[ 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. ]
[ If he was thinking, even a little, then there is no way that Midori would be blurting out as much as he is. But he's not thinking, and his mouth runs ever faster away from him as they work together, each and every movement in tandem. It feels good in more ways than the physical, leaving his heart swelling again. They're a team, on their own and when they're with the others.
And that's what fuels what comes out of his mouth, next, falling out before he can stop it. His eyes are squeezed shut, his forehead pressed to Chiaki's collar. And it just happens. ]
[ it's hard to think about anything right now besides the heat of midori in him, around him--he's practically clinging on with his strong thighs, squeezing a little as a particularly deep, hard thrust sends a shiver down his back.
but, midori says he loves him, and chiaki just stops moving. he looks at midori with him, panting softly, eyes opening properly to really look at him, and chiaki wells up with tears immediately. ]
Takamine...!! [ could he feel any closer to midori than he does right now? chiaki doubts it!! his arms wrap tight around him again, and he squeezes him in a hug, and, yeah. he is definitely crying. ] I love you too--!
[ Embarrassment could be surging through him, even as Chiaki wails at him - especially then - but Midori is absorbed in what they're doing. How his Ryusei Red reacts to him, both in what he does and what he says. And maybe his skin feels hotter, and hotter, his face and neck bright now. Were he not holding onto Chiaki, it was entirely likely that his hands would be shaking a bit. Just a touch, enough to make his nerves ovbvious.
Nerves that he's felt before, but endeavors to dismiss. And that gets easier with Chiaki's outburst. His heart swells again, elated and leaving him to soak up the way Chiaki lights up, the way he looks at him.
He wants to shy away. But Midori just clings right back onto him, eyes squeezing shut as he lets a shudder roll up his spine. Their movements are a lot more delayed, now, but he gives another little shift that chases that chill. Since... ]
[ boy, if you thought he was sniffy before, it's even worse now. takamine calls him his given name, for the first time. and normally, it might be impertinent for a kohai to do such a thing, but chiaki's red ryusei heart has never felt so warm.
he ends up curling over him, clinging on tight and reducing their movement to just their hips, up and down, up and down. it's more shallow as he hits right up against a good spot, and the tears that leak out of chiaki's eyes are not voluntary, as he curls his hands tight against his back. ]
Midori. [ he says back, deep in his chest, and pants, his eyes screwing up. ] I--uhhh...., more--
[ Nerves bubble up in his gut, a familiar, anxious feeling, but Chiaki soothes the sensation away immediately as he curls over him. It's so warm and safe, here, leaving his shoulders going from tense to melting, his heart pounding in his ears but happy. Thrumming.
And then he says his name, and his eyes squeeze shut tighter against his own tears trying to form. God, god, he loves Chiaki. And the way his voice builds from his chest, it's like he's singing his name in that perfect baritone.
Midori moves from where he holds his thighs, letting go so they can just rock their hips together. Like he can drive himself deeper and deeper. But it lets him wrap his arms tight around him, clinging even more as he makes a helpless noise deep in his own chest. ]
[ chiaki's not going to last much longer, for sure. each sideways thrust is making electric shocks shoot up his spine, and the heat and friction between them is getting overwhelming. there are still tears at the corner of his eyes, falling down his cheeks, wetting midori's hair, and if he had any form of self control, it's definitely gone now.
...still, even though chiaki is usually loud (and in bed is no exception), here it's a little different. the noises that come out of his mouth are smaller, more desperate, a taka-taka-taka--midori-- right in his ears as he jerks his hips down against his.
one last cling and a thrust of their hips, and chiaki gasps sharply, then buries his nose in midori's hair. his back arches up and he sobs out his name one last time as he comes, making an utter mess between them as he rocks his hips down and squeezes tight around midori. ]
[ People have said his name, given and surname alike, and Midori has felt various emotions every time. But, this time, he can feel something clench up in his chest, making thr back of his throat burn a little with the sensation. He can't believe he's feeling weepy, but Chiaki's crying and keeps saying his name like that, is desperately clinging to him, and just. He's a mess.
Chiaki, Chiaki, Chiaki is his answer back, as he fucks up into him a little unsteadily. What little control he has is slipping out of his fingers, especially when Chiaki tightens around him. It happens just become he comes, all up against his abs where they're pressed so tight together, and then Midori's gone right after him as he rides out Chiaki's orgasm.
It's with a slight keen of Chiaki's name, and he presses his face into his shoulder to try and smother it. Try to hide, really, but also cling onto him tighter. ]
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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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And that's what fuels what comes out of his mouth, next, falling out before he can stop it. His eyes are squeezed shut, his forehead pressed to Chiaki's collar. And it just happens. ]
That's why I love you. So, so much.
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but, midori says he loves him, and chiaki just stops moving. he looks at midori with him, panting softly, eyes opening properly to really look at him, and chiaki wells up with tears immediately. ]
Takamine...!! [ could he feel any closer to midori than he does right now? chiaki doubts it!! his arms wrap tight around him again, and he squeezes him in a hug, and, yeah. he is definitely crying. ] I love you too--!
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Nerves that he's felt before, but endeavors to dismiss. And that gets easier with Chiaki's outburst. His heart swells again, elated and leaving him to soak up the way Chiaki lights up, the way he looks at him.
He wants to shy away. But Midori just clings right back onto him, eyes squeezing shut as he lets a shudder roll up his spine. Their movements are a lot more delayed, now, but he gives another little shift that chases that chill. Since... ]
Mm... [ His name? Well, almost. ] Ch... Chiaki -
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he ends up curling over him, clinging on tight and reducing their movement to just their hips, up and down, up and down. it's more shallow as he hits right up against a good spot, and the tears that leak out of chiaki's eyes are not voluntary, as he curls his hands tight against his back. ]
Midori. [ he says back, deep in his chest, and pants, his eyes screwing up. ] I--uhhh...., more--
[ god, he can't even think straight. ]
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And then he says his name, and his eyes squeeze shut tighter against his own tears trying to form. God, god, he loves Chiaki. And the way his voice builds from his chest, it's like he's singing his name in that perfect baritone.
Midori moves from where he holds his thighs, letting go so they can just rock their hips together. Like he can drive himself deeper and deeper. But it lets him wrap his arms tight around him, clinging even more as he makes a helpless noise deep in his own chest. ]
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...still, even though chiaki is usually loud (and in bed is no exception), here it's a little different. the noises that come out of his mouth are smaller, more desperate, a taka-taka-taka--midori-- right in his ears as he jerks his hips down against his.
one last cling and a thrust of their hips, and chiaki gasps sharply, then buries his nose in midori's hair. his back arches up and he sobs out his name one last time as he comes, making an utter mess between them as he rocks his hips down and squeezes tight around midori. ]
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Chiaki, Chiaki, Chiaki is his answer back, as he fucks up into him a little unsteadily. What little control he has is slipping out of his fingers, especially when Chiaki tightens around him. It happens just become he comes, all up against his abs where they're pressed so tight together, and then Midori's gone right after him as he rides out Chiaki's orgasm.
It's with a slight keen of Chiaki's name, and he presses his face into his shoulder to try and smother it. Try to hide, really, but also cling onto him tighter. ]
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