A shiny penny. New, stretchy and clean socks. And what about a car fresh off the lot? There's something to be said for the fancy and new - but there are charm and comfort you just can't beat when it comes to the old faithfuls. Your favorite t-shirt, worn out in the shoulders. That warm blanket.
The person you've been with...well, forever.
how to play.
Comment with your character, prefs, etc.
All characters are welcome, as there are prompts for everyone - yes, including your grimdark antiheroes and playboy types.
Reply to others. Your characters are well-established "old" couple who've been with each other for a while and - hopefully - have left all the drama behind.
prompts.
special trip: enjoy the beaches of Florida or the twin-sun skies of Tatooine.
not the settling sort: how did you, of all people, settle down? nevermind, you might as well just reap the benefits.
new place: you two just can't keep your hands to yourselves. or your bodies off every piece of furniture you have.
night off: one of you is always busy, so time together is rare.
long distance: a more extreme version of the above. you two are married but don't live together, as one of you is always on the road...or on the run.
still so in love: no matter how long you've been together, the spark's still there.
hatesex: there's no spark here, as it's more like a raging inferno of resentment towards your insignificant other.
rekindle the spark: in continuation of spark talk, you guys are trying to recapture what you once had.
make-up sex: the best thing about marital spats? making up again!
romantic night: break out the chocolate and bubble bath.
still got it: they have no need for jealousy, as you have eyes only for them. you want to show them how beautiful they are.
domestically depraved: to the outside world, you're the Cleavers. in your own little world, you're still the perfect couple - just a bit kinky.
The sun was setting over the city of Hell's Kitchen with Sarah walking down the sheet with the hood of her jacket pulled up. She was heading toward's Matt's apartment, wanting to see if he was still there. If not...she could help herself to a beer. It wasn't like he would mind. He would probably comment on it, but the next day there would be a new pack waiting for him. Drinking alcohol wasn't a habit neither of them should indulge in, but it helped at times. Be it to take the edge off, or as a way to clean an item or a wound.
Sarah never thought she would be the one walking to another's place to check in on them. Her days in HYDRA left her jaded and hardened. It took everything out of her to leave the damn place. She had gone into hiding, trying to stay off the grid and keep a low profile. Apparently the dates had other ideas when her path crossed with Matt's. They were like cats and dogs in the beginning, arguing or getting into a tiff. It took time for them to find common ground, and things form there felt like they bloomed into something else.
She had been trained to not form connections. Only the strong survived, and to cut out her heart. Yet....Matt broke down her barriers, and now she was heading to his place.
The door opened easily enough for her. She walked in and softly closed the door, unsure if Matt was there or if he was, if he was sleeping. He did have long hours as a lawyer. If not that then, going about in the city. In all honesty, she was hoping to see him, but she wouldn't dare say it a loud.
He was there, just getting back from his patrol, as Daredevil. It might seem funny to an outsider, seeing him unmasked, gloves off, but the body of the suit still on, guzzling down a bottle of water. Tipping his head and turning to the sound of the door opening, he puts down the bottle, smiling when he hears her come in.
"Hey Sarah," he greets her, walking to her. "Just got back in. What have you been up to?" He couldn't resist kissing her gently on the lips.
No matter how light on her feet Sarah was, she couldn't evade Matt's hearing. Or maybe it was the way the door opened that gave her away. She let out a huff of annoyance at herself, closing the door softly before drawing her hood down. Her brown locks were splayed over her shoulders. She looked him over, taking note of his suit and trying to see if he had been wounded in any fashion.
"Nothin'." The answer comes easily enough. It's her go to response when she does and doesn't want to talk about something. She wanted to go to his fridge, but he was already walking towards her, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. The type of kiss that would any woman's heart melt and knees weak...
And for Sarah, it calms her mood and makes her yearn for more, but she doesn't want to be needy.
"You're still alive, take it tonight was a success, more or less?"
Matt smiles, knowing that her heart accelerated quite a bit, when he kissed her. But of course, there's something she isn't quite telling him. So, he leaves it alone. For now.
"Yeah, maybe a few bruises, a cut lip, but nothing I can't handle. I just want to get out of this and settle in for the night. Are you staying?"
"You or alcohol can't handle..." she teased softly, a smirk dancing on her lips as she began to pull away from him. She went towards his fridge, opening it and reached for two bottles. If he didn't want it, then more for her. It helped take the edge off...and also helped whenever she was bored.
