[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.
[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.
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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...
[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.]
[There's a very logical reason that it takes less than five minutes for Natsume to go from slightly flustered to this desperate, and he'll remember it sometime when Kusakabe's hand isn't doing that. His breath is coming shuddery and staccato, eyes closed, barely remembering not to be too loud. There are other people in the house, have to be quiet, have to--]
Mmmph-- [The sudden hard grinding against his backside, the bite at his ear has Natsume smacking his hand over his mouth again so he doesn't just wake up the entire neighborhood with the sounds he's making. But he nods hard, almost frantically, free hand reaching back and grabbing at Kusakabe's side, his hip, anywhere he can blindly reach, trying to get him closer.] P-Please, yes, yes.
[Kusakabe only takes his hand back to help finish stripping Natsume down, running his hands up Natsume's sides and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his spine. Long fingers curl into his hips and pull him back into a thrust that lets him feel just how hard he's gotten.
After dragging a pillow over for Natsume to hold into and bury his face into, Kusakabe leans over his body and finally reaches for the squat nightstand to dig for a small bottle of silky hand lotion. It's warm from the ambient temperature of the house, and when he smooths it over his fingers it eases the way for him to sink the end of one slim finger into Natsume's body.]
[Moving away from the heated, head-spinning embrace, even minutely, makes Natsume grumble a little, hazy-eyed and panting a little as he grabs onto the pillow and glances over his shoulder.] It won't. [Insistent, like he can make it so by force of will. He's way too turned on to think about stopping.
But then, clutching the pillow to his chest, he relents in a mumble:] But fine. I will. [That much doesn't hurt, prompts an impatient hip-wiggle, in face.] I'm not going to b-break.
[Kusakabe has never been exactly patient when it came to this kind of thing. Foreplay gave way to direct touch, more fingers pushed in to ease the way and finally, Kusakabe's bare chest pressed against Natsume's back as he used one hand to line himself up, then push into him in a slow thrust that makes a throb run up the length of his body. He chokes off a shivering little moan and buries his face against the back of Natsume's neck as he starts to move. The motion rocks them both forward into the pillow held in Natsume's arms.
He's quiet, like he's used to having to keep the rest of the household in mind even when he's alone. Breathless, sharp little sounds muffled against Natsume's neck, all the more effectively so as he takes the chance to bite once more, this time high up on the back of Natsume's shoulder.]
[There's always that brief moment of toomuch, when Kusakabe first sinks in, but it's shorter each time. The position is new, different, and the angle takes a moment to adjust to, but it's -- nice. Being held like this. It feels good.
This time when there's that quick burst of pain from the bite, the sound Natsume makes is closer to a moan, muffled in the pillow. He reaches up and back, tangles his fingers in Kusakabe's hair, nails blunt against his neck, just to touch him for a moment.
He remembers to move back, remembers how to, short, slow rocks of his hips and a soft:] Faster. Please.
[Kusakabe's arms wrap more tightly around Natsume's body, holding him in a tight embrace as he moves onto his knees to give himself some bit of leverage as he moves as deep as he can for a few more slow pumps then picks up speed at the other's urging. He pants quietly with each thrust forward. The grip at the back of his neck and mild tug of his hair makes him arch forward, his face buried against Natsume's shoulder. One of the hands at Natsume's stomach drags down and takes hold of his shaft to stroke in time with the pace he's set, trying to make it feel the same as he did buried inside him.]
[Oh that's -- yes, Natsume is a fan of that, the lean length of Kusakabe's body pressed to his back, the heat of his breath against Natsume's shoulder, the increased speed and depth. The soft, needy sounds are rising slightly in volume and pitch, and once again Natsume has to bury his face against the pillow until he gets control again.
And then there's a hand between his legs and Natsume rises up so eagerly to meet it that he overbalances a bit, ending up having to brace himself on his hands and knees. That's...actually not too bad, really, because now he has much more leverage to rock back into each thrust, to lift his hips and bow his back and hopefully give Kusakabe a better view. Natsume manages to gasp out:] This...is th-this okay?
