[He blinks. "Your majesty?" That's close to what Ibara calls him. What a cheeky boy.
But he's also a cute cheeky boy. So he's got that going for him.]
I'm surprised you can relax with someone like me sitting next to you.
[He accepts the tea mug, holding it gingerly so it doesn't scald his hands.]
But I guess it's like exposure therapy. Once you've spent enough time with me, you get used to being around handsome types! And cute people, and other good-looking types.
[It's not just his looks. His personality is a lot to deal with, too. But Elan's also gotten used to that by now, surely.]
So Elan-kun feels perfectly relaxed even when I do this, huh~?
[He leans in and speaks the last few syllables into Elan's ear, lips ghosting the shell of his earlobe, warm breath hitting the skin. (He does wait until Elan's securely holding his mug again, at least, so he doesn't spill the tea.)]
[ Ack-! Elan does jump a little, goosebumps raising on the nape of his neck - but he manages to keep himself mostly under control as he shoots him an unamused look. ]
[He takes another sip. The silence only lasts a moment, however, before he sets the cup down in his lap and continues to chatter.]
But you know, by loving myself so much, I might just inspire my fans to love themselves more. In fact, I know I do! That's a nice side effect, wouldn't you say?
[Hiyori speaks the words pointedly, eyes on Elan's.]
When we first met, Elan-kun seemed tired and directionless. He wasn't sure he had anything he wanted, other than to see a nice view. And he was still working that dead-end job where he was heartlessly being used as a pawn.
[He's still smiling, but his tone is serious. He thinks back to their first pair of encounters, the time Elan seemed impressed by something as simple as soft serve ice cream, the way all he wanted was to see the sky. He'd seemed exhausted, back then and Hiyori now understands why. Elan wasn't just overworked; he was suffering from a lack of freedom, a bird trapped inside a cage.
But his wings hadn't been clipped. And now, he's taken flight, hasn't he?]
But now Elan-kun has his own apartment, hobbies, job, and all sorts of stuff.
[Hiyori gestures around with his free hand, at the walls and at the photographs hanging on them.]
He can love others, and he can give himself some love! ♪ And most of that's probably because of him, but he was also at least a little bit inspired by me, no?
[Hiyori's actions definitely inspired the kind of love he gives himself in the shower. Cough, cough.]
[ Elan listens in silence. As much as he hates to sort of admit that he's right - well. He is kinda right, isn't he? That all happened partially because he met Hiyori and he's come this far because of him. Or at least partially. A lot of it has just been his own refusal to die, but Hiyori's been a part of it all along.
How irritating.
Elan sighs, as if he's been long-suffering (and still is). ]
...well, I suppose a bit of it was inspired by you, I suppose. I'll grant you that.
[ His smile, however, is a touch fond. ]
You've helped me have way more sex, so you've got that going for you.
[He knew he inspired Elan! To live his own life freely, to spread his wings and fly, to have tons of sex...]
But you know, that's what we idols are fo—
[... wait.
He stops talking when Elan says that second thing, blinking a couple of times before he sucks in a cheek.]
... yep, I knew that too! But keep it to yourself, alright? If you did go to one of our concerts and someone on the street asked, "How have idols changed your life?," it'd be a problem if you gave that answer.
[Hiyori knew Elan wouldn't really give a tell-all about their sex life to a TV reporter. He was giving him a hard time, too. But when he hears that earnest confession of gratitude, he beams brightly.]
And I'm grateful for Elan-kun, who's so earnest and cute! ♪
[He hugs the mug of tea tight between his knees, so he can fling both arms around Elan's neck. Clinging to him tightly, like an octopus or a spider monkey!]
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[ He snorts. But he also leans over and cuddles into him with a sigh. ]
...you're impossible.
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[Hiyori squeezes him tight and then nuzzles closer. If you need help imagining what this looks like, here's a visual aid.]
Unless you want to be my pet?
[He's teasing. Though of course the reason he called him a "good boy" was because Elan seemed to like being called that earlier. Cough, cough.]
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No thanks. I think I'll stick with being just me.
[ Something he will try to hold himself to. ]
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[He squeezes Elan even tighter!
Then he adds:]
Plus it might make Mary jealous if I did get a new pet, so I really think this is what's best for everyone.
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[ He snickers and gives him a squeeze in reply.
