[Because he's Nikka-Nikka-Rii, obviously? But Junpei looks at him briefly before there's a low laugh, face turning away to examine a bag of coffee grounds instead.]
...so you got lucky twice. [Twice is maybe still something, Junpei.] It wasn't exactly an offer, it was...kind of an open invitation if you ever needed it. I guess.
[Somehow this is different than an offer, but sure.]
...usually games like this only last a few hours, and some of the people I met during those times are people I don't want to give up. A couple of weeks maybe isn't surprising even if it's kind of...you know. Weird.
[Given he's slept with Nikkari a few times by now.]
--what? [Forced out of his own head and his own embarrassment, he seems to remember what he was doing. If Nikkari won't press, he won't answer that. He'll take the out.] Oh. Right. Here, let me...
[And he looks at the machines to work on making something kind of frothy. How hard can this be? He's never been a barista but he can figure out how to make some kind of latte, which is what he holds in one hand and offers it to Nikkari shortly after, fingers curled around the mug as he offers the handle to him.]
...people who're trained to do this know how to make art out of the foam. Like cats and flowers and stuff.
[ he's about to respond to junpei's commentary with thoughtful curiosity ("you can do those sorts of things just by steaming milk?"), but his fingers brush along junpei's as he reaches out to take the mug, and, well...
with their hands both still on the handle of the cup, nikkari suddenly looks into junpei's eyes with a certain longing, perhaps bordering on desperation. ]
I... Junpei-san...
[ his throat is suddenly dry and he can hardly form words and all he wants to do is kiss junpei? which is probably a bad idea if they don't put this fuckin cup of coffee down soon! ]
[...oh bad. Ohhh bad, bad, bad. He inhales sharply because it hits him a little too fast, eyes blinking rapidly to try and clear his head.]
...it's happening to you, too? [His free hand's gripping the counter so he doesn't immediately reach out to grab Nikkari, but that coffee cup is in danger of falling. They should maybe, like, not, but now he's a little too entranced.]
[ it's not that he doesn't recognize the feeling. he knows this surge of heat suddenly coursing through his veins, that urge you get when you're so captivated by someone else that you just want to throw yourself at their warmth and melt against them until it's hard to distinguish your body from theirs—
he knows when he's horny, basically. he just doesn't know it's because they touched.
he's brought out of the trance by a different kind of heat, though, as the cup tilts in a way that ends up with some of the hot coffee splashed onto his hand. he startles with a yelp as his attention is drawn away from junpei's eyes to the drink as he. sets it down. god. this is the worst coffee shop au. ]
Okay you know, never mind, this is...[Likewise, he knows his own body well enough and especially now, recently, in a space where he's really explored his options. The arousal in the pit of his stomach is hard to ignore, and he actually glares at the cup of coffee like it's its fault. Maybe it is?]
Pheromone coffee... [Is it the smell? Is that why they're suddenly really horny? It wouldn't surprise him but he scowls at the cup.] Is nothing sacred here?
[But he's also promptly pushing the cup out of the way before turning to Nikkari.] Are you okay? Let me see your hand.
[ once the coffee is safely removed from the equation, all bets are off. despite the fact that he might have a small first-degree burn, nikkari only cares about lunging at junpei to sloppily kiss him in an attempt to tame the fire within. ]
I think... I have a different kind of thirst now, Junpei-san.
[ it's not exactly what junpei had asked for, but he's still getting nikkari's hand in some way—and that way is with their fingers curled around each other. ]
[Well he's too stupid to move because he's trying to ignore his own thoughts, but Nikkari's moving in and his mouth's against his too fast to notice.
He does nothing to pull away, but instead he laughs, one hand gripping Nikkari's and another grabbing a fistful of the front of his shirt.]
For once...you and I agree on something. [It's a joke because they've agreed on a lot, actually, but he's shifting to turn them so that Nikkari's leaning against the counter, coffee out of the way and Junpei's knee sliding between Nikkari's legs.] So how can I help with that...?
[Belatedly, he realizes he could have tried even a sliver of self-control, but Nikkari's attractive and he knows he's good at what he does. It's a faster way to solve a problem.]
[ nikkari groans and moves back to grind along junpei's knee as he's bent over the bar. despite his assertive demeanor their first night together, it seems he's more willing to let junpei decide how to relieve themselves today. he's very much into being taken care of too, after all.
he can't really think clearly so he doesn't have a response ready for junpei's question. instead of leaving his partner hanging, though, he breathes in deeply and mumbles, ]
[A switch sword, then. He could get behind that (literally) and he allows a hand to slide up Nikkari's chest while he leans in to whisper into his ear, knee shifting to provide more friction to grind against. His other hand's already busy trying to work Nikkari's pants open, so pretty much all sense of logic's gone here. He's not going to ask if Nikkari's sure or if they should move. He already knows the answer.]
