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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.]

Comments

[lookingbusy]

[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.]

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[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.

[lookingbusy]

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.]

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[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.]

[lookingbusy]

[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.]

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[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...

[lookingbusy]

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

You're so difficult...

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I'm not difficult.

[That almost sounds like pouting.]

[lookingbusy]

You're not helping your case, you know.

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

[lookingbusy]

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

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

I like to think I'm rather compliant.

[lookingbusy]

I know you do.

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

Feeling any better?

[heavenlydecree]

[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...]

[lookingbusy]

I assumed not entirely. We have time, though. After we both do some work.

[Far be it from him to be a workaholic, but he does have production to get started once Takatora signs off.]

[heavenlydecree]

Finishing up the new drivers, I assume?

[Takatora turns his head and nuzzles in against Ryouma's neck, seeming a bit more content. It's always nice to balance serious conversation with something so comforting.]

[lookingbusy]

[He tugs at Takatora's hair a bit more.]

Mhm. We just need authorization to get the last materials and then we can finish making them.

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[Another soft noise of appreciation, though this one is a bit louder.]

... what are your plans after that?

[He's also curious on how Ryouma plans on testing these drivers, since he hasn't been approached for it. But he's sure Ryouma might side-step any attempts at using him anymore.]

[lookingbusy]

Testing. I have a few people in mind for it. Not you, though. Not after your recent stunts.

[Takatora, you idiot. But that's one of the reasons he's fun.]

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You act as though it was on purpose.

[Takatora sighs, moving one hand from Ryouma's hip to slide his fingers through the other's hair, tugging him into another drawn out kiss.]

I could still do it, if you need me too.

[lookingbusy]

I know. But I have other options until you recover.

[He presses a soft kiss to the other's jaw.]

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Should I be jealous?

[He slides his hand under the other's jacket, lightly raking his nails over the fabric of Ryouma's shirt.]

[lookingbusy]

I don't think so.

[He presses into Takatora's hand. You can do better than that, Takatora.]

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Good. Because I don't have time for competition.

[So says the one with the brother fixation, but that at least seems to be slipping away more and more as time goes on. At Ryouma's insistence, Takatora tugs on his hair and untucks part of Ryouma's shirt to dig his nails in a bit more. The action makes him look a little sheepish -- he'd never been good at this sort of thing until his inhibitions were a bit lower.]

[lookingbusy]

[He lets out a satisfied little noise, and rolls his hips a little bit.]

I don't either.

[He presses a hand into Takatora's back, sliding his fingers down. He digs in, through the shirt, and grins.]