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[ Elan sits up a little with a slow blink as Hiyori pulls back to explain. He turns to look at him and then - oh. There he goes. Hiyori leans in and there's that slow, gentle caress. He'd be lying if he said it didn't set off something in him. A bit of a racing heart, a bit of heat in his cheeks. But he laughs and reaches up to drag fingers into Hiyori's hair. ]

Considering where we've been... and what we've done... I don't know if I can say it has the same effect on me as it would someone else.

[ His lips turn up in a bit of a smirk. ]

You're lucky I don't get jealous. Otherwise I'd be thinking about you doing this with someone else - even as an act - and I'd get all hot and bothered about it.

[The fingers in his hair feel nice, and he leans into the touch. They serve as a pleasant reminder that Elan isn't some starstruck fan. Not that he does this with his fans, of course. (It would be a publicity nightmare if he did.) But since Elan isn't a fan, there should be no problem with reaching out to touch him again.]

Sounds to me like that might just make the effect even stronger! Elan-kun's gotten to experience things my fans can only dream about, after all.

[He grazes Elan's chin with his thumb, slipping his index finger beneath his lower lip. All while his TV self visits some gift shop in the small squash town. But neither one of them has their full attention on the programming at the moment.]

"Hot and bothered" doesn't really sound like jealousy, you know. That sounds more like excitement~ ♪

[ The programming is nice - but the real person is so much better, isn't he? Elan laughs in reply, leaning into the little touch. There's a flutter of his eyelids - something a bit sly and maybe sultry as he gives him a look. ]

It could be both. Or either.

[ He leans up and in a little, breath warm. ]

Give me a little more attention so I don't get jealous.

[ He's teasing. And maybe asking for something in the same breath. ]

[Both can be nice: his TV self and his RL self. There's no need to pit two beautiful princesses against each other.

And it seems they're both having fun. While the Hiyori on the TV screen happily picks through souvenirs, some of which feature the town's squash-headed mascot, real life Hiyori is having lots of fun watching Elan's eyelids flutter. Leaning up into the chin touch, Elan seems rather catlike. He's cute! Cute and pliant beneath his hand, earnestly asking for more attention. How could Hiyori refuse?]

Now that sounds like a threat.

[He teases, swooping in closer, speaking right up against Elan's face.]

At the very least, it's a demand. You're lucky you're so cute~♪

[Lucky, too, that he doesn't mind doing the spoiling sometimes. Hiyori connects their lips, eyes slipping shut. One hand remains on Elan's chin while the other reaches up to frame his face, thumb pressing against his cheek lightly. All while Hiyori's TV self receives an explanation about Lord Gourdsworth and asks plenty of questions about the mascot. Is it a turn-off to kiss someone while hearing his own voice?

...

Thankfully not! Crisis averted.]

Demand, threat, take it how you like.

[ He laughs, light and easy. This... this is nice, he has to admit to himself. He's sharing a moment with someone and there's nothing about it that's for someone else. There's no agenda. He's not pretending to be something or someone he isn't. And he's being appreciated for who he is. So why should he complain? His head tilts and he accepts the kiss. More properly he participates eagerly enough, lips parting a little as he half listens to the chatter of the television. His hand settles against Hiyori's shoulder, his other arm draped over his middle as he lets the kiss linger.

Yah, this is basically "Netflix and Chill", but he's into that. ]

[Netflix and Chill is best enjoyed while streaming Hiyori's own TV programs. That's what you call an essential truth!

The Hiyori Tomoe on the TV is currently meeting the town's mascot, whom he thinks is just adorable. As for the real Hiyori Tomoe, that one's kissing a cute boy, who he also thinks is adorable. So, it's hard to tell who has the better deal. The simplest answer is that everybody wins.

And most of all, Elan-kun wins. He gets to feel Hiyori stroke his face all tenderly, thumb skimming his cheek like he's got a precious gem in-hand. He gets to feel Hiyori kiss him softly, pressing a sweet kiss to the bow of his lips before flicking his tongue out once Elan parts his mouth for him. Last time their kiss tasted like grilled food. This time it tastes like fried food! Is that an improvement?

Probably not. But Hiyori's lips are soft and well-cared for, he's wearing a fancy fragrance, and his technique hasn't dulled from lack of practice. He'll coax a cute sound out of Elan with his tongue. That's next on the agenda!]

