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Payback and vengeance are basically the same thing, aren't they? Though they do say vengeance can be sweet...

[He stops babbling when Elan steals a kiss from him. Normally he doesn't like being interrupted, but he'll make an exception this time, kissing back while holding Elan's chin in his fingers. But his grip on Elan slips away as Elan moves down, peppering his neck with kisses next. It sort of tickles, and he smiles indulgently.

But then Elan keeps going down, flicking his tongue out against the base of his throat, then his chest. And his breath hitches, eyes growing darker as he realizes what form this "revenge" will take. Far from revenge, it sounds more like a reward, and he slips his hands around Elan's shoulders, holding him lightly.]

♪~

[No strong reactions yet, but a hum of approval! ... And a renewed throbbing below his waist, but Elan-kun can't feel that yet. Soon, though, at the rate he's going.]

[ The hum makes Elan laugh, low and throaty, and his eyes flick up to meet Hiyori's gaze. True, this might be a bit more of a "reward", but what Hiyori gave him wasn't exactly torture, either. Unless you stretched the definition to the breaking point, anyway. As it is, he's still taking his time. His hands press gently against his inner thighs, urging Elan to spread his legs as he tries to get better access to that throbbing heat between his legs.

Not that he immediately goes for it. His cheek skims him as he leans down and down and his teeth close gently for a little love-bite against his thigh. Somewhere high enough that it (probably) won't get spotted...

Although if Hiyori wants to complain he better do it now. ]

[Nope. No complaints here. He spreads his legs willingly, even pushing his robe helpfully out of the way, though he is still wearing underwear. Underwear that's tented at the front and riding up his pale thighs, leaving Elan plenty of room to sink his teeth in. Hiyori inhales sharply as he does so, though it's more of a nip than a true bite. Still, it's obvious what this is a prelude too.

He won't discourage it. Even if it's unwise. No one will notice, he figures; it'll be their secret. And so he slips one of his hands into Elan's hair, encouraging his attention there.

Or elsewhere down there, of course. That would be fine too. But he can be patient!]

[ The fingers in his hair make him hum softly, tongue lapping against the little mark he's left behind. His eyes raise to find Hiyori's and there's a laugh that bubbles out of him. Something joyful and amused and a little possessive, even. He trails his lips against him and the practically nuzzles the tent in his underwear, giving Hiyori a taste of friction and heat and warmth, but not yet bothering to tug him free. Instead he moves past, replacing his face with his fingers - a lazy grind with his palm to keep Hiyori on edge - and gives him another little love-bite on the other side.

He's taking it slow. For now. ]

[Now there's a sight for sore eyes. It's quite the tease seeing Elan rub his face there, the visual alone causing his dick to twitch beneath the fabric. And that maddeningly light pressure puts him on-edge, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he watches Elan through heated eyes. He craves more of that contact, more of that warmth, more of those soft lips.

But it's fine. He's not desperate (yet)! He can resist the urge to thrust himself against Elan's face or do anything tasteless like that. If Elan wants to put on a show for him, then he might as well lie back and appreciate it!

In the end Elan removes his lips entirely, though, rubbing him with his palm instead, and he finally gives into the urge to squirm against that touch.]

Elan-kun's...

[He cuts off with a gasp when Elan bites down again, the heat between his legs almost unbearable.]

... leaving me something to remember him by, hmm? ♪

[His attempt to tease sounds strained. The bite stings in such a way that only adds to his arousal, and his fingers draw a little tighter in Elan's hair.]

[ Oh, Five can feel the tension in the other young man and it makes his heart flutter. There's a joy to this - to dragging someone along toward their breaking point and seeing where it is they finally give in. It's fun nad he knows exactly why Hiyori does it to him. There's a little, impish grin and he leaves another love-bite a little higher on his thigh, not answering with his words. His fingers stroke again - light and not quite enough to give anything but a taste of what he might get when there's not cloth in the way.

But that's the way it is, isn't it? ]

[Yep. There's plenty of enjoyment to be found in teasing people, which is exactly why Hiyori goes around doing it constantly. All the same, though, three bite marks? Hiyori tips his head back, fingers clenching at strands of light brown hair. His hips go still for a moment before Elan strokes his fingers over the shape of him again and he just can't help but squirm. Rubbing his dick against Elan's face would've been a bit much, but pressing into his hand is something Hiyori has no problem doing, and he shifts his hips to do just that, letting the other boy's name roll off his tongue.]

Elan-kuuuun...

[He tries to make it sound like a gentle complaint. Not a desperate whine, although to be honest, it sounds more like the latter. His cock is hot under the fabric, impossibly hard and begging to be let out! But begging really isn't Hiyori's style, so for the time being, he just whines!]

