Haruto Souma ✩ 操真晴人 (
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hot wizard yaois in the requisite bad decisions beach episode
Haruto is drunk, and warm with it, sitting legs sprawled in the still-warm sand with his rapidly-sweating two-thirds empty beer can cradled in his hands. He's been humming some pop song half under his breath for the last few minute, his attention on the familiar-unfamiliar sky above and the closeness of Nitoh's body heat. (Haruto had shifted closer to get into the cooler and lost the will to move, after.)
Even in track shorts and a t-shirt, he's too hot, sweat sticking the fabric to his skin. He reaches up to tag at his shirt collar, flapping it back and forth. "I know why the dinosaurs went extinct--no air conditioning," he grumbles. Finally he sets the beer down in the sand, twisting it so it'll stay still, and hooks his fingers in the hem of his t-shirt to pull it up over his head. He tosses it behind himself, into the tent with the rest of his folded-up clothes.
Even in track shorts and a t-shirt, he's too hot, sweat sticking the fabric to his skin. He reaches up to tag at his shirt collar, flapping it back and forth. "I know why the dinosaurs went extinct--no air conditioning," he grumbles. Finally he sets the beer down in the sand, twisting it so it'll stay still, and hooks his fingers in the hem of his t-shirt to pull it up over his head. He tosses it behind himself, into the tent with the rest of his folded-up clothes.
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He laughs again, but then Haruto shifts against him and his shirt is off. He blinks, dazed, at the shift of Haruto's collarbones and his chest. I mean, it's not like he hasn't seen it, but his defenses are down, he's unable to do anything but stare for a moment.
He licks his lips, and then chugs the beer in his hand to try to break him out of the reverie. He wonders if he should take his shirt off, and as he's thinking he realizes that he's finished out the beer and he better make a decision soon.
He tosses the empty next to the rest of them and stretches his arms, popping the sweat-wicking tee he used to use to rock climb off over his head. The breeze is nice. And now he can feel the warmth coming off Haruto's body. He lets himself lean a bit closer. "F'you're that hot you could go swim..."
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The most important part of this vacation has been Nitoh's increased good cheer. He looks a lot less like a wreck now that he's sleeping regularly, tent or not. Haruto picks up his beer and spins it back and forth between his palms in an idle way, trying to ignore Nitoh's suddenly warmer-seeming body heat now that he's matched Haruto's clothing count. (Intellectually, he knows it probably only feels that way because now he can see the flesh he's been wanting to get his mouth on.)
"It's not like that water's that much cooler," he says, "and I smell enough like salt." He lifts his beer to his lips to finish it, then dents it, so he can crumple it in his fists. He tosses it like a basketball, arching high, and turns his grin toward Nitoh when it lands with a small crash, leaning back on his hands.
His smile slips slowly from his mouth, and then he swallows, eyes flickering across the planes of Nitoh's body. He shifts closer on one hand, then rocks back to the other, varying his posture a little, and his eyes move to the dead fire pit some distance from the tent. Food. What was it about food--he definitely isn't hungry himself, he's heavy and full with meat and vegetables from dinner.
It occurs to him suddenly. He couldn't remember when he'd last supplied Nitoh with mana.
"When did I feed you last?" he asks, face wrinkled in concentration.
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The two of them are not fighting anything and they're having fun and everyone is having fun. He rolls his head towards Haruto, raising his fist in a cheer at the toss. "Woo!" He grins, rolling his shoulders pleasantly, unaware of Haruto's gaze but aware of his shifting back and forth. He wishes, not for the first time, that he'd stop moving around and just lean on him or something.
He looks at Haruto, eyes half-lidded, mouth pursed, as he tries to parse the question. "Wh? Uh?" it catches up to him, "Oh, yeah, uh. I dunno, like... right when we got here maybe? I'm doin' all right..." Chimaera, inside him, snorts and grumbles, his voice echoing through the drunkenness strangely.
He laughs and directs his voice down to his belly. "All right, all right... Yeah, I guess I could use some..." He puts his hand out, palm up, for the ring. He'd been letting Haruto hold onto it while they were here, not exactly sure he'd be able to keep track of it.
