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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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[ He keeps it up, for a few moments more -- He gets what to do, now. He can feel what makes Gaku react, can tell what mistakes he was making before and knows how to fix them. ...Of course, after all, he's Kujou Tenn -- even if he had a rough time, he's still aggravatingly good at just about anything.

Then-- he pulls off, for a moment. It's slow and methodical and a string of saliva trails between the tip of Gaku's dick and Tenn's mouth before he licks his lips, locking eyes with Gaku. ]

When you finish, do you want to do it in my mouth, or on my face?

[ ...He's acting, again, to try and cover up just how obscenely embarrassing that was, but -- ... He's still blushing, even if he's making a cheeky face. ]

[it was really only going to be a matter of time before Tenn picked up on things. as much as Gaku likes to tell him there's no way he can really be instantly perfect at everything he tries, they both know that given enough time Tenn can pick up basically anything. the improved movements of his mouth and tongue are proof of that, and by the time Tenn pulls back, Gaku's well edging into climax.

and Tenn's little display pushes him the rest of the way. he pumps the hand still holding on to the base of his cock along his shaft, just once, white splattering over Tenn's lips and cheeks as Gaku comes with a unrestrained moan.]

[ --He wanted an actual, verbal answer. He wanted to see Gaku get flustered over the question, wanted to make him pick one and say it. This -- ... Certainly was Gaku picking an answer, it was making him choose but --

It just happening catches Tenn off-guard, and he can't help but flinch just slightly as Gaku's seed splatters on his face.

He knows what to do, next, from the ... research he'd done prior to this, even if it's embarrassing. Looking up to Gaku with a flustered expression, he licks the cum off of his lips, trying to reign in how obscene and lewd this is. ]

Fuck, you're so—

[Gaku is practically breathless, mind still buzzing from the aftershocks of his orgasm. he barely has the mental capacity to process what Tenn's doing, can only stare dumbly as Tenn licks Gaku's come off of his lips. just what kind of stuff was he looking at while he was home all day? the way Tenn holds his gaze is magnetic, too intoxicating, and it's a struggle to break even after he's put his tongue back in his mouth.]

Give me more of a warning, next time.

Give you more of a warning?

[ His lips tuck into a frown, and he brings a hand up to wipe away at the stickiness on his face that he can't reach with his tongue. ...He doesn't get up, though, yet - still staying on his knees in front of Gaku. He likes the way he's being looked at, and wants to prolong it as long as he can. ]

My mouth was busy.

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You could've used your hands.

[Tenn wasn't doing anything with those. Gaku tries to deepen his frown, trying not to get distracted by Tenn wiping away the last of the come still on his face. there's a strong part of him that wants to reach out, smear it further across Tenn's lips, but that's— a little too spicy for Gaku's tender romantic heart.

he grabs Tenn's arms instead, pulling him up off of his knees to kiss him, taking a step forward at the same time to press him up against the edge of that desk that's still there.]

[ ...He was worried that Gaku wouldn't kiss him, after that. That after sucking him off, his mouth would be dirty and off limits. So - when he's pulled up, manhandled, pressed up against and trapped against Gaku and the desk, he can't hold back a shudder - he can't hold back a gasping moan into the other man's mouth.

He brings his hands up to cup them against Gaku's jaw - to pull him and keep him as close as possible. Tenn wants right now -- it's a feeling he's still not used to and still doesn't like feeling but he's too turned on to navigate through the minefield of his thoughts. ]

[if anything, the fact that Tenn's mouth was on his dick just a few seconds ago is a turn on. the sharp taste of precum still lingers in Tenn's mouth when Gaku pushes his tongue in past his lips, and while it's not exactly present, it is lingering proof of what they did, what Tenn did of his own volition, because he wanted Gaku so badly.

once Tenn's pinned neatly against the desk, Gaku lets his hands fall, dropping down to Tenn's legs instead. there's an undeniable thrill that rushes through him when he runs his palms up Tenn's thighs, feeling where the fabric of his stockings end and his bare skin begins. he grabs one of Tenn's legs, pulling it up, encouraging him to wrap it around his waist while he continues to kiss him hungrily.]

[ He's glad that Gaku is enjoying his outfit -- this was specifically tailored to his tastes, after all. ...He wonders, idly, if Gaku has noticed that. The thought isn't too concrete, though, as his mind wanders in and out of blankness through this kiss, through his touches. He complies easily when Gaku moves him, wrapping his leg tightly around his waist and immedietly grinding against him.

...He's achingly hard, through his silky, lacy, black panties -- Embarrassingly so, for someone who wasn't getting any stimulation, himself. his heart pounds so hard in his chest it's like he'd just finished a show, and even for a second he doesn't intend on letting his and Gaku's bodies have even a centimeter of space between them. ]

[the feeling of Tenn's erection pressing into his hip is enough to draw a low groan from Gaku's throat, prompting him to quickly shove one of his hands in between the two of them, still under Tenn's skirt, to grab him through the silky fabric.

his mind should be clearer after his own orgasm, at least enough to make some sort of plan of action, but he wants too much right now— Tenn clinging to him like he is now, Tenn spread out on the table, Tenn hot in his hand or the feeling of Tenn around him— Gaku's more than a little overwhelmed from the possibilities. he can only give Tenn a short pump of his fist at the moment, biting at his lips while his logic and lust battle it out.]

