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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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[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...

[Yep, that blush is still plenty strong on Kouta's face and just hearing Micchy say his name like that -- his adorable friend swearing on top of that with his loss of control, makes Kouta's body shudder. He gives a quiet whimper, momentarily pausing simply because he's having a hard time processing everything, before he resumes his stroking motions, fighting impossibly hard to control himself when he's not even the one having anything done to him.

He presses a firm, comforting kiss to the side of Micchy's neck, nuzzling down to push the fabric of the hoodie away from Micchy's collar with his nose. Once the skin is exposed, Kouta nips lightly, then bites down a bit harder, just light enough that he knows he won't leave a mark.]

[Oh. That feels so good, he can't react for a moment, other than to just groan again and thrust into Kouta's hand. He can feel himself nearing the edge, and he turns to press his lips against Kouta's ear, hot breath ghosting along the shell of it. He arches again, and he tries to pull himself back, but it's not working.]

Kouta, I'm going to -

[And he does, into Kouta's hand and with a moan right in his friend's ear. He's shaky as he lowers himself down again, panting hard. His skin feels prickly and soft at the same time, and he's not quite sure what to do.]

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[Kouta had to stifle his own moan when Micchy finishes, burying his face in the other's shoulder. For a few moments, he can't bring himself to retreat, possibly just as embarrassed as Micchy is because wow he did... not expect things to go like that.]

[He just strokes Kouta's back for a bit, not sure what else to do. He'd return the favor but he's not quite sure how. The ability to think comes back to him and he laughs quietly, shaking his head.]

You know, I haven't even... done that to myself...

[Okay, that makes him sit up and give Micchy a look.]

... you what?

[He shrugs a bit.]

Is it that weird? When everything is studying and pushing yourself and you never really talk about... that sort of thing...

You just... never get the feeling to do it? It doesn't bother you??

Not really? I don't really have time to do things like that...

It only takes a few minutes...

[Kouta literally cannot process this.]

I guess? I just never really... wanted to. Unless it was with someone I cared about.

... it's not like it's bad to do it yourself! It helps a lot. ... like when you can't fall asleep. Or you're stressed. ... or bored.

[Kouta leans in to kiss the side of Micchy's neck again before sitting up, settling himself on the other's leg. He carefully withdraws his hand from Micchy's pants to drag his tongue over his palm, cleaning his hand and continuing talking as normal.]

You're making me feel weird.

I didn't say it was bad! I don't really... care if other people do it. It's just not a thing I do.

[He watches Kouta carefully, and reaches a hand up to stroke the side of his neck.]

Sorry... I didn't mean to...

[Kouta pouts at him again, but smiles a little at the touch to his neck.]

It's fine. ... don't move yet.

[He stands up carefully, a bit light headed, before wandering off to a part of the garage and returning shortly with a box of tissues. He perches on the top of Micchy's legs, cleaning his hands, then pulling at Micchy's pants a bit more.]

Okay?

[He stays where he his, and when Kouta returns he lifts his hips a bit so he can move his pants. He's not totally sure what's going on, but he's at least coherent enough to follow direction.]

How are you feeling? ... do you want to do anything else?

[Kouta finishes wiping his hands, hesitating a bit before going any further.]

... I'm not sure what else to do, Kouta. ... Show me. Please.

[He can't say he's never been curious, but he's never really looked into it.]

... you're really anxious about all of this, aren't you?

[With that, Kouta shifts his body a bit to lean down, pushing Micchy's hoodie up more to drag his tongue across the other's stomach, working to clean up any fluid left behind.]

I like learning new things.

[He laughs a bit and then gasps, twitching under Kouta's care. Oh... he's more sensitive than he thought.]

Too bad you already have a lot of homework, huh?

[Once Kouta's done with Micchy's stomach, he wipes at any remnants with a tissue, then carefully brushes his fingers up the other's length, testing his sensitivity.]

[He twitches under Kouta's hand, and Micchy can feel the heat flooding back to his face. His first instinct is to hide, but no. It's okay. He's safe.]

I think... I can make time for you...

I meant researching stuff on your own, too.

[Kouta keeps his touch heavy, rather than light, absently testing pressures.]

Does it feel okay?

Yeah... maybe... ah...

[He thrusts against Kouta and blushes more.]

Yeah... yeah, it feels good...

[Kouta can't help but laugh a little at that, lowering himself and resting his arms on Micchy's hips, giving the length a long, cautious lick as he settles in. He watches Micchy's face for his reaction, looking as comfortable as could be.]

... still okay?