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[well. Gaku can't argue with that.

there's no snappy retort from him, no verbal response at all. he's not in the mood to waste time anymore, not after he's been given the go ahead, and gives Tenn no further warning before he steps back into his space. he reaches out again, slipping a hand behind Tenn's neck before leaning in— if he's going to do this, he might as well go all out.

he's not as rough this time, taking more care with how he moves, wanting to make this good enough for Tenn that he won't have any room to complain about Gaku being a bad kisser later.]

[ He knows how to kiss someone to make it look good on camera. He doesn't know how to kiss someone to make them like it-- to make it feel good for them. He reaches up to rest a hand on Gaku's shoulder, pressing into the kiss and ... doing what he can. When Gaku does something, Tenn waits a few beats, just enough time for it to make it seem as if he isn't copying him, and mirrors it.

His fingers twist into the fabric of Gaku's shirt as he pushes down all the feelings that this is wrong -- He knows it is. Not only is he getting involved physically with someone, something that Kujou-san had trained him never to do, it's someone from his own group. If they weren't in the solace of their own home, this could, and likely would, destroy everything ---

---But, just like he doesn't let himself feel regularly, he doesn't let himself feel that shame and anxiety just now. ...Mostly, anyway. ]

[even if Gaku's extremely focused on getting some much needed release for all this pent up sexual tension he's been shouldering for the last week, he's still very much aware of Tenn's movements. as nonchalant as he acted about catching Gaku with his literal pants down, he can tell that Tenn's simply repeating every little motion Gaku makes back to him. that's fine, really— it's been so long since Gaku's had any kind of physical interaction that wasn't completely staged for a drama or commercial, that he's not going to be picky about Tenn's inexperience.

he will, of course, still bring it up again at every opportunity he gets.

the hand reaching out to grab his shirt seems like as good of a go-ahead as any, so Gaku doesn't waste any time putting his other arm around Tenn's back, holding him steady as he presses him back down against the couch, his tongue flicking out playfully as he tries to deepen the kiss.]

[ It feels strange to be pushed down, like this. ...It feels strange to be clinging like this, opening his mouth to accept Gaku's tongue and jolting and shivering at the sensation that floods his body when he rubs it with his own. He doesn't realize the sound he's made until a few seconds after he's made it, not recognizing his own voice when it breaks out in pleasure, no matter how soft. ]

[sorry Tenn, but you're not getting away with that so easily. Gaku breaks the kiss not long after, still supporting Tenn with his arm but blinking down at him, expression a not unattractive mixture of curiosity and arousal.]

You like that?

[ ...He doesn't respond. Not verbally, anyway. He looks away, flushed and embarrassed because yes, he liked it a whole lot, but vocalizing that would be mortifying. ]

[that's really enough of an answer by itself, but if Tenn's going to give Gaku an inch, he'll only be satisfied if he takes a mile. he's wearing that wide-necked shirt again, meaning that when he turns his head to avoid Gaku's gaze he just ends up displaying his neck— which Gaku's goes in for, without warning, sealing his mouth over the pale skin there and biting down just enough to bruise, but not seriously hurt.]

[ He gives a startled yelp that trails off into another gasp of pleasure, hand shooting up to tangle itself into Gaku's hair and tug -- . He knows what Gaku is doing and knows that Gaku knows that marking his body like that should be so completely off limits and it makes him mad, but -- the way that it's so forbidden is intoxicating. ...Having those feelings makes him mad, too, but all he can do in the moment is gasp the other's name. ]

Gaku--!

[Gaku only hums in response immediately, because there's no way he's pulling back before he's completely sure that he's left a mark that will last for a few days. it's honestly a miracle he doesn't go in for a second, considering the way Tenn crying out his name by passes all rational thought and just goes straight to his dick.

he does let Tenn tug him away eventually, looking about as apologetic about his actions as one might expect (so, like, not at all).]

Sorry, could you repeat that?

What do you think you're doing?!

[ Thrumping him on the head, his hand comes out of Gaku's hair to cover the mark, flushed as he glowers at him like a very upset cat. He has to appear on a show within the next day, and while the mark could be covered by makeup rather easily, there's no way he's going to let the makeup artist know that he was doing anything near getting down. ]

I thought I had permission.

[he takes Tenn's abuse without complaint, pulling away from him once he's had enough of getting his hair messed up. he's well aware of Tenn's schedule, and is also well aware of the kind of things he's seen professional makeup artists cover up before— not that reminding Tenn of that fact would do him any good, because it's Tenn, and the brat normally takes pride at being one of the only idols in the industry to actually buy into the whole 'our bodies belong only to our fans' bullshit so completely.]

My body isn't yours to mark!

[ It's not even his, in his opinion. He's an idol, so he's given away his autonomy to the world. ...There's something still within him that knows that that should be sad, but the larger, more trained part of him sees it as an honor.

...It's conflicting, because that still felt good -- he's still hungry for this, even if he's mad. ]

[Tenn might be protesting verbally, but Gaku's good enough at reading body language to know what the real story is. that's fine, though. he has a pretty clear idea of where this is going, and really, after the week he's had, if Tenn wants to be the one to deliver himself to his own suffering, Gaku's fine with that.]

My mistake. [he takes his hands off Tenn entirely, stepping back from the couch, posture suddenly much more relaxed, as if nothing had even happened.]

