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There's a silvery little houseplant on the narrow windowsill, a maple bonsai and a vase of snowdrops and purple statice on the dresser, a teddy bear wearing a black kimono on the quilt, and an empty food dish next to the bathroom door.

"Come in," Hanatarou says, with pleasant formality.

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[leavemea_lone]

"m-" Hey, one minute there had been kissing and now there wasn't. :< This must be rectified now! (haha, rectified.)

Geez, it sure is cute in here. "Huh. Looks so...clean." Isamu felt like he should take off his shoes, which was hard to do standing up, but he managed. "Did somebody drug you or something?"

[handle_gently]

Don't be crass, Isamu. B<

"...No? I always keep my room clean. I don't think there's a drug that does that, anyway. Well, there are some stimulants that cause certain people to feel restless enough that they do things like clean up, but it would be ridiculous to administer it hoping that would happen."

[leavemea_lone]

"..." What does a guy say to something like that =A= "Uh, yeah, you're right."

...Awkward pausing!

[handle_gently]

"What a strange thing to ask," Hanatarou murmurs as he takes Isamu's hand and pulls in a vaguely down/backward direction.

[leavemea_lone]

"Mm." Isamu filed away the thought of giving Hanatarou something to wear for another day. "What'd you want me to do?"

[handle_gently]

"... It's kind of weird..." He may be relaxed! enough to ask for something like this in the first place, but there's no amount of relaxation! that would make him not totally blush.

[leavemea_lone]

D: Oh god does it involve the bonsai

"What? Just tell me already." Call you daddy?!

[handle_gently]

Nope, but it involves the vase. And the teddy bear.

"Would you... like..." Eye contact is gone!

Oh wait it's back. "Hold me down?"

[handle_gently]

His movements stilled, his breath deepened, and his body relaxed slightly; for now, he'd plateaued, but going over the top was definitely on the horizon. Uh, to mix a metaphor or two.

"Ah," he breathed, arching his back and tightening his muscles as Isamu pressed in deep. "That's good," he whispered. The strange texture of the skin-faces against his thigh was just familiar enough to be pleasant.

[leavemea_lone]

Isamu turned his head and kissed Hanatarou's skin - tasting sweat, and breathing in his scent. Isamu liked it, whatever it was that gave Hanatarou his own uniqueness.

It wasn't easy to decide to let go of Hanatarou's wrists, but he figured the 'holding down' promise had been taken care of. He wanted to feel Hanatarou when he came. Isamu wrapped his hand around the girth of Hanatarou's hardness, and luxuriously stroked it from base to tip. He thumbed the slit with increasing pressure, stopping when he completed a slow thrust once more.

"You make ... me want to..." he panted, but his words dissolved into moans.

[handle_gently]

"Mmm-- hhah--" Hanatarou sighed; his arms fell askew where they were when released, and were motionless except for his fingers curling up and pushing into his palms.

His cry, when he shivered and came, started out throaty and became almost whining before it trailed off. It was not too loud.

[leavemea_lone]

The white mess spilled over his fingers, and Isamu released his hold. He smirked, and ran his tongue over the body-warm semen. "I'm good to you, aren't I."

The same peaceful pace of thrusting brought Isamu to his end. His eyes stayed on Hanatarou's face until the throes of orgasm forced them closed. He pressed his face against Hanatarou's skin, making high-pitched cries quick and close together.

Isamu could feel his come squish inside Hanatarou as he fucked him lazily a few more times before crawling on top of him. Isamu snuggled up and nosed Hanatarou's throat with a satisfied smile on his face.