( takasugi almost freezes again, dismayed at the way his abdomen jumps over the compliment, the way he throbs in rinne's palm. for a hot and horrifying moment, he thinks he might even lose himself right there. but there's no reason for him to be that simple in the face of rinne exploring his full length. is it the bond that paints them from their souls that's made him so much clumsier recently, or is it—
he teases his lip with a fang, and then puffs out a small laugh, mouth almost catching on the material rinne's wearing for how he leans in in turn. )
Cute? Hahah... At least call me cool.
( the technique is a bit awkward, but the pressure is new. maybe it's the angle, or simply the fact that he's so used to his own hand, but he can't say it's a bad thing when it's rinne's hold and tentative start that's making his thoughts so syrupy slow in comparison to his heartbeat. the effort is worth it. anything they've done in this small space, the tip-tap of shoes in another row beyond them becoming so distant to takasugi right now, is worth it. he can't see his hand anymore, but just feeling every slow tug sets his nerves alight.
he refuses to spill over so quickly, though, the fingertips holding tight to rinne's sides holding tighter.
and then, something just above a muted gasp escapes him. something he does his best to calm in rinne's shoulder. it isn't manly to make a sound like that. it isn't entirely right to give in so freely, either. but what can he do, when his composure is fracturing little by little in the presence and hands of someone he knows, for sure now, is dear? )
Ah—
( an unwitting plea that doesn't sound like him. he breathes hot air. )
That's, ah... good. You're doing fine. Always, so capable... Amagi-kun. But could you maybe, ... a little faster?
[Rinne’s face warms at the new sound, and his lip quivers at the words that kill whatever gave him the notion that this might be less than a footnote in their history. Takasugi always knows what to say before Rinne even asks for it. Praise. Reassurance. Requests that he is only too eager to fulfill. Rinne shifts his hold and speeds up, claws digging into Takasugi's shoulder as he crowds against him, hip to hip, to admire his work as it shudders beautifully in his hand.
His answer is barely above a whisper:]
Sure. Anything you want. Since you're so good to me.
[Then he stops, his grip a tight ring just below the head.]
Or you would be, but you keep showing off this body of yours, and frankly, I'm starting to think it's on purpose.
[The occupant in the next stall has long since left them. All they can hear now is their breaths, the rustle of fabric, and the undeniable beat beneath their ribs.]
for all the denial, there's still a spark of excitement. that thumb and forefinger at his tip, waiting, as the corner of takasugi's mouth curves. beads of sweat gather at his temple, where the pause is what gives him time to find his voice, stray strands of amaryllis-red tucking themselves past rinne's shoulder. he mutters back, and maybe rinne can hear the amusement in his voice. )
But... that's your type, isn't it? Someone adorable, with a charming physique. Don't think I haven't felt the pressure of your gaze any. Not that I mind.
( because of course he's been doing it on purpose. the satisfaction in seeing rinne appreciate every curve of muscle was too tempting to pass up. )
Go ahead and look all you want. And if it bothers you that much, then just lay claim to me in a different way. After all. I said I was yours, didn't I? And we both know... this world isn't kind enough to let us keep what we want, generally.
( he tilts his head, gently pressing a soft tongue against rinne's neck.
taking in the creamy scent of the summer sun on him before grazing teeth into thin skin, the bite closing over in a need to draw blood. )
[A gasp. The clench of his jaw. Then, a silent scream. Rinne rakes his claws down Takasugi's back as he struggles to keep quiet and upright. In the face of the man's desire and accusations, how could he? Takasugi, his type? That's just...
As far as physicality go, he wouldn't say it isn't true. Rinne just wishes he'd be a little easier to string along. A little gentler, too.]
You said you wanted me to edge you, you little—!
[The hand that was between his legs is now flat on Takasugi's stomach, torn between pushing away and keeping still. The metallic stench of blood fills his nostrils. His teeth itch. But where else would they go? He couldn't do that. Not a second time.
And yet—
His head throbs as he fights it. Takasugi's words ring terribly true. If they can't have the one thing they've both been chasing for, he should just...
He presses his open mouth into the column of his neck, fur be damned. His teeth never pierce the skin. He'll regret this later.]
