Team Present, prompt 2: I am an elite person.
Title: Just like that
Pairing/Group: Kame/Shige - KAT-TUN/NEWS
Rating: R
Warnings: blowjob ahead though not very graphic
Summary: And just like that, Kame and Shige get to spend some time together.
Notes: This is my first fic involving Shige so if I portrayed him completely the wrong way, forgive me! TT_TT
Just like that
a Kame x Shige story
When Kame gets home with aching limbs and the prospect of a nice long bath already luring him half to sleep, he finds Shige in his living room, reading a book. He doesn't even notice Kame's arrival until the door falls shut and he looks up from the pages he was so focused on, eyes widened behind his glasses, probably due to the interesting reading material more than the noise Kame unintentionally made. Kame takes a look at the cover. He doesn't know it.
“You're early,” is what Shige greets him with; Kame can't help but smile.
“You're one to talk,” he replies easily, dropping his bag on the floor beside him before he makes his way over to the couch, steps slow and languid, dripping with the fatigue that's finally catching up with him. He lets himself fall on the cool cushions and drags his head onto Shige's lap - he can both hear and feel Shige laugh, which is quickly followed by a gentle hand in Kame's hair. He closes his eyes.
“How was your day?” Shige's voice is soft, like his touch, and it makes it difficult for Kame to peel his mouth open and talk again. He does so anyway, because it's rare for them to get to be together at this time, and for once it's not entirely because of Kame's schedule. NEWS' second debut - or perhaps even third - has got its impact on Shige's life as well, though he's always managed to busy himself with something. Kame's not sure how he would've dealt with the entire situation, even though it wasn't that much different from the time Jin left.
He pushes those kind of thoughts out of his mind, they don't matter now, and lets out a deep sigh that seems to come from every corner of his body, leaving him to slump even further into the couch and Shige's lap.
“Fine. We drove a lot. Tiring.” As if on cue, he yawns. He rubs his eyes, blinks them open. He can't fall asleep now. “'t Was fun, though. Dancing was fun.”
“Mm,” Shige hums as Kame turns on his back and looks up at him. “I saw your PV the other day. There's a couple of cool moves in it.”
Kame smiles. He's got to tell Junno that tomorrow, he'll be pleased. It's also easier to pass on compliments to him than actually give his personal opinion. He's given basic encouragement on the set but not too much, considering it's Junno. He can get a bit... Yeah.
“What about you?” Kame asks into the silence. It's best if they keep talking. “Done anything interesting today?”
“Hm,” Shige hums thoughtfully, slumping a bit more in his seat. Kame's on the verge of falling off his lap but if he places his head higher he'll be on Shige's crotch. He likes to be a bit more subtle than that. “I got up at seven and had breakfast, thought about the wonders of life as I--”
“Shut up,” Kame says with a tired giggle, his hand attempting to slap Shige though he's not reaching him by far.
“Just the usual,” Shige then says, shrugging. “Promoting, like you. Well, not exactly like you.”
Yeah, Kame doesn't have to start from scratch again. He wouldn't like to either.
Shige lets out a soft sigh and begins scratching Kame behind his ear, like he's a dog. He must've been one in is previous life - it gives him goosebumps. The good kind.
“What about your book?” Kame asks after a while, feigning he forgot all about it for a moment. (He never does.) “It's turned into a manga too, right? Did you get the first volume already?”
He knows the answer to it, but he's not quite ready yet to let Shige know how he's keeping track of some of his activities. Though he has let him know, very thoroughly, how he feels about Shige's literature debut. And now his manga debut. Kind of. Kame's going to have a special occasion for that too. Maybe even tonight, if he's lucky. If Shige's up for it.
“Yeah, I got a few copies with me.”
When Shige doesn't continue Kame feels it's up to him. “Can I borrow one? Unless they're already--”
“You can have one,” Shige says with a smile, and his fingers sneak underneath the collar of Kame's shirt. They're warm.
“Thanks.”
Kame's already read the book. Now he's curious what the manga will be like. The characters will look a bit different than he imagined he's sure, but he wants to know. There's so much he wants to know.
He shuts his eyes again. He feels tired again, all of a sudden. Maybe it's his mind that's becoming just a little too crowded in a short amount of time, filling with thoughts he'd rather not have. He's not a negative person, doesn't look down on himself all that often, but with someone like Shige as his boyfriend... It gets to him, sometimes, how wonderful Shige is. In ways no one else he knows will ever be.
