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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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[ 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-