But it's fine, this is fine because Dick's mouth is catching all of Junpei's groans and whines and gasps with every movement he's making even while the touch of his hands remains light and teasing.
But eventually his hands drift to Dick's thighs and one takes him firmly in his palm, setting a faster pace with his strokes while his kisses grow a little sloppier. It's fine? They're fine.]
[ death is the only thing that would free me from this.
dick tenses when junpei finally touches him again, and he's the one that bites at junpei's lip now, almost too harsh, because it barely takes any time at all before dick's coming with a low groan. he might've been on the edge for a little while now, maybe. there's a few moments during and after where he stops moving except for a slight rocking of his hips, panting from the aftermath of his orgasm... but then after a beat he puts both hands on junpei's shoulder and keeps going, limbs shaking from oversensitivity rather than effort. ]
[It's occurred to me that Junpei's still wearing his shirt and Dick's biting his lip, startling him enough that he finds himself pressing in even when Dick stops moving.
The problem, of course, is that he's still going and Junpei lets go of him to a.) lick his hand clean, again, and b.) bring both hands up to Dick's cheek. His breathing's ragged and his feet are kicking at the other arm of the couch, fingers a little shaky on Dick's skin for the moment.]
You don't have to...[It's part of what he says but it's a mixed message because he lets his hands move around to the back of Dick's neck and shoulders to hold onto him.]
god dick sure as fuck did ruin junpei by starting that trend, huh. dick's breathing is a little ragged, blinking slowly as he keeps going, but the smile on his face curls in slow and a bit soft, a bit self-satisfied at the effect he's having on junpei ]
S'okay. I wanna. [ though he hides his face in the crook of junpei's neck again when he's holding onto him. ]
[Dick can do their laundry while hungover tomorrow it's fine. But yeah, sure did! Thanks! But the expression is something different and even when Dick leans forward to hide his face again and despite knowing he's a little too close to edging over, he turns his head just enough to mumble.]
[Listen there is a lot going on in his head including knowing Dick had some kind of breakdown earlier and it bothers him a lot more than it should, plus the other stuff which also bothers him for a whole other reason and just...ugh.
Somehow, though "I want to" is maybe enough or maybe it's the sound of Dick's voice or maybe it's a combination of everything. There's no loud exclamation of any kind when he finds himself coming and instead it's a sharp, breathless noise as his toes curl into the couch and his nails leave small crescent marks scattered across Dick's shoulders. His breathing sounds too loud in his own ears, but as his legs straighten out and he registers Dick still snug around him, he's turning his head just enough to kiss his hair...before lightly pulling on it between his lips just because he can.]
but he makes a vaguely happy noise when he feels junpei come and he settles down, still curled on top of him, making no effort to move now that it's done. he nuzzles a bit with a hum that turns inquisitive at the light mouth-hair-pulling thing, but he doesn't move at all to stop it. ]
Like the previous Saturday, even when it's all said and done he makes no efforts to pull out. He lets Dick curl up and this couch really, really is not big enough for this but instead of doing anything remotely useful he's winding his arm around Dick's waist and his shoulder. He's fluffing up the hair at the back of his head, lighter and softer movements to make up for being a little too enthused with the hairpulling, but he turns to press his face against Dick's hair from where he's resting in Junpei's neck.]
Yeah...feeling better? [It's an artificially light question to apply to just getting off, but hm.]
[ dick sighs where he is, humming again. it's a content kind, at least? after a while, though, he answers: ]
Think I'm contortioning my limbs off. [ this couch is very much not made for this. he is not making any move to fix it, mind, at least not yet ] But otherwise, I'm good.
[ he's maybe regretting a thing or two, but they're all things that he said so it's fine! ]
Good. [He's also not moving and lets his hand play with Dick's hair even while his eyes shut a bit. ] You really know how to spoil a guy though...I think you need to be on top a little more often.
[He nudges his nose into Dick's head. ] Let me know when you want to move.
[ dick's resulting laugh is might be short but it's more than a little smug ]
You say that like I normally lie back and think of England. Glad you liked it this time.
