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[ Living together with TRIGGER wasn't something he thought he would ever do, and if asked this time last year, he would have said that it was impossible. But, the way things have aligned were impossibly less than perfect, and here they are -- A month or so into living together in the same house. There have been spats, of course, but -- ... He wishes he could say that it was as impossible as he thought it would be. It's warm, here. Interactions when waking up and going to sleep and eating and coming home are less stilted. It's almost as if he can take his mask off when behind closed doors -- Not just the one of the perfect Modern-day Angel, but the sharp and cold and uncaring one covering up everything he's pushed down.

It's a saturday that they don't have anything lined up for work. Kaoru won't let him go out and do anything, tells him he needs time to himself to unwind, less he wants to end up in the hospital again. This has him idly straightening things up around the house, making stir-crazy circles in absence of anything else to do. Gaku's left a jacket in the living room, and after making a snide comment about his organizational skills to nobody but himself, he opts to bringing it back to his room for him.

Like a proper older sibling, he knocks and immediately lets himself in, with little respect for what the man inside could be doing. ]

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Geh--

[ He makes a face as he's caught in Gaku's trap, pulling his hand out of his mouth and trying not to blush too hard at this. ]

...Into the submissive types.

Not particularly— I just like how it looks on you.

[it's Gaku's victory, again, and it puts him in a better mood. he steps away from Tenn, over to his bedside table to get the lube himself, since even that was too much to ask of the brat.]

What are you waiting for now? Take your clothes off and get on the bed.

[ ...Ah.

He can't quite find the words to respond to that, nor to the curt demand. So -- he doesn't, for a moment, before he sits down onto Gaku's bed and looks up at him -- ... before glancing away. ....Before looking up at him, once more. ]

...

Take them off for me.

[ He'd just in his already undone and pushed away pants, after all. He wouldn't be able to put on much of a show in removing them himself, but letting Gaku do it may be nice -- ]

[that almost sullen request is more in line with what was appealing to Gaku earlier, so he acquiesces to it, turning to face Tenn before he kneels in front of him and the bed, his hands reaching up to loop his fingers through the belt loops of Tenn's pants.]

Lift your hips.

[ Suddenly, he's a lot more embarrassed. That his attempt at getting Gaku to snap failed, that this is actually happening --- Not that he doesn't want it to, of course. If Gaku walked out, here, Tenn may be driven mad with desire, and -- ... That thought is embarrassing too. There's been too much of a pause between them feverishly frotting and making out on the couch and now, allowing him to think about too many things at the same time, again.

But, he complies, lifting and twisting his hips in a way that makes it easy for Gaku to disrobe him.]

[Gaku doesn't waste any time once Tenn's complied with his instruction, pulling Tenn's pants down with his underwear over his hips and off his legs.

after that, however, he can't help but pause. Tenn's completely naked in front him now, completely exposed, in a way that Gaku (nor, likely, anyone else) has never seen before. as much as Gaku acts like he doesn't, he can see Tenn's appeal— more androgynous than him or Ryuu, small and lithe and somehow still projecting that angelic aura even when he's undressed in another man's bed.

he's quiet as he slides a hand up the back of Tenn's calf, slowly, almost reverent, stopping just above his knee to pull his leg slightly to the side, leaving enough room for Gaku to be able to lean in and press a kiss to the inside of his thigh.]

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[ The exposure he feels is -- strange. It's uncomfortable, of course. He's, quite possibly, one of the most closed-off and private people in the world. But ... Gaku is one of the few people who've managed to push through those walls of ice, even if they fight -- Even if they respond to each other's affections with being prickly.

-- Though, his response is stranger. The way Gaku touches him is soft and gentle and tender, it makes a gentle flush warm up over Tenn's body. That flush deepens in embarrassment as his lips press against his thigh - A move that's a little too much for Tenn to process. ]

G- Gaku--!

[that's the kind of reaction Gaku's looking for. maybe it says something about him that the urge to keep picking away at Tenn's carefully constructed mask is just as enticing as the promise of sex, that he wants to know and see Tenn's true feelings so much that he's willing use this kind of intimacy to get his fill of it.

his smile turns to that cocky, confident smirk that photographers love making him do in photoshoots. he moves his mouth up, further along the soft skin of Tenn's inner thigh, before he bites— not hard enough to be truly painful, but forceful enough to leave a mark.]

[ The last time Gaku bit him like that, it was in a place that was very public -- While his live costumes often have his neck covered, the clothes he wears in day to day life are loose and would show everyone in the world the mark that he left there. ...This, though - Is a secret. A hidden mark on his inner thigh, a symbol of the thoughts they've had and what they've been doing together.

It makes his blush deepen with a gasp -- Makes him squirm a little and reposition himself on the bed. One hand grasps into the sheets, while the other hovers for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to rest it in Gaku's hair. ]

—wait.

[Gaku's faced with a decision, now. in his very brief venture into illicit websites a few moments ago, the general consensus he had found was that it was best for the receiving partner to be on their stomach. that way Gaku won't be able to see Tenn's face, won't be able to hear him as well, but—

no. he frowns, glancing away. Tenn's comfort is more important, especially right now, when every performance they do could make or break or them. Gaku pulls his hands away, going to grab the bottle where he set it down on the floor.]

Roll over. It won't hurt as much that way.

