[ Midori honestly, truly, really has no idea how his life came to this point.
Sure, he could come up with some kind of explanation, but he's not necessarily sure that it would actually be enough to properly summarize how he wound up where he is. What he does know is that he could, very easily, pinpoint the direct cause: Morisawa Chiaki.
Said actual embodiment of sunshine and the actual personification of an energetic, loving, and extremely loyal dog can generally be cited as the cause of a lot of things in Midori's life. He couldn't even really deny it. Wouldn't want to, as embarrassing as that is.
Which is exactly why he's doing this. Or, well, saying the things that he is. Chiaki is warm in general - Midori's always kind of cold, except when he's around - but now he's just overwhelming, enveloping heat, leaving him breathless for more than one reason. Easing him open and watching him writhe and listening to him whine is always, always a test of patience, but. Worth it, every time he presses in. But first, before he gets lost in it, he has to make sure - ]
Senpai, you're doing so great... [ He presses his forehead into his temple, because Chiaki has a habit of refusing to look at him at first. It's cute. ] You're a good boy.
[ yeah, midori definitely has a point. chiaki probably is the cause of everything in his life.
--on purpose, of course!! he's made it his very !heroic! life's mission to help midori out! he's always just...depressed, and it worries chiaki, not just because he's a member of ryuseitai, his ryusei green, but because he's been there. he doesn't want midori to be upset or sad or depressed about anything, so chiaki tries hard to make sure he's going out and doing things and seeing people and, well, spending time with him!!
one thing led to another, and now this--they ended up dating.
oops?
well, not oops. this was a good decision. that's for sure, chiaki knows it. heroes don't second guess themselves, after all, and he loves spending time with takamine as much as he can, even when they get up to things like this, which are very, very embarrassing.
takamine's parents are home, chiaki dimly registers somewhere in the back of his head (his parents who adore chiaki), but he's kind of given up caring, because they're here, after preparation and hemming and hawing and oh, god, there is so much happening right now, can you blame him for getting embarrassed?! with midori looking at him like that, that blazing gaze he only ever gets out of him on stage, he ends up tucking his face to the pillow beside him, his face burning brighter than ryusei's red flame itself.
yeah, he's hiding. he's got takamine between his legs, they're all connected together, his knees are pulled up close to his chest, and this whole situation is very, very embarrassing. but, midori's voice is quiet, soft and familiar, and he blinks at the praise and jerks back a little, surprised, staring at him. ] What?
[ Chiaki is absolutely the cause of everything in his life, to the point that his parents always ask after him. Always talk about him. Always insist to hear more about what Chiaki's doing and how Ryuseitai is and more than just Midori's school life. They want him to come over. Hell, even his older brother asks after him.
It's... a lot. Midori isn't sure how he faces it, some days. But for as much as he'd rather curl up in bed, under the blankets, and never come out, he also doesn't really like the idea of never seeing his Ryusei Red again. The hero that parted the clouds over his life.
... he'd also miss this, admittedly. Chiaki is really, stupidly cute when he gets this embarrassed. Not that he doesn't also get embarrassed, even in moments like this, where it's tight heat and the press of skin on skin, but it's not the point. Chiaki, boisterous and brave and bright, is so red that he's practically on fire. It's great.
Even if his own face starts turning red when he realizes what's just come out of his mouth. That reaction has him leaning back, as well, one blink, then another, meeting Chiaki's stare. And then Midori turns his head away, shoulders curling upwards to hunch closer to his jaw where he's got them up a little already from supporting his weight on either side of his senpai's body. God, why did he say something like that?
No matter how true it is. But it's a little too late to take it back, now. ] You're amazing.
[ oh--he's leaning away. there's that instinct driven part of chiaki that immediately says nonono, because of course he does, but his mouth doesn't betray him and he ends up just staring at him instead, that redness on his cheeks slowly sliding down his neck in blotchy patches.
they're still connected where he's leaned away from him, and made himself look small. that pings his concern, too, and chiaki splutters for just a second, like he's trying to gather his thoughts properly over everything that was just said, including the second part.
