bakerstreet | taken from a prompt on rpanons

taken from a prompt on rpanons

TRAPPED TOGETHER
a fuck or die smut meme

You don't remember falling asleep, but now you're waking up, and it's nowhere familiar. The room is white from top to bottom, clean and sterile. There is no visible door or other means of escape. Fluorescent lights embedded in the ceiling provide the only light.

The room is mostly empty, but not entirely. A large monitor sits recessed into the wall opposite you. A chest of drawers sits on the wall to your left, and a closet in the wall to your right. You are sitting on a large, white bed, and you are not alone. Do you know this person? Are they a friend, an enemy, a lover? Or are they a complete stranger, someone you've never met before in your life. There is a strange collar around their neck, and with a start, you realize you have one on around your throat as well. Try as you might, you cannot remove it.

Whatever the case, the person you are stuck with is awakening as well, but before you two have time to so much as introduce yourselves, the monitor comes to life, and text appears on the screen.

YOU'RE FINALLY AWAKE.
THE GAMES WILL NOW BEGIN.
DO AS YOU ARE TOLD AND YOU WILL LEAVE ALIVE.
ONCE WE'RE DONE WITH YOU, THAT IS.
IGNORE YOUR ORDERS AND DIE.
DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CHEAT. WE WILL KNOW.
AND PLEASE, TRY TO HAVE FUN.

The message remains for a minute, just to make sure you both have time to read it, before fading away. Moments later, your first orders appear. Ignore them, and your collars will begin to constrict until you comply. Finish, and new orders will eventually appear. Between the chest of drawers and the closet beside the bed, everything you need is provided to you to perform, including toys, tools, special medications of various effects, and even food and drink.

Is your collar getting tighter? Better get busy. Remember, they're watching.

HOW TO PLAY

Comment with your character information and preferences in the subject, as usual.
OOC communication is extremely important in this meme, the orders your characters are given are determined between the two of you. They can be tame, or they can be extreme. Plan out what you want to play ahead of time, or surprise each other, just get a feel for what each of you want! Leaving a kinks list and/or an example of what kind of orders you like in your comment is a terrific idea.
Keep on going as long as you please! If you really want, your characters can escape after a single smooch, or they can be going at it all day long.

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[ He's not sure what it means, that faltering at his declaration, nor what lies behind the delay. But it seems it is enough for the boy to keep moving and for now, that's what they need.

Miyuki's eyes stay open and his mind is detached, initially, from the kiss. It is only as a test that he lets his eyes slide shut too long to be a blink, and sighs when he doesn't feel that punishing constriction at his neck in reply. They must be past the scope of his simple order then, now that the dress is off. And now he is allowed to turn his head as well, to look at the new instruction on screen.

But he doesn't yet. This, finally pressing into the kiss and actually being a part of it, he can do. Though it is light his lips move, tip of tongue slips between, and he searches for the boy he'd shared a kiss with before. Perhaps lacking in the desire their audience wishes to see, perhaps misguided, he imbues it with affection and gentle attempt to comfort. Lets his hand wander down till fingers brush along the other boy's side, coming to rest at his waist.

When he breaks it his eyes are open, head tilting as he presses a stray kiss to the corner of the younger boy's lips. Now he takes the chance to peek over at the monitor, head turning a bit more as he reads it over. There is an unseen flare of anger for the beginning of it, but the rest doesn't seem too difficult, to him. ]

... C'mere.

[ A quiet, even exhalation as he urges him close with his hand, if Alois will allow it. He's not perfect, he can't fix this. But rather than not even looking at him, or thinking of someone else or somewhere else, or forcing himself on him — Miyuki's still trying to be here with him. ]

[Alois doesn't know what he expects, if he has expectations at this point at all, but his single intention is to follow orders without dwelling on them for his sake or Miyuki's. What else can he do? But it's difficult to put Miyuki's previous instances, little collection of aversions out of mind, and this is why, even in the act of obeying, he wants to draw as far away from him as possible, he feels repulsive, like he's doing something unforgivable, just as bad as the company he's encountered, for this much.

But soon enough Miyuki's responding to kiss with a bit of tongue, giving it a little more life than Alois was able, making it sweet, reaching into the pool of girl who the sinking boy inside of has been trying to solidify to clasp his hand, and the barer youth tenses in response, resistant. Which is an inkling of his wanting to respond in turn, because the kissing before had been so enjoyable, but he's weighing the risks.

