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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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[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?

[His head tilts back and he lets out a whine. That... feels better than he expected. His mouth hangs open a bit as he tries to get his brain back in gear, but it's not working. He can't even speak.]

[Well, that's enough of an answer for Kouta. He chuckles again, repeating the action as he runs his fingers up and down again, careful to keep it heavy enough that Micchy's sensitivity doesn't cause him discomfort rather than pleasure. Moving one hand, Kouta slides Micchy's hoodie up a bit more, carefully drawing his nails down Micchy's stomach, then his side, down to his hip. For a brief moment, Kouta takes the other into his mouth, simply holding him there, before he runs his tongue over the tip and pulls back to look up again.]

It's even better if you watch me, but then you'd have to move.

[He tilts his head up to watch, but Kouta taking him into his mouth makes his head thunk down again. He'd respond, but he's too busy feeling everything. He does, at least, reach down and pull his hoodie up and off, folding it to make a pillow under his head.]

[That amuses Kouta enough that he presses a kiss to Micchy's hip, followed by a light nip. He doesn't stop the careful draws of his fingers on Micchy's skin even as he speaks.]

Do you think you can go again?

[He shivers and nods, trying to find his words.]

Y... yeah. I think so...

Just tell me to stop if it's too much, okay?

[It sinks in for a moment that wow, yes, he's really doing this sort of thing with his best friend and... how had this happened, again? Less than half an hour before there had been nothing. Now...

Kouta fought down the flush on his face. It was what Micchy wanted, so that made everything okay, as long as his friend was happy. Carefully, he adjusts his position again, pressing his tongue against the top of Micchy's length before taking most of the other into his mouth, focusing on running his tongue over any spot that gets a good reaction. He keeps the fingers of one hand squeezing the base and drawing his fingers over it, while digging his nails into the curve of Micchy's hip.]