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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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[ 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.

[Gaku didn't think his response was souring the mood. maybe it was, for the carefully constructed scenario Tenn was attempting to pull off, something more lurid and filthy than Gaku would ever actually propose on his own. there's an allure to that, Gaku can admit, in doing something so out of line with their normal interactions, but on the other hand— Gaku is only doing this because of their normal interactions. he likes Tenn for how he sees him every day, being an absolutely nightmare before 10 am, or harshly correcting his choreography, or needling him for not living up to any of his other impossible standards. that's the Tenn he likes. that's the Tenn he wants to fuck. the school girl act might tantalize at first, play hard into his extremely vanilla kinks, but the real Tenn, the one hiding his abashed expression, is what Gaku prefers.

he grabs for the lube, leaving the rest of Tenn's horny stash alone for the moment, unable to stop the almost smug smile that tugs at his lips when he hears Tenn's words.]

I try to live up to my center's high opinion of me.

[ Even with this situation they've crafted, Tenn can't bring himself to say that he wants things -- especially something like sex. So -- he crafted this insane scene in order to make gaku want him -- to make him desire, and make the first move.

but, now -- now that he does, now that he's acting on it and pressing his fingers under Tenn's skin and making him react, he's tripped and fallen off of his high horse and can only flush. ]

Shut up.

...Hurry.

[ He's hungry and feels like he's going to die if they don't start soon. ]

[seeing Tenn cream a pair of expensive silk panties tailored to Gaku's taste has also got him more than ready to go a second round, so he can understand Tenn's impatience, at least at a carnal level.

he leans in to claim Tenn's lips the same moment he shifts his grip on Tenn's thigh, making room for him to line his well lubed hand up with Tenn's entrance, pushing a finger in without any further delay.]

[ Even if he wanted this more than anything, even if he was all but begging for it -- This is still his second time doing anything, and his body is unused to it. So, when Gaku's finger hastily penetrates him he gives a jolt - breath hitching into Gaku's lips. It stings, but -- he wants it, and he doesn't want Gaku to notice anything and stop; so instead he shifts his hips and hungrily grinds himself down onto Gaku's fingers. ]

[as eager as Gaku is to move things along, to feel Tenn squeezing around his cock instead of just his finger, he's spent too much time around him to not pick up on the small changes that give away Tenn's discomfort. he's lucky (or maybe unlucky, depending on how you look at it) that Gaku's a genuinely nice guy, and slows down his movements without so much as a second thought.

or at least he tries to, but then Tenn's rutting his hips down against his hand with a kind of carelessness that tells of his desperation.]

Hey, don't— if you hurt yourself, I'm not taking responsibility. [it's maybe not as effective as a warning as Gaku intends, when he's still gradually easing Tenn's entrance further open to let a second finger join his first.]

[ Tenn knows that much is bullshit. If he was actually hurt from anything with this, there's no way that Gaku wouldn't panic and apologise and stop until Tenn told him a hundred times that he was fine, now. He's too good for that-- too genuine. ... It's what makes Gaku annoying, but it's also what makes tenn's heart beat faster sometimes when he's around him. ... That part is annoying, too, but he doesn't have the mind to address it right now.

He shifts slightly as he's chided, digging his fingertips into Gaku's back as he sets his chin on the man's shoulder, whining softly. ... It's not clear if the sound comes from the feeling of being stretched further, or if he's simply ... Whining. ]

...

Take responsibility, anyway, for making me like this.

[ because-- it's Gaku's fault, that he's thinking the things he's thinking, feeling the things he's feeling. ]

[he almost stops to ask just which of the videos in his bookmarks Tenn's been watching, because that line's so cliche it can only have come from the particularly insipid kind of AV Gaku is not-so-secretly fond of. if it were anyone else, he almost certainly would, but— the way Tenn says it is too telling. there's no hint of his usual smugness, that tone he takes when he's teasing Gaku like he's the most pathetic guy in the world. in all likelihood, Tenn means what he's saying, and to Gaku, it's so endearing that he won't ever let live it down.]

I'm doing that right now. [he crooks his fingers, both of them, inside of Tenn as he speaks. even that movement is almost excruciatingly slow, every slight shift of his hand still so careful, giving him plenty of time to adjust if Tenn makes a pained reaction.]

[ At times, he hates how well Gaku can read him. What are the use of walls, if there's someone in your life who can slip passed them every time--? Though, at other times- It's preferable that Gaku knows what he can't quite bring himself to do or say. It's comforting. ---It's embarrassing, that he knew that the over-the-top cliche line that he just uttered was his true feelings.

When the fingers inside of him flex, he lets out a soft gasp, rocking his hips and arcing his back to push himself further -- even if he was just scolded about doing something like that. ]

--It's good- It's fine. Let's--

...Hurry up, I'm ready, so-

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