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You promise? [ His words are scarcely above a whisper, but it's the most strength he's managed to muster so far. Of course he knows Mikado there, it's impossible not to with the embrace they're sharing. But what he really means by it is if Mikado will stay that way: five minutes from now, ten minutes--a week, maybe even five, or even after that. Even if his powers do become a problem.

Because this is the sort of thing he doesn't do with just anyone. Everyone else in Between is older, seems so much more adjusted to how crazy things are. No one seems to miss their homes, or if they do they never talk about it. No one talks about feeling lonely or sad or homesick or what scares and frightens them. It feels like sometimes he's the only one that wakes up crying some nights, missing his family and clinging to Rayflo if the vampire's around. He's the only one who still can't get used to the idea of having sex to survive even after four months of it.

He just has to put on a brave face and try not to seem...childish. Young. Weak. But with Rayflo and Mikado, that need isn't present so much. It feels a little less like he has to try that much harder. That he can let go some of his burden and seek the comfort and support he craves in moments like these. ]

[ Mikado doesn't say anything for a second, because promises are a serious thing to him. Maybe it's because he's young too, or maybe it's because he does tell so many lies, of various kinds. Whatever it is, the whole reason he's hesitated with Sam is that he doesn't want to make promises he can't keep. ]

I promise.

[ He's decided. Not about all the other stuff, but being here for Sam doesn't have to be any specific thing. Just being here, and that he's sure of. ]

I'm not going to just stop caring about you or being here for you, no matter what happens.

[ The hand stroking Sam's hair moves down his back, rubbing at it with a slow steady pressure. ]

You don't have to worry about me disappearing.

[ It's everything he wants--needs--to hear and more right now. Mikado will find himself abruptly clung to all the more tightly for several seconds, but to Sam's credit he doesn't start crying again. He might shudder or sniff once or twice, but he manages to maintain his composure even as his face grows hot from emotion against the other's neck. ]

I like you. [ Sam whispers it out, but he knows Mikado will be able to hear it anyway. His hands ball into tiny fists in the other's shirt. ] I really, really like you.

[ It hurts. It hurts a lot. Because Sonohara-san is in this world now, and he still hasn't figured things out with her, and there are so many things he needs to deal with. But here's Sam, so easily talking about his feelings, despite everything. ]

I know. I like you too.

[ He tries to make the words sound less heavy than they are, and they come out very soft... but also a little sad. ]

We have plenty of time.

[ It's neither the place nor the time probably, but that's just the way Sam is: words come to mind and he blurts them out, nodding even though it feels like his heart is going a mile a minute. ]

I really like you...

[ He mumbles it one more time, this time his own voice embarrassed and small, his face steadily darkening. Especially when Mikado returns his words despite the tone that comes with them. ]

Can you look up at me?

[ Mikado asks the question gently, and rubs at the back of Sam's neck as he speaks. ]

[ It sends nervous goosebumps down his spine simply because Mikado is touching that area again. But he does manage to nod all the same, swallowing as he very slowly shifts backward and lifts his head, face a fine cherry hue.

It'll take some effort to actually lift his gaze to Mikado's face, but when he manages it he can feel his heart starting to race all over again. ]

Thank you.

[ Mikado's hand drifts off Sam's neck as soon as his friend looks up, to rest against his back instead.

Then he leans in and gently presses kisses against Sam's forehead, his cheeks, even the end of his nose. ]

[ He's going to make Sam burn up at this rate. That's what it feels like, as each of those sweet and tender kisses pepper his skin until he's certain not an inch of him isn't radiating warmth. By now it feels like his heart's hammering away loudly inside his chest uncontrollably, because all he wants to do is tilt his lips a little, chase those soft lips--and plant his own right on top of them. ]

[ Sorry Sam, if you want that, you'll have to do it yourself. Mikado is just trying to convey his affection any way he can think, without pushing things in a certain direction. As a result, his kisses are aimless, soft, gentle... and everywhere but Sam's mouth.

