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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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[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?]

[Giving up that much control... Takatora squirms at the look Ryouma's giving him.]

I'm not-- ... I don't think-- ... right now...

[Wow. He's not sure if it's nerves of doing something like this in his office or what, but Takatora's sure he hasn't been this flustered in years.]

Aw~. You're no fun Ta~ka~to~ra~.

[He zips the other back up reluctantly, buttoning his pants, ans then slides himself up until he's straddling Takatora.]

Mm... I wonder what noises I can make from you today...

[This position is certainly an enjoyable one for Takatora, wrapping his arms loosely around Ryouma's waist to hold him in place.]

I'm not sure I'd be very satisfying with the mood I'm in.

[Stress getting in the way of his performance had been something he'd always had to struggle with, despite his age. Still, there were plenty of things Takatora enjoyed that didn't involve that sort of situation. He tilts his head back, giving Ryouma another soft kiss. For as different as they were, Takatora wasn't sure how they'd ever ended up together.]

Is that your project for the night?

Mm. It is. It can be your... reward for getting things done.

[He's careful not to pull on Takatora's shoulder as he tangles his fingers in his hair.]

Though I can certainly get some noises from you now... ah...

[He tilts his head so he can press his lips to Takatora's cheek and then ghost them down his jawline and back up to his ear.]

[Takatora resumes playing with Ryouma's hair as the other goes along, shivering slightly just from the light touch. The fingers in his own hair gets a bit of a squirm, mostly from anticipating what will happen next.]

... I suppose I should thank you.

[He hums a bit, a little curious as to where Takatora is going with this.]

Hmm?

[Ryouma's tongue flicks out as he teases the shell of Takatora's ear.]

[That gets a soft, satisfied noise.]

You're always here... You always know what to do to make me feel better.

[Takatora sighs, moving to bury his face in Ryouma's shoulder.]

... please, don't ever leave me.

Of course.

[Well. Unless circumstances end up that way... but that's not for him to know. He strokes Takatora's back carefully, doing what he can to soothe the man's tension.]

[If there had ever been a time to utter more affectionate words, it would be now, but Takatora hadn't allowed himself to say those sorts of things since they'd be in college. It felt too... revealing. Too personal, especially with how they were constantly having to worry about other things in their life -- like the fall of humanity.

He takes a deep breath, tightly wrapping his arms around Ryouma's waist.]

[Affectionate words don't mean much to Ryouma anyway - they never have. All that matters is that Takatora is his - and only his. He presses his fingers in, working out the knots and the tense areas on his back.]

Mm... your posture is terrible for you, you know.

[Not that his own is any better, but whatever.]

[With that, Takatora reluctantly leans back, keeping his hands on Ryouma's hips. He makes a slightly pained noise at the touch to one of the knots on his uninjured shoulder, rolling it in response.]

I'm aware...

[He sighs and slides his hands to Takatora's chest.]

You're so difficult...

I'm not difficult.

[That almost sounds like pouting.]

You're not helping your case, you know.

[He presses his lips together and gives Ryouma a look.]

[He just laughs a little and presses a kiss to Takatora's throat.]

[Takatora tilts his head back, allowing Ryouma easier access.]

I like to think I'm rather compliant.

I know you do.

[He tugs at Takatora's hair gently. There we go.]

Feeling any better?

[The tug gets a soft noise of appreciation, Takatora's hands tugging at Ryouma's hips.]

... not entirely.

[It'll take him awhile to get over this one, but at least they'll have the weekend to work on it...]