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I need an umbrella.

{ that's it, that's the message, along with a location attached to the message.

he forgot that it's been raining a lot more lately and should have been more careful, but now he's at blossomcrown park huddled under a tree with no other shelter in sight. }

[ My lord?? ]

[ And yet Thoma responds promptly and without question. ]

I'll be right there.

[ And just like that, he grabs a pair of umbrellas and starts running straight for the given location, eyes scanning for his friend's figure as he keeps one umbrella over himself so he doesn't get scolded for letting himself get wet. ]

Ayato-!

{ he's had a lot on his mind, the necessity of taking an umbrella had been the last thing on his mind as he'd left the apartment that morning.

and by the time thoma finds him, his arms are curled around himself, his hair is partially sticking to his face and already wet from the rain.

the rain's had time to make itself known too, because no matter where thoma had been he'd need time to make his way over and the branches of the tree only do so much to help. his skin feels as though it itches, a compulsion for warmth of another driven by an unseen force that he blinks a few times as thoma comes into focus through the rain.

yet he barely thinks anything of it, since the thought of wanting to hold hands or kiss the other has been prominent in his thoughts for 3 weeks by now.

he sighs in relief as thoma makes his way over, and ayato doesn't even give him time to put up another umbrella before he's ducking under the same one. }

I was worried you were too busy.

[ Ayato when isn't there a lot on his mind. ]

[ It's with relief that he spots the other man, a slight pang hitting his heart at the sight of Ayato soaked like this. It doesn't strike him as odd in the least that Ayato simply steps under his umbrella rather than taking the second one from his hand- goodness knows how long he's been waiting out here in the rain like this! ]

[ The second umbrella is hooked on the curve of his elbow so he can free up a hand to hold against Ayato's cheek, checking the man's temperature with clear worry in his gaze. ]

I'll always make time for you, Ayato. But we should get you inside, you could catch a cold if you stay out here in these wet clothes!

[ It's without a second thought that he keeps himself close to Ayato and puts up a shield around them both, for the heat rather than the protection this time. At the same time he offers that free hand to Ayato, freely and willingly offering himself as a heater in the cooled environment. ]

Edited 2023-04-15 09:08 (UTC)

{ there was certainly one moment in recent history...

and at least the tree had offered some shelter, it may not have been much but his coat has thankfully taken the brunt of the rain, his inner clothes still stay relatively dry. it likely isn't as bad as it looks from first glance.

and as soon as thoma's hand is on his skin he can't stop himself from leaning into it, going so far as pressing his own hand on the outside of it, wet glove holding him in place.

it's funny that despite being wet and cold outside, he'd already felt relatively warm before the shield goes up. and there's definitely something in the way that despite that warmth surrounding him now, the touch against his face doesn't feel like enough.

his lips tingle. and he knows he's staring at thoma's mouth as it's curved with worry at the state he's in. }

Wait-

{ it's a good job only thoma is there to hear that plea, but his head feels foggy and it's as though there's only one thing he can think about when he should be listening. he could get a chill from being out like this. }

[ Ayato's hand rests over his and the internal fretting increases at just how cold he feels. Had he taken that long to find his lord, or had his lord not called upon him until he was well-drenched and in need of assistance...? ]

[ But then all thoughts on cause are lost when Ayato speaks again and Thoma narrows his focus back to the effects. On his cold friend whose eyes seem like they're not quite focusing on him, and that brings about a worry that gets him to lean in, trying to get a better look to see if a fever has already taken him. ]

Ayato... ?

{ it's likely a mix of both, but it's too late to take it back now.

now that the rain has already seeped into his clothes, rolls down his skin in droplets as the remnants give in to gravity, there's no point in thinking about what he should have done. his eyes flutter, he swallows. }

Thoma-- { and when the other leans in to get a better look, ayato's eyes flutter open again he'll see there's a lot more focus than before. it's like he zones in on his eyes for a moment, then drop to his mouth and he exhales. } --I'm sorry. { the words likely seem as though he means for getting caught in the rain. maybe it partially is even if he doesn't know the urge is worse because of it.

his self restraint crumbles because of it. crumbles because of how close they are already. }

I can't seem to restrain myself anymore-- { it comes with a confidence that he won't be rejected, but no confidence that he knows what he's doing, that he's figured out how to make this work. worry that he'll have to have another conversation of back home vs here and he has way too many thoughts that are squashed and pushed to the back of his mind as his other hand reaches out to grip onto whatever clothes he can reach--thoma's jacket--and pull him in.

it likely feels as though it's going to be rough from the way the tug happens, but when he leans to press his mouth against thoma's it's soft. his lips are trembling and he's pretty sure it isn't from the cold even if he wants to have better control of himself.

and the sigh he lets out against his mouth is relieved, like he's been waiting weeks--and in a way he has--for his mouth to make its way home again. }

Aya-

[ He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking about something like this happening. But those had all been nonsense late night fantasies, buried in half-shame underneath his pillow for fear that somehow someone could hear his thoughts. Impossible scenarios he'd play over with that shallow amount of hope he had that their encounter could have somehow turned into something more. Allowed something more. ]

