[ That sigh--it wraps around his heart, lodges itself there, a memory Gentaro thinks he'll never forget. It's a sigh that's because of him, and there's something truly special about it. Gentaro decides, then, that he'd like to hear that more. Ever cautious, though, Gentaro doesn't try to prompt it; if it comes, he wants it to be a natural thing.
He's still hesitant, but he finds... it's easier to be more confident. Gentaro shifts closer to him still, burying a hand in Hifumi's hair. He lets out a soft, quiet, content sound of his own, and he realizes that he really doesn't want to stop kissing him. ]
[That sound is so unexpected. Maybe somehow Hifumi forgot that Gentaro has a passionate side. He's seen it in a rap battle before, but something about him always seemed immovably distant. Certainly Hifumi didn't set out to get this close, but now that he is, he's dangerously delighted. This is the best thing that could've happened on a weird morning after work, and he never would have expected it. Not in a bazillion years.
So he continues the kiss, slow, soft, little sighs and huffs and gentle sounds affirming that he's content. He can tell Gentaro doesn't do this often, but then again, neither does Hifumi. He's a host, so he knows what he's doing, yet something sincere and sweet as this feels like it ought to be impossible. At the same time, it feels like he's alive in a way he hasn't been in so long, like tiny yellow flowers in a park, or that one big cherry tree, full of pink-white blooms, waving in the wind, carefree.
When he finally pulls away a few inches, his eyes remain closed for a moment.]
[ This is-- it's so very dangerous. Hifumi is an opponent, and more than that, Matenrou and Fling Posse don't exactly have the best rapport. Gentaro, if he were rational in this moment, would end this here and now. But-- Gentaro finds that maybe things have a way of surprising him. Hifumi certainly has.
After all, Gentaro's here, caught in his embrace, cheeks flushed in a way he doesn't think he's ever felt. He draws in a breath, unsure of what to say-- or maybe, afraid of saying the wrong thing.
Gentaro decides none of that matters. He's already thrown caution to the wind, so what's a little more? ]
Have my expert kissing skills rendered you speechless? Goodness, I had no idea I was capable of such a thing.
[ He is, perhaps, playing it up a little more than necessary, but Gentaro's not exactly used to all this. He isn't nervous. He's just... figuring things out. ]
[Hifumi sounds appropriately breathless, just for Gentaro's sake. His eyes slide open, and with sight comes a sunshine-bright grin at the pink in Gentaro's cheeks. He won't call it out--he's being good--but he will bask in the shared warmth for a few moments more. They're still in each other's arms, after all.]
[ It's-- He laughs softly and ducks his head, just slightly. His forehead rests on Hifumi's shoulder, and he draws in a breath or two. It's so unlike him to act like this, but then again, this is new. Still.
He doesn't want Hifumi to have the upper hand, so he turns his head and presses a feather-light kiss to his neck. ]
You flatter me. But how do I know you're not just saying that to make me feel better, hmmm?
[The kiss sends a shiver right through Hifumi, and he practically flinches, curling in on himself slightly. He's not used to actual intimacy beyond jovial shoulder pats and fleeting tackle hugs, so this is a bit different.]
[ Ah-- Gentaro picks up on that, so he pulls back slightly so he can look at him. He hesitates a moment, then brushes his fingers along his cheek, to his hair to tuck a lock behind his ear. ]
That is the goal, yes. [ There's a subtle, gentle vulnerability in Gentaro's gaze. ] I do hope it's working.
[Hifumi smiles brightly at him, though there's a gentle uncertainty in his eyes for just a moment. Still, the longer he looks at Gentaro, the more he realizes just how strangely ethereal he looks. Well, in Hifumi's opinion.]
Yeah. [He laughs faintly.] Gosh, I was just crying on your couch and now I want to say here all day looking at you. [The vulnerability he sees matches his own attempts at opening up just now, and he touches Gentaro's cheek with perfectly manicured fingertips.]
