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[If there was one thing Takatora was sure he should have learned by now, it would be how to keep his life in perfect running order. He had been the head of Yggdrasill's Research and Development branch from the moment he'd left high school and even before that, his father had kept him on a tight and strict schedule, never a second unaccounted for or left out of place. Unfortunately, with all of Takatora's scheduling and trying to squeeze an extra hour into every day, he still felt as though he never had time for anything, let alone everything. Even his weekends left little time for himself, though Takatora was also painfully aware of his obsession with triple-checking everything under his command and bringing such weight onto himself. He couldn't allow for errors.

His morning routine started a bit later on the weekends, if only because Takatora knew he had to catch up on sleep at some point to make up for running himself ragged. Getting sick was something he couldn't risk. The usual morning routine went by quickly: dragging himself out of bed (he'd never become a morning person, as much as he wanted to), showering, getting dressed, checking for any news or alerts while he had been sleeping. Thankfully, nothing important had happened during the night. Takatora always lived with the fear of something awful happening while he was asleep that he would be unprepared for, but every morning brought the same temporary relief. For now.

Takatora headed out of his room after an hour or so, still checking his phone as he made his way down the hall and towards the stairs. Ryouma already wanted to talk to him about something, which was mildly surprising as Ryouma rarely (never) got out of bed so early, which meant he'd been up all night again. Stepping past one of the maids, Takatora spoke a return greeting to her as he continued on, paying more attention to typing out messages than his surroundings.]

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Mm. Tell me, Takatora. What exactly is it that you want me to do with you?

[This is so good. He'll have to look over the footage again later.]

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[... Takatora makes a horrible attempt at hiding his embarrassment, clenching his jaw as he always does when he's trying to keep a cool exterior. He's ignoring the question for the moment.]

-- aside from that, I'm creative enough to work around the problem with my shoulder, if necessary.

[Aw, come on.]

True.

[He leans in and draws a finger up Takatora's side carefully.]

I'm sure I can think of some way to keep it still.

[With the mood Takatora's in, even the light touch to his side is enough to make him squirm at first, gasping out a breath which he quickly quiets.]

I'm not sure I'm brave enough to ask.

[He chuckles and leans in, close enough so that his hair brushes Takatora's skin.]

Maybe I'll just have to show you.

[Takatora keeps his jaw tight for a moment before reaching up with the hand not associated with his heavily pained shoulder, grabbing for Ryouma to pull him over.]

You're usually full of surprises, but not all of them are good.

[He allows himself to be tugged over and leans against Takatora.]

It keeps things interesting. What's life without a little fun~?

Troublemaker...

[Takatora nudges Ryouma up, working the best he can from his current position to tangle his fingers in what hair isn't tied back. Usually, he'd do a bit more, but he's wary of having to make Ryouma redo his ponytail.

The look on his face shows he's thinking far too much about other things at the moment, but he's doing his best to keep distracted.]

Hm... but it keeps you on your toes.

[He nudges Takatora a little bit and leans so his mouth is near the other's ear.]

You enjoy it.

[Takatora shivers slightly, immediately clearing his throat to try and not draw attention to it.]

Sometimes I start to see the disadvantages in having known you for so long.

And yet I'm too interesting and useful to leave.

[He curls his fingers up and strokes down Takatora's throat. It would be so easy... but no.]

I would never leave you.

[The admission is a bit more revealing than he'd like, but it's nothing Takatora hasn't said before. At the touch to his throat, Takatora sighs again, tilting his head back and shifting his shoulder just enough to not pull on it more.]

Good.

[At least for now. He trails his fingers up and grips Takatora's jaw, leaning in to kiss him. He's hardly a romantic, but it gets Takatora excited, which is his goal at the moment.]

[The noise Takatora makes into the kiss is horribly embarrassing, but something he's unable to stop. He (carefully) curls his fingers more into Ryouma's hair, pulling him down further to deepen the kiss.

It's horribly well known to Ryouma, Takatora's aware, of his constant desire for attention and affection that he rarely vocalizes. Unfortunately, it always puts him in these kinds of positions, desperately pulling as soon as the opportunity arises and refusing to let go.]

[He shifts his hand to the back of Takatora's neck, stroking and pressing on sensitive spots. He's not really up for making this a whole thing right now - he does have work to do - but making Takatora squirm is always a good time.]

[There's another shiver, the telltale sign that Ryouma's right on point and that Takatora's attempting to hold himself back. Takatora's neck had always been uncomfortably sensitive. He moves his hand from Ryouma's hair down to his shirt, tangling his fingers in the fabric to keep him in place. At first, Takatora leans up to push into the kiss, but after realizing how much it pulls on his shoulder, he decides against it.]

[He just laughs into the kiss and presses down a bit more. He's mindful of Takatora's shoulder - making him scream in pain is fun, but not as much fun as this. He does, finally, pull back, and presses his forehead to the other's.]

I really do have work that needs to get taken care of, though. And you need to rest.

[Takatora makes a frustrated huff at Ryouma's words, carefully tugging on the other's shirt again and looking up at him. Even though Takatora has always tried to keep their relationship casual with no real strings attached, the look he gives Ryouma is affectionate, if not a little displeased.]

... of course.

So as I said before. Pleasant dreams~.

[Or maybe frustrated dreams. Whichever is fine with him. But he straightens out his shirt and tugs his hair back into place before heading out and turning off the light. Go to sleep, Takatora.]