crowspace | call me out v. 12.0

[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.]

That's... [He has to shudder, the sting of Shuji's mouth mixing in deliciously with pleasure.] That's absolutely fine.

[Mark me. I am yours.]

Shuji, please... [He lets out a low moan - his hands slide over the other's chest, grasping the fabric of his shirt.]

Keep going.

[Howard could ask him to do anything, and if he moaned like that Shuji would move heaven and earth to make it happen.

He yanks his own shirt over his head - no sexy teasing, he's not capable of that kind of patience right now.]

You can do it too - if, if you want to.

[He knows he wants Howard to.]

[The sight of Shuji's bare chest, so pristine and smooth, is enough to send another sudden jolt of heat down into his abdomen. He swallows, before he leans forward to press his thin lips against the other's collarbone.]

[A couple more kisses, like he's trying it out, before he moves to an area of skin above the bone to bite down gently - with a low noise, he sucks down to produce a lovely shade of red.]

[All the scars and scratches Shuji once had have long been healed by ink, so the mark Howard leaves is the only one on him. Perfect.

Shuji moans, burying his hands in Howard's hair before he even thinks about the motion.]

God... do that again? Please?

[He doesn't think he'll have to try very hard to convince Howard to bite him again.]

...Of course.

[He doesn't want to see Shuji hurt, by any means, but leaving behind these lover's bites is perfectly satisfactory in Howard's mind. It's the way to show, physically, how much he loves the other man. He mumbles at the hands in his hair, the heat in his cheeks moving into his ears.]

[He moves up and bites down again, fingernails digging into the sides of Shuji's arms.]

[The groan when Howard bites him again is loud and unmistakably from pleasure as much as pain, if not more so.

Today Shuji learns that he's a tiny bit of a masochist.]

Feels too good...

[He pets Howard's hair, an automatic motion while his brain is focused only on Howard's mouth, his teeth, his tongue.]

I-I'm glad.

[Glad that Shuji feels this good, glad that he's the one who makes him feel this good. He inhales a quick breath, licking over the bite as he runs the edge of his teeth up his neck.]

Touch me more... [A sigh.] Please.

[Shuji doesn't answer verbally. Instead he takes Howard by the shoulders and gently pushes him back, until Howard is lying on the couch and Shuji is hovering over him.

This is definitely too much too soon, but Shuji doesn't care. Not when Howard asked him for more, please.

He pushes the bottom hem of Howard's shirt up so he can lay more kisses on Howard's stomach and chest, even grazing his tongue over a nipple.]

[Oh.]

[This is definitely going places. Places that Howard is liking more than he thinks he should. As Shuji places his lips against his thin stomach, he bites down on his lower lip. More. More.]

[When the other's tongue brushes against his nipple, he lets out a low, plaintive whine, his cheeks instantly heating up in visible shame.]

[It's going excellent places. Places that make Howard whine like that and make Shuji want to explore those places even more.

He kisses one nipple, then the other, alternates between sucking on them and soothing them with his tongue. His expression, should Howard catch a glimpse of it, is nothing less than enraptured.

As he does, he brings one of his knees forward to lightly rub between Howard's legs. He knows how he's feeling - more than a little excited - but he needs to know if Howard feels the same.]

Mmhm.

[He manages to muffle the sound by biting down on his lip harder. This almost isn't fair. Shuji is giving him so much attention, with his mouth, with that knee between his legs - he feels his cock twitch upwards in his pants at the friction, and he glances away in embarrassment.]

Shuji...you know exactly what you're doing...

[Not that that's a bad thing. With a whimper, he snakes one of his legs to Shuji's back, tugging him closer.]

Yeah. [It's soft agreement, not really meaning anything as Howard pulls him closer, pulls his body flush on top of his. He reorients himself, pulling himself upward so that he can mouth at Howard's neck and rub his hips against Howard's.

It's obvious that Howard's not the only one getting excited.]

But if you have any - haaah, other suggestions, I'll listen...

[He's not so distracted by the heat that grinding against Howard's groin gives him that he can't listen to Howard, even though it is very distracting.]

I want...

[This is shameful. There's the rush of thoughts in the back of his head, saying no, this is too early, he almost died, you shouldn't be enjoying something like this, but it's becoming so easy to ignore with the way Shuji's body moves against his. He groans, his pants feeling already painfully tight the more the other's hips move against him.]

I want you. God. Please. [He looks up at Shuji with wide, imploring eyes - one of his hands tangles in Shuji's hair.] Just...take me.

[Maybe it's partly because Shuji almost died that he's throwing himself into this, but mostly it's because Howard is beautiful and Shuji loves him, loves making him moan and shudder like this.

His eyes widen when he hears Howard's request, and he presses his hips hard against him before he has to speak-]

Can we take this to the bedroom?

[Moving is an unpleasant thought, but it'll be more comfortable on a bed, and... also Shuji doesn't have any lube in the living room, so. That's an important thing to have.]

Yes.

[He breathes it like a starving man who has just been told about a buffet. His body is heated, perspiration starting to form on his forehead. He needs this more than anything else at the moment, leaving behind all his common sense.]

[He meets Shuji's lips with his own in a hungry kiss.]

Let's go. I...want nothing more.

[It's difficult to stop kissing Howard, but for Howard he can manage to pull away and rise on shaky legs. He grabs Howard's hand to help him up and to make it easy to lead him to his bedroom (all of five feet away).

His bedroom is pretty plain, all told - there's a lot of books, and more importantly there's a very comfortable bed. Shuji lets go of Howard's hand to open a nightstand drawer and pull out a bottle of lube, then settles on the bed.]

[He instantly misses the feeling of Shuji's mouth, though as the other moves away he is all the more painfully aware of his own arousal. He trembles as he moves to follow his boyfriend into the bedroom, squeezing his hand as he watches him move away to get the lube.]

[He feels his heart is stuck in his throat. A hand moves down to sort of shield his groin, even though he knows he really shouldn't be this self-conscious about it.]

[Howard lets out a huff.]

H-how would you like me?

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