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Oh, I guess I'm flattered to have so much faith put in me.

[ His key comes out and he slides the door open, backing as he responds to Hiyori with a smirk and an equally low tone. ]

Oh? Are you going to pounce all over me?

[ The room is very traditional Japanese, which probably isn't surprising - futon, closet, everything else. Elan's bag is stacked neatly Ina corner and otherwise... well, it's a room. There's a window with a view - or would be a view if it was light out. ]

[The room is nothing special. Eden of course has a bigger one, but the difference in quality isn't too stark.

Hiyori's company for the night is plenty special, though. He steps in after him, no longer bothering to keep his voice down once the door shuts.]

You'd like that, wouldn't you? But nope ♪

[He reaches for the other boy again, intent on drawing him back into his orbit. With a sly smile to match Hiyori's own, "Elan Ceres" is plenty cute. He's not a nameless fling Hiyori will forget about later, but an interesting person he's gotten a bit attached to. He feels the urge to care for him.

In more ways than one.]

It's all sweet whispers and "holding you close" from here on out ♪

[Referencing the lyrics they just sang. It's the last bit of banter before he claims Elan's lips, kissing him firmly. If it tastes like iced tea and pork belly, it can't be helped!]

[ Well, maybe he would like it - but he wasn't going to say that out loud and admit it, was he? He steps into the reaching hand and then slides against Hiyori as they come together. He exhales - a soft sigh, almost a little huff of disapproval - but he doesn't object when they come together. He kisses him in return and he's not at all displeased to find it a soft, slow kiss.

Even if it does taste like ice tea and pork belly.

Elan makes a low noise and his arms wrap a bit tighter, his fingers carding into Hiyori's hair as he sways against him. He can feel a thrill of heat and pleasure and.... well. The anticipation has certainly helped. He doesn't quite know where he wants this to go, but he knows he wants it. And that's enough.

He takes a step for two back towards the futon, drawing Hiyori with him, the only sound the wetter little noises that come from their kiss. ]

[Patience: that's what Elan-kun needs. A soft and slow kiss can easily transform into something heated and passionate if given the chance. And now that they're alone, they have plenty of chances. He gives a pleased hum when Elan's fingers slip into his hair, tongue swiping out against Elan's lips. A request, or rather a demand, their mouths slanting together more firmly and him holding Elan captive with the hands on his waist.

Those hands start to migrate as he gains access to Elan's mouth, first loosening the knot on Elan's sash, then traveling upwards to tug at the front of his yukata, pulling it open just enough to expose more skin. He smiles against Elan's lips as Elan starts guiding them over to the futon, ever the generous host, and goes with him readily, still licking into his mouth. Does it taste a bit like ketchup-y hamburger? Yes, which isn't his fave! But at least he got Elan to eat something other than ramen.

His hands come up to Elan's shoulders and he pulls back, though not before leaving one last peck. His eyes a warm violet and his hands pressing down, encouraging Elan to go, well... down! On the futon, that is.]

You first ♪

[ Ah, yes, the clothing is starting to come off - slowly but surely. Of course, this is basically the second time he's done this, but he learns quickly enough that he's able to move without a sense of awkwardness. He pauses and then laughs and sinks down onto the futon, arms back and bracing himself up, his gaze on Hiyori and full of a smoldering, light sort of heat and approval. ]

Well? I'm down here now. Are you coming with me?

[Hiyori needs to let go in order for Elan to lie down, so he does just that. His hands will be all over him again in just a minute, though, don't worry.

In the meantime, that sure is an appealing sight laid out in front of him. Elan-kun visibly enjoying himself, a bit disheveled with his robe hanging open, lying back and laughing before his eyes peer up at Hiyori with a surprising amount of heat. A gaze that conveys desire and trust and all sorts of wonderful things. One that no one else has ever seen before. Perhaps there's something sad about that last part, but for now, Hiyori's perfectly happy to have Elan all to himself.]

Since I was invited, sure~♪

[He can't say no. Plus it'd just be cruel to leave Elan hanging. He lowers himself into the futon, swinging his legs to straddle Elan. His hands, as promised, are on him again immediately: one smooths up his chest, fingertips grazing the skin exposed by his yukata, while the other grasps Elan's chin, tilting his head up just a bit.]

