henshined | hot wizard yaois in the requisite bad decisions beach episode

Nitoh's laughing, he laughs more when he's drunk, more high pitched, with his whole body. He breathes out. "Phew! That's kinda true y'know! I mean, cos of the whole comet theory and all. Course then there's the whole ice age thing. Kinda ruins the joke."

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..."

Haruto snorts, pleased that Nitoh is at a little amused. "It wasn't much of a joke to start," he admits.

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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"Yeah, man, we're practically pickled," he says with an awkward, snorting laugh. He's been in and out of the ocean all week, not to mention drinking. But he's feeling better than he has in what seems like months, not being sick and not being plagued with nightmares. If being around Haruto shirtless and drunk and shimmering with sweat has been frustrating, it's also been a relief to see him having fun.

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.

Haruto blinks down at Nitoh's outstretched hand. They'd been here for days! He thinks. "Days kinda start blurring together," he says, with a laugh. Then he shifts on his hip to dig in his pocket. (He's been keeping a minimum of rings in his pockets, running around the island, but that one is always on him, just in case.)

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."

Nitoh almost jerks his arm away, but it's really just an immediate reaction. After a second his arm relaxes, and he breathes lightly, looking at Haruto with his mouth slightly open. He's close enough that Nitoh can see his eyelashes, even in the moonlight. His sweat glitters on his shoulders and chest, and Kousuke gets that nuts urge to lick him, bite him, taste him. His heart beats fast, he swallows. Haruto's hand is warm and dry and slightly gritty from the sand and salt...

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.

Haruto ignores Nitoh's near-pull away, sucking his lower lip between his teeth, and tightens his grip, stubborn. They're so close he can smell the particular mix of Nitoh's scent, which he definitely only remembers because it kind of cloys in the air of the tent, given that they're sharing it. No other reason, like pillow stealing after Nitoh got up, or anything.

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.

Kousuke's eyes zero in on Haruto's lips, and he completely loses his train of thought. Haruto's slow, deliberate ring sliding is really a lot more sensual than it ought to be. Or is it supposed to be sensual?

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..."

Haruto freezes up, his heart leaping in his throat, and it's only after a clear pause that he rouses himself once more into action. He licks, slowly, at his lips, which feel as dry as the inside of him mouth, and finishes pushing the ring on.

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.

Haruto's gaze on him is almost a physical weight, and the tug of his arm towards Haruto's belt - between his legs - is a too-natural motion. The driver goes off and he feels the familiar sensation of mana infusing his body. His eyes flutter, but he doesn't want to close them. It's hard to keep them open while the smooth, relaxing sensation of mana envelops him, but he keeps his eyes fixed on the juncture of Haruto's neck.

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.

The sounds aren't entirely unexpected. The existence, anyway--the reality of them lights fire under his skin, and he shifts closer within the circle of Nitoh's arm. He shifts his hand to curl his arm around Nitoh's shoulders, lifting the other to curl in Nitoh's hair, and opens his mouth to deepen the kiss.

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.

He is super pleased to feel Haruto's mouth open, and he immediately sends his tongue into it, licking awkwardly and earnestly into his rival's mouth. He's noisy, always noisy, his moaning muffled by the pressure of their lips together.

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.

Yeah, noisy is right. Haruto would be worried about someone hearing them, if he weren't so largely focused on the feel of Nitoh's body, which is unabashedly masculine, heavy and warm even beyond the mana transfer running between them. When Nitoh laughs, he feels it through the skin, and it gets him to linger there momentarily, worrying Nitoh's lower lip between his teeth. Then he tugs, shortly, at Nitoh's hair as he shifts to lick at Nitoh's throat.

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.

His spine jerks at the continued motion of teeth at his lip, and the tug at his hair sends a cry of arousal free into the air as Haruto moves to his neck. The mana transfer is as good as over, he moves his hand away from the driver and the feeling fades, but as his strength returns to him, he breathes in sharply and wraps his other arm around Haruto, fingers grabbing onto his shoulder blade. If he doesn't let go, Haruto can't get away.

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.

He doesn't think he'll have many chances to use any information about Nitoh's predilection for hair-pulling in the future, but Haruto nonetheless files it away, pleased to have learned it. The strength of Nitoh's grip around his body is, at first, something of a surprise, but then it's helpful.

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.