He isn't mechanical Jim from before, he can't force that way of being, Claude's molded him into being too emotional, and emotion does seep from his shabby armor: nearly starting to bow his head away to break kiss before it's over with a little anxious, peeping whine—but stopping himself before he does, guilty closed eyes squeezing shut is a display of his acute awareness, a hand coming to lay at chest pressing down from his rigidity.

Alois' eyes flutter open, as well, in spite of himself, when Miyuki first pulls back, and they remain doubtfully downcast as he places peck to corner of lips, averting when in the periphery of his vision he can tell the older boy is taking a moment to read the screen.

His soft encouraging, hand and voice, are magnets for unsure eyes, younger one looking up, soon with dampened blinking—his assumption wasn't incorrect, he knew to look at him would lead to this, he's so sorry. He does slip closer, slow and nervous, but nevertheless, and shakes his head lightly, pressing thin arms to spilling eyes to try and subdue them.

He pats blindly for a way to make the atmosphere for them pleasant again, not tense, or dreadful, or unbearable. The girl is confident, but Alois' uncertainty overwhelms her, and they hiccup out:]

That suit— really becomes you.

[ His expression breaks just a bit to see it when the tears start to flow, but he doesn't cry with him. Miyuki keeps a steady gaze and a small, gentle curve to his lips. Alois took his hand. He doesn't look completely ashamed, or dead. ]

Oh yeah... ?

[ A subtle teasing tone, lighthearted and pointing back to similar compliments before, that neither gangster nor girl heard. ]

... You gonna help me loosen it up, or should I do the honors?

[ His tries not to point one way or the other, give the younger boy a free choice when the older doesn't know which might make it easier for him. Miyuki can take off his jacket, undo his tie, and allow Alois that time to collect himself before he has to do anything, or Alois can start with it, using it to ease into touching him that way. ]

[He's sorry that Miyuki has to be apart of this, sorry that he got them off track. No stranger to self-blaming, he's certain there's other sins he can't find the names or descriptions to that he's committed since they've woken up. He woke Miyuki up with a sin, didn't he? He's only been doing bad things since the start, not been at all the kind of person Miyuki ought to be trapped with. He might crumble easily to tears, but it makes him no less heartfelt, utterly sincere.

They slow, and he manages to calm himself, leaving him with an innocently stupefied visage for what he's heard; expression alone asking, You mean—

Miyuki isn't going to leave him alone. Whatever his qualms are, even if they've stuttered to stops, he's trying, which is more than Alois feels he's rightly owed. And, he should behave more appreciatively, shouldn't he?

The other boy has no obligations to go as far as his teasing, and blue-eyes well up once more to know this, but before they've fallen again, Alois tries to interrupt the embarrassment of his continual, helpless weeping by throwing himself into replying,]

Ah! I- I'll do it! [So earnest, reaching for lapels. Miyuki doesn't know, or perhaps he has the cognizance to be clued in by already figuring out earlier that Alois has a penchant for lying, but he's in extremely rare sights: this clumsy, wholly honest display. No smoky gaze, or curling lips, or figurative purring. None of the false gestures he's used to captive in his lifetime before, just Alois, for a moment, purely setting to start helping him free of suit jacket.

It's an accident, Alois wanting to be in the moment with Miyuki, and he winces in that telltale way, one hand straying to go to his neck, but he remembers the girl, and he's fine in the next second with exhalation.]

I mean, [she's speaking now, possessing Alois, who becomes a little ghost stealing hopeful glances up at the boy hidden behind gangster.] You'd like me to do it, wouldn't you? [Angling into him, tugging jacket down shoulders as far as she can get them by leaning in this way.]

[ That moment of honesty breaking through all the pretense, cued and not, is terribly endearing. If he didn't trust that Alois had answered and come to meet him again, that would assuage any doubt. But with this little gift comes chastisement from their captor, and no sooner is his heart buoyed up than it is grounded again in worry. That same sort of impotent preparation-to-jump seizes his body as it has before at signs of danger, though he knows he can do little to help.