Now, where were we?

[The smile on his lips should tell Elan that he does, in fact, recall exactly where they were. As should the way he leans in, bowing his head over Elan's to connect their lips again. One hand slips in the front of Elan's yukata, mimicking the way he tries to slip him some tongue. Look, Elan did hint that he wants him to pounce!]

[ It really is a little difficult at times to think about just how close he's let Hiyori come. Not just physically, either. He's told him things about himself that he's kept close for a very long time - but he's made his peace with that. It's something he wnated to do. Not forced - and then those thoughts go skittering away like clouds as Hiyori straddles him and the heat of his body is suddenly very close and very real again. Elan laughs and reaches up with one hand to settle his fingers in his hair, nails curving against his scalp.

His other hand is back, still propping him up, and he leans in to meet the kiss, his lips parting to accept the probing tongue. Goosebumps run across his skin at the touch of those fingers and his own curl a little tighter, giving his head a little tug as he needily deepens the kiss and presses into the touch on his chest.

He's aching already, full of that nervous excitement and energy and a part of him wants to rush - but he really should be patient. Something he has to remind himself of as he breaks off the kiss for a brief moment. ]

I like how warm you are.

[ He murmurs to Hiyori before going right back into the kiss with a low little pleased sigh on his lips, trying to get him closer. He's a little greedy, isn't he? ]

[Elan's skin is warm. Even though it's close to winter, even though he's been walking around with that robe hanging off him. He feels warm and alive and Hiyori's palm lingers over the center of his chest, where his heart lies beating underneath. A life that belongs to Elan-kun and only Elan-kun.

Of course, now isn't the time to get sentimental, and he shifts his hand to palm at one of Elan's pec. Has he built any muscle from climbing all those mountains and such? Of course, if he stays cute and slender, that's fine, too!

He's definitely cute, anyway. That thing he says after breaking the kiss is very cute, and Hiyori kisses back with a little hum before breaking it off to respond.]

Like being bathed in warm sunshine, right?

[He's heard that one before. Or similar things to it, anyway. But he's all too happy to share more warmth, taking Elan's lips in another kiss, then shifting forward so that their hips press together. It seems like someone wants less space between them, and who is he to argue?]

Isn't that poetic?

[ He laughs, breathless and amused, but Elan also doesn't deny it. Instead he rises to meet Elan, tilting himself to let the hand cupping his chest have more play against his skin. He's still rather slender, honestly - all of his hiking has done good things for his legs and carrying a backpack has helped his hsoulders and arms and maybe his chest a little, but he's not exactly a large person to begin with! But his nipple has tightened and hardened and it prods against the exploring finger, a little shiver running through his frame as he sighs against Hiyori's lips.

With a little mmph he sits all the way up so he can start to put his other hand to use, reaching out to grab a handful of Hiyori's ass through his yukata and squeeze.

He always has been demanding, after all. Especially when he can feel him oh-so-close and separated by such a thin layer of cloth... ]

[There's that sensitivity. Hiyori pinches it between his fingers, rubbing with the pad of his thumb. The vibe is a bit different, perhaps a consequence of having already done this before, or perhaps a result of Elan coming clean about his past earlier. But things are much the same as they were last time, otherwise: Elan underneath him, the two of them wearing robes, their lips (and tongues) locked in a passionate kiss, Hiyori exploiting Elan's sensitivities. Yep, it's all pretty much the same.

No, but there's something Elan didn't do last time.

He shifts to match Elan surging up against him, his free hand planting itself on the futon. He can feel the imprint of Elan's excitement between their robes and Elan can surely feel his own. That's not unexpected, but the ass-squeezing is! But, well, he did do this to Elan last time, and Elan is the type who likes to wander and explore new territories...

Anyway, he'll allow it! Not just anyone's permitted to grab him, but he feels generous!

He breaks the kiss briefly to adjust to the new angle, rolling Elan's nipple between two fingers before pulling open more of his robe. Their hips grind together slow and teasing, same as their tongues slide together inside Elan's mouth. He's doing his best to savor the heat of their kiss while he can (even if it does taste like meat and tea), since they won't be at it forever. There's lots more of Elan left to explore with his mouth, after all.]