“You okay?” Shige asks. He sounds a bit concerned, so Kame makes sure to smile and nod reassuringly.
“Just tired,” he says, and turns his face to the left. He tries not to think how close Shige's crotch is to him now. How much closer he wants it to be still. Shige's entire hand has slipped inside his shirt now, and is stroking slowly across his chest, sometimes dips to his stomach and makes Kame want to get up in both meanings of the word.
He ignores the urge. He might even come to regret it the moment he actually moves and requires his muscles to co-operate. They may not feel like it, no matter how much other parts of Kame do, and it's nice the way it is right now anyway. Just lying on the couch, slouching, and having Shige touch him.
“You want to go to bed?”
Kame shakes his head. He turns onto his side, facing the back of the couch, and curls up a bit. It's more difficult for Shige to move his hand now, but that's alright, Kame's got it covered. Literally, as he places his hand on Shige's, his shirt the only thing between them. Not the best thing to do, as it only makes Kame want Shige more.
“Do you want help with that?”
Kame doesn't get the chance to open his eyes and frown at Shige when Shige's retreated his hand from beneath his shirt and is gently palming the hard-on he wasn't aware of through his jeans. Kame presses his eyes shut tighter and holds back a gasp, which he's not entirely sure he succeeds at, and the pressure on his dick increases.
“Let's go to bed,” Shige whispers into his ear. The sudden closeness makes Kame pull back in surprise until he's almost off the couch, but luckily Shige is there to catch him before he falls, and when Kame looks at him he's smiling, amused and with something that can't be anything but affection, and it's making Kame very eager to agree with his suggestion.
He nods because he thinks if he'd speak, he'd embarrass himself even more than he already did.
*
“Oh God,” Kame breathes out when Shige goes down on him, not wasting any time to set a fast, steady pace which he knows will get Kame off at an almost embarrassing speed. “I thought-- I thought we were going to have sex.”
Shige pulls off but keeps his hand on the base of Kame's cock, holds it firmly so Kame can't not feel it, and fixes him with a cheeky grin that he should really wear more often. He'd look even hotter if he hadn't taken off his glasses.
“We are going to have sex,” Shige says like he's promising it, “But this comes first. You come first.”
“I probably will,” Kame blurts out. He's aroused enough not to care about it, like he doesn't care about the way Shige's grin broadens. He still looks hot enough that if he'd just give a few pulls, Kame would come. He's clearly planning to do it differently, though it's going to end the same way no matter what he does.
Shige lowers his head again and resumes his blowjob, this time going for a slower rhythm but with more suction, which basically means Kame will still come as fast as before. It's easy to lose every last thought, good or bad, when Shige gets to the tip and grazes his teeth past it gently and proceeds to give the slit a long lick that makes Kame's thighs tremble. The few times he raises his hips he doesn't even need Shige to push them back down; they hurt, like most parts of his body, and don't get high before Kame realizes his mistake and lowers them himself.
It's only when he's seconds away from climaxing that he remembers Shige likes to have his hair gripped when he's performing blowjobs, and by the time Kame's got his hands where they belong he lets out a loud, warning gasp before he comes, a broken moan leaving his mouth after. His heart is racing, his skin sweaty, and he's got Shige crawling up to him and making him even more breathless than he already is with a kind but pressing kiss, his body covering Kame's completely.
“Why don't you look even a little bit tired,” Kame complains halfheartedly when they separate, bumping their noses together.
“You're one to talk,” Shige retorts with a sneaky little smile, which blooms into a grin when Kame pokes his arm.
“And then when I get home you're reading a book,” Kame continues, his tongue barely able to form the words, “Like some fancy... person.”
“I am a fancy person,” Shige says. He pecks Kame's cheek a few times, his lips. Kame's pretty sure he can taste the smile, or maybe that's just his post-orgasmic brain making him think he can. When Shige's answer catches up with him, Kame snorts.
“You're an elite person.”
“Fine, I am an elite person. Wait, what?”
Kame chuckles and puts his arms around Shige's shoulders, spreading his legs beneath his so it's easier to tangle them together, and kisses the tip of his nose. Shige looks delightfully surprised and flushed, though for reasons different than the blowjob he just gave. It's adorable. Shige seems to realize how obvious he's being and laughs, uncomfortably, his comforting weight slightly shaking on top of Kame's.
