[ 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.]
[That word is so powerful that it gives Eichi the chills, and then their bodies are touching in new ways. Hands undoing his top, hips grinding against his, and he rocks down to meet them with a gasp, hair falling more into his face as he angles his forehead against Wataru's to catch his breath.
He doesn't stop, though. Wataru is so, so beautiful, and he wants to appreciate every bit. Hands shove back up over bare skin, Wataru's abs, and then his chest, that familiar mark...]
I've been waiting for this.
[This time he's the one who rocks his hips down, shrugging his shirt from his shoulders once it's unbuttoned, but not wanting to pull his arms back long enough to rid himself of it completely. He's milky white in the faint moonlight from the window, thin and sickly, but toned. Wataru looks so much nicer, he thinks, but he doesn't have to focus on it in this heat of the moment. Thank god. All he does is feel and appreciate.]
Please... let me feel your fingers against my skin. Those nails of yours would only bring me joy. I want to feel, Wataru, without us holding back... Ah, even if I have nothing prepared for this, I want... I want—
[It's hard when you want to talk for five years but you're too thirsty to manage full sentences for long. He ducks down the rest of the way and kisses Wataru again, groaning softly into it as his fingers curl against Wataru's chest.]
[Wataru's skin, just as pale, doesn't glow like Eichi's. He sees the moonbeams fall on Eichi's skin and he's seized with jealousy, with wanting his light on Eichi to be stronger and more gentle and more lovely than some mere heavenly body.
Eichi's hips rock down to meet his, and dignity be damned, Wataru can't help crying out delightedly, feeling warmth radiate up into his torso. Everywhere Eichi touches is graced with electricity. And to know that he's been waiting for this...!
Their lips meet, and Wataru gives in completely, no need for words, no need to communicate with anything but warm, needy movements of hips, the tangle of tongues and the sweetest press of lips.
Another gasp, and his fingers are curved against Eichi's chest, seeking more, seeking his affection, his never ending tolerance. Someday, someday, will he see more than what they have now? Is this a prelude, or a death knell for how things are now? He doesn't care, as he obediently runs his hands beneath Eichi's arms and drags his nails down his eternal lover's back. Breaking the kiss only enough to breathe against Eichi's lips, he says his name like a desperate prayer, soft, gentle, pleading.]
[It's heavenly. The way Wataru's body archs up against his, the drag of fingernails against his delicate skin, the sound of that desperate voice, like an instrument. He exhales heavily upon hearing it, a hand slipping lower, down Wataru's heated skin and over his pajama pants. Ah, this, this...
His mind is racing, and it has his hand shaking gently as he brushes over the cloth at his hip. This is everything he could ever want to take. His idol, the person he's valued for so long, now laid out before him, eager to be taken. But can he? Should he? He feels like he'd be ruining something precious, like this. Taking it away selfishly, all for himself...
And yet his chest aches for it. He can't stop, he's selfish. More selfish than anyone else, enough to overtake anything, even the gods. He wants this, and even through hesitation, he brushes his fingers up along the inside of Wataru's clothed thigh testingly.]
[Eichi's hands on him are so much, so treasured, taking his entire world and turning it inside out. He feels those fingers trail over cloth, and he wants them back on his skin so, so desperately that he practically whines. But what's the worth in that? Eichi can't read his mind.
He still can't imagine being Eichi's idol, his most valued thing, but... Like this, he can believe it. Only Eichi is allowed to profane him, to speak heresies with touch, to drag him down from the heavens he's been held to. To clip his soft, white wings. To catch him on the descent, only to lift him up. Maybe Eichi sees it as selfish, but Wataru sees it as inevitable, and he's eager to be claimed.
Eichi will be the first to touch him like this. To know his secrets, ripping him open and eating him alive. He'd gladly be devoured by this ravenous angel. The hesitation is torture.]