[ Things change. He changes. After all, Elan has finally been allowed to live - and a part of that is his encounter with Hiyori. He laughs, muffled by the kiss, and he meets Hiyori eagerly. He doesn't quite whine, but there's a breathless sort of gasp his Hiyori's fingers explore his chest. His nipples feel as if they ache from being touched and yet he craves more of it - no matter how sensitive they might feel in the moment. A low groan as his head tilts to follow the movement of Hiyori's head and his hand grips tighter and tries to drag him closer.

Close enough that their cocks press together though layers of cloth in a little grind. Not nearly enough to get anything but muted pleasure, but the friction and heat is enough to make him tense. His hand tenses, releases, tenses again and then his teeth drag into Hiyori's lower lip in a love-bite. Being teased and pampered and adored? That's dangerous, but he's willing to be vulnerable with Hiyori.

So he sits up, lets his other hand rise to cup his cheek and trace his nails against his skin in a slow little motion that feels a bit at odd with the heated hunger that the rest of him seems to be exuding. He always did tend to blow a little hot and cold, didn't he? ]

[That bite of teeth pulls a moan from Hiyori, sounding pleasured rather than a displeased. He doesn't mind Elan getting a bit rougher, nor does he mind having his face stroked tenderly, like a priceless treasure being appraised. He does, however, pull back just to murmur,]

Careful.

[He can't return to his room with visibly-bitten lips, or any other bitemarks. At least not where the yukata might show them, anyway (or where his stage clothes might show them later, if the mark lasts more than a day or two). But Elan-kun isn't an idol. He's been wandering the globe dressed in outdoor clothes. So there's no need to be so careful with him... right?

With a smirk playing on his lips, Hiyori leans in again, not to steal another kiss but to bury his mouth in Elan's throat. He sucks on the skin before bearing down with his teeth, one hand still wandering inside Elan's yukata while the other pulls at the knot at the front of it.]

I know, I know...

[ But that smirk is a bit too knowing for that to not have been a bit deliberate. Something he might be gloating about internally a bit just before Hiyori returns the favor. His body stiffens and Hiyori might be able to feel his cock jump and twitch as teeth dig in against his throat. Hands clutch at him and there's a muted little gasp of pleasure, his body rising to meet Hiyori.

The yukata opens easily enough. Underneath he's mostly bare, aside from osme underwear - underwear with a very obvious hard-on underneath. Elan's breath comes in a short, sharp little gasp and then another as he leans into Hiyori and just clings for a long moment.

OK, he liked that.</small ]

[A fleeting smile presses into Elan's skin, before Hiyori flicks his tongue out to soothe over the area that was just bitten. Was that enough to leave a mark just now? Not a permanent one, no. But there are plenty of places left, especially now that Elan's robe is open.

He moves down Elan's neck to arrive at the base of his throat, grazing with his teeth before sucking harshly. Their hips roll together again, letting Elan feel his own hardness, his hand smoothing over Elan's stomach before he raises his hips so his palm can dip lower, pressed teasingly against Elan's underwear. He drags that over the shape of him, stroking lightly downward; perhaps it would come across as exploratory if this was their first time, or the first dick he's touched. But it isn't and it's not, so the only real explanation is that he's a tease!

That's fine, though, surely. He can't afford to disappear for hours, but he has no curfew. He can take his sweet, sweet time pulling more cute sounds out of Elan.]

[ Oh, he is a tease and Elan actually enjoys that - as frustrating as it might be on the receiving end. There's a low gasp and a little hitch of his hips as that hand drags over him. It's not as good as it could be through cloth... but that's the point, isn't it? His eyes are bright and staring as he watches Hiyori's hand - and then lifts to meet Hiyori's gaze with something hungry. He reaches out to grab the collar of his yukata and tugs him forward, trying to get a kiss from him. ]

Tease.

[ He says it out loud. ]

I think you just like making me suffer.

[Hiyori's working on a hickey (or a "love bite." He likes that term since it sounds a bit more passionate!). He hasn't accomplished one yet but he's getting there. However, he can't complete it, because he's suddenly being grabbed and yanked away! His eyes fly open, and he gives Elan a surprised look as their faces draw together. But once he hears that rebuttal—and processes what just happened—it's back to a smirk.]

