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[ he's -- too hungry to care, too addicted to this. his back arcs as his ass is grabbed, but he responds with a soft rock of his hips, cupping Gaku's face in his hands and diving back in with an already deep, starving kiss. ]

[Gaku groans into that kiss, into the feeling of friction Tenn makes when he rolls his hips up, grinding on Gaku's already hard cock. he's the older one here, and should be more responsible, put some kind of thought into what he's doing that goes beyond what his dick is telling him is a good idea. Tenn wants this, though. and when does Tenn actively want anything for himself, ever? it might be an excuse for when Gaku's regretting all of this later, but for now, it's enough of a justification to let him continue.

he mirrors Tenn's motion, seeking out more of that contact that's only edging him further into arousal, happily taking every ravenous Tenn gives him and returning it in kind.]

[ Hearing Gaku groan from something he's done is rewarding -- it isn't just Tenn twitching and moaning every time Gaku so much as moves, anymore. It's good, knowing the pleasure is mutual and that Gaku wants it as much as he does -- that Gaku needs it as much as he does. The sound alone makes him shudder, fingernails digging hard into the man's jawline. His hips rocking in turn makes him gasp, feeling the hardness of his cock against his own makes it hard to breathe in another gasp.

Time feels like it stops for a moment as he comes to the realization of Who are we kidding? We know what's going to happen. Breaking the kiss, he doesn't move back -- touching his forehead with Gaku's as he breathes, shallow and shaking and taking what feels like one hundred years to push out the words he wants to say. ]

...Make use of all of those words you sing on stage, Gaku. Make every person in Japan envious of me.

Hah? You want me to talk about how I'm going to steal your innocence?

[even if that is basically what Gaku's doing. he doesn't think he can be blamed, with Tenn squirming in his lap like this, happily inviting Gaku's roaming hands and mouth.]

That's not what I said.

[ It's a little embarrassing, hearing a line that he specifically sings in their lewdest, least-church friendly song -- But, he doesn't let it touch the mood, rocking his hips once again and moving to lightly drag his teeth over the shell of Gaku's ear. ]

I said put them to use. Don't say them -- show me them. Show me the things that we sing about, Gaku.

[it's embarrassing than Tenn can throw him off his game so easily with a few inexperienced bites and a slight shift of his hips, but if he wants to keep pushing things, Gaku doesn't see any reason not to keep pushing back.

he lets one of his hands wander low, palming over the front of Tenn's pants to feel out of the shape of his cock, not bothering to be careful or light with his movements anymore.]

If that's what you want, Tenn.

[ He's -- embarrassingly hard, really. But, who's to blame him ... ? He's a nineteen year old boy having his first taste of intimacy, it's a wonder he hasn't blown it, yet. He groans lightly, as he's touched, breath hot and right into Gaku's ear.

...He's confused, and he's nervous, asking to go this far -- No, demanding that Gaku take it further for him. He's repressed, not sheltered. He knows how this is going to work, he'd just -- ... Accepted that he wasn't going to be doing it. Not for awhile, at least. But ... right now, he feels like he'd die if he turned back, if he peeled himself off of Gaku's lap and just went about his day. ]

[Gaku can only keep up the teasing for so long, when the proof of Tenn's attraction is laid so bare in front of him. he can't say he hasn't been thinking about this, hasn't had it on his mind almost every spare moment he isn't otherwise occupied, wondering just how far Tenn was willing to let him take this, how he'd respond under Gaku's hand. he has his answer now, and can't stand to wait any longer.]

Tenn, get my pants open.

[his voice is thicker than he means it to be as he reaches for Tenn's fly, pulling the zipper down before snaking his hand inside, beneath the elastic band of his underwear to wrap a hand around Tenn's cock.]

[ That just makes him freeze up, makes him gasp that trails off into a sound that was louder than he intended it to be. Instinctively, a hand comes up to cover his mouth -- He knows that the sounds that he makes effect Gaku well enough, but ... That was embarrassing, wasn't it - ? Being loud and desperate and so effected like that, just from a simple touch. ...He doesn't think he could possibly get any redder than he is, it's a wonder he can remain as hard as he is, considering all of the blood in his entire body has made it's way into his face. ]

[the noises Tenn makes are— more frustrating, than anything, at least at the moment. they go straight to Gaku's dick which still hasn't been touched, and Gaku's not very interested in being patient anymore.]

Come on.

[he reaches his free hand out to grab Tenn's wrist, pulling it away from his mouth and guiding it down to his crotch, cock hard enough that it's obviously straining against his jeans.]

[ ...What might be even more embarrassing than how loud and desperate he's being is how that's effecting Gaku, really. It's him that's doing this to him - He's the reason that Gaku is so flushed, so hard. ...He was more than well aware that as an idol, as a very famous, very attractive idol who often sings less-than-christian songs, he's given his effect to people before. He was more than well aware what many of his fans did in the comfort of their own bathtubs.

But ... Gaku? He hadn't put much thought into it until this all began, and lately -- ... Lately, it's been the only thought he's been able to put much of anything into.

