teaism | keichi time

[ keito's not the kind of person to be idle - he's the kind of person that always needs to be doing something, it's just that the workaholic in him just makes it all about work rather than anything else.

...... besides, eichi's apartment is usually nice and quiet enough to work in. he'd never get this kind of peace in the Down. ]

Some of us have jobs, Eichi.

[ it's a lot less irritated than usual, but he definitely does make a noise when the silk cloth goes over his eyes and manages to knock his glasses askew before they kindness of clatter to the floor. oops. ]

Eichi!

[ he's trying to turn back to sort of glare at eichi at interrupting his work, but that's kind of a moot point when he can't see that well - light doesn't filter well through silk, after all. he does, thankfully, put his phone down and actually stop working, so success number one for eichi, I guess? ]

How incorrigible. I don't need to be watched any more than you do.

[People who don't wear glasses never remember to be careful with the glasses. Rip.

Eichi holds the silk in place, but it's a loose sort of thing, so when Keito turns, he lets it drop away. It's still in his hand, though, which he pulls back and wraps the silk around, humming thoughtfully.]

I don't recall needing to be watched, though? [He leans slightly over the back of the couch.]

You know, Keito, it was pretty cold of you... You let me help you out, that first time, and haven't returned the favor at all. Why is that?

[ be nice to the glasses, he doesn't have his collection here to replace them with anything, rip in pieces. ]

[ but anyway. keito's squinting at eichi because poor eyesight but also because really? eichi? are you seriously asking him this question? cue unimpressed look. ]

You fell off a building, got yourself injured and I had to find out from a third party. Do you want to reconsider whether you need to be watched or not?

[ ...... and honestly he'll only get away with lecturing a dominant because it's eichi. and uh.

yeah keito is kind of mentally keysmashing right now because um.

hm.

oh my god this is stupid please don't make him say it out loud-- ] ....... I didn't think I was supposed to, at that time.

[ this is EMBARRASSING. looking away so he can pick up his glasses and not look at eichi's possibly very smug face right now, thank you. ]

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...So you'd only think of it if you were required to?

[He purposefully avoids saying anything to that first comment. He doesn't want to talk about falling off a building. He wants to talk about... Keito giving him attention. He flicks the silk cloth at Keito's cheek, but keeps a hold on it as he steps away, around the couch.]

I suppose that makes sense. We're childhood friends... it must be difficult to consider me as anything but your troublesome problem. [He's not even trying to guilt trip, he's just talking negatively.]

But who else is going to help you, like this? You'll get in trouble if you don't reach a certain quota. Don't you want to try a few more things?

[ he's not even lecturing you on the falling off a building fiasco, okay? that's character development, kind of? ...... sort of.

but anyway that flick of silk causes a little bit of annoyance to flicker over his features, and it's actually kind of instinctive that he rubs the back of his hand over where the silk strikes his cheek, and while eichi's stepping around the couch, he's picking up his glasses and cleaning them before putting them back on.

he's a bit too meticulous, sometimes. ]

I thought we established that you're not just a childhood friend to me - I wouldn't care this much if you were a problem.

[ why can't you see that, eichi.

also. ah, he. has been trying not to think about the quota, but it's not like keito's the type of person to just agree to having sexual with any other person. he's not. he's not like that, and he knows it. ]

... I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. [ it's. hm. worrying. his avoidance of the subject should tell eichi everything. ] Haven't you met your own... quota?

[ HE DOESNT WANT TO KNOW. or maybe he does. conflicted feelings abound. ]

Hmm... I'm not going to tell you that.

[Eichi decides on that firmly, having a seat next to Keito on the couch.] If I say "no," then you'll take that as an excuse to do things with me purely to help me. If I say "yes," then you'll attempt to avoid doing anything yourself. Both are horrible, you know?

Is it really so bad? We're forced into this situation, so you shouldn't continue to be so stubborn. Rather than that, shouldn't you relax and allow yourself to have a little fun?

