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[Elan isn't complaining at all, honestly! ]

Eh. I don't know...

[ Thinking about what he'd want in a partner... that's tricky, isn't it? ]

I like having space to myself sometimes. I don't know if I could handle being tied at the hip with someone all the time.

Being tied at the hip does sound inconvenient. You'd probably trip!

[He says, his fingers sliding briefly up and down over Elan's hips to punctuate what he's saying.]

But I guess that's why our relationship works. I give you space most of the time, and give you love when you need some love~♪

[He tilts his head down, speaking close to Elan's ear, his fingers moving around to Elan's stomach so he can hug him lightly from behind.]

[ There's a low little exhale as he feels fingers slide over his hips and said hips sway slightly in response. ]

We have it down to an art.

[ He replies with an amused laugh - and then he shivers again as Hiyori tilts his head down and their embrace grows a little closer. He tilts his head back to rest it against Hiyori's shoulder and in the close confines of the shower he also presses his body back into him, the curve of his ass pressing back in a teasing little gesture. ]

I think we should congratulate ourselves.

[Elan leans back against him, and it's cute.

Though not purely cute. This also has the effect of pressing a rather soft part of him into a rather sensitive area of Hiyori. And not just soft but wet, the water dripping down his skin in rivulets. Hiyori's breath hitches, and his lower body gives a resulting throb.

But he's fine. He can behave!!]

And how do you suggest we do that?

[He leans down, resting his head against Elan's, still holding lightly onto his waist. It's just an innocent hug! ... an innocent naked hug.]

[ Elan's lips spread in a little grin as he feels (and hears) that hitch of breath. He leans back a little more - back to chest now, still pressed right up against Hiyori and letting him feel every bit of his very wet, warm body.

Maybe Hiyori can behave, but it's possible Elan doesn't want to. ]

Well... since we're in the shower, we could make another mess.

[ He punctuates that with a little shimmy of his hips. ]

It could be fun.

[A shiver zips straight up his spine.

As a member of Eden, he should be well-equipped to deal with some hip wiggles. He's the one who's usually out there rolling his own hips for the audience to appreciate! But he wasn't expecting Elan to take such an aggressive line of attack. Or, er... any line of attack. Perhaps he let his guard down and got suckered in by Elan's cuteness.]

Don't tell me that was your goal all along.

[His tone sounds comically shocked. He fell into a seduction trap! And now his dick is twitching against Elan's soft, smooth skin. It hasn't been too long since they went at it, yet he can tell he'll be ready to go again in minutes.

His fingers slide lower on Elan's hips, breath warm against Elan's ear.]

Elan-kun... sure is greedy.

[He wriggles forward a little, pressing himself against... well. Against the part that's pressing against him!]

I wouldn't say all along...

[ Elan replies with an air of innocence. One undermined by the way he grinds back against Hiyori and tilts his head back to rest it on his shoulder. His hand comes up to card fingers through Hiyori's damp hair and Elan flashes a little smile as he feels the reaction he's earning from him. ]

I'm allowed to be greedy, right? I don't get to see you that often. And you're the one who showed me how fun this is, right?

[ Totally not Elan's fault. He's blameless. ]

[A trap. He's fallen into a trap. His debut single as Eve described that very phenomenon, with him and Jun singing about trapping the listener and making them surrender to pleasure. But he never dreamed such a thing would happen to him!

But it has, and here he is. Elan rubs back against him, turning to flash him an anything-but-innocent smile, reaching up to play with his hair. And Hiyori just can't resist his smile, his body heat, or his magnetic pull. In a breathy tone, he murmurs,]

That's right.

[His cock is waking up, stirring between Elan's wet cheeks. They haven't decided how they're doing things yet, but in this position, the outcome seems obvious. It feels obvious, too.

He digs his fingers into Elan's skin and pitches his hips forward, rubbing against him more firmly.]

The one who introduced Elan-kun to this world of pleasure was none other than me. I'm the reason he's gotten addicted. So I'll take full responsibility...♪

[And then, since Elan's face is still turned around, he surges down to steal his lips.]