Now why on earth would you think that?

[He palms at Elan a bit more firmly, lightly grasping his fingers around the bulge, his voice lowered to a murmur.]

I don't want to make you suffer at a~ll. "Drowning in pleasure" is more what I'm after ♪

[Another reference to the song lyrics they sang, though he also said something similar to Elan last time they hooked up. He does know what Elan wants, so he decides to give it to him, kissing him not-so-chastely again and letting it linger. But then he pulls back to add,]

And if you're not satisfied, you can always nicely for what you want like a good boy, you know ♪

[ Elan's first response is a hiss of escaping breath as Hiyori takes a firmer grip against his cock. Again his arousal twitches and jumps against the pressure and friction and Elan's eyelids flutter as he shifts his hips a little, the hiss turning into a laugh. ]

I'm not good at being good.

[ He breathes out. In. ]

But I guess I can do it this time.

[ He takes another breath. ]

I want you to touch my cock, Hiyori.

[ His cheeks are burning, but he got the words out. ]

[Elan-kun is truly, irresistibly cute like this. Smiling and laughing but all too adorably flustered, his eyes bright and his voice breathy with desire. He knows he ought to give him what he wants without teasing him too much, but he simply can't help himself!

He gets a bit more than he bargained for, though, with Elan talking like that. Would it be weird to say that hearing a vulgar word said in a voice that sounds so similar to his own is oddly captivating? Probably, but it's how Hiyori feels.

Heat singes his cheeks but he doesn't lose the smirk, nuzzling his face up to Elan's and cooing out some praise.]

Aww, but you seem like a good, cute boy to me ♪

[And good boys deserve rewards, so he'll be slipping his hand inside Elan's underwear now. Wrapping around hot flesh, squeezing the shaft gently before stroking upwards.]

So why not lie back and let yourself be spoiled for a bit? I'd say you've earned that and more.

What can I say? Appearances are deceiving. I'm usually pretty bad... but for you, I think I can make an exception.

[ It's all flirtation and smiles and there's something incredibly enticing about all of it. It's... playful. A bit of back and forth. While his experiences are limited... it makes his cheeks burn in a pleasant way. He leans into that little nuzzle and slides a hand into Hiyori's yukata, dragging fingers against the bare skin of his chest before he goes tense as he feels fingers close around him. His eyes flicker half closed and he takes a slow shuddering breath as he starts to lean back again. ]

Don't think I mind that idea at all. So... spoil me a little. Please?

[ He laughs, the "please" a bit more mocking than pleading - but it's something. ]

Your hand feels ridiculously good-

[ And there's evidence of that - a smear of arousal and pre against Hiyori's palm. ]

[He nudges their noses together, speaking against Elan's lips.]

Then I guess that makes you my good boy ♪

[Another playful flirtation. Of course Elan doesn't belong to him in any sense of the word, but he's his for tonight, anyway, and Hiyori intends to enjoy him while he can. He kisses Elan again briefly, letting out another soft moan when Elan starts feeling up his chest. He hasn't had much stimulation yet, so even a bit of attention is nice.

But rather than basking in Elan's attention, he'll be the one spoiling Elan next! That's already been decided, and so he helps Elan onto his back next, laying him down on the futon and straddling him properly. His hand continues to move, giving Elan a few more pumps, palm sliding over the head to gather up some of that slickness. He smirks and responds,]

That's because it's not just anyone's hand. Other people only ever get to dream of being in your shoes ♪

[You know, in case Elan's forgotten he's a glamorous celebrity and all... He does stop stroking Elan for a moment, but only so he can use both hands to pull his underwear down his thighs, exposing Elan completely. He really is pent up, all flushed and strained and beading at the tip, and as Hiyori re-wraps his hand around him the stickiness makes him want to entertain more possibilities. He got some great reactions from slicking up his fingers and sliding them deep inside Elan last time. It's just a shame this hotel room isn't as well-stocked as the other one...

Well, if Elan likes his hand, his hand is what he'll get. Meanwhile, he leans in again, his lips landing at the base of Elan's throat, trailing his way down until he arrives at his chest. Playing with his nipples also got a good reaction, and plus they look cute and inviting, so he'll go ahead and flick his tongue out over one of them.]

