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[bepsitwist]

This is Arakita, leave a message. Texting will get a quicker response, just sayin.

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(text)

[perseverar]

I am on my way to Eos Tower now. I should be there in about fifteen minutes.

Have you been able to fix the virus yet?

(text)

[bepsitwist]

Do you know what my shirt is made out of? Boyfriend material.

[bepsitwist]

[In otherwords, no, it's not fixed yet.]

I hate this fucking garbage, why the fuck am I doing this for a career again.

[perseverar]

Not yet then. It isn't as if the messages are causing an immense amount of harm so you may take your time.

That message was actually rather cute.

[bepsitwist]

What did it say now.

[perseverar]

That your shirt is made of boyfriend material. Though I would debate that all of you is made that way.

[bepsitwist]

That's somethin of a pick up line when you redirect it back at me, damnit Kin-chan!

[perseverar]

Is it? I actually had no idea. I'm afraid I'm not very good at this sort of thing.

I thought someone was talking to me about basketball but they were actually flirting with me.

[bepsitwist]

How the fuck can you be this pure.

[bepsitwist]

Can I follow you home? I was always told to follow my dreams.

[perseverar]

[Welp, no time to reply to that curious text because another one follows along very soon and Kinjou can't help but really like this strange palm reader virus. Unless it's Arakita actually sending that to him this time. He sort of hopes it's him.]

If you would like to help me learn, you can continue flirting with me. Though it makes it difficult to ride quickly while I am talking to you so we should save it for another time.

[bepsitwist]

I can flirt with you better when you're here.

[perseverar]

You're welcome to do so when I arrive. Just give me a few more minutes and I'll be there soon.

[bepsitwist]

I'm probably just gonna kiss you..

[perseverar]

Only a kiss?

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Are you a burger, because you can be the meat between my buns.

[bepsitwist]

[Give him a minute he's actually laughing a lot about this one. Kinjou clearly didn't write it, but. It's cute.]

Well I did say I was doin you tonight.

[perseverar]

[...what did his palm reader just send.

Nevermind, he doesn't want to know. Arakita's response tells him enough.

Five minutes later:]

I'm in the communications room.

[bepsitwist]

[At least when he gets that message, Arakita is somewhat prepared. Sitting up from the couch and abandoning his reader at the coffee table in the living room, he outright jogs to the communications door and opens it with a cheeky grin, pink coloring his ears but -]

That last one was askin me if I was a burger, cause I can be the meat between your buns, Kin-chan.

[The response is absolutely, but he knows Kinjou definitely didn't write that one himself. Maybe these aren't so shitty after all, when he gets it from the right number.]

Ne, you look cold. Want me to be your blanket?

[perseverar]

[That was pretty fast... though Kinjou just gives a look of confusion as he hears about what the palm reader sent this time. A burger? Meat and buns...? The next one makes even less sense. It's actually rather warm outside.]

I don't feel cold-- [But then it clicks, and Kinjou's face warms up a tad at his continued inability to catch on to these pick-up lines. He really isn't very good at this whole flirting thing, just like that person he spoke to said. It's not his fault he's taking them so literally. He's not use to innuendo!! So Kinjou just outstretches his arms.

Come here, blanket.]

[bepsitwist]

[Arakita still grins even as Kinjou looks confused, because when it clicks, it's fucking cute. Laughing when he opens his arms, Arakita easily dips in and slips his arms around him to tug him in close and kiss his cheek, breathing in deep through his nose in the usual routine - he can smell that he's flustered, a little embarrassed, but he still smells as he always does. Calm, like security, safety, a place to indulge in. A hint of cinnamon, of some spice.

Tipping his head to press his nose right in against Kinjou's neck, peppering softer kisses behind his ear and down his neck, Arakita breathes in as deep as he can with a pleased exhale and hum.]

[perseverar]

[Kinjou's embarrassment eases down a little as Arakita embraces him and immediately dips into his neck to seek out his scent. His own arms wrap around his shoulders, hug him closer and he just keeps himself still so Arakita can do as he'd like with the two of them so close. He always likes to stay silent and let Arakita just sort of bask in him, like a cat seated on a windowsill just soaking up the sun's warmth. Though he still has a question lingering in his mind that he'd like answered.]

I still don't understand the one about the burger.

[He's a little afraid to figure it out too, but hey, he said he wanted Arakita to help him learn how to flirt.]

[bepsitwist]

My dick's the meat, your ass is the buns.

[Lifting his head slowly and chuckling the words out, letting his hands drift lower and lower until he's playfully copping a feel with both palms sliding against Kinjou's ass, Arakita tugs him as he steps backwards. Just enough to get out of the communications room, so he can pull the door shut and lock it so they're significantly alone.]

[perseverar]

[It clicks in a split second, and Arakita should be able to feel it in the air around Kinjou as his face burns up with an almost horrified-looking embarrassment. He had no idea it was anything like that, and it makes completely sense that Arakita had replied the way he did. His fingers curl into the back of his shirt between his shoulder blades, shoulders jumping as those hands wander down to his rear and a shaky, slow reply leaves him.]

It's..... not, wrong... [Even though his mind is still thinking about it in technical matters. Burger meat is flat, Arakita's dick... isn't. (Wouldn't it be more like a hot dog?) But it's easy enough to take his thoughts away from over-analyzing dirty talk with Arakita's hands on his ass and that click of the lock as the door closes behind them, signalizing they're finally inside the apartment. They're alone, he's here with Arakita. Arakita is taking the lead today.

His heart is beating so frantically in his chest but he isn't a single bit nervous, he's excited. The last time anyone fucked him was with Mukuro and that was at least two months ago. Kinjou only ever finds himself on the other end when he's with him, so doing this with another person, letting Arakita have him this way is making him remember everything about how good it feels and he can already feel himself growing hard.]

[bepsitwist]

It's not, though it's more like a hot dog, aa?

[He was hilariously thinking the same way, even when he leans back and gives Kinjou a bright look with his eyebrows wiggling playfully - he's so used to either way that it isn't too much of a change to decide just how to go about this. He may not know if Kinjou's ever taken it before, but he wants to make it good for the many times they've done it now; he wants it as good as he's been given, he wants to see Kinjou enjoy it as much as Arakita has.

Leaning in again to kiss him lightly, tugging with another squeeze to his ass, Arakita slips his hands away and takes one of Kinjou's, leading him properly over to the hallway and the bedroom - he cleaned his room. The bed is straightened up, the sheets look like they were changed this morning, lube is already sitting out to get used. He prepared, he wanted to make a nice impression that Kinjou wanting to do this means something more to him than getting laid.

It's a level of trust, taking a dick in the ass. He, personally, has a hard time giving just anyone his ass.]