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[ Elan's always been willing to be bold - he just has a bit more experience now (thanks to Hiyori, really) so he's willing to get a bit more aggressive. Even if he does enjoy being the center of attention at times. He offers a smile, his breath escaping in a little hah as Hiyori grinds down against him. His pulse quickens, his breath catches - he wants more of this. He wants to have more skin against skin, more of the taste of sweat on his tongue, more friction.

It's dangerous, he thinks, to want so much.

But here he is anyway.

He draws a hand up Hiyori's front, from hip to belly to chest, fingers spreading so he can feel more of him. He really is lucky, isn't he? His admiration is cut short with a little noise as fingers pinch at a nipple and he squirms. ]

You know what I sound like when I really get involved in praising someone, so no wonder you appreciate it. Maybe you should get me there all over again.

[ He's teasing. Especially with the way he keeps palming his ass and drawing him closer. He grinds up against him and leans up and in to nip at his chin playfully - not enough to leave a mark, obviously. But enough to tease. ]

[Hiyori's hips, belly and chest are all perfect! According to him, anyway. A certain junior would characterize his stomach as "squishy," but Hiyori will leave that verdict up to Elan.

It's satisfying to finally get a noise out of him, and Hiyori smirks at that and at Elan's next words, rolling the nub he just pinched between his fingers.]

Perhaps I should!

[He rolls his hips down to meet Elan's, while at the same time there's a ton of noise coming from the TV screen. Eve just debuted their kabocha squash costumes, to great laughter from the crew and the local farmers! If Elan turns his head, he'll see Hiyori sporting the silliest look he's probably ever worn.

But Hiyori tries to ensure he doesn't turn his head.

After Elan nips at his chin, Hiyori nudges his face into Elan's neck. Against the skin, he murmurs:]

I'd love to have Elan-kun singing my praises. Over and over again, until he's absolutely breathless ♪

[And then it's his turn to nip Elan, finding a sensitive area of his throat and scraping his teeth there. This segues into him sucking the skin while his hand continues to rub Elan's chest and his hips continue to shift, hoping to tease Elan some more, stroke more of his desires.

It's having the effect of stroking Hiyori's desires, too, though, and he's a tad breathless when his teeth release Elan's neck, tongue flicking hotly over the skin before he teases some more with his words.]

Though I might like to hear Elan-kun doing other things, too. Like crying my name or begging me for more. So I might just have to do all sorts of things to him~♪

[ Elan has never been one to just let things happen to him. Even so, it's hard to really concentrate with fingers and teeth and lips and tongue all finding places to tease his skin and make it harder for him to concentrate. He has no eyes for the TV right now - just the living, breathing Hiyori who's right here with him. He exhales, soft and slow, and tries to turn his head to nibble at an ear, even as his breath catches. ]

And what about you?

[ His hand slides a little lower, skims down his belly to tease fingers against his waistline. A promise of more or maybe just to make him squirm. He shifts his weight to meet him as his hips shift, giving back with a lazy grind of his own. ]

Do I get to hear your voice calling my name? Or am I the one who does all the singing for this?

[ He tries to snag a kiss to punctuate that - something a bit hungry and with more than a little bit of passion. ]

[What about him, indeed?

He's just as hard as Elan; Elan can feel that much for himself. It's good, feeling those hands roam his body, those lips nibble his skin. He likes teasing Elan, likes hearing his cute noises and making him come apart beneath his hands. But he also loves attention, and that teasing touch that trails along towards his waistband does plenty to prickle his skin with heat.

He kisses Elan back, his eyes still open. Feeling almost surprised by how passionate the kiss is. He wonders what else Elan has in store.

His voice comes out breathy after it breaks off, his next words murmured against Elan's lips.]

Well, I am a singer...

[He kisses Elan himself this time. He likes it, this kissing-between-words. At the same time, the hand under Elan's shirt trails down, over his stomach and towards Elan's own waistband. He's happy to touch him, make him feel good.

Unless Elan wants to take care of him first, that is.]

If Elan-kun wants something, he'll just have to go for it.

