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[Oh. He blinks a couple times, and then he grins and leans in to kiss Shuji again. This one is soft and sweet, a brief gesture of giddy affection. He loves Shuji a lot.]

Yeah, okay. Is that--

[Hm. He nods over Shuji's shoulder at the bed that's just, well. It's just right there. Right there.]

Good? [Words are hard.]

[It's right there, and Shuji can see it if he turns his head.]

It's good. Maybe I can even walk.

[He's still a little wobbly, but he can make it at least to that bed... except that would mean letting go of Mista, which sounds like a poor decision on all parts.]

[It would be pretty romantic to pick Shuji up and just carry him over, but honestly Mista's feeling pretty wobbly himself. It would be a better idea to (very reluctantly) let go of his tight grip around Shuji's waist and lace their fingers together gently. So that's what he does, tugging on Shuji's hand to lead him over.]

[It's tough to know whether it's more or less awkward to bring Shuji over here like this when they've both been sleeping in this bed anyway. Less, he thinks as he flops down at the edge of the bed, but maybe not by much?]

There. Now you won't fall.

[Shuji flops down alongside Mista. It's less awkward, maybe, because they've already been in this bed together, but it's not usually after a long makeout session like this. Sure, they've kissed, and Shuji is cuddly as hell if you give him the chance, but this is... different.]

Too bad I've fallen for you already.

[...wow that was cheesy.]

[It's incredibly cheesy. But . . . it's also Mista. He doesn't laugh, because he's a tragic romantic who loves cheesy lines himself. Instead he just grins.]

Hey, hey. Don't steal my line, okay?

[His line was going to probably be cheesier, for what it's worth.]

Sorry. I'm sure your line was way better.

[Shuji gives Mista's hand a squeeze - he doesn't want to let go even now that they're on the bed - and kisses him again. It's a soft and tender kiss, the 'you make me so happy' kind instead of the 'I want you in me right now' kind.

Although he can do that other one too. It just didn't seem like the moment.]

[He's glad Shuji doesn't let go. It makes it easier to squeeze back automatically when Shuji kisses him. Shuji's hands are a little smaller than his, but they're really nice--kind of elegant, he's thought a couple times, even though he's not sure that's a thought that makes sense.]

[It doesn't matter, though, because Shuji's kissing him. It's a good kiss like all of Shuji's kisses are, this time sweet and soft, and Mista returns it in kind. Because he feels the same way, obviously.]

[But. There's still that unspoken awkwardness hanging over the both of them and in the air between them, and . . . maybe it'll go away by itself, but maybe it won't. So Mista kisses the corner of Shuji's mouth and pulls back a little to look him in the eye.]

Hey. Should we--I don't know. Is this something we should talk about?

[All of this that's happening. What they're doing, whatever it'll be. He doesn't know, but it's better to check, right?]

[Should they talk about it? Probably. They've already proven to have a bad habit of assuming things about the other.

Does Shuji know what to say? Hell no.

But Mista's as confused as he is, and so Shuji straightens up a little and tries to think of some kind of response.]

...We should probably talk about it, but I don't know what I'm doing except that you're gorgeous, and I love you so much that it hurts sometimes, and I want to be with you. That's pretty much where I'm at right now.

Edited 2017-09-20 04:28 (UTC)

[Mista flushes. Not because it's surprising--it isn't; he's heard most of these things from Shuji before--but because all of it at once is just plain overwhelming.]

. . . That makes me really, really want to kiss you, but I think if I kiss you right now I won't be able to talk at all.

[It's hushed and practically confessional. He chews his lip uncertainly, not sure how to proceed. But he should, he wants to do right by Shuji, he wants to make Shuji happy. Sometimes to make someone you love happy, you have to do something difficult for just a little while. Which is why he doesn't kiss Shuji again, not yet.]

