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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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[ 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 -- ]

[of course, Gaku intercepts that hand with his own, grabbing Tenn's wrist and pinning it to the mattress.]

Tenn, I want you to talk to me. [he says it at the same moment he pushes a second finger in, his eyes fixed on Tenn's expectantly.]

[ There's something electric as his wrist is grasped, as it's pinned down. It makes him shudder, a little -- He barely has time to address that he liked Gaku being rough with him like that before another finger is pushed inside of him, before Gaku makes that cocky request. He gasps at the feeling of being stretched -- It still hurts, still stings, but the way he's being touched inside almost overrides that. ]

Talk to you ... - What do you expect me to say, at a time like this --

[ His voice is tight, he's trying too hard to hold himself together. ]

[Gaku keeps moving his fingers, carefully stretching Tenn open while being sure to balance it out with glancing touches to that spot that makes the other squirm and writhe under him.]

You've been thinking about me doing this to you, right? In that past few days. What else have you been thinking about me?

[he tries to keep his tone cool and assertive, but can't help the way his own arousal keeps slipping in, giving away just how turned on seeing Tenn like this is making him.]

[ Hearing Gaku talk like that makes him squirm just as much. Having all of his desires be put into the air like that is toeing the lines of too uncomfortable and he presses his lips together tight, turning his head to the side. He tips his head back and breathes deep in pleasure as he's touched again, making his mental footing uneasy as he tries to sneak around what Gaku is asking.

The largest part of him wants to shoot venom, wants to say something like That you need to shut up, but the last thing in the world that he wants, right now, is to ruin this mood. ]

You aren't -- my last choice, for this - ...

[ Does that count--?! ]

Hah ... I'm flattered.

[that really isn't what he was looking for but it's so quintessentially Tenn that Gaku can't help the way a smile pulls at his lips. it was a big reach, anyway, expecting Tenn to actually be able to voice his desires. he can let Tenn off the hook, for the moment, leaning down to catch his lips again as he tries spreading his fingers, just a little, to work him further open.]

[ Gaku's probably doing this on purpose, Tenn thinks -- Kissing him whenever he makes some kind of movement that makes him gasp, makes him react. It's slightly embarrassing, but ... He'd have to be blind not to notice just how much his reactions are turning Gaku on, and that leaves him with a sense of pride that almost makes him want to do it more, wants to see how far he can push Gaku in wanting him before he does something interesting.

He breaks the kiss, but once again, just enough that their lips still brush when he speaks. ]

What have you been thinking about, Gaku...?

[Gaku murmurs softly when Tenn pulls away, not exactly happy that he's broken the kiss, but if this is how Tenn wants to play things, he'll go along with it.]

Just this ... you under me, completely exposed. You must trust me a lot to let me do this kind of thing— even if you usually never let me take care of you.

[as if to emphasize that point, he brushes against Tenn's prostate again, watching him almost greedily for more of those reactions.]

[ It's frustrating how not good at the game he's trying to play he is.

He doesn't know how to respond to that. It's -- almost mortifying, thinking about just how exposed he is, both mentally and physically. It's even more mortifying to have Gaku call it out, to have him call out the trust in him that he has. It's something he's said aloud, but only after awhile of psyching himself up to say it. Having Gaku say it so easily, so readily --- not only does he not know how to respond, he almost can't. He flushes deep, opening his mouth to nothing --

--That is, until Gaku brushes that bundle of nerves again, forcing a squeak of pleasure out of him in the form of the other's name, making him twitch upwards. ]

Gaku--!

[ He closes the space between their mouths again, this time biting Gaku's bottom lip, almost as a form of retribution for what he'd just done. ]