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never-fading sins tbh

[He had agreed to the limitation of affection in public at first, but as the days went on and Eichi realized he couldn't just reach over to take Tsumugi's hand in a show of dominance, he realized that wasn't quite working for him. No amount of convincing was seeming to get through to him, as much as he wavered, and so here they are in the library, way too far apart for his liking.

But it might be that slight distance that has him wanting to close the gap. He's never experienced anything like this before. Longing had always been something related to his work, his schooling, his goal, but now he found himself tracing the curve of Tsumugi's shoulders as he babbled on about some sort of boring book Eichi doesn't really care about. Classes are over, he realizes with a glance over his shoulder to the rest of the empty library. There's no one in the immediate area.

So suddenly, he reaches out to take Tsumugi's hand. It's a gentle thing, despite where his thoughts are already rushing, soft and curling only a few of his fingers around Tsumugi's as he steps closer to him, gently guiding the book back to the shelf with his free hand. Enough of that.

He doesn't say a word yet, relying instead on the eager look in his eyes to do the talking first.]

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[ Letting his shirt slip off the rest of the way, he smiles as Tsumugi begins to do the same. Daring to step closer again, he reaches out to touch cold fingertips to the skin of Tsumugi's neck, leaning in to kiss there as well. Quietly, he answers that concern just above a whisper. ]

If they do, you can just leave it to me.

[ Ah yes, the perks of having the stuco president as your boyfriend. Tsumugi shivers at the contact of his lips on his neck, hiding his face on the other male's shoulder and resisting the urge to bite on it. That'd probably be too much. ]

All right. I trust you.

[ He always does. ]

[ He's got enough dirt on anyone to keep them quiet, or just get them out. You see? But great, this is progress. If only Tsumugi would relax a little more. Kissing more at his neck, going entirely on feeling and what he's seen versus ever doing this himself before, he runs his hand down the front of Tsumugi's shirt, plucking at the buttons. ]

Then know that I trust you, too, Tsumugi. I'd like to see what it is you like, so do whatever you want without thinking. Doesn't that sound appealing? [ He is so god damn thirsty, he leans forward and into Tsumugi enough that they might knock into the bookshelves a little. Eichi really wants to press all of himself closer to Tsumugi, so that's what he's doing, as a cold hand slips under that shirt near his waist. ]

[ He doesn't need decent eyesight to sense Eichi's want for him, feeling his hands roam all over him and his mouth working their way up and down his neck. It all feels too good, he has to admit. He's even starting to forget that they're in a public place and that anyone could walk in at any moment -- but Eichi always keeps his word, so there should be nothing to worry about.

It does sound appealing, letting himself go just for Eichi. When his back hits the bookshelves he moves his head so that he's gasping softly on Eichi's ear, and daringly (for him anyway) he takes his earlobe into his mouth and lightly suckles on it.

Right, small steps. They're both delicate in different ways, so they should really take it slow for now. Hope Eichi will understand. ]

Edited 2017-05-10 08:13 (UTC)

[For Eichi, this was a dream scenario. Not only was he urging Tsumugi into more comfort with him, but he was doing something so scandalous in a public place... Weren't idols supposed to be pure? On stage, they will be, but right here, he wants to be everything but.

There's a hot mouth at his earlobe now and Eichi gasps for it. His ears are something of a weak point, sensitive and distracting, and his face flushes with the contact while he continues. Small nips color in with his kisses at Tsumugi's neck, and even if he's stripped them down shirtless (Tsumugi almost-shirtless, with just one last layer to get out of the way), he's not moving to get their pants out of the way yet. This is slow enough.

One of his hands reaches up to grip at Tsumugi's shoulder as they go, though, needing some sort of support the more this goes on. Ahh, his heart is really fluttering, it won't slow down at all... ♪]

[ Idols are expected to be innocent and wholesome. Eichi even more so; despite initiating this in the first place, he still appears to be pure and transcendental as ever. So seeing him thirst for Tsumugi like this despite his condition...

