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[ 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.

Oh, are they?

[He smirks back in response, happy to be a pill in return.]

I didn't know! After all, whenever I meet up with Elan-kun, we end up doing "that" sort of thing. Almost as though he wants me for my body!

[Like he's not the one who initiates half the time (or perhaps more than half). And while he's talking, a hand trails down to join his thigh between Elan's legs, just to put a ribbon on that hypocrisy.]

But I guess I'm still willing to hear you out no matter what you want. So...

[He leans in, his mouth brushing Elan's jaw.]

Go ahead and tell me a~ll your desires.

[ Hiyori is so annoying sometimes. But in an endearing way. He half-laughs and then trails into a low groan as fingers go between his thighs and tease against his hardened cock. So for a few moments his answer has to wait, at least until he get his thoughts back into any kind of decent order. ]

I think right now I want you nice and close to me. [ He admits that with a little bit of a blush, his legs spreading a bit, the one on the outside of Hiyori's hiking up to tug against his hip. ]

But that might change in the future, so who knows?

[ He flashes a grin. ]

So embrace me for now. And we'll figure out the rest later.

[Him? Annoying? Never heard that before!

The fact Elan makes his request with a bit of a blush only adds to its charm. His legs spread, wrapping around him, and his smile looses some of its toothiness as he gazes down at Elan warmly.]

Elan-kun wants to be held, huh? That's an awfully cute want.

[But it's one he's willing to go along with. His hand—the one that's not palming against Elan's crotch—shifts behind his back, holding him on the couch, while his nose nudges against Elan's.]

Very well. As a reward for your honesty, I'll grant you your wish~ ♪

[He kisses Elan on the lips. Soft, warm, building up a gentle pressure. He presses their bodies close together, chest to chest, hips to hips. There's nothing in between them except underwear.

And his own hand, which proceeds to fix that problem by tugging Elan's waistband down. Elan said he wants to be held, so Hiyori's scrapping his original idea and trying something else to get him off.]

Doesn't everyone want to be held at some point?

[ Elan scoffs, almost pouting - but it's a mock pout and it slides away as they come together and they kiss. It's nice to be like this, with almost nothing between them. It's warm and erotic and enticing. Comforting, even - and then suddenly there's a hand tugging his underwear down (well, maybe not suddenly, considering all the making out they've been doing). He wriggles his hips to try and help a little with that, his cock swaying and pressing against his belly as he does. ]

Oh? How are you interpreting this request?

Yep~

[He says in response to the first question.]

We're living beings, so it's only natural to crave closeness, warmth, and the feeling of someone else's heartbeat. Some of us are just better at expressing our wants than others.

[Jun always turns him down when Hiyori asks if he wants a hug (not that he always asks permission first), which Hiyori chalks up to him being honest and shy. But it's hard to be open about your wants and needs when you've been treated badly in the past. Given that truth, he's lucky Elan can admit he wants to be held. And since that's what Elan said he wants, Hiyori makes sure to give him plenty of warmth, planting kiss after kiss on Elan's soft lips and pressing their bare chests together, skin-to-skin and heartbeat-to-heartbeat.

And also tugs Elan's underwear underneath his balls. He can multitask!]

You want to feel me close, right?

[He speaks in a low, whispery tone, his breath ghosting Elan's lips. With a warm but mischievous smile, he proceeds to tug down his own waistband, freeing his own cock.

Which he then presses against Elan's, nothing left in between them. With a breathy noise, he wraps a hand around them both, pecking Elan's lips again.]

If this isn't what you want, you'd better say so now!

Yeah, some of us are. I'm working on making it something I can do, honestly.

[ He half-laughs. It's true, too. He's had a very strange life and intimacy of any sort isn't always easy - although since he's met Hiyori it's obviously become much easier in certain situations. He filters his fingers into his hair as they kiss again and then again. It's a good feeling, honestly. Warm and fuzzy and more than a bit wet. He hums and then arches up to meet him, pressing closer and letting his cock drag against his skin. ]

N-no, this is pretty much exactly what I envisioned-

[ It's much more of a laugh - and he gets bolder too. His hand grabs at Hiyori's ass to drag him closer so they can grind together a little more easily, a little closer. It's a sharp little squeeze, something to remind Hiyori that yes, he still has a bit of bite to him. Even if he's a bit softer these days than he used to be. His cock twitches as they come together and he leans up to steal a kiss - this one longer and deeper than the little pecks they've been exchanging. ]

[He shifts into the hand groping his backside, his blush blooming brighter on his cheeks. In response he breathlessly chirps,]

Good! ♪ Because I plan to give Elan-kun exactly what he wants.

[And then, at long last, he shuts up. Elan surges to connect their mouths again, and Hiyori lets their kiss muffle his every moan and gasp as he starts to find a rhythm. He rolls his hips, thrusting against Elan and into his own hand, which he moves up and down on their cocks. It's a little rough, a little clumsy, and more than a bit desperate. The head of his cock is leaking after all that teasing build-up, and it helps ease the friction between them, palm rubbing over himself to pick up some of that slickness. His excitement is at its peak now, and he pants raggedly for breath in between kisses, racing Elan to the finish line.

Though if he finishes first, that'll feel good for him. And if he makes Elan finish first, that'll also be satisfying. So maybe there are no winners and no losers here.]

