...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.]
[ he's already pushing his ass back as junpei's hands work their way across his body, wiggling his hips to better lose his pants. part of him wishes junpei would just shut up and keep going, but... at the same time, he kind of likes just hearing his voice. touch and sound were the only senses fully available to the sword spirits before gaining their human bodies; they're comforted by those things especially, when all else fails. ]
I... don't mind either way. Just as long as you continue to talk.
[There's a low sound of amusement, hands working to drop Nikkari's pants while keeping his mouth close to his ear.]
That I can do. [His hands release him to reach into his pockets for a small tube he's taken to carrying around, uncapping it before the hand comes back to stroke his hip and slide whatever remaining clothing is on down. It's instinct, mostly, that guides him to coating his fingers and letting the lube warm for a bit, the fingers of his dry hand firmly grabbing his ass and touching just because he can.]
So maybe I'm a little too fond of you. [The same low tone.] I kinda like mysteries. I thought you knew that about me. [And even as he's talking he finally stops screwing around and allows a finger to circle Nikkari's entrance, giving him a few seconds' warning before sliding the tip of his finger in. It's a mimicry of what Nikkari did for him until he knows the pace he wants set.]
I do... but the confirmation doesn't hurt to have.
[ nikkari instinctively lets out a moan when junpei fingers him, but it very quickly morphs into that teasing laughter that junpei's probably more than used to at this point. unlike an untouched entrance, nikkari's is loose and pliable, easily accommodating that bit of junpei's finger. the only reason his rim tightens is because he intentionally clenches as he lifts his hips for better access. ]
You can stop treating me like I'm fragile, you know... [ he shoots a sultry, almost taunting look over his shoulder. ] I've been handled many, many times over the course of my life.
[ is he talking about as a sword, or as a human? the answer is yes. ]
Why do you always laugh at me in times like this? [He doesn't sound like he minds much, but with Nikkari's blessing he's adding a second finger, sliding both in further and other hand moving to lift him a little further onto the counter.]
I kinda got the impression you like being manhandled though. That part isn't a mystery. [He settles for hooking his chin over Nikkari's shoulder to keep talking as he works him open, moreso to tease than to actually stretch him.] Maybe I'm still learning? Give me some credit for trying.
It's my name, Junpei-san. The Nikkari who doesn't laugh isn't a Nikkari at all.
[ he eagerly follows along with junpei's guidance, propping himself up on his elbows and planting his feet on the footrest of a barstool for extra support. at the same time, he pushes even further back against junpei's hand, groaning with pleasure as junpei teases him with both his fingers and his voice. ]
Ah... haha. [ he tucks his head into his arms, nuzzling the back of his head slightly into the chin on his shoulder. ] I'll only give credit when you've turned in the assignment.
[ of course he'd still make shitty jokes even as he's bent over a countertop with someone else's fingers deep in his ass. ]
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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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I... don't mind either way. Just as long as you continue to talk.
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That I can do. [His hands release him to reach into his pockets for a small tube he's taken to carrying around, uncapping it before the hand comes back to stroke his hip and slide whatever remaining clothing is on down. It's instinct, mostly, that guides him to coating his fingers and letting the lube warm for a bit, the fingers of his dry hand firmly grabbing his ass and touching just because he can.]
So maybe I'm a little too fond of you. [The same low tone.] I kinda like mysteries. I thought you knew that about me. [And even as he's talking he finally stops screwing around and allows a finger to circle Nikkari's entrance, giving him a few seconds' warning before sliding the tip of his finger in. It's a mimicry of what Nikkari did for him until he knows the pace he wants set.]
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[ nikkari instinctively lets out a moan when junpei fingers him, but it very quickly morphs into that teasing laughter that junpei's probably more than used to at this point. unlike an untouched entrance, nikkari's is loose and pliable, easily accommodating that bit of junpei's finger. the only reason his rim tightens is because he intentionally clenches as he lifts his hips for better access. ]
You can stop treating me like I'm fragile, you know... [ he shoots a sultry, almost taunting look over his shoulder. ] I've been handled many, many times over the course of my life.
[ is he talking about as a sword, or as a human? the answer is yes. ]
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I kinda got the impression you like being manhandled though. That part isn't a mystery. [He settles for hooking his chin over Nikkari's shoulder to keep talking as he works him open, moreso to tease than to actually stretch him.] Maybe I'm still learning? Give me some credit for trying.
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[ he eagerly follows along with junpei's guidance, propping himself up on his elbows and planting his feet on the footrest of a barstool for extra support. at the same time, he pushes even further back against junpei's hand, groaning with pleasure as junpei teases him with both his fingers and his voice. ]
Ah... haha. [ he tucks his head into his arms, nuzzling the back of his head slightly into the chin on his shoulder. ] I'll only give credit when you've turned in the assignment.
[ of course he'd still make shitty jokes even as he's bent over a countertop with someone else's fingers deep in his ass. ]
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