[ The taste is an improvement, Elan is pretty sure. Not that he's thinking too hard about that when their kiss continues to linger and he curls a little closer. He's not wearing any fragrance, but he likes to think he's going to be nice to kiss all the same. He's had lots of practice, after all. He exhales in a low, soft sigh and tilts his head, tongue starting to tangle with Hiyori's. He noses in a little closer, his hand grasping at him, almost demanding that Hiyori come a little closer.

And in the background there's the talk about squash and mascots and the distant hum of traffic on the road somewhere.

No, this is just fine, as far as Elan is concerned. ]

[Elan's kissing has improved. He doesn't know who Elan's first kiss was with, or if he's picked up anyone and brought them home to his apartment before. But at least some of that improvement was owed to Hiyori, surely. They've done this a few times now.

The Hiyori on the TV screen shakes hands enthusiastically with the lord of squash. (Or, more precisely, a sweaty low-paid worker wearing a full-body squash costume.) The Hiyori on Elan's couch slides a hand around the back of his head, fingers combing over—you guessed it!—the ducktail. Elan has grown and changed a lot since they first met, but the ducktail remains.

Their tongues twine together between their mouths. Elan's fingers clutch at his clothes, tugging him forward, insistent. Someone's so greedy, they couldn't even wait to move to the bedroom. But that's perfectly fine. Whatever's most comfortable for his back.

Hiyori surges against him, the hand in Elan's hair skating down his neck until he's holding his upper back. He maneuvers him down against the arm of the couch, moving to situate himself over him, lips never leaving him. Once he's succeeded, he finally does break the kiss to smile down at Elan from their new position, a mischievous smile curving up his lips.]

Is this the change of scenery you wanted? ♪

[ Elan thinks the TV Hiyori is amusing enough, but he allows it to fade into the background - his focus on the much more immediate Hiyori and the way he feels when they come together. The way his fingers feel in his hair. There's a low little sigh and he breathes out as he allows himself to lean back and sprawls out a bit on the couch. There's no point in trying to pretend he's not a fan of this, after all. ]

Mmm, it's close enough.

[ He flashes a grin. ]

You look better than the ceiling. Or anything on TV.

[ His hand rises to drag fingers under Hiyori's chin. ]

So it's always nice to see you.

[The Elan-kun who sighs happily and accepts his fate is cute. Grinning up at him, lazy and indulgent, he makes Hiyori want to spoil him rotten. Which is funny, since Hiyori's usually the lazy one. But different people draw out different sides of him, and being versatile is important for idols!]

I look better than me, huh? An interesting compliment, but I'll take it!

[He grins back down at him, drawing his hand out from under Elan's back and placing it on his slim waist.]

I always have a lot of make-up on whenever I'm filming. So maybe Elan-kun prefers a more natural look? This was also filmed a few months ago, so maybe I've gotten more handsome since then ♪

[He slips his fingers out of the ducktail, too, cupping Elan's chin again to mimic the way Elan touches his face.]

And the one who gets to reap the rewards is you ♪

[Isn't he lucky?

But enough self-praise. Hiyori delves down for a kiss, resuming their make-out session from a new angle. Now Elan's helpless to do anything except receive his love, though he's welcome to touch as much as he wants, too. Hiyori certainly will be, hand slipping underneath the hem of Elan's shirt.]

Well, you're right here and the "you" on television is very far away...

[ He replies with a little laugh. Look, he can be a little sappy at times. Or just inventive. Especially around people he's grown to like more than others. It's one of his charm points, isn't it? ]

I feel like I ought to be careful, though, or you're going to expect me to praise you all the time...

[ He gives him a mock frown and then the kiss resumes and he leans up into it with a little sigh, lips parting as he tries to deepen it all over again. A hand settles against the nap of Hiyori's neck and his other hand - like Hiyori's - does a bit of wandering. It slides up under the hem of his shirt, teasing little circles against his belly and then up over his chest and his nipple, feeling him up in a lazy little motion. He doesn't mind taking this a bit slow.

Even if he's acutely aware of how hard he is inside his jeans.

They have time.

No need to rush. ]

True! And this way you get two of me, which makes you twice as lucky! ♪

[Talk about a weird threesome.

In any case, he doesn't mind the sap or the silly banter. Love (and sex) are better when they're fun, after all, and Elan's always been good at teasing him back and joking around. Even when he was still "Elan Ceres," he had a sense of humor. And if his comments have grown even sweeter over time, well—that's a sign that they care for each other, isn't it? Hiyori will accept the praise!

And keep expecting more of it, of course.]

