[ Just because he's part curious, and partly because he wants to laugh about this because it'll probably be something really weird if he's saying that. ]
I mean, I probably wouldn't even mind if you had a weird cat fetish and wanted me to wear ears and a tail y'know?
[ His fingers play at the nape of Ouma's neck, and he dips his own head to kiss the part of Ouma's head he can reach, and then talk, voice low and hesitant, into his hair. ]
M-Maybe... I should put some marks on you too? So you don't forget.
[ It's fine, at least with how he'd responded before he's ducked down enough to press his head against him that this is possible. Though his shoulders definitely tense up at the tone Shuichi's voice takes. Sure, it might be hesitant, but the lowness makes his spine tingle slightly -- especially because of what he says. ]
[ His fingers trace around to the side of Ouma's neck. His face feels like it's on fire even saying that much, but he's got to do his best here, so he continues. ]
Where would be a good spot for you, do you think...? Your neck? You could cover it up with your scarf, but we'd still know it was there.
[ His own face feels hot as his fingers touch his skin. Even with this much he's biting his lip and trying to keep his breath steady. ]
Yeah, that's fine. [ It may not be when it actually happens, but he's putting on a brave face for what he can already assume is going to be him dying a bit inside because it already feels like Too Much. ]
[ His voice is weak, but his hands go to Ouma's shoulders, and he rolls a bit, not all the way to be on top of Ouma, just shifting them sideways so he can have access to lean down to mouth from Ouma's jawline down his neck. ]
[ There's a second of panic, where his eyes go wide and his hands grip for where he can reach of Shuichi's shirt that is still pushed too high up. The relief that comes when he's only on his side is probably obvious too, a Bad Sign, but thanfully he can breathe out and settle once they're like this instead.
This. This is fine.
He exhales and tips his head, making room for him. ]
[ He starts out gentle, kissing a line down to the edge of his shoulder and then back up under his chin, open-mouthed but sucking only lightly, teasing, or maybe trying to soothe him a little. ]
[ It's helping, though he's still tense as he tries to squish down the rush of panic from before. He isn't panicking about this part, that'd be dumb. Especially when it sends pleasant tingles over his skin where Shuichi's lips press.
His skin is definitely flushing more, too. Breath coming out in softer little puffs of air, audible despite him trying to keep it level. ]
[ Shuichi hums a little against his throat, before settling at a spot just over his pulse to bite down, still softly, testing how Ouma reacts to the teeth pressing into his skin.
It's actually nice, to do this, easier than it was talking about it, since he can hear and feel Ouma's breath shorten, and he can settle into just doing things, confident enough it's going well that he doesn't have to think too hard, and a swell of happiness rises in his chest at that, too. ]
[ His eyes shut tight at the hum so close to his ear, but it's when he bites down that he really has to clench his jaw, teeth grinding as he holds back the rush of air to his lungs coming out in a blast.
His hands twist Shuichi's shirt. ]
You-- [ He stops himself, swallows and clears his throat from how croaky that sounded. ] Y'can do it harder, I'm not gonna break.
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You would...?
[ Maybe it's a bit more obvious he was totally BSing his way through that now. ]
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[ Rather than assuming Ouma was BSing he assumes maybe he was just trying to annoy him, or something. ]
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Why wouldn't it be okay? [ His own face is heating up this time, because he's thinking about it, but also because of what it means now. ]
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[ Just because he's part curious, and partly because he wants to laugh about this because it'll probably be something really weird if he's saying that. ]
I mean, I probably wouldn't even mind if you had a weird cat fetish and wanted me to wear ears and a tail y'know?
[ stOP HIM ]
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I don't have a cat fetish!
...I... didn't have anything specific in mind. I just meant... logically, it's impossible for nothing at all to be weird.
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[ He's just fucking with him thankfully, but do not be surprised if one day that happens now either. Sorry for your life, Shuichi. ]
Hmm... I guess so, but something like that is pretty normal, I think?
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I think so too, but you still seemed surprised, so...
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...Not for the reason you're thinking.
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Do you still... not believe I like you that much? That is, not that you don't trust me when I say it, but...
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Sorry.
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Mm, don't apologize. I'll just have to keep showing you.
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M-Maybe... I should put some marks on you too? So you don't forget.
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...Maybe you should.
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Where would be a good spot for you, do you think...? Your neck? You could cover it up with your scarf, but we'd still know it was there.
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Yeah, that's fine. [ It may not be when it actually happens, but he's putting on a brave face for what he can already assume is going to be him dying a bit inside because it already feels like Too Much. ]
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[ His voice is weak, but his hands go to Ouma's shoulders, and he rolls a bit, not all the way to be on top of Ouma, just shifting them sideways so he can have access to lean down to mouth from Ouma's jawline down his neck. ]
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This. This is fine.
He exhales and tips his head, making room for him. ]
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His skin is definitely flushing more, too. Breath coming out in softer little puffs of air, audible despite him trying to keep it level. ]
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It's actually nice, to do this, easier than it was talking about it, since he can hear and feel Ouma's breath shorten, and he can settle into just doing things, confident enough it's going well that he doesn't have to think too hard, and a swell of happiness rises in his chest at that, too. ]
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His hands twist Shuichi's shirt. ]
You-- [ He stops himself, swallows and clears his throat from how croaky that sounded. ] Y'can do it harder, I'm not gonna break.
[ More or less. ]
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