[ This is a little different, isn't it? He's never actually frotted before, but it feels good. A heated friction, rough and lubricated by their mutual arousal, one that sends jolts of heat through his body. He sighs into the kiss, his hands gripping - one still in Hiyori's hair, the other against the curve of his ass to encourage him to go a little faster, a little harder, as his own body arches up to meet him. It's not the same as the other times they've come close and let their bodies meet, but that's half the thrill, isn't it?

His hips twist and there's a muffled moan against Hiyori's mouth as he squirms. It's not overwhelming enough to make him tug away, but it's getting there - building and building and making him want more (but almost too sensitive). He twists and presses into him with a low ragged gasp and then he bits at his lower lip with a breathy laugh.

He doesn't know who will fall apart first, but he's not thinking too hard about it, either. ]

[Has Hiyori ever frotted before? Great question!

Has he ever heard the word "frotting" before? Definitely not. All he knows is that he likes this: likes feeling Elan hard and hot against him, likes muffling Elan's noises with his tongue, likes having fingers in his hair and a hand squeezing his ass (though the last one's a tad embarrassing to admit to, so you didn't hear it from him!). Elan pulls him down with that hand, tugging him in close as he thrusts into Hiyori's grip, and Hiyori gives him the best that he's got, rolling his hips like a wave, moving his hand fast on their cocks and squeezing around the tips.

He can't hold back his own noises. He's getting just as much pleasure from this as Elan, and he groans into the kiss before their lips disconnect. He pants for breath, watching Elan bites his own lip, looking lost in his own pleasure. And Hiyori, who has the urge to bite something too, decides to bury his lips in Elan's neck again, scraping his teeth.]

Be a good boy and come for me.

[He says, breathless, on the verge of coming himself, his free hand pressing down on Elan's torso and his other hand jerking their cocks. Apparently "fast and hard" wasn't the only dirty talk he could muster.]

[ Elan's eyes flicker and he feels the scrape of teeth against his throat and the slow thrust (or not so slow, really) of their bodies together. The grip of fingers around them both. It just feels good and he can't begin to put that into words. He's just trying to ride the wave as it comes rolling over the two of them. His breath escapes in a low stutter and his hips hitch.

It's a little embarrassing to admit that he's very turned on by the whole "good boy" thing, but he isn't going to admit it. At least not right now. Instead he makes a noise and his hips hitch up to thrust against Hiyori's cock and his fingers and he feels the pleasure come closer and closer, drawing himself taut until he snaps. He finally does fall apart - he comes. His cock twitches and his whole body feels as if it's been drawn far too tight, his whole being focused on the feeling of white heat that floods him. His come spatters against his belly and over Hiyori's fingers as he struggles to breathe.

It's an agonizing, wonderful moment. ]

[If Elan won't admit it, then perhaps he needs to pry the information out of him.

But he definitely got something out. That something splatters his skin, sticks to his fingers and coats his knuckles, and it's that and the noise that Elan makes and the taste of Elan's skin beneath his tongue that topples him over the edge, the two of them crossing the finish line almost at the same time. He grinds their hips furiously and rubs his now-sticky hand even faster, unconcerned about overstimulating Elan, until he moans into Elan's neck and comes. His own cock twitches and throbs as he spills into his hand, some of it dripping down onto Elan's skin, adding to the mess between them.

He misses the look on Elan's face, sadly. Elan misses the look on his too. For a moment he's just slumped there, face still buried in Elan's neck, his lips making warm puffs of breath against Elan's skin. The room is quiet save for their breathing and some faint instrumental music from the TV. Then he does pull back, his sticky hand releasing their cocks in the process.

For a moment he looks drunk and unfocused, his face eyes-half lidded. Then he takes in the picture that Elan makes, purple eyes meeting green ones, and he smiles, warm and fond and insufferably smug.]

Right on cue, hmm~? That's my good boy~♪

[ Elan certainly has no complaints. Even when Hiyori keeps going and wrings more sensation out of him. He feels heated and overstimulated, almost like he might peak again - but it's a good feeling, if overwhelming, and he rides the wave for as long as he can, panting for breath and clinging hard to Hiyori as he finally feels him fall apart. There's another warm splatter, sticky and slick, and they collapse together. He breathes slow and deep, basking in that languid, post-orgasmic moment as everything crashes back to earth. He nuzzles a little closer.

Aw, he's affectionate.

He glances down between them a bit blearily and then laughs, cheeks reddening. ]

If you tell anyone about this little turn-on, I'll be upset.

[That's the fun thing about Elan. Whether Hiyori's trying to stretch him wide enough for three fingers, pushing him to see how much teasing he can endure, or seeking his own release even after Elan's already spent, there's always more Elan can give him. And the ever-greedy Hiyori Tomoe always wants more.

And Elan wants it too, doesn't he? There's satisfaction that can be found in pushing oneself to the limit. Now, in the aftermath, he seems adorably cute and content, nuzzling up to Hiyori like a cat.]

The one where I call you a good boy? Or the one where I call you my good boy?

[He cheerfully questions Elan as though the distinction matters. Leaning down, he plants a kiss on Elan's sweaty forehead.]

Either way, your secret's safe with me! ♪

Probably both. It isn't like I have a lot of friends who'd be scandalized, but still...

[ He shrugs. ]

Not like it's something you want spread around, right?

[ He noses at Hiyori, planting a kiss on his chin. This isn't love, but it is affection and a comfortable sort of companionship. ]

I feel like we might want to shower after that. Before everything gets too sticky.

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