[ Tsumugi may be able to guess where the story leads - the death of his sister, and the still lingering regrets and "what if"s - but it does nothing to help him truly understand what Duval's feeling right now. Because honestly? He knows he most likely won't experience anything like this in his lifetime. Maybe on stage, but not as himself - not as Tsumugi Tsukioka.
When Duval's fingers tighten, Tsumugi's do as well. And when they loosen, he lets him go. ]
... I'm sorry for your loss. [ "Sorry" doesn't quite encompass everything, but it's the closest word he has. ] Take all the time you need, Duval-kun.
[ He's not going anywhere. Not until he's had a chance to share everything he wants to share. ]
I hurt Kenta. [There's no need to preface who Kenta is when Nen also works at the shop. No doubt Tsumugi has met him.] I used his body to bring Delilah back.
Kenta and I were best friends. We grew up together; he was like a little brother to my sister and I. I loved - love him very much, but I hurt him so easily. It just made sense, though. At the time. He was there, already sick and frail, so changing a few things inside him would't make that much of a difference. And if it was for Delilah, then - [Kenta would have been okay with it. He should have been.]
When I arrived here, Kenta had already established himself. He has a good support network here. Good friends. And he was terrified of me, traumatized, so one of those good friends made me pay for what I'd done.
[He takes a sip because he's talking SO MUCH. YAPPING.]
That's when I died. I apologize for how I spoke to you at that time.
[Duval is very good at taking out his anger on others.]
[ Tsumugi knows Duval's not a good person. Or, at least, he's a person who's done bad things. He's made that clear to him on more than one occasion. And while Tsumugi believed him, he's thought all this time that maybe he's not giving himself enough credit. That yes, he's done wrong, but perhaps he's overlooking his better qualities.
But hearing what he did to Kenta, despite their close bonds... it's hard to swallow that the person sitting across from him, who's made costumes and lingerie for him, would be capable of something so horrific. He knows he has nothing to worry about, and yet he's suddenly so nervous.
But more than nervous, more than anxious, more than afraid, he feels a very bittersweet sense of gratitude - because he's never been pushed so hard that a choice like that could be appealing. He's never known the deep, all-consuming sorrow of losing a family member.
He shakes his head slowly. ] It's alright. I didn't take it personally. I knew even then that you must've had a lot on your mind.
[ As for his confession... it's his turn to take a sip, before settling on this to start: ] I can't imagine you must've felt at the time.
[Duval furrows his eyebrows, a warm tingle settling behind the bridge of his nose between his eyes.]
Delilah was my whole world. I didn't know anything but her. And I'd already had to accept my seat at the edge of hers when she got married, but this? I didn't know how I was going to live without her. [Fuck, his eyes are getting watery.] I still don't.
But this is a good place to start. [And reconciling with Kenta means he can do what he should have done from the beginning: give Kenta a chance to help him learn how to.]
You've been very kind to me. I consider you a - a dear friend. [The tingle spreads as his face burns with embarrassment and anxiety of the admission.] That's why I wanted to be honest with you. So you can decide how you feel about me based on all of me... all my truths.
And- And you can change your mind on holding on to that. I know it's - it's a wretched thing.
Yeah... you look really tired. [ Tired in a way that a simple cough wouldn't make someone as normally healthy as Duval feel. Which means he must F U S S. And take a step closer. ] Will you go lay down? Please?
[He turns on his heel to make his way to the bedroom.] Help yourself to anything in the kitchen [or anywhere, to be honest] but in and out, remember?
[Of course, nothing ever works out that easily. Duval's laid down in bed for mere minutes before that tickle of petals crawls up his throat again, making him burst into a coughing fit. He tries to muffle the sounds behind his hand because Kenta is still there, but it feels like the more he tries to contain it, the more the petals push their way up.]
[ ... is what he says - and honestly what he intends on doing - but it's hard to leave when he hears that coughing from the other room. He knows if he stays, Duval will just fret and fuss over him, and completely forget about himself. He's seen it happen so many times before. But the thought of pretending his dearest person isn't sick(????) hurts his heart even more.
He settles on making him a cup of soothing and sweet honey tea. With how much he's been coughing, maybe it'd soothe his throat?