“Are you sure you know what that means?” he asks eventually, awkwardly. Kame moves his thigh so it brushes against Shige's hard-on and gets a tiny gasp in return. He grins up at Shige, satisfied.
“You're my elite, fancy man,” Kame teases, “Who reads difficult books while he's waiting for me to come home.”
“I don't read difficult books,” Shige argues immediately and gets interrupted right after as Kame rolls them over so he's on top, drawing a surprised 'oof' out of Shige. “And if anyone's elite it's you.”
Kame snorts again. He moves a hand to Shige's chest and slowly drags it down, where he's got his thigh gently pressed against Shige's balls. Shige's trying to pretend he doesn't feel it, but the quick breaths he draws in every few seconds are a clear giveaway.
“You have got to learn to trust my judgment,” Kame says with a tender smile. They've had similar discussions in the past and by now it's obvious Shige really does mean it when he says he's not by far as special as anyone, especially Kame. Sometimes Kame fears he puts Shige down just by doing his job, but the next time they meet they talk and joke and touch and kiss, and Shige is confident like he is now on TV and that's... that's really good. (A relief too, but Kame doesn't allow himself to think that way around Shige, afraid the man might read it on his face.)
“Do I now,” Shige breathes out with Kame's hand on his dick, pumping it patiently as if he doesn't know Shige's been hard for a little while. He does, which is the exact reason why he's going slow.
“You do,” he answers, voice soft, and plants a kiss on Shige's forehead. “I'm the one always looking at you after all. I see everything.”
There is a moment of silence that stretches out easily as Shige looks at Kame, the surprise on his face slow to evolve. It looks a bit odd with that blush he's still got, out of place. Kame refuses to still his hand working on him, no matter the complicated thought process he seems to be going through. He doesn't mind waiting; he still needs to recover from Shige's treatment himself.
In the end, a smile forms on Shige's face that makes him look particularly pleased and loved-- Oh.
Kame only now realizes how his own words betrayed him.
He ducks his head. “Shut up,” he murmurs, and to make sure Shige does he lets his grip on his dick get tighter and his pace speed up. He doesn't count Shige's gasp as talking. They don't speak for a bit, in which Kame is happy just looking Shige in the eyes and when his eyes close, looking at every expression that crosses his face. They're all good because Kame knows what he likes, just like Shige knows what Kame likes. Watching Shige is one of those things, but that's only a given. Anyone who doesn't like to watch Shige is an idiot - then again, that means less people Kame has to share him with.
“How do you wanna do this?” he asks eventually when he feels Shige is getting close. He only slows a little in case Shige's changed his mind and a handjob will do. Can't hurt to hope, though.
Shige opens his eyes with a considerable amount of effort and bites his lip. The sight has tingles coursing throughout Kame's body. He curls his toes for a moment.
“Like this is good,” Shige says, his voice a bit hoarse even though he wasn't quiet that long. “With you on top.”
“Exactly like this, or...”
Shige spreads his legs as much as he can manage, pressed beneath Kame. He smiles. Still hasn't let go of his lip. He really shouldn't be doing that, it makes Kame feel a little lightheaded. It's embarrassing such a simple thing has that effect on him; at least Shige doesn't know about it so Kame can ride on the feeling without having to worry about Shige's possible reaction. That's nice too.
“Okay,” he says with a laugh, his eyes focused on Shige's mouth. He bends down to kiss it, pry it open with his tongue. He shivers randomly.
They take their time to get things started for real. A bit of fumbling, teasing, a lot of childish giggling and even some puns that really belong in KAT-TUN's dressing room where Junno is. Their light touches eventually become heavier, more persistent, and their breath shortens.
When Kame gets himself to rolling off Shige to get the lube and condoms from the nightstand on the other side of the bed, Shige leaves soft strokes on his butt cheeks. He's on top of Shige again soon enough and they chuckle again, kiss some more until Kame's hands are on the back of Shige's thighs and gently lifting them up. While he's putting on the condom, lube within reach, Kame keeps repeating the same sentence to himself in his mind in order to calm down. He wants this to last long and he knows he won't have the energy to start over. He's going to make sure Shige will be thoroughly pleased, even if it takes him until morning to make that happen. It will be Kame's pleasure.