Wh - [ The staring at him is one thing. Senpai always does this thing, where if Midori says something, he'll immediately hone in on it and then it's all downhill from there. What side of the hill it's going down just... depends on the situation at hand, he guesses. But it's still a lot when he looks at him like that, spluttering or not, and it takes a lot of willpower to not pull further away, even if he doesn't really have any intentions of separating them.
Of course, then Chiaki has his outburst, and Midori dies a little inside. At least that's normal, right? ]
Morisawa-senpai - [ He accommodates for his movements as best he can, fumbling and eventually just. Taking him by the backs of the thighs and letting his own weight and Chiaki's momentum take him back. Guess he's got a lapful of boyfriend now. Not like he has any complaints about that, or at least ones that aren't incredibly halfhearted. This is a good weight. Even fi he's embarrassing him. ]
I'm not - that wasn't cool - senpai - [ Embarrassing!!! ]
It--whoa! [ luckily, a lot of chiaki's wailing and sniffling over how proud he is over his cute, cute kohai gets diverted by their sudden change in position. takamine is very strong (his strength is, dare chiaki say it, heroic!!) and it's not like it's uncomfortable, but it is surprising and now he's just sort of settled on him instead of where they were before. which isn't bad!
....but he's also distracted, so please, pause button on sex for a minute. he puts his hands on takamine's chest and looks very earnest in his direction. the sun is practically shining directly in his face. ] It was!! Takamine, you're growing up right before my eyes!!! Every day you make me prouder!!!
[ Regularly, Midori can be cited as making noises along the lines of vague death rattles. Their intensity varies depending on the situation and how stressed he is, but, still, he makes them. At the moment, he makes a small one, a noise at the back of his throat that's almost a groan, because - ]
Morisawa-senpai, you're embarrassing. [ s t o p
He slides his hands up from the backs of his thighs to his hips, up further before dipping in so he can wrap his arms around him and just. Drop his face into his shoulder. Shut up, Chiaki, oh my god.
The sun came out, but it's a little too much for his weary heart. It swells in his chest under the praise - who's praising who, here? - before he starts to shake his head where his forehead is resting in the cradle of neck and shoulder. ] I'm just. It wasn't cool. You just - I wanted to tell you -
[ the moment is utterly ruined, but that's okay. this is a good moment in and of itself. takamine's not the only one feeling warm and happy, either--chiaki's grinning from ear to ear, especially when he comes close and drops his face in his shoulder like that. he returns the favor, warm cheek pressed to the column of his neck as he loosens his own arms to hook around his shoulders, too, holding him nice and tight. he'd put his legs around him too, if it were possible. ]
I'm glad you told me. [ he says, very seriously, maybe just a little less goofy, and he rubs his cheek against his neck for a brief second. you can hear the fondness in his voice. ] I love that about you, Takamine, I really do!
[ well, he loves lots of things about takamine, but that's a good place to start! and, just to punctuate it, he presses an affectionate kiss to his cheek, complete with an 'mmmwah'! ]
[ At this point - in Midori's life, in their friendship, in their general relationship - he's just come to accept that whatever moments they might have, they're not going to be particularly long in that particular tone or context. Chiaki has this interesting skillset of changing the tone of... well, anything. He enters a room, and the atmosphere shifts into something else entirely.
They're in the middle of sex, and he somehow makes it. This. Whatever this is. An embarrassing conga line of warm emotions that are going to make Midori explode, probably.
The noise lodges in his throat when Chiaki says love, and he squeezes his arms tight around him, mushing his face further into the warm, soft space he's hidden himself in. His voice comes out muffled while he's hiding, but it peters out from him saying something into a sound halfhearted and more affection-filled in response to the obnoxiously noisy kiss.
[ he's basically spewing hearts at this point, to be honest. chiaki has utterly forgotten about all of his embarrassment in favor of totally showering his boyfriend with affection and praise. look how cutely he reacts!! takamine is so cute!
he gives him another little squeeze, mostly because he couldn't really hear if he said anything and is therefore going to bulldoze right over it. there are better things to be doing right now, after all!
like kissing midori's face. again. and again!! and again, and again, until he's basically peppering him with kisses, squeezing him close in his arms and rocking back a little with the exaggerated gesture of it--
which was almost immediately a mistake. he makes a little noise, surprised, because hello, friction, and...oh, man, he was really turned on wasn't he.
