[The buzz and chime of his phone surprises him, but when he pulls it over to look at the screen, his heart soars. So, Wataru wasn't weirded out too much by how awkward everything had seemed? Eichi felt like he was creating it all himself. He longed for him, for brushes of skin, eye contact, everything. Even passing things over the table was like slow torture. So Eichi, who normally was the first to fall asleep, was wide awake, left staring at the ceiling and wondering how to calm himself even now.
But this message makes everything feel exciting again. Ahh, but it's nice, isn't it? That Wataru still wants to message him. That he's doing it so late. Could that mean...?]
Fufu. ♪ You're still awake, Wataru? Did you need me to have anything brought to you?
[After everything they've been through together, Wataru won't let awkwardness between them last forever. He's feeling isolated, when the point of all this was to make them a stronger unit. All he's doing is laying here watching Netflix documentaries and movies constantly. He can do that at home! With his beloved parents!]
I'm still awake~☆ I keep running through our choreography in my mind and trying to think of how to improve it! But is there really a way to improve upon your perfection?
[ That’s— he laughs softly, at his phone, fingers tracing along the edge of it before he replies. ]
You flatter me too much. Isn’t it you who’s perfect in this? I was trying my best to find things to critique, but your moves were lovely enough to be mesmerizing. I enjoyed every bit of it.
[Wataru holds his phone close to hia face, reading the message with a growing smile. Eichi...]
I've hardly been able to see you dance like this! Isn't it interesting, playing such a masculine role? Nothing of the androgyny of angels, but a full and perfect expression of your powerful heart~☆ As for me, I've simply been practicing when you can't see me! Be careful to keep your eyes steady on me or you'll miss something vital~🎵
[Wataru is definitely thinking about Eichi's eyes and losing himself in that thought. He's so... ethereal sometimes. Wataru kicks his feet a bit and curls up on his side.]
If you keep your eyes on me, and only me, you might see something surprising. I'd prefer your eyes stay fixed on me, so no one else will be able to take you away. You're not prone to straying, are you? You could carve out room in your heart just for me, and I'd give you everything you ever dared dream of.
I don’t have time for things that lose my interest... You’re nothing like that, Wataru. I never grow tired of you. If anything, I want to be closer. I want your eyes on me.
[ His face is so hot typing this but it’s much easier with distance like this... He is keeping this message from Wataru forever, also. Never deleting. ]
[Wataru's face heats up, too, and he's grateful for the safety of texting. He can say whatever he wants, like this.]
I'll keep my eyes raptly focused on you, and only you. Every inch of you, every curve of your body and every hair on your head! I've never been so enthralled.
When will you take what you want?
[Wataru buries his face in a pillow and makes a quiet, distressed sound. Why did he say that? Maybe it's not safe after all.]
[ Ah— his heart is racing. He takes longer to reply purely because he’s wondering if it’s all in his head somehow and his reply might be too much, but... ]
I normally take things I want without pause, but you’re something special, aren’t you? Wataru. I can’t reach the stars.
I'm no star, no distant light your hands can't reach! I'm here, the other half of you, aren't I? The darkness to your light, or perhaps the light to your darkness. We live so honestly now, branded in absolutes and grounded in our humanity.
What if I offered myself?
What if my pride meant nothing and I threw myself at your feet?
If I lowered myself from the perceived heavens to reside beside you on earth, would you reach out your hands? Would you claim me, if I was freely offered?
[Eichi is surely too stubborn to entertain such a fantastic notion, but Wataru is curled up now and his breathing is shallow, anticipating the rejection, the reassurance that his own desires are nothing but fantasy.]
Is that really a question? I’d reach out and embrace you. It’s a little embarrassing to say that so earnestly though... You’re not teasing me, are you?
What reason do I have to tease? If Eichi were to embrace me, of course I might never be the same! Like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis, I'd be more Amazing than ever!
I'll hold you close until you decide for yourself whether it's suitably warm, or whether we need to work together to warm things up more.
[Feeling bold, Wataru sends Eichi a follow-up in the form of a selfie. He's laid back on the pillows, shirt collar askew, hair fanned out around his head. He has his free hand over his heart, clutching at the fabric there, and he's making a very soft, plaintive expression.]
[ Needless to say, it takes him a bit longer to calm down from that, as well as to situate himself where he can try to look sexy himself. A few buttons of his silk pajamas undone as if carelessly, hair messed up juuuust slightly, purposefully, and a small, inviting smile with a flattering angle. Snap! He sends that. ]
Is it possible that I’m feeling warmer already? Even if I want to feel warmer still... I wonder if I should wander down that long hallway to you?
[It's all Wataru can do to just stare at that picture and not do something... questionable. His face is pleasantly blushed, and he bites at his lower lip and make a soft sound of protest at the whole affair.
