sexts from whenever

[inuyasock]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

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[unbecomer]

I don't have a big shower, but I have a big bath. And something you can put your phone into for music, if that works. Do you wanna take a bath first?

[He's - being too affectionate, really. Ruffling Akemi's hair, holding him close. Kissing at his cheek. Maybe this is bad. Akemi's clearly out of it. But he - kind of needs this affection, at this point in his life. And he feels like Akemi feels this all, deep down, it's just -

He doesn't know. He was this stupid when he was Akemi's age. And it's not like he's doing anything Akemi didn't agree to while sober.]

And I'll feed you as long as it's cheap.

[cupidite]

Noo, I'll do it tomorrow –

[ he feels it, it's just – too much, that sort of genuine affection. his inclination is to squirm away, play it off, even if it's something he wants.

but when he's drunk like this, it's easier to indulge. to nuzzle against nagisa, kiss his chin. ]

But I can sleep in your bed? Drink some more. Is it, like, tiny? Hey, there's a lot more wine –

[unbecomer]

We can deal with the wine later, you know -

[And he kisses back - lips, this time, a brief glance across. Maybe he's still nervous. Maybe he just wants to get Akemi to the bedroom before anything.

He eases the door open with his hip. The bedroom's about as sparse as the living room had been. The bed's decently sized, but only just about big enough for the two of them - the only other objects of interest are a bookshelf and his clothes rack, since it's not like he has a walk-in closet.

When he gets to the bed, he half-pushes, half-eases Akemi down onto it, already climbing on top of it - on top of him. His hand's beside Akemi's head.]

Hey, Akemi. Tell me you want this?

[cupidite]

[ the sparseness of nagisa's place vaguely reminds him of his family's old apartment. it's definitely nothing like his own – his apartment is the opposite of sparse. cluttered. as soon as he had money to spend, he never stopped spending it.

but that thought disperses as quickly as it came to him. he spreads his legs a little. ]

I want it. Duh. [ and he reaches up, his hand on the back of nagisa's neck, trying to tug him down closer. ] Let's kiss, you wanted to, right? Come on –

[unbecomer]

[Nagisa doesn't spend money if he doesn't have to - he's had rough patches in his life, he hates clutter, and he isn't the type who gets much of a rush out of shopping. For clothes, maybe, but even then, he likes having outfits that feel really 'him,' not just grabbing whatever off the rack.

Even the bar is modest. Small, like every other gay bar in that part of ni-chome, chic without being cloying. Evenly spaced tables. Maybe it's another part of him disliking putting on appearances.

-- Which is why he looks conflicted, for a second, when Akemi looks so needy. He's kind of manipulated him into this. A little. Well, Akemi had said no money, right? And he's a little drunk, too - his face is redder than it usually is. He thinks the last time he's been this nervous was when he was in his twenties and still bottomed most nights.

He slips closer to Akemi anyway, kneeing his way onto the bed. He kisses down at Akemi, way more romantic than last night, teeth dragging a loose line along his lower lip. He tilts his head, kisses deeper. It's not like the kisses old guys half-force on Akemi during sex if they pay for it - it's more passionate.]

You think I'm attractive, right?

[... He really sounds pathetic. He doesn't think Akemi will remember this, though.]

[cupidite]

[ it's so good. he always forgets how nice kissing can be, how much he actually likes it when it's done right. there's a sigh when nagisa pulls away, and he frowns. ]

Mm? Yeaaah?

[ it doesn't sound like his usual unenthusiastic responses, or even the tone he uses when appealing to johns – he’s being honest, like he doesn't even understand why nagisa has to ask.

his hands move to cup nagisa's cheeks, gently. he's trying to look serious. he's trying to look serious, but, well – he's still drunk. it's not really working. ]

Are you lonely? Nagishaaa. A lil’ sad?

[unbecomer]

About as much as you are, I think.

[Maybe that's what this is about - not that either of them would ever put it in those terms, no matter how drunk they were.

He kisses once more - with his cheeks cupped, it feels even more intimate. His hands slip down to Akemi's legs, brushing at his thighs, pinching a little -]

On your back, or on your stomach? -- Maybe on your back. We can kiss more.

[cupidite]

My back's gooood –

[ of course it is. he'd rather cling to nagisa than roll over. a leg's already trying to hook around nagisa's waist. ]

You really like me? This actually is a date, huh?