, he thinks. the appointment was early. walk-in hours haven’t officially started. ]
[Comfortable, Shigeo wrapped his arm around Arataka, letting his hand rest on the man's hip. It was kind of special. He didn't really want to get married at the so-called Divine Tree... but the image of Reigen holding a bouquet of hydrangeas at their wedding sounded appealing, too.]
I guess we could see if there's an allergy medicine that wants some advertising here, if we get a lot of customers complaining about allergy symptoms without realizing.
[Reigen was good at sussing out the people with real problems versus those with spiritual ailments, after all.]
Mob, that’s a great idea. Look at you, learning from the master.
[ the salacious triumph of his words doesn’t match his tone at all. it’s too much to be proud of at once. their reflections, too, are just this side of visible in the window; reigen isn’t--flustered, exactly, but it’s a close call. ]
[Oh he has to tease Arataka about that. They'd always been on rather equal footing, he'd internally insisted on it, wanting his partner to be on his level and never once look down on them.
The idea of Arataka being in charge of him was both funny and a bit intriguing. He certainly can think of a few people that would be surprised if he were at Arataka's beck and call.]
[ it’s a tone mob doesn’t often strike during working hours, which is usually great because it makes reigen’s hair stand on end. still, it’s only a tone, and reigen can hold onto his composure because he is an adult. he flaps a hand out, lackadaisical. ]
Well, you have learned so much under my careful guidance ... my fawning oversight ... my watchful eye ...
[ reigen huffs, his hand coming down so he can slide his fingers between mob’s, glancing sideways to the tree outside. possibly a mistake, because his brain immediately bleats that’s there because you love me, and he doesn’t have anywhere to put that thought right now. ]
[Shigeo is pliant, letting Reigen lead - usually Shigeo gently prodded and pried but he liked very, very much when Reigen pointed him in the direction he wanted.
He focused instead on the kiss, teasing his fingers up and down Arataka's sides under the grey jacket.]
[ the direction he wants, without really having thought about it beforehand, is mob pressed against the desk, with a clear view of the window, the waking city, the tree. the view, while they’re kissing, hardly matters; but he runs nimble hands hungrily down mob’s shirtfront, feeling out divots of muscle, nails scraping hot even over fabric, and then his fingers touch the leather of mob’s belt.
he breathes in as mob breathes out, and if he can’t smile for kissing him it’s audible anyway in his voice when he murmurs, ]
[Hot... without breaking eye contact, Shigeo lifted his finger and a soft click came from the door's tumbler, securely locking it. Now only Serizawa could come in - that is, if he was brash enough to unlock that door with the way Shigeo was filling the space with his aura.
As hardworking entrepreneurs it’s important to take leisure time seriously. You know what they say about all work and no play. So ...
[ terribly conversational and matter-of-fact as his fingers skillfully work open mob’s belt, tugging it loose with a hiss of leather on fabric, dragging open his zip too. his fingers slide down mob’s sides, then, slinging comfortably against the waistband of his underwear. it’s in part so reigen can sink easily to his knees, nosing down over the vee of his hip, leisurely, entitled. ]
[Ah, damn... the way Arataka does that so confidently, so matter-of-factly and smoothly. He already wants to protest, he always prefers giving to receiving, but for now he'll let it slide. After all, right now, his beautiful fiancé was kneeling in front of him, the colors of the tree ever so faintly painting the light that was coming through the window.
[ reigen grins up at him. it’s playful but his eyes can’t help their softness. and then he’s dragging down mob’s underwear, his gaze dropping. ]
... that said. [ his voice rough already, mouth watering. ] I think mine’s better.
[ early on, when they first started fooling around, tentative and excited, he’d gone easy on his poor fiance; not that reigen had a wealth of comparative experience, but he’d always taken to sex well when he actually had it. and he’s never wanted it the way he does with mob.
they have plenty of time before walk-in hours. he actually nuzzles mob’s dick with his face for a second, an open lustful moment, and then he’s taking him in his mouth, slow and velvety. ]
Haah... no way... you don't see how beautiful you are right now.