"Well, the plan was t'wait for you. If that meant staying all night, then yeah. You bein' here really sped up that process." Not that she was complaining. Nope. Well, she might bitch about it later just to be a pain in the ass, but that's who she was. At least in doing so around Matt wouldn't get the crap beaten out of her.
"On a good night, yeah," he says, with that grin of his. "After all this tonight, I'll have to pass."
"But you waiting for me, always welcomed. Although I don't think that I'm in any shape for anything but being good company," he loosens up his armor, wanting to be free of the uncomfortable kevlar. "But if you want to lavish all of your attention on me, so be it. I won't say no." After a night's sleep, Matt could definitely reciprocate. Beating up bad guys cramped his style in the sheets a bit. You know, sore ribs and bruises.
"Uh-huh..." Sarah took the opened bottle of beer and sat it down on the counter, watching Matt loosen his armor. She found herself biting her lower lip for a moment before taking a swig of her drink. Well, if he wasn't in the mood to drink, then she'd drink for two.
"There's a thought...something I've thought about...a little..." Lavishing him with affection, kissing him until he was dizzy and needed air. So very tempting...but she was also a bit hesitant, considering she was trying to keep her feelings from going any further...
But, then again, when did they ever have the chance to be alone? And, maybe there was a tiny part of her that wanted him to get some rest...since he was beating up people and took a few hits.
"We'll come back to it later. Go ahead and change, looks like you need the bed more than me."
[ the move had been about as successful as any move could have been, and thankfully keigo's parents had given him enough to actually hire a moving crew to take care of their belongings. all they had to worry about was telling them where to set it. even so, it had still been a long afternoon, especially for someone like keigo who tended to want to check out at the first hint of work. directing movers was probably the epitome of "spoiled rich child," but by the time they were all gone, keigo still felt like he was due some relaxation for all the "work" he had done.
it was a nice apartment, really. maybe a bit outside of their means, had it not been for keigo's parents, but they could worry about that later. it was a space for them, and no one could bother them if they wanted to be alone.
keigo was certainly glad that they were alone again, evidenced by the way he sighed wistfully whilst flopping back onto the couch. it was the only piece of furniture set up in their living room, the rest of the space occupied by a myriad of unopened and meticulously labeled boxes. keigo looked up from the couch at ichigo with bright eyes, an obvious excitement shining in them as he waved him closer. ]
Whew, we deserve a bit of relaxation after all that, yeah?
[the entire process had been, admittedly, stressful. ichigo wasn't the most social of creatures and putting up with all the people moving in and out of their new home had been tiring. keigo thankfully had handled most of the bossing around-- ichigo suspected he'd enjoyed it on some level-- and ichigo had done his best to stay out of the way and help when he was actually needed.
the alternative had been letting their parents help them move in, and ichigo is eternally grateful they did not go that route. the idea of isshin running around and giving him shit the whole day is enough to give him a headache.
the apartment itself, though, was pretty nice. ichigo would be unsure with how much keigo's parents had spent on the whole thing, but it seemed they didn't mind.
he got pulled out of his thoughts as keigo called to him, directing his attention to the only piece of furniture they had at the moment. keigo looked happy, at least, and it made ichigo's lips twitch toward a smile as he moved toward the couch]
'All that'? You tired of being a supervisor already? [he wondered, sitting down on the couch next to keigo with a small, pleased sigh.] We still have a lot of shit to do.
[ keigo certainly did enjoy being supervisor... but it was a tiring job when all he wanted to do was just laze about. watching what other people were doing should have been an act reserved for the purpose of getting dirt on people and gossiping!
but being around ichigo energized him enough to where the prevailing need to lay about was kept at bay. sort of. what ended up happening was that keigo leaned to the side, flopping directly into ichigo's lap with little warning. he sighed happily again, looking up at him with a cheeky grin. ]
Even supervisors need breaks, right?
[ he reached up and traced his index finger down the side of ichigo's neck teasingly, his grin widening a little. ]
[he grunted lightly as keigo flopped on him, something he assumed would happen the moment he sat down. it was kind of stupid how ridiculously fond of this guy he was, and as he peered down at the head in his lap he tried he best to scowl at him a little instead.
of course, that didn't keep him from running his fingers through keigo's hair. there goes his cover.] Supposedly. I think you can take a ten minute one if you're lucky.
[he's teasing slightly, and he tries not to shiver when keigo's finger slides against his skin. he succeeds this time, fingers curling around a lock of keigo's hair to give it a small tug.] Yeah? You sure? I think we could probably knock out a couple dozen more boxes.
