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[ 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. ]

No, that's... It's not anything like that, [ Sam assures him, though his own voice remains quieted as he peeks up with cheeks dusted a light pink. The marks do stand out now by comparison, and when he looks down he can't help but feel a pang of guilt--and he's not sure why.

He takes one hand away from Mikado's front to instead very lightly brush the pads of his fingers over one mark tentatively. ]

...Do they hurt?

No. Jonathan magic-healed me right up.

[ Mikado traces his finger down over Sam's jaw, then drops the hand down to rest on his shoulder, resisting any urge to play with his neck. ]

I just wanted to be sure you were okay with them.

[ He gives a little gentle squeeze to Sam's cock, then laughs gently. ]

You still want me?

[ There's a mischief dancing in his eyes that doesn't fit with the more serious issue of the scars, that says he doesn't want to take them too seriously, take himself too seriously, in the moment. ]

[ It's a very odd combination for the teen to process, face flaring up at the squeeze and laugh as his cock jumps a little in response. Which of course is embarrassing and has him squirming, stubbornly pulling at the other's pants in response. ]

I...I always want you okay??? [ He blurts it out like he's admitting some great secret. ] Scar or not! I l...I like you.

[ He just had to make it about feelings, didn't he? Mikado tries his best to keep the playful smile on, despite the way his heart sinks at those words. He knows it, they both know it, the like each other. But if it's going to come up all the time, this whole situation is going to be pretty painful. He hadn't meant to bring that up, call it into question, anything. He'd been asking about the physical, nothing more.

Apparently, it doesn't work that way for Sam in the same way it can for Mikado. He leans in to kiss Sam again, as sweetly as he can manage, channeling the frustration into affection instead, for Sam's sake.

He tugs their hips together closer again, then helps Sam with getting his pants open, even as he kisses him, suddenly thinking of something he wants them to try. ]

Mmh... [ He'll find the younger melting into him easily then, wanting and willing and all but squirming when he feels the other press up into him like that and bring their hips together. Sam can't help but rock his hips down against him following that motion, pressing closer against him with a small sound. ]

[ Okay, crisis averted. They don't have to talk about feelings right this second. It's fine. It's going to be absolutely fine.

Mikado tells himself that despite the sick feeling in his stomach at how very easily Sam melts into him again, how easily his friend just accepts that Mikado can't respond to those kinds of confessions properly.

He's going to fuck this up, he knows it. But apparently not right this second, because right this second Sam is in his arms - even though he admitted to being a gangster! - and Mikado himself is fumbling with Sam's dick with one hand and his own with the other trying to do... something or other. What was he doing again?

Right, this... he's tries to press their cocks together, which is kind of difficult because he's trying to get Sam's hand out of the way, and his own to stop fumbling, and himself to do anything but think about feelings. ]

[ Best of luck, Mikado. Sam is all about feelings and probably won't be much help with that at all in any sort of situation let alone this one. Even with the fumbling distracting him and the mess of handiwork going on Sam finds enough in it to enjoy himself, although he does pull back a bit to pant for breath after a moment and look down, wondering if there's some way he can better coordinate himself here.

He's not really sure what Mikado's trying to do. ]

...?

[ Of course, that just makes Mikado more awkward. He'd decided to try this kind of thing instead of fucking Sam because it's easier, requires less preparation, is a little less intensely intimate. But now that he's sitting there with Sam looking down between them like this, he's not really sure what he's doing either. ]

It's... uh... like jerking off, except together, and it's... um, the friction if you rub against each other is...

[ He tries to show Sam what he means by rubbing against him a little, but neither of them are really dripping enough precum and he hasn't put any lube on, so it's just a little raw. ]

It's... better with lube...

O-oh....um. I have some if you want... [ He always keeps it nearby and on hand thanks to Dio's frequent 'kidnappings' of his free time. He's been caught unprepared too many times not to carry both that, and tissues, around at all times. ]

It might help.

[ He lets go of his own cock, nicely stiff but not aching for release or anything, and gives Sam's another little gentle stroke before releasing him, in case he has to move a bit to get it. ]

If you'd rather... I mean we could do something else if you don't like this, but I figured we both probably do the other stuff more than anything...

It's not that I don't! I just. Um. Usually I just go right into the other stuff because that's what they wanna do... [ "They" being the other people he's slept with. ]

Let's try something different then. And if you want to do something else afterward, or you get bored of this, then we can do something else.

[ Mikado steals a kiss, a quick brush of his lips against Sam's cheek. ]

[ Which naturally brings colour to the area a moment after as he nods, moving off the other carefully so that he can stand. ]

...'Kay. I'll just go grab it quick. [ It's in his room now since he hadn't planned on going out, and it'll be a good excuse to strip down to his boxers and get rid of his jeans for the moment. He has a feeling that they're only going to get in the way for this. ]

We could just... move to your room too?

[ Not that he minded doing it here, but it seemed silly to do it in the central area of the house where someone could come in if Sam is getting up to get lube. Mikado pushes himself up as well, laughing sheepishly. ]

Well we could, but...um. I don't--really have a bed anymore. Aheh. [ Awwwkward. ]

I sorta accidentally...made it disappear.

[ Mikado blinks, standing there feeling awkward with his dick still hanging out of his pants, which are bunched down a little. He just stares at Sam for a second, and then... simply sits back down. Fine, they'll just have sex out here, that's fine. But... ]

... I asked you if you needed anything before I touched you...

I'd feel bad asking... I mean--a bed'd take a lot wouldn't it?? And I don't. Um. [ Hooooboy. This is another awkward admission to make. ]

I don't really...sleep there anymore. I share with Rayflo. [ Just not in a sexy way. Usually? Rayflo had jerked him off the one time when the darkness had spread everywhere, but nothing had happened since and they hadn't talked about it. ]

Oh.

[ Give him a second to figure out how he feels about that. It's kind of jealous-making, but really not his business considering what they've decided, and... he doesn't know about the relationship between Rayflo and Sam. The vampire hadn't seemed upset when Mikado mentioned Sam to him in a certain way, had even seemed supportive, but... ]

Well, if you don't need it, you don't need it. But if you ever think you need one just for when you bring people over or anything, you can let me know. Or if you want to put something other than a bed in there for other purposes.

[ He tilts his head back against the couch. ]

In the meantime, you should really get your cute butt back here, my lap is getting cold.

[ Teasing is so much easier than being honest about his concerns. ]

[ It's also a very effective means of distracting Sam from it too as his face warms up and he reflexively holds both hands over his rear, at least until he realizes what he's doing and stammers out; ]

I...I don't do that sort of stuff in my bed! [ But he apparently has no qualms about the couch, which is where he's now headed back to. ] I only ever used it for sleeping.

[ He's not that kind of girl, Mikado!! Honest. ]

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