[ There isn't any resistance when he's finally, finally pried out of hiding so that Chiaki can kiss his face. Hell, he starts it off with the one to his cheek and he's a goner right out of the starting gate, malleable rather than unmovable. He closes his eyes - scrunches them, more like - but it isn't stressed or upset. Instead, he curls his fingers against smooth skin along his back as if he can get more purchase, sort of basking in it tentatively. Even if it's embarrassing.
... until Chiaki moves way too much, and then he makes his own surprised noise, strained and a little punched out of him. ]
Morisawa-senpai - [ Jesus Christ that was a mistake. He's buried inside him and has a lapful of squirming sentai and can feel where Chiaki's found a line of friction against his stomach. It's all a lot at once.
His eyes aren't opening again, and his brow furrows now to join the way he's screwed them tightly shut, his head tipping so that he can bonk their foreheads together again. But instead of seeking loose purchase against Chiaki's back, Midori's hands move to his waist, like that can somehow stop an unstoppable force from moving. ]
[ yeah, a lot is a good way to put that. chiaki's hands grip tight onto midori wherever he can get a grip on him, and some of that flush that was starting to fade returns, spreading out to his ears. midori's still....right. he needs to...right.
some of that shyness comes back, too. he feels takamine's hands slide down to his waist and pulls his head away just a little bit to look down at him. this is happening, right this second, and oh god, but, well--at least his eyes are closed? their size difference is moot now with the way they're sitting, and he sucks in a breath, letting go where he's holding on tight to return his hands up to his shoulders, holding on.
he has to... have they ever done this before? like this? oh god. takamine is right there, he's going to have to watch him go--go--
chiaki makes a noise, a whine, and shuts his eyes. ]
[ That blotchy blush is so cute... every time Chiaki turns this red, it's so endearing to Midori, so it's even easier for him to say he's in love with him. Perfect, beautiful Morisawa Chiaki, whose heart is on his sleeve where he can share it with everyone.
Unfortunately, he can't really focus too much on that. The thought enters his mind and then is a fleeting thing. Because he feels Chiaki's hands on his shoulders, and he's moved away a little, and it's harder for him to really breathe in this enclosed space, where all he can smell and taste and feel is this boy that he loves so much.
The whine makes him open his eyes, though, as Chiaki closes his. And he looks at him, takes him in. Squeezing his hands where they sit, Midori leans forward, surging in that close space where their height difference has disappeared so that he can kiss him. They haven't done it like this before, despite the fact they've definitely kissed like this, so it's.
[ the kiss helps to fade some of chiaki's embarrassment, which is mounting very rapidly with every second that passes by. it gives him something else to be distracted by, and he brings his hands up and away from takamine's if only to cup his face and hold it there, grip gentle as he opens his mouth up into the kiss.
now that they're close like this, he can feel everything. he's in charge, here, which means he should be acting like a hero--so, a little carefully, chiaki rolls his hips downward, shifting midori a little deeper inside of him. it almost immediately tears a noise out of his throat, obnoxious and loud into the kiss, and he grips on just a little tighter in response. it's easier to push his fingers back into his hair as he does it again, holding tight and keeping their mouths messily pressed together as he starts to rock his hips back and forth, relishing in the friction that's coming from this newly close position. ]
Taka--ahh.. [ he starts, up against midori's mouth, but for once in his recent life, the rock of their hips is keeping ryuusei's red's mouth shut. ]
[ Though he knows his parents greeted Chiaki, Midori also knows his parents aren't stupid. His brother, either - they all probably left the moment Chiaki came into his room, because if they didn't... They'd have front row seats to the show, practically, because his senpai has never, ever known a quiet moment in his life.
Midori whimpers a little, himself, when Chiaki makes a noise into the kiss as he moves. It feels perfect, as it always does with this burst of sunlight personified, but it's just so sudden that he feels a little gutpunched. And it just continues, with the grip on his hair and the movement of hips. That sweet friction, and the tight heat that envelopes him.