Tsumugi holds him closer, the instinct to protect him kicking in. His heart must be going on overdrive right now. It's not like he can just tell him to stop now, but he'll do his best in making him feel good. Even if he doesn't know jack shit about any of this.

And... come on. Tsumugi would be lying if he said that he hadn't fantasized doing this with him for the longest time. It's just that Eichi has beat him to the punch. ]

Do you... want to sit down? [ It's a good thing Eichi can't see a glimpse of his face from this angle. ] I want to...

[Hearing Tsumugi say he wants anything is more exhilarating than it has any right to be.]

Mm, let's sit down. [His legs feel more like jell-o by the second, and he'd rather they roll around together on the floor, anyway. These thoughts are only new in that he's paying attention to them now. Before, they were a distraction, side thoughts that he brushed away and denied at every turn. Now, they were center stage, and he wasn't about to let them get away without an incredible performance.

He leaves one more kiss before he pulls back, crouching to sit down and reaching to tug Tsumugi's hand lightly so he follows closely behind. Even this moment like a pause feels like heat, a tension between them waiting to crack and spark some more.]

[ It's weird, voicing what he actually wants this time around. Most of the time he just follows everyone's orders, fulfilling their wants and needs. So having Eichi acquiesce makes Tsumugi a little more confident.

Following Eichi to the floor, Tsumugi wastes no time in leaning in and pressing his lips on him again, his tongue softly yet urgently coaxing him to open up. The annoying voice at the back of his mind might be screaming that he's being too forcefil with this! but he's actually ignoring it for once. He actually wants something, dammit.

There's nothing bad with being greedy once in a while, after all. It's a part of human nature. ]

[This is incredible. Tsumugi is coming at him, his tongue brushing over his lips, and Eichi shivers in his pleasure, reaching a hand up immediately to cup his face. His lips part easily and he welcomes the deepening of this kiss, quiet noises slipping between their breaths. If he has a heart attack from this, he thinks it will probably be worth it.

He's careful to encourage Tsumugi to keep leaning like that, pressing back himself but not with so much forcefulness that it would overwhelm his boyfriend. He wants to see more of this side of him, to see him want as much as possible. His free hand undoes the buttons of Tsumugi's shirt, and reaches up to loosen that tie, sliding it slowly away.

Slow. They're still taking it slow, but this energy is rolling, snowballing, and he's holding back from how he wants desperately to just press himself against Tsumugi until this tension is relieved.]

[ Tsumugi won't ever forgive himself if his boyfriend gets cardiac arrest in the middle of making out, though. Even so he just can't help himself, moaning softly as he swirls his tongue around his, his hands that were holding onto Eichi's shoulders moving to unbutton the rest of the buttons of his shirt and shrugging it off his body.

Soon enough he pulls away, a thread of drool connecting their lips together. Wow, he can't believe he went and did that. It's only now that he realizes that his pants are feeling way too tight on him and oh god that's definitely a boner OH GOD and he resist the urge to cover his crotch with one of the books from the nearby bookcase.

But no. There's no time to chicken out from this. He has to take care of Eichi. ]

Eichi-kun... Can I...?

[There is so much desire in Eichi's eyes that they look brighter than usual, his face flushed by the time they pull apart from that heated kiss. Even something as simple as making out has him breathing heavier, and he only hopes it doesn't make him look as foolish as he feels.

There's no time to worry about his own looks when he's so wrapped up in Tsumugi's, though. His own arousal strains at his pants, visible once he shifts a little and lets out a little gasp for it. You're so cute, Tsumugi. But maybe words like that wouldn't encourage so much as make him feel lesser.

He's being very careful, this time.]

You can do whatever you'd like, Tsumugi. [He leans forward enough to kiss his lips again, a hand dropping from Tsumugi's cheek to rest at his thigh, instead. Eichi doesn't hide anything as he slips his hand up further towards Tsumugi's bulge, just enough to tease.]