...No-

[ He wants to see Gaku's face and hear him just as much as Gaku wants to see and hear him. He doesn't want his face buried into a pillow with his ass in the air -- that isn't how he pictured this happening. Doing that would also take away any control he'd have, he feels, which is ... slightly terrifying. ]

That isn't how I want it. This is fine.

[of course Tenn would choose right now, of all moments, to actually agree with Gaku's inner dialogue. he knows he has to be the responsible one, because Tenn is 19 and only thinking with his dick, but Gaku's only 23, and also thinking with his dick.]

We have a show the day after tomorrow. Are you sure?

Obviously.

[ When has he ever let anything effect the quality of his performance (aside from actually being kidnapped)? He gave a perfect concert after breaking out of the hospital as he was Literally Dying From Exhaustion, he's not going to let ass pain stop him. He's an idol.]

[and that time Gaku has urged Tenn to miss the concert and rest, instead of performing before collapsing promptly after and having to be sent right back to the hospital for another 24 hours.

Gaku sighs, running a hand through his hair in clear aggravation. if Tenn's going to insist on this, fine. when he tries to use it as ammunition against Gaku tomorrow, he'll just have to remind him who insisted on it.

(of course, if Gaku really didn't want this, he could insist right back. better to just let Tenn take the blame for this one.)]

If you say so. [he uncaps the bottle of lubricant, pouring an extremely generous amount into his hand.]

[ He watches Gaku pour the lubricant out, before -- ... Glancing away again. Even watching that is a little embarrassing. There's something that makes him feel even more on edge, though, and he crawls towards Gaku before he pulls at the hem of his shirt, dragging it upwards. ]

Undress. It's too cliche for you to be fully clothed while I'm naked. I get your tastes are built on AV's, but geez, Gaku---

[ ...And, the defense mechanism is back up. ]

You should've said something before I got the lube out.

[Gaku just sighs because, really, what else was he expecting?]

Take it off for me. I'll lift my arms when you pull.

[ He nods, not saying anything further before he pulls the shirt upwards, up and over Gaku's head as he lifts his arms (and masterfully balances lube in one hand). ...Just doing this is boring, though, he thinks, and he's already this close to Gaku's body ... and, so, he leans in, licking slowly up the middle of the man's chest. ]

Tenn—

[now it's Gaku's turn to get flustered, the feeling of Tenn's warm, wet tongue on his skin immediately sending his thoughts to other place and,

well. if Tenn lets him do anything after this, he's got a few ideas.

he reaches down with his clean hand to grab Tenn by the thigh again, leaning forward to tip them both over until Tenn's back is flat against mattress, Gaku setting his knee down by his hip to steady himself. his slick fingers dip down to Tenn's ass, circling around and against the ring of muscle there.]

[ Being pushed down like feels -- ... Good. It's good, it's what he's wanted for a few days, now. Looking up to see Gaku pouring over him like that makes something tighten in his chest that he usually ignores. He sucks in a quick breath as he feels Gaku's fingers poking at his entrance, bringing his hands up to cling to the shoulders above him. Lost and confused at what he's supposed to do in order to be active, but obviously not going to admit that, he leans slightly upward to catch Gaku's lips in a kiss. ]

[the moment their lips touch is the moment Gaku pushes in the first finger, slow and deliberate and taking his time as he sinks in, giving Tenn ample chance to tell him to stop, even if he already knows that won't happen. he can only kiss back with half of his focus because the feeling of Tenn's muscles seizing around him is already making all his synapses firing, just imaging how good that tight heat is going to feel when he buries his cock in it.]

[ It feels ... strange. It hurts, yes -- It stings a little and it makes him gasp in quickly, makes him break the kiss just enough that their lips still brush together. Tenn had done ... research on his himself, knew what he was going to have to do to make this not be incredibly horrific. So, he tries to relax, he lets his eyes flit closed even if he wants to see Gaku above him, breathes deeply and clings harshly as Gaku works him loose. ]

[Gaku eases his finger in deeper once he feels Tenn relax, still moving in the slightest of increments, taking it slow enough that it's entirely possible Tenn might think he's doing this to tease him.]

Tenn, if you're not going to look at me, you have to at least tell me how it feels.

[he tries to keep some of that sniping edge to his voice, despite how soft it is, attempting to hide his own nervousness at this whole situation— at Tenn allowing him to do this, to spread him open in the most intimate way possible and leave nothing between the two of them. he tries curling his finger, once it's in far enough, not too much, but enough to see if he can add in another yet.]

[ That aside makes him want to hit Gaku. He knows that Gaku is telling him to tell him how it feels because it's something that Tenn would never do, but -- in this situation, that just makes him flush and squirm.

...Maybe he will, then. Maybe he will, just to show that Gaku isn't the boss, here. He opens his mouth, but --- The way that Gaku curls his finger hits him just right and makes his body jolt with pleasure, makes the word he'd begun forming shatter into a moan. ]

...

Do that again-

This?

[Gaku's attention is immediately focused in on Tenn's reaction, the way his back arches and the sound that tumbles out of his mouth unguarded. he repeats the motion again, his finger seeking out that spot again to rub against it carefully.]

[ His only response is another keen of pleasure, another squirm and shift of his hips -- downwards, this time, almost if he's begging for more with just his body. He tries to bring a hand up to cover his mouth, again, embarrassed at how loud he's being with just this -- ]