[He smirks again as he pulls his lips off Elan's, both of his hands grabbing Elan's hips and holding them down against the couch. No grinding, not for the moment—instead his hands move inward, fingers popping open the button on Elan's jeans.]

We could even have a race to the finish! ♪

A race, huh? I don't know if I want to try and finish that fast...

[ His expression settles into a very open smirk as his fingers finally stop teasing so much and his hands start in on Hiyori's jeans. He pops a button and then teases the zipper down, fingers sliding underneath to cup Hiyori through the fabric of his underwear, tracing and teasing with his fingertips - but not yet willing to just peel him out of that just yet. ]

I want to take my time. Especially since last time we had a bit of a crunch...

[ There's a low hum, something amused, a little breathy, and he leans up to still a kiss again. Kissing between words again. ]

You're not going to object to that, are you?

[He shivers a little as Elan cups him through his underwear, pressing into the touch. Meanwhile his hands work quickly on Elan's pants.]

You're in the mood for something slow and passionate, huh? ♪

[He drags down the zipper, then drags his thumb up the exposed cloth. Elan just copied him by unbuttoning his pants, so now he'll copy and Elan and palm at his crotch. Two can play this game!]

Very well, no objections!

[His lips kiss Elan's, hand sliding into his open pants, before he adds on,]

We can go slow and steady now, then fast and hard later~♪ How does that sound?

[ He breathes out as he feels fingers cup his arousal and trace its outlines. He twitches in response, aching for more friction, for more touch, for more anticipation. There's a shaky, breathy little laugh as he leans into the kiss and his fingers squeeze in reply. ]

That sounds like it's exactly what I asked for.

[ He squirms, his hips shifting to try and find a better position. To get some sort of friction beyond the hand that teases him. The pad of his thumb drags slowly against the shaft he can feel underneath his fingers, over the head, pressing cloth down to give a bit firmer touch. ]

I'll trust you to deliver~

["Fast and hard" is probably the closest Elan will get to dirty talk from Hiyori. Good thing Elan's appreciative.

It's true, though—with absolutely nothing else planned for the rest of the afternoon or the evening, they should have plenty of time for two rounds. There's no need to rush through anything, so if Elan wants Hiyori to take his sweet, sweet time with him, then that's exactly what he'll get.]

Great! ♪

[He chirps back a bit breathily, removing his hand from between Elan's legs and grinding their hips abruptly. Trapping Elan's hand between them and rubbing them together through their underwear.]

It can still be a race, since "slow and steady wins the race."

[While speaking cheerful nonsense, he lines their cocks up exactly. Smirking down at Elan, he intones,]

Which means I'll get to watch Elan-kun slowly and steadily come apart.

[And then he presses a kiss to Elan's jaw, trailing downward towards his throat after that.]

[ There's a little 'oop' noise from him as suddenly his hand is stuck between them - and there's some more of that delicious friction. A grind through the thin layers of cloth keeping them apart. But that's enough, at least for now. He exhales, a low little sigh, and his head goes back in a lazy little motion to accept the kisses that come to decorate his jaw and throat. ]

We'll see who wins...

[ His hips rise, equally lazy, and circle in a little motion to bring them together again. There's pleasure and heat and a giddy sense of anticipation. It's nice. Something he doesn't want to let go of. But he does work his hand free, if only so he can grasp onto Hiyori's shoulder. ]

And who falls apart first.

[ Well, probably him, but still. It's no fun if he doesn't push back. ]

[Maybe this isn't the most graceful way to go about things. Maybe it's what the commoners call "dry-humping." But rolling his hips is something he got very good at doing onstage, and he might as well put that skill to use now, not for an audience's enjoyment but for Elan's.

It's definitely going to be him falling apart first. If Hiyori has his way, that is.

But he just presses a smile into Elan's skin, murmuring out words of encouragement.]

Yep, it's a competition. Do your best, Elan-kun~♪

[He nips at Elan's neck.]

Show me ev~erything you've learned ♪

[And then he nips again. Harder, lower, sinking his teeth in. He sucks at the skin, intending to bruise, all while still moving his hips. Maybe it's playing dirty, but Elan, unlike him, isn't an idol. Today he'll take advantage of that and leave all the marks he wants!]

