[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.]
[Soreness is absolutely, thoroughly, 100% worth it, Natsume decides, even if he can't walk straight for a week. Kusakabe is the more experienced one of them, usually the initiator and that's -- well, it's extremely attractive in a way that gives Natsume embarrassing butterflies. But it's also nice to see him slip, to lose control sometimes, to know that it's Natsume making him do that.
So there might be a note of smugness in Natsume's breathless voice as he obligingly keeps rocking backwards, feeling out how best to roll his hips, how to arch his back, how to tense up and get more of those gasping sounds. He teases lightly:] W-Who's cute now, Hikaru?
[There's a certain way that Natsume squeezes that makes him double over and his pace stutter, and he lurches forward to wrap his arms around Natsume's waist and push up into him hard and fast, until he jerks and freezes and empties into the other's body in hard pulses. He exhales roughly against the back of Natsume's shoulder, eyes screwed shut until he can relax again.
He nearly pulls back out without warning, but his grip stays around Natsume's waist and he drops back, dragging the other along with him so that he's seated upright in Kusakabe's lap. One hand wraps around him to stroke and get him to come quickly with the other hand hooked over his shoulder and keeping him in place there astride his thighs.]
Then maybe you're sexy instead. [He breathes it against Natsume's shoulder before giving him a much gentler bite, sucking another mark into the pale curve.]
[Natsume is definitely going to remember exactly what got that reaction. Later, though -- he's too busy savoring the feeling of Kusakabe shuddering apart atop him, the exhale against the back of his neck. Busy feeling smug about it.
And then Kusakabe moves, dragging Natsume back just this side of rough, and its surprising and exciting and he's still inside and then he's calling Natsume that and Natsume is whining against his own hand again and coming hard over Kuskabe's fingers.]
[He holds on tight through it, pumping until nothing else is spilling over his fingers. Enough that it drips onto his bedspread wrinkled and mussed beneath them, and dribbles down both their thighs when he finally does pull out. He tucks his nose against the side of Natsume's neck and breathes long and deep, coming down for a long moment without releasing him.]
I think... [He trails off as he considers his words, before letting them come as simple and clear as possible.] ...I think maybe I fell in love with you, at some point. Is that ok?
[This is Natsume's favorite part, that hazy, warm moment right after finishing, when they're still wrapped up in each other, before things have a chance to get cold and sticky and whatnot. All his normal prickliness is gone completely, just soft affection remaining.
He smiles lazily, reaches up and back, one shaky hand petting through Kusakabe's hair.] Mmm-hm. [A soft exhale as he shifts around, wanting to look at the other, wanting to see his face.] Me too. I think.
[Kusakabe's hand comes to rest over the back of Natsume's and bring it down to kiss his palm, his still reddened face half hidden by his hair. He's quiet for a moment, just lingering there like that.
Unfortunately for Natsume, Kusakabe has never been one to hide his feelings or even be particularly coy about them. So when he looks back again, there are very honest tears welling up that he doesn't seem inclined to do anything about. Still, he speaks through them, even as his lip wobbles in that unfortunate way that makes talking a little harder.]
I can't wait for you to go everywhere with me. When we're both free to go.
[By now Natsume knows that Kusakabe is just sort of...like this. He can say the smoothest, most suave things one moment, and then the next his emotions get the best of him and he's tearing up. Of course, that doesn't mean Natsume isn't gently distressed by it -- he is, making a soft, concerned sound and gingerly shifting around so he can reach up and wipe the tears away.]
I know. Me too. [He's very soft and fuzzy right now, so he leans up, kisses Kusakabe's nose, his cheeks, his mouth.] But I'm not going anywhere between now and then, okay? I'm not leaving.
[Kusakabe feels a great deal, very deeply, when it comes to the people that he cares about. Natsume has very much become one of those people, so of course he gets to see those wild ups and downs that come with Kusakabe barely restraining his emotions.
His arms remain around Natsume's middle and he leans into the kisses, calming considerably even with the swell of warmth that comes with the assurance that Natsume will stay with him, one way or another.
He does finally move so that they can clean up though, considering that they're cooling down and he's starting to feel sticky. They could curl up and nap together before they got eventually called down for supper, unless Natsume decided he had other things to do.]
Eventually, I'm going to find somewhere to live closer to school. Maybe with access to the train so I can come see you without having to take the bike all that way.
[Natsume is very pleased that the kisses help, and he'll happily keep them up, carding his still-shaky fingers through Kusakabe's hair as well, pushing it away from his face. He doesn't have anything else he'd rather do, besides...clean up, right.