Now why wouldn't you do that? ♪

[He teases back, kissing Elan again, then stopping to speak against his lips one more time.]

I'll have Elan-kun singing nothing but praises.

[And then it's back to the makeout session. With Elan parting his lips, Hiyori delves his tongue in again, stroking Elan's gently. His hand, meanwhile, smooths over warm, bare skin. But Elan isn't to be outdone, it seems, as he not only slips a hand up Hiyori's shirt but goes right for his pecs. He lets out a soft noise as Elan's fingers brush over a nipple—when was the last time that area got any attention? Probably the last time they hooked up, since he doesn't usually bother to touch himself there and his life has been too busy for other flings.

Not to be outdone, he proceeds to feel up Elan's chest in return, warm palm sliding upward over a pec. His hips, meanwhile, press down, trapping Elan's lower body against the couch. All Elan needs to do is arch off it, and Hiyori will be able to feel how hard he's getting. Feel it, and maybe even do something about it.

But he isn't in a rush, either. Unlike last time, there's no hotel room full of unitmates to get back to, which means they can take their sweet time.]

I only sing for people who deserve it.

[ He retorts - although that carries its own implications. Then he trails off with a low sigh. Elan's enjoying this slower, easier make-out session. It's nice to think he can take his time. That he doesn't have to rush. That this is all his, for at least a little while, without anyone to interrupt. He leans up into the kiss, letting it deepen again as their hands start to wander. There are warm fingers on his chest and he shivers with a little sigh, his hips canting a little to press up and meet Hiyori's as they press down. The ache and press is entirely mutual - he's just as hard and the taste of friction that comes sends a shiver up his spine.

But he doesn't want to rush, either.

So he settles for just that - a lazy grind and a press of their bodies together, letting the fire stoke and grow. His hand tugs a little, starting to try and get Hiyori's shirt off. That's a nice start, isn't it? ]

Let me look at you for a minute. [ He says against his lips. ]

So Elan-kun thinks I'm deserving, huh? ♪

[They could go back and forth like this forever. Or they could make out. Yapping his head off and kissing cute people are both activities Hiyori enjoys! So what's the solution here? Which one should he choose?

Easy. He'll just do both! That's what he'll choose.

There's some exciting stuff happening on the TV, which was never turned off: Hiyori is explaining the plan to advertise the local farmer's market. He and Jun are going to pass out flyers while wearing the Lord Gourdsworth mascot costume! Which means they're about to put on some very silly costumes. Funny but not sexy, although Hiyori passionately argues onscreen that he can make anything look alluring, including a mascot costume. That's one of his talents as an idol!

("You know your face is gonna be covered, right?" Jun points out, holding part of the squash costume in his hands.

"Oh, so you think my handsome face is my charm point?" Hiyori asks, a teasing smile curving up his lips.)

But now back to reality.

He's used to being the handsier one, but it seems he's met his match in Elan-kun. Not that Hiyori can blame him. He's so very appealing, after all. He palms at Elan's chest in return, thumb stroking a nipple, and as Elan presses up into him he can feel the effect he's having elsewhere, too. His breath catches, and then he grinds back, rolling his hips down purposefully, his own cock waking up inside his slacks.

Their hands might have both raced up each other's shirts, but it's Elan who starts the disrobing process first. The kiss breaks, Hiyori feels Elan tug at his shirt, and he smiles at how the other boy phrases his request.

Or his demand, rather. They can both be pretty demanding.]

If that's what you want, look your fill! ♪

[He smirks, one hand moving to cover Elan's, helping him tug the shirt up to his neck. It's not off yet but there's plenty of skin exposed.]

[ The little voice of the "other" Hiyori from the TV is actually sort of amusing - especially considering a lot of Elan's attention is on the "real" Hiyori and the way he feels when he's close like he is. It's... a bit of a contrast but also incredibly funny. He glances sidelong at the television as the "other" Hiyori comments on his charm point - and Elan responds by turning his head to scrape teeth against the newly exposed skin as he helps to get the shirt further up. He nibbles against his collar bone and then soothes it with a swipe of his tongue as he tries to get the garment off and over his head.

Once that's done both of his arms wrap around his middle and cuddle him a bit closer with a low sigh. A part of him sort of wants to just sit like this for a while, but the other (hornier) part of him desperately wants a lot more of the other boy. His hand slides lower and gets a handful of his ass, his smile turning into more of a smirk as he leans up to plant a kiss under his chin. ]

I am. And I like what I see. Or should I try to avoid inflating your ego anymore than it already is?