[he doesn't mean it, of course, but he's trying to pretend he does, looking over at the boxes with feigned interest.] Don't know what could be more important than getting our crap set out.
[ it was sometimes a little scary how easily keigo could find himself teasing ichigo like this. some days, it didn't hit him that this was his actual life and not some extended fantasy cooked up in his dreams. it was hard to remember sometimes when ichigo would do things like stroke his hair or tease him like this; any second now, he'd wake up and be back in his bed, alone.
that prevailing thought was interrupted, though, when ichigo tugged on his hair like that, eliciting a soft grunt and bringing a squint to his eyes. ]
Don't you, though?
[ keigo huffed, letting his hand drop down, fingers catching in the collar of his shirt as he sat up again. this time, he pressed his free hand into the cushion beside ichigo's thigh, propping himself up as he looked at him with a more or less predatory gaze. ]
I could think of a few more pressing matters to address... Why don't we celebrate havin' a place to ourselves? A place where we don't have to be quiet or secretive...
[ keigo's grin returned, cutting across his lips like a dagger, revealing a hint of his teeth. sometimes laying it on thick was the way to go, right? ]
[he raised an eyebrow as keigo huffed at him, something inside him pleased at the reaction. it seemed keigo's annoyance was relatively short-lived though as he sat up, ichigo protesting the movement with a small grunt, before keigo was eye-to-eye with him.
well. the new position was fine, too, really. ichigo had relatively few complaints.
keigo's got his full attention now, though, and he's not bothering to feign an interest in the cardboard littering their floor-- theirs, that made him weirdly warm and pleased as the thought passed him. but he couldn't really get sappy when keigo obviously had other plans.
his own fingers slid up keigo's side, pushing under his shirt to graze his skin, a low hum in his throat. ichigo's lips pulled into an answering smirk, the hand the had been playing with keigo's hair moving to rest against his neck instead.] How long do you want to bet it will take our neighbors to complain about us, in that case?
[ this was more his speed: the easy banter and the touching, leading up to something unspoken but yet still understood. keigo could remember the times where ichigo would have hesitated, now mostly a bygone era of their relationship in its earliest stages. honestly, it didn't feel that long ago...
anyway, keigo was content to keep things rolling now that ichigo was on board. keigo chuckled softly, sliding his thighs apart in such a way that he could easily seat himself in ichigo's lap, rather than lean awkwardly across it. with ichigo's palm cupping at his neck, keigo found it easy to lean forward into him, palms splayed against his chest. ]
Should we do a countdown, maybe? "Days since last incident," or something?
[ichigo had gotten used to this pretty quickly, all things considered. it had been incredibly embarrassing at the start, mostly because he was an overly suppressed idiot, but thankfully he seemed to be getting the hang of it now.
he leaned in with keigo, his forehead bumping against his gently as keigo made himself comfortable on top of him. his fingers curled over keigo's hip, thumb brushing over skin and bone with a comfortable sigh.]
Maybe. Could have a board for it. [he isn't really thinking too much about that now, more distracted instead by keigo's face so close to his own, and he doesn't give it a lot of thought before he's pushing in the last bit to cover keigo's mouth with his own, giving up this dumb discussion entirely in favor of something a lot more fun.]
[ it was a good thing that ichigo decided to take that initiative, because knowing keigo, he would have continued to talk coyly for the next ten minutes and really wasted their time. the only "drawback" was the surprised sound he made against ichigo's mouth, a gentle jolt rising up his spine from the sudden liplock.
but keigo quickly melded to the motion, palms pressing and kneading against ichigo's chest while his fingers tightened against his shirt. he leaned inward as they kissed, tongue toying with ichigo's bottom lip with little hesitation left. hell, if ichigo was going to open the door, keigo was sure as hell going to walk past the threshold. ]
[coy talk is nice and all but action is preferable in this situation. it was a lot easier these days to initiate physical contact with keigo now that they'd been together for a while, and he was going to take advantage of that.
that noise made his lips curl a little, hands tugging keigo closer on his lap as he felt him relaxing into him. it was nice, feeling his weight pressed against him, and he pushed his hand further up keigo's shirt to rub against his side. he let out a pleased sigh of his own as he felt keigo's tongue nudging against his lip, causing him to part his lips and swipe his tongue against keigo's lip in answer.]
