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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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[When Ryouma comes back in, he nudges Takatora gently, enough to get him to sit up.]

You'll lose an arm that way.

[. . .

He sits up, reluctantly, rolling his shoulder a little to try and get the feeling back.]

The new model will have an improved shoulder piece, by the way.

[That's enough to cause Takatora to reach out carefully with his right hand, grasping at the sleeve of Ryouma's jacket to pull him closer.]

I find it hard to believe I deserve someone who treats me as well as you do.

[He sets the laptop case down carefully and leans in a bit.]

I've known you for a long time. I can't go losing you yet.

[As soon as Ryouma's close enough, Takatora lowers his hand back down to his lap, reaching up with his left instead to cup the side of Ryouma's face. Despite how much he's hurting, physically and emotionally, the expression on Takatora's face is affectionate.]

... sometimes it feels as though you're the only person I can trust.

[He leans into Takatora's hand and reaches up to brush the other's hair back.]

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.]

... hm?

[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.]

[He pulls his hand back quickly, and draws back a little bit.]

Perhaps not now.

[And yet he doesn't pull his head back from Takatora's touch. Not yet.]

[Takatora pulls himself together just enough to speak, moving his hand down to grasp the collar of Ryouma's jacket.]

... no. Keep going.

[Whether it's about the topic or Ryouma's touch, he's not specifying.]

[He reaches up again and cards his fingers gently through Takatora's hair.]

Mm. I was just considering how you want to be... distracted.

What were you thinking?

[He still sounds a bit distant, but the fingers in his hair receives a satisfied sigh.]

Well, I can think of a few things...

[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.]

As long as there aren't many surprises...

[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.

Not really.

[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.

[... well, that works. Takatora moves his chair closer to the desk, pushing Ryouma's legs apart to settle between them, loosely resting his hands on Ryouma's knees.]

Don't hurt yourself.

I'm quite flexible. I'll be fine.

[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.]

-- yes, I'm aware of that.

[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.]

[The pain just encourages him, trailing fingers down Takatora's cheek and across his throat. Ryouma pushes his tongue through to tease Takatora's, eyes falling half-closed.]

[There's another soft noise in reaction to the touch to his throat. Takatora squirms a bit in his chair, trying hard to keep from moving too much to avoid upsetting his shoulder as he pulls back from the kiss just enough to lightly bite at Ryouma's lip.]

[He tilts his head forward and lets out a soft, pleased sound. Good... encourage him, keep him coming back... let him make the next move now that he's bolder.]

[Takatora shivers at receiving a reaction, reaching up with his left hand to twist his fingers in Ryouma's shirt. He pulls him down a bit further to avoid stretching too far, trailing the kiss from Ryouma's lips up the edge of his jaw.]

Ryouma...

Mm...

[He chuckles a little bit and allows himself to lean in a bit.]

Ah... Takatora...

[Even the slightest encouragment is enough for Takatora as he wraps his hand around the side of Ryouma's neck. He pauses for a moment to bite and suck at the spot where Ryouma's jaw meets his neck -- Takatora's own sensitive spot -- but stops before he would leave much of a mark. He breathes out his words against the other's skin.]

How do I always forget... how you make me feel...?

[He lets out a pleased sigh and drops his hands, just enjoying the physical attention from Takatora. He can't deny that it feels good, and Takatora has had plenty of time to get to know his sensitive spots.]