crowspace | call me out v. 12.0

[He tries sometimes.]

It still doesn't feel real to me. Let me kiss you more, maybe that will help.

[Another kiss, wow, it's like he wanted to kiss him anyway?]

I think that will help a lot.

[He raises his free hand to cup over Shuji's face, smiling into the kiss with a low, pleased sigh. He kisses Shuji sweetly, closing his eyes as he does so. Without the threat of people looking over, he feels at peace. Happy.]

[This is truly where he's meant to be.]

[Moving to be in private was absolutely a good idea. They can relax here, kiss slowly and sweetly without worrying about being seen and the embarrassment that comes with that.

Shuji scoots closer to Howard to make it easier to lean into his kiss, until his thigh bumps against Howard's. That's as close as he can get without being on his lap, which would definitely make Howard nervous again.

He murmurs against Howard's lips without pulling away.]

I love you.

I love you too.

[It's a warm, gentle feeling that he feels come over him, like someone has gone and wrapped him up in a blanket to keep him from the cold. His nervousness is melting away like snow. He cherishes each and every kiss, mumbling something about Shuji being beautiful as he continues to plant kiss after kiss on his lips.]

[It feels like being home... Which is sort of ridiculous to think, given that he is home right home. But that's the emotion kissing Howard gives him.

He runs his hands through Howard's hair. It's right there and there's a lot of it, and Shuji has never been able to resist playing with it when given the chance.]

[He murmurs when he feels Shuji's fingers slide through his hair - he's never been the type to allow people to play with it, but Shuji touching it now is nothing short of intoxicating.]

[He finds himself leaning in, smiling as he deepens the kiss. One of his hands slides to rest on Shuji's shoulder.]

[Shuji would stop if Howard told him to - but he's glad he didn't. Howard's hair, like the rest of Howard, is beautiful.

He leans into the kiss as much as he can. A soft sound that could have the start of a moan escapes his lips, and Shuji immediately looks self-conscious about it. Don't make it weird, Shuji!!]

[What a sweet sound.]

[He almost wants to chuckle at the sound of it, but he knows Shuji is as self-conscious as he is at the moment. Wanting to reassure Shuji, his fingers trace circles into the other's shoulder as he lets out a brief pleased sound of his own, his eyes lidded.]

[It's funny, he thinks, how nervous he was before. But kissing Shuji, all of that doesn't seem to matter anymore.]

[Shuji melts into Howard's touch, relaxing once he hears the same sound from Howard. He doesn't have to worry about weirding Howard out, he realizes. Not with this, not when all either of them wants to do is kiss.

He twirls a strand of Howard's hair around his finger before letting go so that he can gently rest his hand on Howard's cheek instead. His face is warm, or maybe that's just Shuji's skin heating up.]

[How long have they been kissing? He doesn't know. He doesn't care. They could kiss for an entire year at this point and Howard wouldn't mind.]

[Shuji's hand is warm, yet definitely cooler than the heat in his own cheeks - it's a nice feeling and he leans into it with a sound that almost sounds like a deep purr. It's like he's been waiting all his life to be touched like this.]

[Why stop at just a year? The rest of their lives would be fine.]

So cute. [It's a murmur against Howard's lips, appreciative of the lovely sounds he's making. Shuji strokes Howard's cheek with his thumb as he speaks.]

You're...the one who's cute.

[He pulls away, but only so that he can turn his head to place a kiss against Shuji's hand. And another. And yet another.]

I love you more than I can say.

Can't be cuter than you.

[The kisses to his hand make him smile, his heart beating faster. He rubs his thumb over Howard's bottom lip this time.]

I love you too. More than I could say in a hundred poems.

A hundred poems...?

[He huffs.]

I'd think I'd die of happiness just by hearing one.

[He really isn't thinking straight - with a murmur, he opens his mouth slightly so that Shuji's thumb slides further in, giving the tip of the finger a kiss.]

[Shuji was going to say something, maybe about how he deserves all one hundred - but then Howard does that with his mouth and it's all Shuji can do not to splutter. His face is bright red, he's sure - he can certainly feel it heating up.]

...I, I can't compose anything while you're doing that.

[He says that, but he doesn't pull his hand away, instead rubbing his thumb over the tip of Lovecraft's tongue.]

Doing what?

[This is...maybe going a bit far. But he opens his eyes wider and sees the bright red of Shuji's cheeks, and it makes Howard's heart race like nothing before. He's radiant. Does he even know how radiant he is...?]

[There's a quirk to the side of Howard's mouth as he licks over the tip of the other's thumb, his thin lips sucking down as he watches Shuji's reaction.]

[How could Shuji be thinking about his radiance or whatever when he's transfixed by Howard's mouth and tongue? He swallows a lump in his throat, hardly breathing.

When he does pull his hand away from and out of Howard's mouth, it's only so he can kiss Howard again, deeper and more fervent than before.]

[Okay, maybe this is the time to just pull away, they can kiss any time after all, Shuji's just been through an experience that almost took his life, and-]

[Well, all those thoughts are banished out of the window when Shuji kisses him. He lets out a surprised groan, a hand slipping around the other's head to grasp at his hair as he returns the kiss with the same fervor.]

[Sweet and soft kisses are wonderful, but Shuji is a creature of approximately 99% thirst. By the time he manages to pull away, he's flushed and gasping, hazy eyes fixed on Howard's mouth.]

That... I think...

[-we should stop now, is the reasonable conclusion of that sentence, but Shuji can't seem to sound it.]

What...?

[He swallows. He glances over the other, over his own hands, itching to touch and feel and move. What's...happening with him?]

I mean, this is...a lot. [He finally murmurs, placing a wet kiss against the side of Shuji's lips. He feels like he's drunk.] But...I don't mind a lot, you know...?

[Is this what people mean when they say they're drunk on love? It's not entirely love that's making Shuji's heart pound, though.]

I, I don't mind it either. Not when it's with you. I... think I really like a lot, with you.

[He presses a kiss to Howard's lips in return, then tilts his head so he can better kiss the side of Howard's neck.]

Oh.

[He doesn't think he's ever blushed this much in all his life. The kisses to his neck aren't helping. Howard mumbles, a stifled moan at the back of his throat.]

Just...just like that. [It has to be some kind of release of emotions from going through such a traumatic and sudden experience, a part of him thinks. Like a release of pent-up emotion, especially with their confessions - annnd he's really not thinking anymore past that. He trembles, his hand threading through Shuji's hair.] Please...

[It's a release of emotion, sure, but that doesn't mean he'll regret it when he's calmer.

Shuji kisses down Howard's neck, enjoying every sound and shudder he gets out of Howard. At the junction of neck and shoulder, he sucks gently, leaving a reddish mark in his wake.]

Shuji...

[The sudden, simple joy of happiness is very quickly getting replaced by something deeper, stinging, burning deep in his abdomen. He...always has wanted this, hasn't he? He's imagined this very scenario.]

[But now it's happening for real.]

[He moves his fingers back to himself, unbuttoning his own shirt so that he can slide it partially off his shoulders, allowing Shuji more area to work with.]

[Shuji has imagined this. Not often - it's uncomfortable picturing someone who Shuji thought would never return his feelings - and his fantasies didn't include the almost dying beforehand, but this general scenario, he's imagined.

Howard has given him an invitation, and he accepts it, sucking more hickeys onto Howard's shoulders.]

You're going to need to wear a high collar tomorrow.

[Murmured against Howard's skin. He doesn't think it'll be too much of a problem - he's not sure Howard owns that many low-neck shirts to begin with.]

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