[He runs his fingers over the silk he's holding.]

Rather than be left behind, I'd like to see that side of Keito, too.

[ as much as keito doesn't like it, eichi does have a point. it's not something that he agrees with - but at the very least he can recognise that eichi is right.

even if he doesn't like it. ]

I don't like being forced into things, you should know this. [ he's used to having some measure of control over his own decisions, over his own circumstances, and these particular ones.....

he's trying to make do. and perhaps the knowledge that eichi is dealing with this so much better, so much easier - how incorrigible. ] ... This isn't what I'd term fun, even if it is to you.

[ he's still a traditionalist. but even so, his gaze is drawn to the way eichi's fingers are running over the length of the silk. he can't help it, it's distracting. ]

That's not true, is it? That it's not fun to you.

[He can tell that Keito is distracted, and so his fingers play a little more elaborately. The drop in tone of his voice is subtle, but his eyes are glinting like he's up to something. As always.]

I heard enjoyment in your voice, and felt it in your body. It wasn't simply an automatic response. You clutched back, and you invited more. Fufu... it does feel strange, to speak so openly about something that should be taboo, but...

[He pulls that silk taut, suddenly, lips quirking up further.]

If you're unhappy about the situation being out of your control, then isn't the correct answer to reach out and grab it for yourself? That may be too much for you, so... you can leave it to me.

[ he's not distracted enough to not notice the glint in eichi's eyes, because-- ] You're scheming something again.

[ he's not even annoyed, it's pretty much a matter of fact way, actually. although....

eichi sure doesn't pull any punches, and perhaps keito's either gotten a little too complacent, or he's still not as comfortable with the subject as he would like because he's turning a little bit more red right now, mouth falling open in surprise because uh. he's heard eichi being eloquent but not in this way and it's surprising--

but at the very least he manages to regain enough composure to sputter out some kind of response: ]

It's different, that was because it was y-- [ and it's cut off there before keito can say something to jeopardise their relationship, something that he's fought to keep with eichi even with the incorrigible rules surrounding this place

(but eichi can probably guess, he's perceptive like that)

so keito tries to pivot away from that conversation as best as he can. ]

This mark won't let me, Eichi, even if I wanted to.

That's not true at all.

[There's always a small smile on Eichi's face, but it's amazing how different it can be in the smallest of ways, just from those eyes of his. Is Keito uncomfortable, he wonders? That cut off word... He can guess, maybe, but he's not sure it's what Keito should be thinking.

To think that about a dream eater, when there are so many other good people around here... He'll have to help him open up. He'll have to make sure that he can, that he does. Even if he wants to reach out and hold him close, to himself, and never let go...

He breathes out that thought in a small puff of air, forgetting about the silk cloth for a moment. Instead, he leans closer still. One hand rests on Keito's leg, the other bringing fingertips to his jaw.]

That mark is only a title. Like "Emperor"... It may exist on the surface, but it can be wiped away so easily. Behind the curtains, can't you see the truth? You could do whatever you'd like.

[With me, he doesn't say, and instead, his lips press eagerly into Keito's. He's afraid of rejection, of Keito denying this even where they are. But his emotions flood into the motion, his tongue brushing along Keito's bottom lip, begging him to open up, and it's not like he's toying with him. After all, it's a genuine desire. To bring him happiness, pleasure— and to slowly unwind what it is that he really wants, day after day.]

[ perhaps it's because of the situation that he's found himself in, right now, but when eichi touches him, fingertips pressed lightly to the line of his jaw, one hand on his leg, it feels like it burns, searing heat presses into his skin and startling enough to make him start for a moment. ]

... You make it sound so easy.

