you two are doing the do, as you do - except, oh no, you're not in the safety of your own room! there's no risk of being discovered here, as you're already exposed. all eyes are on you and your boo.
can't help it - you're so (blegh) in love you can't control your emotions.
don't care - the two of you have been kept apart for so long, you don't mind who sees you together.
swingers/party - at the orgy, you're out of place if you're not having sex for all to see.
uncontained lust - hormones or sex pollen strikes!
forced - aliens making you breed? threat of death?
kink - you're just a exhibitionist.
possessive - what's yours is yours and you're going to show the world.
ritual - sex as a rite of passage or a ceremony that must be performed.
humiliation - one of you wants to shame the other.
[Anybody who knew Komaeda well - and that list happened to be tragically quite small - would have worked out that he often spent his time in the library, a place which was nice and quiet and, for some reason, free from having people hurt by his talent. Sometimes, he met there with Hinata, the only person he could truly call a friend. Unfortunately, Hinata happened to be busy with other things and besides, Komaeda felt he annoyed the guy a lot anyway.
And so he sat in a small corner of the library, often missed by people who did not look hard enough, neck deep in a murder mystery book. Nobody else seemed to be in the library. The main librarian had gone into one of the back rooms for a - very long - coffee break.]
[ Despite his pretty face being on the inside cover of every one of his bestselling (and not-so-bestselling) novels, and his traditional style of dress, Gentaro still enjoys some degree of obscurity himself. He takes advantage of it, of course, coming and going as he pleases with little fanfare. Today he breezes into the library. It's quiet. Peaceful. Conducive for reading and studying, and therein lies the problem: it's boring. He needs inspiration, something interesting.
At least there's a familiar face tucked away in a corner. Komaeda undoubtedly peculiar. He can't say he understands him at all. At times he seems quite dense, but he can be tremendously sharp. He's unpredictable, and that's what makes him so intriguing. He eases over to where he's sitting, leaning in as close as he's allowed to speak in a hushed purr. ]
Oh my, back again? How does the victim die this time?
[Komaeda has a very neutral look on his face as he looks up. However, it quickly turns into a carefree smile as he places his book down. He honestly thought he was going to be alone today. Does the great author Yumeno Gentaro wish to lower himself to spend time with him? How lucky Komaeda is, even though he suspects Gentaro has an ulterior motive for this. No matter, he can find out more about the other man this way.]
Ah, Gentaro-san! I didn’t expect you to grace me with your presence today. What a big surprise. [He does not look shocked though.] I’m afraid it’s your typical shot with a bullet in the library. [Although the aspects of how it led up to the murder and the suspects are interesting which is why he’s still reading it.] I’m sure you’d be able to think of a more creative way, with a talent like yours.
[If Komaeda is uncomfortable about how little space there is between them, he makes no indication of it.]
You overestimate me. I am nothing but a mere humorist; the complexities of mystery writing are beyond my ken. And besides that, the method doesn't interest me nearly as much as the motive.
[ As usual, he uses that antiquated, self-deprecating way of referring to himself, used by old-school authors, despite his holier-than-thou tone. He's classy, lithe and elegant as a cat as he sits down, close as their chairs will allow him to be. He wouldn't want to disturb the other patrons by being too loud. ]
Ah, well I knew that humour novels were your expertise. I've read a few. [Because of course he would if he wants to know your talent.] I kind of agree though. The motive is the more fascinating part, and that's why I'm still reading it.
[But that's not important. Komaeda snaps his book and also moves forward a little closer.] Anyway, why are you here, Gentaro-san? One might think you're here to do some research for your next book. [Considering how close Gentaro is to him and that he knows Komaeda spends his time here, Komaeda suspects that it is something else. The younger man leans forward and smiles.] You know, I can always help out. Anything to help a worthier person like you make your talent shine!
[ he leans in close, a breath away from a kiss before he stops ]
Actually, that's a lie; but coming here for research isn't correct, either. Honestly, I'm bored. Maybe you could help me with that.
[ Despite the lie, he doesn't pull away, daring him to close the gap. "Bored." The way the word rolls off his tongue has the full weight of his disgust. He isn't just bored with his day, he's bored with life; searching for something that's worth putting pen to paper for. Right now, the offer of "anything" fills his mind with scenarios of pushing Komaeda to his limits, to test if he has even the slightest shred self-worth somewhere deep within him. ]
Of course it was a lie. If it wasn't, I would seriously start asking myself if you had a brain transplant.
