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bakerstreet2018-08-06 01:27 pm
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they live inside us
FIGHTING YOUR INNER DEMONS
Everybody has them. Some are louder than others. Some are stronger. Some are overwhelming, and sooner or later you just give up fighting. But there are other people around you who want to help you - maybe they're suffering too, either because of your inner monster or their own. Or maybe they're one of the lucky ones with demons that don't howl so much.
You can help each other. It's better than the alternative.
- Leave top levels with your character name and info.
- Specify what you're running from, or if you're running at all, or if you just want to help.
- Details may be useful, but are certainly not necessary.
- Tag around for great drama and profit.
Warning: responses to this meme could potentially contain triggering material.
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[In the moment right before losing it, he hears Aoba's voice, and it stops him cold.
[It sounds... it's hard to say. The focus he has on keeping his tears from falling fades (and so freely, he cries without a sound,) and, as Aoba enters that unseen door, Touma's vision goes black, much to Blossom's alarm.
[Should he enter, the space surrounding Aoba is narrow - brick walls tower farther than the eye can see, the pathway ahead almost claustrophobic in nature. It's well-lit, at least, by torches and little cat-like creatures made of fire, no bigger than the size of one's palm.
[One descends from its high perch on the wall to alight a place closer to Aoba's body, and watches him with electric-blue eyes, ears alert and forward, and tail poised in the loose shape of a question mark.
[Other than the crackling of the flames, the silence is eerie and almost hollow.]
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His vision does flicker a bit, though, when the blackness blooms into something like a back alley or the mouth of a catacomb, and Aoba feels a strange ache in his body as though something vital has been pulled away from him. Pressing fingers to his chest, digging into where his collar bone meets the cavity of his throat, Aoba feels his pulse just as quick as before, but now it feels heavier, louder, like it's echoing or being echoed by another.
Despite having performed scrap a number of times now, enough to consider himself familiar, he'll never get used to the strange way a persons inner being reacts to being viewed by another.. the settings they create, the creatures they drag forth..
Aoba peers at the cat-thing, giving it a curious look that's teetering on wary, but the way his eyebrows pinch at the middle betrays his will to persevere, to push through even when faced with tiny fire cats. ]
Where is he? Touma -- do you know where he is? [ He feels a bit silly asking a cat for directions, but when he says Touma's name the ache in his chest eases, just the smallest bit but enough to be noticeable. He looks down the long bricked pathway, and starts moving before waiting for an answer. Apparently he's done with waiting, done being careful. ]
cw: rape
[Everything otherwise looks entirely identical, even when the path branches off. Somehow, the passageways seem even more narrow. The floor looks fine, but footsteps feel heavier, harder.
[Aoba might notice a pulse that doesn't belong to him. Fast and heavy and choking.
[At least the cat notices, too, and jumps onto his shoulder. Nothing catches fire, but the cat is warm and pleasant and soothing to the touch.
[Even so, a voice echoes out. It's not Touma's, and it's soft and lilting.]
Don't worry, Touma. I'll just get you pregnant so you can't kill yourself. You'd be killing your own flesh and blood if you did. I love you so much. You know that, right?
Mm. I can go again. What say you to round three?
NO...!! Stop! Stop...!! Stop it! STOP!! Pull out!!
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He doesn't know what will happen, exactly. Will he hear a voice explaining what has happened like he's experienced before.. or will he see it? Or will he experience it himself? He's wondering when the voice rings out, and for a moment Aoba frowns and wonders what he's done wrong, because instantly he's certain it's not Touma's voice.
Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, it wouldn't take a genius to figure out what is happening, and it takes Aoba till the first shout of Touma's voice to start running at full pelt down the corridor. He doesn't care that it's hard to breathe, that his vision is swimming a little as he keeps pushing forwards, never even once getting distracted by the side paths that lead off into identical paths. He doesn't listen to the high voice, the sickly cooing, the sound of contact, rhythmic like a clock ticking but resounding enough that makes him feel nauseous. He doesn't waste time with any of it, instead listening and following the sound of Touma's voice. His and his only. ]
Touma!! [ His voice sounds more frantic than he'd like it to, but it's out of worry rather than any sort of panic. ] Don't listen! You aren't there anymore, you're here, with me-- Let me find you..!