( after that, he didn't actually expect him to try.
doing something he wants for himself, and not just for takasugi's benefit. takasugi won't regret this later. or will he? he isn't thinking about all that, really.
but the attempt has him pressing a smile into rinne's skin, the red nectar filling his mouth in tandem with teeth that tickle his fur. teeth that fill his chest with more warmth than he thought was possible. this is the only blood he's ever had that wasn't his, and takasugi casually wonders if the rest tastes just as sweet, even though he knows he won't experience it unless he loses himself to the soul's spite. for all the blood he's seen and spilled, now it's so dangerously compelling.
but, that drifting thought doesn't last for long. he realizes embarrassingly quick that all these exhilarating events are getting to his head. both of them, so to speak, where even a lack of hand doesn't matter with the taste of rinne in his mouth, and rinne willingly following through on his taunt. even the pain at his back is welcome, takasugi willing to murmur whatever rinne wants to hear as long as he doesn't let go.
his fingertips press down deeper, clutching to rinne so he won't wobble. he breathes in the sharp scent of iron, sweet and alive, head dizzy with a dull pounding. regardless of what rinne's hand is doing, he pushes his stomach towards him, the shape of him looking for friction. grazing against him as takasugi finally lets his hip thrust in, thinking on the way rinne had let his wrist jerk in the midst of his senses snapping back-and-forth.
and then, without him wanting to, it all tumbles out. )
Amagi-kun,
( a soft, breathy exhale into the muscle of rinne's tender neck, eyes finally screwing shut as he feels himself stain the body pressed close. )
[Rinne's eyes glaze over as Takasugi laps up the blood trickling down his neck, the warm, wet press of his tongue intoxicating. Whimpers and moans tickle spit-slick fur and skin. Niki was right. A kiss like this would be delicious, wouldn’t it? Rinne drools on the man's shoulder at the thought of it: Takasugi slipping past his lips to drink him in, Niki taking his tongue into his mouth, Hii—
…Huh?
Before Rinne can parse the filth in his mind, the friction from Takasugi's body jolts him back to the small, narrow space of this reality. There's a beautiful man in his arms, a beautiful body seeking the full weight of his own, and even as Rinne tries to meet his touch, it sounds like the man might break.
Then, Rinne hears his name, and his hips jerk. As Takasugi spills his want across Rinne's bloodstained shirt, Rinne's shame soaks the cotton of his pants. It's okay, though. At least he's not alone.
Without thinking, without any hesitation at all, Rinne brushes the stray strands of hair away from Takasugi's face.]
You good? Satisfied?
[His voice is gentle again, as if he had never been bitten, almost as if he were speaking to someone else entirely.]
( too gentle, maybe, for someone who just indulged his "boss".
but as takasugi's dull senses gradually return, there's the delicate brush of his bangs, and a voice welcoming him back.
it's a little embarrassing with how much he enjoys it, that red still staining his lips like the juice of a berry.
he struggles to find the words, feeling a little stunned for how all that tension releasing has made his legs weak. imprinting is a far more influential force than he ever thought it could be, maybe. or maybe he's just looking for an excuse right now. the urge to rethink things would be stronger if he wasn't distracted by literally everything else. the dampness of the fur on his neck. the returning noise outside this space. )
Ahh? ... Mmh, yeah.
( what a stupid thing to say in response. come on, shinsaku. find your footing. he releases his grip on rinne, idly hoping his nails left a mark. )
But, we'll have to grab you something new to wear, regardless of... uhm, everything we already discussed. And I'll buy it for you. Which, don't even bother arguing with me on that point.
( those intense reds of his flit away briefly before glancing into rinne's face proper, face still flushed. the usual itch between his ribs to push away is gone. )
[Rinne chuckles. Takasugi's usually so eloquent. Is this what imprinting with someone does to you? He doesn't want to believe it. That kindness, that boldness, that clumsiness with his affections — Rinne wants to believe it's all Takasugi.]
Heh. A gift? For me? Thanks, Prez.
[This, too, is something nothing else could spur Takasugi to do. Always spoiling him, always indulging his whims...
Now that Takasugi's calmed down, Rinne can finally see what else needs to be done. His brows furrow at the sight of blood. Did he look like this when he bit Niki? It's a little unsightly... but nothing he would turn anyone away for. Rinne grabs the back of his own shirt and yanks it over his head, fabric stretching over his muscular frame and broad shoulders. His body is not one typically built for dancing.
But that's neither here nor there. He uses whatever side of the shirt is dutifully wipe Takasugi's mouth dry.]
Someone's a messy eater. If you want a drink next time, just tell me. Eat what you wanna eat. [That's what Niki would say.] You can have my blood any day of the week♪
( the corner of his mouth turns down slightly. it's a nice view for sure, but that's only the first thing that crosses his mind.
does an idol need to be so ripped? he claims his ancestors isolated from the rest for protection, but one can clearly see the impact of that supposed desire in the lines of his body. there's something amiss below, too, but either of these things can be asked about some other time. for once, takasugi is obedient, his head bobbing sideways a bit as the cloth is pressed against his face. the reply comes in a quiet sulk: )
You make me sound like a child who can't even hold their head up. ... Even if it was messy.