He even skips right over it and plants one on his chin. ]

[ Well, if it's up to him then he's going for it. Mikado skipping his lips for his chin is the final straw of his self-restraint. He wants to feels those lips on his so bad...so when the brunet next pulls away Sam chases him, hastily catchign the other's mouth in a too-eager kiss. ]

[ For a second, Mikado's lips press together tightly at the contact, mostly because he's trying to hold back a sudden laugh. He hadn't really been intending to tease so much as be affectionate in a relatively chaste manner, but the eagerness with which Sam kisses him is adorable as well as flattering.

He shifts his grip on Sam carefully, trying to support him without hitting his weirdness about his neck, which leads to having one hand on the back of his head and the other between his shoulder blades.

Then he parts his lips to the kiss, happily. ]

[ He couldn't help it. Mikado's right there, and after everything and all the trouble he's caused...

When the other's lips part Sam leans in further and actually tries to lead a little and take the initiative, sliding his tongue along the other's lower lip to test the waters before he tries pressing it against Mikado's. Usually he's on the receiving end of this act, or at least following along; but if Mikado will let him then, well. ]

[ Mikado has no problem letting Sam take the lead in the kiss. Sam isn't, after all, one of the people that Mikado has to do some kind of power play with; he's Sam. So Mikado relaxes into the kiss and lets the tongue in, moves his own very gently against it, making it clear he's not trying to take over.

His hand pets over the back of Sam's head a little again too, in a move that will hopefully come off encouraging rather than condescending. ]

[ It's true he lacks the competitiveness and need for dominance that many people in Between have. Sam's constantly being strung around by those types, always struggling to find his footing and match up to them. Being able to actually lead to some degree without challenge or ridicule is kind of...nice. Especially so since it's Mikado.

Sam will become increasingly confident in small increments, though he stills takes the receptive sort of role to tilt his head for a better angle. ]

[ Mikado remains completely receptive, though that issue of being the one to fix the angle hasn't occurred to him at all, one way or the other. He's not sure he's really good at kissing this way, as much as he likes it. It seems to take more reminding himself of what he's doing, being careful of reacting without pushing, and his cheeks heat a little with self-consciousness in a way they wouldn't with almost any other partner.

He finds himself shifting slightly, moving his legs under him to be more stable as if that will help somehow. ]

[ In response Sam will shift a bit too, but more so that he can press closer and rise up on his knees a little. And of course following that he allows himself to become a little more enthused about the kiss, deepening it and turning his grip from one of desperation to more of a wanton sort of embrace, holding the other close as he pants softly through his nose. ]

[ This is so not what he intended, at all. Not what he expected coming here, even with his flippant comment about touching. He doesn't protest the kiss being deepened, and tries his best to keep up with breathing and kissing and not being overwhelmed by the nearness of Sam, by the desperation he himself feels that he's trying to hold back.

It's not about sex, that desperation, but it's easy enough for it to be channeled that way too, for him to let all the nervousness and confusion he's been feeling about well, feelings, as desire. He's letting Sam have his moment though, he reminds himself, Sam is the one who needs comforting and taking care of, and...

And Mikado pushes forward into the kiss more aggressively, suddenly. ]

Mmn...! [ The sound Sam makes in response is surprised yes, but in a delighted sort of way. His hands curl in the other's shirt as he surrenders immediately, barely even putting up a fight; not when it comes from Mikado. If it were Dio or Izaya maybe, but not his Angel. And especially not when he'd wanted some sort of confirmation and validation that Mikado wanted it as much as him.

This just makes his body flush with relief and want, holding as close as the older teen will let him. ]

[ Sam is so amazingly responsive that Mikado can't help but be charmed by him. While he likes letting Sam lead sometimes - and there's a memory there, false memories there - the fact that he doesn't question or mock Mikado taking control is a pretty nice thing. even though they're in the middle of the living room still and other people live here and there's a lot of unsettled stuff between them, getting closer is all Mikado is thinking of.

Well, almost all. ]

You're better now, right? Not hurt, not... sore?

