the moon is rising on this dangerous night //

[heavenlydecree]

[Takatora had, as usual, buried himself in work all day. He'd even stayed out far later than usual due to a few back-to-back business meetings, though he'd been kind enough to spare a few moments to let Mitsuzane know. He didn't want his younger brother to worry about where he was or why he wasn't home on time. Unfortunately, he was a bit vague with saying "probably around midnight". It had been one of those nights, meetings followed by outings and social drinking. Takatora had honestly never cared for it, but it was something he did because it made business partners happy. People talked a lot more when they had alcohol in their system as well, but Takatora had been careful to be polite in his acceptance of drinks while still going slow enough to maintain his composure. There was always the sinking concern that someone would manipulate information out of him while he was vulnerable. He couldn't allow that to happen.

By the time he returns home, it's closer to twelve-thirty. His clothing and everything about him smells of smoke and alcohol. It makes him a bit self-conscious, knowing it's completely out of character for him. He'd even, on one of his rare instances, accepted a cigarette from a colleague. It was a strange and nostalgic happening, but Takatora had thoroughly washed his mouth out afterwards. Still, the smell of smoke from that and the bar itself clung to him.

Takatora rubs at the back of his neck as he walks through the home, anxious to change out of his clothes. However, in passing Mitsuzane's door, he hesitates and then doubles back. It would be best to check on him in case he'd waited up. So he knocks, careful and light.]

Mitsuzane?

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[grapeeater]

[He strokes his brother's hair gently, murmuring softly.]

Ah... that's good, nii-san... that's really... really good.

[He idly wonders just how much experience Takatora has, and then dismisses the thought. That's not something to think of now.]

Please... do what you like to me...

[Part of him is screaming not to give up control, but giving up control now could be useful later. He runs his fingers down the back of Takatora's head to his neck, brushing the skin softly.]

[heavenlydecree]

[The line makes Takatora laugh briefly against Mitsuzane's skin, though he turns the brush of his lips into another kiss to quiet it. He brings up one hand to run his fingers through Mitsuzane's hair, lightly tangling his fingers in it. He pulls back, then hesitates slightly before giving Mitsuzane a simple, chaste kiss.]

You really do sound like me...

[grapeeater]

Maybe I do...

[He kisses Takatora back, more intently, trying to pull him in a bit more. Now that he's gotten worked up he's a bit more desperate, struggling to keep his breath even.]

[heavenlydecree]

[Takatora smiles against Mitsuzane's lips, kissing him again and giving a light tug to the other's hair.]

... it doesn't feel real. All of this...

[grapeeater]

It is. It's real. I'm here...

[He gasps slightly, and tightens his grip on the back of Takatora's neck. The teasing is nice, but he's just afraid he's going to not last long enough.]

[heavenlydecree]

[. . . Takatora hesitates, then tugs a bit harder, wrapping the strands around his fingers before doing so. He's known it to be a preference of his own, and they seem to match up fairly evenly on their kinks so far, so... Would that work as well?

Regardless, Takatora gives Mitsuzane's lip a light nip, and then another apologetic kiss.]

[grapeeater]

[He lets out a gasp and then another moan, hand slipping down as he loses himself in the sensation.]

Oh... that...

[He flushes, his neck starting to color as well. Takatora is good at this. Has he really been so obvious?]

[heavenlydecree]

... that feels good?

[Takatora smiles at the blush, though he seems a bit awkward at ... talking like this in bed. It's not bad, just unfamiliar and entirely out of his usual character. ... well, aside from the attitude and authority he tries to channel as Zangetsu. Or the Overseer. But to exercise that kind of authority in bed? ... he's not sure how much he likes it.

He pulls again, experimentally a bit harder, then gently rubs at Mitsuzane's scalp to get the pain to subside.]

My beautiful little brother...

[grapeeater]

Yes... it does.

[His eyes slip closed, and he shifts a bit, rolling his hips at the feeling.]

Nii-san... ah... I want you to make me feel even better...

[He can feel himself responding, his pants starting to tent a little bit. He blushes even darker, knowing that Takatora can probably see it.]