That was merely an accident, however, that Alois can fix on his own. Just a little slip, and Miyuki watches the girl placed back where she needs to be. ]

Well, I'm not gonna turn down the chance to be undressed by a pretty girl~

[ And the gangster is back in place as well, easier to slip into when he isn't needed to hide inside totally, no longer so much of a crutch. He sits straighter as the jacket's peeled down off the breadth of his shoulders, showing the crisp white shirt underneath that's taken in by black vest. Miyuki pulls up at his arms to slip them out of sleeves and leave jacket totally behind, the look of his outfit less complete now but more relaxed because of that. ]

[She moves back some to give him room to finish getting the jacket off arms, settled on one curled leg, the other dangling absently from the bedside. It's probably nicer for the gang leader to be able to relax, she and boy both recognize this, but boy can't help looking on reflectively, with a vague air of yearning. It's just such a shame to have picked it carefully, and how nice it looks on Miyuki, to have to remove it.

The sigh is easy-going from her, but almost petulant from him, and she shifts her weight to come in close once again. Heels of palms meet in middle of chest, resting fingers slightly angled outward, and for the simple purpose of giving him some modest measure of sensation, she slides them downward.

It's vest she chooses to start with first, not tie, undoing the top button, and then asking,]

Are you always this trusting?

[She moves in to kiss him to prevent an answer, at least immediately, and shifts knees nearer, moving onto second button.]

[ He discards the jacket in a careless pile behind him, hands coming to rest upon the mattress again to take weight as his posture slackens. His eyes watch her carefully but allow themselves to dip a bit and follow the movement of her hand, vaguely, before coming back to her face. Through two layers, the sensation isn't much, but it's there, pressing the cloth against his chest. ]

D— [ But his retort is silenced, the girl managing to surprise him into stillness for a second. Amused, his lips quirk before he presses into it, keeping it chaste and short before separating by a breath. ]

Didn't hear me before?

[ And he's back, as though he hadn't stopped. Eyelids slid half shut, he makes as though to linger and deepen the kiss. But with only a teasing swipe of his tongue he's gone again, pulling away and relaxing into his shoulders. ]

You don't scare me one bit.

[The temptation to follow after is plain, since she hovers where he's left her, but she retaliates by not taking the bait. For now, this time at least. Her own amusement coming forth on a hum, and she sinks back to finish undoing the last few remaining buttons on vest, making it go a little slower than it strictly needs, now using one hand for what's left.

Rather than begin to remove it, she plants a small hand beyond its opening on his stomach, casually resting, then purposely pressing down, and Alois is, inwardly, delighted by what they feel hidden below, hint of muscle under fabric. Hand smooths in a lazy trail upward, remaining in center, and she languidly moves to put herself between his legs for better access, not willing to give obvious enticement by straddling him—but that could all be driven by Alois, too nervous for it by the lack of his own barriers, not ready in the slightest to risk more amplified sensation alone, knowing he finds Miyuki terribly striking, that, though young, he fits the bill for his type, not if he doesn't have to.]

Oh, no? [she asks, with faux pout, fingers presently meandering aimlessly and not-quite innocently along torso.] Not even the littlest bit? [One hand finds its way to run carefully down firm side, the other's finger twirling into tie.] How do you know I'm not just waiting until your guard is down, [simultaneously she's near his lips, while hand fiddling with tie moves higher, and it may seem she's drawing in to kiss him again, she comes so close, and then deserts him to go round cheek instead, finishing with quiet whisper to ear:] how do you know I'm not unforgivably wicked?

This would be an unfavorable predicament, wouldn't it? [An almost helpless lilting at her own joke, still whispery, while she loosens tie.]

[ The gangster soaks in the attention, however light and teasing, as Miyuki allows it to happen. He knows what to expect, where it's going and where it doesn't need to go. Knowing where that line is has him at relative ease, enjoying the warmth brushed across his skin without any accompanying, deeper feeling. His knee even moves aside a little as Alois fits between his legs, eyes staying up at the other boy's face.

For more than one reason, as she draws in close and neither of them can help the way Miyuki's chin lifts slightly in anticipation. Led willingly and amused by the ploy, when her lips go beside his head instead. His chest fills and tightens, instinctively holding on as her whispers pour more warmth through his ear, trickling lower, finally spreading faster down his neck once he breathes out, ]

... I dunno about that.

[ He moves his head, a little tilt and lengthening of his neck, surely just feeling out the new freedom as she fiddles his tie loose and not the restlessness she's kicked up. Same as with his hand lifting and once more going to her side, ]

What are you gonna do to me? Got a knife hidden somewhere?