He pokes his head into his bedroom. ] Duval? I made some tea for you.
What Kenta will find is a definitely-not-okay Duval sitting up in bed, but hunched over himself. His open hand hovers between him and the sheets, and in his hand are the aforementioned lilac and rosebuds, along with an excess amount of spittle that Duval can't seem to contain any longer. Even if Kenta can't see the contents from his place in the doorway, he'll definitely see the petals and thorns scattered across the bedsheet.
And Duval is looking at him like a deer caught in headlights.]
Piko is a cute thing I add to the end of my sentences sometimes! But, it's also like... [He's thinking about it.] When something is piko, it's really great. Or just right! Depends on the person!
[Duval shakes his head in, but it's accompanied by a fond smile rather than anything that might indicate a rejection. His real answer comes in how he accepts Tsumugi's device.] I have a stand we can set this up on.
[Everything is set up in the bedroom because Duval has no idea what sort of scene Kazunari might like best, but this is a good start.
Maybe he should feel more guilty of the way his hands are already familiar with the shape of Tsumugi's face when he reaches up for him. But given this whole situation... Duval thinks it's okay.]
[ If Duval did feel guilty, Tsumugi would be quick with his reassurances. And if he still felt that way after his spiel, then they could forget all of this ever happened, no questions asked.
But with the way things are, Tsumugi smiles fondly, just for Duval, and winds his arms around his waist. ] I'm not sure... He didn't make any specific requests at the time. But I think he'd be happiest if we were just ourselves with each other.
[ A beat, then: ] And so would I. [ So really, no doing anything you don't want to do, Duval!!!!!!!!!!!! ] Is there anything you'd like?
If there was time to dress you up again, that would be nice. But, I'm happy to be just ourselves and touch you. [Duval caresses the apple of Tsumugi's cheek with his thumb. It still shocks him how easy it is to be honest with Tsumugi, but he's done with being resistant to it.
Just as he's done with being resistant to his own desires. Duval leans in to close the last of the distance between them. The shape of Tsumugi's lips is also familiar, and Duval falls into the same comfortable route he's taken before.
Duval's kisses are tame - he can't be the one to initiate tongue, for obvious reasons. But his hands move from Tsumugi's cheeks to behind his neck and one by his ear. He hooks his fingers around the curve of his ear, scratching the sensitive skin there.]
[ For the moment, Tsumugi keeps the kisses tame - he's well aware of how, um. how weak Duval gets when kissed just right. And as cute as Duval is when he's melting because of him, it's not quite the right setting this time. ]
I'd love to get dressed up by you. [ Kazunari would love it, too, he's certain, but Duval's asking him about himself. ] Do you have something in mind?
[ You bet your ass he has something in mind. Duval doesn't emote as much as Kazunari does, but the way he perks up similarly is undeniable. ]
Stay put, I'll be right back. [ Normally, Duval would instruct Tsumugi to undress on his own, but he's aware of the inherent intimacy that comes with undressing someone. So, he wants to do it himself.
A few short moments later, Duval returns with sheer babydoll dress on a hanger. It's a nice balance of cute and sexy, which Duval thinks is perfect for Tsumugi. ]
What do you think? [ He gives the lingerie a little flourish, showing off the drapery (and the almost nonexistent panty piece as a result).] I think you'll look lovely.
[ To be fair, few people emote as much as Kazunari. Tsumugi finds that undeniable sparkle and excitement in his eyes so endearing all the same. (and unfortunately for Duval, though Tsumugi's not saying these thoughts out loud, they've spent enough time together for him to reasonably assume that's what he's thinking with that extra fond smile.) ]
It's beautiful, Duval-kun! You've really outdone yourself this time. [ His eye isn't as trained as, say, Yuki's, Taichi's, or Tsukasa's, but he can appreciate the work that's clearly been put into this all the same. The fabric feels so soft and buttery, and the crescent moon detailing doesn't escape his notice. ] Did you make this with me in mind?
Perhaps I did. [ Combined with the look on his face, that's a very obvious yes. ] You're quite inspiring.