[ and anything that keito is about to say gets promptly tossed out of the window because eichi is kissing him again, the second time in this short period of time, and keito would be lying to himself if he said that he didn't like it.

he's always been the realist to eichi's idealism, and eichi's never been a dream eater. not when it comes to keito's dreams, at least - he still stands by what he said, that eichi is more interesting, more vibrant, more alive than any manga protagonist can ever be, more than something that keito can capture on paper and pencil in lines and shades.

and eichi has a point. keito doesn't let himself go because he doesn't trust easily, and the mark branded into his skin doesn't help him outside.

at least here, with eichi--

it's the emotions that he can feel when eichi brushes his tongue against keito's lower lip that causes him to give in, to finally yield, because eichi can be selfish but keito can be selfish as well (and at least he trusts eichi more than some of the other people he's met in this place), returning eichi's kiss and letting himi in.

he's getting there. they'll deal with everything else later, because right now, this is more important. ]

[His heart blooms in his chest at the response, and that heat floods through his body. He kisses, and it's a little more practiced than the last time, with a few extra tricks. But the emotion is there, and he's clutching at Keito's leg, gasping for air by the time he's done.

His chest heaves a bit, but the flush on his face looks pleasant, rather than urgent.]

Come with me.

[They're on the couch, and he doesn't feel like doing it here. So, he slips off, grabbing the silk, and another grabbing for Keito's hand to pull him hurriedly along to the bedroom.]

[ I'm not saying that keito can tell that the way eichi kisses him is a lot more practiced than the last time they kissed, but when it's that glaringly obvious, well.

so when they finally break apart, and after eichi has had time to catch his breath (at least he didn't outright collapse like the last time), keito fixes eichi a slightly suspicious look, squinting from behind his glasses. ]

You've been practicing.

[ it's kind of flat, because that's how keito's voice can get when he's trying to deadpan, but when eichi grabs for his hand, he doesn't pull back or reject him, allowing for eichi to drag him off the couch, and off to the bedroom. it's times like these where keito is reminded that despite eichi's sickly constitution, he's actually pretty strong, with how effortless eichi makes it look.

(thank goodness it's not the tenshouin mansion, this is a much shorter trip. ]

Wording it like that, doesn’t it sound presumptuous? “Practicing,” as if it’s just for you~.

[ He chuckles, though, not denying it— which is suspicious enough on its own. Who knows what Eichi has been getting up to, and for what reasons, but he tugs Keito all the way into his bedroom and turns right at the edge of the bed, moving to kiss him just as deeply as he swaps their positions.

Gentle nudges become impatient pushes to get Keito on his back on the bed. ]

It sounded more elegant than saying that you were sleeping around.

[ it's fired back almost immediately, because his strangely suspicious lack of denial? keito isn't buying it, nope.

but anyway. it's not like he wants to know what eichi has been up to, finding out about the falling off a building fiasco had been terrible enough, but it still doesn't stop keito from... wanting to know.

ugh. this is incorrigible.

also, eichi is. really impatient. it's not like keito hasn't seen him being impatient before, but usually keito is the one corralling him instead of being the person responsible for it.

he does get the hint though, kissing eichi in return even as his back hits the bed, with eichi on top of him. ]

[ Rude... so rude, in fact, that as Eichi crawls up to straddle Keito, he’s still bothered by it. ]

Would it be better if I told you it’s been only with one person?

[ That’s his petty response, too sweetly spoken. His weight settles over Keito’s waist, and he reaches down to pluck his glasses right off. ]

Even if you can’t see a thing as it is, it might be more exciting to limit it further. I want to try it on you, so I’m going ahead. [ Not even asking, just explaining. ]

[ and eichi is one of the few people that keito is the least rude to. I can't wait for keito to mouth off to the wrong dominant in game tbh. ]

Second place. Such an honour.

[ it's said dryly, because he's just as petty as eichi is and this is going to be a disaster, although it's followed by an indignant noise when eichi plucks his glasses off his face and the world is more blurry than it usually is. ]

Going ahead with what?