[ he's a walking shitpost it's fine. Either way, at the notion of moving there's a little groan. his limbs might ache right now but he doesn't want to move don't bully him ]
How would I know? [A joking tone.] I wouldn't mind knowing what goes on in your head but for all I know you are definitely thinking of something else. [They don't have to move? Junpei is a little overheated and stiff but he can deal. He's settling on letting a hand casually smooth up and down Dick's back because he can.]
[ there's a lot dick could say to that, quips or turning the question around, but what he says instead is: ]
Friend of mine's psychic. Martian. They communicate entirely by thought, so she'd establish a mind link and speak to us telepathically. Weird and invasive at first, but ... it was convenient, so we used it a lot. Would've made figuring out who was a demon or not easy.
Yeah? Can't say that surprises me much. If you could read a person's thoughts there'd be no way to hide them at all. [And wouldn't that help a lot. ] ...having a connection to someone in the Morphogenetic Field is sort of like that, too. You can communicate that way and in some cases share memories. I always figured that's why I lost access when we got here. Otherwise I could maybe see other histories and what might happen.
[He has more to say, but...maybe now isn't the best time.] Think it's easier or harder knowing exactly what a person's thinking?
There's still a lot of communication issues on Mars. Anything someone isn't sharing willingly has to be taken by force. So ... not that simple. Don't think that answer is, either.
[ but, to lift the weird mood dick himself set: ]
I can tell you I definitely don't think of England.
You're the Mars expert here. [Most things aren't. He shrugs in a way that says fair enough, fingers tapping out a little beat on Dick's spine before his hand continues to move again.
The second answer gets a small laugh though.] I'm kind of hoping I'm not that bad in bed that you're thinking of something else entirely, but good to know I'm a little more interesting than England. [He can roll with the weird tones it's fine, it's not like Junpei doesn't do this to themselves a lot too.]
[ it's very rude and also very dangerous when he's still on junpei's lap and Junpei's still inside him. the fool. dick tries to move his hip away after the pinch but there is nowhere to go ]
Sure, that's it. [ he agrees with a laugh ] Gonna make plans?
[Theyre both stupid it's fine. But as Dick says that Junpei gives him a considering look before he just shrugs. He could say a few things, but.]
Maybe. [He lets his hand go still. ] ...you know I'm yours for anything you want. [He thinks about how often Higekiri offers himself for people to use for scouting and missions and he thinks about how he's acted as a pawn in someone else's game before. It's not a role he's unfamiliar with. It also isn't an offer he means lightly, but Dick can take it however he wants. Sex. Business. Otherwise. He's pretty much resigned himself to that. ]
[ you know what else is stupid. the look on dick's face when junpei says that and he just. looks at him for a bit, expression unreadable. ... after a while he sighs, dropping his head back down ]
... Not sure I like the way it sounds when you say it like that.
[ and it's what it sounds like, a little. it's the same uncomfortable feeling he gets when higekiri tells him. oh, dick knows how to do it, can even be good at it-- but he hates it. ]
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But it's fine, this is fine because Dick's mouth is catching all of Junpei's groans and whines and gasps with every movement he's making even while the touch of his hands remains light and teasing.
But eventually his hands drift to Dick's thighs and one takes him firmly in his palm, setting a faster pace with his strokes while his kisses grow a little sloppier. It's fine? They're fine.]
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dick tenses when junpei finally touches him again, and he's the one that bites at junpei's lip now, almost too harsh, because it barely takes any time at all before dick's coming with a low groan. he might've been on the edge for a little while now, maybe. there's a few moments during and after where he stops moving except for a slight rocking of his hips, panting from the aftermath of his orgasm... but then after a beat he puts both hands on junpei's shoulder and keeps going, limbs shaking from oversensitivity rather than effort. ]
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The problem, of course, is that he's still going and Junpei lets go of him to a.) lick his hand clean, again, and b.) bring both hands up to Dick's cheek. His breathing's ragged and his feet are kicking at the other arm of the couch, fingers a little shaky on Dick's skin for the moment.]