[ Hifumi is warm, and Gentaro's chest feels tight. It's not a bad feeling, but it's different. He thinks-- maybe, it wouldn't be so bad to feel that more and more. Embarrassingly, he lets out a quiet, content sound from the back of his throat and leans into the touch.
Who knew a mere touch could make him ache so very much, so sweetly? ]
Mm. Between the two, I'd much prefer the latter. [ He hesitates again, but it lasts only a short few moments. ] I wouldn't mind looking at you more, either.
[He runs his fingers carefully but admiringly through Gentaro's hair and over his scalp, letting curiosity carry him. The softness of his hair is grounding; the sound of fingers carding through strands is soothing. He's almost forgotten his nightmare for the moment.
All that exists now is this curious connection, this author with his gentle plea... Hifumi wouldn't dare say no. He lets out a heavy breath, as though he's forgetting how to breathe to begin with.
Watching Gentaro, he can't help smiling when he meets that gaze. His own cheeks feel hot for a moment.]
I've got all day. Even if I oughta be asleep, this is way, way, way better.
[ It's disarming, seeing him smile like that. Gentaro wants to see it more, as long as Hifumi will allow it. He wants to keep looking at him, but that hand in his hair feels so good that he closes his open eye.
He leans further into the touch, entirely too much like a cat. He'd be purring if he could. ]
Mmm. [ A content sound, completely at ease and-- almost trusting. At least, as trusting as Gentaro can manage. ] At this rate, you may put me to sleep.
[ He lets out a quiet hum, then opens his eyes. ]
... Would you like to lay down? It may be more comfortable.
Ahh, I guess you want me to get that shut-eye! Do I seem out of it?
[For a fleeting, dangerous moment, Hifumi thinks about laying down with Gentaro, arm around him, fingers in his hair, just two strange people being strangely close... It passes as soon as the color touches his cheeks and he has to look away, because wow does that seem like it's overstepping.
But Gentaro seems to be enjoying the attention thus far, and Hifumi is enjoying giving it, so maybe it's not stepping too far over the line.]
Maybe I won't have weird dreams if you're next to me?
Oh, terribly. I fear you may soon become delirious with exhaustion.
[ He chuckles softly, and not for the first or last time, his cheeks take on a pale flush. Admittedly, his thought was to lay down with him... his writing can wait. Right here, right now--this is a far more attractive option. ]
If we pull out the couch, it will be even more comfortable for the both of us to lay down.
It's no trouble at all. We'll have to move the table somewhat, but aside from that, it is easy enough.
[ Even if it were trouble, Gentaro would do it anyway. Momentarily, he's distracted by the urge to kiss Hifumi again, but he squashes it down and moves to stand. He extends a hand once he's on his feet. ]
If you'd like even more blankets or pillows, they're in the closet. [ Teasingly-- ] Help yourself, if you aren't too lightheaded.
[Hifumi takes his hand with that brilliant smile still shining, and practically bounces to his feet.]
The closet! Point the way!
[He's taking off looking for it without direction, though, maybe to distract himself from the fact that he's a little nervous about curling up with Gentaro.
But he's going to find the pillows and blankets and bring an armful back.]
[ In the time that it's taken Hifumi to grab them, Gentaro's pushed back the table and pulled out the couch. He turns to him with a smile that's steadier than he feels. And, undeniably, there's a quiet fondness in the way he looks at Hifumi. ]
Excellent. You may give me a run for my money in blanket-selecting skills.
[Hifumi stops and actually just chokes on air at the way he's being looked at. The blankets and pillows are being held out to Gentaro, but Hifumi is just staring and trying to catch his breath.]
Um.
[Best host ever, can't even talk.]
Um! Good grief, you can't just look at me like that...
[ He takes the blankets and pillows, but Hifumi's reaction catches him off-guard. It's obvious that Gentaro does not actually know how he's looking at Hifumi. Some of that fondness melts into concern. ]
[Hifumi looks down, a hand running over the back of his neck.]
I'm not used to people looking at me like that. It's usually people looking at me like wolves, or people telling me to stop doing whatever I'm doing. You looked like you wanted to give me a hug or something.
