[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.
[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.]
[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.
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[Oh god Arakita stop. Kinjou almost chokes on nothing then coughs into his free hand as he's lead to the bedroom, face still a deep red though now it's more of a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, especially as the bed comes into view and he can see a bottle of lube just laid out in wait. Arakita is definitely ready and very eager.]
I think, I would prefer not bringing up food anymore.
Yeah, I'd rather just straight up say I'm gonna fuck you good.
[No, that needs correcting. Turning and lifting that hand he's got in his own and kissing Kinjou's palm, Arakita meets his eye then and murmurs, pink coloring his ears, but he rephrases what he just said because - yeah. It's not just fucking.]
I'm gonna make you feel good, Kin-chan. [He can't say lovemaking, it's too fucking embarrassing, and he's not sure he'd do well enough to smother him in the pure attention before he got impatient. But he'll kiss him, he'll make sure he's comfortable, he'll make sure he feels so wanted before he ruins his ass.]
[A hot spark of pleasure shoots right through him as Kinjou bites his lip and swallows down an almost needy noise.]
A-Arakita, you-- there's no need, to tell me. [Because those words are enough to make his pulse race and his cock begin to strain in his pants. It makes him want Arakita to undress him right now, take him to bed, touch him all over and fuck him the way he imagines it'll be. Rough and wild and amazing. Arakita always has such a ferocity to him when they have sex. He can't at all expect that to be any different now that he's being given free reign to use him as he pleases.
But what if it's even more than that? Kinjou's so turned on and they haven't even done anything. He feels so filthy for being so impatient and willing but he wants it, he wants it right now and he really doesn't want to wait any longer.]
[He can smell just what his words are doing to him, and he can't help the sweeter grin, breathing in deep through his nose - he almost wants to tell him, that he can smell that change, but he decides to just show it instead. Tipping Kinjou's hand and kissing his palm and wrist and taking his time up his arm, Arakita reaches with his other hand to start fussing with whatever Kinjou was wearing and tug on it, pushing at his shirt and pulling it upwards.
It needs to go. He wants to strip them both down before they hit the bed, but it's so satisfying to pry it off him himself for a change.]
[While Kinjou enjoys it when Arakita rushes with desperation, this slow and almost tender pace is just as nice. Feeling those lips trail over his arm, that hand tugging at his shirt but not quite pulling it up, Kinjou can tell that Arakita really does want to take his time with him for a moment. It's relentlessly teasing, but Kinjou appreciates it so much, because he knows it means Arakita really wants him to feel good with everything left to his own devices this time around. He could very well just shove him onto the bed and yank his clothes off but he's not doing that at all.
This is... romantic, really. Even though he'd been so blunt with his words earlier. To think that so long ago Arakita couldn't even fathom wanting to kiss him. And yet now they're dating.
Kinjou reaches out to grasp Arakita's chin in his fingers and pull him up, dipping his head in and whispering before he takes his mouth in a kiss.]
[He'll always know that saying his name is a great way to rile him up, Arakita wonders if he should ever tell Kinjou just how much that voice of his whispering his name sends a spark straight to his gut. Purring, returning that kiss with a fire that kickstarted so quickly, Arakita was gentle about setting Kinjou's hand over his shoulder - but then he had both of his own hands free and he was less sweet about catching the front of his shirt and ripping it open down the buttons. Kinjou should learn now to wear button downs when he plans to come over anymore, Arakita's going to like making a mess with opening them from now on.
Pushing the shirt off his shoulders and dragging his hands up his chest all the way to his shoulders and back down, purposely dragging his thumbs over already hardnened nipples, Arakita pinches them briefly on his way down to hooking his fingers into the front of Kinjou's pants and works at undoing them.]
[Whether he does it intentionally or not, Arakita will never know, but Kinjou's not at all surprised to feel him press in harder as he kisses him, his hands pulling at his shirt and-- did he just. Rip his shirt...?
He ripped his shirt. Kinjou lets out a surprised noise but doesn't stop, doesn't say anything and simply lets Arakita removing the now tattered clothing as those buttons fall to the floor. The hands wandering over his chest, laying teasing touches over his hot skin and twisting at his nipples releases a muffled gasp. But the second Arakita's hands go to his pants he knows he needs to say something.
Kinjou takes Arakita's face in his hands, pulls him away and grumbles breathlessly.]
Do not ever do that again. [He'll let it go just this once, but damn it Arakita, how is he supposed to explain coming back home with a completely different shirt??] And do not rip the pants.
There's this thing called a "boyfriend shirt", Kin-chan. Though I guess my stuff probably wouldn't fit you as well as your stuff would fit me, hmm..
[He has no shame in ruining that shirt, he can fix it well enough if he gathers up the buttons, right? Arakita purrs from where Kinjou has his face in his hands, batting his eyes and he gives his pants another tug - but he doesn't ruin them. They look too good, they're made too well to really rip into. Undoing the button, hurriedly yanking at the belt and pulling the zipper down, Arakita slips one hand in - and grins. Oh. He's already half hard.]
Kin-chan, you seem pretty excited for this. [He'll just turn his hand and palm him in his underwear, fondling him with that little bit of fabric in the way.]
Is that related to the "boyfriend material" that you had mentioned before?
