[ 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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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. ]