Then he removes his shirt and sets it aside, down to only loose pajama pants as he takes a selfie to show Eichi as much, that he's also getting warmer, that he's so embarrassed by the whole thing but in an attractive way.]
Is this better? Are you so warm now that you'll stay away from me, and leave me to deal with this chill all alone?
[ Saving that picture, thank you... He’s breathing shallowly when he remembers to breathe, and takes another picture, a little more sultry in his expression. ]
I mean it, you know. If I showed up at your door, I wonder what you’d do?
Why, I'd devour you whole. Steal you away from the world the way you stole my heart. I'd beg you to make me yours and never leave me behind again. Show you a magic I've never shown anyone else.
[He's saving both of those sultry Eichi pics and not showing an ounce of shame for it. When he's alone and they're not just teasing each other endlessly, he'll look at those photos and remind himself why he's not good enough to stay by Eichi's side. Why he's weak. But it will feel good until the guilt sets in.]
[ Eichi doesn’t reply to that. He reads it three times, then moves quickly, down the hall, leaving his door shut so no one questions that he’s missing. He slips into Wataru’s room so quickly and out of breath that it might be alarming, but the light from his phone is illuminating his face, still having Wataru’s text open, and as Eichi shuts and locks this door behind him, he looks both eager and vulnerable.
He doesn’t say anything, yet, simply standing shyly in front of the now locked door with his phone clutched close and shining on his face, his shallow breaths a little louder than usual. ]
[Wataru sits up in alarm when the door opens, but once he realizes it's Eichi, he slowly sets his phone aside and nervously fusses with his braid. He did it. He got him in here. What now?]
Eichi...
[He slides over to make room on the too large bed and holds a hand out.]
So was I. Trying to keep myself from you until I “deserve” it...
[ He steps closer, one knee on the bed, and then the other, hands reaching out to take Wataru by the face. He’s straddling him before he knows it, unable to stop. ]
I was a fool. I’ll never deserve you. I don’t care.
[ Leaning in just like that, he kisses him hard, pressing forward with his weight. ]
[All Wataru can do is watch helplessly as Eichi declares that, approaches, climbs onto the bed, and presses him back with the most satisfying kiss of Wataru's life. He doesn't dare try to speak. Eichi found his answer, and even if Wataru disagrees, even if he thinks he's the unworthy one, he'll greedily take this.
He arches up against Eichi, putting his hands over the ones on his cheeks briefly before running them up Eichi's arms and looping them around his neck. Maybe this will never end. Maybe they can kiss forever. Wataru, at least, is kissing Eichi back like he's not sure he'll ever have the privilege again. He makes soft sounds against Eichi's lips, tongue eagerly seeking the blonde's.]
[This is... wonderful. He's never felt so wanted, he's never wanted as much as this. His tongue curls against Wataru and he finds himself loving the taste. His phone has been dropped to the side somewhere on the bed, and after a text conversation leading up to this much tension, there's no worry. He doesn't stop to think what he might taste or smell like, or how his pajamas look so dumb compared to Wataru, shirtless and sexy as he is. He just wants to feel, to chase this feeling without stopping.
His hands slip down, running eagerly over Wataru's chest and then smoothing to his sides, gripping at his hips and gasping against his mouth for air. This is electric, it's fiery, it's every element he can think of and why were they waiting so long, again? He can't remember.
There's no one here but the staff, far from them. The door is locked. They can do whatever they want, and the mark on his chest aches suddenly for that, a throb of longing. In the quickest breath for air, he speaks softly.]
[Wataru can't tell Eichi how much he wants and needs him with words, so he'll do it with something even less subtle. He'll do it with the ravenous way he kisses him, desperate for more, softly humming his satisfaction between them. He'll do it with the way his hands start to roam, finding those buttons on his pajamas and working them open one by one. Maybe Eichi knows where he wants to touch Wataru, maybe he's acting on instinct, but Wataru wants everything so badly that he finds himself nearly paralyzed by indecision.
Then Eichi grips his hips, and Wataru makes a most undignified sound, half gasp, half eager groan, all something he's never tapped into before with another person. They're alone, he knows they are, and it's even better. This whole house will be the only witness to their affections.]
More.
[He rasps the word out, even as he nods to acknowledge Eichi's request. Even as he eagerly presses his hips up, hoping he'll find contact, hoping he can take, too. If this wasn't what Eichi had in mind, if it's too far, then Wataru is the fool he's always purported to be, and he'll take his due punishment from the cosmos.]
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But this message makes everything feel exciting again. Ahh, but it's nice, isn't it? That Wataru still wants to message him. That he's doing it so late. Could that mean...?]
Fufu. ♪ You're still awake, Wataru? Did you need me to have anything brought to you?
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I'm still awake~☆ I keep running through our choreography in my mind and trying to think of how to improve it! But is there really a way to improve upon your perfection?
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You flatter me too much. Isn’t it you who’s perfect in this? I was trying my best to find things to critique, but your moves were lovely enough to be mesmerizing. I enjoyed every bit of it.