Is it okay that... that I want you to do even more to me? I just want to be close to you, nii-san...

[He pitches his voice up a bit more than he really needs to, but he just wants to keep this going for as long as he can.]

[heavenlydecree]

I don't want to hurt you.

[Well, not... ... not more than Mitsuzane wants, but if that is something Mitsuzane wants.... He's overthinking again, isn't he?

Takatora seems to stumble over himself again, flustering enough that he has to avert his gaze for a moment. For someone usually in such strong control of his surroundings, how was he failing so miserably now?]

[grapeeater]

I can take a lot more than you think I can, nii-san...

[He reaches out to tilt Takatora's chin back to face him again as he opens his eyes once more. His smile turns into a little bit of a grin, though not too much. It's a little hard to stay in control now.]

Please... I want you to... make me feel good...

[heavenlydecree]

[That phrasing catches Takatora a bit off guard. He allows Mitsuzane to turn his head, though he briefly looks away again.]

I... ... I'm not sure we should go much further...

[grapeeater]

... Why not?

[He frowns, pulling his hand away. Is he afraid? Why is he so afraid?]

It'll be okay...

[heavenlydecree]

[... does he really want to admit something like this?]

I don't want you to think less of me. ... and I... I-I'm not sure I'm ready...

[His voice quiets at the end of that. It's almost painful to say, but he wants to be honest.]

[grapeeater]

... Ah.

[He shakes his head a little and sits up, pressing a gentle kiss to Takatora's lips. Pushing it at this point is just going to be a bad idea, though he can't help but feel a little bit disappointed.]

[heavenlydecree]

[Takatora's heart drops. He can tell how much he's letting Mitsuzane down by doing this, but... He squirms slightly, not returning the kiss, before he sits back and gives Mitsuzane room to move around.]

[grapeeater]

[He pulls back and reaches out to run his hand down his brother's cheek.]

Do you want me to get you something for breakfast?

[heavenlydecree]

[It bothers Takatora that he can't tell if the action is done out of compassion, or an attempt to warm him back up to the situation. He lowers his gaze, then reaches for Mitsuzane's shirt and holds it out to him.]

I can take care of it.

[grapeeater]

[He nods, and slips his shirt back on carefully. He's not sure how he should handle the situation, but maybe he should just try to walk the line between things.]

Okay. Be sure to drink a lot of water today, nii-san. I don't want you to get a bad headache...

[heavenlydecree]

I will. ... I'll be fine.

[Maybe.

Takatora reaches forward and carefully cradles his brother's face in his hand, then leans forward to give him another gentle kiss. He draws it out a bit more than usual and it's clear he's using it as a non-verbal apology. ... which he follows up with a verbal one.]

I'm sorry, Mitsuzane...

[grapeeater]

You don't need to apologize.

[He just needs to think. He needs to figure it out. He needs to figure out what his next move should be.]

It's okay, nii-san.

[heavenlydecree]

[Takatora doesn't seem convinced. He pulls back, then slides out of bed before stalking off to the bathroom. Thankfully, it's connected to his bedroom and the two can continue talking if necessary. He starts digging through the cabinet for medicine, then fills up his glass with water. Being up and moving around makes him realize exactly how much his head has been hurting -- and exactly how worked up he is. The pounding in his head is not helping anything.]

[grapeeater]

[He shifts a little so he can watch his brother, and just keeps quiet while he works. He pulls his knees up to his chest, trying to think of his next move. ... Maybe he should just leave for the day. He does have things to take care of... but on the other hand he doesn't want his brother to think that he's running away.]

[heavenlydecree]

[Takatora seems to pick up well enough, though part of him does figure he should give Mitsuzane a way out, if that's what he wants. He takes his medicine and swallows a bit of water before returning to the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the frame. He keeps his glass in one hand, sipping at it.]

Did you have plans for the day?

[grapeeater]

Not really. I have things I could do, but not concrete plans...

[Not until later... but he has the feeling that he's not going to really be needed that much today anyway.]