That kiss was so good, I'll become addicted... ♪ [Another kiss, open mouthed and to the corner of Tsumugi's mouth, hungry for more.]

[ It really is addicting; every kiss from Eichi feels like a drug that made him want more, and it's scary how much Tsumugi likes this more than he'd ever admit. Eichi's hand has left sparks in Tsumugi's leg and Tsumugi swallows a gasp when he teases him right there at his crotch. So mean, even in this situation...

Eichi has always been encouraging, but hearing those words right out of his mouth like this sends a delightful shiver up Tsumugi's spine. Feeling a little braver, Tsumugi places a steady hand on the other male's crotch as well, lightly stroking there as his head dove down to the crook of Eichi's neck to leave little kisses up and down his sensitive skin. ]

I'm going to make you feel good... I promise.

[His breath hitches at the hand between his legs, his head immediately tilting to allow for more of those kisses. His own fingers trace Tsumugi's bulge in turn before he palms at him, an attempt to return the favor and encourage him more.]

You see, this was a good idea after all... [He teases, but it loses some of its power when he's as breathless as he is. They're going to do it in a library. In public. After not even showing normal signs of public affection until now... He's so excited.

He tugs at Tsumugi, leaning back as he does. He's eager and pushy, needy and demanding, but he won't be so difficult to please like this. Everything Tsumugi is doing is just right and sending shivers up his spine.]

Would you keep touching me like that? [Why is he being polite right now... He'll lose that soon enough.]

[ They're going to do it in a library. In public. After denying so many of Eichi's previous attempts. Tsumugi should be nervous -- terrified even, for desecrating this place in a fit of lust... But he doesn't care anymore. This is what Eichi wants, what he himself wants, so this should be fine. Right?

Still mouthing at Eichi's neck, he continues to rub at his boyfriend, gentleness slowly giving way to urgency. So much for taking this slow. His hardness is also straining in his pants where Eichi is stroking at as well, so at least he's not the the only one who's guilty as charged. ]

Eichi-kun, I--

[ He can't take it anymore. Honestly he's been dreaming about this for some time now, and now that they're here... His hand finds the zipper and slowly zips it down. ]

I want to taste you.

[Oh god, they're reaching the point where Eichi's feigned confidence is struggling because he is so turned on and they're going to do it in a library and Tsumugi just said something very bold. His zipper is down, and his erection bulges against his underwear through it, thanks to all of that rubbing. He feels like he's throbbing, and that desire voiced by Tsumugi has his heart nearly beating out of his chest. Taste him... That's so lewd, and yet he's picturing Tsumugi even closer than he is now, his mouth all over him, the heat of their bodies— in this library...

He moves his hand away from Tsumugi's pants for the moment to loop around his shoulders, instead, fingers curling at the base of his neck as he lets out a shaky exhale.]

You want to taste me? Hearing you say something like that has me more excited than I've ever been before. I never knew you could say things with such sex appeal like that. [He's ecstatic, and trying not to say any words that give away how he's just as nervous as Tsumugi. But his rambling is a little too excited, and he's tugging Tsumugi closer, craving more attention himself before he rewards Tsumugi with any more. He wants to see him really want it, or maybe even do some desperate things himself...]

Could you say it a little closer to me again?

[ Sex appeal? Eichi thought that was sexy? Oh god, that wasn't Tsumugi's intention at all, he was just speaking the truth -- that he's been wanting to do this and more this whole time but he couldn't say anything because until now, even after becoming a couple, he still thinks that Eichi is untouchable.

And yet here they are, with Eichi falling apart with his touch and whispers. Tsumugi gulps, his heart threatening to jump out of his mouth. With his face still buried in the crook of his neck, his hand travels inside Eichi's open fly and starts stroking him again through his underwear, a lot gentler this time. ]

I've been thinking about it for some time now. [ So much for sex appeal. God, he's such a pervert. ] I didn't want to say anything because I might do more harm than good... But if you'll give me a chance, I'll do my best.

