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From:

zgok

[Speaking of that instantly losable cool...]

You mean that?

[It's spoken quietly, with pink flooding up into his face and eyes growing just a little shiny with the welling of those emotions that he'd never been properly taught to temper. It's clear that it means a hell of a lot to him to hear that someone close to him believes in him, rather than just letting him do as he pleased and fall as he may. Like he's not just being humored.]

From:

natzoom

Of course I do. [Despite his veneer of distance, when Natsume chooses to be earnest, he is 100% about it. Like now, rising up on his knees and scooting closer, hands coming up to Kusakabe's face. No hiding from this emphatic validation.]

Plenty of people have things they care about or are good at, and they let the opportunity to do it pass by. You aren't. That's amazing and really, really brave.

From:

zgok

[Kusakabe's hands wrap around those on his face, but just press his palms against his face and soak in the warmth.]

That's why I want to take you with me. I want you to see it too when I go.

[Because he cares about Natsume and this is the best way he can think to make a big grand gesture that's fitting, especially considering how they met.]

From:

natzoom

[Natsume smiles, bumping his nose very gently against Kusakabe's.] That's what I want, too. I want to be there for all of it. I want to watch you do what you love.

[Then, lifting his chin a bit:] And I want to make sure the French fangirls don't try to steal you.

From:

zgok

Fangirls?

[The way Kusakabe says it, he's obviously joking. He's also joking when he continues.]

What if we go for a date out there in the open? Maybe I'll kiss you where everyone can see.

[Things they can't really do here, in other words.]

From:

natzoom

[Natsume's eyes widens a bit, then he huffs, leaning back to try and hide his blush.]

H-Hush, you, I'm being serious.

From:

zgok

[Kusakabe just follows, leaning close at the same time that Natsume moves back. He lets the end of his nose touch Natsume's, smiling sweetly.]

What if I made you part of the road crew while we're there? You can be there with me all the time. I could kiss you whenever I see you.

From:

natzoom

[Oh god, so much blushing. Blushing to his ears!!]

I-I’m not very good at lifting things. I might not be much help.

From:

zgok

[And he's clooooser.]

Moral support?

From:

natzoom

[Peeking up now, mistrustful nose-scrunch.] Is that a euphemism?

From:

zgok

[And his arms just drape around Natsume, letting them be pressed cheek to cheek.]

Only if you want it to be.

From:

natzoom

[Damn your effortless charm, Kusakabe. It's impossible to stay aloof in the face of it. Natsume huffs a bit more, then let's himself relax against the other's side.]

That...yes. That would be nice. Sometimes. [Like he doesn't think about euphemistic things a good 75% of the time.]

From:

zgok

[That was just something that happened as a teenage boy, everything is euphemisms and Kusakabe in particular really likes physical contact, which can't help.]

What about now?

From:

natzoom

[Natsume glances back at the closed door, mentally debating. Dinner isn't for a little bit, right? Right.

Then he nods, somehow looking both shy and very satisfied.] What...did you have in mind?

From:

zgok

[As soon as Natsume confirms, albeit shyly, that he's fine, Kusakabe eases behind him and buries his face against the other boy's neck, a kiss pressed to the space between his neck and shoulder just shy of his shirt collar. He wraps his arms loose around Natsume's middle and draws him back and right up against his chest.]

You'll let me know when to stop, right?

From:

natzoom

[Every time they do -- well, anything more than just hold hands, really, Natsume gets better at it, more relaxed, more confident. He supposes that's normal, that some people are just more shy to start.

It helps that everything, awkward or not, feels really really good. Like now, the kiss pressed to the back of his neck prompting a delighted shiver and rush of goosebumps.]

If I need to. [Sometimes he still does, though it's less and less because of nerves. It's usually because it's so much. Not yet, though, as he wiggles back, pressing into Kusakabe's chest.]

From:

zgok

[Natsume's growing comfort with him, and his willingness to tell him when to stop, is really all he could ask for. In the past he'd been with people that sort of went limp when he got close to them, like he was overwhelming or they were afraid of disappointing or upsetting him, and as he'd grown up and realized that he had taken advantage of that kind of thing in the past, he'd promised himself that he'd be better about it.

So he wraps an arm around Natsume's middle and continues to kiss and mouth along the back and side of his neck, the shorter fluff of the other's hair giving him plenty of access. He strays up toward an ear and nuzzles up against the back of it, then bites gently and keeps an ear out for whether the other liked that or not.]

You could tell me what to do. Since you know what you like.