Now... [ Duval needs to put an end to the topic here before Tsumugi praises him too much. He gingerly takes the lingerie away and hangs it close by. ] May I undress you?
[ He asks permission, but his hands are already fussing at the hem of Tsumugi's shirt. Overeager, his knuckles ghost over soft skin.]
[ Oh, how he's bursting with warmth right now. It's hard to hold his tongue when Duval's saying such sweet things about him. But Tsumugi recognizes a cue when he sees one. And also, while powerful, he's not the unstoppable force that is Chance "praise king" Hampton. As such, he's more than happy to shift gears and settle into whatever pace Duval sets for them.
He nods and lifts his arms, so that he can pull his shirt off and over his head. ] You may. [ And while he's doing that: ] May I undress you after?
[ Or would he prefer taking Tsumugi as he is right now? ]
[ Kissing Duval feels different for him, too. If he had to describe it, he'd say it's home, like all the ways he already is just that. It's security and history, a bond he's dedicated to making stronger than it's ever been from the ground up. They've never kissed like this before - he's only ever kissed Nen like this - but it's like everything clicks into place the moment Duval reciprocates.
Even with his boner pressing against Duval's hip, the way their bodies fit together feels right. He makes a noise, somewhere between a happy hum and a moan, and moves his hands up to cup his face.
He really, really, really doesn't want to stop kissing Duval. ]
[Kenta doesn't have to stop kissing Duval. Duval's certainly not stopping him. He pants, moaning in kind when their bodies shift together and Kenta cups his face.
He never breaks the kiss, though. The only way he can bring himself to separate from Kenta is by drawing his hand from his chest and down to where Kenta burns the hottest.] Oh my god...
[He moans into their kiss again, his breath knocked from his chest just by the mere weight of Kenta's dick in his hand. This is real. This is so real.]
[ It's so real, it's honestly overwhelming. He feels like he's drowning in sensation, in emotion, but in the best possible way.
His moans turn into desperate, breathy whines. He presses his hips toward Duval's hand, seeking his touch with a feeling that goes far beyond wanting or needing. It's essential, much like the air he's struggling to take into his lungs between their heated kisses. ]
Duvalllll...
[ Please. Please keep going. Please touch him more. Please. ]
[ Does Almond have his own apartment, as a new arrival to Ellipsa? Yes.
Does Cherry want Almond to stay in his own apartment, now that he's finally here with her? No. On the surface, it's because she'd otherwise worry herself sick over him. Neither of them have really lived independently before - they always had Mars, or someone in their parents' employment to take care of the mundane but essential tasks of cooking and cleaning. She struggled - is still struggling, really - and she can only imagine her brother having a worse time.
But beneath that? She doesn't want to be apart from him longer than necessary. At least not now. She willingly leaves his side for the sake of protecting their people from the dangers that lurked outside of Westwell's walls, but that was for weeks at a time at most. Never 73 days.
And never with her literally dying while they're apart.
She's sure he'd forgive her for holding his hand as tightly as she does as they make their way back to her apartment. Not that she could fathom him protesting at all... especially with how much he'd fussed over her when she broke the news to him, what seems like ages ago now.
(Though she knows it couldn't have been that long ago. Or maybe her mind's playing tricks on her? She swears, she can still feel her lips tingling from their kiss...)
Anyway. Once she unlocks the door, she turns to him with a smile. ] Welcome home, Almond! [ Behind the door lies... just a completely ordinary 1 bedroom apartment, complete with the bland and basic starter furnishings. Oops. ]
[The luxuries of their home in Westwell are nice, and Almond does like to spend on them, but they're not necessary. An ordinary place is still a home as long as he's with Cherry.]
I'm home.
[Besides, he can buy them more stuff now that he's there!]
You're living on your own, then? How have you been fairing?
[Almond is torn on how he feels about this. On one hand, good, no one should get near his sister. On the other hand, he knows it must have gotten lonely for Cherry and how, yes, they've both been taken care of by others until now. It must have been a difficult transition.]
[ She's quiet for a moment, then simply leans against him, pressing her cheek against his shoulder. It's a small gesture, but it makes her heart swell with emotion all the same. Feeling the weight and warmth of him reaffirms what she already knows, but needs to be reminded of: he's here with her. She's no longer alone, left only to worry about his and Westwell's safety.
