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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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[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.

If you insist.

[He nuzzles into Takatora's neck a bit, letting his hair fall against his skin and brush gently.]

[Another satisfied sigh. Takatora moves his hand to Ryouma's hair, hesitates, and then runs his fingers through to remove the tie holding it back, wrapping it around his wrist.]

What are you thinking about?

[He just chuckles against Takatora's skin. That question...]

Chemical formulas. Storage solutions for data. Patterns of plant growth.

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[That actually gets him to laugh, running his fingers through Ryouma's hair and simply enjoying having him so close. He closes his eyes, tilting his head against the other's and occasionally giving light pulls when his fingers seem to hit a particularly good spot.]

It's nice to know I entertain you so much.

My mind is a busy place. At least it's only that much right now.

[Sometimes he gets a little too into his work...]

And it's not as if you're uninteresting, you know~.

[He presses his lips up Takatora's neck, nibbling gently at the skin. Not enough to leave marks, but hard enough to at least sting.]

You know, I've never minded listening to you talk, even when I don't understand. I enjoy when you're passionate.

[He quietly hisses in a breath, giving Ryouma's hair another tug.]

... as long as you control yourself and don't make anything visible, I don't particularly care what you do to me.

[That actually gets a laugh out of him, and he pushes Takatora back a bit, sliding off the desk and kneeling in front of him. He tugs at his pants, leaning in close enough to warm the other with his breath while he works. He takes Takatora's zipper in his teeth and tugs it down, hair spilling over the other's pants.]

[Oh. That gets a startled gasp and a widening of eyes as soon as Ryouma moves, a flush running up his neck and across his cheeks. That... had not been what he he had expected Ryouma to do. The reluctance in his voice conveys that.]

Ryouma...

[He tightly grips the arm of the chair with his right hand, flinching slghtly at the pull it puts on his shoulder before he forces himself to relax.]

That-- ... you don't have to do that.

Mm~. But it'll get you to relax, at least.

[Endorphins and all... he looks up, a grin on his face. What, don't you want to relax, Takatora?]