[ With bated breath, he waits for Eichi to give him the OK. If he ever does, that is. He's still not confident about this, after all. ]

[Those strokes being that much closer are enough to have him shifting his own hips up and into it, his arm around Tsumugi using him for balance as he does. Ah, this is crazy, how can he stand this? How can he do without this?]

Wasn't I the one who insisted we do this here and now? You don't have to always ask me for permission, Tsumugi, so please hurry up and taste me, would you?

[Before he dies with blue balls.

Okay, but his fingers curl more at that hair, playing with it, tangling into it, and one hand pulls back enough to push at the waist of his pants and underwear alike. He doesn't know how to take it slow when he's getting this excited, so it's a good thing that Tsumugi is shyly moving forward at his own slow pace like this, but it's also a little like torture.

Still, pain is pleasure, he's said...]

[ Okay, if he says so. He helps Eichi in pulling down his pants and underwear and-- there it is. He grows even redder at the sight of Eichi's erection, averting his eyes for a moment before snapping out of it. No, he's already here, so he might as well go all the way. He just can't believe they're doing this in here of all places...!

He shifts so that he's lying on the floor on his chest (a bit uncomfortable but it'll do), and curls his hand around him and continues to rub up and down, making him just a little harder. Eichi's throbbing in his touch and Tsumugi just in awe, as if he's in a dream and he's expected to wake up at any moment.

So he must cherish this while it lasts.

Finally, when he's hard enough, he ducks his head and takes one tentative lick of the tip. Well he tastes salty, for one. Interesting. ]

[He's realizing very quickly that he doesn't feel very in control at all right now. It's throwing him off, it's a little uncomfortable and a little thrilling, but automatically, when he's exposed to Tsumugi, he sort of wants to push him over or say something that will leave him flustered. You know, so he himself doesn't have to be.

A rude idea, and one that doesn't pan out anyway, since his face is already flushed and Tsumugi is already stroking him. They're in the library. Now he has to really remember they're in the library, because surely any loud noises they make will be enough to draw someone in if they're around at another club. God, hopefully no one is looking for him.

Then, that warm tongue flicks out over him, and Eichi has to press a hand over his own mouth to hold back the noise that wants to come out. All of that issue of control is forgotten, and all he cares about in this moment is that Tsumugi is actually doing this for him, that he must be so eager to please him, that he looks so appealing from this angle. What a perverted thought... He can't help it.]

That felt good, Tsumugi. [The wording sounds canned, but behind a hand and a little muffled, his tone brings it across as genuine. He know encouragement will keep him going, and right now he doesn't want this to stop at all. He might have a heart attack if he has to wait too long. That's what it feels like.]

[ And it only hit Tsumugi just now that he's the one taking charge this time. Eichi may have started this first, but it's as if he unlocked something in Tsumugi that made him a little more forward this time. It's different but it's a good kind of different -- it's so thrilling that it's no wonder Eichi does it often. Though at the same time, just being able to please Eichi like this...

At Eichi's kind words, he keeps on licking, even starting to leave little kisses up and down on him like the hopeless romantic that he is. Still avoiding his gaze because he wouldn't know what to do when he sees Eichi's expression at all this. He should make Eichi feel good, but maybe not too good? Because of his weak heart and all.

But even so: ] If... If I'm no good, just tell me, okay?

[ And then he finally takes him into his mouth. Just the tip, as he tests the waters first before proceeding further down. Ah, if only Eichi can see how red he is right now... This really is embarrassing. ]

[The kisses really make it, honestly. Licks and little kisses like that are somehow so Tsumugi, even as lewd as they are— hesitant and slowly growing in intensity, it's enough to be horribly taunting and entirely on accident. Eichi is glad he can lean back and find the bookshelf for some sort of support, since one of his hands is still covering his mouth in an attempt to keep himself quiet.