[ The roughness of his fingers barely brush down smooth, bare skin, blindly tracing the slender curve of waist and hip before they're stopped at the top of panties. ]

I'd be very impressed~

[Tie now slipping free, she drops it somewhere nearby on the bed. And then the gangster uses Miyuki's calloused fingers, a ghost of a touch, but still enough to pull tiny, white currents down with it, cause gooseflesh, distract the boy curled inside the girl, and make his breath stutter against neck. He turns his face in a hurry, trying to obscure the change.

What is he thinking? What does Miyuki mean?

They're too far in, have had enough interaction for Alois to absorb certain things, that his ego isn't so inflated he'd think Miyuki is beginning to reciprocate because he wants to. Does his arm feel twisted some how, is he resentful? He doesn't want it to be like that, not if there's room for choice. Response is nice, but at what cost?

Dress shirt gets to feel the bulk of his shivery, unsure respiration, while he absently, with much less confidence, lets one hand roam over it and chest to keep in line with commands. But soon, he's still, taking the risk because Miyuki being comfortable is far more important to him than what will come if he steps out of his disguise for a moment.]

You don't have to do that, [quick, apologetic, and only after turning his face inward, pressing it down to muffle timidly against his shoulder. He tenses, knees digging into the bed, one hand fisting into shirt. It's slightly longer than the accident—this was deliberate disobedience, after all; but he unwinds soon enough, intending to bring girl back, in that transition, which makes his smile less hers, and more on the little bit too wide side, too forced when he lifts his head to show that everything's fine, see, see?]

There are lots of ways, [she declares, moving to the forefront once more, and sitting up to not unbutton his shirt entirely, but at least undo a couple buttons to help him feel more at ease.] Some women put poison in their lipstick, you know. [Sly, playful glance. She moves in close again, firmly and gently kneading his abdomen, fingertips inching lower.]

Maybe I wanna take you down slow, [with the scarcest nip to his lower lip.]

[ His eyes go to Alois when the boy falters and turns away, confusion creeping up. The reaction was seemingly from his touch, but he didn't think it would earn much. He had his hand around there before and the other boy was fine. Miyuki has to wonder now if it's not anymore, though he's unable to discern the reason for it. If that's the case, Alois not shying from it but upset enough to stop, as it looks like... his hand starts to fall away.

However, his concern stays focused on Alois and how unsteady he seems. The other boy sudden pushing the girl aside to talk to him and that telltale tension almost make his hand jump back again. But it's over and the words are sinking in, that unnatural smile likely meant to reassure him and not doing well at it.

His hands stay down now upon the mattress and Miyuki stares with a slight narrowing of his eyes, an absence of even the little usual upward curve to his mouth. He's annoyed and doesn't care to hide it, even though he can't actually lecture the other boy. Alois did that on purpose, a completely unnecessary flirt with their captor's wrath, in Miyuki's eyes. And all to tell him that, as though he'd had to make himself touch him?

There wasn't any deliberation behind it, really. Just a natural reaction to the other boy coming in close and touching him, and to it being Alois doing so. Now, Miyuki is at first detached as those hands feel over his abdomen, still with a stern look and not as responsive to the touch as before. Though the coldness does begin to melt under the kneading descent of the other boy's hands, ]

I'd be flattered~. Spending that much time on me... ?

[ The gangster replies with a playful nip in return, but Miyuki makes it more — a bite with the force of his silent scolding before he draws back, smile drawn across his lips again as he rolls his shoulders. ]

Careful now, or I'll start thinking you actually like me.

[It's both a matter of poor socialization and an understanding of experience with someone he's not too far away in age from, that he, while not attracted to in the sense Claude attracts him, still finds fascinating on some level, regardless of his time spent in the act. Not much comes from a personal perspective when you feel entirely nothing for the individual you're with—obviously, something he's keenly anxious about having happened here, but this time, he's the old man with sagging skin.

Add onto this that he's young, and misunderstandings will happen. Although, he's certain Miyuki didn't intend for anything (forced hand and all), he still touched him, and while Alois has to put himself in a certain state of mind to make things work, it doesn't help to be touched, no matter how platonic, or incidental.