[Because he doesn't know what a boyfriend shirt is at all. A shirt you wear for your boyfriend...? That was just a regular shirt. Arakita, stop teaching him things, this isn't time for learning. Just hurry up and get him naked. Kinjou pulls him in for another quick kiss, hands releasing him and weaving into his hair, fingers curling in tight as Arakita shoves his hand down his pants and proceeds to touch his clothed half-erection. He nips at his lips as he gives a roll of his hips, letting go of his hair with one of his hands so he can reach down and try to pull that grip up and out of there so Arakita can actually finish undressing him.]
I would be more excited if you weren't distracting me so often.
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on 2016-08-14 05:58 am (UTC)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.
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on 2016-08-14 06:23 am (UTC)Well I did say I was doin you tonight.
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on 2016-08-14 06:35 am (UTC)Nevermind, he doesn't want to know. Arakita's response tells him enough.
Five minutes later:]
I'm in the communications room.
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on 2016-08-14 06:11 pm (UTC)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?
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on 2016-08-14 09:14 pm (UTC)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.]
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on 2016-08-14 10:01 pm (UTC)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.]
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on 2016-08-14 10:25 pm (UTC)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.]
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on 2016-08-14 10:36 pm (UTC)[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.]
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on 2016-08-14 11:21 pm (UTC)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.]
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on 2016-08-14 11:27 pm (UTC)[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.]
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on 2016-08-14 11:41 pm (UTC)I think, I would prefer not bringing up food anymore.
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on 2016-08-14 11:49 pm (UTC)[No, that needs correcting. Turning and lifting that hand he's got in his own and kissing Kinjou's palm, Arakita meets his eye then and murmurs, pink coloring his ears, but he rephrases what he just said because - yeah. It's not just fucking.]
I'm gonna make you feel good, Kin-chan. [He can't say lovemaking, it's too fucking embarrassing, and he's not sure he'd do well enough to smother him in the pure attention before he got impatient. But he'll kiss him, he'll make sure he's comfortable, he'll make sure he feels so wanted before he ruins his ass.]
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on 2016-08-15 12:08 am (UTC)A-Arakita, you-- there's no need, to tell me. [Because those words are enough to make his pulse race and his cock begin to strain in his pants. It makes him want Arakita to undress him right now, take him to bed, touch him all over and fuck him the way he imagines it'll be. Rough and wild and amazing. Arakita always has such a ferocity to him when they have sex. He can't at all expect that to be any different now that he's being given free reign to use him as he pleases.
But what if it's even more than that? Kinjou's so turned on and they haven't even done anything. He feels so filthy for being so impatient and willing but he wants it, he wants it right now and he really doesn't want to wait any longer.]
I know you will. So, we can start now.
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on 2016-08-15 12:43 am (UTC)It needs to go. He wants to strip them both down before they hit the bed, but it's so satisfying to pry it off him himself for a change.]
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on 2016-08-15 01:15 am (UTC)This is... romantic, really. Even though he'd been so blunt with his words earlier. To think that so long ago Arakita couldn't even fathom wanting to kiss him. And yet now they're dating.
Kinjou reaches out to grasp Arakita's chin in his fingers and pull him up, dipping his head in and whispering before he takes his mouth in a kiss.]
Yasutomo. Undress me.
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on 2016-08-15 01:38 am (UTC)Pushing the shirt off his shoulders and dragging his hands up his chest all the way to his shoulders and back down, purposely dragging his thumbs over already hardnened nipples, Arakita pinches them briefly on his way down to hooking his fingers into the front of Kinjou's pants and works at undoing them.]
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on 2016-08-15 02:21 am (UTC)He ripped his shirt. Kinjou lets out a surprised noise but doesn't stop, doesn't say anything and simply lets Arakita removing the now tattered clothing as those buttons fall to the floor. The hands wandering over his chest, laying teasing touches over his hot skin and twisting at his nipples releases a muffled gasp. But the second Arakita's hands go to his pants he knows he needs to say something.
Kinjou takes Arakita's face in his hands, pulls him away and grumbles breathlessly.]
Do not ever do that again. [He'll let it go just this once, but damn it Arakita, how is he supposed to explain coming back home with a completely different shirt??] And do not rip the pants.
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on 2016-08-15 02:38 am (UTC)[He has no shame in ruining that shirt, he can fix it well enough if he gathers up the buttons, right? Arakita purrs from where Kinjou has his face in his hands, batting his eyes and he gives his pants another tug - but he doesn't ruin them. They look too good, they're made too well to really rip into. Undoing the button, hurriedly yanking at the belt and pulling the zipper down, Arakita slips one hand in - and grins. Oh. He's already half hard.]
Kin-chan, you seem pretty excited for this. [He'll just turn his hand and palm him in his underwear, fondling him with that little bit of fabric in the way.]
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on 2016-08-15 03:11 am (UTC)[Because he doesn't know what a boyfriend shirt is at all. A shirt you wear for your boyfriend...? That was just a regular shirt. Arakita, stop teaching him things, this isn't time for learning. Just hurry up and get him naked. Kinjou pulls him in for another quick kiss, hands releasing him and weaving into his hair, fingers curling in tight as Arakita shoves his hand down his pants and proceeds to touch his clothed half-erection. He nips at his lips as he gives a roll of his hips, letting go of his hair with one of his hands so he can reach down and try to pull that grip up and out of there so Arakita can actually finish undressing him.]
I would be more excited if you weren't distracting me so often.
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