Midori doesn't resist it. He rocks his hips up into Chiaki's, moving one hand to curl around the back of his thigh, the other grabbing his face. Like he's afraid that he'll change his mind, suddenly, and stop kissing him. ]
[ yeah...unfortunately for midori, chiaki's not aware of anything, including his own mouth. the last thing he's thinking about is the fact that midori's family is just a few rooms away, especially because all he can think about is midori himself. he's warm and hot and just perfect, and every little rock of their hips sends a little shiver down chiaki's spine.
luckily, the kiss helps to muffle him a little bit. chiaki may be an idiot, but there's not a chance he's going to pull away from the kiss from his junior. it's hot and good and just adds to the friction between them, and his fingers clutch a little tighter into his hair, pulling the messy strands just a little bit as he rolls his hips forward. it's deep and adventurous, as bold as chiaki has ever been, and it makes him moan a little louder into his mouth.
at least he's not talking, for once. no--the noises he's making are plentiful, but they're quiet and muffled against his lips, as he rocks his hips forward against him again. ]
[ Eyes closed tight and brow scrunched up, Midori finds himself breathless. Being with Morisawa-senpai at all is one thing, something that used to tire him out, leave him drained, but now... He's happier than he's ever been. Tired, sure, but happier. It makes it hard to really think about his family, and, in fact, the way the grip on his hair tightens completely erases them from his mind.
He goes to take advantage of Chiaki's moan, licking into his mouth with more boldness than he usually displays. He can't help it, not with the way every point of contact feels electified, leaving him wanting more, truly needing more.
There's no room for embarrassment, either, and Midori actually shifts so he can get better purchase. Against the bed, in holding his perfect, stupid boyfriend. His leader.
His hero.
It makes it easier to roll his hips up to meet him, and gets a low moan of his own muffled into the deep kiss. ]
Taka-ah-mine-- [ yeah, no, even the kisses aren't gonna muffle him totally. chiaki's noises are more like whines, now, especially when he licks into his mouth like that. he melts immediately into it and kisses him back with reckless abandon, messy and sloppy and lacking technique but full of enthusiasm. that's always how chiaki is: he follows his heart, and his heart has led him to midori, to this moment here.
the shift makes him whimper, too, because it's good. midori pushes back with him and he gasps and whines, stopping the kiss to bonk their foreheads together. it's almost sweet, as he whimpers his name again and picks his hips up to drop down against him again, just a little harder. it feels so good, and chiaki wants to tell him so, wants to tell takamine how much he likes him, how good it feels to be this close to him, but (probably luckily for midori), the words are currently being fucked out of his mouth, so. ]
[ Every time Chiaki says his name makes his heart flutter and swell, but this is something else. It thunders in his ears and bangs against his ribs wildly, caged in but just barely. It's a lot to contain, and every movement and kiss and pull leaves him straining to hold it in. Especially with the little bonk.
So, maybe Chiaki's being fucked into senselessness, but Midori's still got something left. Admittedly, it's not something his brain to mouth filter isn't in on, but, whatever. It's fine. ]
Senpai, you're so good. [ A beat, but only because he has to bite his lip with a perfect movement that feels like it drives him deeper. Chiaki has the most control here, but he's actually trying to keep up. ] You're perfect.
[ originally, that statement had just gotten chiaki's attention. he was a little surprised by his phrasing, but had otherwise just bulldozed over it, but now...
who knows. maybe it's the situation that it's occurring in, or maybe it's just the sincerity in his voice, but midori says that and he whines, the loudest noise he's made yet, reverberating deep in his chest as he ends up pulling his head just a little bit away, eyes squinted shut.
i'm not, he wants to say, just a little, a part of him that never quite died, but he ends up just breathing out his name again and rocking his hips forward a little harder, lifting up and coming all the way back down, noises breaking into something softer and staccato with each jerk of his hips. yeah...he liked that. ]
It'd been mindless but sincere, this time and the first, and Midori opens his eyes i surprise when Chiaki whines. It lets him see the look on his face, and he can watch him lift up almost completely, and...
And, god, Morisawa Chiaki is imperfectly perfect. He's too loud, so dense, overworks himself, can't read a mood.
