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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?

[ He whines at that, at the way Ayato's breath brushes over his ear and his voice rings through his ear, and promptly goes even redder when he realizes the noise he just made. This is bullying and yet there's a hot moment that's plainly obvious on his face where Thoma considers just picking Ayato up so he can carry him back to his apartment and- ]

[ And he'd absolutely die if anyone saw them like that but also he's dying now. ]

[ His mumble is quiet, voice lowered for just Ayato to hear because he couldn't handle anyone else hearing him. ]

If I don't restrain myself just a little now, we won't make it back to my apartment.

{ thankfully, he does keep quiet at that, seemingly pleased by the answer if the way he squeezes thoma's hand is anything to go by.

he only lets go when they reach the teleporter, wasting no time in inputting the details for nightwake so they can go back to the apartments. but, right before he hits the enter key (and after checking no one else will be able to hear) he has one last thing to add: }

I'll bear that in mind for the future.

{ it probably sounds as much like a threat as it does a promise. }

[ It's absolutely both and the last thing Ayato probably sees before they teleport is the way Thoma's face flushes bright red. ]

[ How he manages to get them back to his apartment without 'not restraining himself' in some tucked away corner is nothing short of miracle. It doesn't last long at all once they're through the door though, because it only takes a quick glance toward a certain spot in the room before he's tugging Ayato straight for the bathroom. ]

[ Desperately trying to pretend he's not blushing all the harder as he murmurs. ]

Rui's not home.

{ just like clockwork.

but as soon as they're through the door, ayato is trying to toe off one shoe as thoma is doing that glance to see if rui is home. one shoe is off, and just as he's starting on the second he's pulled. it's probably one of his least graceful moments as he trips over the one shoe he did get off, accidentally kicking it aside, and stumbling along after him. }

Ah--

[ Thoma's quick to reach out an arm at least, turning to catch the other man before he can fall with some confusion. He glances down to see what Ayato could have tripped on and- ah. ]

[ His eagerness is getting him into trouble again. ]

Oh- here, let me help.

[ Is Thoma about to get down on his knees to take off Ayato's shoes for him with a delicacy that belies how flustered he is, absolutely. ]

{ in all fairness, his eagerness is entirely ayato's fault. he purposefully laid the groundwork for this to happen, he shouldn't be surprised. }

You still need to take your own off. { it's quiet though, eyes lidding as he watches the gentle way thoma moves to help. he's in good enough hands that he can turn some of his attention to the wet gloves, peeling those off and tossing them to the floor beside that already removed shoe.

he was trying to be kind enough to leave most of the articles of clothing that had been drenched by the doorway, careful to not step it into the apartment. }

[ Thoma is an avid support of #AyatoDidNothingWrong, even if he's a frequent victim of it. ]

[ And it's with a surprisingly serious tone that Thoma uses when he looks up to face Ayato, the other man's shoe fully off and in hand now. ]

My lord, with all due respect, I don't have nearly enough patience to get my boots off until you are either in the shower or on my bed.

[ His ears might be burning red as he says that but please, he's only human. ]

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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...

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