[He can't help the breathy words he lets out, pulling back enough to separate their bodies, but only so he can drag both of his hands down Wataru's legs, dragging the cloth sloppily with them. He wants to tear these pants off, peel them slowly from him, to see what lies beneath. The desperation from Wataru and his own greed both give him confidence, and he ducks down enough to kiss teasingly at Wataru's stomach as he tugs down Wataru's pants and underthings together, nudging at him to encourage his hips to lift. He wants to at least pull them down to his knees, if not completely off.]
You're stunning. I'll touch you, of course... but to hear you ask for it like that brings me such joy, you know?
[He laughs lightly, deliriously happy, lifts his hips to let Eichi pull his pants down even as he flushes delicately from his cheeks to his chest.]
Just this once, let me need you. I can be an idol tomorrow.
[He's too impatient, and he's wiggling as Eichi goes, urging him to get that clothing off, off, off. Then, when the clothing is discarded, he sits up enough to take Eichi's hands in his, pulling one to his chest, to the mark over his heart, and pulling the other to his hip.]
I'm sorry, Eichi, it's... simply that I might disappear if you don't catch me right away.
[His hands being grabbed like that is so surprising that he blinks for a moment, stunned, before his warm smile falls back into place. Wataru is completely nude now, Eichi in only his bottoms, and he laughs softly, barely there.]
You make it sound as though you're serious about that, even if it wouldn't be possible... I won't allow you to disappear, in any case.
[He glides his hand over Wataru's chest, and the one that had been so helpfully placed at Wataru's hip slips lower as Eichi's kisses trail up him.]
If you need me, then it only makes me happy. Wataru...
[He trails off in hot breath against Wataru's neck, his own body settling slightly to one side on top of him so that his hand can properly wrap around Wataru's length. He's so heated himself now, he can feel himself growing harder, but he's focused, he wants to touch, he wants to have Wataru to himself... And so his slender fingers stroke along him to see what reaction he might have, and he holds his breath.]
I might just shrivel up and evaporate if you don't touch me enough...
[A little huff of a laugh, then he lays back down, letting Eichi have his way, hands, lips, whatever he wants to touch his heated skin with. He can't help squirming with anticipation for a moment, just until Eichi's body is settled atop his comfortably, and he can feel that hand trail between his legs. He was mostly hard, but now he's gasping softly and hiding his face against Eichi as he hardens more under his touch.
Maybe Eichi could've given him a moment to breathe, but that wouldn't be very Eichi-like... No, his fated love strokes him right away, though softly, and Wataru lets out another strangled sound of need and joy against Eichi's neck, so near his ear.]
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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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He doesn't stop, though. Wataru is so, so beautiful, and he wants to appreciate every bit. Hands shove back up over bare skin, Wataru's abs, and then his chest, that familiar mark...]
I've been waiting for this.
[This time he's the one who rocks his hips down, shrugging his shirt from his shoulders once it's unbuttoned, but not wanting to pull his arms back long enough to rid himself of it completely. He's milky white in the faint moonlight from the window, thin and sickly, but toned. Wataru looks so much nicer, he thinks, but he doesn't have to focus on it in this heat of the moment. Thank god. All he does is feel and appreciate.]
Please... let me feel your fingers against my skin. Those nails of yours would only bring me joy. I want to feel, Wataru, without us holding back... Ah, even if I have nothing prepared for this, I want... I want—
[It's hard when you want to talk for five years but you're too thirsty to manage full sentences for long. He ducks down the rest of the way and kisses Wataru again, groaning softly into it as his fingers curl against Wataru's chest.]
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Eichi's hips rock down to meet his, and dignity be damned, Wataru can't help crying out delightedly, feeling warmth radiate up into his torso. Everywhere Eichi touches is graced with electricity. And to know that he's been waiting for this...!
Their lips meet, and Wataru gives in completely, no need for words, no need to communicate with anything but warm, needy movements of hips, the tangle of tongues and the sweetest press of lips.