So even if it hurts, she thinks he deserves the truth. He deserves the chance to be the big brother, and care for his little sister - and while she can't say so easily she deserves it, it's what she want ]
To be truly honest with you... it hasn't been easy. I am alive and healthy, but I've missed you and our home so terribly. [ She squeezes his hand tighter. ] I- I wish I could reassure you more, but I don't think I'm capable. Not a day's gone by where I haven't prayed for your safety.
[Cute, cute, cute, cute, cute, cute. Tsumugi is soooo cute! Kazunari can't think of anything else but that and how much he really wants to keep touching Tsumugi. And there's simply nothing stopping him, so...
He eases his index finger into Tsumugi's new hole. Kazunari works him open, setting a slow rhythm with his finger until one finger becomes two. Then he picks up his pace, fucking into him. All the while, his fingers curl on retreat so he presses into that sweet spot of Tsumugi's.]
[ Despite any lingering sheepishness, Tsumugi rests a hand on his thigh so his legs stay open for Kazunari. ... Which is very much needed because somehow, this feels more overwhelming than the first time. Maybe it's Kazunari's confidence? That has to be at least a part of it...
His other hand is pressed against his mouth. It's not enough to muffle his sweet gasps, but it's better than nothing when he feels so noisy, he's almost self-conscious about it.
But only "almost", because really? The thought of how pleasant his fingers feel, fucking into his (wet, so wet) hole overpowers everything else. He clenches around them as the pressure builds, and builds, and builds, until: ] Kah- Kazu-nnn! [ As always, it's his name he vocalizes when he comes. ]
Good job, Tsumutsumu ~ [Kazunari delicately strokes Tsumugi through his first orgasm. Yes, first, because Kazunari is about to make his boyfriend cum several times. Until he can't any longer, if he has anything to say about it.
But he's not cruel. Kazunari lets Tsumugi catch his breath before sliding down his lovely body. He hikes one of his lover's legs up and proceeds to kiss the supple skin of his thigh.]
[ Yes, he's well aware of how into this Kazunari's going to get, and how boneless he'll feel by the end of it all. He's really so lucky to have a boyfriend who is willing and eager to spoil him this much.
Which, speaking of said boyfriend. As he catches his breath, he regains his voice, and the first thing he says is: ] What about you...?
[ He wouldn't be at all surprised if Kazunari wanted to focus solely on him for a little while longer - and Tsumugi's not about to object to that - but still. He wants to make Kazunari feel just as good. ]
[Kazunari noses into the dark patch of hair, breathing deep. He likes Tsumugi's smell normally, but like this, his arousal is so much more potent.
His scent and his taste... Kazunari can never get enough of it. Since Tsumugi's already been worked open, Kazunari doesn't wait to lick a stripe across his core. He dips his tongue into his heat - but that's when he gets an idea.]
Wait- Tsumutsumu, get on top of me?
[Whatever Tsumugi has to say to that, Kazunari begins shimmying out of his pants.] We can feel good together.
[ There's multiple ways Tsumugi can interpret that request - after all, Kazunari wasn't very specific about how he should be on top of him. But if he had to guess...
He shifts, so that his lower half is situated over Kazunari's head, and his own head's positioned by his now freed cock. ] Like this? [ If Kazunari wanted him to ride, then wouldn't he have undressed sooner? And Tsumugi knows how much he enjoys going down on him... so this position makes a lot of sense. Like he said, they can feel good together like this.
... He just hopes he's not reading too deeply between the lines. ]
Perfect~ [Kazunari purrs again in affirmation.] You're perfect. [And so is this new view, honestly. Yes, he was face-to-face with Tsumugi's pussy just a moment ago, but it's different like this. He can look up at it like an idol. Suck the sweet nectar from his folds before it's wasted dripping down his face.]
You taste so good, Tsumutsumu. [His tone is reverent, and Kazunari doesn't take any more time away from showing his thanks for the food.]
