呉島 貴虎 | kureshima takatora (
heavenlydecree) wrote2014-09-19 10:58 pm
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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.]
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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You'll lose an arm that way.
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He sits up, reluctantly, rolling his shoulder a little to try and get the feeling back.]
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I find it hard to believe I deserve someone who treats me as well as you do.
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I've known you for a long time. I can't go losing you yet.
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... sometimes it feels as though you're the only person I can trust.
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I've known you longer than most anyone else has.
[So if he can't trust him... well.]
Hm... look at you~. I wonder...
[He reaches up and trails his hand down the side of Takatora's neck to his collar, toying with a button.]
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[But oh, no. Ryouma's touch seems to be the catalyst for whatever Takatora is holding back. He gasps in a breath, and while he would normally be having a completely different reaction to the touch on his neck, this time he simply turns his head away and takes in a deep breath. His expression shifts from affection to pain, though Takatora fights hard to keep from breaking down any further.]
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Perhaps not now.
[And yet he doesn't pull his head back from Takatora's touch. Not yet.]
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... no. Keep going.
[Whether it's about the topic or Ryouma's touch, he's not specifying.]
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Mm. I was just considering how you want to be... distracted.
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[He still sounds a bit distant, but the fingers in his hair receives a satisfied sigh.]
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[He reaches for the top button of Takatora's shirt and undoes it, trailing his finger along the other's skin before pressing his lips to Takatora's collar.]
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[Just that touch is enough to bring a gasp from him. With everything that had happened that week... well, it wasn't as though Takatora had been able to recover from the last time they had spent time together.]
... that position can't be comfortable for you.
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[He pushes Takatora's paperwork aside carefully and sits on the desk, leaning in to press his lips against Takatora's collar again.]
Mm... better.
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Don't hurt yourself.
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[He has to be, to get enough sleep while in a chair. But he moves up to capture Takatora's lips in a hungry kiss. His hands shift to support Takatora's head in a way to reduce shoulder strain.]
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[The kiss catches him entirely off-guard, especially with the intensity. Takatora can't help but to let a soft, pleasured noise slip out before he's tilting his head up to return the kiss, digging the fingers of his left hand into Ryouma's leg.]
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Ryouma...
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[He chuckles a little bit and allows himself to lean in a bit.]
Ah... Takatora...
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How do I always forget... how you make me feel...?
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