[ Maybe it is just dry-humping, but there's no reason not to enjoy it, right? As it is, Elan's having a great time, his legs clenching a little as more kisses and little nips press into his skin. It's unfair, of course, but there's not much he can do about that - he just has to play by his own set of rules! ]

More than a few things...

[ He noses in against Hiyori's hair with another of those long, low exhales and then his wandering hand snakes into the waistband of Hiyori's underwear to give his ass a fond squeeze - skin against skin. He can't mark him, but he can touch. That's something isn't it?

At the same time he rolls his hips, tugging his partner closer so that he gets a particularly long drag of their bodies coming together. Maybe that'll do something. ]

[He focuses on his task of leaving marks, but he's very conscious of that ass grab, wriggling a little into it. Has Elan ever touched him there bare before?

A muffled noise comes from his throat when Elan grinds against him again, and he scrapes his teeth in response before he finally pulls away to murmur hotly against his skin.]

That's something Elan-kun's been learning, huh~?

[It's unclear if he means the hip rolls or the butt-groping. But there might be a buried question hidden in their somewhere. Hiyori knows Elan likes to finger himself; has he ever been the one to touch someone there before?

It's just a curiosity, though. For now he's content to roll his hips back and slather his tongue along the spot that he just bit, soothing over the bruise. Before moving his lips elsewhere on Elan's neck and sucking there next. Why stop at just one mark when the sky's the limit?]

I'm always learning something new, you know. I don't like being left in the dust.

[ He teases in reply - which doesn't exactly answer the question (or maybe it does, hard to say). But it's hard to be too cocky when there are teeth scraping skin and the two of them are pressed so close together that it's hard for him to really think about much else but the warmth and how good it feels to be curled close. His head goes back and he exhales in a low sigh that's almost a moan. His hand slips and then slides a little lower, rocking Hiyori down against him as he rolls up to meet him. ]

I'm gonna have to wear a scarf for a few days, huh?

[ He laughs breathily. ]

I think you enjoy that a little too much.

[Yep, that answer gives away nothing!

Or does it...? Either way, he'll chase that almost-moan, sucking on Elan's throat harder to try to turn it into a full moan.

At the same time, he's getting a little desperate. All that teasing through his underwear has made him incredibly hard, the head starting to bead just a little bit where it's peeking out of his waistband. It temps him to speed things up, but he can resist! Slow and passionate is how they're doing things!]

There's still time left in the day. We can go shop for one together if you want~♪ That's one of my favorite hobbies, you know. Shopping!

[He draws back from Elan's neck to happily chatter some more, pressing a kiss to the newest bitemark he made.]

Though I guess playing around with Elan-kun could also count as a hobby.

[He smirks, dragging his tongue along Elan's skin, right over his pulse point. Then, as an afterthought, one of his hands reaches behind himself to grasp Elan's wrist—guiding it to try to help pull his own pants down. This whole grinding-on-each-other thing seems like it'll be easier that way.]

[ Desperation is good, right? Not that Elan isn't also feeling a bit of that. He's also achingly hard and starting to really want some kind of relief - no matter what it is. But... he can wait.

Right? ]

Maybe later.

[ The invitation for a shopping trip is cute, he has to admit. He kinda likes it. ]

If it's a hobby, it's one you only get to indulge in sorta rarely-

[ Oh. He turns his head to let that tongue drag against his skin and he finally gives in to that insistent tug and starts to shimmy Hiyori's pants down and off. And then his own for good measure, even if that means they have to pull away from one another to really make it worth. It's one of the slightly awkward bits of making out! ]

Don't want you to feel like you're the only one taking things off...

Then that just makes it even more special when I do get to indulge ♪

[His cheerful reply comes when he pulls his face out of Elan's neck at last, having left two hickeys. It doesn't look like he's savaged him and they'll probably fade within a couple of days. Still, it's something to remember him by.

He was beginning to feel trapped in his pants, even with his fly down. Like this, Elan should be able to get at the parts he wants to touch easier! But objectively speaking, it is even more convenient to just take their pants off entirely, which seems to be Elan's gameplan. Alright, very well.