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Instead of dropping it in Nitoh's palm to put on himself, the way he usually does, he grabs Nitoh's hand and turns it roughly over, grip firm. He never gets to put a ring on Nitoh, but this time--
"Cool it, Chimaera," he says, twisting to peer at Nitoh's stomach, and lifts the ring to slide it on Nitoh's finger. "I'm on my way."
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He's flushing before he realizes, and then he decides to put forth a token resistance. "Uh..." He can't make it any further than that.
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Nitoh makes that grumbling noise that he makes when he's about to say something stupid, and Haruto looks up, eyebrows quirked. His lip drags out from beneath his teeth. "No rings from dudes?" he teases, still sliding the ring on.
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His face is hot and Haruto is so close, his heart is thundering in his ears. He can't really hear what Haruto is saying over the hum of his libido roaring at him. It's louder than Chimaera ever gets. The expectant look in Haruto's eyes pulls a confused, "Huh? Uh... Well..."
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He doesn't let go of Nitoh's hand as he shifts up onto his knee, and as he tugs Nitoh's hand toward the Driver, he watches the curve and pull of his body. He wants to run his fingers up the line of his arm, press his mouth to his shoulder, see if he's as warm at the throat as the sweat gathered there seems to imply. He tilts his body over Nitoh as the Driver sings and speaks, a familiar jarring voice by now, and he swallows.
There are so many reasons to say no to what he wants, but he's having a hard time thinking of them as he leans down to rest his fingertips on Nitoh's shoulder, and he pauses, waiting for a no he knows in his gut he won't hear before he brushes his mouth over Nitoh's.
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Then he feels the hand on his shoulder, and realizes that the warmth on his face is the feeling of Haruto's face next to his, and then Haruto's mouth is over his, and he gives a quiet, surprised noise before closing his eyes and wrapping his free arm around Haruto's waist. He presses his lips into Haruto's with desperation, and short, sharp noises of want escape his mouth.
His hand wraps around the Wizardriver to keep the connection, the drifting sensation of the mana. If he's dreaming all this, he doesn't want it to end until the last possible second. And if he's not? He's pretty sure he wants to keep that hand right around there.
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Kissing someone in the middle of a mana transfer is weird and hot, but soothing--he thinks he's getting some feedback from the ring. Or maybe that's just the knowledge that this wasn't unwelcome, which is surprising but a good feeling blooming in his chest. Feeling bold, Haruto tugs at Nitoh's lower lip with his teeth.
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The mana transfer is almost over, but he continues to cling to the driver. Because maybe this'll be over when that's over, and he doesn't want that. Haruto bites his lip and he can't help but laugh, because that's what he was gonna do. He moves his free hand to Haruto's chest, feeling his sweaty skin, his pectoral muscles, then up to his collarbone.
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He wants closer, and so he gets closer, swinging one knee over Nitoh's thighs and splaying his hand over Nitoh's shoulder. His breath stutters under Nitoh's ear as Nitoh's hands move on his body, his skin tingling in the wake of them. His fingertips press against Nitoh's shoulder, hard, when fingers brush his collarbone. They're sensitive, not that he'd ever admit that aloud.
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He continues to run his fingers across Haruto's collarbone but the return of sensation to his body and the brush of Haruto's limbs against his makes him realize something. "Hahh... ah... sorry, I'm hard." he whispers, feeling Haruto's lips vibrate against his neck as he speaks. He's not sure of anything right now, except that it's better not to let surprises that might make Haruto realize that he's doing something like this with someone like him pass by. Better to warn up front, right? He worries his lip himself, over the marks Haruto left.
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Apparently he'd underestimated how much mana Nitoh actually needed, or maybe it's that transferal while drunk had side effects, but his head spins for a moment as the spell tapers off. It's not helped by Nitoh's voice, and he groans against Nitoh's skin. "It's fine," he says, his voice heavy with arousal. He brushes his teeth against Nitoh's pulse, and then sucks at the skin there.
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But he's getting tired of sitting up, so he shifts his hips and moves his leg over Haruto, turning his weight to the side and lowering him onto the sand. He straddles Haruto, digging his fingers into the sand next to his head and pressing his weight down into him. He can't help the way his hips shift into Haruto's, though he manages to hold himself back from grinding, if only because things are getting almost painfully tight down there.