[ with the kiss quickly graduating to something more heated and open-mouthed, keigo found little reason to hold back much. he boldly slid his tongue into ichigo's mouth without hesitation and craned his head at an angle to afford him that much more control of the kiss. for as much as he enjoyed ichigo taking initiative, it was sometimes difficult for keigo to relinquish his hold when he had it.
as they kissed, keigo hummed an amused note into ichigo's mouth, his spine curving in response to the contact between ichigo's hand and his skin. keigo definitely wouldn't protest to having those hands elsewhere on his body, though it was a good start. his own hands slowly gravitated up and down ichigo's chest, feeling the hard planes of his pectoral muscles with great interest and pointed attention to certain spots more than others. his goal was to inspire a reaction out of ichigo, maybe a whimper or a grunt, something that would signal just how much he was affecting him in that moment. ]
[ichigo shifted on the couch, hands moving to pull keigo closer while moving to accomadate him moving in. it was a little bit of a weird angle but keigo seemed to be working with it for now. if he could think ahead in this situation he might be worried that this wasn't exactly the best place to be doing this, but, well. keigo's mouth on his tended to keep him from thinking too much.
if keigo wanted the lead back it wouldn't exactly be difficult to take it from ichigo. he'd gotten more comfortable initiating and making it clear when he wanted things but, overall, he was fine letting keigo guide the action. he let out a small whimper as keigo's hands moved over his skin, nipping lightly at his lower lip as his own hands explored keigo's back. honestly, he could live without keigo having this shirt on anymore, but it wasn't easy to convince his hands to get off keigo's skin to accomplish that task.
[ being able to bring out those delightfully lewd sounds from ichigo fueled that sense of power that keigo became so addicted to. even the smallest whimper was such a thrill that emboldened keigo to take things a step further. humming suggestively against his mouth, he pushed forward, taking ichigo's bottom lip between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue.
meanwhile, he slid his hands underneath the snug fabric of ichigo's shirt, hiking it up his body until he stopped at his chest again. with his palms and fingers, he felt ichigo up a bit more directly, alternating between groping and rubbing. ]
[ichigo exhaled sharply as keigo started to tease his lip, shifting in place from the restless urge to do something in retaliation. his fingers pressed in against his shoulder blades for now, holding him close as he submitted to his ministrations.
those long, thin fingers groping at his chest pulled a small hiss out of ichigo, making him squirm further against keigo. it just made him wonder how it was he still had his shirt on, really, even if keigo was doing a fine job with it still in place. his back arched slightly to push him into the touch, his own teeth nipping at keigo's upper lip in some small retaliation.]
[ taking the reins and steering ichigo where he wanted him to go could border on too empowering. keigo wasn't known for his restraint, and ichigo submitting to his whims meant being subjected to whatever filth happened to populate his mind at the moment. for example, rather than just remain stationary in ichigo's lap, keigo started to roll his hips forward, grinding down against him while they kissed. even ichigo's form of retaliation was taken in stride, though he couldn't stop himself from groaning softly against his lips in return.
gripping against ichigo's chest, keigo broke the kiss with a shallow huff, eyes half open as he looked down at him. all the while, he was slowly gyrating his hips, grinning. ]
You know where the lube is?
[ he certainly wasn't pulling any coy remarks at this point. he was past that stage, more willing to make it blatantly clear exactly what he wanted. ]
[really, ichigo didn't think he was in a bad position if keigo felt up to 'subjecting' him to whatever his mind cooked up. it wasn't as if he didn't usually end up enjoying what he did to him, after all. like keigo grinding down against him, it wasn't as if it didn't send a spark of arousal up ichigo's spine, making him groan softly and try to roll his hips up against keigo's own.
he blinked, though, at keigo's question, letting out a small confused noise at the question. it took a moment for his brain to catch up, before it clicked in his head that keigo wanted the lube. he frowned, looking around at the boxes all over the floor, past the living room and on the kitchen counters, perplexed.
he nuzzled at keigo's neck and let out a small hum.] No idea. In a box, probably. One of the bedroom ones? [he frowned a little bit more.] I don't think I put any in our day luggage or anything.
[ somehow, keigo could have predicted that this would happen. though he had no plans in advance for their little makeout session, it was just typical that a roadblock would present itself to them.
groaning in frustration, keigo slumped against ichigo momentarily, resting his head against his shoulder. his voice came out in dissonant whine, his fingers gripping hard at ichigo's chest. ]
Ughhh!! I want you to fuck me, damnit...!
