[ 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 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. ]