( there's an urge to respond in kind, given he isn't unmoved by everything that just transpired. but when he glances down at his obi undone and hanging open, at the fact that he got lost in the torrent of their closeness again, takasugi knows for sure he's crossed another line in trying to know the other. what is he even doing, when these moments won't last? rinne shouldn't be promising him that freedom. not when takasugi is supposed to be guiding him through his dreams, instead of... all this.
and especially not when the memory of the failed bite at the soft of his neck still lingered.
his mind is clearing, enough to where he can tuck himself and start tying. all this can be cleared up with a shower. everything sticking to him, and every crazy thought trying to work its way in his head. arms, lazily fitting back into the sleeves of his kimono. the white jacket, easily working its way back onto his shoulders as he tries not to focus on the softness in rinne's movements, hushing his heart as best he can. )
Let me take care of you in turn. I'd prefer no one involved out there saw you leave like this. ( when it's his fault, partly. but also, the thought of others staring at rinne right now is vexing. ) What I get you will be better than what we leave behind. Stay here.
( takasugi presses a finger gingerly against the wound he's made, grateful at least, that carnivora like themselves heal easily. his lips crease in a thin line. )
[ Rinne watches as each piece of clothing slides across Takasugi's fair skin and hides his lean frame, rebuilding the image Rinne had of the man before their brief moment of weakness. Some things are easy to forget in the heat of the moment. Before anything else, Takasugi is a samurai, and samurai were supposed to protect the clan they had sworn an oath to. Rinne wants to refuse. He doesn't need protection when his wound will heal before they leave. But he can't leave the stall looking like this either, especially when Takasugi's touch tells him exactly where the wound is.
Rinne waves Takasugi's hand off with a grin, pushing down the urge to hold anything and keep him there. They both don't need that now. ]
Oh? You were shovin' me outta here just a minute ago, and now you're protecting little ol' me? Not that I mind you switchin' it up. [ His eyes crinkle at the corners, and the distance between their lips is close enough for Takasugi to catch the way his words drip like honey: ] Our CEO is sooo cool and dreamy.
[ In other words, go. Before Rinne does something else his elders told him not to do. ]
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( the soft honey he can't swallow isn't lost on him.
but takasugi's been selfish enough, hasn't he? he needs to hold back on any impulse. he needs to put everything inside of him that fell apart back together. )
That's exactly what I've been saying this whole time.
( he forces a quick smirk, like nothing is amiss, a pink still coloring his cheeks.
he's the type to savor the moment afterwards, to lean in and soothe himself with someone's presence, but that wouldn't be fair to anyone right now. and while takasugi also isn't kind enough to forget what he felt in this moment, he can help bring things back to normalcy, or whatever is normal for them at this point, that same hand coming down to pat rinne on the shoulder before he drives the curtain back to exit, tail and all.
if there's anything a bit unkempt about him still, like his rosy face and slightly tousled hair, it doesn't matter. it doesn't take long to spot a staff member to guide him, and takasugi approaches them with a peculiar golden glint in his eyes. )
Now, then. Could you show me the most eye-catching item you have, for someone of this size?
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Date: 2025-07-05 08:50 am (UTC)he teases his lip with a fang, and then puffs out a small laugh, mouth almost catching on the material rinne's wearing for how he leans in in turn. )
Cute? Hahah... At least call me cool.
( the technique is a bit awkward, but the pressure is new. maybe it's the angle, or simply the fact that he's so used to his own hand, but he can't say it's a bad thing when it's rinne's hold and tentative start that's making his thoughts so syrupy slow in comparison to his heartbeat. the effort is worth it. anything they've done in this small space, the tip-tap of shoes in another row beyond them becoming so distant to takasugi right now, is worth it. he can't see his hand anymore, but just feeling every slow tug sets his nerves alight.
he refuses to spill over so quickly, though, the fingertips holding tight to rinne's sides holding tighter.
and then, something just above a muted gasp escapes him. something he does his best to calm in rinne's shoulder. it isn't manly to make a sound like that. it isn't entirely right to give in so freely, either. but what can he do, when his composure is fracturing little by little in the presence and hands of someone he knows, for sure now, is dear? )
Ah—
( an unwitting plea that doesn't sound like him. he breathes hot air. )
That's, ah... good. You're doing fine. Always, so capable... Amagi-kun. But could you maybe, ... a little faster?
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Date: 2025-07-05 05:42 pm (UTC)His answer is barely above a whisper:]
Sure. Anything you want. Since you're so good to me.