All that stuff--I really like hearing it. And it's the same for me, too. I mean-- [He should say it, shouldn't he? Shuji should hear it.] I can't stop staring at you and thinking about you, and kissing you is just--it's crazy. So, yeah. I want to be with you. You're so incredible I don't even understand how you're real, or how you love me back. I just--

[He swallows.]

I wanna make sure you know you can tell me anything about anything. Even this. You're not gonna make it weird or scare me off. You know?

I know.

[He really does know, even if he still blushes to hear Mista say it - he understands now that Mista loves him, that this is real and actually happening to him.]

I know that I can tell you anything. You know it's the same in reverse, right? You can tell me anything you want, and I'll listen.

[At the very least, he can always listen, even if he can't always make things better. But this is something he should be able to make things better in. Amazing, even, with enough time and practice.]

Yeah. Yeah, I do know that.

[When he thinks about it, Shuji listens to him more than anyone ever has in his life. Even the stupid stuff. Shuji pays attention to and values what he's saying, even the jokes and the things that other people don't take seriously. Shuji gets him in a way that's never really stopped being a surprise.]

[So--yeah. Of course he knows that he can tell Shuji anything. It's less a matter of being worried about that and more a matter of stupid nerves. He turns his hand under Shuji's so he can run his thumb across his boyfriend's knuckles and focus on that instead of the words he wants to say.]

I want you. You know that, right? I'm. You know. Not a subtle guy.

[Mista isn't subtle, no. Talking about staring at Shuji's butt does not qualify as 'subtle'. And even if Shuji doesn't know why yet, he knows that Mista wants him as much as Shuji wants Mista.

He didn't do anything worthy of this blessing in his life. Maybe later he should ask Mista to teach him prayers of thanks.]

I know, I know you do. [Shuji squeezes Mista's hand again.] I'd ask if you know that I want you but I'm even less subtle.

[It's tempting to tease Shuji, because no. Shuji is pretty much the opposite of subtle in every way. But if Shuji didn't tease him, then he won't tease, either.]

[Instead he just grins a little and lifts Shuji's hand to kiss his knuckles. It's a sweet, silly little gesture of fondness that he means from the bottom of his heart.]

Yeah. It took me a while, but I figured it out.

So . . . we're on the same page. My question to you is: what do you want right now?

[And that is teasing. Just a little.]

[It's teasing, but Mista's only human, and Shuji understands that it's hard not to tease your boyfriend when you're in bed talking about sex.

It still makes his face turn red as a beet as he struggles to find words, and finally gives up.]

You first.

Oh, come on.

[He's not actually sulky. Again, it's just cute. Shuji is so cute when he's shy, and as much as this is new territory for both of them . . . well. It's not like he's in any hurry regardless.]

[He looks at Shuji with half a smile for a moment or two before leaning in and kissing him. It's an in-between kiss; it's sweet, but it drags and lingers, full of promise. It's meant to be comforting, but also sort of not.]

[When he pulls away, his smile's a little hazier. Still there, though. He's happy.]

That feeling. That's what I want. I don't know what'll make you feel that way yet, but I wanna find out. I want to touch you as much as you'll let me. Beyond that I don't know, but--I can't really think of anything I don't want.

Edited 2017-09-21 00:40 (UTC)

[It's the kind of kiss that leaves Shuji's eyes hazy and his brain fogged over. He doesn't realize until a moment or two after Mista stops talking that he should probably answer in words, not just by staring.]

All of that sounds good to me too. That, and making you feel like that, and - I don't know. I don't know what you like but I want to try everything and find out what you like the best, and make you feel that way, and - talking is hard, Mista.

[Words are his thing and he still is having trouble matching words to his thoughts.]

[Oh, no. Poor Shuji. Mista grins and shakes his head, letting their linked hands fall between them on the bed again.]

'M sorry, babe. We can stop talking if you want. We did good, but--you want a kiss instead?

From you? Always.

[He can't picture himself turning down a kiss, but especially not now. They did great on the conversation thing, they can move on now.

Shuji's the first to lean in for that kiss.]

