(a nice way to put i used to FUCK, but if yu wants to inquire more, he's going to have to wait until another moment. completely relaxed, at least, which will make the fingers slide into him right through when they do come, no push back from him or his body.
manjiro's face hides on the curve of yu's neck, pressing kisses, while one hand holds his hip for support, another pressing idly caresses on the other side of where his lips stay.)
[It's reflex that has him moving, exposing more of his neck, a small, breathy sound coming out of his throat as he urges more of those kisses. His head spins a bit with the effort to keep being-- well, gentle, as much as possible, as much as he can be with the feel of hot breath on his neck, a hand on the exposed skin of his hip. He breathes it all in and out, absorbing as much as possible, exploring, touching, moving softly. When they're ready, he eases his fingers out, propping himself on one elbow to adjust himself accordingly.]
(gentle isn't a bad thing, not for this, anyway. it allows manjiro's body to remember and react, lips kissing while the gasps come out unfiltered. he likes it, the small break they're having from being at each other's throat, knowing it's wholly temporary.
once they're fine, he positions himself to slide down length, eyebrows frowning until there's not a single inch not in him. the moment he takes is to rejoice in the electrifying feeling that courses through his body, and it doesn't take long for it to cease. back to being angry, it seems, now that he can be.
this position isn't one that manjiro masters, to be quite honest. he's much more used to being pampered, taken care of, because there are so many responsibilities on his shoulders that this being one of them feels overkill - and the people he sometimes share a bed with see that themselves. this, however, isn't about burdens and obligations. this is because he could have lost yu, easily, quickly, and he couldn't have that. this is manjiro trying to carve into his memory how the other feels, how he sounds, because with his luck, this might be temporary, too. that's the reason why he is riding as viciously as he can, kissing lips like this might not last - like he could have lost this.
[He hardly dares to breathe as Mikey sinks deeper, deeper, and there's a deep flush that travels from his cheeks down to his chest, and suddenly his hands are grasping for Mikey's thighs, fingers splayed, as he finally remembers to suck in oxygen before his chest bursts.
The kisses come quickly after that, deep, aggressive, and his head is spinning from the overpowering sensation of too much, the kisses, the thrust, his own arousal and stupidly even his own feelings-- it's all so much, but it's the feelings that push him over the edge. Mikey is angry, he can tell, has been able to tell since they first came back. But so is he. He grasps harder, pulling the other toward him with every thrust, breathing and bucking into them as if he can exhale every messy feeling that comes with it.]
(manjiro's never been quiet in any aspect of his life, it wouldn't differ here. even the kisses don't do much to muffle the airy moans that he leaves against lips, louder whenever he can feel a certain spot being rubbed against - and aggressiveness is given back double with each crash of lips.
the pace he employs match just how irate he is, almost like he is trying to communicate a series of 'how dare you's. how dare you not ask for me? how dare you leave? how dare you do that to me? all silent questions that he is trying to release from his brain as he bounces. he's small, he knows that this is will not go sore-free, but there's nothing about it that could ever make him regret it.)
[The pace is matched, forceful, each of them slamming feelings into the other, a steady stream of how dare you and don't judge me, because that is truly what Yu is feeling right now, that ever so intrusive feeling of an owner's disapproval, and he is no one's responsibility but his own.
The arousal is the most absurd part of it all, the pleasure point of friction with each thrust, and he groans into those harsh kisses, seeking more.]
(the only reason why manjiro decelerates is so he can use those mighty legs of his to flip them, or motion yu so he can facilitate this too. it's fine if he has carpet burns - part of what he wanted to assert has been said with his body, and he wants to listen. after all, he can feel it with each time the other slams back - he's enraged too. if he's sore at manjiro, let him have it, just like manjiro himself did before.
his legs wrap around the other, arms rested against back and nails breaking skin.)
[The change is sudden, but he doesn't have any complaint. Something about the scratches down his back feels good, and at the tipping point between pain and pleasure, his back arches against them.