He wants Haruto's mouth on his again, though the expanse of flesh beneath him is inviting as well. He licks a stripe up Haruto's neck and then gently takes hold of his earlobe with his teeth, tugging at it with a low, sensual growl.
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He's not exactly hard as a rock (yet) but he can certainly feel his body reacting, and quickly. At Nitoh's mouth on him, he cries out, and only barely stifles a second noise as Nitoh bites down on his ear by lifting his knuckles to his mouth and biting down. His free hand scrabbles for Nitoh's back, and he scratches at the muscle there.
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He lets up, licking in and around Haruto's ear, shamelessly trying to get more sound out of him. The scratching at his back doesn't feel like pain to him, just more pleasure. As he kisses the skin under Haruto's ear, he tries to unhook his pants with one hand, and has only the most limited amount of success.
He crushes against Haruto's lips with his own, grunting with desperation to get their mouths together, but he can only kiss for a moment before he lets out a slow whine and whispers against Haruto's lips, "Ah... D...Damn tight pants.." He looks down between them, though it's dark enough that it's pretty much no use as he continues to fumble with the button. It's not that he's trying to get them off so much as he kind of feels like he's being crushed in there.
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It seems like an obvious choice, though, to make this step. "Move," he says, and reaches down to bat Nitoh's hands away.
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He actually covers his face, gently wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I just need a little room is all..." he looks aside, beet red.
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Carefully, he pops it open, and he looks up, bold, to catch Nitoh's eye, and holds that gaze as he dips his fingers inside.
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And then Haruto looks up, catches his gaze, and that plus the relief of having his sensitive parts released from a prison of denim causes him to tremble all over. He puts his hands on Haruto's shoulders and tries to rub his cock against his hand. But there are firelights and a mumble of voices not too far, and with his cock straining through the zipper of his now-open pants, he feels exposed. It's a little exhilarating but also scary.
He's again a little wary to break the spell, but he squeezes Haruto's shoulder and meets his eyes. "Can we... in the tent...?" Looking at him, like this, half-naked and intent beneath him, the idea that this might be the last straw is almost devastating. His eyes are almost puppylike as he rakes his gaze up and down Haruto's body.
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Slowly, he pulls his hand from the open fly of Nitoh's shorts. "No better time than the present," he says. (Translation: I want to be all over you again now, so move it.) He hasn't missed either the hear or the uneasiness in Nitoh's face, and he quails under both. "Come on, up," he says.
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When he finally manages to break away, he lunges unsteadily into the tent, flopping onto his side with no grace whatsoever. He stretches his back, covering his face for a moment, before he moves his right hand down to his cock beneath his boxer briefs. The mere memory of Haruto's hand on it a moment ago is electrifying, and he puts his curved forefinger between his teeth as he waits, sucking gently on the knuckle.
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He rolls onto his hip before he curls his knees up, and then he slides to his feet with half as much grace as he has sober. He follows Nitoh across the sand, and dips under the top of the tent's opening. Then he pauses, leaning halfway over Nitoh, watching him touch himself. Man, he feels creepy all of a sudden. Slowly, he lowers down to bury his hand in Nitoh's unruly lion's mane, and kisses him.
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When he's finished kicking them off, he kisses back with renewed energy, groaning and biting at Haruto's lower lip... Laughing deep in his throat, because this is so fun and he's still drunk and so in the moment that thoughts of what tomorrow might bring are far from his mind. He tugs at Haruto, then lets go and kisses him gently again, more sweetly.
He's far enough from consequences that he doesn't feel wrong resting his sweaty forehead against Haruto's and speaking against his lips. "You're so hot, Haruto... Damn. I-" he trails off, his fingers trailing down to Haruto's waist and tentatively reaching into his pants. "I wanna..." he doesn't say any more, just unhooks Haruto's pants and reaches in, demanding. He wraps his fingers around Haruto's shaft, wanting more of him.