He feels Haruto slumping against him, and for a minute he's worried that he's passing out which would be the worst. But then Haruto talks, and he sounds... So hot. And what he's saying is nice too, Nitoh's stomach unclenches, knowing that his boner isn't going to stop the fun.

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.

Haruto, for his part, lets things move around him as he tries to get his head together, one hand tight at Nitoh's shoulder. Nitoh lowering him to the sand would be a gallant gesture, ignoring the fact that Nitoh managed to drop him the last few inches. Haruto laughs as he goes the last few inches alone, but it turns breathy as Nitoh pushes his weight down against his body. He can feel the hard heat of Nitoh's undeniable boner against his hip, and unlike Nitoh he finds it impossible not to roll against the body in contact with his own.

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.

The pressure of Haruto's body as he grinds against him makes him gasp, but the real pleasure comes when he hears Haruto's voice. He's heard that high-pitched crack in his voice, he's even caused it, but this time it's not funny at all. Well, okay, it's a little funny, he can't help but smile against Haruto's neck, but more than anything it's really, really hot.

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.

Haruto rewards him in a series of gasps and moans that escape around the back of his fist pressed to his mouth, rocking up against Nitoh whenever he hits a particularly sensitive spot. Then, of course, Nitoh starts fumbling with his pants, and Haruto snickers as Nitoh speaks. His chest feels tight with fondness, and he swallows, thinking.

It seems like an obvious choice, though, to make this step. "Move," he says, and reaches down to bat Nitoh's hands away.

He blinks slowly at Haruto, and then suddenly feels shy. "I didn't mean... I mean, you don't have to..." but it fades into desperate panting and he rolls his hips with a thin groan and sits slightly up, moving his hands.

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.

He'd had suspicions that Nitoh could be cute, under all that. Nice to be proven right. Haruto's mouth curves up with easy, buzzing humor. "I don't have to," he agrees, pleasantly, "but I want to." He reaches up with one hand to brush his fingers over Nitoh's cheek, turning his face back. His other hand attends to the straining tent in Nitoh's pants. He runs his palm over the shape of Nitoh's dick for trembling seconds, and then he takes the button between his fingers.

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.

He blinks down at Haruto, unable to hold his gaze for more than a couple seconds, even with the hand on his cheek. But when Haruto looks down his eyes are fixed on his expression, and watching Haruto's face as he touches him... It gives him goosebumps.

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.

Haruto's eyebrows slant up as Nitoh leans closer, wondering what he has to say, with his cock heavy against Haruto's palm and his body trembling against Haruto's. Then Nitoh asks his question, and with the jolt of that reality check, it seems oppressive, how exposed they are. Like the sky is pushing down on them. He nods, shakily, not least because there is vulnerability in Nitoh's expression he doesn't want to confront, or think about, for as long as he can avoid it.

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.

He nods, biting his lip and scrambling up and off. His hands linger over Haruto's body as he gets up, stroking his palm over the muscles over his ribs and the sides of his waist. He never spent a lot of time thinking about other dude's bodies being beautiful, or anything. Probably on purpose, really... But in the moonlight, he can't describe Haruto as anything less. Though he'd never say it aloud.

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.

There's a moment when Nitoh is scrambling to his feet where Haruto thinks he's something like art in motion, a thought that is ruthlessly squashed by things like embarrassment and reality. The fact that he arches up into Nitoh's lingering hands is not so easily denied, not that he really intends on denying. Not here.

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.

He almost forgot, while the pressure of Haruto's body wasn't on him, that this was even real, and not one of the admittedly relatively frequent wet dreams he'd had about Haruto. Together, it's even hotter, but he doesn't care about the heat. He grabs at Haruto's waist, digging his fingers in and steadying himself as he wiggles out of his pants.

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.

Haruto likes the sudden push to the pressure of Nitoh's fingers, and he likes the difference in heat that Nitoh finally shucking his pants entirely brings better. He kisses back. Nitoh's good humor is infectious, and he laughs, honestly, as he lets Nitoh tug at him.

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.

He realizes with a start that he can't think of another time he's heard Haruto laugh like that before. He's chuckled, yeah, but he doesn't laugh, really. The sound of it gives him an overwhelming feeling of joy and... yeah he's a hundred percent sure he wants to hear it again. If that's love... Well, it's not the time to think about it, he just enjoys the happiness swelling in his chest and kisses Haruto as hard as he can.

