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[ 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. ]

[Maybe this isn't the most graceful way to go about things. Maybe it's what the commoners call "dry-humping." But rolling his hips is something he got very good at doing onstage, and he might as well put that skill to use now, not for an audience's enjoyment but for Elan's.

It's definitely going to be him falling apart first. If Hiyori has his way, that is.

But he just presses a smile into Elan's skin, murmuring out words of encouragement.]

Yep, it's a competition. Do your best, Elan-kun~♪

[He nips at Elan's neck.]

Show me ev~erything you've learned ♪

[And then he nips again. Harder, lower, sinking his teeth in. He sucks at the skin, intending to bruise, all while still moving his hips. Maybe it's playing dirty, but Elan, unlike him, isn't an idol. Today he'll take advantage of that and leave all the marks he wants!]

[ Maybe it is just dry-humping, but there's no reason not to enjoy it, right? As it is, Elan's having a great time, his legs clenching a little as more kisses and little nips press into his skin. It's unfair, of course, but there's not much he can do about that - he just has to play by his own set of rules! ]

More than a few things...

[ He noses in against Hiyori's hair with another of those long, low exhales and then his wandering hand snakes into the waistband of Hiyori's underwear to give his ass a fond squeeze - skin against skin. He can't mark him, but he can touch. That's something isn't it?

At the same time he rolls his hips, tugging his partner closer so that he gets a particularly long drag of their bodies coming together. Maybe that'll do something. ]

[He focuses on his task of leaving marks, but he's very conscious of that ass grab, wriggling a little into it. Has Elan ever touched him there bare before?

A muffled noise comes from his throat when Elan grinds against him again, and he scrapes his teeth in response before he finally pulls away to murmur hotly against his skin.]

That's something Elan-kun's been learning, huh~?

[It's unclear if he means the hip rolls or the butt-groping. But there might be a buried question hidden in their somewhere. Hiyori knows Elan likes to finger himself; has he ever been the one to touch someone there before?

It's just a curiosity, though. For now he's content to roll his hips back and slather his tongue along the spot that he just bit, soothing over the bruise. Before moving his lips elsewhere on Elan's neck and sucking there next. Why stop at just one mark when the sky's the limit?]

I'm always learning something new, you know. I don't like being left in the dust.

[ He teases in reply - which doesn't exactly answer the question (or maybe it does, hard to say). But it's hard to be too cocky when there are teeth scraping skin and the two of them are pressed so close together that it's hard for him to really think about much else but the warmth and how good it feels to be curled close. His head goes back and he exhales in a low sigh that's almost a moan. His hand slips and then slides a little lower, rocking Hiyori down against him as he rolls up to meet him. ]

I'm gonna have to wear a scarf for a few days, huh?

[ He laughs breathily. ]

I think you enjoy that a little too much.

[Yep, that answer gives away nothing!

Or does it...? Either way, he'll chase that almost-moan, sucking on Elan's throat harder to try to turn it into a full moan.

At the same time, he's getting a little desperate. All that teasing through his underwear has made him incredibly hard, the head starting to bead just a little bit where it's peeking out of his waistband. It temps him to speed things up, but he can resist! Slow and passionate is how they're doing things!]

There's still time left in the day. We can go shop for one together if you want~♪ That's one of my favorite hobbies, you know. Shopping!

[He draws back from Elan's neck to happily chatter some more, pressing a kiss to the newest bitemark he made.]

Though I guess playing around with Elan-kun could also count as a hobby.

[He smirks, dragging his tongue along Elan's skin, right over his pulse point. Then, as an afterthought, one of his hands reaches behind himself to grasp Elan's wrist—guiding it to try to help pull his own pants down. This whole grinding-on-each-other thing seems like it'll be easier that way.]

[ Desperation is good, right? Not that Elan isn't also feeling a bit of that. He's also achingly hard and starting to really want some kind of relief - no matter what it is. But... he can wait.

Right? ]

Maybe later.