[ that's also!!! not much of an explanation? how incorrigible, what the heck, eichi! ]

Fufu... Don't sound so bothered, just like a child. I'm here, aren't I? This is the second time I've had to put all of my energy into inviting this, since you seem to be so shy.

[Putting the glasses on himself for a quick, fun moment, he smiles down at Keito and smooths out his silk cloth, then rests it gently over his eyes.]

Hmm... like this, see? If I remove this sense, then the rest are enhanced. ♪ Or so I hear. I'm going easy on you, since this is a rather simple thing. Would you lift your head up so I can tie it properly?

I'm not shy.

[ that's the complete antithesis of an idol, eichi. :/ also, he's not commenting on the childishness part. pot, kettle, black, anyone??

but anyway, there's a scowl on his features when eichi puts his glasses on his face, but to his credit, he doesn't struggle or make it extremely difficult for eichi to slip the blindfold over his eyes, even complying with lifting his head. ]

How do you know all this......

[ call it morbid curiosity. ]

My first place showed it to me.

[A reference to Keito's childish comment, but after he's tied the knot on the blindfold, he chuckles right by his ear.]

Juu~uust kidding. ☆ I've been looking into things on my own, and also considering what sort of work I might be able to earn the most with, so I came across it. [Is that better or worse.

Whatever it is, now, his hand draws back and runs down Keito's chest, and his other joins it to unbutton his shirt.]

Another time, I may want to have your hands held back as well, but I want to feel Keito reaching for me this time, okay? ♪

[ wow, eichi tenshouin, the epitome of maturity. too bad that keito's unimpressed look has kind of lost half its impact due to his eyes being covered.

that aside, it's actually... kind of strange, when he feels the blindfold settle a little tighter over his eyes after eichi's tied the knot.

... he's definitely not used to this. ]

Do I want to know what kind of work you're considering?

[ it'll... probably pay better than his, at any rate, but again, he's not sure if he Wants To Know.

also, because keito also cannot keep his mouth shut, and possibly also because it's his way of reacting to the feeling of eichi's hands unbuttoning his shirt - there's a short bark of nervous laughter, and: ] I sincerely apologise if I can't see where I'm putting my hands and happen to accidentally hit you in the face.

[ not that this is going to happen, but it's a Concern. ]

[Eichi lets out a quiet laugh at that, interrupting his unbuttoning to draw a hand down Keito's arm. He trails the whole way, and then takes his hand, guiding it to his own chest. Selfishly, he wants to feel Keito's hands on him, so it's fine to do this, isn't it?]

If that's the case, then I'll guide you, just like this.

[No comment on his work. And he lets his hand drop to wherever he wants to keep it again, unbuttoning Keito's top the rest of the way and pushing it aside.]

You can pull this off, now.

[ keito would be a little bit more pushy about knowing what kind of work eichi is doing (and whether it will kill him from physical exertion, basically), if they weren't in the middle of foreplay right now. so you know what? it's fine. he'll just pressure eichi about it later on if/when he remembers about it.

but for now, the weight of eichi's hand trailing down his arm and then slipping into his own hand is familiar, if also a little bit strange since he can't actually see where his hands are going and has to rely on eichi to guide him, and even the way he places his hand on eichi's chest is a little bit more cautious than usual, and a little bit more tentative, the drag of his fingers along the fabric slow and unsure.

he also feels his own shirt being pushed off his shoulders, and okay, it does feel more awkward when he can't see what he's doing and has to take a moment (or two) to fumble with his clothes before pulling his shirt off.

........ not that he would like to admit that eichi is right, but his other senses do feel a little bit sharper, more because he's trying to rely on them more without his sight, and perhaps it's half instinct but keito ends up reaching for eichi, trying to find some sort of physical contact to ground himself. ]

...I haven't gagged you, but you've fallen completely silent. Are you wondering what might happen next? If you have something you really want, I'll listen, you know?

[He's trying to invite it out of Keito, even if he's thinking he might have to try again and again and again for him to get anywhere. For now, he beams at that reaching, leaning into it easy, letting Keito catch and feel him as he's shrugging off his own jacket and shirt.