[ He deflates, slightly, when Gaku steps away. He ... doesn't want that, he thinks, wants to keep doing this thing that they aren't supposed to be doing, wants to give into the pleasure that he's not supposed to be having, but -

- But, there's no way he could ask for it back. Not right now, at least. Not in this moment. He tries to relax his own posture, to tamp everything back down so that he can pull his mask back on, but is having issue getting the flush off of his face. ]

[as much as Gaku wants to go full horny on main in the first go, the larger, smarter part of his brain reminds him that Tenn's suffering is going to be really funny.

so he steps away without another word, heading back to the kitchen to start preparing lunch like he originally planned.]

[ When Gaku turns his back on him, actually walks away like nothing had happened --- He simply scoffs, turning away himself to storm to his bedroom. ...Not to do anything nefarious, of course, because Tenn is the last person who's going to go rub one out in frustration after a makeout session. No -- He's just there to sulk, and doesn't come out for the rest of the night.

Thankfully, his wardrobe has enough garments with shirts that cover his neck that he gets through the next few days without anyone noticing the mark underneath, in person or on social media. Tenn, however -- stops to check it whenever he's in privacy, running his fingers over and frowning a repressed, frustrated frown. ...He didn't want it to stop there, and he knows that Gaku knows that he didn't want it to stop there.

But - he's now told himself that he's not going to break first, in this. Both of them are still hungry - Both of them know this. And, obviously -- the way to deal with this is a war to try and draw the other in. Tenn is as passive aggressive as he possibly can be with this, avoiding Gaku but doing things like eating in a more suggestive manner, not drying his hair after a shower when he normally wouldn't leave the bathroom until perfect just to look enticingly disheveled, wearing looser shirts (once the mark fades and he can cover it with foundation himself) and tighter pants.

Because, obviously, being a little bitch about it is the way that Kujou Tenn is going to deal with it. ]

[unfortunately for Tenn, while he's grappling with a very newfound frustration, for Gaku, it's always like this. while TRIGGER is the most important thing to him in the world, period, and doesn't regret debuting under any circumstances, that still doesn't change the facts of their business. working as an idol might as well come with an official moratorium on one's dating and sex life. sure, plenty of their peers take the chance and run around with each other behind closed doors anyway, but Gaku takes his job far too seriously to have ever chanced that. for the last three years, he's made his peace with living in the no bone zone.

so if Tenn's annoyed at being blue-balled after a matter of days, Gaku can't find that much pity in his heart for him.

that doesn't mean he isn't picking up on Tenn's novice attempts at seduction. it's why he suggested they go out to the new frozen yogurt place that opened near their apartment in the first place, the night Ryuu's out drinking with Momo and Mitsuki. Tenn's been pretty cranky lately anyway, and plying him with sweets usually does something for his mood, so Gaku can knock out two birds with one stone this way.]

What flavor did you get?

Cake batter.

[ 'cake' 'batter' 'frozen' 'yogurt' is in his cup, alongside most of the sprinkles in the shop. He's still annoyed with Gaku, is still trying to get him to break first so that they can go back to what they were doing without Tenn asking for something that he wants, but -

... But, he hasn't let himself have sweets in awhile, too, and his hunger for confection is more ravenous than his one for the taste of the inside of Gaku's mouth. ]

Please try not to clean them out of their strawberry stock.

They're closing soon anyway.

[Gaku's not going to apologize for his extra large cup of strawberry, all right, the entire point of a frozen yogurt shop was to sell frozen yogurt, what was wrong with Gaku buying a lot?

he glances over at Tenn nonchalantly, setting his cup down on the table top they're loitering in front of.]

Let me try some of yours.

[ He's being too nice. Tenn doubts his motives --- and, he has no intentions on letting up on this war of terror on the battlegrounds of the bone zone. He's planning every move he can to be as seductive and sexy and enticing while eating frozen yogurt with Gaku, without letting him be any more enticing as to make Tenn any more thirsty.

After a moment staring, he gently slides his cup over. ]

Thanks.

[Gaku uses his own spoon to scoop up a small amount of Tenn's yogurt, casually popping it in his mouth without any especially sexy showmanship to try and get under Tenn's skin.

instead, he just waits a beat, letting overbearing sweetness melt on his tongue before he turns his head, leaning forward without any further warning to press his lips to Tenn's, mouth slightly sticky and warm.]

[ Oh.

Oh.

That wasn't anything anywhere near what he thought would happen. Not even close. He'd been planning something himself, was going to intercept Gaku taking a spoonful of his own yogurt and grasp his hand, taking the spoon in his mouth slowly and looking up at him but--- that entire plan goes blank in his mind the second that Gaku's lips press to his.

--Of course, as much as he wants it, he doesn't let it happen for long before pushing him away. ]

We're in public-!

Don't make so much noise, Tenn, you're going to cause a scene.

[a month or so ago, Gaku wouldn't dream of doing something so brazen in public. but TRIGGER's indie now, blacklisted by most media outlets, and Gaku can't remember the last time he noticed a paparazzo following him. they're the only customers in the yogurt shop, and the shape of the stores makes it so the cashier can't even see them where they're standing.

Gaku just smirks blithely, sliding Tenn's yogurt back to him.]

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[ His face is a deep red as he doesn't know how to handle this situation. It's embarrassing and slightly uncomfortable -- He's been conditioned for six years not to do anything like that, after all. It's still hard to take himself out of the mindset of someone with eyes on him at any given moment - hard to take himself out of the mindset of someone perfectly at the top.

But - that isn't what's at the front of his concern, right now. He puffs up like an angry cat, swivvling his chair away from Gaku and grumpily eating his froyo!! ]

Come on, I'll let you have some of mine.

[Gaku's just gonna take that as a win, my guy.]