That's a little alarming. (More than a little, really.) Gentaro sets the blankets and pillows down, then closes the short distance between them. He really is much more different than Gentaro once thought. And for a person who can't bear to see people in pain, especially those he's fond of, seeing Hifumi look down like that, hearing what he says-- it's all an arrow in his heart. ]
You're not wrong about that, [ he says softly, almost cautiously, because Gentaro's feeling a little off-balance. He's not used to giving affection to people who aren't Dice or Ramuda.
Gentaro clears his throat lightly. Lying is much easier than whatever this is, but-- ]
[To think Hifumi's the one usually making people fall for him. His heart is beating so hard and fast that he feels more than a little giddy.]
...you do?
[It makes his chest ache. It makes his whole body feel warm. So he does what seems normal and natural, wrapping his arms around Gentaro and ducking his head toward Gentaro's shoulder.]
I'm really gonna stay all day and not regret it for a minute.
[ The only thing that keeps Gentaro from instinctively tensing is the fact that he knows it's coming. He lets out a quiet hum, arms winding around Hifumi. He's a little shorter than Hifumi, but like this, it's hardly noticeable.
He all but melts into the embrace, eyes slipping shut as he holds, as he's held. There's something so gentle and warm and almost easy about this that it's hard to not feel comforted. Cautiously, he brings a hand up to the back of Hifumi's hair, gently sinking his fingers into it. ]
You're more than free to stay. [ He pauses, letting out the quietest laugh. ] I would be very cross with you if you did leave, you know.
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He's still hesitant, but he finds... it's easier to be more confident. Gentaro shifts closer to him still, burying a hand in Hifumi's hair. He lets out a soft, quiet, content sound of his own, and he realizes that he really doesn't want to stop kissing him. ]
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So he continues the kiss, slow, soft, little sighs and huffs and gentle sounds affirming that he's content. He can tell Gentaro doesn't do this often, but then again, neither does Hifumi. He's a host, so he knows what he's doing, yet something sincere and sweet as this feels like it ought to be impossible. At the same time, it feels like he's alive in a way he hasn't been in so long, like tiny yellow flowers in a park, or that one big cherry tree, full of pink-white blooms, waving in the wind, carefree.
When he finally pulls away a few inches, his eyes remain closed for a moment.]
Man.
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After all, Gentaro's here, caught in his embrace, cheeks flushed in a way he doesn't think he's ever felt. He draws in a breath, unsure of what to say-- or maybe, afraid of saying the wrong thing.
Gentaro decides none of that matters. He's already thrown caution to the wind, so what's a little more? ]
Have my expert kissing skills rendered you speechless? Goodness, I had no idea I was capable of such a thing.
[ He is, perhaps, playing it up a little more than necessary, but Gentaro's not exactly used to all this. He isn't nervous. He's just... figuring things out. ]
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[Hifumi sounds appropriately breathless, just for Gentaro's sake. His eyes slide open, and with sight comes a sunshine-bright grin at the pink in Gentaro's cheeks. He won't call it out--he's being good--but he will bask in the shared warmth for a few moments more. They're still in each other's arms, after all.]
Told you you could be a host!
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He doesn't want Hifumi to have the upper hand, so he turns his head and presses a feather-light kiss to his neck. ]
You flatter me. But how do I know you're not just saying that to make me feel better, hmmm?
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You're the one making me feel better, right?
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That is the goal, yes. [ There's a subtle, gentle vulnerability in Gentaro's gaze. ] I do hope it's working.
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Yeah. [He laughs faintly.] Gosh, I was just crying on your couch and now I want to say here all day looking at you. [The vulnerability he sees matches his own attempts at opening up just now, and he touches Gentaro's cheek with perfectly manicured fingertips.]
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Who knew a mere touch could make him ache so very much, so sweetly? ]
Mm. Between the two, I'd much prefer the latter. [ He hesitates again, but it lasts only a short few moments. ] I wouldn't mind looking at you more, either.