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[Touma's voice isn't getting any closer, even as his quiet sobbing resounds in the sickening rhythm. It doesn't seem like he could hear Aoba.]
S-stop...! Die, you... ahh...! Go die!! F-fuck off and die! Get out of me and die!!
Hm? Well, I'm certainly getting my fuck on. I don't get why you are so resistant, especially after your pussy likes to soften up whenever I touch it. It's certainly hugging my cock so cutely. You're so alluring, Touma~
Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off!!
[The little flame feline on Aoba's shoulder mews at him, its coloration shifting from pure blue to yellow again, but its eyes remain the same blue color, like at the center of a flame, and it bounds ahead of Aoba, glancing back every so often at him. If Aoba looks, it suddenly stops at a spot in the middle of the pathway. Of course, Aoba can keep running if he wants to - the cat won't leave him to run alone.]
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He almost misses the little cat stopping in his race to get to.. wherever he's going. Touma's voice isn't getting closer and its frustrating to the point where Aoba is gritting his teeth, because while Touma gets muffled the other voice rings out like a bell and it only makes Aoba feel worse. He can't begin to imagine how it's making Touma feel.
He stops when the warmth goes from his shoulder, slowing his pace to look at the cat and the spot it's stopped in. Figuring he has nothing to lose, he slows completely and stands beside the cat, panting, looking around and wondering why it's stopped where it has. ]
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[Other than the blazing fire of the small cat, illuminating everything in its immediate vicinity, and a little bit then some, it's completely dark.
[In the darkness, the cat seems much bigger than it really is, with the warmth it casts along the uneven walls, each strand of fur delicately articulated like a real one rather than one made of flames.
[Cats are truly Touma's deepest passion, after all. When it mews at Aoba, its voice is more audible.
[In here, it's damp and humid, but Touma's voice is louder, echoing as if nearby whenever it rings out. In here, his attacker's voice is muffled.]
Please die...! I don't want to die! I don't want to give up!
[Disjointed, as if not a part of the same consciousness, Touma's voice continues,] This sucks. Just.. Aoba... Aoba, I... I want to be good enough for you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm like this. I'm... sure you're just revolted by me. I guess, me reaching out to you was too much. The date... doubtless I've ruined it.
Why do I have to think of this bastard now? With my own two hands, with my voice, my conviction, I... I threw him in jail where he belongs.
Even now he ruins what I'm trying so hard to build in life, and I don't know how to stop it. I'm sorry, Aoba. I'm... I'm sorry that you've wasted valuable time with me. I'm sorry that I'm broken, that I'm...
I've come so far. Why can't I move past it fast enough?
Aoba, dating you... I've felt happy. So very happy. In ways I didn't know I could feel.
Even if you never take my hand again -- you have your reasons for rejecting me, I know. Please... just this last time, help me...?
Please help me.... I'll leave your life afterward. I just. I don't want to drown in this again....
So... you're in love with Aoba? [The attacker's voice from before rang out clearly behind him.] What a pervert, going after someone almost a full decade younger than you. How could you want to be embraced by someone who will likely reject you as soon as he finds out you're not a real man?
No... he's already rejected you. In your hour of need, when you reached to him, he never took your hand, did he? You could see the disgust in his eyes, couldn't you? Don't worry. I'm the only one you'll ever have. I'm the only one who will never reject you. I'm the only one who understands that you didn't want to be born this way.
[Touma's voice doesn't answer, save for a soft, strangled sound.]
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Touma sounds.. so scared, so upset, so torn and so broken. It makes Aoba's heart ache and his head throb, but this isn't about him and what he's feeling.. it's about Touma. ]
Touma.. What are you saying?