Hey. Eyes on me~♪

[Yes he breaks the kiss just to say that against Elan's lips. Even though technically Elan's eyes are on him, whether he's watching the TV or the Hiyori braced above him. Then Elan nips at his skin, and he makes a noise of approval.

Despite what he said on the TV, Hiyori probably does look better with his shirt pulled up than he does wearing a kabocha squash mascot costume. And now the shirt is off! Elan helps pull it over his head, and Hiyori lets it land behind them on the couch, shimmying closer to Elan in the aftermath. Those hands holding onto his bare waist stroke plenty of excitement. But they're also quick to wander, which makes his cheeks color just a bit. Elan's gotten bolder, that's for sure. Which means he'll have to be bold to match!

The hands on his ass have the effect of pulling him closer, so he grinds down again, nice and slow so Elan can feel the shape of him, before pushing back into that hand again.]

Nope! There's absolutely no need to worry about that.

[He puffs his chest out, all too happy to let Elan admire him! Jun would criticize him for the lack of muscle, but he's still in shape from all the dance practice they do, and he's proud of how he looks, all soft smooth skin and long graceful limbs.

Then, while Elan's busy looking at him, he pinches a nipple between two fingers, since he does still have a hand up his shirt.]

Being praised by Elan-kun is different from being praised by my fans or my family. It's unique, just like Elan-kun himself! ♪

[ Elan's always been willing to be bold - he just has a bit more experience now (thanks to Hiyori, really) so he's willing to get a bit more aggressive. Even if he does enjoy being the center of attention at times. He offers a smile, his breath escaping in a little hah as Hiyori grinds down against him. His pulse quickens, his breath catches - he wants more of this. He wants to have more skin against skin, more of the taste of sweat on his tongue, more friction.

It's dangerous, he thinks, to want so much.

But here he is anyway.

He draws a hand up Hiyori's front, from hip to belly to chest, fingers spreading so he can feel more of him. He really is lucky, isn't he? His admiration is cut short with a little noise as fingers pinch at a nipple and he squirms. ]

You know what I sound like when I really get involved in praising someone, so no wonder you appreciate it. Maybe you should get me there all over again.

[ He's teasing. Especially with the way he keeps palming his ass and drawing him closer. He grinds up against him and leans up and in to nip at his chin playfully - not enough to leave a mark, obviously. But enough to tease. ]

[Hiyori's hips, belly and chest are all perfect! According to him, anyway. A certain junior would characterize his stomach as "squishy," but Hiyori will leave that verdict up to Elan.

It's satisfying to finally get a noise out of him, and Hiyori smirks at that and at Elan's next words, rolling the nub he just pinched between his fingers.]

Perhaps I should!

[He rolls his hips down to meet Elan's, while at the same time there's a ton of noise coming from the TV screen. Eve just debuted their kabocha squash costumes, to great laughter from the crew and the local farmers! If Elan turns his head, he'll see Hiyori sporting the silliest look he's probably ever worn.

But Hiyori tries to ensure he doesn't turn his head.

After Elan nips at his chin, Hiyori nudges his face into Elan's neck. Against the skin, he murmurs:]

I'd love to have Elan-kun singing my praises. Over and over again, until he's absolutely breathless ♪

[And then it's his turn to nip Elan, finding a sensitive area of his throat and scraping his teeth there. This segues into him sucking the skin while his hand continues to rub Elan's chest and his hips continue to shift, hoping to tease Elan some more, stroke more of his desires.

It's having the effect of stroking Hiyori's desires, too, though, and he's a tad breathless when his teeth release Elan's neck, tongue flicking hotly over the skin before he teases some more with his words.]

Though I might like to hear Elan-kun doing other things, too. Like crying my name or begging me for more. So I might just have to do all sorts of things to him~♪

[ Elan has never been one to just let things happen to him. Even so, it's hard to really concentrate with fingers and teeth and lips and tongue all finding places to tease his skin and make it harder for him to concentrate. He has no eyes for the TV right now - just the living, breathing Hiyori who's right here with him. He exhales, soft and slow, and tries to turn his head to nibble at an ear, even as his breath catches. ]

And what about you?

[ His hand slides a little lower, skims down his belly to tease fingers against his waistline. A promise of more or maybe just to make him squirm. He shifts his weight to meet him as his hips shift, giving back with a lazy grind of his own. ]

Do I get to hear your voice calling my name? Or am I the one who does all the singing for this?