[ Gaku's desire for him is so strong that it's almost palpable -- It feels like if Tenn breathes in too much, he's going to drown in it. He doesn't hold back when Gaku grabs him, when he's rough with his touches because he wantswantswants so much --- breaking the kiss to tip his head back in a moan, voice breaking in ecstasy.

He'd, truthfully, had this entire event planned out to the point -- He'd planned on sucking Gaku's cock, but didn't think character would break so easily. ...At this point, he'd wanted Gaku to bend him over the desk and fuck him from behind, leaving him clinging and dripping but --

-- Whatever is fine, he thinks. This feeling is --- good, it's more than good. He loves this feeling of choking on Gaku's need for him, making him come undone as he twists his fingers into pale hair, groaning the man's name hotly into his ear. ]

[it wouldn't be surprising to Gaku to learn that Tenn had every minute detail planned down to the second. that's just how Tenn is, his need for control and order so great that even sex wasn't off the table when it came to being micromanaged.

in Gaku's opinion, however— this side of Tenn, with his legs locked around Gaku's waist, dripping messily into his fist— is so much better. the moans and whines falling from Tenn's lips are enough to make his cock start stirring to attention again, pressing into the soft flesh of Tenn's thigh.

he should probably stop what he's doing, if he still wants to fuck Tenn, but ... he would be looser after coming once, and besides, he's the one who started this. he should be prepared to take responsibility for egging Gaku on this way.]

It must've been difficult getting the desk in here without anyone noticing. Did you want me to bend you over it?

[ It was only a matter of time before Gaku started to turn this back onto him. ...Tenn had expected it, of course, but -- that didn't make what Gaku had said any less ... of what it was. It's a wonder that he can stay hard, considering all the blood in his body had made it's way to his face with a deep and embarrassed blush.

As much as he wants to stay in control, here -- Gaku's words make him squirm in his arms, make his skin tingle and make his breath catch in his throat. He opens his mouth to speak --- but, he can't find his voice.

...Yes. Yes, he does, want Gaku to bend him over the desk and take him with all the greed he's made him have with this ... elaborate fuckquest. But - there's no way that he can voice that, and he knows that Gaku knows that--- And, he knows that Gaku knows that he knows that, and somehow the corner that he's been backed into is so intoxicating that he can't breathe.

His fingers net tighter into Gaku's hair, the thigh around his waist tightening, and --- Tenn drops his head down into the crook of Gaku's neck, before busying his mouth with a bite of his neck.

.........He knows that Gaku still has work, is still filming. This is direct and fair revenge for when the man had done the same to him. ]

Tenn—

[the surprise in Gaku's voice is sharp when he feels Tenn's teeth sink into his neck. he wasn't expecting Tenn to return that particular favor, at least not in this exact moment. he thought he had tipped Tenn over to that point where he stops fronting, stops acting like there's any bite behind his bark and just submits to his desire, but apparently not.

he pumps his hand again, twisting it at the base of Tenn's cock at the same time he squeezes, letting the feeling of Tenn's mouth on his neck override any further thoughts clouding his ability to simply move on instinct. if he wants to push Gaku over the edge, he has no qualms about dragging Tenn down along with him.]

[ Biting Gaku was the last of the cheekiness that he had -- it was emergency protocol as to not slip and fall, it was the only thing he could do to occupy himself and not have to be made to answer a question that Gaku, likely, was not actually looking for a verbal answer to.

He can't hide, however, from Gaku's hand -- and he squirms and jerks between Gaku and the desk and gasps into his skin, digging his nails into the man's scalp before removing his hands to put them at his waist, reaching under his skirt and pushing his panties off of his hips. ]

They were expensive, don't ruin them--

[if Tenn thought verbalizing that particular thought would somehow make Gaku want to watch him come in expensive silk panties any less, he’s sorely mistaken. Gaku only tightens his grip when Tenn tries to push them out of the way, trapping the fabric between his palm and Tenn’s messily leaking cock.]

I’ll get you a new pair.

[Gaku doesn’t even try to conceal the gravel in his voice, the overwhelming hunger as he pins Tenn into place, leaving him nowhere to hide and no option but to bend to Gaku’s will.]

[ He wants to snap back, at that -- Say that it's not like he wants to keep them and wants a new pair in the event that they get ruined -- it's just the principal of the matter ---

But, he can't, because he's already at Gaku's whims -- has been, for awhile, but can't cling and hold on any longer. It's too overwhelming, to have Gaku say the hungry words to him that he is - to be completely at his mercy. ...To know that if he wanted Gaku to stop, he'd stop before Tenn could even finish the word. He doesn't, though -- Gaku stopping is, actually, the last thing in the world that he wants.