His free palm presses flat and cold to Keito's chest, splaying his icy fingers there.]

I'm a little indecisive, after all.

[ after all this time, they know each other well enough that it's really no surprise that eichi can read keito like an open book - he's absolutely right that keito is wondering what will happen next, because he can guess but eichi can be cryptic when he wants to be, and not being able to see leaves him helpless in a way that he can't look for and analyse visual cues.

it's also because he hasn't realised that he's fallen completely silent in concentration although uh.

hi, he's blushing again. how can eichi talk about these things so candidly.... anyway there's an annoyed huff even after keito's fingers entwine with eichi's, and there's a sharp intake of breath at the press of his palm to his bare chest, and it's colder than he anticipated - there's a rush of goosebumps for a split second there, before keito exhales, trying to use eichi's voice to pinpoint where he is. ]

You've rarely been so indecisive that it sounds like a blatant lie, Eichi. Don't you already have something planned?

[ maaaaaaybe it's slightly accusatory.

... nothing about what he wants yet, though, because he still doesn't quite know and can't articulate what he wants for now. ]

Contrary to what you might think, I'm not always scheming something, you know.

[What is with everyone thinking that? Gosh? He's an innocent angel? But he smiles down at this view, and it alone is enough to admire. Like this, with Keito's vision taken away, he can look as fond as he wants, for as long as he wants, without any questioning. How nice.]

That being said, since you're being rather shy, I can come up with things on the spot. Wait here a moment, won't you?

[This is part of the fun. His touch slips away from Keito all at once, and the blindfolded boy is left alone on the bed, shirtless. Eichi's weight drops off of the bed, and his footsteps are so light, it's almost impossible to tell what he's doing.

There's the sound of the door shutting... but there are still drawers opening and shutting in the room itself, so Eichi must still be here.]

[ mmmmmmm citation needed. his scheming isn't as bad as like. madara mikejima's, but it would be strange not to operate on the basis that eichi isn't planning something. innocent? ha. he's calling you out with a disapproving noise, ok, even if there's no lecture forthcoming. ]

I'm not being shy! [ this bears repeating because, wow, rude??????

when eichi's weight slips off him, and consequently off the bed, keito pulls himself into a seated position, crossing his legs underneath him and his fingers idly pulling at the sheets. they're soft and almost luxurious, quite unlike what he has in the Down, and it serves as a good form of distraction from wanting to pull off the blindfold so that he can actually see what eichi is planning, with all the sounds of drawers opening and closing. was there even a cabinet in the room? he hadn't been paying attention earlier, clearly.

... still, it's keito's insatiable curiosity that leads him to ask: ] What are you doing?

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That's a secret.

[He hums a little, glancing over his shoulder at the question. Seeing Keito sitting up like that, it really is a nice view... But he's curious.]

You should lie back down.

[If he can command him around like that, that is. He'll work with it either way, so the noises continue as Eichi grabs a couple of things and steps back over to the side of the bed.]

[ hmmmmmmm. another frown, and then a pause where he tries to look at the direction wherever eichi is.

he's probably off by a bit but it's the whole principle of the thing. ]

That doesn't sound like a request.

[ I'm sorry he's like this, but it's slightly deadpan. there's another pause before keito sort of slowly moves himself back on the bed - he's just making sure that he doesn't fall, okay, that would be embarrassing - before he kind of. lies down, his body language still quite tentative.

it's. a half compromise? he's tense, still not quite sure what eichi has in store or what he's been up to without keito's oversight, but he can at least trust that eichi won't actually hurt him, questionable motives aside. ]

I wonder why~?

[It wasn't a request, silly Keito. But he still listened, and in reward, Eichi leans closer over the side of the bed and kisses his cheek. A cold hand of his rests over Keito's stomach, after he sets something not too heavy on the bed, and he smooths it over his side, then down to his hips.]