[ The invitation for a shopping trip is cute, he has to admit. He kinda likes it. ]

If it's a hobby, it's one you only get to indulge in sorta rarely-

[ Oh. He turns his head to let that tongue drag against his skin and he finally gives in to that insistent tug and starts to shimmy Hiyori's pants down and off. And then his own for good measure, even if that means they have to pull away from one another to really make it worth. It's one of the slightly awkward bits of making out! ]

Don't want you to feel like you're the only one taking things off...

Then that just makes it even more special when I do get to indulge ♪

[His cheerful reply comes when he pulls his face out of Elan's neck at last, having left two hickeys. It doesn't look like he's savaged him and they'll probably fade within a couple of days. Still, it's something to remember him by.

He was beginning to feel trapped in his pants, even with his fly down. Like this, Elan should be able to get at the parts he wants to touch easier! But objectively speaking, it is even more convenient to just take their pants off entirely, which seems to be Elan's gameplan. Alright, very well.

He climbs off Elan for a moment, kicking his pants off the rest of the way and leaving them on the other couch cushion with his shirt. He turns back to Elan in time to see his own pants coming off all the way, eyes roaming the newly-exposed skin.]

Elan-kun didn't want me to feel alone, huh? ♪

[Now they're just in their underwear, though the waistband of Hiyori's has been lowered enough that the head of his cock peeks out. It's flushed red and a little damp at the tip. He's utterly unashamed about the exposure, smirking as he moves to straddle Elan again, hands reaching for his slim waist while his fingers skim the elastic waistband.]

There's still one more piece in the way. Does Elan-kun want to be completely exposed? Or does he want to be touched and kissed through the cloth? You did something similar to me last time, so I'm trying to figure out if that's something you like!

[ To be fair, Elan isn't planning that far ahead - he's mostly oging with the flow and seeing what feels right in the moment and it so happens that in the moment he wants to take his pants off. Easy. So he takes a moment to wriggle out of his own and help Hiyori with his and then there they are - stripped down to underwear, a little disheveled - but there's nothing wrong with that.

His hands come up to cradle his waist as Hiyori settles over him again, fingers skimming his sides and then finally settling. He glances between them to admire the way that Hiyori looks like this - it's very attractive - and then his eyebrow arches as he glances up at him again. His response stutters for a moment as fingers skim against his belly and then he laughs. ]

...we might as well try through the cloth. If I don't like it, we can always switch, right?

[ Cheeky. ]

[Kind of ironic that the Hiyori in front of Elan has stripped down, while the one on the television screen is more covered up than ever. He's dressed head to toe like a squash, passing out flyers by the side of the road! But even though he originally took to that task with enthusiasm, he quickly starts finding the costume too stuffy, prompting him to complain loudly that he's too hot. This triggers a reminder from Jun that the camera crew is still filming, and at that point, Hiyori apologizes, saying he knows it's not their fault and that he likes the costume. He's just sensitive to heat, that's all!

The Hiyori on Elan's couch is also feeling sensitive and hot. But that's about where the comparison ends.

Elan's fingers glide across his stomach (he appreciates the lack of commentary about how "squishy" he is!), and he laughs all breathily before giving his verdict. Hiyori cheerfully replies,]

True! Just because someone usually takes one position doesn't mean they can't switch ♪

[Is this another callback to their earlier interaction, where Elan fondled his ass and Hiyori wondered if he'd ever fingered someone before? Perhaps it is.

Or perhaps not. Perhaps he's just running his mouth, just teasing like he is now, when he presses his soft bare thigh between Elan's legs, nudging it against the bulge in his underwear. Elan said doing stuff through the cloth was fine, so.]

They say variety is the spice of life.

[He smiles mischievously, rubbing there deliberately as he leans in to mouth at the juncture between Elan's neck and shoulder.]

You've definitely added a lot of that to my life.

[ Whether he means variety or spice (or both) is up in the air. Maybe that's not that important right now with the two of them pressed close together. The sound of the TV Hiyori complaining earns a little glance and a low laugh, but his attention is (perhaps fortunately) fixed on the very present and real Hiyori who is pressing close to him. In response to the leg between his thighs, Elan squirms and then he arches into it, a lazy little grind against his thigh through the cloth.