[ But those memories and his imagination aren't able to compare in the least to what actually kissing Ayato again is like. There's no way they could have, there's no way anything could when Ayato's lips find his. His fret and worry and concern are wiped from his mind from the pure surprise of his lord's hand on his jacket and lips on his and he knows that there's nothing else he could do but fall hard for him, just like he'd already had. ]

[ Where Ayato's lips and hands are cold and soft, his are warm and eager; he doesn't push the kiss past this gentle touch, but he meets it with a slow heat of interest and desire and want for the man in front of him. Where Ayato shivers, he whimpers in holding himself back from letting the heat of his desire consume them both. ]

{ the hand holding thoma's against his face drops down, hovering in the air for a moment, before it reaches to carefully curl around the back of thoma's neck. his fingers delve into his hair, pulling gently at the strands as he tries to find purchase.

the effects of the rain have certainly worn off by now, the first touch more than enough for it. yet, despite that, he finds his mouth moving more firmly. it isn't heated with desire, but it isn't without a tone of want behind it. it's just a sweeter kind of want. a feeling of wanting to put what he can't put into words easily into the kiss itself.

it's for only you }

[ Ayato please you are literally dangling water in front of an extremely thirsty man. ]

[ These sweet kisses are an addiction, stealing away his breath and his mind in one fell swoop. He'll take whatever Ayato gives him, any of it, all of it, if he can have it. ]

Can I... ?

{ when he breaks away, eyes still closed and breathing slowly despite the pounding of his heart in his chest, he makes a small noise in the back of his throat. it's almost amused, the best he can do when he's dazed. }

Can you what? { he exhales, and his eyes flutter open finally, to give thoma perhaps the most open look of adoration he's likely ever allowed for himself. } Was that not clear enough?

[ The sound Ayato makes tickles in his ear with how close they are, but it's the look he gives him that hypnotizes. Makes the words he's about to say catch in his mouth and, just for a moment, all he can do is draw in a breath and just. Look at Ayato, with a soft gaze that puts all of his emotions so obviously on his sleeve. ]

[ He swallows down some of the emotion, his voice dropping down to a whisper because he's just as afraid of breaking this moment as he has been about breaking... everything. ]

Can I... stop restraining myself as well?

{ he can feel a shiver run down the back of his neck, very aware it's likely not due to the rain at all.

he daren't look away, even if the look thoma is giving him makes his heart pound so loud in his ears the whisper feels almost drowned out. }

Thank you for being patient with me. { the quiet admission is because he has made him wait weeks, since what happened before. and all he can think to do is thank him for waiting, between all the looks he's tried to keep to himself, most likely, ayato's eyes hadn't missed one of them. } You can do whatever you want, Thoma.

{ he very likely does not recognise the implication that has yet, he just doesn't want him to feel he has to ask permission every step of the way here. }

[ It takes two to tango and Thoma's not terribly proud of his own part in this cyclical dance of theirs. He'd hesitated over and over to say something sooner, contented himself with their quiet moments spent holding hands per the touch needs of this place, and day by day tried to build up the courage to talk to Ayato. And day after day, he'd kept quiet. Kept his feelings to himself. Just like he always had. ]

[ To hear his lord tell him now that he could do whatever he wanted... ]

[ Ayato that's dangerous. ]

[ He draws in another breath and all he can get out is a hopelessly infatuated murmur of Ayato's name before he's leaning in to kiss him. ]

[ No wishing bone(r), no effect of the kissing rain. Just Thoma's own need, warm and soft. ]

{ in all fairness to him, thoma had been rather open about it. perhaps not intentionally, but every hint, every moment of indulgence, had been incredibly loud and clear despite his wishes to perhaps keep quiet about it.

it had taken less than a week for him to realise he definitely wanted this too. it took much longer to work out the logistics of it. even now, as he gives in to those wishes, he still doesn't know what else to do with it.

ayaka's words have haunted him though, that she returned and forgot everything about nippon. about cloud. and while he doesn't want to forget this, he doesn't want to be foolish by not taking a chance because that could happen. and if he did remember, would it be worth the pain if thoma didn't?

yes. yes, it would.

especially when he listens to the way thoma says his name now. his lips part, ready for another kiss, pliant and ready as their mouths press together again. he makes a noise in the back of his throat, a quiet plea for more. }

[ Who could have guessed that trying to hide secrets from your closest friend who knows you best wouldn't work, certainly not Thoma. ]

[ More. ]

[ Thoma is more than glad to give him just that, hungry as he is for this. He presses into the kiss with a small groan, umbrella falling forgotten beside them out of his need to touch Ayato with both of his hands, to curl an arm around his waist so he can pull him up close and feel the comfort of having Ayato in his arms. To reassure him that this isn't some particularly creative dream he's in once more. ]