I'm getting rather cold already, so could you take these all off so I can rejoin you?

[The tug he gives is at Keito's pants and undergarments a lot. He wants to watch him remove them. From his words, it sounds like Eichi has stripped down to nothing, as well.]

[ he figured, which is why he listened eventually, but hey, he didn't say he wasn't going to say anything about it?

but anyway, even though he knows that eichi's joined him on the bed again, feeling eichi's hand pressed against his stomach and dragging across the flat of it down to his hips, just above the waistband of his pants, is very different from just knowing about itv and it's enough of a difference to make a surprised noise. ]

If you're going to use a line about sharing body heat with you, I'm leaving.

[ ...... that's not actually a real threat, but it's with another (longsuffering) sigh that he tries to locate where eichi was tugging on his pants - who knew how hard it would actually be without the se of sight to guide what he's doing?

it's going to take him a while to strip down completely, unless eichi wants to give him a hand? he's not going to give eichi a show or anything like that, unfortunately. that's asking a little too much. ]

[Oh, he doesn't want anything like a show. He wants Keito, pure and stubborn and so himself, to undress exactly as he normally would. Eichi watches him with great interest and fondness for a moment before he leans over, his own slender fingers helping him tug them the rest of the way off.]

Say, Keito...

[Leaning closer, there's something less playful about his tone, right now. He's close, somewhere near Keito's ear, close enough that his hair brushes at Keito's cheek, but there's no skin contact as he tosses the pants to the side.]

How far can I really go, like this? If you stop me while I'm already excited... I'm not sure I'd know what to do.

[It's almost like it's a joke, or still teasing, but he's being very honest. He wants to know how far he can go, in any direction, in any way. Is it really okay? Or is Keito just humoring him, like always?]

[ it's pretty obvious - he can feel the shift in the air when eichi suddenly intrudes into his personal space, and it's automatic, the way keito shifts a little bit so that eichi is still close, but not uncomfortably so. this close, he can feel the strands of eichi's hair brush against the his cheek, and every inhale brings with it a trace of eichi's scent - the smell of tea and something undeniably eichi, and keito's fingers curl into the sheets, tightening their grip a little.

eichi's so close. but keito takes another breath, audibly, something to compose himself when he can hear his own heartbeat quickening-- ]

... Eichi. [ and since eichi is that close by, he doesn't have to raise his voice, but it's clear. ] You wouldn't hurt me, right?

[ and this is probably the first time eichi will probably ever hear keito sound vulnerable, or anything remotely like that, because keito's always held himself proudly, but even right now he has to admit that he's stumbling blind (both literally and figuratively) and--

--he trusts eichi, he does, but this is asking him to put himself in eichi's hands, and there's a part of him that wants to, as irrational as it is.

so yeah, maybe he needs that reassurance. just enough to assuage him. ]

[It's like an arrow through the heart. Keito's always been good at archery, but this is particularly personal, and Eichi's hand falters above where he'd been waiting to touch Keito's cheek again, not yet dropping to skin. Keito might be able to catch the way that Eichi's breath falters, as close as he is, but that's it. There's silence, for a few seconds, and then Eichi brings those fingers down to his face, as tender and gentle as ever.]

I won't hurt you. If possible, I'd like to be able to give you something you've never felt before... but I'm worried that doing it simply would make me a little too late.

[Second place, he doesn't say, eyes trailing over Keito's vulnerable form. His fingertips move to the side, brushing some hair from his face.]

I won't hurt you.

[He repeats it again, and before he lets emotion get to his voice or his face too much, he leans in to cover Keito's lips with his own. A warm, emotional kiss, slowly deepening. He's done a lot, so maybe Keito can't trust him anymore. Is that where they're at, despite everything else? If that's the case, he has to desperately try to fix it, right?