[Naturally, Komaeda thinks. There is no way anybody could enjoy the company of someone like him. Although that does bring the question - why does Gentaro spend time with him? A successful writer like that? Hang with a boring and worthless young man? Let alone sleep with him? Komaeda can still not wrap his head around it. Or figure out why Gentaro would come to him to relieve himself of boredom..
And yet he finds himself moving his hand behind Gentaro's head and stroking the back of his neck.] My, you must be astoundingly desperate if you have come to me for your entertainment.
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I'd fail to see how a bug like me could be interesting. I wouldn't say that I'm not flattered. If anything, I'm so happy that even I can be of use to you.
[He tries to take Gentaro's hand in his to slowly encourage it to go further up his thigh. It looks like he won't be spending all his time in the library alone today. Not that this is a bad thing. Gentaro was not his friend, let alone a lover, as far as Komaeda was concerned. Why would the writer want to be? Still, it would give him the illusion of being needed by and mattering to someone. Even if it was only for a few hours. Even if it was not real.]
Well, then. I suppose we both have to make a move. [If they continue like this in the library, someone was bound to notice. If not the librarian then whoever comes into the corner or any security cameras about the place. If they continue like they are, then someone could spot them. And that would be potentially very awkward.
And yet there is something very thrilling about the idea of being caught.]
[ the voice that responds sounds alarmingly like his own. A perfect replication. As expected from a master storyteller. His eyes are alight with mischief, eager to see Komaeda's reaction to it and to the hand taking his cue. Fingers brush at the front of his pants, teasing at the zipper. ]
Why? What does someone who calls themselves "a bug," stand to lose in this situation?
[Then the voice imitation catches Komaeda off-guard. His expression immediately turns sour. He knows that Gentaro can do good voice imitations - scarily good ones, in fact. And while it is an extremely admirable skill, Komaeda also does not take well to being teased.
Before he can retort though there is a small gasp from Komaeda as Gentaro's fingers brush against his groin. He momentarily forgot he was trying to encourage that a second ago after Gentaro's antics distracted him and he's already becoming hard. In response, Komaeda tries to put on a neutral face although it does take a little effort in his situation.]
It would be a massive problem if we got the library dirty, you know. [Which is clearly the no 1 priority here.]
[ Komaeda's attempt at looking unaffected encourages him to be more aggressive. He wants to see his true reactions to doing this in a public place. While his hand rubs relentlessly at his hardening length, mercifully, he returns to his regular tone. Even the crudest words roll off his tongue like poetry. ]
If that is your primary concern, there are very simple ways to mitigate it. Swallowing, cumming inside, or depriving you of release altogether, until we've relocated to somewhere more appropriate. On the other hand, what's so wrong about leaving a mess?
[Komaeda bites his lip, trying to muffle any sounds but fails to prevent a moan from escaping. It looks like Gentaro really does want to be 'entertained' in the library. And Komaeda, being a neat freak, would like to respect the library. On the other hand, there was the increasing excitement about the possibility of being discovered in a public place. Or rather, the excitement of trying not to be discovered.
Swallowing was a possible solution. As was a bunch of tissues he happened to have in his pocket. It would not completely solve things but....
His trousers were feeling increasingly tight and uncomfortable. Komaeda gave into his desires and tried to pull Gentaro closer while also gesturing at the other man's hand to get him to undo the zipper.]
[ As soon as Komaeda moans, his lips are sealed by Gentaro's. His tongue follows soon after, seeking Komaeda's out as he undoes the zipper. Fingertips trail up his cock with slowness that can only be described as "agonizing" to tease at the waistband of his underwear. They trace along the skin, barely dipping past the elastic, before slipping back out, repeating the action until he receives further instructions from his companion. ]
[Komaeda leans further forward, his tongue eagerly responding in turn. Meanwhile, he moves one of his hand from Gentaro's neck to his front, trailing down his front to see if he is allowed to go under his robe. Either way, he is just hungry for close physical contact. Which is also why his other hand tries to make Gentaro go further in his underwear. It is not as if he will get this sort of affection from anybody who actually cares about him anyway. He does not deserve it.]
[ Gentaro won't stop him putting his hand in his robe, but there's still a button down to make his way past before he can make contact with skin. He considers making it easier for him, but the hand driving him further into Komaeda's underwear is much more important. He finally takes hold of his length with a gentle touch, stroking him lightly.