[ Perhaps fortunately for Hiyori, Elan apparently considers that good enough, because his fingers finally tug at the waistband of Hiyori's underwear so he can free his cock. He lets it swing into the open air and then his fingers very gently brush up and over it, circling around the tip as he gauges the reaction. ]

You sound cute.

[ He replies in a low voice and then, with agonizing slowness, he drags his tongue from the base to the tip and then repeats the gesture. It's still a tease, still a little payback for what he's been put through... but he's getting there. Eventually. ]

[Very fortunate. The air on his hot skin is a welcome relief, his breath hitching as Elan finally gets a hand around him. That feather-light touch fails to deliver much satisfaction, though. It's another sweet torment. The tables have turned, and now he's the one being teased and called "cute!" Of course, he is cute, but...

He's starting unravel. Elan's hot tongue travels up the length of him and he hisses through his teeth, one hand clenching in the futon sheets and the other in Elan's hair, eyes dark and half-lidded. His cock pulses and throbs under the attention, the visual and the sensation combining to cloud his brain. Overwhelming and frustrating, too much yet not enough. "Payback" indeed.]

Haaah...

[Ah, he can't think. What should he do? Whine some more? Wait and see how far he'll go with the teasing? He did say he wanted to see what Elan's payback would entail, but it's hard to endure.

It is a good show, though. And for that, Elan deserves praise.]

Elan-kun's got good showmanship ♪

[He manages a smile, dropping his hand from Elan's hair and sliding it over his cheek. His fingers stop at Elan's chin, which he drags forward, his hips shimmying until the head of his cock brushes those lips. Just a bit of encouragement, that's all!]

Now keep going ♪

[ Oh, that's delightful - that tight grip is nice. He can feel the fingers scrape against his scalp and he almost laughs. This is what he wants to see and feel. That oh-so-controlled facade peeling back to reveal a bit of desperation. The words of praise help a little, too. He doesn't quite laugh - his mouth is a bit occupied for that - but he does flash a smile, eyes glinting, as his tongue runs over him again. And then again, teasing just under the tip - and then there's that encouragement.

The hot flesh of Hiyori's cock is right there and he finally gives him a bit of relief as he leans in and wraps his lips around him, his head bobbing slightly as he takes an inch and then another, his tongue splayed against him as he takes Hiyori between his lips. His hands aren't idle, either - there's the gentle scrape of his nails against a thigh and then between his legs, sliding into his underwear so he can gently massage against his balls. Another bit of a tease, just to keep him on edge.

It's fun. ]

[Very good showmanship. That sultry smile, the gleam in Elan's eyes, and those slow licks—no doubt about it, Elan's leveled up since last time. Though it might not be due to practice, since from the sound of it, he's been spending most of his time traveling and trying to make ends' meet rather than seducing men (or women, or whoever). Perhaps it's his growing confidence, or his natural personality shining through? Or perhaps it's a reflection of the fact that he learned to tease from the very best.

Hiyori isn't able to think about it in much depth, since Elan's tongue goes right for his most sensitive spots, the assault scattering all conscious thought right out of his head. His thumb and forefinger stroke Elan's chin a few more times, but release him as Elan sinks down, taking him partway into his mouth. His hot, hot mouth. Hiyori sighs out shakily, savoring the pleasure even as his thighs tremble from the effort of holding back. How he wants to thrust into that heat...

But he can appreciate what Elan's doing for him now. He's really going for it, not neglecting anything. No dainty hand around the base, instead he's touching him everywhere. And he looks good doing this. A cute, pretty, sly boy. Hiyori's cute boy, at least for the night.]

Mm, just like that... Elan-kun's doing wonderfully... ♪

[More praise for the good boy. Except his voice sounds a little loopy, and it's clear from the flush on Hiyori's face and the dazed look in his eyes that he's quite out of it already. So it isn't meant to be condescending when the hand in Elan's hair pats his head a couple of times. It's not very sexy either, probably, but in his hazy state of mind, he thinks it's a good idea!]

[ Well, Five is at least going to forgive him for being a bit loopy. It makes him feel good about what he's doing! Hes succeeding at this! So there's a bit of a smug glint in his eyes as he listens to Hiyori's voice and feels the tension in his body. There's that sense that he's very aware that he's on the verge of just trying to thrust - that he's dragging him toward the edge. It's all very pleasing, as far as he's concerned. His eyelids flutter and his fingers squeeze and he goes a little deeper, takes a bit more of him.