For Yu, somehow even his roughest isn't even that rough; his fingers are surprisingly gentle as he rakes them through Mikey's hair and then tugs his head back, exposing more of his neck to pepper with kisses.]
(yu's back feels beautiful to the touch. his fingertips can feel each muscle contracting against him, skin swollen by the damage of his nails, and the way the back arches and brings yu even closer.
it feels... almost healing, if the matter at hand wasn't so damn infuriating. manjiro doesn't mind the pull - to the contrary, it brings out one of his most delicious moans as his head tilts back. all his neck is exposed easily, his legs squeezing as he feels himself coming closer.)
I'm not going to--
(fuck, it's hard to speak when he wants to moan, his words broken by yet another, breathy between pants.)
[His arousal throbs with each moan, each thrust, the feeling in tandem with the dull roar of his heart pounding in his chest. He's panting now, his breath hot against the other's neck, putting more pressure on to kiss harder against the delicate skin of his throat.]
I'm-- hah, [he breaks off into another groan as Mikey's nails drag across his back and side. His own composure is coming unspooled, little by little, and as close as the other is he's not far behind.] ... almost there...
(his entire body tenses, with how close he is, making it impossibly tight around yu - it's almost like his body is automatically responding to the words the other gave him. it doesn't take much, his head tilting back even more, legs trembling against yu's side, and the gasp as loud as he can as he finally reaches it. he only stops moving when yu gets on his level, and there's no shortage of incentive with how his heels pull the other closer by the small of his back.
his breathing is a mess, much like... everything else. his hair is puffy and his face is sweaty, and that's not even counting with the fact that both their skin has been whitened by him.
if yu looks, there's a satisfied smile on manjiro's face, a laugh of relief as he attempts to move some of his hair away from his face.
[Yu comes quietly, breathlessly, just a few moments after, toes curling, back arching, until he's entirely spent. Mikey pulls him down by his heels, and he obliges, melting forward with a shaky exhale.
It...it's less an afterglow and more a hollowing out, but that has nothing to do with the sex itself, and everything to do with everything that Yu is trying to hide from, emotions and outrage, grief and desperation. For now, at least, he feels empty of those things. And in spite of the sticky, sweaty mess they both are, gasping and somewhat dazed, Mikey's warmth beneath him reminds him that, at the very least, he's not alone.
He pulls himself up to lean on one elbow, cups a hand to the other's cheek, and presses a surprisingly tender kiss to his lips.]
(what a contrasting feeling from the ones they were sharing only a few moments ago. he's still inside, and in a way, it all just feel sweet now that the anger has bubbled to the surface, and manjiro regresses from a storm into a rainy lake. not completely peaceful, but somewhat more dulcet than the crashing waves. the kiss is given back just as softly, and if yu's good at listening to what manjiro says with his actions, it says - 'i'll get over it. we'll be okay'.
it's reluctantly that his legs unwrap, and his hands rest against the other's chest, thumbs caressing as his lips press the laziest, most mellow kisses against jaw.)
Unless you intend to go again, we should take a bath. Come on.
[Will they? If Yu stops to think long enough, he's not convinced that anything will be okay. But he...he has such difficulties with overthinking anyway. If nothing else, maybe the world is telling him to shut it all off for a while. He's still working out how.
He tips his head a bit, leaning into the kiss, exhaling. And then-- unless you intend to go again-- he almost laughs.]
No. I'm... I'm ready for that.
[Spent. Exhausted, mentally and physically now. He pauses a moment before he gently, slowly, pulls himself out, and then rolls back onto his haunches, offering a hand to help Mikey off the floor.]
(he's still so sensitive that once he's no longer filled, he leaves a sigh of both pleasure and a little complaint that it's gone. it'll take a while for him to beat the way his head is spinning, even when he sits and fuck-- he's definitely going to feel the consequence of his actions tomorrow, he's sore all over, he doesn't seem to mind much the exhaustion weighing his bones.
the bathroom is not too far from his old room, and his calloused hand takes yu's to guide. it's-- nothing fancy. nothing about the sano residence is, truth be told, but the tub is fairly large. it'll fit both somewhat comfortably, so while it fills, manjiro will clean the excess off of himself. it'll take a little while, so the uncomfortable silence will be filled with manjiro searching things for the other boy. a toothbrush, a towel -- he assumes being here will beat being alone in a shared home.)