[The way Natsume lifts up and really gets into it allows Kusakabe to come up onto his knees, a hand hooked into the Natsume's hip and the other running up his back to rest at the back of his neck. He murmurs soft encouragement, angling himself forward and letting his hips bounce off of Natsume's backside.]
Keep going, like that- [He gasps quietly and chokes on a vibrant swear, his eyes half-focused on the back of the other's head as his fingers card through increasingly disheveled blonde hair. He's keeping half an ear out in case someone might be coming down the hall, but he's becoming increasingly engrossed in the feeling of fucking into the the other boy harder with every moment the more worked up he got. He would probably be more than a little sore after the fact, but it would be worth it.]
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Date: 2022-06-18 04:00 am (UTC)Moral support?
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Date: 2022-06-18 04:35 am (UTC)Only if you want it to be.
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Date: 2022-06-18 05:01 am (UTC)That...yes. That would be nice. Sometimes. [Like he doesn't think about euphemistic things a good 75% of the time.]
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Date: 2022-06-18 05:18 am (UTC)What about now?
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Date: 2022-06-18 05:39 am (UTC)Then he nods, somehow looking both shy and very satisfied.] What...did you have in mind?
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Date: 2022-06-18 03:46 pm (UTC)You'll let me know when to stop, right?
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Date: 2022-06-18 04:49 pm (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2022-06-18 11:27 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2022-06-19 05:04 am (UTC)[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.
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Date: 2022-06-19 05:41 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2022-06-19 06:11 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2022-06-19 06:23 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2022-06-19 07:38 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2022-06-19 08:14 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2022-06-19 04:54 pm (UTC)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...
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Date: 2022-06-19 08:57 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2022-06-20 12:19 am (UTC)Mmmph-- [The sudden hard grinding against his backside, the bite at his ear has Natsume smacking his hand over his mouth again so he doesn't just wake up the entire neighborhood with the sounds he's making. But he nods hard, almost frantically, free hand reaching back and grabbing at Kusakabe's side, his hip, anywhere he can blindly reach, trying to get him closer.] P-Please, yes, yes.
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Date: 2022-06-20 02:38 am (UTC)After dragging a pillow over for Natsume to hold into and bury his face into, Kusakabe leans over his body and finally reaches for the squat nightstand to dig for a small bottle of silky hand lotion. It's warm from the ambient temperature of the house, and when he smooths it over his fingers it eases the way for him to sink the end of one slim finger into Natsume's body.]
Tell me if it hurts.
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Date: 2022-06-20 03:11 am (UTC)But then, clutching the pillow to his chest, he relents in a mumble:] But fine. I will. [That much doesn't hurt, prompts an impatient hip-wiggle, in face.] I'm not going to b-break.
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Date: 2022-06-20 03:56 am (UTC)He's quiet, like he's used to having to keep the rest of the household in mind even when he's alone. Breathless, sharp little sounds muffled against Natsume's neck, all the more effectively so as he takes the chance to bite once more, this time high up on the back of Natsume's shoulder.]
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Date: 2022-06-20 07:04 am (UTC)This time when there's that quick burst of pain from the bite, the sound Natsume makes is closer to a moan, muffled in the pillow. He reaches up and back, tangles his fingers in Kusakabe's hair, nails blunt against his neck, just to touch him for a moment.
He remembers to move back, remembers how to, short, slow rocks of his hips and a soft:] Faster. Please.
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Date: 2022-06-20 09:39 pm (UTC)And then there's a hand between his legs and Natsume rises up so eagerly to meet it that he overbalances a bit, ending up having to brace himself on his hands and knees. That's...actually not too bad, really, because now he has much more leverage to rock back into each thrust, to lift his hips and bow his back and hopefully give Kusakabe a better view. Natsume manages to gasp out:] This...is th-this okay?
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Date: 2022-06-20 10:43 pm (UTC)Keep going, like that- [He gasps quietly and chokes on a vibrant swear, his eyes half-focused on the back of the other's head as his fingers card through increasingly disheveled blonde hair. He's keeping half an ear out in case someone might be coming down the hall, but he's becoming increasingly engrossed in the feeling of fucking into the the other boy harder with every moment the more worked up he got. He would probably be more than a little sore after the fact, but it would be worth it.]
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