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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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... 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.]

[He's sensitive. He's way too sensitive, because everything feels like it's a jolt of electricity. He keeps his mouth shut, trying not to moan, but eventually it just gets too much and he whimpers. He knows his hair is mussed and he probably looks terrible, but he can't bring himself to care right now.]

[Part of his brain starts working again - he's going to be in so much trouble. He's going to know, and he'll use it against him, and... he doesn't know what he'll do. But it's Kouta. Kouta's okay, even if he's not the sort of person he's supposed to be hanging out with.]

[When he's around Kouta, he can't help but feel like everything will be okay.]

[Kouta squirms a bit when Micchy whimpers, making a soft noise in response while he still has his mouth wrapped around him. He can tell the moment the other starts to get distracted and while it concerns him, Kouta knows it's better just to push through until Micchy gives him a clear sign he's uncomfortable. He just has to trust Micchy to know his limits.

He adjusts his position a little more, moving down to take Micchy completely into his mouth and slowly drawing his way back up, following the movement with his hand. When he reaches the end, he pulls back and gasps in a breath, laughing at himself. It'd been way too long since he had done this.]

[Well that snaps him back out of it - he shakes and whines again, looking up a bit. He can't see much, but he can feel Kouta, and he lets his head fall back. He needs to stop thinking. This isn't the time for that.]

[Kouta grins when he sees Micchy trying to look at him, carefully sucking on the tip as he strokes the length with his fingers, picking up the pace a bit and watching for the other reactions he'll get. This really is too much fun. Thankfully, focusing on Micchy's pleasure is enough of a distraction for him.]

[He tightens himself a bit, trying to figure out what to do, but all he knows is he's not going to last long.]

Kouta... ah... Kouta...

[He draws the last syllable out, almost sighing it, as his eyes slip closed.]

[Kouta shivers again, removing his mouth only long enough to release a noise that makes it far too obvious how much hearing his name affects him. He bites his lip, smiles up at Micchy (even though he's not looking) and goes right back to work, keeping a steady rhythm of his mouth and fingers on the other without trying to disrupt Micchy's current high too much.]

[It doesn't take long for him to draw close to the edge again, and he lets out a gasp, trying to hold it.]

I'm... I'm...

[By this point, Kouta's fully focused on Micchy, not even aware of how much his body is shaking in response to the noises he's receiving. He keeps his attentions steady, though he presses his fingers of his free hand more against the curve of Micchy's hip, digging in nails in to help push him over the edge.]

[He lets go, moaning Kouta's name while his body lifts up again until he's spent. He drops down again while he tries to get his breath back, still shaking a bit from the effort.]

Kouta... Kouta... ah...

[Thankfully, Kouta manages to swallow most of it in his first attempt, though he fumbles a bit in his distraction at Micchy saying his name, bringing the back of one hand up to his mouth to keep from making too much of a mess. ... whoops.

Struggling to recover, Kouta runs his tongue over the back of his hand to clean up the rest. He takes just enough time to finish cleaning Micchy up, fixing the other's pants and shirt, before he flops down on the floor next to him.]

[He laughs a little bit and rolls into Kouta, nuzzling him.]

One day I'll pay you back. But... thank you, Kouta.