[ Aoba's own inhibitions have clearly held them both back, his self-born reserves about taking too much now that he knows he can, and breaking things without meaning to. When Touma had reached out to him Aoba had wanted desperately to link their fingers and squeeze tight, to grab on and stay there till the world settled around them and they came back to each other. But he didn't, out of some dumb childish fear, from a tiny sliver of worry that maybe he doesn't deserve this or isn't good enough or careful enough yet.
He slowly walks around the pitch black room, with a hand outstretched to guide the cat, or to reach for what he's looking for. He's trying to figure out where the voice was coming from, but it never seems to get any louder or quieter, like Touma is everywhere without being here. Like he's hiding. ]
I told you, didn't I? You don't have to apologise to me, for anything. If anyone should be apologising here, it's me. I keep wanting you to open up to me and tell me everything, let yourself be close to me.. but I haven't even tried to do the same. I haven't told you how wonderfully terrified being with you makes me feel, because it's so good, too good to be true. I haven't told you anything about what I've done, what I can do, this -- [ He gestures around them with both hands, palms flat and fingers open. ] I.. haven't even invited you back to meet Granny. [ His voice sounds soft, a little sad, but more than that the emotion it holds rings out in the dark room. He just wants to reach him, and if he can't with his hands then he will with his voice. ]
What happened to you.. It doesn't define you, it isn't who you are. The person you are is the man you are when you're with me. The one who.. plays that cat game at the table, offers to take me out and brings me gifts, who blushes when I pet his hair and squeezes my hand when we're walking together..
[ The thought makes him smile, because they were happy then and more than anything Aoba wants Touma to remember how happy he can be, how good life can be. ]
I should have taken your hand and pulled you close to me, held you till all this went away, but.. but I panicked, I didn't trust myself. [ A pause, and Aoba looks at the little fire cat for a moment. ] But I trust you, and how can I expect you to trust me back if I don't? You haven't ruined anything, you've just taught me to be brave. Let me take you away from all this..
[ Aoba feels the painful twinge behind his eyes again, and knows what he has to do but.. he needs something to focus on, needs a point to begin with. He needs-- he needs... ]
Touma. Don't hide from me. [ Aoba's voice is low, soft, almost a whisper. ] I like you for who you are and nothing - physical or emotional - will change that. Come back to me.
cw: past suicidal ideation, rape, abuse, etc
[Touma.
[He's holding the broken leg of the chair, the fragmented end stained with blood. His skin is streaked with it, his hair it's normal shortness on one side, and uncannily long on the other. From his roots, his hair is its normal almost pitch-black, but the closer to the longer ends, Aoba may notice the similarity in his and Touma's hair has a gradient from dark to light. At the very ends of the longest strands, they look almost sunbleached gray. Furthermore, that side of his face is adorned in makeup - faint enough to be unnoticeable, except when compared to his lips and eyes, where the addition of color and shadow is most prominent.
[The rest of him is completely unchanged.
[It doesn't take much for him to notice Aoba at all. His gaze is hesitant, searching, tone soft in wonder.]
Aoba...?
[Somehow, it doesn't feel wrong to see him here. He briefly closes his eyes to ground himself. Here, the pounding heartbeat is strongest, it's noisy, but.. the surrounding sounds, and their voices are somehow amplified for it. Not uncomfortably so, of course.
[The figure on the floor starts to get up, his black suit seeming to stretch out along the shadows in the floor like ooze. Touma doesn't seem to notice, or even react right now to it, and the slick, almost lewd sounds that emanate from the figure not three feet behind him.]
...You're young. Don't feel like I've blamed you for anything.
But, take me away? From what? I can't run away from what happened to me. I've faced it off so much before, what's a little longer?
[Brow furrowing, he brandishes the chair leg to the side, pauses in his words for a moment, and delivers another swift, brutal swing (with both hands) of the chair leg to the back of the man's head. The leg breaks in half in the impact. The man groans and partially explodes into a shower of blood, but Touma's anger isn't abated. Not even remotely so. He sighs, and picks up another chair leg.]