Poll Team Present Prompt 2
Pairing/Group: Kame/Shige - KAT-TUN/NEWS
Rating: R
Warnings: blowjob ahead though not very graphic
Summary: And just like that, Kame and Shige get to spend some time together.
Notes: This is my first fic involving Shige so if I portrayed him completely the wrong way, forgive me! TT_TT
Just like that
a Kame x Shige story
When Kame gets home with aching limbs and the prospect of a nice long bath already luring him half to sleep, he finds Shige in his living room, reading a book. He doesn't even notice Kame's arrival until the door falls shut and he looks up from the pages he was so focused on, eyes widened behind his glasses, probably due to the interesting reading material more than the noise Kame unintentionally made. Kame takes a look at the cover. He doesn't know it.
“You're early,” is what Shige greets him with; Kame can't help but smile.
“You're one to talk,” he replies easily, dropping his bag on the floor beside him before he makes his way over to the couch, steps slow and languid, dripping with the fatigue that's finally catching up with him. He lets himself fall on the cool cushions and drags his head onto Shige's lap - he can both hear and feel Shige laugh, which is quickly followed by a gentle hand in Kame's hair. He closes his eyes.
“How was your day?” Shige's voice is soft, like his touch, and it makes it difficult for Kame to peel his mouth open and talk again. He does so anyway, because it's rare for them to get to be together at this time, and for once it's not entirely because of Kame's schedule. NEWS' second debut - or perhaps even third - has got its impact on Shige's life as well, though he's always managed to busy himself with something. Kame's not sure how he would've dealt with the entire situation, even though it wasn't that much different from the time Jin left.
He pushes those kind of thoughts out of his mind, they don't matter now, and lets out a deep sigh that seems to come from every corner of his body, leaving him to slump even further into the couch and Shige's lap.
“Fine. We drove a lot. Tiring.” As if on cue, he yawns. He rubs his eyes, blinks them open. He can't fall asleep now. “'t Was fun, though. Dancing was fun.”
“Mm,” Shige hums as Kame turns on his back and looks up at him. “I saw your PV the other day. There's a couple of cool moves in it.”
Kame smiles. He's got to tell Junno that tomorrow, he'll be pleased. It's also easier to pass on compliments to him than actually give his personal opinion. He's given basic encouragement on the set but not too much, considering it's Junno. He can get a bit... Yeah.
“What about you?” Kame asks into the silence. It's best if they keep talking. “Done anything interesting today?”
“Hm,” Shige hums thoughtfully, slumping a bit more in his seat. Kame's on the verge of falling off his lap but if he places his head higher he'll be on Shige's crotch. He likes to be a bit more subtle than that. “I got up at seven and had breakfast, thought about the wonders of life as I--”
“Shut up,” Kame says with a tired giggle, his hand attempting to slap Shige though he's not reaching him by far.
“Just the usual,” Shige then says, shrugging. “Promoting, like you. Well, not exactly like you.”
Yeah, Kame doesn't have to start from scratch again. He wouldn't like to either.
Shige lets out a soft sigh and begins scratching Kame behind his ear, like he's a dog. He must've been one in is previous life - it gives him goosebumps. The good kind.
“What about your book?” Kame asks after a while, feigning he forgot all about it for a moment. (He never does.) “It's turned into a manga too, right? Did you get the first volume already?”
He knows the answer to it, but he's not quite ready yet to let Shige know how he's keeping track of some of his activities. Though he has let him know, very thoroughly, how he feels about Shige's literature debut. And now his manga debut. Kind of. Kame's going to have a special occasion for that too. Maybe even tonight, if he's lucky. If Shige's up for it.
“Yeah, I got a few copies with me.”
When Shige doesn't continue Kame feels it's up to him. “Can I borrow one? Unless they're already--”
“You can have one,” Shige says with a smile, and his fingers sneak underneath the collar of Kame's shirt. They're warm.
“Thanks.”
Kame's already read the book. Now he's curious what the manga will be like. The characters will look a bit different than he imagined he's sure, but he wants to know. There's so much he wants to know.
He shuts his eyes again. He feels tired again, all of a sudden. Maybe it's his mind that's becoming just a little too crowded in a short amount of time, filling with thoughts he'd rather not have. He's not a negative person, doesn't look down on himself all that often, but with someone like Shige as his boyfriend... It gets to him, sometimes, how wonderful Shige is. In ways no one else he knows will ever be.