[Finally. Gentaro is going where he wanted and the pace is fine for the moment. He does not want to come quite yet. Besides, if he is here to entertain Gentaro, won’t the guy be bored of giving him all the relief? Komaeda pulls from the kiss, panting. He also fiddles with the button but doesn’t do anything with it yet, not quite knowing how Gentaro is going to react yet.]
Gentaro-san…..h…how selfish of me. Someone like me, lowest of the low…..is getting all the pleasure…....a..aren’t I supposed to be the one who entertains you?[And he keeps playing with the button, trying to look seductive.]……I can do whatever you want….I don’t mind…
[ The statement is more of an observation than a complaint, but he wouldn't deny that he is getting a little bored, even with the change in setting. While Komaeda is quick to describe himself as something less than human, Gentaro wonders if he still has some human traits in him. Greed, selfishness. . . wouldn't it be fun to draw those feelings out?
His hand eases off his dick, strokes replaced by the feather light glide of fingertips, that could hardly be called touches. ]
Shall I propose a compromise? I'm curious about how you'd react to being serviced. Would you like that? If you truly can't endure it, then I'll use you as I see fit.
........You want to go down on me? [Wait....but that requires pleasuring him, not Gentaro. What is going on in Gentaro's mind?
On the other hand....] Are you giving me a challenge? [He has never received oral before. He's fantasised about it along with a few other sexual - as well as romantic - things with a certain individual but....
Gentaro said that if he could not handle it, the writer would do what he liked. That sounded less than appealing. On the other hand, the idea sounded exciting. What would his luck determine? Would he win or lose? Komaeda's eyes light up.] How interesting. What are the exact terms?
[ The already sultry tone of Gentaro's voice is downright deadly when the subject overtly turns to sex. It's a husky whisper in Komaeda's ear and for extra emphasis, his hand cups the head of his cock, rubbing softly. He was hardly a blushing virgin before he met Komaeda, or even before Ramuda, but since joining a certain rap crew, his technique-- and the sheer volume of experience-- have increased exponentially. Far from ashamed by the turn of events, yet not one for bragging, he has absolute confidence in his oral abilities. While he'd rather receive head than give it, the new reactions he might see are worth the effort.
The excitement on his face is already intriguing, he's clearly thought about it before, but hasn't had the opportunity. Perhaps the young man is luckier than he thought. ]
The exact terms shall be as follows: I'll get on my knees and please you with my mouth, until you can either no longer endure or do not find it pleasurable for whatever reason. At which point, I'll bend you over this table and take you. Or... [ His grip becomes firm, stroking with insistence. His tone shifts from blithe and suggestive to something much more rough and predatory. ] After I make you come, I'll fuck you anyway.
[Komaeda has been around Gentaro long enough to know that tone and it makes him shiver. The pleasure he is getting from his length being stroked does not help either. But....while Gentaro's proposal is not so much a challenge considering Gentaro was going to take him anyway, there is a thrill from trying to last as long as possible.
He glances around the area, remembering where he is. Someone could still walk into their little corner or spot them via cameras - if nobody has spotted them already. All those factors around him.....] Ah....receiving a blowjob from the famous Gentaro-san and then being completely at his mercy. All in a public library....[The absurdity makes him laugh a little.] Is this good or bad luck? Even I'm not quite sure myself!
[But that does not stop him from tugging his trousers and underwear down to his ankles. It is certainly far from normal but should he really be thinking that, considering the Topsy-Turvy life that he has had to endure?]
You can tell me if it's good or bad luck when we're finished.
[ The soft kiss he presses to Komaeda's cheek is quickly followed by the scrape of teeth against his neck. He slinks beneath the table with the kind of elegance and grace of a princess, looking up at him with bright green eyes as he kneels between his legs. He almost seems too high-class and prudish for something like oral sex in a public place, yet he tucks his hair behind his ear and takes in all of Komaeda's cock without hesitation. ]
[There is a small moan as Gentaro bites his neck and then gracefully goes down. Komaeda has no idea if this will be good or bad luck. Either way, he is eager to find out. There is a small laughter as he stares up at the ceiling, his face lit up with ecstasy.]
Well, even if it is bad luck, it is such an honour that you, Gentaro-san, would want to do something like this to scum like me! I'm sure that there are plenty of others who you'd rather spend time with. Ahahaha I guess I must be a last resort.