And then he pulls off of him with a slick little pop his other hand taking his place, stroking him slow and easy, not quite building back up to the same level - but keep Hiyori nice and sensitive and loopy. It's a good look for him, Elan thinks. ]

You sound like you're having fun.

[ It's a low, amused comment, his face flushed. He meets Hiyori's gaze and smiles - and then takes him all over again, lips back around his cock, tongue and lips going a little faster, trying to get more out of him - trying to drag him toward the edge. Less teasing, more a direct assault this time... ]

[Now this feels heavenly. Hiyori moans his approval as Elan takes him deeper, hand sliding through Elan's hair to cup the back of his head gently. Those delirious murmurs of encouragement keep coming, his voice high and breathy.]

That's a good boy ♪

[Ah, but he might've encouraged him too much, since Elan seems to be getting ahead of himself. Rather than letting him feel that hot mouth again, he acts like a terrible tease, drawing off to stroke over him ever-so-slowly with his hand. It's good but not truly satisfying, as Elan is surely all too aware, and Hiyori's brow furrows in obvious frustration.]

Who's having fun with who here?

[He retorts with a flushed face, bucking his hips up now that he's not in danger of choking Elan. He thrusts himself into that grip and it helps, but it's not really what he wants. They both know what he wants. Is he going to have to ask this time?

Not this time he doesn't. That brief interruption was just that. Elan's lips are parting for him again soon, cock sliding into his mouth, and Hiyori groans louder than he had previously, fingers clenching in his hair.]

Ah!

[His eyes squeeze shut. It looks like he's losing it now. Perhaps this is what Elan was really after.]

[ Again Elan feels a jolt of heat and pride and pleasure as he feels Hiyori lose himself a little and feels his hips and body go tense and jerk against him. It's delightful, he thinks. Perfect. There's something intensely attractive in it - even if the cock in his mouth might slide a little deeper than intended. He hums softly and makes a low noise around Hiyori and then a wetter, slicker noise as he pulls almost free - and then slides lower again and then again, really starting to use his mouth to rut against Hiyori's shaft and to try and make him fall apart. To pick at those seams until he's sure that Hiyori will come to bits.

But there's another pause in there. A slide free, leaving spittle and a string of saliva that parts as he peers up at him with lidded eyes and red cheeks and flushed lips. ]

Where do you want to finish?

[ And then he takes him again. He's not giving up on this. ]

[Elan's really going for it now. The visual and the sensation combine to turn Hiyori even more delirious, leaving him unable to say much besides Good, good, like that over and over. Being silent is also an option, but not one he likes! Hopefully Elan enjoys hearing his voice in the throes of passion, just as Hiyori liked hearing Elan's cute moans.

He's throbbing all over when Elan pauses yet again, panting hard for breath. He groans, his chest heaving, giving Elan A Look through narrowed eyes. But it's hard to even look at Elan directly when he's so disheveled, and the sight goes straight to his cock. Elan's exertion is obvious and the spittle should be gross, but in the moment it's just wildly hot, and there's definitely a bit of precum mixed in that saliva trail, he's been aroused for so long. And Elan's question hits him like another great bolt of heat. No one's asked him that one before. He could make a mess of Elan if he wants.

But instead he pets his hair and says,]

Inside.

[His lips twist.]

So try not to waste a drop, alright? ♪

[And that's the last pithy line he can get in before Elan goes down again. He tilts his head back and moans, fingers clenched tight in the sheets and in Elan's hair, hips jerking repeatedly into it, unable to hold back anymore. All he can do is chase that heat, and it's not long at all before he comes where he said he would, gasping the other boy's name.

Or trying to. He sort of misses a syllable.]

Elan-k...!

[ Elan likes to give sometimes. What can he say? Or at least tease or ask filthy questions, apparently. Up in the air what he would have said if Hiyori had replied another way, but fortunately that's a situation they won't have to find out about. At least not right now. There's a low laugh and then he takes him again and the only reply is a muffled little 'mmm' sound as his eyes flutte rhalf-shut and he allows Hiyori to use him and then-

There's heat and he feels him tense and he hears that hitch in his name and Five bears down and drags his tongue against that sensitive little frenulum, stroking against it as Hiyori cums and fills his mouth. He feels - and tastes - the hot spurt of it across his tongue and throat. It's sticky-slick and coating, but he holds it, even though it's bitter. He stays like that, suckling more and more, until he's sure that Hiyori's entirely finished. And only then does he back off, throat working as he swallows.

A part of him almost wants to stick his tongue out to show off, but he suppresses the urge. ]

Someone sounded like they enjoyed that.