Elan is, apparently, absolutely fine with doing a little bit more of this. ]

Helps that you always manage to be a distraction when ever you show up.

[ His tone is a little breathy. Maybe for good reason! He interlaces his fingers at the nap of Hiyori's neck and, as he rolls his hips again, he tugs him down and plants a lingering kiss against his lips. How cute! ]

[Despite the obnoxious personality, Hiyori is a seasoned professional. He doesn't normally forget that he's on-camera, nor does he complain within earshot of the microphones. He's never had an on-air gaffe before! So what was the deal there? Was he just so hot that he forgot himself? Well...

The truth is: that moment was scripted!

The crew and the farmer both assure Hiyori that it's fine. If he's uncomfortable, why not take off the head of the mascot costume? Hiyori, in fake-surprise, asks if that's really okay. (Jun, in real surprise, echoes the same question. He didn't go over this with the crew beforehand the way Hiyori did.) But they tell him yes, yes it is. Won't everyone be delightfully surprised if they realize one of the two people who's been passing out flyers is Hiyori Tomoe? That should make for even more effective advertising.

In response, Hiyori says, "Alright, if you're absolutely sure." And just as a pair of young women come up to Jun, he reaches for his collar and pops the head of the costume off, revealing his beautiful (if slightly sweaty) face. The girls standing next to him gasp! They stare, slack-jawed!

"Phew, that feels much better," the Hiyori on the TV remarks. And then, noticing the two girls staring at him, he proceeds to flash his brightest smile. "Hi there! ♪"

They squee. Loudly. But that's all happening on the TV in some far-flung small town, and the Hiyori who's straddling Elan is very insistent on keeping his attention.

He's never had someone fuck his thighs. It is, however, fun to rub his thigh against Elan's clothed cock, idly wondering how much teasing Elan can take before he starts to beg for more. Or before he starts to rub against him desperately, like an animal in heat. The embarrassed, desperate Elan is cute!

Though the sly and lazy one underneath him is also cute.]

Of course I am. That's because I'm so cute!

[He plants a kiss on Elan's skin, hand skimming up Elan's stomach while his leg grinds down again.]

And because Elan-kun has a soft spot for me.

[Elan's fingers lace around his neck, and then he's tugged up into a kiss. It's soft and sweet, not desperate and full of hunger (yet). It is cute, so Hiyori kisses back, even though he'd been about to start trailing his mouth down lower. He can do cute and sweet!

Then he slips Elan some tongue. Which is less cute.]

[ Of course, Elan is a bit distracted - he's not that worried about whether the moments are scripted or not! His attention is much more focused on the very real, flesh and blood Hiyori that's settled against him. He's much more pleasant to deal with - at least right now. He hums softly, eyes drifting to the television for a brief moment to catch sight of Hiyori popping that head off - and then he's back to Hiyori as that thigh rubs against him again and Elan - Elan is quite happy to roll his hips against it in another lazy grind. He's not about to back away from this. He asked for it, after all.

No matter how frustrating it might end up becoming. ]

Cute, hmm? I guess you are. Otherwise I wouldn't be doing this with you.

[ He murmurs between kisses, his cock pressed against his thigh through the thin cloth of his underwear. It's a tantalizing feeling. Not quite enough, but also enticing. It's fun to play with that - to walk himself along that edge, wondering when his own control will slowly start to slip. ]

I guess you could call that a soft spot...

[ ANd then they're kissing again. Especially when there's tongue.

But he also drags his hand down Hiyroi's back, down, down, so he can grasp at his hip and tug him down and in, getting a bit more pressure against him and letting Hiyori's arousal slide against him as well. It's not quite the same as having a thigh directly between his legs, but it's probably going to earn something - right? ]

So Elan-kun's type is "cute," huh.

[Maybe his type is Hiyori. That'd be something.

Like the people on TV. They continue to geek out over the fact that the Hiyori Tomoe is standing right in front of them, silly mascot costume or no. Now that the jig is up, Jun half-laughs, half-sighs and says "Guess there's no point in me hiding anymore either, huh~?" and pops the head off his own costume, to another round of squeeing and cheers. Hiyori might be especially popular, but their fans love Jun, too!