[ How could Elan forget about his celebrity when Hiyori keeps reminding him? He would like to make a smart remark in reply, but the touch of that hand makes it very hard for him to do anything but take a long, deep breath as he tries to hold himself together. Not as easy as it sounds, honestly, since they've been building up to this for a good part of the night. So he sucks down another breath, panting, and lets himself arch up into the touch of Hiyori's hand, thrusting against his fingers in a bid to get a more friction and pleasure out of him. It's perhaps a little more needy than he'd like to come off as, but Hiyori's already seen this side of him. No real point in hiding it.

There are fingers against his chest and lips on his throat and he responds by digging fingers into his hair and dragging him closer, his breath hot and harsh against his ear as he tries not to squirm too much. The temptation is overwhelming, though. The touch and grip of his hand provides heat and pressure that he bot hcraves and wants to get away from. That strange dichotomy - the overwhelming want to finish and the almost-agony that makes one want to back away. ]

H-hey-

[ He murmurs, eyebrows lidding. There's a flicker of hesitation, a heartbeat where he's either trying to catch his breath or trying to decide what he's going to say. ]

I want you inside me. [ He's bright red when he says that, a touch reluctant to say it out loud, but... well. They've done this before, right. His cock twitches at his words - and he's not quite sure they're equipped for it here, but he wants to try at least. ]

[He closes his lips around a nipple, one hand splayed across Elan's stomach, the other dragging up and down his cock. Fast but not too fast. He wants to make Elan feel good, of course, but he doesn't want this to be over with too soon. Unless Elan-kun could go again? He did go twice last time...

But while Hiyori's thinking about such things, Elan tries to get his attention. His eyes blink open and he glances up. Their eyes lock, Elan blushes a lovely red color, and then he asks for something a little more.

Hiyori would be lying if he said it didn't excite him. Those words are molten heat in his veins, between his legs, cock giving a throb. He wants it too, of course. He's just a little unsure how to proceed. But he smiles rather than show any misgivings.]

Elan-kun's a little greedy. Not that that's a problem, of course. It makes you cute, rather ♪

[He smirks, his words laced with heat, purposefully rubbing his fingers over the slick head of Elan's cock. He removes his hand afterwards and spreads them, showing the clear stickiness. But they're obviously not as well-lubricated as they would be if he was using—well—lube.]

I'm guessing you don't have anything with you, though. Ours was an unexpected encounter, after all.

[ It really isn't fair how the simple movement of his hand can have Elan's body feeling as if it's going to contort; too warm, too eager, too much energy, all needing to find an outlet. He swallows hard, eyes blinking rapidly as he meets Hiyori's gaze, his nipples hardening under the attention that Hiyori gives him.

Focus, Elan.

Elan breathes; in and out, slow and easy, as he tries to steady his racing heart. He manages a shaky little laugh and then he sticks out his tongue. ]

...I bought a little bottle of the stuff, just in case I felt like I needed it. It's - uh - fine for using on myself, so-

[ He shrugs. Not at all sheepish, just a little matter-of-fact. ]

Let me-

[ He half-rolls over, reaching for his backpack. ]

[Okay, that he hadn't expected.

He blinks a few times. Really, Elan has that stuff? Even though he wasn't able to plan for this? What on earth are the odds? He stares as Elan shrugs, rolling over to dig through his things, brain still processing this turn of events. But, eventually, Hiyori gets over the surprise.

In the most obnoxious way possible.]

... now that's what I call foresight!

[He smiles again, bright as a sunbeam. Nobody gets hurt, Elan can get what he wants, and he can get what he wants! Excellent weather. ... though, going all the way might still be hard, since Elan probably didn't bring condoms...

Well, they're not at that point yet, so for now he'll simply do what he does best: keep teasing, all while eyeing Elan with the heated gaze of a predator ready to pounce.]

You missed my fingers that much, hmm? ♪

What? You think I'm a monk or something?

[ He's got his own weird needs and wants. Well, not weird. It was perfectly natural, wasn't it? Elan huffs as the small bottle comes out of his pack and he turns to hold it out to him. ]

I'm not going to say it, no matter how much you tease.

[ He's just gonna push back a little. He feels obligated. ]

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