He was already ungodly close -- So turned on that it was hard to keep his thoughts together. Gaku speaking to him like this -- touching him like this, it's too much and after a few beats more he tenses, back arcing as he presses hard against Gaku and spills over his hand (and panties,) with a broken moan. ]

[it's ... still a lot, seeing Tenn like this. willingly exposed underneath him in a display meant only for him, knees still locked around his sides with his moans filling the hair between them, leaving no room for anything else. the sound is too much, and Gaku's bending him back to kiss him again as he feels the damp fabric under his hand becomes wet and sticky, keeping up the movement of his fist throughout Tenn's orgasm.

if he was only half-way back to hard before, he's certainly there now, and licks his way back into Tenn's mouth with a single-minded intent. the addiction Tenn's been feeling for weeks has fully infected him, any lingering pretense of patience completely decimated. Tenn's vulnerability is just that intoxicating to Gaku, every needy, wanton face Tenn shows when he's completely stripped of everything else is only making Gaku want more.]

[ Gaku isn't the only one completely intoxicated. Tenn's body twitches with sparks of pleasure as Gaku continues to palm him off even though he's already came, unable to close his mouth before it's ravaged open with the man's tongue. It's embarrassing, how much he likes this --- How much he likes it when he feels like his body is Gaku's body, when he needs needs needs and Gaku is more than happy to give him everything and more.

The hand at the waistband of his panties tries to push them away, again -- The feeling of the wet stickiness is weird and, right now, way too restricting. He wants more-- wants to go further, he continues to gasp and moan and whine into Gaku's mouth with hungry desire, begging for him without words.

He can't press his body any further to Gaku's, but he tries -- he wants him, wants to be sheathed around him, wants to be bent over backwards until it feels like his spine is going to snap or to be flipped over and held fast against the desk and be fucked hard and fast with the greedy hunger he can feel boiling underneath Gaku's skin -- He doesn't have the time or the ability to think about how mortifying asking would be, only continuing to be wanton and sloppy in the face of someone who knows what he wants without needing to ask, regardless. ]

[Gaku allows it, this time, when Tenn moves to push the panties down and to the floor. he's made his point with them well enough, and when Tenn's making such an effort to be distracting, Gaku's attention is easily pulled elsewhere. he wipes his hand off the best he can on what dry fabric remains before they fall away, so he can move both of his hands to either side of Tenn's hips and lift him up and set him the rest of the way on top of the desk.]

Where's the lube?

[as much as he wants to maintain this thickly horny atmosphere for as long as possible, there are pressing matters to attend to. at least Gaku doesn't have to stop and wonder if Tenn even has any— with the other extravagant lengths he's gone through to set this up, there's no doubt that he has some handy to facilitate what comes next.]

[ --At the question, Tenn somehow manages to flush deeper. The words were innocent enough, at course -- And, Tenn wants what comes from them more than anything, but --

-- Giving a small glance away, he taps the desk beneath him.

It'll take some maneuvering, but - when Gaku opens the desk, what he'll find is ... probably, a lot more than he expected. Along with lube, there are various toys, a few vanilla baby restraints --- it seems like Tenn didn't quite know what would be exciting, and bought a little of ... everything. ]

[while under normal circumstances Gaku can only dream about Tenn being this quiet and obedient, actually experiencing it is kind of ... weird. he almost wants to tell him that he should complain a little more, just to make things seem a little more normal.

then he manages to leverage the desk open, and that whole line of thought goes entirely out the window.]

... Tenn, did you—

[he really doesn't know what to end that with. did he clear out a sex toy site's entire 'for beginners' tab? was he planning to use all of these tonight? had he already tried using any of these?]

[ no, he hadn't used any of them, even if he was ... repressed, the last week or so. his secret plan coming to fruit, though, is much more embarrassing than he'd prepared for. he prickles in gaku's arms, shoulders stiffening and lips pressing into a thin, bashful line.

his first reaction is to run and hide. ...except, that's actually the last thing he wants, so he moves on to his second: acting. ]

...You can use whatever you want. After all, my body is yours, sensei~.

[in complete fairness, it's not the worst thing Tenn could've done, because now Gaku's back to the very familiar territory of acting annoyed at Tenn while he's being a tsundere. he doesn't scoff like he would under normal circumstances, but the way his expression sours is close enough, digging the lube out with one hand while his other arm holds Tenn up.]

Yeah? So you're up for being blindfolded?

[he meant to just pick something at random, a way to jab at Tenn's assertion that anything was fine, but— there is a blindfold in there, and Tenn did just give him permission, even if it was arguably only mock-serious.]

[ That's ... annoying. He didn't want to lose the mood -- didn't want to make Gaku be like this. His acting was supposed to draw him in, not push him out, so -- Tenn drops the character, but doesn't speak quite yet. He continues to stare forward, quiet in the way where it's obvious that he wants to say something but his walls won't let him.

That's annoying, too, because-- he wants this. He doesn't like how everything just dropped, it's-- good when he almost feels like he's drowning in Gaku, either from him wrenching those walls down or crawling over top and coming inside.

Almost insistently, he rocks his body against Gaku's -- maybe, as a sign that he wants to go back to just a few moments ago. He still doesn't speak, just yet, and when he does --- He drops his face into the other man's shoulder, hiding. ]

...

I said whatever's fine.

...

... ...

... ... ... I trust you.