You don't have to...[It's part of what he says but it's a mixed message because he lets his hands move around to the back of Dick's neck and shoulders to hold onto him.]
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god dick sure as fuck did ruin junpei by starting that trend, huh. dick's breathing is a little ragged, blinking slowly as he keeps going, but the smile on his face curls in slow and a bit soft, a bit self-satisfied at the effect he's having on junpei ]
S'okay. I wanna. [ though he hides his face in the crook of junpei's neck again when he's holding onto him. ]
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Tell me why.
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I want to. [ repeat for emphasis! ]
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Somehow, though "I want to" is maybe enough or maybe it's the sound of Dick's voice or maybe it's a combination of everything. There's no loud exclamation of any kind when he finds himself coming and instead it's a sharp, breathless noise as his toes curl into the couch and his nails leave small crescent marks scattered across Dick's shoulders. His breathing sounds too loud in his own ears, but as his legs straighten out and he registers Dick still snug around him, he's turning his head just enough to kiss his hair...before lightly pulling on it between his lips just because he can.]
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but he makes a vaguely happy noise when he feels junpei come and he settles down, still curled on top of him, making no effort to move now that it's done. he nuzzles a bit with a hum that turns inquisitive at the light mouth-hair-pulling thing, but he doesn't move at all to stop it. ]
... Thanks.
[ it's mumbled into his neck ]
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Like the previous Saturday, even when it's all said and done he makes no efforts to pull out. He lets Dick curl up and this couch really, really is not big enough for this but instead of doing anything remotely useful he's winding his arm around Dick's waist and his shoulder. He's fluffing up the hair at the back of his head, lighter and softer movements to make up for being a little too enthused with the hairpulling, but he turns to press his face against Dick's hair from where he's resting in Junpei's neck.]
Yeah...feeling better? [It's an artificially light question to apply to just getting off, but hm.]
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Think I'm contortioning my limbs off. [ this couch is very much not made for this. he is not making any move to fix it, mind, at least not yet ] But otherwise, I'm good.
[ he's maybe regretting a thing or two, but they're all things that he said so it's fine! ]
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[He nudges his nose into Dick's head. ] Let me know when you want to move.
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You say that like I normally lie back and think of England. Glad you liked it this time.
[ he's a walking shitpost it's fine. Either way, at the notion of moving there's a little groan. his limbs might ache right now but he doesn't want to move don't bully him ]
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Friend of mine's psychic. Martian. They communicate entirely by thought, so she'd establish a mind link and speak to us telepathically. Weird and invasive at first, but ... it was convenient, so we used it a lot. Would've made figuring out who was a demon or not easy.
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[He has more to say, but...maybe now isn't the best time.] Think it's easier or harder knowing exactly what a person's thinking?
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There's still a lot of communication issues on Mars. Anything someone isn't sharing willingly has to be taken by force. So ... not that simple. Don't think that answer is, either.
[ but, to lift the weird mood dick himself set: ]
I can tell you I definitely don't think of England.
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The second answer gets a small laugh though.] I'm kind of hoping I'm not that bad in bed that you're thinking of something else entirely, but good to know I'm a little more interesting than England. [He can roll with the weird tones it's fine, it's not like Junpei doesn't do this to themselves a lot too.]
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Eh... you're okay, I guess.
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Sure, that's it. [ he agrees with a laugh ] Gonna make plans?
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Maybe. [He lets his hand go still. ] ...you know I'm yours for anything you want. [He thinks about how often Higekiri offers himself for people to use for scouting and missions and he thinks about how he's acted as a pawn in someone else's game before. It's not a role he's unfamiliar with. It also isn't an offer he means lightly, but Dick can take it however he wants. Sex. Business. Otherwise. He's pretty much resigned himself to that. ]
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... Not sure I like the way it sounds when you say it like that.
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Why not?
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[ and it's what it sounds like, a little. it's the same uncomfortable feeling he gets when higekiri tells him. oh, dick knows how to do it, can even be good at it-- but he hates it. ]
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Look at me. [Another demand, just to see if Dick listens.]
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