[It's funny. Yu might not have expected that sort of traditional simplicity from Mikey, when they first met. Now...it seems a bit more fitting, especially seeing the rest of the dojo. Like a really old home, or an inn, maybe...
He's trying to keep his mind off of things, when all is said and done. Trying to focus on what's here right now instead -- it happens to be the exhaustion in his own muscles, and the wooden doorframe in the room. He almost doesn't notice even when Mikey speaks. When he does...it's as if it all slams into him at once again. He knows what the other boy is doing, he gets it. After a moment,]
... Thanks.
[In spite of everything, the tone of his voice is far more grateful than an extra toothbrush warrants. It's for the thought behind it.]
(for someone whose entire being is to be completely against societal norms of japanese culture - the boy is extremely japanese. buddhist, traditional, respectful, and enforcer of bushido codes and conducts, and he was raised in this place of discipline, rules and honor. manjiro feels grateful that he's got this place, each and every tile brimming with memories of loved ones. it makes him feel safe, focused, and well. now they make memories here, too.
this might as well be a bittersweet one, with the way manjiro is breaking a lot of self-imposed rules. one of them is how his weight goes to his toes as he attempts to gain a few inches of height, press a kiss to yu's cheek, and move into the tub.)
There are four rooms here, you know. Mine and Grandpa's are fine to stay in. I'm sure I should have something to wear that fits you somewhere here, too.
[There's a warmth left behind from the kiss that is both welcome and, perhaps, a bit grounding. Thoughtfully, Yu puts a hand to his cheek, fingertips brushing over the spot as he grabs a towel to clean himself up before stepping into the water. He hears it, the offer between the lines, and-- he can't refuse it, not really. He doesn't want to go back to his house, either. Not for a while. Eventually, he'll go get his things, but for now...]
I appreciate it. [He really does.] I'd like to help out however I can, too.
[He wants to stay busy. He has a feeling Mikey might understand that, at least a bit.]
(it does wonders for the tired, aching muscles, and the stupid carpet burn he has on his back - none he regrets. manjiro's hair tilts, so a little puddle of waving gold strands form as only a bit of his face stays above water, and he comes back with a little yawn. he's a little beat, and he might just pass out like this. it's-- relaxing.)
[Somehow, the warmth from the water makes the remaining hot flare of anger in his chest subside, as if the water is leeching it all out, leaving just-- emptiness. It's a strange feeling, but not unwelcome.]
Don't fall asleep in here, [he warns, trying to take a bit of lightness into his voice. He doesn't entirely succeed, but it's an attempt.] I can, yeah. I did most of the cooking and cleaning, growing up.
(a chest... a nice, very broad chest, with a heart inside that beats strongly even when its drowning. mikey knows it doesn't belong to him, not entirely, his own doesn't fully belong to anyone.
in moments like these, however? those, he takes claim of yu's. these moments are manjiro's alone, and that's why his head rests against the chest to listen to it closely. his eyes rest, a hand blindly looking for the soap as he yawns.
he won't sleep, but he's exhausted. being mad is exhausting.)
Cuz your folks weren't around, I remember you told me. Emma cooked and cleaned, she likes this housewife stuff. I just clean because my grandpa would cry if he thought I wasn't keeping this place as it should be. Cooking-- neither myself nor Takemitchy, so I'll take-- (yawn) you up...
[Grief is the strangest feeling. Knowing there are things you need, comforts, essentials, and also feeling guilty for taking little things that help...it's a combination he's never going to get used to. Mikey leans against him and an arm instinctively goes around his shoulder. It's-- it's that twin feeling of wanting to move on and wanting to feel sad, and he has no idea what to do with it.