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They must be more similar than he ever knew. They both need this gentle closeness.]
D'you like being touched? Like this, I mean. I'll keep doing it. [A beat.] Unless you need to get back to your writing. I'm distracting you...
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I will be very upset if you stop. [ He opens one eye. ] That is to say... please continue. My writing can wait.
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All that exists now is this curious connection, this author with his gentle plea... Hifumi wouldn't dare say no. He lets out a heavy breath, as though he's forgetting how to breathe to begin with.
Watching Gentaro, he can't help smiling when he meets that gaze. His own cheeks feel hot for a moment.]
I've got all day. Even if I oughta be asleep, this is way, way, way better.
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He leans further into the touch, entirely too much like a cat. He'd be purring if he could. ]
Mmm. [ A content sound, completely at ease and-- almost trusting. At least, as trusting as Gentaro can manage. ] At this rate, you may put me to sleep.
[ He lets out a quiet hum, then opens his eyes. ]
... Would you like to lay down? It may be more comfortable.
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[For a fleeting, dangerous moment, Hifumi thinks about laying down with Gentaro, arm around him, fingers in his hair, just two strange people being strangely close... It passes as soon as the color touches his cheeks and he has to look away, because wow does that seem like it's overstepping.
But Gentaro seems to be enjoying the attention thus far, and Hifumi is enjoying giving it, so maybe it's not stepping too far over the line.]
Maybe I won't have weird dreams if you're next to me?
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[ He chuckles softly, and not for the first or last time, his cheeks take on a pale flush. Admittedly, his thought was to lay down with him... his writing can wait. Right here, right now--this is a far more attractive option. ]
If we pull out the couch, it will be even more comfortable for the both of us to lay down.
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[An admission, brightly delivered and chased with a sunshine smile.]
Is that too much trouble?
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[ Even if it were trouble, Gentaro would do it anyway. Momentarily, he's distracted by the urge to kiss Hifumi again, but he squashes it down and moves to stand. He extends a hand once he's on his feet. ]
If you'd like even more blankets or pillows, they're in the closet. [ Teasingly-- ] Help yourself, if you aren't too lightheaded.
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The closet! Point the way!
[He's taking off looking for it without direction, though, maybe to distract himself from the fact that he's a little nervous about curling up with Gentaro.
But he's going to find the pillows and blankets and bring an armful back.]
Here we go!
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Excellent. You may give me a run for my money in blanket-selecting skills.
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Um.
[Best host ever, can't even talk.]
Um! Good grief, you can't just look at me like that...
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I-- am not certain I follow.
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[He stumbles forward a bit.]
Sorry.
[Hifumi looks down, a hand running over the back of his neck.]
I'm not used to people looking at me like that. It's usually people looking at me like wolves, or people telling me to stop doing whatever I'm doing. You looked like you wanted to give me a hug or something.
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That's a little alarming. (More than a little, really.) Gentaro sets the blankets and pillows down, then closes the short distance between them. He really is much more different than Gentaro once thought. And for a person who can't bear to see people in pain, especially those he's fond of, seeing Hifumi look down like that, hearing what he says-- it's all an arrow in his heart. ]
You're not wrong about that, [ he says softly, almost cautiously, because Gentaro's feeling a little off-balance. He's not used to giving affection to people who aren't Dice or Ramuda.
Gentaro clears his throat lightly. Lying is much easier than whatever this is, but-- ]
... I very much enjoy touching you.
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...you do?
[It makes his chest ache. It makes his whole body feel warm. So he does what seems normal and natural, wrapping his arms around Gentaro and ducking his head toward Gentaro's shoulder.]
I'm really gonna stay all day and not regret it for a minute.
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He all but melts into the embrace, eyes slipping shut as he holds, as he's held. There's something so gentle and warm and almost easy about this that it's hard to not feel comforted. Cautiously, he brings a hand up to the back of Hifumi's hair, gently sinking his fingers into it. ]
You're more than free to stay. [ He pauses, letting out the quietest laugh. ] I would be very cross with you if you did leave, you know.
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