Even if he doesn't think there's any going back. His body settles closer to Keito from the side, his cool skin brushing against Keito's in small spots, and he tosses Keito's pants to the side. First, he wants to finish this kiss.]

[ perhaps it's better, then, that he can't see eichi's face, can't see the way eichi's hand stalls above his cheek. and for a moment, when eichi's breath falters, he wonders if he's said something wrong - whether he was too blunt, too straightforward, and those few seconds feel much longer than they should be.

what he feels next is the gentle press of eichi's fingers on his cheek, just underneath the line of the blindfold, and the way eichi brushes the hair from his face. it's an intimate gesture that he's not entirely expecting, but it doesn't stop keito from leaning into it, and--

that's all he was looking for, honestly. but then eichi catches him off guard again by kissing him once more, his lips pressed to keito's and that actually tells keito all that he needs to know, with how warm it is. this isn't the first time they've kissed, but already keito can tell that it's different. it certainly feels that way.

when eichi moves in closer, it's when keito tentatively moves as well, using the small points of contact between them to figure out how best to touch eichi, fingertips gliding tentatively along the skin of eichi's shoulder and down his arm, careful enough to try and touch him in the right places. he's trying - this is still new to him, after all.

it's only when he needs air that he's willing to break the kiss, using the hold he has on eichi's bars shoulder to gently dig his fingertips into his skin and break them apart for the moment.

there's another pause, for a few seconds, but he already knows his answer. ]

I believe you. [ it lacks the rude edge that seems to coat keito's words more often than not. ] I trust you.

[ and that's keito's way of saying that eichi can go as far as he wants, with what he's planned, and it takes another few seconds for keito to cover eichi's hand with his. ]

I thought I was supposed to be the worrywart, Eichi.

You are the worrywart, Keito.

[That's Eichi's defense. His face is a little flushed, from Keito trying to start touching him, from those words, from the hand over his own. He shifts that hand to intertwine their fingers, squeezing as his weight settles over Keito more. One knee on one side, the other on the opposite.

His free hand runs down Keito's chest, taking in every muscle, memorizing it, mapping it. If Keito is going to be blindfolded for this, then he wants him to feel it slowly like this, to be so drawn in that he can't take it.

He ducks down, and there, Keito can feel that Eichi is already beginning to become aroused. His length presses semi-hard against Keito's stomach and hip as his lips kiss from his jaw, to his neck, nipping, sucking. Keito might remember that Eichi had marked him there that last time— seems like he wants to again. Between hot breaths over that damp skin, he speaks.]

Today... I want to spoil myself, a little, as well. I want to feel you pressing into every inch of me until I can't go on. ♪ Sitting on top of you like this, it means that we'll go completely at my pace, so it might even drive you a bit mad. I hope so...

[ hey, at least eichi's defense this time around doesn't involve kicking him under the table. or off the bed? both aren't situations that he's exactly keen on at the moment.

and it's a pity that he's unaware of the flush on eichi's skin, human and beautiful, but what he is aware of is the way eichi entwines their fingers once again, the press of his weight settling on top of him carefully - it's difficult not to just go with the flow and just arch a little bit upwards, further up into eichi's touch, fingertips slowly warming up as he drags a line down keito's chest.

he could get used to the kissing, actually, even if there's a moment of deja vu when eichi kisses his way down the line of his jaw and back down to where his neck meets his shoulder. the faint outlines of the mostly-healed marks from the last time are still there, so when eichi nips and sucks just above the old marks, it causes keito to jolt slightly with a gasp, the feeling electric of his skin.

it's a little bit different, though, skin on skin and without a layer of clothing between them, and eichi's arousal pressed up against his own, against his hip, and while he doesn't say anything in response, he absolutely does push his hips against eichi's, letting out a low groan while his hands try to find the jut of eichi's hips. kind of hard with the blindfold, but he'll manage. ]

[Hmm... this is nice. Like this, Keito doesn't have any retort to try and stay on top. He's just lying beneath him, letting it all happen, and eagerly so. Eichi reaches back to help those hands, taking them and resting them against skin, sliding them to his hips before he abandons them to their own devices. His hip bones are pronounced and easy to identify, especially as he grants Keito that friction with his own rocking of his hips.

