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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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[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.]

[Getting Ryouma to relax is always (at least to Takatora), a huge accomplishment, which also helps to take his mind off of things now that he's entirely focused on the scientist. He holds Ryouma's chin to tilt his head away, brushing his lips down the side of Ryouma's throat while pausing occasionally to kiss, lick, or bite at various spots, still as careful as ever.]

[He breathes out a soft moan, a spot at the base of his throat causing shivers to run down his spine. His hands wander up to Takatora's neck, one of his thumbs resting over a spot on his throat. He presses for one second, two - before releasing, the feeling of power and life and death exciting him even more.]

[Another shiver passes through Takatora's body in response to Ryouma's. He can't help but laugh for a moment at himself over how absurd it was, but the touch to his neck makes him pause in his actions completely. Takatora gasps in a breath once Ryouma releases his hold, a rather vocal noise passing his lips. ... he'd always forgotten how nice that felt, even if it was dangerous, but it was fine as long as it was with someone he trusted.]

... that's embarrassing...

No one's going to see but me... unless you want them to, of course~.

[The surveillance video to Takatora's office is always very strictly controlled. It's always been something Ryouma's insisted on, partly so they can carry on things like this. He strokes Takatora's cheek slowly, checking to make sure there's no bruising. ... No. Good.]

You know how I feel about that.

[The answer is a very strict and resounding no. He tilts his head back as Ryouma checks him, giving a small smile and an amused look.]

... you're fine.

I know. ... I just want to make sure. You can't afford any more injury at this point. We do still need you in one piece. Though... mm. Perhaps you should leave the defending to the less-injured younger crowd this weekend.

[He can always analyze the information on Monday, after all. And it's not as if he'll have no information. His phone gets alerts.]

[Is that...?]

You really do spoil me. I hope you know that.

[He pulls Ryouma down again, rewarding him with a long, soft kiss. Takatora, ever the romantic.]

How often do I tell you how lucky I am to have met you?

I know.

[There's the sort of reaction he was betting on. All the better to push a wedge between the two. He brushes back Takatora's hair, refastening his shirt button.]

Often. I know that, too. We can have more fun this weekend - but for now, we need to get things done, hm~?

[How straightforward, in all aspects. As usual. Takatora makes a soft noise of enjoyment at Ryouma's touch, rewarding him with another kiss. For once, despite everything, he seems to have been lulled into a pleasant mood.]

... a little bit longer. I still can't concentrate.