[ Tsumugi's gotten less shy about Kazunari's love over the months of being with him, but moments like these still make his heart squeeze in his chest. He's never said it in quite such lovely words (though maybe he should), but the feelings have always been and will continue to be mutual. Kazunari is everything he could've asked for and more, in more ways than one.
A gentle shiver rolls down his spine, accompanied with a moan, as he feels his mouth returning to one of his favorite places. With how keyed up he is, he's not sure he can get Kazunari quite as hot and bothered, but he'll certainly try. He wants so much more, of course - Kazunari's spoiling has made him quite greedy in some ways - but the baseline of making his boyfriend feel as good as possible's been established.
Tsumugi ducks down, eager to show his own appreciation through kisses and licks across the length of his cock. But he won't make him wait long for him to swallow him down either. ]
[ As much as Tsumugi looked forward to his own wedding, by the end of the day, he's relieved it's over. Not that it was bad! He'll truly remember this day for the rest of his life - and he doesn't take for granted all the love and generosity their friends showed them through their gifts and well wishes.
He just really, really wants to be alone with his now husband, for the first time that day. They'd had plenty of moments during the ceremony and reception, sure, but it's still easiest to be affectionate when it's just the two of them.
But he doesn't know where to even start, other than an embrace, a kiss, a love-struck smile and the wobbliest little ] Hi.
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tsumugi + duval | duval lore dump
[ Tsumugi may be able to guess where the story leads - the death of his sister, and the still lingering regrets and "what if"s - but it does nothing to help him truly understand what Duval's feeling right now. Because honestly? He knows he most likely won't experience anything like this in his lifetime. Maybe on stage, but not as himself - not as Tsumugi Tsukioka.
When Duval's fingers tighten, Tsumugi's do as well. And when they loosen, he lets him go. ]
... I'm sorry for your loss. [ "Sorry" doesn't quite encompass everything, but it's the closest word he has. ] Take all the time you need, Duval-kun.
[ He's not going anywhere. Not until he's had a chance to share everything he wants to share. ]
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Kenta and I were best friends. We grew up together; he was like a little brother to my sister and I. I loved - love him very much, but I hurt him so easily. It just made sense, though. At the time. He was there, already sick and frail, so changing a few things inside him would't make that much of a difference. And if it was for Delilah, then - [Kenta would have been okay with it. He should have been.]
When I arrived here, Kenta had already established himself. He has a good support network here. Good friends. And he was terrified of me, traumatized, so one of those good friends made me pay for what I'd done.
[He takes a sip because he's talking SO MUCH. YAPPING.]
That's when I died. I apologize for how I spoke to you at that time.
[Duval is very good at taking out his anger on others.]
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But hearing what he did to Kenta, despite their close bonds... it's hard to swallow that the person sitting across from him, who's made costumes and lingerie for him, would be capable of something so horrific. He knows he has nothing to worry about, and yet he's suddenly so nervous.
But more than nervous, more than anxious, more than afraid, he feels a very bittersweet sense of gratitude - because he's never been pushed so hard that a choice like that could be appealing. He's never known the deep, all-consuming sorrow of losing a family member.
He shakes his head slowly. ] It's alright. I didn't take it personally. I knew even then that you must've had a lot on your mind.
[ As for his confession... it's his turn to take a sip, before settling on this to start: ] I can't imagine you must've felt at the time.
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Delilah was my whole world. I didn't know anything but her. And I'd already had to accept my seat at the edge of hers when she got married, but this? I didn't know how I was going to live without her. [Fuck, his eyes are getting watery.] I still don't.
But this is a good place to start. [And reconciling with Kenta means he can do what he should have done from the beginning: give Kenta a chance to help him learn how to.]
You've been very kind to me. I consider you a - a dear friend. [The tingle spreads as his face burns with embarrassment and anxiety of the admission.] That's why I wanted to be honest with you. So you can decide how you feel about me based on all of me... all my truths.
And- And you can change your mind on holding on to that. I know it's - it's a wretched thing.
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[ Kenta simply nods. ]
Yeah... you look really tired. [ Tired in a way that a simple cough wouldn't make someone as normally healthy as Duval feel. Which means he must F U S S. And take a step closer. ] Will you go lay down? Please?
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I will.