Instead, he tries to focus on what they're both saying. Words-- at least they make sense, when nothing else does. He can pull apart a conversation and put it back together, trace the line of how they got to where they are. No feelings involved.]
I like to stay busy. [It's an admission; the model kits and paper cranes have yet to make a large appearance in Aldrip, but it's no less true here.] Cooking and cleaning help me think.
(he's almost in slow motion, a limbo in existence as he gently, too softly in each circular motion against yu's skin. he's going to pass out as soon as they're out the tub, they both know it, but for now, he's valiantly holding on as he takes up the responsibility of cleaning them of the mess they started.
[Yu exhales, a sound that might be a tired, mirthless chuckle. Whether Mikey is being serious about the requirement or not, he's weirdly glad for that turn of phrase. The challenge in it. He can't say no to something like that.]
(no energy anymore after they've both been soaped up, so the first bottle he finds (conditioner, not shampoo, oops, that's what happens when you don't look what you grab) is handed to yu. take care of their hair, is the quiet order that he gives as his lips goes to kiss skin. lazy, lazy, lazy.)
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(a nice way to put i used to FUCK, but if yu wants to inquire more, he's going to have to wait until another moment. completely relaxed, at least, which will make the fingers slide into him right through when they do come, no push back from him or his body.
manjiro's face hides on the curve of yu's neck, pressing kisses, while one hand holds his hip for support, another pressing idly caresses on the other side of where his lips stay.)
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once they're fine, he positions himself to slide down length, eyebrows frowning until there's not a single inch not in him. the moment he takes is to rejoice in the electrifying feeling that courses through his body, and it doesn't take long for it to cease. back to being angry, it seems, now that he can be.
this position isn't one that manjiro masters, to be quite honest. he's much more used to being pampered, taken care of, because there are so many responsibilities on his shoulders that this being one of them feels overkill - and the people he sometimes share a bed with see that themselves. this, however, isn't about burdens and obligations. this is because he could have lost yu, easily, quickly, and he couldn't have that. this is manjiro trying to carve into his memory how the other feels, how he sounds, because with his luck, this might be temporary, too. that's the reason why he is riding as viciously as he can, kissing lips like this might not last - like he could have lost this.
again.)
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The kisses come quickly after that, deep, aggressive, and his head is spinning from the overpowering sensation of too much, the kisses, the thrust, his own arousal and stupidly even his own feelings-- it's all so much, but it's the feelings that push him over the edge. Mikey is angry, he can tell, has been able to tell since they first came back. But so is he. He grasps harder, pulling the other toward him with every thrust, breathing and bucking into them as if he can exhale every messy feeling that comes with it.]
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the pace he employs match just how irate he is, almost like he is trying to communicate a series of 'how dare you's. how dare you not ask for me? how dare you leave? how dare you do that to me? all silent questions that he is trying to release from his brain as he bounces. he's small, he knows that this is will not go sore-free, but there's nothing about it that could ever make him regret it.)
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The arousal is the most absurd part of it all, the pleasure point of friction with each thrust, and he groans into those harsh kisses, seeking more.]
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his legs wrap around the other, arms rested against back and nails breaking skin.)
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For Yu, somehow even his roughest isn't even that rough; his fingers are surprisingly gentle as he rakes them through Mikey's hair and then tugs his head back, exposing more of his neck to pepper with kisses.]
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it feels... almost healing, if the matter at hand wasn't so damn infuriating. manjiro doesn't mind the pull - to the contrary, it brings out one of his most delicious moans as his head tilts back. all his neck is exposed easily, his legs squeezing as he feels himself coming closer.)
I'm not going to--
(fuck, it's hard to speak when he wants to moan, his words broken by yet another, breathy between pants.)
Last much-- longer...
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I'm-- hah, [he breaks off into another groan as Mikey's nails drag across his back and side. His own composure is coming unspooled, little by little, and as close as the other is he's not far behind.] ... almost there...
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his breathing is a mess, much like... everything else. his hair is puffy and his face is sweaty, and that's not even counting with the fact that both their skin has been whitened by him.
if yu looks, there's a satisfied smile on manjiro's face, a laugh of relief as he attempts to move some of his hair away from his face.
goddamn, manjiro really likes this guy.)