[ He tries to snag a kiss to punctuate that - something a bit hungry and with more than a little bit of passion. ]

[What about him, indeed?

He's just as hard as Elan; Elan can feel that much for himself. It's good, feeling those hands roam his body, those lips nibble his skin. He likes teasing Elan, likes hearing his cute noises and making him come apart beneath his hands. But he also loves attention, and that teasing touch that trails along towards his waistband does plenty to prickle his skin with heat.

He kisses Elan back, his eyes still open. Feeling almost surprised by how passionate the kiss is. He wonders what else Elan has in store.

His voice comes out breathy after it breaks off, his next words murmured against Elan's lips.]

Well, I am a singer...

[He kisses Elan himself this time. He likes it, this kissing-between-words. At the same time, the hand under Elan's shirt trails down, over his stomach and towards Elan's own waistband. He's happy to touch him, make him feel good.

Unless Elan wants to take care of him first, that is.]

If Elan-kun wants something, he'll just have to go for it.

[He smirks again as he pulls his lips off Elan's, both of his hands grabbing Elan's hips and holding them down against the couch. No grinding, not for the moment—instead his hands move inward, fingers popping open the button on Elan's jeans.]

We could even have a race to the finish! ♪

A race, huh? I don't know if I want to try and finish that fast...

[ His expression settles into a very open smirk as his fingers finally stop teasing so much and his hands start in on Hiyori's jeans. He pops a button and then teases the zipper down, fingers sliding underneath to cup Hiyori through the fabric of his underwear, tracing and teasing with his fingertips - but not yet willing to just peel him out of that just yet. ]

I want to take my time. Especially since last time we had a bit of a crunch...

[ There's a low hum, something amused, a little breathy, and he leans up to still a kiss again. Kissing between words again. ]

You're not going to object to that, are you?

[He shivers a little as Elan cups him through his underwear, pressing into the touch. Meanwhile his hands work quickly on Elan's pants.]

You're in the mood for something slow and passionate, huh? ♪

[He drags down the zipper, then drags his thumb up the exposed cloth. Elan just copied him by unbuttoning his pants, so now he'll copy and Elan and palm at his crotch. Two can play this game!]

Very well, no objections!

[His lips kiss Elan's, hand sliding into his open pants, before he adds on,]

We can go slow and steady now, then fast and hard later~♪ How does that sound?

[ He breathes out as he feels fingers cup his arousal and trace its outlines. He twitches in response, aching for more friction, for more touch, for more anticipation. There's a shaky, breathy little laugh as he leans into the kiss and his fingers squeeze in reply. ]

That sounds like it's exactly what I asked for.

[ He squirms, his hips shifting to try and find a better position. To get some sort of friction beyond the hand that teases him. The pad of his thumb drags slowly against the shaft he can feel underneath his fingers, over the head, pressing cloth down to give a bit firmer touch. ]

I'll trust you to deliver~

["Fast and hard" is probably the closest Elan will get to dirty talk from Hiyori. Good thing Elan's appreciative.

It's true, though—with absolutely nothing else planned for the rest of the afternoon or the evening, they should have plenty of time for two rounds. There's no need to rush through anything, so if Elan wants Hiyori to take his sweet, sweet time with him, then that's exactly what he'll get.]

Great! ♪

[He chirps back a bit breathily, removing his hand from between Elan's legs and grinding their hips abruptly. Trapping Elan's hand between them and rubbing them together through their underwear.]

It can still be a race, since "slow and steady wins the race."

[While speaking cheerful nonsense, he lines their cocks up exactly. Smirking down at Elan, he intones,]

Which means I'll get to watch Elan-kun slowly and steadily come apart.

[And then he presses a kiss to Elan's jaw, trailing downward towards his throat after that.]

[ There's a little 'oop' noise from him as suddenly his hand is stuck between them - and there's some more of that delicious friction. A grind through the thin layers of cloth keeping them apart. But that's enough, at least for now. He exhales, a low little sigh, and his head goes back in a lazy little motion to accept the kisses that come to decorate his jaw and throat. ]

We'll see who wins...

[ His hips rise, equally lazy, and circle in a little motion to bring them together again. There's pleasure and heat and a giddy sense of anticipation. It's nice. Something he doesn't want to let go of. But he does work his hand free, if only so he can grasp onto Hiyori's shoulder. ]

And who falls apart first.

[ Well, probably him, but still. It's no fun if he doesn't push back. ]

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