NSFW CMO

[misheard]

Call out one of my characters with a starter, or a prompt, or a 'look idk how but I want these two to bang' and we will Do A Thread.

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[bleakdog]

[He blinks. Both at the kiss and the affirmation. He still isn't sure what's happening.]

I love you.

[He . . . thinks Takiji wants him to keep going. He's pretty sure. So he lets Rashomon curl tighter around Takiji's waist and keep going, winding slow around his chest and upper arms, watching carefully all the while.]

[crabcanneryship]

I love you too.

[Takiji has every reason to be nervous when he's trapped. And he is, normally. He doesn't like being locked in anywhere, unless it's to keep other people out.

But Rashomon - Akutagawa - is different. He's just as safe with Rashomon wound around him as he would be without.

The shiver that passes through Takiji isn't from fear.]

[bleakdog]

[. . . What?]

[Akutagawa stops. Not because he doesn't believe what Takiji's said, because he thinks that trust isn't real, but because--he doesn't understand. He thinks he's starting to, maybe, but what he's thinking seems so unlikely.]

Takiji . . . ?

[They're so close, and Takiji doesn't look frightened. He looks--well. Pretty much the opposite.]

[crabcanneryship]

[So how do you say 'being tied up with your ability turns me on', because Takiji thinks Akutagawa is getting that idea, but he can't come up with a way to explicitly say it that wouldn't embarrass him half to death.]

...Yes?

[Maybe if he asks Akutagawa to say it first he'll survive. Or they'll both die.]

[bleakdog]

[Oh, no. He can't say it. He has no idea what the words would even be. His brows draw together briefly in confusion.]

Takiji, do you--

[No, he can't do it that directly. Uhhh.]

You . . . said you didn't dislike Rashomon holding onto you. But. Do you--like it?

[crabcanneryship]

...I like it.

[That's close enough for everyone to have the idea. Hopefully Akutagawa won't ask why.]

[bleakdog]

Oh.

[And Akutagawa flushes. Bewildered, confused, and a little turned on himself at the concept, he just stares for a long, tongue-tied moment.]

You mean--really? You like it like that? Why? [Sorry, Takiji.]

[crabcanneryship]

[WHAT DID I JUST SAY IN BRACKET TEXT

Takiji would probably be covering his face if he could right now. He would be sinking into the earth if he could manage that.]

I-I don't know why. I just - it's part of you, and I like you. I like being held by you normally...

[bleakdog]

[There doesn't have to be a reason. Akutagawa can accept that. In fact, he's quickly shifting from confusion to fascination. Takiji really likes Rashomon that much?]

That's what you thought of today? When I grabbed you.

[All Takiji thought was how good it felt . . . Experimentally, Akutagawa tightens Rashomon's grip around Takiji's chest again, just to make sure.]

[crabcanneryship]

[Even with Rashomon around Takiji's chest, he still has enough range of movement for his breath to hitch at being held more tightly. Akutagawa won't actually hurt him or keep him from breathing. Takiji's confident of that.]

I was - more surprised then, but. Yes.

[His fingers dig into his sides, a nervous fidgeting movement when he can't move much.]

[bleakdog]

Then you thought about it . . . all day?

[He's awed. No, he's floored. Rashomon cascades down from Takiji's forearms to twine through his fingers, a much more effusive gesture of fondness than Akutagawa's slightly widened eyes.]

[crabcanneryship]

It was a very distracting thought.

[Takiji has held Rashomon's 'hand' before, but this seems a little different than that night when he ran into Akutagawa on the street. More intimate. He curls his hand around Rashomon's tendrils.]

[bleakdog]

[Of course it is. Akutagawa is quite certain that he is going to be periodically distracted by this thought for the next--forever, maybe. But that's not for the moment, because it's not something he has to imagine.]

[What has Takiji been imagining exactly? He's being so dodgy. Shy, Akutagawa supposes, but he wants to know. He doesn't know how to do this; he's worried about doing it wrong.]

. . . How much do you want? [Or maybe:] How far can I go?

[crabcanneryship]

[It's hard not to be shy. But also, he knows Akutagawa doesn't have much experience. Not more than he does. And the both of them are afraid of overstepping their bounds.

Takiji wets his mouth and tries to speak without stumbling over his own words.]

...Can you... take me, like this?

[bleakdog]

[There is a long, long moment when Akutagawa just. Sits there. His expression doesn't change, he doesn't blink, he doesn't move. The only thing that happens is he gradually goes absolutely, unbelievably red.]

