[ 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. ]
[ though chiaki's definitely a little oversensitive as midori pushes forward up into him, he valiantly rides through it, hips driving down against takamine's as he murmurs in his ear, a little broken but no less confident for it. ] Come on, Midori, come with me-- [ which sounds a lot dirtier than chiaki really meant it to, but it's mindless. it's just chiaki being chiaki, the leader of ryuuseitai, encouraging every member of his unit, even if they're depressed and say they want to die every time chiaki shows a little fire in his direction.
chiaki won't let him. he's been there. he won't let midori fall, ever, and he'll encourage him every step of the way.
...however, he does go a little boneless as everything hits him all at once when they've settled down, and chiaki just. plants his face in midori's shoulder, practically steaming a little. ]
[ Unfair. Midori thinks that Chiaki coaxing him through to the end is so, so unfair. That's the voice that encourages him through his worst, lowest points. It's the voice that brings him out of the dark, lights up everything, leaves him feeling raw sometimes. But here, now, there's no way he can shy away. Nowhere he can go, like when he gets overwhelmed by his leader. His captain. The sun embodied.
His mouth falls open, and all he can do is sit there in a practical heap with Morisawa, trying to catch his breath. He can't pull away, though. Even if all he can smell, taste, feel, is Morisawa Chiaki.
... yeah, he's steaming, too, as he slumps right up against Chiaki in return. ]
[ well, don't worry, chiaki has yet to actually realize what he said out loud, so he's not even aware of being a little bit unfair. he keeps his face buried in takamine's shoulder for a little while, so embarrassed that his cheeks are blazing, giving off heat of its own.
...but he's happy. he's really happy, actually, boneless and satiated and warm inside and out. even if he's embarrassed, even if the reality of everything is coming back to him with his senses. the fact that they're still kind of connected, which he remembers at the last minute.
how close they are, as teammates...!! what interrupts the silence between them, besides their breath is not chiaki saying something embarrassing, but rather, a sniffle. he pulls back, a little, just enough to look at midori on an even playing field, and wipes his eyes like the big baby he is. ]
[ Funny how much Chiaki tends to radiate heat, even burn, when he gets embarrassed to this kind of degree. Midori manages to not horribly burn, flushed as he gets, but it's a near thing, especially when Chiaki sits up and wipes his eyes. He has to sit up a dlift his head to get a look at him, and lets out abwet laugh when he sees him. ]
Senpai... [ Slowly, he reaches up to cup his cheeks, hands a little shaky, but thumbs steady as he sweeps them under his eyes. ] You're going to make me cry, you know.
[ With that said, Midori pulls him forward and down, bonking their foreheads together. Even if he's embarrassed and they're still connected, to the point that he'll be sensitive and overstimulated when they try to move, he... almost doesn't want to. ]
Sorry! [ he does apologize, at least, laughing a little awkwardly as he lets midori wipe the tears from his face. his cheeks are still wet under midori's fingers, and he tilts into his hands, nuzzling into the soft, sweet pressure from his skin. ]
I'm just--! [ oof. the bonk helps shut him up again, and he settles into it, his hands moving to match him too, fingers just brushing the edge of his jaw. for someone so intense, it's a very gentle touch, and it matches the quiet in his voice. ] ...I liked it. I like it when you call me by my name, Midori.
[ he ducks in to plant a kiss on him, too. ] I got excited. Haha! [ no... really.... ]
[ How endearing. And how funny. Chiaki apologizes, and Midori just shakes his head a little before the bonk. This beautiful, dramatic idiot, bright as the sun and just as unstoppable. God, he really does love him.
And that makes hus heart thump in his chest all over again. God! His smile wobbles but doesn't waver, his eyes wet but no tears spilling yet. He'll hold it in, if he can. ] I-I liked it when you called me by my name. I like it now. I like it a lot.
[ Mf. The kiss levels his smile out again, and Midori strokes his thumbs over his cheeks just for the gesture, now. ] ... that's okay, today, I think?
A hero's heart is never calmed! [ chiaki chirps, because even a little sex dumb and a lot emotional, morisawa chiaki is still morisawa chiaki. his confident, assured smile is still there, but it's softer than normal, fonder than ever, as midori thumbs at his cheeks. ]
Let's continue being excited together. [ really, embarrassing, chiaki...
either way, he ducks in and presses a little kiss to his mouth, sealing his words with it, and midori can probably tell that he's swaying a little, maybe just a little tired. that was a lot for this hero... ]
That's for sure... [ Midori mutters it under his breath, but fondly, rather than disparagingly, like he might've once done. Because Chiaki is smiling brightly, and saying things like this, and kissing him.