[Mista meets him halfway. Maybe a little more than halfway. He's tried to play cool about it, but he's just as eager to get past the talking part of things. He's a mess of nerves and anticipation and want, which he could hide up until now, but with this kiss--well, he just can't.]

[It's heated, is what it is, still restrained because he's trying to be good, but the way he presses close and slides his hand into Shuji's hair is too needy to really be that smooth. He squeezes Shuji's knee with his other hand, insistent on more points of contact.]

[It's easier to hide things in words than in actions. Shuji's been trying to control his want for basically the last month, being good, not uncomfortable, not weird.

Self-control isn't Shuji's strong suit, however. Particularly not when he's been given permission. Shuji's kiss is a great deal less restrained, and Shuji's hands find their way underneath Mista's shirt without him really directing them there.

Points of contact are better skin-to-skin. That's just a fact.]

[Shuji's hands are warm and very suddenly become the center of Mista's universe. He has to stop for a second as he startles and breathes in sharply, holds his breath and arches into the touch, because--it's good. It's shocking how good it is. He can feel the spread of Shuji's fingers splayed across his stomach, and it feels like he's been waiting for exactly this for weeks.]

[There's a long moment when he's just frozen, his lip caught between his teeth; he can't quite breathe because he's too busy feeling. And then he sighs happily and shifts on the bed, turning so he's on it properly instead of sitting with his legs hanging off, and moves in closer.]

Fuck, Shu. C'mere.

[Tipping Shuji's chin up, he leans in and kisses him, wanting to tease but honestly unable to. His lips part hungrily in invitation as his hands make his way under Shuji's shirt to get a solid grip on his hips.]

[It should be impossible for someone's hands, even Mista's hands, on his hips to feel that good. Impossible, or illegal, or both. A moan escapes Shuji's lips against Mista's, and he can't manage to feel embarrassed about it. If he were embarrassed, he probably wouldn't be meeting that invitation with his tongue over the lines of Mista's lips either.

He pushes Mista's shirt further up, so he can see the skin he's rubbing his hands over. He wants to know exactly what makes Mista sigh like that. He wants to learn everything that Mista likes: it's a more important subject than any class he's taken, and he'll put his all into studying.]

[That's Shuji that made that sound. Shuji made that sound because of him. He makes a sound, too, not quite a moan but a soft rumble of appreciation as he runs his hands up and down Shuji's sides. His skin is so warm and so soft and--]

[And it's almost impossible to think with Shuji touching him like that, and looking at him like that. He feels the urge to apologize--he's got more body hair than most American guys do and it's weird sometimes--but then Shuji's tracing his lips with his tongue and self-consciousness doesn't exist anymore. He moans, melting into the kiss and nipping playfully at Shuji's lips.]

[What's there to apologize for? Mista is gorgeous - more muscular than Shuji is or will ever be, warm under his hands, and if there's anything bad about the body hair it's that Shuji doesn't know if he should put his mouth where his hands are now because of it.

Shuji pushes Mista's shirt as high as it'll go without actually taking it off: that would require not kissing Mista for a second, which is obviously impossible. He's still mapping the planes of Mista's body. Does he like his chest being touched? Nipples? Shuji needs to know.]

[It's probably becoming very quickly obvious that Mista is both ridiculously sensitive and quite reactive. He likes almost everything, it's more a matter of what he likes best, and even on that count he'd have a hard time actually deciding. He likes what Shuji's doing now--maybe likes having his stomach touched a little more overall, but when Shuji's fingers brush over his nipples he lets out a genuinely embarrassing choked-off sound and presses forward into the touch, fingers digging in a little too hard where they've frozen halfway down Shuji's sides.]

[Except no, that's still not good enough. Shuji's been holding back, he can tell, and that makes it seem more okay to do what he wants to do: pull Shuji up into his lap, get his grip steady on Shuji's hips again, and lean up to mouth unsteadily at his throat. That weight, the unavoidable presence of Shuji on top of him, is the best thing in the world right now.]

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