[ how lewd. it was pretty bold of keigo to just say something like that... but he was well beyond the point of caring. ]
[ichigo isn't all that surprised this happened either. it seemed pretty typical for them to end up in a position like this. still, somehow, he'd figured keigo would have some kind of contingency for this.
guess not.
he snorted at keigo's words, eyes rolling at his whining, nevermind the slight flush at those words.] Well, I'll owe you when we find it then.
[until then! ichigo kind of nudged at keigo on him, trying to deliver the message to lie down on the couch anyway, pressing a kiss to his neck] I'm pretty sure we can figure something out without it.
[ no, this was the end of the world. nothing could possibly make this situation better. they were doomed! doomed to a fate of blue balls...
well, that penchant for the dramatic didn't really apply here, since ichigo's little hint was really all keigo needed to pick up the pieces of his broken and shattered dreams. in fact, his eyes lit up a bit, an excited flush coloring his face as he lifted his head to look at ichigo. that nudge wasn't missed, ichigo, and keigo wasn't going to let that go unrewarded. ]
Ah, you're right, huh?
[ with that, keigo removed his hands out from underneath ichigo's shirt, instead opting to loop his arms around his shoulders. with a sly look on his face, he started to pull to the side, urging ichigo to help him the rest of the way against the couch. ]
[leave it to keigo to be overly dramatic about this. sheesh. as much as he liked the idea of fucking keigo, getting intimate with him in any capacity was a win in his book.
it seemed that, at the end of the day, keigo was on the same page. and he was glad that he took the entirely unsubtle hint and started to move. ichigo shifted with him, hands steady at his waist as keigo moved onto the couch a little more firmly.
he chuckled at that, moving to lean over keigo as he laid down, his knees digging into the couch instead.] Works for me. [he might be trying to pull keigo's shirt off as he goes down on the couch-- it was just in the way at this point right?]
[ keigo was happy to continue onward, even if his original desires were ultimately put on hold. instant gratification was important to him even now and he was far too greedy to put a pin on this until they could find everything they needed. he moved easily with ichigo until he felt the soft give of the couch cushion under him, stopping halfway so that he could help ichigo with pulling his shirt off and throwing it to the floor. ]
Uwah, it's a bit cold in here, isn't it?
[ an astute observation, one keigo probably didn't need to announce since the goosebumps that raked up and down his skin were pretty visible once the shirt was gone. with that out of the way, keigo settled against the couch, looking up at ichigo with expectant and half-lidded eyes. ]
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Ana Rose Kang | Original Character | OTA
( open to all options, too! )
Matt Murdock / Daredevil | Marvel TV Universe
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Sarah never thought she would be the one walking to another's place to check in on them. Her days in HYDRA left her jaded and hardened. It took everything out of her to leave the damn place. She had gone into hiding, trying to stay off the grid and keep a low profile. Apparently the dates had other ideas when her path crossed with Matt's. They were like cats and dogs in the beginning, arguing or getting into a tiff. It took time for them to find common ground, and things form there felt like they bloomed into something else.
She had been trained to not form connections. Only the strong survived, and to cut out her heart. Yet....Matt broke down her barriers, and now she was heading to his place.
The door opened easily enough for her. She walked in and softly closed the door, unsure if Matt was there or if he was, if he was sleeping. He did have long hours as a lawyer. If not that then, going about in the city. In all honesty, she was hoping to see him, but she wouldn't dare say it a loud.
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"Hey Sarah," he greets her, walking to her. "Just got back in. What have you been up to?" He couldn't resist kissing her gently on the lips.
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"Nothin'." The answer comes easily enough. It's her go to response when she does and doesn't want to talk about something. She wanted to go to his fridge, but he was already walking towards her, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. The type of kiss that would any woman's heart melt and knees weak...
And for Sarah, it calms her mood and makes her yearn for more, but she doesn't want to be needy.
"You're still alive, take it tonight was a success, more or less?"
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"Yeah, maybe a few bruises, a cut lip, but nothing I can't handle. I just want to get out of this and settle in for the night. Are you staying?"
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"Well, the plan was t'wait for you. If that meant staying all night, then yeah. You bein' here really sped up that process." Not that she was complaining. Nope. Well, she might bitch about it later just to be a pain in the ass, but that's who she was. At least in doing so around Matt wouldn't get the crap beaten out of her.
Sarah opened one bottle and offered it to him.
"C'mon, you could use it."
Sorry had to edit.