Still, as he does, he smiles a little at the idea of Kusakabe being closer.] I'd like that. It wouldn't be too expensive? [There's the practicality, back for vengeance.]
[He scoots to the edge of the bed and eases out from under Natsume so that the two of them can clean up. He pulls his clothes straight after he wipes down everywhere he can still feel sticky, then leans to press his nose against the side of Natsume's head and pull him close again.]
I'll be ok. I'm going to have to get a job between now and college anyway. Maybe we can go on a real date for a change.
[The clean up is always annoying, taking time that could be spent snuggling. Natsume is never clingier than he is in these sorts of moments, tugging Kusakabe back down onto the bed and sprawling over him.]
That'd be nice. I've never been on one. [Toying with a button now.] It'd be nice to see you more often, too.
[He'd only been able to wipe up the most obvious mess before Natsume, in his clingy cuddling habit whenever they got intimate, dragged him back down. Of course Kusakabe could never resist him, and he wrapped his arms around the other boy to bring him close.]
I can't wait to be able to see you any time. We should go for coffee somewhere between now and then. Like regular dates.
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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 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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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Date: 2022-06-21 02:28 am (UTC)So there might be a note of smugness in Natsume's breathless voice as he obligingly keeps rocking backwards, feeling out how best to roll his hips, how to arch his back, how to tense up and get more of those gasping sounds. He teases lightly:] W-Who's cute now, Hikaru?
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Date: 2022-06-21 03:36 am (UTC)He nearly pulls back out without warning, but his grip stays around Natsume's waist and he drops back, dragging the other along with him so that he's seated upright in Kusakabe's lap. One hand wraps around him to stroke and get him to come quickly with the other hand hooked over his shoulder and keeping him in place there astride his thighs.]
Then maybe you're sexy instead. [He breathes it against Natsume's shoulder before giving him a much gentler bite, sucking another mark into the pale curve.]
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Date: 2022-06-21 04:48 am (UTC)And then Kusakabe moves, dragging Natsume back just this side of rough, and its surprising and exciting and he's still inside and then he's calling Natsume that and Natsume is whining against his own hand again and coming hard over Kuskabe's fingers.]
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Date: 2022-06-21 05:51 am (UTC)I think... [He trails off as he considers his words, before letting them come as simple and clear as possible.] ...I think maybe I fell in love with you, at some point. Is that ok?
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Date: 2022-06-21 01:10 pm (UTC)He smiles lazily, reaches up and back, one shaky hand petting through Kusakabe's hair.] Mmm-hm. [A soft exhale as he shifts around, wanting to look at the other, wanting to see his face.] Me too. I think.
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Date: 2022-06-21 05:45 pm (UTC)Unfortunately for Natsume, Kusakabe has never been one to hide his feelings or even be particularly coy about them. So when he looks back again, there are very honest tears welling up that he doesn't seem inclined to do anything about. Still, he speaks through them, even as his lip wobbles in that unfortunate way that makes talking a little harder.]
I can't wait for you to go everywhere with me. When we're both free to go.
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Date: 2022-06-22 02:06 am (UTC)I know. Me too. [He's very soft and fuzzy right now, so he leans up, kisses Kusakabe's nose, his cheeks, his mouth.] But I'm not going anywhere between now and then, okay? I'm not leaving.
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Date: 2022-06-22 07:56 am (UTC)His arms remain around Natsume's middle and he leans into the kisses, calming considerably even with the swell of warmth that comes with the assurance that Natsume will stay with him, one way or another.
He does finally move so that they can clean up though, considering that they're cooling down and he's starting to feel sticky. They could curl up and nap together before they got eventually called down for supper, unless Natsume decided he had other things to do.]
Eventually, I'm going to find somewhere to live closer to school. Maybe with access to the train so I can come see you without having to take the bike all that way.
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Date: 2022-06-23 01:56 am (UTC)Still, as he does, he smiles a little at the idea of Kusakabe being closer.] I'd like that. It wouldn't be too expensive? [There's the practicality, back for vengeance.]
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Date: 2022-06-23 06:20 am (UTC)I'll be ok. I'm going to have to get a job between now and college anyway. Maybe we can go on a real date for a change.
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Date: 2022-06-24 01:44 am (UTC)That'd be nice. I've never been on one. [Toying with a button now.] It'd be nice to see you more often, too.
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Date: 2022-07-03 01:24 pm (UTC)I can't wait to be able to see you any time. We should go for coffee somewhere between now and then. Like regular dates.