“You okay?” Shige asks. He sounds a bit concerned, so Kame makes sure to smile and nod reassuringly.
“Just tired,” he says, and turns his face to the left. He tries not to think how close Shige's crotch is to him now. How much closer he wants it to be still. Shige's entire hand has slipped inside his shirt now, and is stroking slowly across his chest, sometimes dips to his stomach and makes Kame want to get up in both meanings of the word.
He ignores the urge. He might even come to regret it the moment he actually moves and requires his muscles to co-operate. They may not feel like it, no matter how much other parts of Kame do, and it's nice the way it is right now anyway. Just lying on the couch, slouching, and having Shige touch him.
“You want to go to bed?”
Kame shakes his head. He turns onto his side, facing the back of the couch, and curls up a bit. It's more difficult for Shige to move his hand now, but that's alright, Kame's got it covered. Literally, as he places his hand on Shige's, his shirt the only thing between them. Not the best thing to do, as it only makes Kame want Shige more.
“Do you want help with that?”
Kame doesn't get the chance to open his eyes and frown at Shige when Shige's retreated his hand from beneath his shirt and is gently palming the hard-on he wasn't aware of through his jeans. Kame presses his eyes shut tighter and holds back a gasp, which he's not entirely sure he succeeds at, and the pressure on his dick increases.
“Let's go to bed,” Shige whispers into his ear. The sudden closeness makes Kame pull back in surprise until he's almost off the couch, but luckily Shige is there to catch him before he falls, and when Kame looks at him he's smiling, amused and with something that can't be anything but affection, and it's making Kame very eager to agree with his suggestion.
He nods because he thinks if he'd speak, he'd embarrass himself even more than he already did.
*
“Oh God,” Kame breathes out when Shige goes down on him, not wasting any time to set a fast, steady pace which he knows will get Kame off at an almost embarrassing speed. “I thought-- I thought we were going to have sex.”
Shige pulls off but keeps his hand on the base of Kame's cock, holds it firmly so Kame can't not feel it, and fixes him with a cheeky grin that he should really wear more often. He'd look even hotter if he hadn't taken off his glasses.
“We are going to have sex,” Shige says like he's promising it, “But this comes first. You come first.”
“I probably will,” Kame blurts out. He's aroused enough not to care about it, like he doesn't care about the way Shige's grin broadens. He still looks hot enough that if he'd just give a few pulls, Kame would come. He's clearly planning to do it differently, though it's going to end the same way no matter what he does.
Shige lowers his head again and resumes his blowjob, this time going for a slower rhythm but with more suction, which basically means Kame will still come as fast as before. It's easy to lose every last thought, good or bad, when Shige gets to the tip and grazes his teeth past it gently and proceeds to give the slit a long lick that makes Kame's thighs tremble. The few times he raises his hips he doesn't even need Shige to push them back down; they hurt, like most parts of his body, and don't get high before Kame realizes his mistake and lowers them himself.
It's only when he's seconds away from climaxing that he remembers Shige likes to have his hair gripped when he's performing blowjobs, and by the time Kame's got his hands where they belong he lets out a loud, warning gasp before he comes, a broken moan leaving his mouth after. His heart is racing, his skin sweaty, and he's got Shige crawling up to him and making him even more breathless than he already is with a kind but pressing kiss, his body covering Kame's completely.
“Why don't you look even a little bit tired,” Kame complains halfheartedly when they separate, bumping their noses together.
“You're one to talk,” Shige retorts with a sneaky little smile, which blooms into a grin when Kame pokes his arm.
“And then when I get home you're reading a book,” Kame continues, his tongue barely able to form the words, “Like some fancy... person.”
“I am a fancy person,” Shige says. He pecks Kame's cheek a few times, his lips. Kame's pretty sure he can taste the smile, or maybe that's just his post-orgasmic brain making him think he can. When Shige's answer catches up with him, Kame snorts.
“You're an elite person.”
“Fine, I am an elite person. Wait, what?”
Kame chuckles and puts his arms around Shige's shoulders, spreading his legs beneath his so it's easier to tangle them together, and kisses the tip of his nose. Shige looks delightfully surprised and flushed, though for reasons different than the blowjob he just gave. It's adorable. Shige seems to realize how obvious he's being and laughs, uncomfortably, his comforting weight slightly shaking on top of Kame's.