"But you waiting for me, always welcomed. Although I don't think that I'm in any shape for anything but being good company," he loosens up his armor, wanting to be free of the uncomfortable kevlar. "But if you want to lavish all of your attention on me, so be it. I won't say no." After a night's sleep, Matt could definitely reciprocate. Beating up bad guys cramped his style in the sheets a bit. You know, sore ribs and bruises.
its okay
"There's a thought...something I've thought about...a little..." Lavishing him with affection, kissing him until he was dizzy and needed air. So very tempting...but she was also a bit hesitant, considering she was trying to keep her feelings from going any further...
But, then again, when did they ever have the chance to be alone? And, maybe there was a tiny part of her that wanted him to get some rest...since he was beating up people and took a few hits.
"We'll come back to it later. Go ahead and change, looks like you need the bed more than me."
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It was more comfortable this way. Plus, he would have some fun with her.
Sitting down, he relaxes, settling in, fascinated by what she was going on about. Very curious.
"I'm ready to hear about it...go ahead."
jessica jones.
Chuck Hansen | Pacific Rim | M/M
Duo Maxwell | Gundam Wing | M/M
Mark Temple | Red vs. Blue | M/M, M/nb
Nagi | SMT: Devil Summoner 2 | OTA
Steve Rogers | MCU | m/m
akagi | azur lane | ota
Charleigh Consonni | Original Character | Punisher [Netflix]
tree gelbman | happy death day
Sarah Manning || Orphan Black || F/M
KUROSAKI ICHIGO | BLEACH | OTA
3, natch
[ the move had been about as successful as any move could have been, and thankfully keigo's parents had given him enough to actually hire a moving crew to take care of their belongings. all they had to worry about was telling them where to set it. even so, it had still been a long afternoon, especially for someone like keigo who tended to want to check out at the first hint of work. directing movers was probably the epitome of "spoiled rich child," but by the time they were all gone, keigo still felt like he was due some relaxation for all the "work" he had done.
it was a nice apartment, really. maybe a bit outside of their means, had it not been for keigo's parents, but they could worry about that later. it was a space for them, and no one could bother them if they wanted to be alone.
keigo was certainly glad that they were alone again, evidenced by the way he sighed wistfully whilst flopping back onto the couch. it was the only piece of furniture set up in their living room, the rest of the space occupied by a myriad of unopened and meticulously labeled boxes. keigo looked up from the couch at ichigo with bright eyes, an obvious excitement shining in them as he waved him closer. ]
Whew, we deserve a bit of relaxation after all that, yeah?
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the alternative had been letting their parents help them move in, and ichigo is eternally grateful they did not go that route. the idea of isshin running around and giving him shit the whole day is enough to give him a headache.
the apartment itself, though, was pretty nice. ichigo would be unsure with how much keigo's parents had spent on the whole thing, but it seemed they didn't mind.
he got pulled out of his thoughts as keigo called to him, directing his attention to the only piece of furniture they had at the moment. keigo looked happy, at least, and it made ichigo's lips twitch toward a smile as he moved toward the couch]
'All that'? You tired of being a supervisor already? [he wondered, sitting down on the couch next to keigo with a small, pleased sigh.] We still have a lot of shit to do.
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[ keigo certainly did enjoy being supervisor... but it was a tiring job when all he wanted to do was just laze about. watching what other people were doing should have been an act reserved for the purpose of getting dirt on people and gossiping!
but being around ichigo energized him enough to where the prevailing need to lay about was kept at bay. sort of. what ended up happening was that keigo leaned to the side, flopping directly into ichigo's lap with little warning. he sighed happily again, looking up at him with a cheeky grin. ]
Even supervisors need breaks, right?
[ he reached up and traced his index finger down the side of ichigo's neck teasingly, his grin widening a little. ]
Unpacking can wait a little bit.
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of course, that didn't keep him from running his fingers through keigo's hair. there goes his cover.] Supposedly. I think you can take a ten minute one if you're lucky.
[he's teasing slightly, and he tries not to shiver when keigo's finger slides against his skin. he succeeds this time, fingers curling around a lock of keigo's hair to give it a small tug.] Yeah? You sure? I think we could probably knock out a couple dozen more boxes.
[he doesn't mean it, of course, but he's trying to pretend he does, looking over at the boxes with feigned interest.] Don't know what could be more important than getting our crap set out.