It's easy for him to softly hush his depression, like this. So he can kiss him back, still smiling, even laughing a little under his breath before... well, yeah. The fact that Chiaki is swaying is pretty obvious, when he's still buried inside him. ]
I'd like that, senpai. [ Soft, quiet. A little tentative. But very sincere, before he reaches to scoop his hands around the backs of Chiaki's thighs to lift him up so he can pull out and get him laid back.
Ignoring, of course, the shudder and hiss that come from sensitivity. ]
Oof. [ chiaki is very impressed by midori's strength! he makes an approving noise and helps a little, even if his thighs feel like they're made of lead; he shivers a little bit too as he pulls away, fingers curling gently in midori's back.
thankfully, they at least prepared properly and it hasn't left much of a mess, but as they get settled, chiaki glances down at himself and notices the actual mess he made of both of their stomachs.
...oops. well...that's a problem for later, probably. gingerly, he lifts himself up and off of midori's lap, shifting into the space beside him and stretching his arms out before he inevitably just passes out asleep. he's already missing the warmth of having him so close. ] Me too!
[ because it's true! he can't imagine anything he'd like more. ]
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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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chiaki won't let him. he's been there. he won't let midori fall, ever, and he'll encourage him every step of the way.
...however, he does go a little boneless as everything hits him all at once when they've settled down, and chiaki just. plants his face in midori's shoulder, practically steaming a little. ]
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His mouth falls open, and all he can do is sit there in a practical heap with Morisawa, trying to catch his breath. He can't pull away, though. Even if all he can smell, taste, feel, is Morisawa Chiaki.
... yeah, he's steaming, too, as he slumps right up against Chiaki in return. ]
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...but he's happy. he's really happy, actually, boneless and satiated and warm inside and out. even if he's embarrassed, even if the reality of everything is coming back to him with his senses. the fact that they're still kind of connected, which he remembers at the last minute.
how close they are, as teammates...!! what interrupts the silence between them, besides their breath is not chiaki saying something embarrassing, but rather, a sniffle. he pulls back, a little, just enough to look at midori on an even playing field, and wipes his eyes like the big baby he is. ]
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Senpai... [ Slowly, he reaches up to cup his cheeks, hands a little shaky, but thumbs steady as he sweeps them under his eyes. ] You're going to make me cry, you know.
[ With that said, Midori pulls him forward and down, bonking their foreheads together. Even if he's embarrassed and they're still connected, to the point that he'll be sensitive and overstimulated when they try to move, he... almost doesn't want to. ]
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I'm just--! [ oof. the bonk helps shut him up again, and he settles into it, his hands moving to match him too, fingers just brushing the edge of his jaw. for someone so intense, it's a very gentle touch, and it matches the quiet in his voice. ] ...I liked it. I like it when you call me by my name, Midori.
[ he ducks in to plant a kiss on him, too. ] I got excited. Haha! [ no... really.... ]
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And that makes hus heart thump in his chest all over again. God! His smile wobbles but doesn't waver, his eyes wet but no tears spilling yet. He'll hold it in, if he can. ] I-I liked it when you called me by my name. I like it now. I like it a lot.
[ Mf. The kiss levels his smile out again, and Midori strokes his thumbs over his cheeks just for the gesture, now. ] ... that's okay, today, I think?
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Let's continue being excited together. [ really, embarrassing, chiaki...
either way, he ducks in and presses a little kiss to his mouth, sealing his words with it, and midori can probably tell that he's swaying a little, maybe just a little tired. that was a lot for this hero... ]
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It's easy for him to softly hush his depression, like this. So he can kiss him back, still smiling, even laughing a little under his breath before... well, yeah. The fact that Chiaki is swaying is pretty obvious, when he's still buried inside him. ]
I'd like that, senpai. [ Soft, quiet. A little tentative. But very sincere, before he reaches to scoop his hands around the backs of Chiaki's thighs to lift him up so he can pull out and get him laid back.
Ignoring, of course, the shudder and hiss that come from sensitivity. ]
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thankfully, they at least prepared properly and it hasn't left much of a mess, but as they get settled, chiaki glances down at himself and notices the actual mess he made of both of their stomachs.
...oops. well...that's a problem for later, probably. gingerly, he lifts himself up and off of midori's lap, shifting into the space beside him and stretching his arms out before he inevitably just passes out asleep. he's already missing the warmth of having him so close. ] Me too!
[ because it's true! he can't imagine anything he'd like more. ]