But he's genuine, infectuously energetic, loves with his whole heart and body, and so loyal that it makes Midori's head spin. He has to bite harder on his lip again to keep it from stupidly wobbling, except then a gutpunched moan is pulled out of him with the way that Chiaki fucks back down onto him. His eyes flutter and he slides his hand back around into his hair, now, the other bruisingly tight on the jut of his hip. ] Y-you are. God, you are. And I've always thought that.
[ chiaki does get the advantage of watching midori's eyes slide close like that, even if he's distracted--he wants to stare at it forever, and the noise he makes is almost a little distracted because of it. he keeps his eyes open, long enough to watch his face, watch the color flush onto takamine's cheeks.
he wants to say how pretty he is, what a good member of ryuuseitai he is, how much he returns the favor, but when midori grabs onto his hips like that, his instinct takes over instead. he jerks his hips forward and returns the motion again, focusing on his words and the hot, perfect feeling of midori pushing up into him like that. it's overwhelming, and good, and he keeps using his words, overall distracting him. ]
Taka--mmn--ahhn-- [ but, yeah, he's not gonna be able to say anything. instead, he picks his arms up to wrap tight around his shoulders, pulling midori in a little towards that nice hero titty his chest and moaning up to the ceiling, utterly unrestrained. ]
[ Any other moment, any other person, Midori would protest being dragged into Chiaki's tits chest. There's a little mmf noise, but he doesn't complain much, and instead drops his fingers from Chiaki's hair to get real purchase on his hips. There's no reason for him to keep his eyes open when he's in this position, so he just focuses on the feel of Chiaki above and around him, sweet heat and nonsensical words and the grip of his hands and arms.
The muscles in his arms flex as he lifts, helping every rock of hips, making it so Chiaki isn't putting all of the weight and power into his thighs. Not that he doesn't love the sensation, but still.
Midori's priorities are clinging onto his captain, meeting the roll of his body with the thrust of his own hips, and... well, telling Chiaki how he feels. Easier, now, with how he's hidden. ] You're why - ah, ah - you're why I didn't give up. Everything about you... you're so good, and I -
[ the clinging is kind of nice, actually. chiaki wishes he could see takamine's cute face, but he's distracted enough that he doesn't make a comment on it or anything at all (probably to midori's benefit). what he does do, though, is tear up a little.
you're why i didn't give up.
it's all very, very overwhelming, so chiaki can't help but tear up, as takamine talks at him and pushes up into him all at once. he's strong enough to drive the pace really easily, but they're working as a team, and he squeezes his arms tight around midori's shoulders, dropping his head back to the ceiling and screwing his eyes shut, just enjoying it, just enjoying every motion and the things he's saying, open his mouth and letting soft gasps escape with each thrust. ]
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were we ever off our shit tbh
Sure, he could come up with some kind of explanation, but he's not necessarily sure that it would actually be enough to properly summarize how he wound up where he is. What he does know is that he could, very easily, pinpoint the direct cause: Morisawa Chiaki.
Said actual embodiment of sunshine and the actual personification of an energetic, loving, and extremely loyal dog can generally be cited as the cause of a lot of things in Midori's life. He couldn't even really deny it. Wouldn't want to, as embarrassing as that is.
Which is exactly why he's doing this. Or, well, saying the things that he is. Chiaki is warm in general - Midori's always kind of cold, except when he's around - but now he's just overwhelming, enveloping heat, leaving him breathless for more than one reason. Easing him open and watching him writhe and listening to him whine is always, always a test of patience, but. Worth it, every time he presses in. But first, before he gets lost in it, he has to make sure - ]
Senpai, you're doing so great... [ He presses his forehead into his temple, because Chiaki has a habit of refusing to look at him at first. It's cute. ] You're a good boy.
that's fair
--on purpose, of course!! he's made it his very !heroic! life's mission to help midori out! he's always just...depressed, and it worries chiaki, not just because he's a member of ryuseitai, his ryusei green, but because he's been there. he doesn't want midori to be upset or sad or depressed about anything, so chiaki tries hard to make sure he's going out and doing things and seeing people and, well, spending time with him!!
one thing led to another, and now this--they ended up dating.
oops?
well, not oops. this was a good decision. that's for sure, chiaki knows it. heroes don't second guess themselves, after all, and he loves spending time with takamine as much as he can, even when they get up to things like this, which are very, very embarrassing.