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Date: 2025-07-05 06:01 pm (UTC)Or you would be, but you keep showing off this body of yours, and frankly, I'm starting to think it's on purpose.
[The occupant in the next stall has long since left them. All they can hear now is their breaths, the rustle of fabric, and the undeniable beat beneath their ribs.]
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Date: 2025-07-05 07:34 pm (UTC)for all the denial, there's still a spark of excitement. that thumb and forefinger at his tip, waiting, as the corner of takasugi's mouth curves. beads of sweat gather at his temple, where the pause is what gives him time to find his voice, stray strands of amaryllis-red tucking themselves past rinne's shoulder. he mutters back, and maybe rinne can hear the amusement in his voice. )
But... that's your type, isn't it? Someone adorable, with a charming physique. Don't think I haven't felt the pressure of your gaze any. Not that I mind.
( because of course he's been doing it on purpose. the satisfaction in seeing rinne appreciate every curve of muscle was too tempting to pass up. )
Go ahead and look all you want. And if it bothers you that much, then just lay claim to me in a different way. After all. I said I was yours, didn't I? And we both know... this world isn't kind enough to let us keep what we want, generally.
( he tilts his head, gently pressing a soft tongue against rinne's neck.
taking in the creamy scent of the summer sun on him before grazing teeth into thin skin, the bite closing over in a need to draw blood. )
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Date: 2025-07-05 08:59 pm (UTC)As far as physicality go, he wouldn't say it isn't true. Rinne just wishes he'd be a little easier to string along. A little gentler, too.]
You said you wanted me to edge you, you little—!
[The hand that was between his legs is now flat on Takasugi's stomach, torn between pushing away and keeping still. The metallic stench of blood fills his nostrils. His teeth itch. But where else would they go? He couldn't do that. Not a second time.
And yet—
His head throbs as he fights it. Takasugi's words ring terribly true. If they can't have the one thing they've both been chasing for, he should just...
He presses his open mouth into the column of his neck, fur be damned. His teeth never pierce the skin. He'll regret this later.]
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Date: 2025-07-05 11:58 pm (UTC)doing something he wants for himself, and not just for takasugi's benefit. takasugi won't regret this later. or will he? he isn't thinking about all that, really.
but the attempt has him pressing a smile into rinne's skin, the red nectar filling his mouth in tandem with teeth that tickle his fur. teeth that fill his chest with more warmth than he thought was possible. this is the only blood he's ever had that wasn't his, and takasugi casually wonders if the rest tastes just as sweet, even though he knows he won't experience it unless he loses himself to the soul's spite. for all the blood he's seen and spilled, now it's so dangerously compelling.
but, that drifting thought doesn't last for long. he realizes embarrassingly quick that all these exhilarating events are getting to his head. both of them, so to speak, where even a lack of hand doesn't matter with the taste of rinne in his mouth, and rinne willingly following through on his taunt. even the pain at his back is welcome, takasugi willing to murmur whatever rinne wants to hear as long as he doesn't let go.
his fingertips press down deeper, clutching to rinne so he won't wobble. he breathes in the sharp scent of iron, sweet and alive, head dizzy with a dull pounding. regardless of what rinne's hand is doing, he pushes his stomach towards him, the shape of him looking for friction. grazing against him as takasugi finally lets his hip thrust in, thinking on the way rinne had let his wrist jerk in the midst of his senses snapping back-and-forth.
and then, without him wanting to, it all tumbles out. )
Amagi-kun,
( a soft, breathy exhale into the muscle of rinne's tender neck, eyes finally screwing shut as he feels himself stain the body pressed close. )
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Date: 2025-07-06 04:16 pm (UTC)…Huh?
Before Rinne can parse the filth in his mind, the friction from Takasugi's body jolts him back to the small, narrow space of this reality. There's a beautiful man in his arms, a beautiful body seeking the full weight of his own, and even as Rinne tries to meet his touch, it sounds like the man might break.
Then, Rinne hears his name, and his hips jerk. As Takasugi spills his want across Rinne's bloodstained shirt, Rinne's shame soaks the cotton of his pants. It's okay, though. At least he's not alone.
Without thinking, without any hesitation at all, Rinne brushes the stray strands of hair away from Takasugi's face.]
You good? Satisfied?
[His voice is gentle again, as if he had never been bitten, almost as if he were speaking to someone else entirely.]