Another gasp, and his fingers are curved against Eichi's chest, seeking more, seeking his affection, his never ending tolerance. Someday, someday, will he see more than what they have now? Is this a prelude, or a death knell for how things are now? He doesn't care, as he obediently runs his hands beneath Eichi's arms and drags his nails down his eternal lover's back. Breaking the kiss only enough to breathe against Eichi's lips, he says his name like a desperate prayer, soft, gentle, pleading.]
Eichi...
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His mind is racing, and it has his hand shaking gently as he brushes over the cloth at his hip. This is everything he could ever want to take. His idol, the person he's valued for so long, now laid out before him, eager to be taken. But can he? Should he? He feels like he'd be ruining something precious, like this. Taking it away selfishly, all for himself...
And yet his chest aches for it. He can't stop, he's selfish. More selfish than anyone else, enough to overtake anything, even the gods. He wants this, and even through hesitation, he brushes his fingers up along the inside of Wataru's clothed thigh testingly.]
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He still can't imagine being Eichi's idol, his most valued thing, but... Like this, he can believe it. Only Eichi is allowed to profane him, to speak heresies with touch, to drag him down from the heavens he's been held to. To clip his soft, white wings. To catch him on the descent, only to lift him up. Maybe Eichi sees it as selfish, but Wataru sees it as inevitable, and he's eager to be claimed.
Eichi will be the first to touch him like this. To know his secrets, ripping him open and eating him alive. He'd gladly be devoured by this ravenous angel. The hesitation is torture.]
Please, Eichi... Touch me...?
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[He can't help the breathy words he lets out, pulling back enough to separate their bodies, but only so he can drag both of his hands down Wataru's legs, dragging the cloth sloppily with them. He wants to tear these pants off, peel them slowly from him, to see what lies beneath. The desperation from Wataru and his own greed both give him confidence, and he ducks down enough to kiss teasingly at Wataru's stomach as he tugs down Wataru's pants and underthings together, nudging at him to encourage his hips to lift. He wants to at least pull them down to his knees, if not completely off.]
You're stunning. I'll touch you, of course... but to hear you ask for it like that brings me such joy, you know?
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[He laughs lightly, deliriously happy, lifts his hips to let Eichi pull his pants down even as he flushes delicately from his cheeks to his chest.]
Just this once, let me need you. I can be an idol tomorrow.
[He's too impatient, and he's wiggling as Eichi goes, urging him to get that clothing off, off, off. Then, when the clothing is discarded, he sits up enough to take Eichi's hands in his, pulling one to his chest, to the mark over his heart, and pulling the other to his hip.]
I'm sorry, Eichi, it's... simply that I might disappear if you don't catch me right away.
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[His hands being grabbed like that is so surprising that he blinks for a moment, stunned, before his warm smile falls back into place. Wataru is completely nude now, Eichi in only his bottoms, and he laughs softly, barely there.]
You make it sound as though you're serious about that, even if it wouldn't be possible... I won't allow you to disappear, in any case.
[He glides his hand over Wataru's chest, and the one that had been so helpfully placed at Wataru's hip slips lower as Eichi's kisses trail up him.]
If you need me, then it only makes me happy. Wataru...
[He trails off in hot breath against Wataru's neck, his own body settling slightly to one side on top of him so that his hand can properly wrap around Wataru's length. He's so heated himself now, he can feel himself growing harder, but he's focused, he wants to touch, he wants to have Wataru to himself... And so his slender fingers stroke along him to see what reaction he might have, and he holds his breath.]
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[A little huff of a laugh, then he lays back down, letting Eichi have his way, hands, lips, whatever he wants to touch his heated skin with. He can't help squirming with anticipation for a moment, just until Eichi's body is settled atop his comfortably, and he can feel that hand trail between his legs. He was mostly hard, but now he's gasping softly and hiding his face against Eichi as he hardens more under his touch.
Maybe Eichi could've given him a moment to breathe, but that wouldn't be very Eichi-like... No, his fated love strokes him right away, though softly, and Wataru lets out another strangled sound of need and joy against Eichi's neck, so near his ear.]
Eichi... Ah, have I died and gone to heaven?
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