Yeah, he could get used to this. ]
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[He rests his head against Elan's. Yep, no doubt about it: he could also get used to this!]
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..... do you think the tea's ready?
[Guess who remembered that exists.]
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[ He sits upright. ]
Let me go-
[ He's trying to stand up now. ]
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Don't leave me alone for too long, alright? I've barely had any cuddle time!
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[ There's some bustling around and clattering - and then returns shortly with two steaming mugs of tea. He holds it out as he sits. ]
There. Now we can really relax a little.
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But he's also a cute cheeky boy. So he's got that going for him.]
I'm surprised you can relax with someone like me sitting next to you.
[He accepts the tea mug, holding it gingerly so it doesn't scald his hands.]
But I guess it's like exposure therapy. Once you've spent enough time with me, you get used to being around handsome types! And cute people, and other good-looking types.
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[ He gives him a knowing look and takes a sip of his tea. ]
Although with you maybe exposure therapy is the right phrase for it.
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So Elan-kun feels perfectly relaxed even when I do this, huh~?
[He leans in and speaks the last few syllables into Elan's ear, lips ghosting the shell of his earlobe, warm breath hitting the skin. (He does wait until Elan's securely holding his mug again, at least, so he doesn't spill the tea.)]
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That's just mean, isn't it?
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[He laughs.]
Sorry, sorry! ♪ I'll let you drink tea in peace. You can even admire me while you drink it~♪
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[ He snorts. ]
You're going to get a bigger head if I'm not careful.
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[With that, he sips more tea.]
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[ He teases in response and takes a sip of his tea. ]
I guess we'll find out if it ends up having any effect.
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[He takes another sip. The silence only lasts a moment, however, before he sets the cup down in his lap and continues to chatter.]
But you know, by loving myself so much, I might just inspire my fans to love themselves more. In fact, I know I do! That's a nice side effect, wouldn't you say?
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[ His tone indicates he's a little doubtful. ]
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[Hiyori speaks the words pointedly, eyes on Elan's.]
When we first met, Elan-kun seemed tired and directionless. He wasn't sure he had anything he wanted, other than to see a nice view. And he was still working that dead-end job where he was heartlessly being used as a pawn.
[He's still smiling, but his tone is serious. He thinks back to their first pair of encounters, the time Elan seemed impressed by something as simple as soft serve ice cream, the way all he wanted was to see the sky. He'd seemed exhausted, back then and Hiyori now understands why. Elan wasn't just overworked; he was suffering from a lack of freedom, a bird trapped inside a cage.
But his wings hadn't been clipped. And now, he's taken flight, hasn't he?]
But now Elan-kun has his own apartment, hobbies, job, and all sorts of stuff.
[Hiyori gestures around with his free hand, at the walls and at the photographs hanging on them.]
He can love others, and he can give himself some love! ♪ And most of that's probably because of him, but he was also at least a little bit inspired by me, no?
[Hiyori's actions definitely inspired the kind of love he gives himself in the shower. Cough, cough.]
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How irritating.
Elan sighs, as if he's been long-suffering (and still is). ]
...well, I suppose a bit of it was inspired by you, I suppose. I'll grant you that.
[ His smile, however, is a touch fond. ]
You've helped me have way more sex, so you've got that going for you.
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Yep, I knew it! ♪
[He knew he inspired Elan! To live his own life freely, to spread his wings and fly, to have tons of sex...]
But you know, that's what we idols are fo—
[... wait.
He stops talking when Elan says that second thing, blinking a couple of times before he sucks in a cheek.]
... yep, I knew that too! But keep it to yourself, alright? If you did go to one of our concerts and someone on the street asked, "How have idols changed your life?," it'd be a problem if you gave that answer.
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[ He nudges him with a shoulder - he's giving him a bit of a hard time, honestly. Just as a bit of payback. ]
...I am grateful. Even if I don't always act like that.
[ Awwww. ]
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And I'm grateful for Elan-kun, who's so earnest and cute! ♪
[He hugs the mug of tea tight between his knees, so he can fling both arms around Elan's neck. Clinging to him tightly, like an octopus or a spider monkey!]
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i'm so sorry, my inbox ate this comment and I just discovered it.
No worries! (But glad to have Elan-kun back in my inbox :))
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