[ Elan seems way too pleased to feel the effect he's having on Hiyori. He's the teasing type, of course, but for a while these more intimate interactions have involved him being a bit passive... so he's interested in taking a bit of a lead here, even if it's the sort of thing where he'll be recieving the attention. There's a low exhale - a pleased sigh - as Hiyori leans into him. The rush of warm water, the feeling of him rubbing against his body, it's a good combination. One that makes his eyes fall half shut as he sways.

Although he is being careful not to slip. That'd be a terrible way to end the day. ]

You'll have to. You're the one who made me appreciate all of this.

[ He punctuates that with another grind, this one much more direct and much more suggestive. ]

You made me feel so good that one time... and now I want to do it all over again.

[He smiles into their kiss. This—what Elan was just talking about—is what he loves. Taking someone with limited life experience, and introducing them to new pleasures. Helping them discover new parts of themself, watching them grow and bloom like a flower.

He licks into Elan's mouth, one hand splayed across Elan's stomach, his fingers dipping teasingly low, while the other still holds his hip. He rubs and grinds himself into full hardness, his cheeks turning pinker at the way Elan moves back into him. It feels dirty, despite their squeaky-clean environment. But maybe this kind of thing isn't so bad. With the shower curtain drawn and the outside world shut out, no one else has to know.

It does get awkward to kiss at that angle, with Elan's head twisted around, so it isn't long before he draws back, still resting his head against Elan's.]

Elan-kun thinks about that first time a lot, hm~? ♪

[He resumes the conversation like it's nothing.]

I knew it must have left some impression, since Elan-kun started taking stuff with him on trips that makes him all slick inside.

[He smirks, thinking about their last encounter in the mountains. He'd been surprised Elan had lube with him. Surprised, but not unpleasantly so!

He rubs right into him again, cock pressed near Elan's hole without pushing into him. A tease and a taste of what's to come, for both of them.]

You must keep some of that stuff in here, right? You prepared to seduce me here, so you must!

[ Oh. That kiss is not quite what he expected, but he welcomes it with a low sigh, his lips parting and his tongue tangling with his. There's the feeling of water-slick skin rubbing against skin. He can feel the hardness pressed against him and it makes his own arousal stir all over again - although not to full mast just yet. Instead he savors the privacy of their little world, shut away from everything else in this corner of his apartment.

The kiss breaks and he snorts, his cheeks coloring. ]

I liked it. There's nothing wrong with that.

[ He gives Hiyori's ear a little tug and then rolls his eyes - but he's not denying any of it. Not really. ]

I've got some. Just... wait a second.

[ He turns to rummage through the various supplies on the shower shelf. He didn't exactly plan this, but he did think that it might happen... so yeah, he stuck a little bottle here, just in case. Out it comes and he pops the cap, smearing a generous dollop onto his palm and then dropping to massage it over Hiyori's cock, smearing it over the surface to make it slick and shining. ]

Is the seduction working? I think it is, but I should make sure.

[Elan rummages around until he finds something, and yep, Hiyori knew it. Elan-kun was prepared. Prepared to seduce him, that is! Though it's possible he keeps lube in here just to work himself open, pressing fingers behind himself and resting an arm on the shower wall for support, his teeth sunk into his lower lip and his cheeks flushed with pleasure.

It doesn't seem like there will be any fingering happening first this time, though. Instead of passing the bottle over, Elan squirts some into his own hand and reaches for Hiyori's cock, slicking it up without any further ado. Hiyori gasps at the sensation, his hips jerking and his mind gone blank—it isn't lost on him that they're not using condoms, which means he'll be pressing into Elan's slick, tight heat completely bare...

If he goes along with this. He could tell Elan it's best to be safe, as his senpai who introduced him to the world of sex!

But is it a big deal...? He doubts Elan gets around enough to have a disease, and he certainly doesn't have one. And whatever resistance he might have to the idea is quickly melting away beneath the warm shower spray and the warm, slick strokes of Elan's hand. Hiyori lets out a soft noise, breathing raggedly for a moment in lieu of answering.]

You really are a sly one.

[His hands hold Elan's waist lightly while his gaze drifts down to Elan's lower body. In a heated tone, he murmurs:]

You said you want to make a mess. So I'm sure Elan-kun won't complain if I make a mess a~ll over his lower back.

