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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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[He wraps his arms around Kouta's shoulders, and presses in a bit more, lips parting as he tries to make sense of what's happening. His skin feels too hot under Kouta's touch, and everything feels somewhat dizzying.]

[At that, Kouta smiles into the kiss and moves his hand back to Micchy's chin, taking his other arm and wrapping it around the other's waist to pull him closer.]

[He pulls back a little and presses his face into Kouta's chest. That felt... nice. Too nice, but... it's okay.]

[Kouta allows him to hide, still smiling a little as he moves to pet the other's hair.]

... was that okay?

... Yeah. It was. Thank you.

[He'll just. Hide with his face burning now thanks.]

[Kouta laughs a little, continuing to pet him.]

Are you going to live?

I'll be fine. Just give me a minute.

[Jerk.]

[Kouta nudges Micchy away a little bit, lifting Micchy's head with a hand on the other's chin and gives him another kiss, a bit deeper this time. He pulls away just enough to give a teasing smile.]

... that wasn't really a minute, was it?

Not really. But that's okay.

[He nuzzles into Kouta's cheek gently.]

[He moves his arms, wrapping both of them around Micchy's waist and keeping him close.]

Do you want anything else?

... I'm okay for now. As long as you're okay. I don't want you to regret any of this.

I won't! I'm just worried you might. ... being your first and all...

I don't think I ever could. Not with you.

[That seems to make him relax a bit. A lot. Kouta carefully brushes his lips over the corner of Micchy's, trailing down his cheek and to his jaw. It's dangerous to keep pushing, but... now that Kouta's started, he's realizing how much he's missed this sort of contact.]

Good.

[He shivers, and tugs Kouta back a bit so he can lie down. He feels like he's about to fall anyway, as dumb as that sounds in his head, so he might as well. One hand makes its way up to tug at Kouta's hair gently, trying not to hurt but also having trouble restraining himself.]

Kouta...

[His voice sounds faint to his ears, but he doesn't care.]

[Kouta moves with Micchy before he's even aware of what he's doing, letting the other pull him down. He moves his hands from Micchy's waist to settle on either side of him, perching with one leg on Micchy's side and the other between his legs. The breath of his name and the tug at his hair makes him shiver in response, pausing momentarily to bite at his lip. Oh, wow. He'd fallen way too fast into this.]

... Micchy...

[He sounds a little concerned, having stopped his attentions at this point.]

Kouta... please let me make you happy.

[He knows this is wrong, that Kouta still has feelings for Yuuya, that he always will. But he can't bring himself to care right now, and there's a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he hasn't really felt before.]

I don't want you to do this if you don't want to.

[Except he does. He really, really does. But he can't bear to break Kouta, and this would definitely break him if he thinks he's taking advantage of Micchy or the other way around.]

[Micchy's words cause a quiet whine from Kouta, partially because he really enjoys hearing Micchy talk like and partially because he's struggling to fight down the immense guilt he knows he should be feeling at essentially taking advantage of his best friend. He pulls back enough to look at the other's face, quickly trying to confirm with himself whether or not he wants to keep going.

Of course he still has his feelings for Yuuya, but... Kouta also knows how much he cares about Micchy and wants to take care of him, to help him. ... and he knows Yuuya would be okay with that.]

Whatever you want... I'll do it... Because I want to make you happy, too.

[He just smiles at Kouta and pulls him down again, running his fingers through the older boy's hair. He carefully tugs at Kouta's shirt, sliding a hand underneath it.]

Kouta... Kouta, please show me...

[Kouta squirms immediately at the touch to his skin, gasping in a breath from the fingers in his hair. His body is already shaking and he can feel how much even the light touches are affecting him. It had been awhile, but this was ridiclous. Micchy's pleading only serves to make things worse, Kouta's face promptly turning a bright shade of red. If he kept getting this distracted, he'd never get anything done.

It takes a moment for him to resume, giving Micchy's lips another firm kiss. He lifts one hand to the other's chin, working to part his lips again.]

[He parts his lips eagerly, using one of his legs to tug Kouta's leg forward and press into him. He moans into the kiss, desperate and needy, nails scratching at Kouta's back lightly. He needs this, he needs this so much. Years of repression and denial and it's all melting away as he feels Kouta against him.]

[Oh wow, okay. Kouta certainly wasn't expecting this level of ... compliance. That blush is staying right in place on his face as he digs his fingers into the floor, making a soft noise into the kiss at hearing Micchy's moans. Kouta knows well enough from his own experience that he doesn't even need to be touched to get worked up.

The nails on his back bring a whimper out of him and a mild writhing, pressing his leg up more against Micchy. It takes him a moment to think straight enough to even press his tongue against Micchy's, keeping the hold on the other's chin gentle despite what the rest of his body is doing. Kouta had wanted to take things slow and make sure Micchy enjoyed himself, but... well, he wasn't sure Micchy was going to let him.]

[He squirms a bit, and arches up against Kouta, not really sure how much longer he can take this. He uses his hand in Kouta's hair to tug his hair again, pressing his other hand flat against Kouta's back to make him lower his body. He moans Kouta's name into the kiss, trying to remember how to breathe. He's not thinking. He can't think. If he does he'll stop, and he desperately doesn't want to stop.]

[Whoa whoa whoa. whoa. ... yeah, definitely not going to be able to take things slow at the rate Micchy was going. Kouta felt a bit guilty for rushing so quickly, but... it was what Micchy wanted, right? He keeps using one hand to steady himself, moving the one he'd had on Micchy's chin down to push the other's hoodie up, unfastening and unzipping Micchy's pants with a practiced expertise. He tugs one side a bit lower, off of Micchy's hips, drawing his nails up and then back down Micchy's stomach.

The tug on his hair and the moaning of his name makes Kouta squirm again and wow, yes, he's remembering how how easily his partner's noises affect him. He doesn't even have time to react with how quickly Micchy's urging him on. There's no point in drawing anything out or teasing him, because it's just going to make things worse for his friend in the meantime. With a light nip to Micchy's lip, Kouta slips his fingers under the fabric and carefully wraps his fingers around the length, applying pressure at different points and drawing his thumb over the tip.

As he works, Kouta presses another quick kiss to Micchy's lips, then nudges the other's head aside to lightly nip at the side of his neck.]

[His back arches again and he's not thinking anymore, just moving under Kouta's touch. He never lets himself be so open, so exposed, but Kouta would never betray him. He feels a brief pang of guilt and brushes it aside, not wanting to deal with it right now. No thoughts, just movement.]

[When Kouta presses his fingers around him though he lets out a long whine, digging in his nails a bit and dropping the hand that was in Kouta's hair to the floor. He rolls his hips into Kouta's hand, knowing he's not going to last long and not sure if he wants to try to hold out or if he wants to just go, but his body moves anyway and he nuzzles into Kouta's hair.]

Kouta... oh... shit, Kouta...