takamine's parents are home, chiaki dimly registers somewhere in the back of his head (his parents who adore chiaki), but he's kind of given up caring, because they're here, after preparation and hemming and hawing and oh, god, there is so much happening right now, can you blame him for getting embarrassed?! with midori looking at him like that, that blazing gaze he only ever gets out of him on stage, he ends up tucking his face to the pillow beside him, his face burning brighter than ryusei's red flame itself.
yeah, he's hiding. he's got takamine between his legs, they're all connected together, his knees are pulled up close to his chest, and this whole situation is very, very embarrassing. but, midori's voice is quiet, soft and familiar, and he blinks at the praise and jerks back a little, surprised, staring at him. ] What?
amazing
It's... a lot. Midori isn't sure how he faces it, some days. But for as much as he'd rather curl up in bed, under the blankets, and never come out, he also doesn't really like the idea of never seeing his Ryusei Red again. The hero that parted the clouds over his life.
... he'd also miss this, admittedly. Chiaki is really, stupidly cute when he gets this embarrassed. Not that he doesn't also get embarrassed, even in moments like this, where it's tight heat and the press of skin on skin, but it's not the point. Chiaki, boisterous and brave and bright, is so red that he's practically on fire. It's great.
Even if his own face starts turning red when he realizes what's just come out of his mouth. That reaction has him leaning back, as well, one blink, then another, meeting Chiaki's stare. And then Midori turns his head away, shoulders curling upwards to hunch closer to his jaw where he's got them up a little already from supporting his weight on either side of his senpai's body. God, why did he say something like that?
No matter how true it is. But it's a little too late to take it back, now. ] You're amazing.
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they're still connected where he's leaned away from him, and made himself look small. that pings his concern, too, and chiaki splutters for just a second, like he's trying to gather his thoughts properly over everything that was just said, including the second part.
there's a long pause, and then-- ]
Takamiiiiiiineeeeee....
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That was so cool! I'm totally--you got me, a surprise shot to the heart!!! You're saying so many cool things!
[ he's sitting up, now, hands on midori's shoulders.... they're still sort of connected, but clearly Nothing Stops Chiaki ] I'm so proud of you!!!
[ still bright red, and...yeah, teary eyed. ]
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Of course, then Chiaki has his outburst, and Midori dies a little inside. At least that's normal, right? ]
Morisawa-senpai - [ He accommodates for his movements as best he can, fumbling and eventually just. Taking him by the backs of the thighs and letting his own weight and Chiaki's momentum take him back. Guess he's got a lapful of boyfriend now. Not like he has any complaints about that, or at least ones that aren't incredibly halfhearted. This is a good weight. Even fi he's embarrassing him. ]
I'm not - that wasn't cool - senpai - [ Embarrassing!!! ]
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....but he's also distracted, so please, pause button on sex for a minute. he puts his hands on takamine's chest and looks very earnest in his direction. the sun is practically shining directly in his face. ] It was!! Takamine, you're growing up right before my eyes!!! Every day you make me prouder!!!
[ god shut the fuck up you're so embarrassing ]
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Morisawa-senpai, you're embarrassing. [ s t o p
He slides his hands up from the backs of his thighs to his hips, up further before dipping in so he can wrap his arms around him and just. Drop his face into his shoulder. Shut up, Chiaki, oh my god.
The sun came out, but it's a little too much for his weary heart. It swells in his chest under the praise - who's praising who, here? - before he starts to shake his head where his forehead is resting in the cradle of neck and shoulder. ] I'm just. It wasn't cool. You just - I wanted to tell you -
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I'm glad you told me. [ he says, very seriously, maybe just a little less goofy, and he rubs his cheek against his neck for a brief second. you can hear the fondness in his voice. ] I love that about you, Takamine, I really do!
[ well, he loves lots of things about takamine, but that's a good place to start! and, just to punctuate it, he presses an affectionate kiss to his cheek, complete with an 'mmmwah'! ]
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They're in the middle of sex, and he somehow makes it. This. Whatever this is. An embarrassing conga line of warm emotions that are going to make Midori explode, probably.