[It's mind-blowing, sometimes. He wishes photos could catch the colors he could see, but they never could. Was that an esper thing? Was Reigen able to see the way light danced off of them right now? How something so openly lewd and sexual was also so deeply visually romantic?
Letting out a shuddering breath, Shigeo stroked Arataka's hair. He'd gotten more used to what his partner's limits were, but he always liked starting and ending with affectionate tenderness.]
[ again with that word ... mob’s too sweet to be believed sometimes. reigen’s heart clenches tenderly. it’s not a feeling he used to associate with filthy office blowjobs. ridiculous.
he braces his fingers comfortably against mob’s hips to steady them both and starts sucking him, hot and deliberate. no fever pitch, but it’s intense anyway. this is one of reigen’s special techniques, actually. he only ever cared about being any good at it for mob. ]
[It's a good thing that he was backed into the desk. Arataka was so good at this, Shigeo had no idea if he could ever do as good of a job when he tried to return the favor. He leaned his free arm against the desk behind him for stability, knowing that Arataka always eventually managed to make his knees completely weak.]
[ just having mob in his mouth is enough to make his nerve endings burn, his own arousal alive and well all of a sudden, low in his belly. he moans around his mouthful, caressing a gentle touch over mob’s hipbones, reassuring. last night had been slow and sleepy, his hands finding their way inside mob’s clothes only parenthetically because kissing him had been paramount--kissing him after a nice family dinner, after another reminder of his unearned contentment. reigen’s more deliberate this morning, focused, falling easily into a rhythm with all the steady heat of melting wax. ]
[Cute, cute, cute, Arataka was so cute. He didn't have to see to know that his partner was already getting hard. He'd have to help with that, he'd be delighted to, it'd be so perfect to have the man up against the window and staring down that tree.]
I want to touch you, Taka... I want to use my fingers and get you seeing stars.
[He didn't make any motions, of course - the words were sweet, stuttering promises of what was to come.]
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[Shigeo doesn't feel like sitting just yet, he hadn't gone for his run, today. He took the time to water the office plants, and realizing they were looking a bit droopy, opened the blinds so they could get more sunlight.
At least, what sunlight could get past the massive "Divine Tree" that was really an oversized mushroom-cloud-shaped hydrangea bush.]
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and that sure is a giant flowering hydrangea shrub, in the middle of seasoning city. reigen falters, then swallows, setting his donut on a napkin. ]
... guess it’s ... in season ...
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...And the unshakable devotion to Reigen Arataka.
"There's someone I have to apologize to, too. There's someone I love more than anything else. Someone I can't leave behind."
...He never really talked about what he'd said in that moment with Suzuki Touichirou. No one would really understand the way the two of them would, anyway.]
...It's a strange shape for that kind of bush.
[That's only because it grew in the pathways of raw power that had exploded from the two men.]
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[ not that reigen is particular. he’s thinking too, about what ritsu said last night. it does unfortunately make you two secretly responsible for that. the knowing glint in his eyes.
it was only a packet of seeds, because mob had a full drawer in reigen’s old apartment but nothing else of note. back then reigen thought--they’d basically been in each others’ pockets for months, and after awhile it didn’t really seem right that reigen hadn’t ceded any physical territory. he cleared the patio for those shrubs, had been looking up bigger beds that would still fit in the cramped space. thought they might want to look up a bigger place soon, but then wondered if that was a conversation better saved for when things were ... more solid, or official.
doesn’t get more solid than a giant tree that’s put their city on the map. he circles around the desks to the window to look for himself. ]
... it does smell nice outside. I wonder if it’ll be like that all the time now.
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...There might be a lot of wild hydrangeas because of this.
[H-heck.]
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[ he’s talking just to talk, he doesn’t really pay much heed to the words. there are wheels turning again in the back of his mind, too fast to make sense, his heart stuttering. how mob wanted to plant those because he thought it’d be romantic. more things to grow together, like this business, like this ridiculous thing that blossomed between them. ]
Or people’s allergies.