He climbs off Elan for a moment, kicking his pants off the rest of the way and leaving them on the other couch cushion with his shirt. He turns back to Elan in time to see his own pants coming off all the way, eyes roaming the newly-exposed skin.]

Elan-kun didn't want me to feel alone, huh? ♪

[Now they're just in their underwear, though the waistband of Hiyori's has been lowered enough that the head of his cock peeks out. It's flushed red and a little damp at the tip. He's utterly unashamed about the exposure, smirking as he moves to straddle Elan again, hands reaching for his slim waist while his fingers skim the elastic waistband.]

There's still one more piece in the way. Does Elan-kun want to be completely exposed? Or does he want to be touched and kissed through the cloth? You did something similar to me last time, so I'm trying to figure out if that's something you like!

[ To be fair, Elan isn't planning that far ahead - he's mostly oging with the flow and seeing what feels right in the moment and it so happens that in the moment he wants to take his pants off. Easy. So he takes a moment to wriggle out of his own and help Hiyori with his and then there they are - stripped down to underwear, a little disheveled - but there's nothing wrong with that.

His hands come up to cradle his waist as Hiyori settles over him again, fingers skimming his sides and then finally settling. He glances between them to admire the way that Hiyori looks like this - it's very attractive - and then his eyebrow arches as he glances up at him again. His response stutters for a moment as fingers skim against his belly and then he laughs. ]

...we might as well try through the cloth. If I don't like it, we can always switch, right?

[ Cheeky. ]

[Kind of ironic that the Hiyori in front of Elan has stripped down, while the one on the television screen is more covered up than ever. He's dressed head to toe like a squash, passing out flyers by the side of the road! But even though he originally took to that task with enthusiasm, he quickly starts finding the costume too stuffy, prompting him to complain loudly that he's too hot. This triggers a reminder from Jun that the camera crew is still filming, and at that point, Hiyori apologizes, saying he knows it's not their fault and that he likes the costume. He's just sensitive to heat, that's all!

The Hiyori on Elan's couch is also feeling sensitive and hot. But that's about where the comparison ends.

Elan's fingers glide across his stomach (he appreciates the lack of commentary about how "squishy" he is!), and he laughs all breathily before giving his verdict. Hiyori cheerfully replies,]

True! Just because someone usually takes one position doesn't mean they can't switch ♪

[Is this another callback to their earlier interaction, where Elan fondled his ass and Hiyori wondered if he'd ever fingered someone before? Perhaps it is.

Or perhaps not. Perhaps he's just running his mouth, just teasing like he is now, when he presses his soft bare thigh between Elan's legs, nudging it against the bulge in his underwear. Elan said doing stuff through the cloth was fine, so.]

They say variety is the spice of life.

[He smiles mischievously, rubbing there deliberately as he leans in to mouth at the juncture between Elan's neck and shoulder.]

You've definitely added a lot of that to my life.

[ Whether he means variety or spice (or both) is up in the air. Maybe that's not that important right now with the two of them pressed close together. The sound of the TV Hiyori complaining earns a little glance and a low laugh, but his attention is (perhaps fortunately) fixed on the very present and real Hiyori who is pressing close to him. In response to the leg between his thighs, Elan squirms and then he arches into it, a lazy little grind against his thigh through the cloth.

Elan is, apparently, absolutely fine with doing a little bit more of this. ]

Helps that you always manage to be a distraction when ever you show up.

[ His tone is a little breathy. Maybe for good reason! He interlaces his fingers at the nap of Hiyori's neck and, as he rolls his hips again, he tugs him down and plants a lingering kiss against his lips. How cute! ]

[Despite the obnoxious personality, Hiyori is a seasoned professional. He doesn't normally forget that he's on-camera, nor does he complain within earshot of the microphones. He's never had an on-air gaffe before! So what was the deal there? Was he just so hot that he forgot himself? Well...

The truth is: that moment was scripted!

