[ 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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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. ]