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[truthstranger]

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[fabling]

[ Truly a mystery. ]

So I should have been more obvious, huh? [ Well, he was in the end. Nothing quite says "I like you" like a mirror of pink and purple post it notes in the shape of a heart with cute notes on them. ]

This isn't some weird revenge for me kissing your boyfriend is it?

[ Rather than sounding teasing though, it just sounds. Tired. ]

[truthstranger]

No.

[ firmly. ]

I don't mind that you kissed him at all, even if I wish he would have timed it a little bit better. But this isn't about that, right now. I just want to do it.

But... I won't if you don't want me to.

[fabling]

[ His eyes flicker up to his face at the firmness of the no, a little of the tension in him seeping out. He's still wound up, but it's better than it was. ]

I wanted you to the first time, y'know?

[ Slowly, his hands open up, permission granted. ]

[truthstranger]

[ He doesn't quite smile at that, but his face definitely brightens visibly. ]

Yeah. Sorry I took so long to get it.

[ He brings Ouma's hands to his lips to brush his fingertips. There aren't actually any cuts there. Then he moves to kiss his knuckles. He does drop some kisses lightly on the wrapped cuts, but mostly he appears to be intending to kiss every bit of bare skin left on his hands. ]

[fabling]

I-It's-- [ He tries to keep his voice even, for what it's worth. ] --fine.

[ But the kisses on his fingertips are enough to make his own face flush, tingles spreading from his fingertips to his toes. His breath feels off, but it's more because the feeling is pleasant rather than panic or anything like that. He doesn't look away, eyes on Shuichi's mouth the entire time, amazed that this is happening at all. ]

[truthstranger]

[ He finishes off his circuit at his fingertips again, kissing them a little more open-mouthed this time, so his tongue just brushes the pads of his fingers, before pulling back, his own face also red. ]

B-Better...?

[fabling]

[ His breath hitches high in his throat, face and ears on fire by the time he can feel the trace of tongue on the skin of his fingertips. ]

I dunno, Saihara-chan... Maybe you'll have to do it one more time.

[truthstranger]

[ Now he really does smile happily. ]

Whatever you say.

[ And he dips his head to do it again. The touches of his lips are much less hesitant this time, and he uses his tongue more, running over the tips of his thumbs and dipping into the hollows between his fingers, lifting his hands to press open-mouthed kisses to the insides of his palms. ]

[fabling]

[ It's only something simple really, but it's soft and warm and then there's tongue and he's having to bite his lip to keep in any noises he wants to make with the way it feels. He isn't even thinking about what happened earlier in the day, after the conversation that came before this...




It's nice to just let this happen. To let himself sink into the feeling of warmth that seems to be in the air around them now. ]

[truthstranger]

[ He lingers at it a while, but eventually he gets to the point where it's not really justifiable as 'one more time', and he pulls back again, though he still doesn't let go of Ouma's hands. ]

...How's that...?

[fabling]

[ He's dazed though, when it stops, and by the end there are probably bubbles floating in the air around them, though strangely enough... they aren't circular this time but shaped more like hearts? He hasn't noticed them yet, of course, he's too busy staring at Shuichi. ]

H...Huh?

[truthstranger]

[ Seeing the heart bubbles causes such a swell of affection in his chest that the air behind him suddenly sparkles and glints, somehow refracting rainbows in places, and it takes him a moment to actually respond. ]

Um... Is it better now?

[fabling]

Mmm... It feels it.

[ He can't tell anymore anyway when he's worked up over other things. ]

[truthstranger]

Good.

[ He drops their joined hands down to his lap, fingers still running lightly over the edges of the bandages. ]

[fabling]

[ His eyes flutter a little, stuttering between open and shut as he doesn't say anything else to that. The cuts are still sore of course, but it's fine. It's still soothing in a way. It isn't helping his sleepiness though. ]

[truthstranger]

[ He just lets the warm happy feeling settle for a while, but eventually, it becomes obvious how much Ouma's eyes are fluttering. ]

...It seems like you've had a long day... Do you want to stay and sleep?

[fabling]

[ He bites his lip and really he should sleep but-- Shuichi will probably be mad with him later if he doesn't bring it up. ]

Saihara-chan... I'm. [ A pause. ] Really hungry, actually.

[ In any other moment this could have been a hint, but no... just please give him some bread or something. ]

[truthstranger]

Ah! I'll get you something to eat first, then.

[ He finally lets go of his hands and stands back up. ]

I can make some eggs...?

[ Eat some protein please ]

[fabling]

That's fine. [ Then softer: ] Thanks, Saihara-chan.

[ While Shuichi stands up to walk towards the kitchen, he slumps over slowly... a bit like jelly to sprawl out on Shuichi's bed. ] If I fall asleep, wake me up, okay?

[truthstranger]

Mm, I'll wake you up when it's ready.

[ Said quietly, and he goes off to the kitchen, to cook him like three eggs and some toast. ]

[fabling]

[ He doesn't even manage to last until Shuichi leaves the room before he's dozing off. He doesn't have much energy as it is right now with how Verati was. Add in all the emotional mix of today he and it's a miracle he made it through all of this. ]

[truthstranger]

[ It doesn't actually take that long to cook eggs and toast, and he does feel a little bad waking Ouma up when he's clearly so immediately asleep. But he should probably eat, and eat while it's warm.

He touches his back lightly. ]

Ouma-kun.

[fabling]

[ It's fine this time, simply because the smell of food also has his eyes open to twist over, push himself up and rub his eyes with the back of his hands. ]

Saihara-chan, are you going to feed me?

[ Give him an inch and he'll take a mile ig ]

[truthstranger]

Ah... I can, but it's eggs on toast, so it might make a bit of a mess. At the very least, let's not get crumbs in the bed.

[fabling]

[ He lifts his hands up though to prove a point. ]

At least cut it up for me, then.