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[truthstranger]

[ In fact as soon as Ouma raises the covers he feels both a rush of heat and a wave of foreboding at the same time. When the touch comes to his chest he yelps in surprise, though really he doesn't know what he expected. ]

O, Ouma-kun?!

[fabling]

Mm? [ He hasn't moved away yet, even after Shuichi yelps. He only actually moves to nudge the covers high enough to see him again. There's a faint flush to his face, but he's smiling when he catches his eye. ]

Isn't it pretty funny, Shuichi? I ended up capturing your heart for real after all.

[truthstranger]

[ That look on Ouma's face makes him feel warm, and he tugs the edge of the blanket slightly higher so he can see him better as he feels a helpless embarrassed smile cross his own face. ]

Y-Yeah, I guess you did. It's funny how things end up. I'm really happy that you're capturing my heart this way now.

[fabling]

Hmmmm... [ He sounds more thoughtful than in agreement though, eyes sinking a little to Shuichi's lips, then his neck, then back down to his chest. His own mouth is already curving up into less of a smile and more of a ... smirk? ]

What about like this?

[ Sorry for everything, Shuichi, but he'll be biting down on that same spot now. Nom. ]

[truthstranger]

Ah!!

[ It's a yell of surprise more than of pain; it does hurt a little, but that's overshadowed by the wave of warm feeling that shoots through him. His hands instinctively go to Ouma's shoulders, but they just kind of grip there, not trying to push him away. ]

A-Ah, that's... um, I don't mind that either...

[fabling]

[ His shoulders twitch when Shuichi grabs them, eyes sliding up to his face and then he mouths over the spot, tongue pressing there as well—only to suck on it a second later. He seems very intent on making the spot all bruised. ]

[truthstranger]

[ Shuichi squirms as Ouma sucks on his skin, incapable of holding still but still not really trying to go anywhere. ]

P-Possessive... huh?

[ From the breathy tone to his voice it's not really a complaint. ]

[fabling]

[ Once that's done he lets his cheek press there again, breathing in. ]

At least it's hidden, right? [ So that's a "yes" ] You should see the mess I made of Momo-chan, it'll be embarrassing for him to go anywhere for a while.

[ RIP ]

[truthstranger]

[ Now that he's not surprised and anxious about it, thinking about Ouma making a mess of Kaito with hickeys makes Shuichi's breath catch in a way that's very obvious with Ouma pressed against his chest. Oops.

He saves reflecting on that one for later and tries to save some face. ]

A-Ah... Momo-chan, huh...?

[fabling]

[ His mouth curves wider when he feels his breath catch, unable not to with his ear and cheek pressed there. ]

One of the many names he's gonna have to get used to. Do you want a cute nickname too, Shuu-chan?

[truthstranger]

[ How is he going to survive this ]

Shuichi is fine...

[fabling]

[ How is he going to indeed. ]

Is it that embarrassing? What if I whisper it in your ear really lowly?

[truthstranger]

[ Thinking about Ouma whispering anything in his ear makes him take a moment to respond to that with anything relevant. ]

It's fine... that is, you can call me whatever you want.

[ and then another moment to reconsider giving that broad permission ]

...Um, in private, definitely.

[fabling]

[ Why just think about it when it can be reality? Meaning he pauses to smile at him when he's given permission (and he doesn't have to worry about that, in public he'll always be Saihara-chan anyway, just to save both of them some face) but right now?

Right now he plans on using this.

He leans up, laying himself fully across him, head back out from under the blankets to nuzzle against Shuichi's ear. His voice dips the next time he speaks: ]

Okay, Shuu-chan.

[truthstranger]

[ That nickname is still ridiculous, but the tone of his voice and the soft breath on his ear makes a brush of warmth go through him, and he tightens an arm around Ouma slightly. ]

O-Ouma-kun...

[fabling]

[ Of course it is, that's how he rolls--but he can feel his arm tighten enough while they're like this. He follows through by kissing his ear next, lips brushing over the shell and down, teeth nipping at the lobe. ]

Mm?

[truthstranger]

[ 'I wasn't expecting you to really do it', is what's on the tip of his tongue, but that's silly, since at this point he should probably expect Ouma to do anything. Even if they weren't together he probably would have done that. So maybe it's just that he's still incredulous that Ouma's actually here, in bed with him, happily sprawled over him and nipping at his ear in ways that make it hard to stay calm. ]

...I'm really happy. That—you're here, that...

[ He trails off. ]

...everything.

[fabling]

[ Shuichi haven't you learned by now that you should both expect everything and also not expect anything at the same time. ]

...Everything? [ He repeats back, curious enough that he shifts to lift himself. ]

[truthstranger]

...That... we're together, that you want to... do things... that you're also with Momota-kun...

[ Now that he's saying it, with Ouma paying attention, he feels self-conscious, and his voice gets weaker as he continues and trails off. ]

[fabling]

Will be. [ He corrects him, then less certain: ] Maybe. I guess.

[ Because despite what happened, there's still a lot of. Issues. There. ]

[truthstranger]

...I'm sure you two can work it out.

[ Sincere, and then, a little lighter: ]

He'll have to deal with... um, you marking him up, either way, right? So you've got some kind of claim on him.

[fabling]

[ His lips curve slightly at that. ]

Aaah, Shuu-chan really is a quick learner. He's more fun to embarrass though, y'know? So maybe I'll leave them in places really easy to spot like here... [ He sits up fully, straddling Shuichi completely now, as he points to under Shuichi's jaw. ] Or here. [ He drags his finger up towards his ear. ] Or maybe I'll just be really mean and leave another constellation on his neck.

As Shuu-chan has a respectable job I'll have to leave them elsewhere right? Like here. [ He taps over the one he left over his heart earlier. ] Or maybe here.

[ He is not as confident this time when he does it, but it isn't obvious when his fingers drift to gently press against a nipple. ]

Who knows?

[truthstranger]

[ He's already flustered starting at the time Ouma sits up, and by the time he touches his nipple it causes a sharp inhale, and when he talks his voice is breathy and hesitant. But he's trying his best. ]

I... I like the idea of it. Having marks you left me in places where no one can see them... but I'll know they're there.

[fabling]

[ He doesn't really expect for him to actually respond so positively either, so his lips part a little--surprised but in a pleasant way. ]

You would...?

[ Maybe it's a bit more obvious he was totally BSing his way through that now. ]

[truthstranger]

Y-Yeah. Is that okay...?

[ Rather than assuming Ouma was BSing he assumes maybe he was just trying to annoy him, or something. ]