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[ he closes his own eyes now, enjoying the moment. he's never felt this comfortable around anyone but Aoba. the rage and tension he held just a few minutes ago is replaced by a calmness brought on by being with him. ]

Aoba, can we stay like this, just for a bit? [ his voice isn't as confident before, but he's not noticeably nervous -- just a little awkward as he's still getting used to things. ] I just want to cherish us like this for longer.

Is it okay? Your legs...won't they go numb? [ he's more than willing to stay camped on the couch, snug with koujaku like this, but if a certain someone starts losing circulation...

it's strange-- to think that only a few days ago they were still toeing the lines of friendship. and now koujaku's become someone closer and dearer to his heart than ever before. "cherish us"... aoba can kind of understand now why women are always swooning over koujaku's lines now. the way he says it too, all soft and slightly uncertain makes aoba's heart skip a beat. ]

[ at Aoba, comment, he laughs a few times softly. ] Maybe, but if it happens, I'll deal with it later.

[ he kisses the side of Aoba's head and smiles. ] It's cute you're concerned about me like that. [ it's true, and maybe it comes off as teasing just a little (intentional or not, who knows). ] Just tell me if your legs start falling asleep.

It's not cute, I'm just worried! [ an indignant frown, and he pokes koujaku in the ribs in retort.

thanks for ruining the moment, koujaku. feathers ruffled, aoba's still scowling, but he stays where he is with his legs splayed against and over koujaku's. ]

You worrying is cute. [ and he counters that frown because he's smiling like an idiot even with getting poked. he squeezes Aoba a bit tighter because he knows that tone of voice. ] It shows that you care about me, and for that, I'm thankful for.

Of course I care about you. [ mutinous grumbling!! koujaku, always the voice of reason. it makes it difficult for aoba to argue with him. ] But things like that-- telling me I'm cute and stuff... You don't have to say it all the time.

I know. [ in his head he finishes that thought. I know, but I don't know if I'm worthy of it. ] I can't help it. I see you being cute, and then I just get the urge to say it. [ not exactly true because he thinks it so much, but there sometimes he can't resist. ]

Is it really that bad for me to say I think you're cute? [ his voice changes as he whispers into Aoba's ear. ] Or maybe I should say sexy instead? You're that, too.

It's embarrassing. Besides, I'm a guy. Hearing something like that... can't you say I'm cool instead?

[ he jolts, a shiver running down his spine. it must be because he can't see right now that koujaku's voice has that kind of effect on him. especially when he speaks right next to his ear like that. ] Definitely not.

It's just us, so you don't have to be embarrassed. [ cool? oh Aoba... ] I don't think it has the same effect, but when you do look cool, I'll tell you. [ he thinks Aoba does look pretty cool, actually, but it really doesn't get the same reaction. ]

Really? [ he can tell what he did had a very strong reaction. ] I think sexy works well.

What do you mean, when I look cool-- and that's not a good reason at all! [ he is totally cool, excuse me.

...

koujaku's teasing him, and he doesn't need eyes to tell him that. he realises in this moment that all he can hear and feel around him is koujaku-- his voice, the warmth of his body, his scent. skin prickling, aoba shifts uncomfortably. ] Yeah, well I don't think so.

[ he laughs because this is actually pretty adorable. ] What if I say you're cute and cool at the same time? That's a fair trade, isn't it?

Then there's one thing we have to agree to disagree about. [ he closes his eyes again, almost resting as he takes in this time together. with his eyes closed, some of his senses seem more sensitive; is this how Aoba has been feeling? Did you still want to have some dinner? Letting it get cold, it'd be a waste.

I don't know, it sounds like you're just trying to make a lame compromise.

[ how can someone be so utterly infuriating!! it's like koujaku's special trait, or aoba's own feelings towards him, probably. ]

It's fine, we can heat it up later. [ he's in the mood for something else. shifting in koujaku's lap so he's facing him, aoba tentatively slides his fingers across his face, mapping the curve of his cheek and the line of his nose with them. the slightly raised skin of the scar that arcs over his face. his lips...

aoba leans in and kisses them. ]

[ Aoba taking the initiative, he actually finds it sexy but he's not used to it. he's going to say something when Aoba feels his face, and then he remembers, he can't see. his heart starts to race because he knows what's connected to those scars but the other doesn't. he can't see his tattoos, and part of him worries if Aoba touches them, they'll somehow drag him down. he feels so vulnerable and exposed, but it's not in a bad way. he's about to mutter something out when he's kissed. he kisses him back without hesitation and taking his time. he brings up one of his hands and twirls some of Aoba's hair around his fingers. he's still really careful about touching his hair, though, as he's used to thinking it's very sensitive. ]

[ can't let koujaku do all the leading around here, right? besides, aoba's not the kind of guy who would let him do all the work anyway. unaware of koujaku's reservations about him touching his tattoos or any part of him, aoba keeps himself precariously balanced as he draws his hands lower, letting his fingers be his eyes. they graze the soft strands of koujaku's ponytail, before dipping lower to flatten his palms over his chest.

aoba can feel his heartbeat beneath skin and bone.

slowly deepening the kiss, tipping his head to nip at koujaku's mouth playfully, he registers the feeling of koujaku's hands in his hair as something pleasant and surprisingly intimate. ]