So far, he's managing.

But his eyes can't avert for too long. He doesn't want them to, instead focusing on Tsumugi in such an intimate position, just as he takes his tip into his mouth. It's enough to make him shudder, and he lets out an audible exhale, his free hand moving to lace fingers through Tsumugi's hair. If he's no good... Honestly, he doesn't know what he's comparing this to, anyway. It feels much better than what he can do on his own, and the fact that it's Tsumugi, doing this for him...]

[ He's holding on to Tsumugi's hair... Is that a good sign? Just hearing Eichi pant like that, no matter how hard he tries to hide it, is so enticing, Tsumugi can't help but lower his mouth a bit deeper down his shaft, his hands gripping at Eichi's inner thighs. Can he go any lower? What if he gags? Should he even think too hard on this? Focus. The most important thing right now is making Eichi feel good. It's the least he can do for him.

So he relaxes and hums, sending vibrations on Eichi's hardness. Sucking long and hard, but not too loud -- this is still a library, first of all. Still, having the library chairman do something like this in the shadows of the bookshelves... So scandalous. But he can't help but feel excited. Tsumugi's always been a stickler for the rules, so breaking one such rule is exhilarating. Especially if it's Eichi. ]

[This is an unbeatable feeling, but he finds himself thinking on all the other things they could be doing. Things he could be doing to Tsumugi, things Tsumugi could be doing to him, all of the ways their bodies could meet. It's like electricity running through him at every movement of Tsumugi's lips. That hum, especially, has Eichi shifting back against the bookshelf a little more, rattling it just slightly as his hips attempt to press up.

He's careful to hold back on that motion, so not to make him choke or anything like that. It's a reflex, he can't help it.]

That's good, Tsumugi... Don't stop. [Whispered encouragement is all he can manage right now, fingers curling more into that soft hair of his. And now he's thinking that he could so easily yank him closer, make him take more— goodness, that's too aggressive, he's thinking too aggressively like this. He holds back from that, as well, his breathing heavy.]

[ As if he can read his mind, Tsumugi pulls his mouth away with a pop, finally looking up at Eichi's flustered face. He's even redder than Tsumugi right now... He's really liking this, isn't he? Tsumugi's so happy and relieved, but also very bashful at looking like this with his mouth still occupied. ]

I-It's okay... if you want it rougher. [ he whispers, licking up to his tip while staring at him. So lewd. But Eichi did have his rough moments with Tsumugi in the past so this shouldn't be any different, right? ] I don't mind. [ He doesn't mind the gagging for now either -- who knows when his gag reflex would kick in. Only one way to find out. ]

Edited 2017-05-17 16:29 (UTC)

Rougher...

[Eichi repeats it in barely a whisper, lacing his fingers further into that mess of hair and ending up at the back of his head. His gut feels as though it's on fire, and his length is throbbing for more. Tsumugi's large eyes are too shielded by those scratched up glasses, and Eichi moves his free hand to gently touch the temple of them before he pulls them off.

At least he folds them very carefully (one-handed) and sets them aside so they won't be damaged. If he's being permitted to go rough, well... He's thinking about it.]

Your face says you would like something like that too, Tsumugi. I need to hear something like that, you know? So I'm not like one of those people who can only harm you and move on. That's not what I want to be.

[Even in the middle of this intimate moment, breath hot and heavy and eyes dragging over Tsumugi with complete desire, he has to check this first. After everything else, too... Shouldn't he check? Something this intimate is a little more serious.]

If you can tell me you'd like me to more clearly, then I won't hold back. [It's not that he expects Tsumugi to crudely say "I want you to fuck my mouth" or anything, but even if in his shy way he can admit that he likes the roughness, then that would be enough.]

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WRONG FUCKING ACCOUNT ASJKDFSF

I am still laughing at your expense and I'm sure I'll taste karma for it later

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