He doesn't resist as his hand is pulled away, as it's guided to Gaku's waist. ...He does hesitate for just a moment before he fumbles with the fly of his pants, pulling it open, pushing boxers aside and pulling out Gaku's achingly hard cock to--

... Stare at it. ]

[that's ... a reaction. not the one Gaku wants or needs right now, though it does serve as yet another reminder that Tenn is still new at this, painfully so, and in all likelihood this is his first time doing touching anyone other than himself so intimately.

the mess up your innocence line in Leopard Eyes just got somehow worse. as if it wasn't already bad enough.

his unbridled early 20-something male lust wins out over any hesitation he has, and he doesn't have to move Tenn that much to achieve his goal. Gaku shifts forward just enough for their cocks to brush together, his hand going to cover Tenn's and encircle both of their lengths, drawing out another low groan from his throat.]

[ It-- feels good enough for him to be noisy, again. A soft and breathy, whiny groan - still in Gaku's ear. It's good, but -- It's not exactly what he wants. Didn't he make that clear enough --- ? He wants to be more than just touched, even if feeling Gaku's hands on him after what seemed like an eternity of grinding was enough to make the edges of his mind whiten. ]

...More than this, Gaku--

[ He croons softly, desperately into the man's ear -- Trying to make his voice as breathy and enticing as possible. If Gaku is going to start holding back on what he's willing to give in the single moment Tenn is allowing himself to be greedy, then Tenn is going to break him through acting. ]

Eh?

[Gaku's movements stutter at Tenn's words, his hand stilling over their cocks. his hesitation only last a moment, before he's tightening his grip, fist beginning to pump over both of them.]

I'm not— planning on stopping. Be patient.

[his voice is strained, breath hitching in time with the movements of his hand. even if Tenn wants more, and Gaku wants more, and Gaku's incredibly turned on by Tenn's pleading, there's no way he's going to last long enough to get much further than this. it's embarrassing that Tenn's made him this desperate, so wound up that he doesn't trust his own body, but Tenn doesn't need to know about that part.]

...Good. I'm not planning- on letting you stop.

[ It's getting hard to speak, now, between gasps -- No matter how much he wants to quip or say dirty things to rile Gaku up. Tenn notices how he reacts when he speaks like that and tucks it away, saves it for later because right now, he doesn't want to think about anything but the feeling of Gaku's hand on him. He's -- ... on the edge, and he of course isn't going to mention anything about that, instead grabbing Gaku by the sides of his face once more to kiss him deep and muffle his gasps and groans into the man's mouth as he's pushed off a few beats later, body jerking and contracting as he spills hotly over him. ]

[when Tenn grabs him like that, there's really no way Gaku can last any longer. he moans louder than he means to into the kiss, Tenn being so forceful and needy combined with everything else making it so easy to tip over the edge, his free hand going to grab the back of Tenn's head to pull him in closer. Gaku's teeth catch at Tenn's lips as he comes, almost at the exact moment Tenn does. normally he might be more embarrassed about his stamina (or lack there of), but that was the point of this— Tenn still wants more, demands more, and even in his post-orgasmic haze, his body slumping back against the couch, his thoughts are still preoccupied with what's been promised in the next round.]

[ he rests his forehead against gaku's shoulder in breathlessness, trying to regain his bearings. it feels -- good, really good, to be able to effect gaku like that, and he pushes away the thoughts of how gaku had effected him just as badly away to the 'maybe we'll address this' pile. ...he isn't sure where to go, from here, so - he just breathes shallowly, awaiting gaku's next move. ]

[there are a lot of ways this could go, and Gaku has a good mind just to pick Tenn up and carry him the rest of the way— but that still means dealing with the mess on his hands before anyway.]

Take off your shirt. [he needs it. for reasons.]

[ It's a beat before the command parses- and he swallows, nodding and straightening up. He tilts his chin, just so - the way he always does in fanservice shots. He's still flushed a light pink, breath still slightly labored. He doesn't know that Gaku just intends on using his shirt as a jizzrag, and is trying to put on as much of a show of this as possible. ]

[that's really nice and all, and there's no small part of Gaku that appreciates that Tenn's trying to ho it up as much as possible. he can appreciate it more when he doesn't have a case of the old spunk hands, and is wiping it off on Tenn's shirt as soon as it's handed over to him.]

I'll do the laundry tomorrow, so don't complain.

--Use your own shirt for that, next time!

[ What the fuck!!!!!!!! ]

Why? You just handed yours over, so there was no point in taking mine off.

...

You could have wiped it on your pants. You're going to be taking them off, anyway.

[ He tries to be nonchalant about that -- about the fact that he's all but demanding that his pants are coming off, that there's going to be more. Maybe Gaku will like that ... ? Hopefully he'll like that. ]

Not in the living room.

[Gaku might be desperate, but not desperate enough to fuck Tenn in their very shared living space, though Tenn's bratty demands make it tempting to do something stupid like that just to put him in his place.]

Come on, we need to move. Or do you want me carry you again? [it's said mostly as a joke, but once the thought is planted, Gaku easily recalls how instantly compliant Tenn was when he picked him up in the entryway ...]

Shut up.

[ Him bringing that up is embarrassing -- bringing any verbal attention to how needy he is is embarrassing. It makes the tips of his ears flush bright pink and he glances away. ...It doesn't do anything for his hunger, though - He still wants this, of course, pushing away to stand up, taking a step towards the hallway. ]

...Come on.