Alois has this (hilarious) idea that Miyuki is pure, and perhaps he doesn't know these things, but even if there's no hidden meaning behind a touch, in such circumstances, one or the other person will still wonder about meaning, or feel—want to feel meaning if they're a little improved. It's probably safe to say the gap of himself is cut so deep, that he wants to find meaning in any touch.

He doesn't do a too shabby job ignoring Miyuki's confusing irritation in favor of keeping with his role. Up until the older boy finds a way to translate his scolding. He bites him, and Alois peeps instantly, staring bewildered at his mouth.]

You—

[He was going to nicely tease inner thighs, but now, young, and bratty, and spoiled, he counters by pinching—yes, hard, he's trying to get through trousers after all—the inside of his leg. Just a little tweak, followed by a defiantly daring look.]

[ His thighs are on the thicker side but that isn't because there's a lot to pinch. So although his smile remains Miyuki's expression flinches along with the pain, leg giving a subtle jump. Didn't like that one, huh! ]

I... ?

[ Unapologetic and not quick to revenge, he flashes an even wider grin at the boy. Hey, Miyuki just wanted to get the message across that he was not happy about that, and he's pretty sure he did. Alois is forgiven!

He's also not much inclined to try touching him so soon after a clearly negative reaction. If Alois needs him not to in order to get through this, then that's fine with him. Miyuki almost doesn't physically retaliate at all, but... where he aims is probably fair ground. ]

Pinching me to death's definitely not gonna work~

[ His hand darts up to take the other boy's cheek between thumb and forefinger, pulling gently. ]

[His stomach cramps; he feels too guilty to respond, not his typical sulking, no pouting, no snippy words. What's going to work, then? he wants to ask, but also wants to stick his fingers into his own ears and squeeze his own eyes shut. He's alone in company, and alone in existence, the type of child he is, like a piece of fruit aware of its own rot. Every passing moment makes him want to profusely beg forgiveness, because even under the play of another character, flirting with someone as unfortunate as himself is not the same as taking advantage of someone who has more power than him.

And, this would be the case for the girl, as well, but Alois can't forget the boy within gangster.

Eyes unfocus, boy wandering, glancing in half-wonder to monitor, to bed, if he looks at Miyuki again it's not face, but below, and only through. He rubs thigh, absently at first, then comforting. Trying to stay in it, fingertips eventually scale to hip bone, abdomen, only climbing, touching for touching's sake, no pressing inward or trying to entice. He's attempting to work back up to that, to be enveloped by criminal's hostage entirely again.]

Can't act like a wallflower and then prick me, nit, [he mumbles, trying conjure her up, but it's all thickly contrite. Guilt for all the obvious reasons amplified by the fact that he wants to be kittenish, to revel in what fun they can find together with him, but they're worlds apart, and he feels wretched for being.]

Would you trust me enough to rub your shoulders? We can just... be quiet...

[ Miyuki is thoroughly confused, without even a guess anymore as to why the other boy seems so despondent. He didn't want to be touched, so Miyuki stopped. Though he very much didn't appreciate the way the younger boy sought to tell him so, it was only that which made him upset. He's not about to force touch on the other boy for no good reason.

Was it really the bite? The teasing? He thought that was a good sign, not... His hand falls away and Alois may not be looking at him but Miyuki's watching his face, trying to make sense of it. He keeps his body open for him to do as he will, sensations of the other boy's hand mere background noise under Miyuki's thoughts. There is the urge to grab at Alois' face again, not to playfully pinch but to make him meet his eye and set him straight. But he doesn't actually know what the problem is to begin fixing it. ]

... Sure. Whatever you want, sweetheart.

[ There is no bite, just a bit of resignation. Maybe he just needs time to gather himself, and Miyuki should wait it out.

He doesn't quite realize yet that his touching the boy was indeed a reflex, but one of camaraderie. To tell the other boy that he's with him, that even though he's not being instructed to do anything he'll do what he can to make it easier for Alois, that he can accept and handle what he's being made to do, that he's here. He doesn't entirely comprehend what he's telling himself, when he says to make sure not to do that anymore, if it upsets Alois. ]

Want me to stay like this?

[Everything's getting lost in their inability to communicate properly. Miyuki hasn't done anything wrong; guilt has seized Alois out of the past, finding parallels, thinking of how he felt, not wanting Miyuki to ever feel that way, not wanting to be the one to make it happen. He's fixated on the older boy's disinterest, in any form it's shown itself, and has had to immediately stitch it into himself. Telling himself he has to pretend Miyuki doesn't know what he wants is easier said than done.