[Oh, he thinks, somewhat dizzily. At least now I know.]

[After a while, he manages a nod.]

Uh-huh.

[. . . HE'S STILL GONNA BE SHORT CIRCUITING FOR A MINUTE HERE THOUGH]

[crabcanneryship]

[Someone else might have laughed at Akutagawa here. Takiji understands his position too well to do anything like that, but he does recognize that it's funny how he can stun him into total stillness just by asking him to have sex with him.]

...I don't think I can take my clothes off like this.

[His arms are sort of useless right now.]

[bleakdog]

[The stunned silence has given way to a thoughtful one, which means that Akutagawa nods. He's heard, he understands; more than that, he thinks he knows what to do next, although he takes another few moments to think it all through.]

[Once he has, Rashomon pulls back, curling back into his coat as he pulls away and stands, loosening the cloth around his throat.]

You should get undressed and find a way to lie comfortably, I think. [While he wanders around the other side of the bed to fold the cloth and leave it on top of his dresser, then toe off his socks and unbutton his coat. That does seem to be all he wants rid of, though, clothing-wise.]

[crabcanneryship]

[Takiji undresses himself more completely - hoodie and all. They're deposited on the floor in a small pile, because he honestly doesn't care much about getting his clothes wrinkled right now.

Having done that, he settles on his back with his head resting on a pillow. It's as comfortable as he could expect, and he hasn't had much experience with this particular act to know exactly what's going to be sore in the morning, apart from the obvious.]

[bleakdog]

[If he's going to do this the way that Takiji wants, which he's incredibly dedicated to, he's going to have to leave the coat on. It's not ideal, but it's not terrible, either. An idle part of Akutagawa's mind wonders if Takiji will enjoy that, too. It's possible. What's certain is that getting completely undressed except for a heavy coat would just look silly, so he doesn't bother.]

[The most important thing he does on the way back to the bed is open a side drawer in his dresser and pull out a bottle of lube and a single, sealed condom. Which he bought, thanks, and aren't the same brand Musha apparently prefers, so take that.]

[These go on the bedside table. Akutagawa sits down next to Takiji, legs crossed, and looks him over, clearly pleased.]

You're comfortable now?

[crabcanneryship]

[On a particularly bad day, Takiji might keep his hoodie on and take everything else off. Don't call him out on looking silly when that happens.

Right now, Takiji smiles up at Akutagawa. He's blushing, but equally as pleased.]

Yes. You can go ahead.

[bleakdog]

[Well obviously it's not silly when Takiji does it? Nothing Takiji does is silly.]

[He's got such a nice smile. Akutagawa smiles back down at him, tentative but honestly pleased. He brushes the hair back from Takiji's forehead.]

All right.

[Out comes Rashomon, dark and red and crackling faintly with energy. It spreads over Takiji, shoulders to waist and thighs to ankles, with surprising efficiency, although it doesn't still, not yet. Akutagawa looks him over thoughtfully as it moves, playing with patterns, then with tautness.]

[In the end, he settles on something approximating netting rather than rope--fewer negative connotations, and he likes the way it looks. He leaves it tight, too, not enough to hurt but certainly snug.]

[As he brushes his hand over Takiji's stomach, Rashomon moves for him and reforms in the wake of his hand. He glances up to meet Takiji's eyes.]

How does that feel?

[crabcanneryship]

[Handcuffs would be more a problem than rope, and he would have made his objections to those clear - but the netting is thoughtful, comfortable. Takiji's glad that Akutagawa thinks about how to make him feel at ease.]

It's good. It doesn't hurt any.

[Rashomon all around him and over him is a comfort, not a threat.]

[bleakdog]

Good.

[That's so good. The corner of his mouth flickers again as he looks from Takiji's eyes down. It does look nice, he thinks, the way Takiji's arms press against his sides, how comfortable he looks despite being so confined.]

You're beautiful.

You want me to kiss you. [Not quite a question.]

[crabcanneryship]

Yes.

[It's not a question, just an acknowledgement of fact, but Takiji confirms it anyway, sighting softly.]

Please kiss me.

[bleakdog]

. . . I like when you say please.

[Soft and thoughtful, as he unfolds from his sitting position and crawls over Takiji. Takiji, who's still flushed and happy, still very beautiful. He'll never stop being too beautiful for words.]

[Akutagawa leans down and kisses him. This kiss is also soft and thoughtful, but probably not for long. There's something about this kind of kiss that helps him learn how Takiji's feeling--whether he's impatient or not--and learning that is what he wants right now.]