“Are you sure you know what that means?” he asks eventually, awkwardly. Kame moves his thigh so it brushes against Shige's hard-on and gets a tiny gasp in return. He grins up at Shige, satisfied.
“You're my elite, fancy man,” Kame teases, “Who reads difficult books while he's waiting for me to come home.”
“I don't read difficult books,” Shige argues immediately and gets interrupted right after as Kame rolls them over so he's on top, drawing a surprised 'oof' out of Shige. “And if anyone's elite it's you.”
Kame snorts again. He moves a hand to Shige's chest and slowly drags it down, where he's got his thigh gently pressed against Shige's balls. Shige's trying to pretend he doesn't feel it, but the quick breaths he draws in every few seconds are a clear giveaway.
“You have got to learn to trust my judgment,” Kame says with a tender smile. They've had similar discussions in the past and by now it's obvious Shige really does mean it when he says he's not by far as special as anyone, especially Kame. Sometimes Kame fears he puts Shige down just by doing his job, but the next time they meet they talk and joke and touch and kiss, and Shige is confident like he is now on TV and that's... that's really good. (A relief too, but Kame doesn't allow himself to think that way around Shige, afraid the man might read it on his face.)
“Do I now,” Shige breathes out with Kame's hand on his dick, pumping it patiently as if he doesn't know Shige's been hard for a little while. He does, which is the exact reason why he's going slow.
“You do,” he answers, voice soft, and plants a kiss on Shige's forehead. “I'm the one always looking at you after all. I see everything.”
There is a moment of silence that stretches out easily as Shige looks at Kame, the surprise on his face slow to evolve. It looks a bit odd with that blush he's still got, out of place. Kame refuses to still his hand working on him, no matter the complicated thought process he seems to be going through. He doesn't mind waiting; he still needs to recover from Shige's treatment himself.
In the end, a smile forms on Shige's face that makes him look particularly pleased and loved-- Oh.
Kame only now realizes how his own words betrayed him.
He ducks his head. “Shut up,” he murmurs, and to make sure Shige does he lets his grip on his dick get tighter and his pace speed up. He doesn't count Shige's gasp as talking. They don't speak for a bit, in which Kame is happy just looking Shige in the eyes and when his eyes close, looking at every expression that crosses his face. They're all good because Kame knows what he likes, just like Shige knows what Kame likes. Watching Shige is one of those things, but that's only a given. Anyone who doesn't like to watch Shige is an idiot - then again, that means less people Kame has to share him with.
“How do you wanna do this?” he asks eventually when he feels Shige is getting close. He only slows a little in case Shige's changed his mind and a handjob will do. Can't hurt to hope, though.
Shige opens his eyes with a considerable amount of effort and bites his lip. The sight has tingles coursing throughout Kame's body. He curls his toes for a moment.
“Like this is good,” Shige says, his voice a bit hoarse even though he wasn't quiet that long. “With you on top.”
“Exactly like this, or...”
Shige spreads his legs as much as he can manage, pressed beneath Kame. He smiles. Still hasn't let go of his lip. He really shouldn't be doing that, it makes Kame feel a little lightheaded. It's embarrassing such a simple thing has that effect on him; at least Shige doesn't know about it so Kame can ride on the feeling without having to worry about Shige's possible reaction. That's nice too.
“Okay,” he says with a laugh, his eyes focused on Shige's mouth. He bends down to kiss it, pry it open with his tongue. He shivers randomly.
They take their time to get things started for real. A bit of fumbling, teasing, a lot of childish giggling and even some puns that really belong in KAT-TUN's dressing room where Junno is. Their light touches eventually become heavier, more persistent, and their breath shortens.
When Kame gets himself to rolling off Shige to get the lube and condoms from the nightstand on the other side of the bed, Shige leaves soft strokes on his butt cheeks. He's on top of Shige again soon enough and they chuckle again, kiss some more until Kame's hands are on the back of Shige's thighs and gently lifting them up. While he's putting on the condom, lube within reach, Kame keeps repeating the same sentence to himself in his mind in order to calm down. He wants this to last long and he knows he won't have the energy to start over. He's going to make sure Shige will be thoroughly pleased, even if it takes him until morning to make that happen. It will be Kame's pleasure.
Poll Team Present Prompt 2