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The sudden difference in the intensity of Nitoh's mouth on his brings him pause, and when Nitoh tilts their foreheads together, Haruto doesn't feel nervousness--just fondness, especially at the compliment. "You're not too bad your--" he cuts off, sharply, with a gasp, as Nitoh unceremoniously grabs his dick. "Fuck," he says, suddenly, and seems surprised by the way it had slipped from his mouth. His hips jerk his dick up into Nitoh's hand, and like this he's unable to smother a moan against much more than Nitoh's mouth. So he does, kissing him open-mouthed, and his fingers tremble along Nitoh's thigh for a lingering second before he gets them under the waistband of Nitoh's underwear and slides his fingers against the head of Nitoh's dick.
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The noises he draws from Haruto with his stroking are almost as thrilling. He pushes down the front of Haruto's underwear and starts to stroke him in earnest. The thing he had wanted the most when fantasizing about Haruto or any of the other people he's fantasized about, was the reality of your actions arousing somebody. Actually getting them off. The fact that it's happening here and now is beyond awesome, in his opinion. Of course, then a hand is on him again and he moans encouragement into the kiss, though to be honest he's so hard and so hot and lost in this whole thing that he's not sure how long he'll last if Haruto actually starts to jerk him off.
nitoh has officially joined the moe lions brigade
He has to tilt away from kissing Nitoh in order to try and get his breath back as Nitoh pulls his dick free. A desperate moment of low breathing interrupted by short moans ends in him leaning his forehead to Nitoh's shoulder, riding out the sensation of Nitoh's fingers on his cock. Slowly, he begins to slide his fingers down the length of Nitoh's in response, investigating carefully. Nitoh's underwear is definitely limiting the range of his wrist, and he hooks his other hand in the waistband to pull on it.
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And when Haruto pulls on his underwear and strokes his fingers down his cock, he breathes heavy himself, loses his words. He throws his head back, and his leg hooks over Haruto's, pulling him closer. "H-hey, careful I'm-" he stops with a raw gasp, unable to keep himself from trying to hump Haruto's hand. It's simultaneously too much and not enough, and he has to look away from Haruto's face just to get himself under control again. "I'm gettin' close..." he whines out.
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He's intent on holding on until he knows. Stubbornness, maybe, or morbid curiosity.
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But the question is pressing, and he slows the rolling motion of his hand as he thinks, as he feels lips on his neck. "I dunno..." he murmurs dreamily. "Prolly a while. I only figured it out when..." he doesn't want to think about that time, not here and now. But the silence hangs in the air, obvious. "Didn't want to push you right when you came back, y'know..." He nuzzles his nose into Haruto's hair shyly.
That subject is too hard, too much, why'd he bring it up right now? He speeds his hand on Haruto's cock to take both their minds away from it. "Want you to come... Wanna make you come..." he murmurs into his scalp.
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His hand, still moving slowly over Nitoh's dick, falters momentarily, and as his orgasm begins to recede, it begins to move again, with firm purpose.
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His body is taut with arousal, and he's getting closer again with Haruto's regained focus. He blinks slowly at Haruto, pupils wide with pleasure in the darkness. As Haruto's orgasm fades, he moves his hand over the cum that clings to him, and then he brings his fingers to his face to suck dozily on the cum on his hand. It's bitter and thick... Not the most pleasant flavor, but in this moment it just makes him hotter.
He swallows it with a smile, licking his lips and then biting onto Haruto's shoulder as he bucks into his hand. He groans and pants and rests his forehead on the shoulder and then he gives out, coming with a gentle cry that dips low and rumbles through his chest. He continues to come for a long time, eyes fluttering as he presses his lips to Haruto's neck and cheek. "I won..." he mumbles, smiling against Haruto's cheek, putting his hand over Haruto's on his cock.
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It feels like an eternity, and like nothing, all at once. He snorts, and turns his head to brush his mouth over Nitoh's. "Yeah, yeah," he says, lazy, and twists his wrist to tangle their fingers together. He tilts his chin to kiss Nitoh again, slowly.
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He tosses the towel and breaks the kiss, enjoying the sound that it makes. Then he kisses Haruto again, just because he can. He cuddles up to Haruto with the rest of his body, warm and sleepy. He breaks the kiss, feeling the need to say something, anything, to make the moment last just a bit longer. He only manages a very soft, pleased, "Good..."
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He snorts. "I'd hope so," he says, and kisses the corner of Nitoh's mouth. Slowly, he begins to fade toward sleep.
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