From:

natzoom

[If you had asked him five seconds ago if he'd like being bitten, Natsume would've been neutral on the subject. Maybe? Who knows. But now that it's actually happened, that is -- that's nice. It gets a very embarrassing sort of whining sound that is immediately followed by an:] Oh my god. [And Natsume clamping a hand over his mouth.] I'm so sorry, I don't. Know what happened there.

[His face is so red now that he's probably radiating heat, and now Kusakabe wants him to talk more? Impossible. He's impossible. But at the same time it's probably...good for Natsume to say what he wants more. To ask for things. He does know what he likes. Embarrassing as it is.

So, finally, from under his hand:] Do that again.

From:

zgok

[Getting sounds like that out of Natsume makes it so, so very worth it to poke and prod and experiment when they're together. The radiating warmth from the way Natsume's blush spreads is echoed in the way Kusakabe turns pink, his face tucked against the side of Natsume's neck.]

Can I leave marks? Takashi-kun. [He murmurs the other's name in his ear, making sure to let his teeth graze over already sensitive skin.]

From:

natzoom

[Natsume nods before he can even think about it, made weak and shivery from the use of his name, pressing back into Kusakabe's embrace. His hands curl around the other's arm for a moment, then he loosens his grip, moving instead to tug his shirt out from where it's tucked in, fumble with his buttons. So many layers.]

A few. [He adds after a moment, ears red, knees instinctively pressing together at the pulse of pleasure the feeling of teeth sends right down his spine.] Not -- too high up. [He can wear scarves for a few days.]

From:

zgok

[Kusakabe's arm moves out of the way to let Natsume open up and remove whatever he wants to, though he doesn't go far before he's right back up against Natsume's back and mouthing back down to that curve at the base of his neck, teeth closing on it when he's sucked it tender. His legs bracket the other's body, keeping him close as that hand that had been at Natsume's stomach wanders down to slide straight over the fly of his jeans.]

You're so cute, Takashi~ [He breathes it against the back of Natsume's ear before biting on it again and squeezing him close just to feel the hammering of his heart through his back.]

From:

natzoom

[The bite gets another of those soft, breathy sounds, making Natsume's heart stutter in his chest, back arching into the strangely pleasurable pain. He'll wonder later why he likes that so much. Maybe it's the permanence of a mark. A mark can't disappear. He's tired of things disappearing.

Always a little perturbed at bring called cute, Natsume grumbles faintly, then gets vengeance promptly by grinding backwards a bit, rocking his hips up into Kusakabe's hand, then back between the other's legs. Take that.]

From:

zgok

[He groans at the pressure, at the movement of the body in his hands and the little sounds that the other boy makes against him. He lets out a long, slow breath that shudders across Natsume's neck and shoulder while that hand works into the open pants to palm beneath and work him up further.

It takes a lot of restraint not to turn Natsume over onto his stomach and have his way with him right then and there. He wants buildup, and to get Natsume good and needy before he goes for it. The biting seems like the best way to go about it for now at least, and he moves to first lick, then bite down on the other side that he hadn't touched yet, a little harder and staying longer, making a darker spot there. At the same time, the hand not occupied at Natsume's groin slides over his eyes, effectively blindfolding him while he's being fondled.]

From:

natzoom

[Natsume would argue that he's very needy right then, thank you very much. But then there's a hand down his pants and he can't really think straight anymore. Kusakabe knows how to touch him, how to take that dull spark of hungry wanting and fan it into an all-consuming flame, one that makes his whole body feel liquid and molten hot.

One hand curls tight into the fabric of Kusakabe's pants, white-knuckled as more marks are sucked and worried along Natsume's neck. The hand over his eyes is is slightly surprising, but it effectively narrows down the world to one of pure sensation, of waiting to see how Kusakabe is going to touch him next, of giddy anticipation. So Natsume doesn't pull away from it.

He does grind backwards again, wishing there were less layers, wishing he could feel Kusakabe getting hard against him. The thought, half-formed, prompts a breathy, shuddering:] Please, please, please...

From:

zgok

[Kusakabe bites a little harder into Natsume's shoulder as he begs, his hand closing around the growing erection against his palm and stroked slowly through his underthings. With how quickly he'd gotten the other this excited, he can't help but get into it in response.

As soon as he feels moisture against his hand, he pushes his chest against Natsume's back and leans him forward to grind up against his backside.]

Can I? [He murmurs the question against the back of Natsume's neck, following it up with a nip at his ear. To clarify he pushes himself up hard against the other's body, bordering on dry-humping him.]

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