[It's a tease, and the closest he'll come to dirty talk. But it's also a way to address the lack of condoms without actually mentioning them.]

[ What Elan may or may not do in the shower is something he'll keep to himself for now. At least what he does whe nhe's alone, anyway, since it's very clear what he's up to right now. His palm glides over Hiyori in a smooth, even stroke and his eyes gleam as he glances down and then up, meeting Hiyori's eyes with a little grin.

It's true; they could be safer about this. It'd make for less of a mess, too. But Elan really doesn't get around that much (at all, really, Hiyori has been his only sexual partner), so there's no disease to worry about. Later on, he'll think about it - and maybe insist on it next time. But that's for the future, surely? Right now there's the two of them and the heated, tense atmosphere, that need for release, the sense of wanting too much right away....

It's nice. ]

Well, we're in the right place for that kind of mess, right? We can clean up again after.

[ Elan sticks his tongue out and then steals a quick kiss from him before he turns and bends forward for him, one hand braced against the shower wall, the other hand reaching back to tug at one of his cheeks to better expose himself. It's quite a sight - his entrance on display, his half-hard cock swaying slightly between his thighs. It's meant to be seductive and entirely lewd. ]

True! That's why Elan-kun seduced me in the shower—

[His teasing is cut short by a quick peck on the lips. He kisses back, then watches Elan bend over in front him. Braced against the wall, with one hand reaching behind himself, he looks just as Hiyori pictured in his imagination. So Elan does play with himself in the shower!

Except he's not having some fun alone right now. This time, he's presenting himself like an offering. Hiyori's eyes widen and his throat goes dry, a great bolt of heat jolting through his spine. If he had any lingering misgivings, any serious objection about not using condoms, they all seem to melt away. He feels like a man possessed as he steps forward, hands sinking into Elan's hips, gripping the sides of his ass.]

Elan-kun looks so adorably desperate.

[He says, as though his heart isn't beating fast and his fingers aren't trembling from excitement himself. He's never quite been in this sort of erotic situation, with such a shameless, eager partner. He moves a hand to position himself, pressing his uncovered cock against Elan's hole, and exhales another hot, shaky breath.]

But one of us has to be responsible, so I'll try not to mess you up too badly.

[And then he starts to push into him, into that beckoning heat. True to his word, he pauses after about three inches, noticing how tight Elan feels and not wanting to hurt him. But his breath is all caught in his throat and his eyes are wide and stunned—stunned by how tight Elan squeezes him, by how good it already feels.]

[ Elan's intial response is a low, breathy little laugh. He can feel fingers settling against his hips and he savors it. There's a tremble to Hiyori that he can feel and it makes him want to feel more of that. To see just how badly he can make him lose himself. He swallows hard, feeling the water rush against his back and seeing Hiyori arrange himself. ]

Responsibility is over-rated.

[ And then his voice turns into a low, gasping little whine as Hiyori starts to slide into him. It's been a while since he's done this with someone, so it's a little overwhelming at first. A sense of pressure and weight and heat, of being filled and split open. There's a bit of a burn and his breath stutters - but he rolls back to meet him, slowly trying to work Hiyori deeper, his body clenching tight. ]

So just... f-forget about that kind of thing for a little while.

[He hears that little whine over the shower spray, over the rhythmic pound of his own heartbeat. It strokes his desire higher, makes it burn hotter. What's even more overwhelming is the way Elan pushes back almost immediately, seeking more, hardly needing any time at all to adjust. Adorably desperate, just as Hiyori said before.

He shudders out an exhale that turns into a laugh, soft and breathless.]

Mm, I know. Forget every~thing else but Elan-kun.

[He shifts his hips, wriggling forward just a bit more. Elan wants this; he's shown that beyond all doubt. But it feels so, so tight, and Hiyori doesn't want to hurt him, and he's honestly overwhelmed himself. So he continues to ease into him slowly, bit by bit.]

And I'll make sure you forget every~thing but me~♪

[He wiggles in closer, holding Elan tight around the waist, his lips pressed against the shell of Elan's ear.]