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It...it's less an afterglow and more a hollowing out, but that has nothing to do with the sex itself, and everything to do with everything that Yu is trying to hide from, emotions and outrage, grief and desperation. For now, at least, he feels empty of those things. And in spite of the sticky, sweaty mess they both are, gasping and somewhat dazed, Mikey's warmth beneath him reminds him that, at the very least, he's not alone.
He pulls himself up to lean on one elbow, cups a hand to the other's cheek, and presses a surprisingly tender kiss to his lips.]
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it's reluctantly that his legs unwrap, and his hands rest against the other's chest, thumbs caressing as his lips press the laziest, most mellow kisses against jaw.)
Unless you intend to go again, we should take a bath. Come on.
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He tips his head a bit, leaning into the kiss, exhaling. And then-- unless you intend to go again-- he almost laughs.]
No. I'm... I'm ready for that.
[Spent. Exhausted, mentally and physically now. He pauses a moment before he gently, slowly, pulls himself out, and then rolls back onto his haunches, offering a hand to help Mikey off the floor.]
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the bathroom is not too far from his old room, and his calloused hand takes yu's to guide. it's-- nothing fancy. nothing about the sano residence is, truth be told, but the tub is fairly large. it'll fit both somewhat comfortably, so while it fills, manjiro will clean the excess off of himself. it'll take a little while, so the uncomfortable silence will be filled with manjiro searching things for the other boy. a toothbrush, a towel -- he assumes being here will beat being alone in a shared home.)
Here.
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He's trying to keep his mind off of things, when all is said and done. Trying to focus on what's here right now instead -- it happens to be the exhaustion in his own muscles, and the wooden doorframe in the room. He almost doesn't notice even when Mikey speaks. When he does...it's as if it all slams into him at once again. He knows what the other boy is doing, he gets it. After a moment,]
... Thanks.
[In spite of everything, the tone of his voice is far more grateful than an extra toothbrush warrants. It's for the thought behind it.]
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this might as well be a bittersweet one, with the way manjiro is breaking a lot of self-imposed rules. one of them is how his weight goes to his toes as he attempts to gain a few inches of height, press a kiss to yu's cheek, and move into the tub.)
There are four rooms here, you know. Mine and Grandpa's are fine to stay in. I'm sure I should have something to wear that fits you somewhere here, too.
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I appreciate it. [He really does.] I'd like to help out however I can, too.
[He wants to stay busy. He has a feeling Mikey might understand that, at least a bit.]
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You any good at cleaning?
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Don't fall asleep in here, [he warns, trying to take a bit of lightness into his voice. He doesn't entirely succeed, but it's an attempt.] I can, yeah. I did most of the cooking and cleaning, growing up.
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in moments like these, however? those, he takes claim of yu's. these moments are manjiro's alone, and that's why his head rests against the chest to listen to it closely. his eyes rest, a hand blindly looking for the soap as he yawns.
he won't sleep, but he's exhausted. being mad is exhausting.)
Cuz your folks weren't around, I remember you told me. Emma cooked and cleaned, she likes this housewife stuff. I just clean because my grandpa would cry if he thought I wasn't keeping this place as it should be. Cooking-- neither myself nor Takemitchy, so I'll take-- (yawn) you up...
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Instead, he tries to focus on what they're both saying. Words-- at least they make sense, when nothing else does. He can pull apart a conversation and put it back together, trace the line of how they got to where they are. No feelings involved.]
I like to stay busy. [It's an admission; the model kits and paper cranes have yet to make a large appearance in Aldrip, but it's no less true here.] Cooking and cleaning help me think.
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(he's almost in slow motion, a limbo in existence as he gently, too softly in each circular motion against yu's skin. he's going to pass out as soon as they're out the tub, they both know it, but for now, he's valiantly holding on as he takes up the responsibility of cleaning them of the mess they started.
shampoo-- somewhere.)
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