[ they’re already standing next to each other. after a moment he folds his arms and leans against mob’s shoulder, warmth a long lazy stretch through his whole body, no different from the warmth he’s gotten used to waking up with mob every morning. it’s alright, he thinks. the appointment was early. walk-in hours haven’t officially started. ]
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I guess we could see if there's an allergy medicine that wants some advertising here, if we get a lot of customers complaining about allergy symptoms without realizing.
[Reigen was good at sussing out the people with real problems versus those with spiritual ailments, after all.]
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[ the salacious triumph of his words doesn’t match his tone at all. it’s too much to be proud of at once. their reflections, too, are just this side of visible in the window; reigen isn’t--flustered, exactly, but it’s a close call. ]
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[Oh he has to tease Arataka about that. They'd always been on rather equal footing, he'd internally insisted on it, wanting his partner to be on his level and never once look down on them.
The idea of Arataka being in charge of him was both funny and a bit intriguing. He certainly can think of a few people that would be surprised if he were at Arataka's beck and call.]
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Well, you have learned so much under my careful guidance ... my fawning oversight ... my watchful eye ...
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[He squeezes Reigen in a one-armed hug, fingers drumming on the subtle slope of Reigen's hip.]
You'll have to remind me of your authority, shishou.
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Oh, you want me to show you a thing or two?
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[He likes that, though, swaying a bit so he could put his other hand on Reigen's hip, and kiss the slope of his neck.]
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Eh, some lessons go by pretty quick.
[ sliding his hand up around mob’s shoulders, pulling him into a proper kiss, backing him against the desk at the same time. ]
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He focused instead on the kiss, teasing his fingers up and down Arataka's sides under the grey jacket.]
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he breathes in as mob breathes out, and if he can’t smile for kissing him it’s audible anyway in his voice when he murmurs, ]
You should lock the door.
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Mine.]
All locked, Arataka. What am I learning, shishou?
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[ terribly conversational and matter-of-fact as his fingers skillfully work open mob’s belt, tugging it loose with a hiss of leather on fabric, dragging open his zip too. his fingers slide down mob’s sides, then, slinging comfortably against the waistband of his underwear. it’s in part so reigen can sink easily to his knees, nosing down over the vee of his hip, leisurely, entitled. ]
... how to enjoy a view, maybe.
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A hell of a view, indeed.]
Arataka...
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... that said. [ his voice rough already, mouth watering. ] I think mine’s better.
[ early on, when they first started fooling around, tentative and excited, he’d gone easy on his poor fiance; not that reigen had a wealth of comparative experience, but he’d always taken to sex well when he actually had it. and he’s never wanted it the way he does with mob.
they have plenty of time before walk-in hours. he actually nuzzles mob’s dick with his face for a second, an open lustful moment, and then he’s taking him in his mouth, slow and velvety. ]
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[It's mind-blowing, sometimes. He wishes photos could catch the colors he could see, but they never could. Was that an esper thing? Was Reigen able to see the way light danced off of them right now? How something so openly lewd and sexual was also so deeply visually romantic?
Letting out a shuddering breath, Shigeo stroked Arataka's hair. He'd gotten more used to what his partner's limits were, but he always liked starting and ending with affectionate tenderness.]
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he braces his fingers comfortably against mob’s hips to steady them both and starts sucking him, hot and deliberate. no fever pitch, but it’s intense anyway. this is one of reigen’s special techniques, actually. he only ever cared about being any good at it for mob. ]
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[It's a good thing that he was backed into the desk. Arataka was so good at this, Shigeo had no idea if he could ever do as good of a job when he tried to return the favor. He leaned his free arm against the desk behind him for stability, knowing that Arataka always eventually managed to make his knees completely weak.]
Pretty... so pretty... you're so sexy, Taka...
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I want to touch you, Taka... I want to use my fingers and get you seeing stars.
[He didn't make any motions, of course - the words were sweet, stuttering promises of what was to come.]
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