He kisses harder, teeth grazing over Keito's vulnerable skin. His hand reaches off to the side, to grab something he'd dropped on the bed— lube, not that Keito would know. There's just the sound of the lid popping as he works at that with one hand.]

[ at the very least, keito appreciates that guidance, especially when he presses his thumbs into the dip of eichi's hip bones, and since he can't see, he's careful and meticulous about the way that he touches eichi, like he's mapping out the space between, the pathway up along eichi's side - skin and lean muscle and tracing the contour of his ribs where he can.

there's another noise that keito makes when eichi's teeth graze over his shoulder - while they're definitely not sharp enough to break skin, it's definitely enough to leave behind a slight sting, and his nails dig into eichi's skin where his hands have rested, a little reflexive action to go along with the tactile sensations.

he hears the sound of the lid pop, but he doesn't think too much of it for now. that can come later. ]

You're behaving surprisingly well.

[It's a soft little tease against his shoulder, now that he's temporarily satisfied with those kisses. He's moving both hands away from Keito now, so there's only the weight of him over Keito's waist, and the sound of him messing with something (the lube).]

I was thinking of all the ways I could say "Now I'm going to punish you ♪" and the like, but you're completely silent and willing. You know, I'd like to hear your voice a little more...

[As he says that, a slicked up hand reaches back to wrap around Keito's length, stroking from base to tip, smearing it over him. He takes this chance to feel every bit of it. It's much more clear like this, without any cloth in the way. He was able to get a good look at it earlier, too. He strokes a few times, thumbing over his slit, eyes watching Keito's face for hopes of more noise, or a reaction.]

[ for someone who talks a lot, keito is remarkably quiet - living with religious parents and then the lack of privacy that comes with having roommates will do that to you - but as it is, he's at the very least relaxed enough to let out a soft chuckle at eichi's comment, eichi's breath close against slightly reddened skin. there's going to be more marks later. ]

"Surprisingly"? I think you're the only one who's not averse to punishment, Eichi.

[ not everyone is a masochist like you, ok. mild judgment here. and perhaps it's the arousal, but keito's voice is a little lower, a little rougher.

and if eichi was watching him for a reaction, he's definitely getting one. eichi can't see it, but keito's eyes widen a little underneath the blindfold and he jerks, mostly in surprise than anything else - the lube is cool against his half-hard cock, eichi's fingers closing around him and stroking and keito curses under his breath, because feeling eichi's hands on his bare skin was electrifying enough but this is a whole new level of stimulation, nothing like back in that room, and his hips push forward into eichi's hand while his own fingers press into the skin of eichi's hips, digging in hard enough to leave small crescent shaped imprints from his nails. ]

[ Eichi may not weigh a ton, but he settles his weight down enough to keep Keito from being able to jerk too much up into the touch. It’s enough of a block to be teasing, to force the pace, and Eichi smiles with his own amusement. ]

I don’t think that’s true, Keito. I think you enjoy many of the things you’d call a punishment.

[ He strokes still, faster, though the angle makes it awkward, and so he moves, puts his weight on his knees and shifts down along him so Keito’s dick is right in front of him and he can watch as he strokes. He’s fascinated by it. He loves the shameless staring, especially while Keito can’t see, and so he pays him extra attention in how he strokes, finds the right pressure, touches every bit of him.

Ah, he’s aching to be touched, himself, but he doesn’t expect Keito to navigate any more than that grip on his hips that’s slipped away from his repositioning. He’ll just have to be patient himself to get the reward at the end. ]

You’re still giving me some cute reactions after all... Ahh, it makes me want to rush everything. [ He presses his thumb down over the tip. ] This is more difficult than I thought.

keichi time

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