I know it's not my fault, that he raped me, that he tried to impregnate me - and thank god and dear god for the fact that I was born sterile! I was a fool to ever show vulnerability, to mention that I was considering killing myself to him. I was a fool to ever think killing myself was the answer.
He's not dead. He'll be back on the streets in less than thirteen years. His connections let him get off easy for his crimes. He'll likely come after me again, and I have to never forget how it felt to be abused. To be blackmailed because I'm intersex! I have to never forget what he did to me and how it felt!
I must never forget that he always denied me the comfort of his absence! Even now, his physical absence only brings me a modicum of respite! I have to stay prepared until the day he dies!
[Slowly, the body behind him starts to pull itself back together.]
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It's oozing from the mess in a slow crawl, getting closer to where Aoba stands with every moment he spends looking on at the carnage. He can relate to the want to destroy the man on the floor, Aoba holds a great deal of anger toward him too, though it must pale in comparison to what Touma feels... but he still flinches at the strike, or maybe just at the violence behind Touma's movements, since he's so used to see him be soft and gentle with him.
Aoba doesn't know what to do. He's dealt with murderous intent before, he's delt with trauma before, but it's never felt so.. visceral to him. It's never felt so warped, so twisted, and it's never hurt his heart quite like this. The only thing he can think of is--
He moves forward, approaching Touma head on, the front of him, with his arms raised in acceptance, in plea-- When he comes close, even though Touma is covered in blood, Aoba presses himself against the other man, his head dipping down to rest on his shoulder, palms coming up to circle around his neck. It's terrifying to do this without asking, without being sure, but he needs to show Touma that even like this, with all this happening, Aoba is still here and always will be. ]
You don't need to forget. [ He says quietly, calmly, shutting his eyes despite the forming body in his line of sight, despite the hot and sickly scent of iron that tints the air. ] But you do need to put it behind you. He's taken enough from you, don't let him take any more. Turn the pain and anger around, turn it into strength, lean on me. [ His hands tighten so that he's basically clinging to Touma, his face pressed against the side of his face with the longer hair, and he turns and presses a soft kiss to his cheek before speaking again. ] You're not alone. You don't have to live with him plaguing you like this. For now he's gone, he can't hurt you, and in the future I won't let him hurt you again. Just trust me.
[ He flicks his eyes open, gold irises watching the ooze of the body on the floor, watching as it takes shape and.. feeling his fury rise. The fury shared by the two of them as they stand, chest to chest, hearts thrumming against one another. ]
If you don't feel strong enough, lean on me. [ He says again, voice a little lower, a little more.. dangerous. ] Let me destroy him for you.
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[He listens, though. Still and quiet and listening, surprise melting into a sort of calm. The more Aoba talks, the more he listens, watches him look away. He notices the body of Kagaya reforming, and starting to push himself up into a sitting position.
[He needs to kill him again. Before he can touch him again. Before he can--
[Aoba's words pierce through the mania, and he pulls his boyfriend close again, pressing a firm kiss to his lips without any sense of hesitation. Ah-- he craves, he craves and needs and wants and Aoba is here.]
Aoba..? Show me? Show me, later, so there's no more room for doubt...
I need to see that my body doesn't disgust you.
[Kagaya starts to get up, starts to turn around, and Touma, seeing movement in the corner of his vision, instinctively clings onto Aoba, burying his head against his boyfriend's shoulder to block it out as fright shakes him to the core.]
Aoba...!!
[As he turns to see them, Kagaya's bloody grin is manic, dark eyes wide and body uncannily relaxed. He tries to talk, but his body hasn't fully healed yet; nothing but a gurgling sound comes out.]
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When Touma kisses him Aoba almost loses the hold he has on his anger, feeling it doused by his own cravings, by how weakened his heart feels when it's in Touma's hands. There's blood on his mouth and a dazed quality to his eyes as he looks int his boyfriend's face, but he has enough sensibility to nod, to keep nodding. ]
I'll show you. When we're out of here I'll show you.