[ He breaks the kiss to mutter it against Sam's lips, moving just far enough that the boy can hopefully respond. ]

No, I'm...I'm fine, [ Sam breathes against his lips, words more heated than he means them to be, but unable to help it given the suggestion Mikado's carry. Rayflo's fast asleep; it's daytime. And it's a fair distance from here to where his room is located, door undoubtedly closed... That should be enough right?

Although even if it isn't the prospect of being able to be right here with Mikado, right now, is far too much for him to worry over the rest. He just wants to get lost in another of those fervent kisses. ]

Okay. Just tell me if it's not okay.

[ He can't seem to stop saying that to Sam, double-checking with him, making sure. He does care about his other partners, sometimes, some of them, but this level of constant awareness has been mostly with Sam from the beginning. He'd put it down to age at first, but now it was starting to feel like something else.

Mikado went right back to kissing, despite the words, because it seemed to be what they both wanted. Well, kissing and tugging at Sam's hips to align him a little more solidly in Mikado's lap. Despite having asked if he was sore, Mikado isn't really thinking about fucking right now, just being close, but it's better to know at least. When he starts to touch Sam more, it's still relatively soothing gestures, hands sliding up his shirt and then petting back down over his sides, rubbing at his back, caressing everywhere. ]

[ It doesn't need to be anything in particular. All Sam wants is to be with him, to be able to touch and hold onto him and do everything that he'd always wanted to...before? No, that wasn't right. He hadn't stayed awake at night thinking about what it would be like to do more than kiss or embrace one another. Those memories were the false ones.

But he had stayed awake before, thinking about what it had been like to be with Mikado, and the strange juxtaposition of those two instances together make his heart throb and swell with a twist of emotion he doesn't know how to handle, other than to press his lips back against Mikado's with a want and need he's very rarely ever expressed.

He isn't at all opposed to having his hips adjusted, nor fitting them snuggly against the older teen himself afterwards. It just means that they're closer, that like this he can feel the warmth of the older boy and know that he's here. Despite everything Sam can do, everything that's become awkward between the, Mikado is still here with him. He's not sure he's ever been so glad for something so simple.

The next sound he makes is almost a whine, but it's not out of wantonness or neediness; it's nothing but adoration for the other, filled to the brim with emotion as he loops his arms around the other's shoulders and leans his chest against him. ]

Edited 2015-11-25 06:24 (UTC)

[ If it were just about his feelings, Mikado could caress and kiss Sam all day. In fact, he does take a little bit of time to do that, drawing out each kiss until he's nearly out of breath, rubbing his hands over Sam's belly, chest, back, arms... just like he's trying to caress every part of him. He avoids the neck, now, but everywhere else is fair game and...

Well, he's a teenage boy, after all, and he hasn't been able to be with Sam since that makeout session in the illusion that was cut off. So however much he intends to just caress and kiss, there does come a point where he's hard against Sam, where the way he's squared their hips up makes it pretty clear, makes it easy to rock up into Sam as well. He opens his mouth to clarify things again, but he's out of breath, and after all, he's done it already.

There's no cheating with Sam - no magic-power-undressing - so he has to do it the right way, tugging open Sam's pants with fingers slightly-trembly, less smooth than other times. He's not moving to touch himself or even give himself some relief from being trapped in his pants, but instead gently fondling his friend's cock as he continues to give him little kisses, gentle light ones now that he's out of breath. ]

[ He's done it and then gone even further and Sam doesn't have a single complaint about the matter. If anything having the older teen press up against him from below like that only makes his own growing erection that much more noticeable when he feels the other's hands on him. As embarrassing as it is he goes from only half-hard to fully hard in record time with Mikado pressed against him from below and his hand wrapped around him in front.

It has him squeezing his thighs on either side of Mikado's hips and groaning quietly, head ducked just a little now that his mouth is free; and just like the older boy beneath him he uses this moment to pant softly until those kisses renew themselves and Sam winds up following each of them eagerly, rocking his hips a little. ]

there is no sexy here

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sob I don't have good icons for this

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