You're making it pretty easy-

[ He trails into a low gasp, the words dying as Hiyori wriggles closer and he feels their bodies sliding against one another - and Hiyori's cock working deeper, opening up with a bit of a sting and a burn, but it feels good. Especially when he grinds over his prostate and there's that electric buzz of pleasure. Not the same as the stretched, taut, sharp feeling that comes elsewhere, but a vibration, almost. A hum that suffuses him and makes his limbs tingle.

Elan's tongue rolls over his lips and he tilts his head to give Hiyori better access to his ear, his throat, his shoulder. An arm goes back to wrap around his neck and head and tug him close for an intimate little snuggle, his hips working in a slow, circular little grind. A teaser before they begin - or maybe it'll just be this. Something slow and lazy as opposed to quick and hard. ]

[Elan twists himself around, exposing more of his nape, the side of his face. Hiyori exhales another hot breath against his earlobe before nipping the skin, still rolling his hips lazily against him.]

Nothing wrong... with being easy...♪

[Hah. He grinds himself in a bit more, before pulling out a bit and pushing in again. Since he didn't stretch Elan with his fingers, he'll just have to stretch him with, well... himself!

Then again, it's not like Elan seems to need much prep when he's moving back into him still. It's tempting to encourage that, too: to keep the movements to a minimum and let Elan do the rest. But he won't be that much of a tease. It's more fun to move together, and so he tries to grind at the same time as Elan, one hand gripping his hip while the other one strokes over his stomach. He's still not all the way in him yet, but soon.]

[ Elan bites down on his own lower lip as he feels Hiyori grind in to meet him. It is a bit of a struggle, at least at first. No prep makes it a bit harder. But he doesn't mind that right now. It's what he wants. So his breath eases out in a low sigh and he keeps rocking back, his body taking more and more of Hiyori. Bit by bit. Until finally he settles back against him, feeling full and stretched and warm and...

Well.

He won't use the l-word.

But he does take a deep breath, still bracing himself with a hand. ]

How's that feel?

["Easy" might not be the best word. He can't see Elan's whole face, but he can tell this isn't going as smoothly as it could have. But that's what all the teasing and touching and hip-wiggling has been for, and at any rate, Elan doesn't make any pained noises. He just sighs and presses back into it, slowly but surely, until Hiyori is sheathed all the way. It's him who gets them there, turning Hiyori's vision white, making him see stars.

He breathes out shallowly, legs trembling a little. It's good, so good. Unbelievably good. But he can't say that when Elan asks, can't say anything at first. Eventually, however, he breathes out another breathless little laugh.]

Pretty snug~♪

[He presses his hand more firmly against Elan's stomach. Now Elan can feel him from both sides while he nuzzles himself against his back, nose against his hair. It's soft, affectionate, warm. And maybe they're not "in love," not really, but there's nothing to say he can't be loving. That he can't make Elan feel loved; that they can't share something like that between them.]

Elan-kun's hugging me s~o tight, just like during our first time~♪

[He grinds his hips against Elan's ass, breathing out a short little moan. It's his usual brand of dirty talk, teasing and obscene, but still sweet.]

So let's... keep going slow... so we can both enjoy it~♪

[So it can last longer, is what he means. Though there's nothing to say they can't pick up the pace in a minute. For now, however, he pulls back by degrees, easing in gently again afterwards, letting his own need burn at a slow boil.]

[ Elan finds he enjoy this a lot. Although he wouldn't be doing it if he didn't enjoy it, right? But there's something about feeling Hiyori pressed nice and close and inside of him while there's lips and a nose pressing into his hair and his neck and fingers pressing against his belly. It's being embraced and almost sheltered. A funny feeling, but a good one. Not love, not exactly.

But maybe close enough.

Elan laughs, short and breathless, as Hiyori grinds up against him and Elan responds by rolling his hips back to meet him, rolling up onto the balls of his feet with a low little whine. ]

No... complaints here...

[ It really does feel strange and different but pleasurable. That slow sense of being emptied out and then filled again as Hiyori takes his time with him. His fingers grip at Hiyori, urge him a little closer - but he's fine with the pace. ]

You feel good like this. [ He murmurs. ] Careful or I'll be demanding more.

[Elan rolls back against him at the same time as he jerks forward, and he moans before warning:]

C... Careful. I wouldn't want Elan-kun to slip.

[Though Elan's at least using the wall for support. And he feels awfully unsteady on his feet, himself.