[ His anger is soon wrenched right back as the creep starts to turn, starts to advance, frightens Touma to the point that he's shaking. Like a loyal dog, Aoba's teeth grit and he almost growls-- he won't let this happen again, how dare this asshole even try.
He fixes the almost fully formed vision of Touma's abuser with a lethally sharp stare, his eyes focused like pinpricks and glistening like molten lava. He keeps an arm around Touma, tight and secure, and raises the other with a palm outstreched, reaching for what he was looking for. This. To do what he does best and destroy. ]
Die.
[ The moment the word leaves his mouth it's like a fire starts in the figures stomach, blossoming in long yellowy licks of flame, blue at the tips. Aoba watches as the ooze catches alight from point to point, like a cat chasing a mouse, bubbles and sears the body of the creature before them. He watches right through until the form starts to crumple and fall, till the flames die and all that's left is a scorch on the ground.
A second or two passes, and then the world around them starts to splinter like paint cracking, letting through light and warmth, and in another few seconds of squinting against the light the sounds of the festival soak back through, the air goes chilled from the late hour of the evening, and the office falls away to be replaced by the alleyway Touma had hidden away in.
Aoba opens his eyes, sees Touma sitting in front of him, and immediately reaches out to take one of Touma's hands in his, fingers squeezing his palm as though it's all he needs to reassure him. ]
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[But he's not thinking of that now, as he clings onto his boyfriend for dear life. He's not even aware of the shift of things, and--
[He's still unconscious at first, but he stirs as he feels contact along his hand. He squeezes back in reflex, and slowly, hesitantly, opens his eyes. It takes him a few seconds to fully wake up, not really a morning person if he can help it, so for now, he just blinks sleepily at Aoba.]
Oh... did I... pass out? I'm s... [He catches himself, stops, starts again.] I guess I needed it.
[Smiling shyly, he squeezes Aoba's hand again, and then reaches out to pull him close into a hug, so he can bury his face against the younger man's shoulder.]
Aoba...
[Although he's just tasting his name, so to speak, there's no denying the raw affection seeping through his voice.]
Just... for a little bit, okay? I'm tired....
[He still feels cold, a little shaky (though his trembling has massively subsided,) but the weight of a panic attack is heavy. His whole body still feels the impact of it, even rid of the source as it is. It still happened, and it was still hell on his body.]
Panicking always makes me bone tired. I'm...not gonna sleep. I just. Need a moment.
[But there was something about the moment he was passed out....]
I dreamed a little, I think. There was a very adorable cat made of fire, with eyes just the palest color of your hair. Like it carried a bright, warm world in its heart.
So cute....
And you were there, too, I think. I don't remember what I heard, but it was definitely your voice.
Definitely.
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It's alright, take as long as you need. [ Aoba says quietly, shifting his knees just a little so that he can sit half between Touma's legs and half to the side of the wall. It makes it clear that he has no intention of moving any time soon, not until Touma is ready to leave. He won't make the mistake of refusing his wishes twice.
His expression goes fond when Touma describes his 'dream' and Aoba hums in thought as he hides a knowing smile in the hair at the nape of his neck. ]
You even dream about cats, huh? [ He lets out a gentle laugh, squeezes Touma a little to make it clear he's playing around, and then continues: ] You're the cute one.
[ He wonders if perhaps he should tell Touma about his ability, about what he'd done.. but he figures there's always time for that later. Right now Touma has been through enough, is exhausted in a way Aoba can't even begin to imagine, so he'll save it for a time when he'll be able to process such impossible information a little easier. He wonders what Blossom thinks of him now, if she understands any of what just happened. He should probably get Ren out and make sure all his own vital signs are doing okay - his eyes ache, there's a dull throb at the back of his head - but he's loathe to move even an inch away from the warmth of his boyfriend. ]
Mm, I'm glad I could be there. Even if you don't remember what we talked about.