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I've hardly been able to see you dance like this! Isn't it interesting, playing such a masculine role? Nothing of the androgyny of angels, but a full and perfect expression of your powerful heart~☆ As for me, I've simply been practicing when you can't see me! Be careful to keep your eyes steady on me or you'll miss something vital~🎵
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I’d hate for that to happen... I should work to keep my eyes on you more, then~? Even when I so rarely look away.
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If you keep your eyes on me, and only me, you might see something surprising. I'd prefer your eyes stay fixed on me, so no one else will be able to take you away. You're not prone to straying, are you? You could carve out room in your heart just for me, and I'd give you everything you ever dared dream of.
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[ His face is so hot typing this but it’s much easier with distance like this... He is keeping this message from Wataru forever, also. Never deleting. ]
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I'll keep my eyes raptly focused on you, and only you. Every inch of you, every curve of your body and every hair on your head! I've never been so enthralled.
When will you take what you want?
[Wataru buries his face in a pillow and makes a quiet, distressed sound. Why did he say that? Maybe it's not safe after all.]
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I normally take things I want without pause, but you’re something special, aren’t you? Wataru. I can’t reach the stars.
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I'm no star, no distant light your hands can't reach! I'm here, the other half of you, aren't I? The darkness to your light, or perhaps the light to your darkness. We live so honestly now, branded in absolutes and grounded in our humanity.
What if I offered myself?
What if my pride meant nothing and I threw myself at your feet?
If I lowered myself from the perceived heavens to reside beside you on earth, would you reach out your hands? Would you claim me, if I was freely offered?
[Eichi is surely too stubborn to entertain such a fantastic notion, but Wataru is curled up now and his breathing is shallow, anticipating the rejection, the reassurance that his own desires are nothing but fantasy.]
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Is that really a question? I’d reach out and embrace you. It’s a little embarrassing to say that so earnestly though... You’re not teasing me, are you?
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[Feeling bold, Wataru sends Eichi a follow-up in the form of a selfie. He's laid back on the pillows, shirt collar askew, hair fanned out around his head. He has his free hand over his heart, clutching at the fabric there, and he's making a very soft, plaintive expression.]
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Is it possible that I’m feeling warmer already? Even if I want to feel warmer still... I wonder if I should wander down that long hallway to you?
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Then he removes his shirt and sets it aside, down to only loose pajama pants as he takes a selfie to show Eichi as much, that he's also getting warmer, that he's so embarrassed by the whole thing but in an attractive way.]
Is this better? Are you so warm now that you'll stay away from me, and leave me to deal with this chill all alone?
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I mean it, you know. If I showed up at your door, I wonder what you’d do?
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[He's saving both of those sultry Eichi pics and not showing an ounce of shame for it. When he's alone and they're not just teasing each other endlessly, he'll look at those photos and remind himself why he's not good enough to stay by Eichi's side. Why he's weak. But it will feel good until the guilt sets in.]
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He doesn’t say anything, yet, simply standing shyly in front of the now locked door with his phone clutched close and shining on his face, his shallow breaths a little louder than usual. ]
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Eichi...
[He slides over to make room on the too large bed and holds a hand out.]
I was lonely...
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[ He steps closer, one knee on the bed, and then the other, hands reaching out to take Wataru by the face. He’s straddling him before he knows it, unable to stop. ]
I was a fool. I’ll never deserve you. I don’t care.
[ Leaning in just like that, he kisses him hard, pressing forward with his weight. ]
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He arches up against Eichi, putting his hands over the ones on his cheeks briefly before running them up Eichi's arms and looping them around his neck. Maybe this will never end. Maybe they can kiss forever. Wataru, at least, is kissing Eichi back like he's not sure he'll ever have the privilege again. He makes soft sounds against Eichi's lips, tongue eagerly seeking the blonde's.]
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His hands slip down, running eagerly over Wataru's chest and then smoothing to his sides, gripping at his hips and gasping against his mouth for air. This is electric, it's fiery, it's every element he can think of and why were they waiting so long, again? He can't remember.
There's no one here but the staff, far from them. The door is locked. They can do whatever they want, and the mark on his chest aches suddenly for that, a throb of longing. In the quickest breath for air, he speaks softly.]
Stop me... if you find me taking too much.
[He wants to make sure Wataru wants this.]
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Then Eichi grips his hips, and Wataru makes a most undignified sound, half gasp, half eager groan, all something he's never tapped into before with another person. They're alone, he knows they are, and it's even better. This whole house will be the only witness to their affections.]
More.
[He rasps the word out, even as he nods to acknowledge Eichi's request. Even as he eagerly presses his hips up, hoping he'll find contact, hoping he can take, too. If this wasn't what Eichi had in mind, if it's too far, then Wataru is the fool he's always purported to be, and he'll take his due punishment from the cosmos.]
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