"Slow, so they can both enjoy it longer" was the idea. In truth, he might have been trying to cover up the fact that it feels so good he's not sure how long he can last if he really goes for it. Every squeeze of Elan around him threatens to turn his brain into mush, to capsize him completely in pleasure. It's better than anything he's ever felt before, like this, and he expels another hot and shaky laugh as he grinds against Elan's hips and buries himself fully.]

Haha, does that mean... I'll get to see Elan-kun's cute begging face after all? ♪

[He stays fully sheathed, head nudging against Elan's so his lips can press briefly to Elan's temple. Meanwhile the hand on Elan's stomach strokes there some more, the side of his hand brushing the tip of Elan's cock. Now there's a part of him that must just be desperate for attention. Slowly, his fingers curl around the head, forming a light grip as he rolls his hips again. Trying to give Elan what he needs... or perhaps just make him even more desperate, even closer to begging.]

[ In response, Elan spread his legs a little more to try and get a little more stable. Ending the evening by faceplanting into the side of the shower and smashing his nose would be a terrible thing, after all. Even so, he's losing himself a little in the pleasure and the heat that comes everytime Hiyori slides into him again. He breathes out in a little shaky sigh and tilts his head into the brush of lips against his temple.

He hates to admit it, but he feels... what?

Kinda safe? Taken care of?

He tries not to think about that too hard. Which is made easier when a hand slides against his cock and he makes a little noise - it feels good, especially when Hiyori is giving him something to rut himself into. He gasps, stutters, and then hitches his hips, his fingers curling against the tile as he finds himself pressed between Hiyori's hand and the roll of his hips against his ass. ]

Hiyori-

[ It's a low moan. He can feel himself building and building and he doesn't know how much longer he'll last. ]

[Elan's voice grows lower, breathier, even more deliciously desperate. He's keeping himself steady against the wall, but his hips sway back and forth, and it seems like he's trapped—unsure whether to thrust into the hand toying with his front or the pleasure he's receiving in back, perhaps. It's cute, and Hiyori loves seeing him like this.

But now he's at a crossroads. Does he really go for it, pushing them both over the edge? Or does he try to draw it out more, make Elan even more desperate? The latter is tempting. But it may require restraint he doesn't have. Every clench of Elan's body makes him feel delirious, and he's already close himself, for all that they haven't been at it too long. He's never done it like this, after all: under the warmth shower spray, a willing and eager partner bucking back against him, no condom to speak of.

For now he settles for thrusting himself in short, staccato jerks, unwilling to pull too far out of that tight, hot heat. Every movement creates an audible wet smack of his hips against Elan's ass, pricking his ears with heat, and he moans long and loud, his breath washing hot and heavy over Elan's temple, the back of his ear. Who's the one who's desperate here? Who's the one who can't help themselves?

Both of them, clearly. But he'll do everything in his power to make sure Elan's even more desperate. To pull more sweet, sweet sounds out of him.]

Haaah...

[He gives a low groan at the same time as Elan moans, and then he smiles. Pressing his hips forward, he grinds into Elan, his wrist twisting on Elan's cock, squeezing around the base and then stilling for a moment.]

Elan-kun and I... sound so good together... Just like karaoke! ♪

[(Hopefully the neighbors can't hear this "karaoke.")]

[ The short, sharp jerks earn a little noise out of Elan - a noise he might be embarrassed to remember later, but he's feeling very good in the moment. It's a sort of low whine and gasp, his breath driven out of him with the little slap of their bodies coming together. His whole body feels like its on pins and needles, a rush of heat coming over him and then another. Waves of it in time with the press and pull. His head tilts and he tries to nuzzle in to Hiyori's cheek, lost in his own want and need and the alluring, warm press of a body against his. The feeling of being filled. ]

N-not the kind you tell other people about...

[ He mumbles and he presses a kiss against Hiyori's cheek - and at the same time his hips work, trying for a bit more friction against the hand wrapped around his shift. He swallows hard and after a moment, he lets his pride fall away. He's come this far, right? Even if he's going to smack Hiyori if he teases him too much. ]

C'mon, let me... finish... [ Haaaah. It's not quite a plea, but it's close. ]

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