Even so, I don't mind. To be able to help you is such a marvel-aaaaah!
[Komaeda was so busy rambling that Gentaro enveloping his dick in his mouth takes him by shock and he almost falls over. Not used to the feeling, he shoves one arm into his mouth to drown out any loud noise he makes. With the other, he manages to maintain his balance for the moment. By gripping Gentaro's hair.]
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And so he sat in a small corner of the library, often missed by people who did not look hard enough, neck deep in a murder mystery book. Nobody else seemed to be in the library. The main librarian had gone into one of the back rooms for a - very long - coffee break.]
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At least there's a familiar face tucked away in a corner. Komaeda undoubtedly peculiar. He can't say he understands him at all. At times he seems quite dense, but he can be tremendously sharp. He's unpredictable, and that's what makes him so intriguing. He eases over to where he's sitting, leaning in as close as he's allowed to speak in a hushed purr. ]
Oh my, back again? How does the victim die this time?
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Ah, Gentaro-san! I didn’t expect you to grace me with your presence today. What a big surprise. [He does not look shocked though.] I’m afraid it’s your typical shot with a bullet in the library. [Although the aspects of how it led up to the murder and the suspects are interesting which is why he’s still reading it.] I’m sure you’d be able to think of a more creative way, with a talent like yours.
[If Komaeda is uncomfortable about how little space there is between them, he makes no indication of it.]
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[ As usual, he uses that antiquated, self-deprecating way of referring to himself, used by old-school authors, despite his holier-than-thou tone. He's classy, lithe and elegant as a cat as he sits down, close as their chairs will allow him to be. He wouldn't want to disturb the other patrons by being too loud. ]
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[But that's not important. Komaeda snaps his book and also moves forward a little closer.] Anyway, why are you here, Gentaro-san? One might think you're here to do some research for your next book. [Considering how close Gentaro is to him and that he knows Komaeda spends his time here, Komaeda suspects that it is something else. The younger man leans forward and smiles.] You know, I can always help out. Anything to help a worthier person like you make your talent shine!
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[ he leans in close, a breath away from a kiss before he stops ]
Actually, that's a lie; but coming here for research isn't correct, either. Honestly, I'm bored. Maybe you could help me with that.
[ Despite the lie, he doesn't pull away, daring him to close the gap. "Bored." The way the word rolls off his tongue has the full weight of his disgust. He isn't just bored with his day, he's bored with life; searching for something that's worth putting pen to paper for. Right now, the offer of "anything" fills his mind with scenarios of pushing Komaeda to his limits, to test if he has even the slightest shred self-worth somewhere deep within him. ]
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[Naturally, Komaeda thinks. There is no way anybody could enjoy the company of someone like him. Although that does bring the question - why does Gentaro spend time with him? A successful writer like that? Hang with a boring and worthless young man? Let alone sleep with him? Komaeda can still not wrap his head around it. Or figure out why Gentaro would come to him to relieve himself of boredom..
And yet he finds himself moving his hand behind Gentaro's head and stroking the back of his neck.] My, you must be astoundingly desperate if you have come to me for your entertainment.
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Am I being pitied? I thought you'd find it flattering. Or are you questioning my taste, because I think you're interesting?
[ He's said as much before, when they first met. Komaeda is undoubtedly strange. A hand ghosts along Komaeda's thigh ]
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[He tries to take Gentaro's hand in his to slowly encourage it to go further up his thigh. It looks like he won't be spending all his time in the library alone today. Not that this is a bad thing. Gentaro was not his friend, let alone a lover, as far as Komaeda was concerned. Why would the writer want to be? Still, it would give him the illusion of being needed by and mattering to someone. Even if it was only for a few hours. Even if it was not real.]
Well, then. I suppose we both have to make a move. [If they continue like this in the library, someone was bound to notice. If not the librarian then whoever comes into the corner or any security cameras about the place. If they continue like they are, then someone could spot them. And that would be potentially very awkward.
And yet there is something very thrilling about the idea of being caught.]
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Why? What does someone who calls themselves "a bug," stand to lose in this situation?
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Before he can retort though there is a small gasp from Komaeda as Gentaro's fingers brush against his groin. He momentarily forgot he was trying to encourage that a second ago after Gentaro's antics distracted him and he's already becoming hard. In response, Komaeda tries to put on a neutral face although it does take a little effort in his situation.]