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[ it was sometimes a little scary how easily keigo could find himself teasing ichigo like this. some days, it didn't hit him that this was his actual life and not some extended fantasy cooked up in his dreams. it was hard to remember sometimes when ichigo would do things like stroke his hair or tease him like this; any second now, he'd wake up and be back in his bed, alone.
that prevailing thought was interrupted, though, when ichigo tugged on his hair like that, eliciting a soft grunt and bringing a squint to his eyes. ]
Don't you, though?
[ keigo huffed, letting his hand drop down, fingers catching in the collar of his shirt as he sat up again. this time, he pressed his free hand into the cushion beside ichigo's thigh, propping himself up as he looked at him with a more or less predatory gaze. ]
I could think of a few more pressing matters to address... Why don't we celebrate havin' a place to ourselves? A place where we don't have to be quiet or secretive...
[ keigo's grin returned, cutting across his lips like a dagger, revealing a hint of his teeth. sometimes laying it on thick was the way to go, right? ]
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well. the new position was fine, too, really. ichigo had relatively few complaints.
keigo's got his full attention now, though, and he's not bothering to feign an interest in the cardboard littering their floor-- theirs, that made him weirdly warm and pleased as the thought passed him. but he couldn't really get sappy when keigo obviously had other plans.
his own fingers slid up keigo's side, pushing under his shirt to graze his skin, a low hum in his throat. ichigo's lips pulled into an answering smirk, the hand the had been playing with keigo's hair moving to rest against his neck instead.] How long do you want to bet it will take our neighbors to complain about us, in that case?
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[ this was more his speed: the easy banter and the touching, leading up to something unspoken but yet still understood. keigo could remember the times where ichigo would have hesitated, now mostly a bygone era of their relationship in its earliest stages. honestly, it didn't feel that long ago...
anyway, keigo was content to keep things rolling now that ichigo was on board. keigo chuckled softly, sliding his thighs apart in such a way that he could easily seat himself in ichigo's lap, rather than lean awkwardly across it. with ichigo's palm cupping at his neck, keigo found it easy to lean forward into him, palms splayed against his chest. ]
Should we do a countdown, maybe? "Days since last incident," or something?
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he leaned in with keigo, his forehead bumping against his gently as keigo made himself comfortable on top of him. his fingers curled over keigo's hip, thumb brushing over skin and bone with a comfortable sigh.]
Maybe. Could have a board for it. [he isn't really thinking too much about that now, more distracted instead by keigo's face so close to his own, and he doesn't give it a lot of thought before he's pushing in the last bit to cover keigo's mouth with his own, giving up this dumb discussion entirely in favor of something a lot more fun.]
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[ it was a good thing that ichigo decided to take that initiative, because knowing keigo, he would have continued to talk coyly for the next ten minutes and really wasted their time. the only "drawback" was the surprised sound he made against ichigo's mouth, a gentle jolt rising up his spine from the sudden liplock.
but keigo quickly melded to the motion, palms pressing and kneading against ichigo's chest while his fingers tightened against his shirt. he leaned inward as they kissed, tongue toying with ichigo's bottom lip with little hesitation left. hell, if ichigo was going to open the door, keigo was sure as hell going to walk past the threshold. ]
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that noise made his lips curl a little, hands tugging keigo closer on his lap as he felt him relaxing into him. it was nice, feeling his weight pressed against him, and he pushed his hand further up keigo's shirt to rub against his side. he let out a pleased sigh of his own as he felt keigo's tongue nudging against his lip, causing him to part his lips and swipe his tongue against keigo's lip in answer.]
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[ with the kiss quickly graduating to something more heated and open-mouthed, keigo found little reason to hold back much. he boldly slid his tongue into ichigo's mouth without hesitation and craned his head at an angle to afford him that much more control of the kiss. for as much as he enjoyed ichigo taking initiative, it was sometimes difficult for keigo to relinquish his hold when he had it.
as they kissed, keigo hummed an amused note into ichigo's mouth, his spine curving in response to the contact between ichigo's hand and his skin. keigo definitely wouldn't protest to having those hands elsewhere on his body, though it was a good start. his own hands slowly gravitated up and down ichigo's chest, feeling the hard planes of his pectoral muscles with great interest and pointed attention to certain spots more than others. his goal was to inspire a reaction out of ichigo, maybe a whimper or a grunt, something that would signal just how much he was affecting him in that moment. ]
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if keigo wanted the lead back it wouldn't exactly be difficult to take it from ichigo. he'd gotten more comfortable initiating and making it clear when he wanted things but, overall, he was fine letting keigo guide the action. he let out a small whimper as keigo's hands moved over his skin, nipping lightly at his lower lip as his own hands explored keigo's back. honestly, he could live without keigo having this shirt on anymore, but it wasn't easy to convince his hands to get off keigo's skin to accomplish that task.
at least yet.]