The noise lodges in his throat when Chiaki says love, and he squeezes his arms tight around him, mushing his face further into the warm, soft space he's hidden himself in. His voice comes out muffled while he's hiding, but it peters out from him saying something into a sound halfhearted and more affection-filled in response to the obnoxiously noisy kiss.
God, that's endearing, too. ]
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he gives him another little squeeze, mostly because he couldn't really hear if he said anything and is therefore going to bulldoze right over it. there are better things to be doing right now, after all!
like kissing midori's face. again. and again!! and again, and again, until he's basically peppering him with kisses, squeezing him close in his arms and rocking back a little with the exaggerated gesture of it--
which was almost immediately a mistake. he makes a little noise, surprised, because hello, friction, and...oh, man, he was really turned on wasn't he.
oh yeah.......................... ]
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... until Chiaki moves way too much, and then he makes his own surprised noise, strained and a little punched out of him. ]
Morisawa-senpai - [ Jesus Christ that was a mistake. He's buried inside him and has a lapful of squirming sentai and can feel where Chiaki's found a line of friction against his stomach. It's all a lot at once.
His eyes aren't opening again, and his brow furrows now to join the way he's screwed them tightly shut, his head tipping so that he can bonk their foreheads together again. But instead of seeking loose purchase against Chiaki's back, Midori's hands move to his waist, like that can somehow stop an unstoppable force from moving. ]
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some of that shyness comes back, too. he feels takamine's hands slide down to his waist and pulls his head away just a little bit to look down at him. this is happening, right this second, and oh god, but, well--at least his eyes are closed? their size difference is moot now with the way they're sitting, and he sucks in a breath, letting go where he's holding on tight to return his hands up to his shoulders, holding on.
he has to... have they ever done this before? like this? oh god. takamine is right there, he's going to have to watch him go--go--
chiaki makes a noise, a whine, and shuts his eyes. ]
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Unfortunately, he can't really focus too much on that. The thought enters his mind and then is a fleeting thing. Because he feels Chiaki's hands on his shoulders, and he's moved away a little, and it's harder for him to really breathe in this enclosed space, where all he can smell and taste and feel is this boy that he loves so much.
The whine makes him open his eyes, though, as Chiaki closes his. And he looks at him, takes him in. Squeezing his hands where they sit, Midori leans forward, surging in that close space where their height difference has disappeared so that he can kiss him. They haven't done it like this before, despite the fact they've definitely kissed like this, so it's.
A lot. For him, too. ]
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now that they're close like this, he can feel everything. he's in charge, here, which means he should be acting like a hero--so, a little carefully, chiaki rolls his hips downward, shifting midori a little deeper inside of him. it almost immediately tears a noise out of his throat, obnoxious and loud into the kiss, and he grips on just a little tighter in response. it's easier to push his fingers back into his hair as he does it again, holding tight and keeping their mouths messily pressed together as he starts to rock his hips back and forth, relishing in the friction that's coming from this newly close position. ]
Taka--ahh.. [ he starts, up against midori's mouth, but for once in his recent life, the rock of their hips is keeping ryuusei's red's mouth shut. ]
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Midori whimpers a little, himself, when Chiaki makes a noise into the kiss as he moves. It feels perfect, as it always does with this burst of sunlight personified, but it's just so sudden that he feels a little gutpunched. And it just continues, with the grip on his hair and the movement of hips. That sweet friction, and the tight heat that envelopes him.
Midori doesn't resist it. He rocks his hips up into Chiaki's, moving one hand to curl around the back of his thigh, the other grabbing his face. Like he's afraid that he'll change his mind, suddenly, and stop kissing him. ]
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luckily, the kiss helps to muffle him a little bit. chiaki may be an idiot, but there's not a chance he's going to pull away from the kiss from his junior. it's hot and good and just adds to the friction between them, and his fingers clutch a little tighter into his hair, pulling the messy strands just a little bit as he rolls his hips forward. it's deep and adventurous, as bold as chiaki has ever been, and it makes him moan a little louder into his mouth.
at least he's not talking, for once. no--the noises he's making are plentiful, but they're quiet and muffled against his lips, as he rocks his hips forward against him again. ]
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He goes to take advantage of Chiaki's moan, licking into his mouth with more boldness than he usually displays. He can't help it, not with the way every point of contact feels electified, leaving him wanting more, truly needing more.
