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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 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-