[He turns on his heel to make his way to the bedroom.] Help yourself to anything in the kitchen [or anywhere, to be honest] but in and out, remember?
[Of course, nothing ever works out that easily. Duval's laid down in bed for mere minutes before that tickle of petals crawls up his throat again, making him burst into a coughing fit. He tries to muffle the sounds behind his hand because Kenta is still there, but it feels like the more he tries to contain it, the more the petals push their way up.]
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[ ... is what he says - and honestly what he intends on doing - but it's hard to leave when he hears that coughing from the other room. He knows if he stays, Duval will just fret and fuss over him, and completely forget about himself. He's seen it happen so many times before. But the thought of pretending his dearest person isn't sick(????) hurts his heart even more.
He settles on making him a cup of soothing and sweet honey tea. With how much he's been coughing, maybe it'd soothe his throat?
He pokes his head into his bedroom. ] Duval? I made some tea for you.
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What Kenta will find is a definitely-not-okay Duval sitting up in bed, but hunched over himself. His open hand hovers between him and the sheets, and in his hand are the aforementioned lilac and rosebuds, along with an excess amount of spittle that Duval can't seem to contain any longer. Even if Kenta can't see the contents from his place in the doorway, he'll definitely see the petals and thorns scattered across the bedsheet.
And Duval is looking at him like a deer caught in headlights.]
lyric + kazunari | mistletoe
[ sir how are you doing that with your mouth ]
- Uh. [ Right. Uh. Words. Don't just stand there sputtering like a flustered moron, Lyric!!! ] Th- thanks?
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Welc! Any time you need a kiss, just let me know!
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[ Asks the girl who was just flustered by a kiss, thus proving that she does, in fact, need kisses. ]
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Because kisses are nice?
[Duh?]
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[ lyric. please. ]
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He genuinely doesn't know what to say to that, so Kazunari just
kisses Lyric again.
Mwah.]
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If she wasn't blushing before, she definitely is now. ]
-- You didn't have to kiss me a second time!!
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[He grabs her shoulders as if this is a very dire situation (which it is).]
You really need kisses.
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Lyric takes a breath, to calm herself at least a fraction. ] I've been fine so far without kisses.
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And that's how I know you need kisses! Just "fine" doesn't cut it! You could be great! You could be piko, piko!
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[ sorry kazunari ]
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[That doesn't explain anything.]
Piko is a cute thing I add to the end of my sentences sometimes! But, it's also like... [He's thinking about it.] When something is piko, it's really great. Or just right! Depends on the person!
tsumugi + duval | Spicy Content
[ Without an ounce of hesitation, despite how sheepish he may still look: ] I would.
[ They're both freaks. Truly made for each other. ]
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[Everything is set up in the bedroom because Duval has no idea what sort of scene Kazunari might like best, but this is a good start.
Maybe he should feel more guilty of the way his hands are already familiar with the shape of Tsumugi's face when he reaches up for him. But given this whole situation... Duval thinks it's okay.]
Does Miyoshi want... anything in particular?
[Weird.]
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But with the way things are, Tsumugi smiles fondly, just for Duval, and winds his arms around his waist. ] I'm not sure... He didn't make any specific requests at the time. But I think he'd be happiest if we were just ourselves with each other.
[ A beat, then: ] And so would I. [ So really, no doing anything you don't want to do, Duval!!!!!!!!!!!! ] Is there anything you'd like?
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Just as he's done with being resistant to his own desires. Duval leans in to close the last of the distance between them. The shape of Tsumugi's lips is also familiar, and Duval falls into the same comfortable route he's taken before.
Duval's kisses are tame - he can't be the one to initiate tongue, for obvious reasons. But his hands move from Tsumugi's cheeks to behind his neck and one by his ear. He hooks his fingers around the curve of his ear, scratching the sensitive skin there.]
Tell me if there's anything you want, too.
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I'd love to get dressed up by you. [ Kazunari would love it, too, he's certain, but Duval's asking him about himself. ] Do you have something in mind?
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Stay put, I'll be right back. [ Normally, Duval would instruct Tsumugi to undress on his own, but he's aware of the inherent intimacy that comes with undressing someone. So, he wants to do it himself.