So does Hiyori, actually. But that's not so relevant right now.

He has plenty of love in his heart. Right now he's intent on giving Elan a little love, delving into his mouth and stroking their tongues together. His thigh, pressed between Elan's legs, doesn't let up, either. He's got his own pent-up need that isn't being tended to, but that's fine. For now he's having fun taking what he wants from Elan.

Still. Elan's hands grasp at his hips, dragging him closer, and he can't ignore his own want, groaning into Elan's mouth as his cock finally gets some friction. He shifts on top of him, rubbing into his abdomen for a second. It's not enough to satisfy, though, and so he takes out his frustration by attacking Elan's mouth with his tongue. Kissing him hungrily, trying to make him absolutely breathless!]

[ The kissing is good.

The kissing is very good.

He's not even worrying about the TV anymore, he's worried about the way that Hiyori's tongue drives between his lips and how he does his best to respond. He is breathless, but that doesn't mean he's going to just sit back and take it. Instead he responds in kind - he tries to add a bit of teeth, too, a low laugh rolling out of him as he arches his back and gets another taste of friction. Of heat. It's good. ]

You're so overwhelming sometimes.

[ He's panting for breath. ]

You really like being in control, huh?

[He mewls when Elan nips at him. He can't have his lips getting bruised (or his tongue getting bitten!) but at the same time, it's not a complaint. Then Elan breaks it off before he can retaliate, breathing raggedly against his lips, and Hiyori turns smug when he hears how breathless he is.]

Does that mean you want to flip who's in control?

[He nudges his thigh pointedly against Elan's crotch, while his hand slides idly up Elan's chest. But there's no attempt to do anything but tease and call attention to himself.]

If so, you're going to have to work harder! ♪ I just wonder if Elan-kun will be satisfied with that since his hands won't be able to grope around wherever he wants anymore.

[In other words...

He can't grab his ass (as easily) while he's lying down. Not that he's doing that at the moment, anyway.]

I do like to lie back and get spoiled, though. Elan-kun remembers that much, right~? ♪

[ The constant teasing and back and forth is honestly what makes this fun. Elan laughs, body shivering as hands drag against his chest. He closes his eyes and breathes out with a low sigh, his mouth spreading in a grin. ]

I think I'd be satisfied either way.

[ He hums softly and shifts his hips a little, wriggling against Hiyori. ]

And spoiling you sounds like it might be fun. Although it might also be a full time job...

Now there's a job with prestige! ♪

[Hiyori pecks his lips before pulling back, smiling impishly. A hand slides over Elan's pec again while he shifts between Elan's legs.]

I could bring you back to the dorms. Elan-kun is cute, so he might pass as an idol. Then, once you're inside, I'll keep you in my room full-time! ♪ Your job will simply be to spoil me! Which can also include cooking.

[His thumb rubs over a nipple. This is not the first time he's touched Elan there since they started making out. But there's something else he wants to do when he sees those cute pink nubs standing at attention, so. He'll be moving onto that in a second.]

Though that might make Jun-kun jealous, since that's usually his job. So on second thought...

[He rubs Elan's chest again. And then, after moving his head down, he proclaims:]

I guess I'll be the one to spoil Elan-kun! ♪

[He chirps as though it's a sensible, logical conclusion and not just more nonsense. Then he flicks his tongue out against a nipple, bringing up his hand to play with the other one. No more blathering for a moment.]

Mmmm, I don't know about that. I think they'd hear my untrained singing voice and spot me right away-

[ He's still laughing at that when a finger brushes his nipple and he sucks in a little shivering breath, the erect nub feeling achingly hard under Hiyori's finger. It's a strange sensation but it's not one he dislikes, after all. ]

Heh. You really are-

[ Something because then that tongue and his lips join the hand and he mutes himself with one of his hands, squirming underneath Hiyori as he's teased )and maybe tortured, just a little). ]

[There's no singing test to get into the dorms (although it would be funny if there was one). But Hiyori doesn't mention that, nor does he mention the two roommates he has who would surely put a damper on the whole live-in lover scenario. (One of them is extremely obnoxious.) He just buries his face in Elan's chest and starts teasing with his mouth.