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[ being able to bring out those delightfully lewd sounds from ichigo fueled that sense of power that keigo became so addicted to. even the smallest whimper was such a thrill that emboldened keigo to take things a step further. humming suggestively against his mouth, he pushed forward, taking ichigo's bottom lip between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue.
meanwhile, he slid his hands underneath the snug fabric of ichigo's shirt, hiking it up his body until he stopped at his chest again. with his palms and fingers, he felt ichigo up a bit more directly, alternating between groping and rubbing. ]
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those long, thin fingers groping at his chest pulled a small hiss out of ichigo, making him squirm further against keigo. it just made him wonder how it was he still had his shirt on, really, even if keigo was doing a fine job with it still in place. his back arched slightly to push him into the touch, his own teeth nipping at keigo's upper lip in some small retaliation.]
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[ taking the reins and steering ichigo where he wanted him to go could border on too empowering. keigo wasn't known for his restraint, and ichigo submitting to his whims meant being subjected to whatever filth happened to populate his mind at the moment. for example, rather than just remain stationary in ichigo's lap, keigo started to roll his hips forward, grinding down against him while they kissed. even ichigo's form of retaliation was taken in stride, though he couldn't stop himself from groaning softly against his lips in return.
gripping against ichigo's chest, keigo broke the kiss with a shallow huff, eyes half open as he looked down at him. all the while, he was slowly gyrating his hips, grinning. ]
You know where the lube is?
[ he certainly wasn't pulling any coy remarks at this point. he was past that stage, more willing to make it blatantly clear exactly what he wanted. ]
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he blinked, though, at keigo's question, letting out a small confused noise at the question. it took a moment for his brain to catch up, before it clicked in his head that keigo wanted the lube. he frowned, looking around at the boxes all over the floor, past the living room and on the kitchen counters, perplexed.
he nuzzled at keigo's neck and let out a small hum.] No idea. In a box, probably. One of the bedroom ones? [he frowned a little bit more.] I don't think I put any in our day luggage or anything.
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[ somehow, keigo could have predicted that this would happen. though he had no plans in advance for their little makeout session, it was just typical that a roadblock would present itself to them.
groaning in frustration, keigo slumped against ichigo momentarily, resting his head against his shoulder. his voice came out in dissonant whine, his fingers gripping hard at ichigo's chest. ]
Ughhh!! I want you to fuck me, damnit...!
[ how lewd. it was pretty bold of keigo to just say something like that... but he was well beyond the point of caring. ]
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guess not.
he snorted at keigo's words, eyes rolling at his whining, nevermind the slight flush at those words.] Well, I'll owe you when we find it then.
[until then! ichigo kind of nudged at keigo on him, trying to deliver the message to lie down on the couch anyway, pressing a kiss to his neck] I'm pretty sure we can figure something out without it.
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[ no, this was the end of the world. nothing could possibly make this situation better. they were doomed! doomed to a fate of blue balls...
well, that penchant for the dramatic didn't really apply here, since ichigo's little hint was really all keigo needed to pick up the pieces of his broken and shattered dreams. in fact, his eyes lit up a bit, an excited flush coloring his face as he lifted his head to look at ichigo. that nudge wasn't missed, ichigo, and keigo wasn't going to let that go unrewarded. ]
Ah, you're right, huh?
[ with that, keigo removed his hands out from underneath ichigo's shirt, instead opting to loop his arms around his shoulders. with a sly look on his face, he started to pull to the side, urging ichigo to help him the rest of the way against the couch. ]
Let's improvise, then.
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it seemed that, at the end of the day, keigo was on the same page. and he was glad that he took the entirely unsubtle hint and started to move. ichigo shifted with him, hands steady at his waist as keigo moved onto the couch a little more firmly.
he chuckled at that, moving to lean over keigo as he laid down, his knees digging into the couch instead.] Works for me. [he might be trying to pull keigo's shirt off as he goes down on the couch-- it was just in the way at this point right?]
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Uwah, it's a bit cold in here, isn't it?
[ an astute observation, one keigo probably didn't need to announce since the goosebumps that raked up and down his skin were pretty visible once the shirt was gone. with that out of the way, keigo settled against the couch, looking up at ichigo with expectant and half-lidded eyes. ]
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