A few short moments later, Duval returns with sheer babydoll dress on a hanger. It's a nice balance of cute and sexy, which Duval thinks is perfect for Tsumugi. ]
What do you think? [ He gives the lingerie a little flourish, showing off the drapery (and the almost nonexistent panty piece as a result).] I think you'll look lovely.
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It's beautiful, Duval-kun! You've really outdone yourself this time. [ His eye isn't as trained as, say, Yuki's, Taichi's, or Tsukasa's, but he can appreciate the work that's clearly been put into this all the same. The fabric feels so soft and buttery, and the crescent moon detailing doesn't escape his notice. ] Did you make this with me in mind?
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Now... [ Duval needs to put an end to the topic here before Tsumugi praises him too much. He gingerly takes the lingerie away and hangs it close by. ] May I undress you?
[ He asks permission, but his hands are already fussing at the hem of Tsumugi's shirt. Overeager, his knuckles ghost over soft skin.]
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And also, while powerful, he's not the unstoppable force that is Chance "praise king" Hampton.As such, he's more than happy to shift gears and settle into whatever pace Duval sets for them.He nods and lifts his arms, so that he can pull his shirt off and over his head. ] You may. [ And while he's doing that: ] May I undress you after?
[ Or would he prefer taking Tsumugi as he is right now? ]
kenta + duval | Spicy Content
[ Kissing Duval feels different for him, too. If he had to describe it, he'd say it's home, like all the ways he already is just that. It's security and history, a bond he's dedicated to making stronger than it's ever been from the ground up. They've never kissed like this before - he's only ever kissed Nen like this - but it's like everything clicks into place the moment Duval reciprocates.
Even with his boner pressing against Duval's hip, the way their bodies fit together feels right. He makes a noise, somewhere between a happy hum and a moan, and moves his hands up to cup his face.
He really, really, really doesn't want to stop kissing Duval. ]
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He never breaks the kiss, though. The only way he can bring himself to separate from Kenta is by drawing his hand from his chest and down to where Kenta burns the hottest.] Oh my god...
[He moans into their kiss again, his breath knocked from his chest just by the mere weight of Kenta's dick in his hand. This is real. This is so real.]
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His moans turn into desperate, breathy whines. He presses his hips toward Duval's hand, seeking his touch with a feeling that goes far beyond wanting or needing. It's essential, much like the air he's struggling to take into his lungs between their heated kisses. ]
Duvalllll...
[ Please. Please keep going. Please touch him more. Please. ]
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Does Cherry want Almond to stay in his own apartment, now that he's finally here with her? No. On the surface, it's because she'd otherwise worry herself sick over him. Neither of them have really lived independently before - they always had Mars, or someone in their parents' employment to take care of the mundane but essential tasks of cooking and cleaning. She struggled - is still struggling, really - and she can only imagine her brother having a worse time.
But beneath that? She doesn't want to be apart from him longer than necessary. At least not now. She willingly leaves his side for the sake of protecting their people from the dangers that lurked outside of Westwell's walls, but that was for weeks at a time at most. Never 73 days.
And never with her literally dying while they're apart.
She's sure he'd forgive her for holding his hand as tightly as she does as they make their way back to her apartment. Not that she could fathom him protesting at all... especially with how much he'd fussed over her when she broke the news to him, what seems like ages ago now.
(Though she knows it couldn't have been that long ago. Or maybe her mind's playing tricks on her? She swears, she can still feel her lips tingling from their kiss...)
Anyway. Once she unlocks the door, she turns to him with a smile. ] Welcome home, Almond! [ Behind the door lies... just a completely ordinary 1 bedroom apartment, complete with the bland and basic starter furnishings. Oops. ]
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I'm home.
[Besides, he can buy them more stuff now that he's there!]
You're living on your own, then? How have you been fairing?
[Almond is torn on how he feels about this. On one hand, good, no one should get near his sister. On the other hand, he knows it must have gotten lonely for Cherry and how, yes, they've both been taken care of by others until now. It must have been a difficult transition.]