The two hardened nubs are like candy, like ripe fruit with how much they appeal to him. He'd like a taste, and so he covers one with his lips and starts to suck, grazing lightly with his teeth. Elan's squirmy reaction is gratifying, of course. There's just one problem: Elan covering his mouth. He'd like to hear more! And so he lashes his tongue out, soothing the bud underneath his lips, while giving the other one a firm pinch.]

[ Elan makes a low noise - almost a whine - as he finds himself attacked by Hiyori's mouth. It's frustrating and incredibly good how Hiyori is able to use his mouth like that. He is, admittedly, a little shy about making noise sometimes - so he's trying to keep that to himself. At least until Hiyori redoubles his efforts and he can't stop a little yelp from escaping him, his back arching as the sensitive nerve endings send shocks through him.

Fingers fold into his hair and tug - probably in encouragement.

Hopefully. ]

[A little shyness is cute, but a lot won't do. Especially when the TV is still going and Elan's noises have to compete with the sound of his own voice! (They sound surprisingly similar, him and Elan's voices do.) So, he's just going to do what he always does: keep trying, keep pushing, until his partner gives him what he wants.

He pops off his mouth and laughs, two little puffs of air against Elan's chest, after Elan gives that yelp. At other times he'd object to having his hair pulled, but Elan's firm grip makes him want to smirk instead. He wants more of that reaction, and so he switches things up, moving his head towards the other side of Elan's chest so he can lick the nipple he just pinched.

And rub the wet one he just licked with his fingers. The added moisture should help that feel more pleasurable. Meanwhile his thigh continues to shift ~innocently~ between Elan's legs, Elan's clothed erection rubbing against him. Maybe if Elan's lucky, he'll lick there next.

If he's lucky. And if he doesn't explode from all the teasing before then.]

[ It really isn't fair, is it? But Elan asked for this, so maybe he shouldn't complain (he's not complaining). Instead he leans into the touch with a noise - soft and pleased and rolling up to meet his lips and fingers. At the same time his hips hitch and he presses hard into his thigh, grinding again, desperate for a little more friction. His fingers tug and he manages to work his free hand down to at least retaliate a little in kind - fingers pressed against his chest, finding a nipple to squeeze and pinch. ]

[Elan's getting more desperate, more noisy, grinding himself against Hiyori. Hiyori can feel the shape of him clearly and it strokes his own desires. He wants to be satisfied, but he also wants to feel Elan more: touch him, feel it press against him without any clothes in the way, maybe get a taste of him just like he's doing now, his tongue lashing out against Elan's chest and his teeth scraping ever-so-lightly.

He's expecting more of that grinding but he wasn't expecting Elan to reach for his chest. That's what he does, finding a nipple to pinch, and Hiyori hitches his breath, drawing back with wet lips and flushed cheeks.]

Ha...

[He breathes out audibly, shifting his hips for some friction, his own (mostly) clothed cock rubbing against Elan's own leg. Should they keep touching each other, keep moving together, driving each other crazier, or should they switch to one person doing the "giving" and the other the receiving? He had an idea for what to do next, but maybe he'll just ask.]

Say, Elan-kun...

[He shifts his thigh again, looking at the other boy through dark eyes.]

What is it you want most in the world? You have me with you, so don't be afraid to show as much greed as you want~♪

[ Oh. He's a little distracted, but Hiyori's voice makes him blink and give him a glance, his breath hitching as he tries to catch his breath. It's a little rough, true, but he thinks he's managing. He stills and peers up at him, tongue running over his lips as he tries to collect his rather scattered thoughts.

His fingers don't stop, though. They skim over Hiyori's chest still, teasing a little as he tries to get himself back in order. ]

What I want most in the world out of sex? Or just in general?

[ He drawls in response. Yeah, he's a being a pill about this. It's what he does. ]

Because those are different things, you know.

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