Physical contact without some secret or blatant intent isn't something he understands. Friendly, or familial, platonic. There's a maid in his house who exudes maternal love for him, wants to protect him, is very gentle to him, and still he lashes out, driven by the fear of it, untrusting, baffled, revolted that she can love something disgusting. What Miyuki's fingers have said may not match up to this, but years of being touched in a certain way will surely spur on wondering. A bit more if one who's used to distancing themselves in the middle of particular acts, suddenly finds themselves being made to spend such time with someone they're uperficially attracted to.

He's young, is what it boils down to, and with abnormal experience. Never mind his era, never mind contract, or being an earl—he's thirteen, experiencing small attraction for only the second time in his life. It isn't full blown, but it's quite something when he's been so certain that no one will ever compare to Claude, and he still doesn't compare, but he's novel, nonetheless, from what he has come to know. Hitting marks of physical attraction, that Alois would like to say is strictly admiration, but little things have happened to shock him internally by how much he's drawn in. Natural things he's misinterpreting as unnatural, because he's Claude's, because he doesn't know what to do with it, because he's only just now had to be the only one of in the room drawn to someone and not have any ability to pull them in the same.

But then, onto that piles his strangeness. Whore, is the word he's thought disdainfully of himself when trying to work out why he's so peculiar, why things aren't becoming easier, strange, unusual, dirty—

Miyuki had been annoyed before the bite, and as lovely as biting and teasing can be, Alois can't forget it. It held meaning, and of course, it got mixed up, because why should Miyuki care if he disobeys monitor a bit? So, he was annoyed by reaction, right, isn't that it? This is what he's convinced of—Miyuki not feeling inspired, and embarrassing himself. It's all made more miserable by the fact that they wouldn't even be in this situation otherwise, that if, if he ever made it out of the house, saw Miyuki on the street, it's not as if he'd talk to him.

He does, merely, want to take some time to recover the girl and her ambitions, but he feels fretful about touching, and he hopes he won't be penalized for it. Because he's in a state of not being sure what's the right or wrong thing to do, he's slow to look up, delayed nod following. Then, he moves to crawl around him.

Now, Miyuki doesn't have to look at him and Alois won't have to be aware of his eyes either. Rubbing shoulders seems a bold move, somehow, and so he'll have to muster up courage for that. After a bit of hesitation, he reaches up to lightly graze his fingernails at the back of his neck. He pulls knees in, plants cheek atop them, and repeats this idly for a little, trailing back and forth from nape to the top of his spine.

Quiet was meant as: Let's be quiet together, but whether Miyuki's decided to go along with that much, too, or not, the repetition of what he's doing is enough to begin untangling himself from his doubts. Nothing complete, but an encouragement for other hand to come up, soon enough, and touch also. Grazing aimlessly to start, then doodling invisible images: flower at shoulder, flower in middle of back, a spider to the lower left, a swan flying above spider's head, he gives them a moon to enjoy, and hand floats away to swirl little stars into the covered expanse of Miyuki's back.]

[ He leaves him to it after seeing the nod, eyes focusing on some space partway up the wall as he allows the issue to die down in his mind. Not turning off, exactly, but quieting as the boy and girl suggested.

Miyuki doesn't know what sort of touch is coming however, and though he's not on-edge at all from the knowledge that something is indeed coming, it is still a surprise. He takes his next breath a tad faster once those nails touch lightly upon his skin. There is not some big jolt, but merely sparkling tingles of warmth conjured into existence by the little movements of fingers, then sent trickling down spine, across the width of his shoulders and cascaded down upper arms and back. Just that little touch is somehow relaxing, beginning to loosen him up. Miyuki's arms rest atop his thighs and his head droops forward just a little, eyes falling shut.

No one's ever touched him like this before. He's had massages and given massages, in the context of being part of a sports team. But such idle little touches don't fit there. Maybe he received such affection from his dad or... maybe his mom when he was very young, but if he ever did he doesn't remember. It's nice, though.

Just as his body becomes accustomed to it, another hand comes to the warmth-primed canvas of his back. Fingers leave further tingling trails as they draw patterns through dress shirt and eventually, Miyuki releases a gentle sigh. His head moves a bit, ]

Having fun?

[ Not impatient, but lightly amused. ]

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