There's no room for embarrassment, either, and Midori actually shifts so he can get better purchase. Against the bed, in holding his perfect, stupid boyfriend. His leader.
His hero.
It makes it easier to roll his hips up to meet him, and gets a low moan of his own muffled into the deep kiss. ]
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the shift makes him whimper, too, because it's good. midori pushes back with him and he gasps and whines, stopping the kiss to bonk their foreheads together. it's almost sweet, as he whimpers his name again and picks his hips up to drop down against him again, just a little harder. it feels so good, and chiaki wants to tell him so, wants to tell takamine how much he likes him, how good it feels to be this close to him, but (probably luckily for midori), the words are currently being fucked out of his mouth, so. ]
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So, maybe Chiaki's being fucked into senselessness, but Midori's still got something left. Admittedly, it's not something his brain to mouth filter isn't in on, but, whatever. It's fine. ]
Senpai, you're so good. [ A beat, but only because he has to bite his lip with a perfect movement that feels like it drives him deeper. Chiaki has the most control here, but he's actually trying to keep up. ] You're perfect.
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who knows. maybe it's the situation that it's occurring in, or maybe it's just the sincerity in his voice, but midori says that and he whines, the loudest noise he's made yet, reverberating deep in his chest as he ends up pulling his head just a little bit away, eyes squinted shut.
i'm not, he wants to say, just a little, a part of him that never quite died, but he ends up just breathing out his name again and rocking his hips forward a little harder, lifting up and coming all the way back down, noises breaking into something softer and staccato with each jerk of his hips. yeah...he liked that. ]
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It'd been mindless but sincere, this time and the first, and Midori opens his eyes i surprise when Chiaki whines. It lets him see the look on his face, and he can watch him lift up almost completely, and...
And, god, Morisawa Chiaki is imperfectly perfect. He's too loud, so dense, overworks himself, can't read a mood.
But he's genuine, infectuously energetic, loves with his whole heart and body, and so loyal that it makes Midori's head spin. He has to bite harder on his lip again to keep it from stupidly wobbling, except then a gutpunched moan is pulled out of him with the way that Chiaki fucks back down onto him. His eyes flutter and he slides his hand back around into his hair, now, the other bruisingly tight on the jut of his hip. ] Y-you are. God, you are. And I've always thought that.
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he wants to say how pretty he is, what a good member of ryuuseitai he is, how much he returns the favor, but when midori grabs onto his hips like that, his instinct takes over instead. he jerks his hips forward and returns the motion again, focusing on his words and the hot, perfect feeling of midori pushing up into him like that. it's overwhelming, and good, and he keeps using his words, overall distracting him. ]
Taka--mmn--ahhn-- [ but, yeah, he's not gonna be able to say anything. instead, he picks his arms up to wrap tight around his shoulders, pulling midori in a little towards
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titschest. There's a little mmf noise, but he doesn't complain much, and instead drops his fingers from Chiaki's hair to get real purchase on his hips. There's no reason for him to keep his eyes open when he's in this position, so he just focuses on the feel of Chiaki above and around him, sweet heat and nonsensical words and the grip of his hands and arms.The muscles in his arms flex as he lifts, helping every rock of hips, making it so Chiaki isn't putting all of the weight and power into his thighs. Not that he doesn't love the sensation, but still.
Midori's priorities are clinging onto his captain, meeting the roll of his body with the thrust of his own hips, and... well, telling Chiaki how he feels. Easier, now, with how he's hidden. ] You're why - ah, ah - you're why I didn't give up. Everything about you... you're so good, and I -
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you're why i didn't give up.
it's all very, very overwhelming, so chiaki can't help but tear up, as takamine talks at him and pushes up into him all at once. he's strong enough to drive the pace really easily, but they're working as a team, and he squeezes his arms tight around midori's shoulders, dropping his head back to the ceiling and screwing his eyes shut, just enjoying it, just enjoying every motion and the things he's saying, open his mouth and letting soft gasps escape with each thrust. ]
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