[ at Aoba feeling his heartbeat, he briefly pauses because he does try to act cool in front of him, but then in moments like this, he's just himself, and that's actually something he's getting used to. he's so in love it's easy to trust Aoba -- a lot easier than before. not that he didn't trust him before, but having Aoba say and show he loves and cares for him, he can't help but get swept up in this all.

when the kiss turns more playful, he can't help but smile even while kissing. it makes him shift away from thinking too much about the scars and the marks on his body. he nips back, but on Aoba's upper lip before he starts kissing him again, a lot more passionately than before. he's getting pretty worked up over kissing which he thinks is embarrassing, but it's Aoba, so he's not too ashamed. he breaks the kiss, trying to compose himself a little and calm himself down. ]

If this keeps going...

[ slightly out of breath, aoba's flushed pink in the face, his mouth a little swollen from the attention. he licks them, tasting koujaku on his tongue. it's not like he hasn't done things like this before-- kissing, and all that. but somehow not seeing koujaku's face kind of helps take some of the embarrassment he'd normally feel away. ]

...? [ he wants to touch koujaku, to kiss him over and over. if koujaku doesn't want to though... ]

What's wrong?

[ He really doesn't mean to make it sound like something's wrong. in fact, things are going really well considering how he's feeling. maybe it's because Aoba can't see his face and how he's starting to get turned on by this. ]

Nothing's wrong it's just. [ so much for a cool casanova as he sounds awkward and almost desperate. ] You're really sexy like this. [ he's going to try to compose himself a bit more with a pause, but it's not working. ] It's working me up a lot to the point I want to touch you more.

Stop saying that already... [ damn it, now he's feeling awkward too. aoba's hands are paused by the edges of koujaku's kimono, and he fists the fabric in them to pull him a little closer. he's getting pretty worked up to, though not quite sure how to get around to it.

relying on his voice to belie the extent of his desire, he looks away even though he doesn't need to-- force of habit. ] ...go ahead. I don't mind.

[ hearing him say those words, his first instinct without thinking it over is to make love to him on the couch, but then it takes only a few seconds to realize how much of a bad idea that is. who knows who could show up (he's fooled with women who have kids, but he's always made sure to be extra careful about being seen), not to mention the fact Aoba doesn't have his vision. it feels like he'd be taking advantage of the situation and of Aoba.

He still sounds awkward when he speaks, and while he rather not remind Aoba, he has to bring it up.] But your sight... are you sure?

I trust you. [ his expression caves into a tentative smile. he knows that it's holding koujaku back and he's doing his best to reassure him. but right now, he wants nothing more than to touch koujaku too-- it's like a craving that's eating at him. ] Besides, I'll make sure to let you know if it's too much.

[ which is something aoba's never had a problem with. he hesitates again, another thought crossing his mind. ] But if you're really worried, it's okay...

[ to do the honorable, right thing or give into temptation? even if Aoba says it, he still isn't sure Aoba knows what he's getting into. yet he thinks it over, and he knows it's not the right time. ] We don't need to rush anything, right? I'm not going to stop wanting to be with you ever.

[ he gives a quick peck on the lips before he speaks again. ] I want you to experience it will all your senses, and I'll wait for sight to return no matter how long it takes. [ what is it, though. ] It'd be selfish of me just to give into my desires.

[ it?? well, he has a pretty good idea what koujaku means, but for such a playboy, he's sure dancing around things. it makes aoba think that koujaku really is a lot more nervous than he thought, and he's glad he didn't push quite so hard. he likes this side of koujaku too... that caring side of him. ]

Yeah, you're right. [ he cards his fingers through koujaku's hair, his smile growing wider. ] It's not selfish-- more like, I always knew you were a big sap, but...

[ verification!! he rubs his eyes lightly with a sigh. ] Hopefully we won't end up waiting for ages.

[ Aoba touching his hair feels relaxing, and while his fingers are different from a woman's, it feels even better. maybe because he knows it's Aoba, and he's always had a soft spot for Aoba's own hair. anyway, it seems like he made the right choice in waiting, so there's a sigh of relief and his body isn't as tense as it was before. ]

I want things to be special with you. [ he could had more flirtatious words or use prettier language, but he wants to be straightforward with him. it's embarrassing to say it like that, sure, but it's how he feels. ] But we could do other things if the moment arises. [ now that slight awkwardness is coming back. it's not the actions themselves, but the fact it's with Aoba. They were once childhood friends and he's still adjusting to this change. ] Aoba, can I ask you something?

[ it's soft and distinctly better cared for than aoba's own mess of locks, the silky texture something of a marvel to him. maybe he should start taking some of his tips.

anyway, just when aoba's sure his face can't get any redder, koujaku seems to change the subject. jumping on it with relief, aoba raises his eyebrows, fingers pausing in their task (plaiting a messy braid) and he's still. ]

Sure, what is it?

[ how to say this? should he just get to the point? it's a weird question to ask, but he's curious. his feelings for Aoba wouldn't change over the answer, but he can't help but ask. ]

You've never been with a guy like this have you? I mean, [ he fixes his bangs. ] dating one?

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