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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. ]

[ Kissing is so very nice. But Mikado has something he wants to say, and so he kisses across from Sam's mouth to his ear, whispers against it softly. ]

I couldn't stop thinking about you. Even with everything that's happened, I keep thinking of that day in the alley... the other alley, the one that wasn't real, the way you stepped away from me just when things were getting there and I wanted you so badly then... I keep wanting you.

[ He presses a kiss against the shell of Sam's ear, then catches the lobe between his teeth, reaching out with his other hand to catch Sam's, push it downward. ]

Will you touch me too, Sam?

[ The shorter of the pair practically whines in the back of throat when Mikado's lips brush his ear and he hears the other's words, that admission that sends heat pooling straight to his gut.

He remembers that day now that Mikado brings it up, and vividly so. He can recall wanting the older teen just as badly but lacking the experience and exposure to sex and other intimates acts in the false world. He'd been embarrassed by his arousal, hesitant and uncertain about going 'too far.' It's probably the way he'd still be, if he hadn't been whisked off to the end of the world where the only means of survival involved that.

But hearing Mikado remembers too, that he hasn't stopped wanting him since despite everything that happens brings him back to that moment in his own head and how hot and hard he'd been; deja vu hits him again, but this time he doesn't mind one bit. He lets the brunet move his hand and even takes the initiative to shift his hips back just a little, so he has room to press his palm against the other's arousal through his pants.

He's no good at talking in these sorts of situations, but he can't help but want to try after hearing Mikado speak to him like that. ]

Mmn, [ he confirms the request first and then: ] I really...I...I wanted you a lot then too.

[ In that world too, he'd struggled between wanting Sam and not wanting to push Sam. Here, he's put Sam's hand where he wants it, but can't bring himself to insist on more. He lets up the pressure, leaves Sam to do as he will, hoping that he'll take a little more initiative. In the meantime, he goes from fondling to stroking Sam's cock, but it's a slow contemplative kind of movement, not any kind of rush to orgasm yet. ]

When I came here before, even when I came to talk to you about that, even knowing I had to be honest with you, I was wishing I could touch you then.

[ He can't seem to stop it, the urge to be honest, to confess his desires. He's still whispering against Sam's ear, very soft, very intimate. ]

My scars aren't going to gross you out, are they?

From...from before? [ He whispers back, nearly just as quiet as he thinks back to the moment he'd found Mikado with those cuts and the knife that had been given to him. He still has it, buried somewhere deep beneath his spare clothes that haven't disappeared at the bottom of a drawer. It makes him uncomfortable to have it in his possession given the stance of weapons he'd grown up around, but he's not sure what else to do with it.

And thinking about it now doesn't help when he feels the other's fingers wrapping around him and stroking slowly, face heating as he mirrors Mikado's earlier actions and works open the front of his pants, drawing him out into the air as he swallows. ]

Yeah.

[ Mikado shifts slightly, and wiggles his hips, trying to get his pants to come down a little further without having to pull at them himself. He's not wearing any underwear, and the scars on one of his hips come into view a little, just a row of little vertical lines, right over the hip bone.

He doesn't stop touching Sam, but he does back off from his ear, enough that he can look into his face instead. ]

I hope it's not too big a turn-off.

[ He slides his free hand up to cup Sam's face, very gently, stroking a finger against his cheek. It's almost an apology, really, and the way he slides his other hand downward over Sam's cock, plays fingers against his belly while cradling his erection, wanting to not overwhelm him with sexual touch and the question at once, but not wanting to break the contact either. ]

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