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[As it is, Touma just huffs at the "cute" comment.]
Of course I dream of cats. I adore them.
[A beat, and he opens his eyes for a moment before closing them again.]
...I adore you. And I've never met a dog that was even half as adorable as Ren.
[Frowning a little, he murmurs,] So.. I still have some recovery to do. From... my experiences. But, I've been thinking, lately... it might be nice to be... physically intimate. With you. N-not... not that I'm intending to sound pushy about it. I don't... want to go too fast. Or, well. I don't know how fast is too fast or too slow and I don't want to make you uncomfortable.
But even though my chromosomes are XY, my body...is weird looking. My abuser... he thought that he could continue his family line using my body. Because.. I have most of the anatomy necessary to do so. I don't have everything necessary either way, and so, even if I wanted children of my own genetics, that's... impossible. So, um, if you ever decide that you want children, I... I can't give you biological ones. I mean, even knowing you're a guy and I'm a guy and that was an obvious thing... ahhh...
[Although he's nervous, he doesn't let go of Aoba.]
And, uh. Anyway. I rely on injected hormones just to function. Because I don't... exactly have testicles at all. I get stabbed in the ass about once a month and I get a little hyped up for a few weeks and...
I get... really... excited super easy.
And it's embarrassing.
...Um. I guess I'm just really tired. And lower hormones since it's been a bit. My thoughts are all over the place right now.
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But then there's.. that. And Aoba's face erupts into color, flushing right to the tips of his ears so that they burn with heat. Touma just admitted to being sexually attracted to him, to wanting to have sex with him or at the very least.. mess around.. and Aoba swallows as his mouth suddenly becomes very wet. It makes him smile, though, the kind of smile a kid might have at the news that he's being taken to a theme park, a tentatively excited smile, a smile that wonders is this too good to be true?
He draws back, just a bit, just enough to look at Touma's face as he rambles (cute, Aoba thinks again, he's so cute) then when the words die out, he lifts Touma's chin and presses their lips together in a chaste kiss that's full of intention, a promise. ]
I'd like that. All of that. All of you. [ Do these two just.. ramble when they're nervous? It seems so. Aoba chews a bit on his lip, and then.. ] I like you. A lot. I'm still.. figuring it out, in my head, but I don't think there's anything you could do, say or be that would make me feel any other way.
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[The kiss promptly brings a rush of blood to his cheeks, and he's struck silent for a moment. It's enough for him to remain quiet while he listens to Aoba, the blush on his face darkening further in a hurry.
[No, he thinks. There are definitely some lines you probably won't cross, if I did those things, but fortunately...
[That train of thought quieting, Touma very carefully cups the nape of Aoba's neck, mindful of his hair (he was paying attention whenever he saw that Aoba didn't like the contact to his hair) and gently pulls him back into another kiss.
[His isn't a one-and-done, but something a bit more long-winded. At once, he realizes he really likes how Aoba's lips feel against his own. His single kiss transitions into another, and even a third.
[Even so, he's keenly aware of Aoba's body language and any tension. If Aoba shows even the slightest sign of not wanting to continue, he'll stop.]
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He lets out a slow breath between kisses, a kind of ahh sound that spills hot air between their lips and captures pockets of it with every kiss. Aoba is fast becoming familiar with Touma's firm upper lip and his plush lower one, finding that he likes to press the purse of his own lips to Touma's bottom one to feel the bounce back and.. and to feel where his lips part, feel the entrance to the inside of Touma's mouth that Aoba can't stop thinking about.
The thought alone makes him lick his lips, and only when he tastes something unfamiliar does he double take. He just.. he just licked Touma's lips. By accident, but also entirely on purpose. His ears are burning again, but he doesn't draw away or apologise because.. well, he doesn't want to. In fact, after a short pause, he does it again. ]
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[Even as every kiss stirs something familiar, low in his hips.]
Aoba... ahh...
[He kisses him again, and again, and, shyly, tries to find Aoba's tongue so he can lick that, too.]