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.

It isn't as if Haruto has that much more experience than Nitoh--at least, he doesn't think so, and it isn't as if months of pining over his closest friend actually counts as a bolster to his record. The last time he got this close to anyone, he was at a drinking party at the very beginning of his time in the minor soccer leagues. That girl hadn't been anything like Nitoh, not least because he cared about Nitoh, and his desire to see Nitoh sated and satisfied is at least half the fault of his feelings about Nitoh.

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.

He really likes that, the feeling of Haruto leaning on him and just inhabiting the way Nitoh is touching him. He wants... He wants so badly to make Haruto come, to do it now and maybe again tomorrow, and then a couple more times when they get home and it's not so HOT. "I been... I been wanting you for a while..." he murmurs into Haruto's ear.

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.

Haruto nearly stops cold, at that confession. His hand comes to a stop, as he tries to breathe through that knowledge, and when it starts again, it's much slower, largely in deference to Nitoh's claim that he was nearing orgasm. He doesn't want this to be over yet. He slips his other hand over the curves of Nitoh's musculature, along the ladder of his ribs, to rest heavy across his collarbone. "How long," he asks, voice taut. How had he missed it? Nitoh was an open book. His own orgasm tightens his nerves, and he shifts, turning his head to kiss at Nitoh's throat.

He's intent on holding on until he knows. Stubbornness, maybe, or morbid curiosity.

Nitoh feels the urge to kiss Haruto's entire body, to taste him, and even to take the cock that now pulses into his hand. The thought had occurred to him before but it was never so tempting as it is right now. Even as he's caressed and teased, he wants to hear Haruto's voice cry out in orgasm.

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.

As he'd suspected. A passing bitter feeling, as Nitoh attempts to distract him, and his body betrays him, working him toward orgasm with pleasure that rolls through his body. He pulls at Nitoh's chin to kiss him, and in the midst of it, his orgasm comes. He chokes a gasp that breaks into a drawn-out whimper, his body stiffening against Nitoh's. Cum shoots on his belly, sticky and warm.

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.

He feels Haruto seize up underneath him as they kiss, and then cum is spurting from the cock in Nitoh's hand. He knows what he likes and how hard that is for him to keep up when he's in the middle of orgasm... He keeps moving his hand, thumbs beneath the head and watches the expressions on Haruto's face shift and change. "Beautiful..." he whispers.

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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In the throes of orgasm, he barely registers Nitoh whispering, and when he does he's too distracted by the sight of Nitoh sucking on his own fingers, on his cum, to be bashful. He simply focuses on the cock within the circle of his fingers, then the pain-pleasure of Nitoh's teeth sinking into his shoulder. He hisses, but the pain fades to a weak, barely noticeable throb as Nitoh orgasms.

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.

He's a little surprised that Haruto kisses him even though the flavor of cum is still heavy in his mouth. He is happy, dizzily and deliriously so. He grips Haruto's hand, poking around behind him for a towel or something with the other. He finds one, still wet with humidity and salt water, and he uses it to wipe them clean. For whatever reason, (probably his grandmother's ever presence and fastidiousness) even inches from sleep after orgasm, he always cleans up.

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..."

Haruto hadn't gone in to kiss Nitoh with the intent on tasting himself on Nitoh's tongue, but it's not totally unwelcome. His attention instead is on the sweatiness of Nitoh's palm against his own. He grumbles a little against Nitoh's lower lip as the towel hits his more sensitive parts, but as quickly as it arrives, it's gone, and he instead lasers in on kissing Nitoh again, and on the slide of his body against Haruto's.

He snorts. "I'd hope so," he says, and kisses the corner of Nitoh's mouth. Slowly, he begins to fade toward sleep.

Nitoh is asleep almost immediately. His sleepy murmuring is softer than it has been... gentle. He nuzzles into Haruto's neck, cuddling his body into him despite the heat. His sleep has been undisturbed by nightmares since he's taken advantage of Riku's help, but now he breathes deep and easy and enjoys sweet dreams.

Haruto lingers awake for several minutes, adjusting to the feeling of another body against his own. Finally, he turns his face into Nitoh's hair and brushes a kiss at the crown, and then he shuts his eyes.

hot wizard yaois in the requisite bad decisions beach episode

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nitoh has officially joined the moe lions brigade

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