[ Funny, how the rain does nothing to cool his desires, nor heat them further; there's just no way he could want to be kissing his lord more than he already does. Each kiss he takes, deep and warm, steals his breath away more and more and builds his desires higher. He could drown in this, kissing Ayato here and now, burying his own breathy moans of need against his lips. ]

[ It already feels like he is drowning. ]

{ his brow furrows as rain patters on his face and hair again, a noise of protest sneaking to the back of his throat before he can help it. it is entirely only due to the rain though, which hopefully the hand that had been gripping thoma's jacket for dear life moving to curl around the back of thoma's neck as well will prove. he doesn't want the kissing to stop--he wants the rain to stop.

and as if on cue, he has to pull his mouth away suddenly, head twisting to sneeze into his own shoulder.

how romantic. }

Perha-- { and then he's clearing his throat, trying to get it back to normal when it cracks. } Perhaps we should continue this somewhere warmer?

{ they're both going to end up ill at this rate. }

[ One moment he's wrapped up in their world of two, unable to register the rain falling around them because of the feeling of Ayato's lips against his, and the next... ]

[ Sorry Ayato but he's chuckling a little helplessly at how cute he thinks even that sneeze is. His face might still be flushed, but at least he has enough of his mind back that he reaches out to pick up that fallen umbrella, keeping his other hand around Ayato's waist. ]

I'm feeling plenty warm as is but... a little drier might be nice.

{ his eyes snap back to thoma's as he laughs, as though he was going to be annoying for being laughed at--but he can't stay that way, not when he's flushed and already reaching for the umbrella for them both.

and it's incredibly nice he still hasn't let go, even if ayato has to let his own hand drop to give thoma space to move. }

Let's go to your apartment.

{ it sounds a lot more suggestive than he intends, but megumi is staying on their couch now and he doesn't want a teenager interrupting when he wants them to keep kissing. }

[ Your apartment. ]

[ He flushes a bit more at that suggestion, and hopefully it's not a bad thing that he lets himself hope it's meant to be suggestive. Because right now, raising the umbrella rather uselessly over them both and looking at Ayato again, he can't help but lean in for a stolen kiss while thinking of the many, many more he'd like to steal away. ]

Mm... let's go.

[ And try very hard not to traumatize newly arrived teenagers. ]

{ there's no surprise this time when thoma leans in again, and yet again the kiss eases that tingling on his lips from another set of rainwater does to him. he sniffles, free hand reaching to pull at his collar that feels stuck to his skin. perhaps a downside to wearing turtlenecks but not a coat that covers the same area. his hair is soaked enough that the water just seeps from that and into the fabric of his clothes more.

and then he's leaning in closer, trying to keep out of the rain and under the shared umbrella. }

At least it isn't too far from here.

{ the teleporter isn't anyway, and it's very possible the centre of the city isn't even raining compared to here. }

[ His arm curls just that little more tighter around Ayato, sharing his body warmth with him as he turns them to head for the teleporter. There's a flash of worry at just how cold and wet he begins to realize Ayato feels against him, and any desire to delay their return is dashed away easily in light of duty. ]

[ He could offer the other umbrella he'd brought but then Ayato wouldn't be able to use him as a personal space heater to keep warm. That was clearly the only reason for this. ]

I hope I didn't keep you waiting out here too long- you're soaked through.

There was a downpour.

{ which hopefully explains it. it really wasn't anything to do with timing at all. if it's anyone's fault, it's ayato's for forgetting an umbrella to begin with. he doesn't forget every time, but since what happened with kaveh on their quest the other day he's been a lot more distracted.

at least he slowed down the amount of quests he was taking on.

his hand shifts from pulling at his collar finally, dropping until it can curl over thoma's. there's a light pull, an ease of pressure, and then he's tucking his fingers between and holding thoma's hand to his own body.

and the next time he speaks, his voice is lower. this time it is suggestive. }

And here I thought you'd be rushing to get me home and undressed.

[ Ayato remains the reigning champion in how quickly and easily he can fluster Thoma, the likely expected blush running across his cheeks like a lightning bolt. His hand feels exceptionally warm from where Ayato is holding him and if it were possible for a hand to blush, his probably would. ]

[ If his steps start to quicken a bit before he catches how predictably he's reacting, that is absolutely Ayato's fault. ]

I'm- O-Of course, I want to-!

Get you warmed u- dried off! I mean!

[ Ayato please he's a dying man and they have to go all the way back to his apartment. ]

{ holding his hand right beforehand may have partially been for this, though a good amount of it is to do with the pain in his side, there's a great deal more to be said for how thoma reacts to things. if it had been delightful before, now he's more aware of his own stance on this and can press on the subject of it, it's magnificent.

he's laughing under his breath at the quicker steps, the way he has to catch himself.

he is not helping when he leans in a little more, breath hot against his ear, so he can speak to him directly. }

What happened to not restraining yourself?

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omg that was supposed to be annoyed not annoying...

Forever haunted by typo

that's what i get for tagging first thing in the morning

late night me has the same problem it's okay

it's funny because i'm actually a morning person...