The crew and the farmer both assure Hiyori that it's fine. If he's uncomfortable, why not take off the head of the mascot costume? Hiyori, in fake-surprise, asks if that's really okay. (Jun, in real surprise, echoes the same question. He didn't go over this with the crew beforehand the way Hiyori did.) But they tell him yes, yes it is. Won't everyone be delightfully surprised if they realize one of the two people who's been passing out flyers is Hiyori Tomoe? That should make for even more effective advertising.

In response, Hiyori says, "Alright, if you're absolutely sure." And just as a pair of young women come up to Jun, he reaches for his collar and pops the head of the costume off, revealing his beautiful (if slightly sweaty) face. The girls standing next to him gasp! They stare, slack-jawed!

"Phew, that feels much better," the Hiyori on the TV remarks. And then, noticing the two girls staring at him, he proceeds to flash his brightest smile. "Hi there! ♪"

They squee. Loudly. But that's all happening on the TV in some far-flung small town, and the Hiyori who's straddling Elan is very insistent on keeping his attention.

He's never had someone fuck his thighs. It is, however, fun to rub his thigh against Elan's clothed cock, idly wondering how much teasing Elan can take before he starts to beg for more. Or before he starts to rub against him desperately, like an animal in heat. The embarrassed, desperate Elan is cute!

Though the sly and lazy one underneath him is also cute.]

Of course I am. That's because I'm so cute!

[He plants a kiss on Elan's skin, hand skimming up Elan's stomach while his leg grinds down again.]

And because Elan-kun has a soft spot for me.

[Elan's fingers lace around his neck, and then he's tugged up into a kiss. It's soft and sweet, not desperate and full of hunger (yet). It is cute, so Hiyori kisses back, even though he'd been about to start trailing his mouth down lower. He can do cute and sweet!

Then he slips Elan some tongue. Which is less cute.]

[ Of course, Elan is a bit distracted - he's not that worried about whether the moments are scripted or not! His attention is much more focused on the very real, flesh and blood Hiyori that's settled against him. He's much more pleasant to deal with - at least right now. He hums softly, eyes drifting to the television for a brief moment to catch sight of Hiyori popping that head off - and then he's back to Hiyori as that thigh rubs against him again and Elan - Elan is quite happy to roll his hips against it in another lazy grind. He's not about to back away from this. He asked for it, after all.

No matter how frustrating it might end up becoming. ]

Cute, hmm? I guess you are. Otherwise I wouldn't be doing this with you.

[ He murmurs between kisses, his cock pressed against his thigh through the thin cloth of his underwear. It's a tantalizing feeling. Not quite enough, but also enticing. It's fun to play with that - to walk himself along that edge, wondering when his own control will slowly start to slip. ]

I guess you could call that a soft spot...

[ ANd then they're kissing again. Especially when there's tongue.

But he also drags his hand down Hiyroi's back, down, down, so he can grasp at his hip and tug him down and in, getting a bit more pressure against him and letting Hiyori's arousal slide against him as well. It's not quite the same as having a thigh directly between his legs, but it's probably going to earn something - right? ]

So Elan-kun's type is "cute," huh.

[Maybe his type is Hiyori. That'd be something.

Like the people on TV. They continue to geek out over the fact that the Hiyori Tomoe is standing right in front of them, silly mascot costume or no. Now that the jig is up, Jun half-laughs, half-sighs and says "Guess there's no point in me hiding anymore either, huh~?" and pops the head off his own costume, to another round of squeeing and cheers. Hiyori might be especially popular, but their fans love Jun, too!

So does Hiyori, actually. But that's not so relevant right now.

He has plenty of love in his heart. Right now he's intent on giving Elan a little love, delving into his mouth and stroking their tongues together. His thigh, pressed between Elan's legs, doesn't let up, either. He's got his own pent-up need that isn't being tended to, but that's fine. For now he's having fun taking what he wants from Elan.

Still. Elan's hands grasp at his hips, dragging him closer, and he can't ignore his own want, groaning into Elan's mouth as his cock finally gets some friction. He shifts on top of him, rubbing into his abdomen for a second. It's not enough to satisfy, though, and so he takes out his frustration by attacking Elan's mouth with his tongue. Kissing him hungrily, trying to make him absolutely breathless!]

[ 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...

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