It would be a massive problem if we got the library dirty, you know. [Which is clearly the no 1 priority here.]
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If that is your primary concern, there are very simple ways to mitigate it. Swallowing, cumming inside, or depriving you of release altogether, until we've relocated to somewhere more appropriate. On the other hand, what's so wrong about leaving a mess?
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Swallowing was a possible solution. As was a bunch of tissues he happened to have in his pocket. It would not completely solve things but....
His trousers were feeling increasingly tight and uncomfortable. Komaeda gave into his desires and tried to pull Gentaro closer while also gesturing at the other man's hand to get him to undo the zipper.]
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Not too much, not yet. ]
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Gentaro-san…..h…how selfish of me. Someone like me, lowest of the low…..is getting all the pleasure…....a..aren’t I supposed to be the one who entertains you?[And he keeps playing with the button, trying to look seductive.]……I can do whatever you want….I don’t mind…
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[ The statement is more of an observation than a complaint, but he wouldn't deny that he is getting a little bored, even with the change in setting. While Komaeda is quick to describe himself as something less than human, Gentaro wonders if he still has some human traits in him. Greed, selfishness. . . wouldn't it be fun to draw those feelings out?
His hand eases off his dick, strokes replaced by the feather light glide of fingertips, that could hardly be called touches. ]
Shall I propose a compromise? I'm curious about how you'd react to being serviced. Would you like that? If you truly can't endure it, then I'll use you as I see fit.
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On the other hand....] Are you giving me a challenge? [He has never received oral before. He's fantasised about it along with a few other sexual - as well as romantic - things with a certain individual but....
Gentaro said that if he could not handle it, the writer would do what he liked. That sounded less than appealing. On the other hand, the idea sounded exciting. What would his luck determine? Would he win or lose? Komaeda's eyes light up.] How interesting. What are the exact terms?
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[ The already sultry tone of Gentaro's voice is downright deadly when the subject overtly turns to sex. It's a husky whisper in Komaeda's ear and for extra emphasis, his hand cups the head of his cock, rubbing softly. He was hardly a blushing virgin before he met Komaeda, or even before Ramuda, but since joining a certain rap crew, his technique-- and the sheer volume of experience-- have increased exponentially. Far from ashamed by the turn of events, yet not one for bragging, he has absolute confidence in his oral abilities. While he'd rather receive head than give it, the new reactions he might see are worth the effort.
The excitement on his face is already intriguing, he's clearly thought about it before, but hasn't had the opportunity. Perhaps the young man is luckier than he thought. ]
The exact terms shall be as follows: I'll get on my knees and please you with my mouth, until you can either no longer endure or do not find it pleasurable for whatever reason. At which point, I'll bend you over this table and take you. Or... [ His grip becomes firm, stroking with insistence. His tone shifts from blithe and suggestive to something much more rough and predatory. ] After I make you come, I'll fuck you anyway.
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He glances around the area, remembering where he is. Someone could still walk into their little corner or spot them via cameras - if nobody has spotted them already. All those factors around him.....] Ah....receiving a blowjob from the famous Gentaro-san and then being completely at his mercy. All in a public library....[The absurdity makes him laugh a little.] Is this good or bad luck? Even I'm not quite sure myself!
[But that does not stop him from tugging his trousers and underwear down to his ankles. It is certainly far from normal but should he really be thinking that, considering the Topsy-Turvy life that he has had to endure?]
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[ The soft kiss he presses to Komaeda's cheek is quickly followed by the scrape of teeth against his neck. He slinks beneath the table with the kind of elegance and grace of a princess, looking up at him with bright green eyes as he kneels between his legs. He almost seems too high-class and prudish for something like oral sex in a public place, yet he tucks his hair behind his ear and takes in all of Komaeda's cock without hesitation. ]
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Well, even if it is bad luck, it is such an honour that you, Gentaro-san, would want to do something like this to scum like me! I'm sure that there are plenty of others who you'd rather spend time with. Ahahaha I guess I must be a last resort.
Even so, I don't mind. To be able to help you is such a marvel-aaaaah!
[Komaeda was so busy rambling that Gentaro enveloping his dick in his mouth takes him by shock and he almost falls over. Not used to the feeling, he shoves one arm into his mouth to drown out any loud noise he makes. With the other, he manages to maintain his balance for the moment. By gripping Gentaro's hair.]