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So even if it hurts, she thinks he deserves the truth. He deserves the chance to be the big brother, and care for his little sister - and while she can't say so easily she deserves it, it's what she want ]
To be truly honest with you... it hasn't been easy. I am alive and healthy, but I've missed you and our home so terribly. [ She squeezes his hand tighter. ] I- I wish I could reassure you more, but I don't think I'm capable. Not a day's gone by where I haven't prayed for your safety.
Tsumukazu | spicy
[Cute, cute, cute, cute, cute, cute. Tsumugi is soooo cute! Kazunari can't think of anything else but that and how much he really wants to keep touching Tsumugi. And there's simply nothing stopping him, so...
He eases his index finger into Tsumugi's new hole. Kazunari works him open, setting a slow rhythm with his finger until one finger becomes two. Then he picks up his pace, fucking into him. All the while, his fingers curl on retreat so he presses into that sweet spot of Tsumugi's.]
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His other hand is pressed against his mouth. It's not enough to muffle his sweet gasps, but it's better than nothing when he feels so noisy, he's almost self-conscious about it.
But only "almost", because really? The thought of how pleasant his fingers feel, fucking into his (wet, so wet) hole overpowers everything else. He clenches around them as the pressure builds, and builds, and builds, until: ] Kah- Kazu-nnn! [ As always, it's his name he vocalizes when he comes. ]
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But he's not cruel. Kazunari lets Tsumugi catch his breath before sliding down his lovely body. He hikes one of his lover's legs up and proceeds to kiss the supple skin of his thigh.]
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Which, speaking of said boyfriend. As he catches his breath, he regains his voice, and the first thing he says is: ] What about you...?
[ He wouldn't be at all surprised if Kazunari wanted to focus solely on him for a little while longer - and Tsumugi's not about to object to that - but still. He wants to make Kazunari feel just as good. ]
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[Back to kissing his thigh now, slowly lowering down to Tsumugi's heat as he goes.] Don't worry, I promise I'll have my turn.
[A promise and a threat?]
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Hah... I'll hold you to that promise.
[ But for now, he moves his hand from his thigh to his head. His fingers comb through his hair gently as he descends further between his legs. ]
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His scent and his taste... Kazunari can never get enough of it. Since Tsumugi's already been worked open, Kazunari doesn't wait to lick a stripe across his core. He dips his tongue into his heat - but that's when he gets an idea.]
Wait- Tsumutsumu, get on top of me?
[Whatever Tsumugi has to say to that, Kazunari begins shimmying out of his pants.] We can feel good together.
[Besides, like, the obvious way.]
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He shifts, so that his lower half is situated over Kazunari's head, and his own head's positioned by his now freed cock. ] Like this? [ If Kazunari wanted him to ride, then wouldn't he have undressed sooner? And Tsumugi knows how much he enjoys going down on him... so this position makes a lot of sense. Like he said, they can feel good together like this.
... He just hopes he's not reading too deeply between the lines. ]
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Perfect~ [Kazunari purrs again in affirmation.] You're perfect. [And so is this new view, honestly. Yes, he was face-to-face with Tsumugi's pussy just a moment ago, but it's different like this. He can look up at it like an idol. Suck the sweet nectar from his folds before it's wasted dripping down his face.]
You taste so good, Tsumutsumu. [His tone is reverent, and Kazunari doesn't take any more time away from showing his thanks for the food.]
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A gentle shiver rolls down his spine, accompanied with a moan, as he feels his mouth returning to one of his favorite places. With how keyed up he is, he's not sure he can get Kazunari quite as hot and bothered, but he'll certainly try. He wants so much more, of course - Kazunari's spoiling has made him quite greedy in some ways - but the baseline of making his boyfriend feel as good as possible's been established.
Tsumugi ducks down, eager to show his own appreciation through kisses and licks across the length of his cock. But he won't make him wait long for him to swallow him down either. ]
tsumukazu | wedding night
He just really, really wants to be alone with his now husband, for the first time that day. They'd had plenty of moments during the ceremony and reception, sure, but it's still easiest to be affectionate when it's just the two of them.
But he doesn't know where to even start, other than an embrace, a kiss, a love-struck smile and the wobbliest little ] Hi.
[ They did it. They're actually married. ]