Same question right back at you, Nikkari. Do you want to see me...? [And the question itself sounds innocent enough, but the answer will determine some things, he thinks.]
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You ever figure out what the other one was?
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[ his eyes narrow teasingly. ]
I feel as though I'm owed an answer.
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Yeah? [Uh...] I was kind of drunk and thought it was funny at the time, I totally get if it was a stupid idea. [This explains nothing.]
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[ how did he make those sounds with his mouth. who knows. either way, he's being purposely singsong-y and shitpost-y and just plain nikkari-y. ]
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Sex with the Bartender.
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[ after a few moments of silence, he just starts to laugh, almost hysterically so. ]
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[UGH!!!! This would be a convenient time for the ground to eat him, why did he think that was a smart idea back then.]
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[ give him a bit to catch his breath, goodness! ]
I'd already gotten that even before you gave me the drink, hadn't I?
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...so you got lucky twice. [Twice is maybe still something, Junpei.] It wasn't exactly an offer, it was...kind of an open invitation if you ever needed it. I guess.
[Somehow this is different than an offer, but sure.]
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nikkari rests his arms on the counter and looks right into junpei's eyes, if he looks this way. ]
Ha ha ha... is it possible that you've become fond of me, Junpei-san?
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Depends on what you think being fond is. Maybe I just think you aren't a terrible person. [Or, he's being stubborn. Both are possible.]
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[ he doesn't lick his lips just a bit at that. junpei must be hallucinating if he thought he saw that. ]
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Maybe it's a couple of things. So what?
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It's only been two weeks, and yet I feel we've already come so far.
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...usually games like this only last a few hours, and some of the people I met during those times are people I don't want to give up. A couple of weeks maybe isn't surprising even if it's kind of...you know. Weird.
[Given he's slept with Nikkari a few times by now.]
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[ he tilts his head curiously before he remembers the scrawl of letters along junpei's ribcage last week. ]
Ah—Junpei-san, what happened to that drink you were making for me?
[ he won't force him to talk about it if he doesn't want to. ]
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[And he looks at the machines to work on making something kind of frothy. How hard can this be? He's never been a barista but he can figure out how to make some kind of latte, which is what he holds in one hand and offers it to Nikkari shortly after, fingers curled around the mug as he offers the handle to him.]
...people who're trained to do this know how to make art out of the foam. Like cats and flowers and stuff.
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with their hands both still on the handle of the cup, nikkari suddenly looks into junpei's eyes with a certain longing, perhaps bordering on desperation. ]
I... Junpei-san...
[ his throat is suddenly dry and he can hardly form words and all he wants to do is kiss junpei? which is probably a bad idea if they don't put this fuckin cup of coffee down soon! ]
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...it's happening to you, too? [His free hand's gripping the counter so he doesn't immediately reach out to grab Nikkari, but that coffee cup is in danger of falling. They should maybe, like, not, but now he's a little too entranced.]
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[ it's not that he doesn't recognize the feeling. he knows this surge of heat suddenly coursing through his veins, that urge you get when you're so captivated by someone else that you just want to throw yourself at their warmth and melt against them until it's hard to distinguish your body from theirs—
he knows when he's horny, basically. he just doesn't know it's because they touched.
he's brought out of the trance by a different kind of heat, though, as the cup tilts in a way that ends up with some of the hot coffee splashed onto his hand. he startles with a yelp as his attention is drawn away from junpei's eyes to the drink as he. sets it down. god. this is the worst coffee shop au. ]
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Pheromone coffee... [Is it the smell? Is that why they're suddenly really horny? It wouldn't surprise him but he scowls at the cup.] Is nothing sacred here?
[But he's also promptly pushing the cup out of the way before turning to Nikkari.] Are you okay? Let me see your hand.
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I think... I have a different kind of thirst now, Junpei-san.
[ it's not exactly what junpei had asked for, but he's still getting nikkari's hand in some way—and that way is with their fingers curled around each other. ]
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He does nothing to pull away, but instead he laughs, one hand gripping Nikkari's and another grabbing a fistful of the front of his shirt.]
For once...you and I agree on something. [It's a joke because they've agreed on a lot, actually, but he's shifting to turn them so that Nikkari's leaning against the counter, coffee out of the way and Junpei's knee sliding between Nikkari's legs.] So how can I help with that...?
[Belatedly, he realizes he could have tried even a sliver of self-control, but Nikkari's attractive and he knows he's good at what he does. It's a faster way to solve a problem.]
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he can't really think clearly so he doesn't have a response ready for junpei's question. instead of leaving his partner hanging, though, he breathes in deeply and mumbles, ]
... Surprise me.
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Same question right back at you, Nikkari. Do you want to see me...? [And the question itself sounds innocent enough, but the answer will determine some things, he thinks.]
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