[Right, well. He's not very cognizant right now. The inside of his head turned white, and so did his vision for a few moments. But he can appreciate somewhere in the back of his fuzzy mind that Elan-kun served him dutifully until the end, lips sealed over him and tongue collecting every drop.

His eyes focus just in time to see Elan's throat move, sending another spark of heat through him. But he's completely spent, the grip on Elan's hair going slack as he slumps back on his elbow.]

And someone else also seems to have had fun!

[He heard that little laugh, and he sees that smug look now! But Hiyori's lips curve up and he grins, lazy and satisfied, fingers lightly petting Elan's hair now.]

So, I guess we both win. Which is exactly as things should be ♪

[ Elan has to say he's not sure he likes the taste, but he resists the urge to immediately reach for a water bottle. He makes a low little noise - something a touch smug - and flashes a smile. ]

I'd say so. Give me a second...

[ And that's when he rolls over to grab his water bottle and take a swig. No offense, Hiyori. ]

Do you want to stay a little while longer? Or do you have to run back and pretend you haven't just been getting a blowjob?

[Perhaps Elan will develop a taste for it later. Or perhaps not. Probably the second one.

Hiyori takes no offense in particular, retracting his hand and reaching to pull the front of the robe shut, just for decency.]

I probably shouldn't stay too long, though I don't need to run out right this second. Or at least I don't think I do...

[Where did he put his phone again? Somewhere on the floor next to the futon, presumably. It's possible his unit has been messaging to ask where he is, since he does have notifications turned off and he already got lost earlier. But no one's called, which means the others must not be too worried yet.]

First I should freshen up a bit. Mind if I use your bath again?

[Between his rumpled clothes, slightly disheveled hair, the flush that hasn't yet faded, and the light sweat he worked up, he doesn't look exactly look presentable.]

Oh, by all means. I might come with you, if only because I don't feel like sitting here in a bit of a mess...

[ He's also not presentable and he's covered in, uh, some dried fluids. So he feels like he needs to freshen up a little. ]

No one is going to wonder why you're freshly showered, right?

[He'd mostly just meant wiping himself down. A full shower might elicit suspicion, like Elan said. Still...]

They might, but I could probably talk my way out of it.

[Perhaps by saying he went in the hot spring again and showered afterwards (assuming none of the others went back there). Or he could finagle some type of other excuse. Maybe he popped outside for a bit but fell in some mud and had to wash off? Though it is rather cold outside...

In the end he shrugs it off.]

Well, I'll try not to let the humidity get to my hair too much. I just kind of want to bathe together, since we never got to go in the onsen at the same time. I never washed your back, and you never pointed up at the stars and explained the constellations to me! Though perhaps some other time...

[He starts to get up from the futon... and then leaves his underwear there. He'll put those back on when he's clean again! Throwing a smile over his shoulder at Elan, he heads for the bathroom.]

Anyway, let's go!

Alright, alright. I take your point.

[ He's a little lazier and slower about it, but he does follow. He leaves his clothing behind as he saunters into the bathroom with him and then slips past and leans over so he can start the water running. Why worry? Why hurry?

He sort of wants to take his time now that they've settled a bit. He watches the tub start to fill and then settles into one of the stools to start soaping himself up. ]

This traditional method is a bit time intensive, but it's also oddly relaxing.

["Why worry, why hurry" is Hiyori's motto! (Most of the time). He shrugs off his robe, leaving it hanging before stepping onto the bathroom tile.

There's not a whole lot of space. The adjoining room was intended for one person, after all. It's fortunate there's more than one bath stool, though, and he'll go ahead and pull the spare up next to Elan, knocking their knees together lightly and watching Elan soap himself. Not in a leering sort of way! Though he is attractive.]

No "Moonlight" this time, huh. What a pity.

[This in reference to the body wash, which is just some generic brand. Still he holds his hand out for Elan to pass the bottle over once he's done with it. In response to that comment:]

Was this your first onsen visit?

[What a surprise, if so. Though then again, not really, given the sort of life Elan's led. ]

I think I'm fine with just the hotel brand, honestly.

[ He snorts. It's cramped, but he doesn't particularly mind. It's hard to get huffy about it when you've already been very close in other ways.

He hands the bottle over as he answers. ]

Surprisingly, no. The person I was supposed to be visited a few. Or I did in his place, anyway. So a minor perk of the job....

[ It still wasn't always fun, of course. ]

[He squirts the gel into his hand and starts giving himself a rubdown. The body wash smells vaguely of flower blossoms, but mostly like chemicals.]

Well, I'm glad there were some perks...

[He smooths down his own shoulders, over his chest, under his arms briefly. Then he asks,]

So was this your first visit as you?

[As opposed to "Elan Ceres."]

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