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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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[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.

Don't worry about it.

[He wraps his arms around Micchy and cuddles the other against his chest.]

... are you sure it's okay?

If it wasn't okay, I would have said so.

[But now that the high is wearing off he realizes what must have been picked up. He tries not to shiver and does his best to relax, but it's too late. His brain's off and running with scenarios, none of which he likes.]

I know. Just... making sure. The first time's always really weird.

[Kouta nuzzles Micchy's hair and then places a kiss on the top of his head, relaxing against him.]

I feel really weird. But it's okay.

[Just. Not a fan of getting up right now.]

Aah... That goes away after awhile.

[He gently rubs the other's back.]

Just try to relax, okay?

[He nods, and closes his eyes with a huff. He wishes he could turn off his brain, but he can't right now. Not yet.]

[Kouta reaches over and struggles with the blanket, pulling it over them and curling up more again Micchy. He feels exhausted, even without doing too much.]

[He wraps his arms around Kouta. Shh. Let's sleep.]