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Aoba shifts, moving himself better in front of Touma, edging between his legs and raising a hand to press over his chest as they kiss. He's clearly not concerned about the location nor the situation they're currently in.
He lets his mouth open so Touma can follow his tongue inside, and gasps out a half-groan-half-moan at the feeling of it sliding across his teeth, meeting and twirling with his tongue. There's a similar heat awakening in Aoba, though he isn't worried about the concequences.. he'd much rather get as much kissing done as he can. ]
Mmm- T-Touma..!
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[Fuck.
[He doesn't even care that Blossom is still awake and probably staring at him, too. Tasting Aoba's words on his tongue is heaven, even if those words are only half-focused. His own body eagerly reacts, and, giving Aoba's tongue another firm lick, he pulls his tongue back a bit to see if Aoba's will follow.
[He should.. speak up about this. Talk it out before they get too taken in by each other. The weight that he's likely to be asking Aoba to tolerate just because he's---
[Strangely, his worries don't feel quite so heavy. Not quite so oppressive.]
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Aoba has this constant feeling of everything being so good but nowhere near enough all at once, and it's dizzying enough that he almost feels like he has a headache, like pressure building in not only his head but his body, too. He wants to move and go and do more but he can't bring himself to make this stop, even as his fingertips creep under Touma's collar, past that unfastened button, hot points of his fingers laying against his collarbone. Like he's asking for permission. ]
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I'm... not too keen on doing more than this in public. And I'm likely to want to do more if we keep going.
[There's no way he can hide how his breath his heavier than usual, how the flush of arousal has darkened his eyes. How the flush spreads along his neck and even past the collar of his shirt.
[At a glance, he can see that Aoba's similarly affected, and he flashes a soft, shy, little smile.]
I think your place is closer, but.. if you don't mind the extra walk, we can hit my apartment for guaranteed privacy. If you want to.
[While he quite enjoyed Tae-san's company as well, there was just something about not wanting to have her in the house if he was going to be heavily making out with - and possibly having sex with - her grandson.]
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He nods his head, offering a little mmhmm in response to everything Touma said. He wants to, he doesn't mind the walk, he's also going to want more if they keep at this... Honestly, the idea of being lewd in public is becoming a much smaller problem the longer Aoba looks into Touma's lust-darkened eyes. But as much as he's loathe to stop and as pleasure-drunk as he feels, above all else he wants Touma to be comfortable.
He shuffles back on almost wobbly legs, then gets to his feet with only minor difficulty given how tight his jeans suddenly feel, before offering both hands out to help the other up. ]
If we go down this alley a little more, and turn left- [ He sounds like he's run a marathon, but his brain is alert enough to recall shortcuts Ren has taken him down on delivery drop offs. Most of all, though.. he sounds eager. ] -We'll get back to the main road quicker. And we won't have to push back through the festival crowd.
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[Touma accepts the help up, and then bends back down to gently lift Blossom back up (who absolutely is still alert) and back into his bag before setting the large AllMate into sleep mode. He takes just a moment to make sure that his AllMate will be comfortable when he wakes up before lifting up the bag and hefting it over his shoulder.
[Once he's sure that they're both ready to go, Touma reaches out in turn to try and take Aoba's hand, if he'll let him, so that they can remain in contact while they walk.
[Aoba, after all, isn't the only one visibly aroused. Touma's not dressed up for work, after all, so even his own jeans feel tighter than usual. Furthermore, he knows his boxers are soaked from it. It's a miracle it hasn't soaked through to the denim at this point.]
I'll try to remember this route. It'll make things easier for me in case there's another crowd.
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*I don't actually remember what the distract close to where Mink and the like were is called, sorry!
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...*district XD;
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Started typing this up while I waited for the game to finish installing. <3
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that moment when you replay the lyrics in your head to remember the upload order your icons.
lmffsdf skill!! shame mine are all just "funny" comments
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZIlEw2j3OM :)!
ahh, what a good song!! *o*
<3
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