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Date: 2025-07-06 05:05 pm (UTC)but as takasugi's dull senses gradually return, there's the delicate brush of his bangs, and a voice welcoming him back.
it's a little embarrassing with how much he enjoys it, that red still staining his lips like the juice of a berry.
he struggles to find the words, feeling a little stunned for how all that tension releasing has made his legs weak. imprinting is a far more influential force than he ever thought it could be, maybe. or maybe he's just looking for an excuse right now. the urge to rethink things would be stronger if he wasn't distracted by literally everything else. the dampness of the fur on his neck. the returning noise outside this space. )
Ahh? ... Mmh, yeah.
( what a stupid thing to say in response. come on, shinsaku. find your footing. he releases his grip on rinne, idly hoping his nails left a mark. )
But, we'll have to grab you something new to wear, regardless of... uhm, everything we already discussed. And I'll buy it for you. Which, don't even bother arguing with me on that point.
( those intense reds of his flit away briefly before glancing into rinne's face proper, face still flushed. the usual itch between his ribs to push away is gone. )
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Date: 2025-07-06 06:10 pm (UTC)Heh. A gift? For me? Thanks, Prez.
[This, too, is something nothing else could spur Takasugi to do. Always spoiling him, always indulging his whims...
Now that Takasugi's calmed down, Rinne can finally see what else needs to be done. His brows furrow at the sight of blood. Did he look like this when he bit Niki? It's a little unsightly... but nothing he would turn anyone away for. Rinne grabs the back of his own shirt and yanks it over his head, fabric stretching over his muscular frame and broad shoulders. His body is not one typically built for dancing.
But that's neither here nor there. He uses whatever side of the shirt is dutifully wipe Takasugi's mouth dry.]
Someone's a messy eater. If you want a drink next time, just tell me. Eat what you wanna eat. [That's what Niki would say.] You can have my blood any day of the week♪
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Date: 2025-07-07 05:03 am (UTC)does an idol need to be so ripped? he claims his ancestors isolated from the rest for protection, but one can clearly see the impact of that supposed desire in the lines of his body. there's something amiss below, too, but either of these things can be asked about some other time. for once, takasugi is obedient, his head bobbing sideways a bit as the cloth is pressed against his face. the reply comes in a quiet sulk: )
You make me sound like a child who can't even hold their head up. ... Even if it was messy.
( there's an urge to respond in kind, given he isn't unmoved by everything that just transpired. but when he glances down at his obi undone and hanging open, at the fact that he got lost in the torrent of their closeness again, takasugi knows for sure he's crossed another line in trying to know the other. what is he even doing, when these moments won't last? rinne shouldn't be promising him that freedom. not when takasugi is supposed to be guiding him through his dreams, instead of... all this.
and especially not when the memory of the failed bite at the soft of his neck still lingered.
his mind is clearing, enough to where he can tuck himself and start tying. all this can be cleared up with a shower. everything sticking to him, and every crazy thought trying to work its way in his head. arms, lazily fitting back into the sleeves of his kimono. the white jacket, easily working its way back onto his shoulders as he tries not to focus on the softness in rinne's movements, hushing his heart as best he can. )
Let me take care of you in turn. I'd prefer no one involved out there saw you leave like this. ( when it's his fault, partly. but also, the thought of others staring at rinne right now is vexing. ) What I get you will be better than what we leave behind. Stay here.
( takasugi presses a finger gingerly against the wound he's made, grateful at least, that carnivora like themselves heal easily. his lips crease in a thin line. )
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Date: 2025-07-07 08:00 am (UTC)Rinne waves Takasugi's hand off with a grin, pushing down the urge to hold anything and keep him there. They both don't need that now. ]
Oh? You were shovin' me outta here just a minute ago, and now you're protecting little ol' me? Not that I mind you switchin' it up. [ His eyes crinkle at the corners, and the distance between their lips is close enough for Takasugi to catch the way his words drip like honey: ] Our CEO is sooo cool and dreamy.
[ In other words, go. Before Rinne does something else his elders told him not to do. ]
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Date: 2025-07-07 02:23 pm (UTC)but takasugi's been selfish enough, hasn't he? he needs to hold back on any impulse. he needs to put everything inside of him that fell apart back together. )
That's exactly what I've been saying this whole time.
( he forces a quick smirk, like nothing is amiss, a pink still coloring his cheeks.
he's the type to savor the moment afterwards, to lean in and soothe himself with someone's presence, but that wouldn't be fair to anyone right now. and while takasugi also isn't kind enough to forget what he felt in this moment, he can help bring things back to normalcy, or whatever is normal for them at this point, that same hand coming down to pat rinne on the shoulder before he drives the curtain back to exit, tail and all.
if there's anything a bit unkempt about him still, like his rosy face and slightly tousled hair, it doesn't matter. it doesn't take long to spot a staff member to guide him, and takasugi approaches them with a peculiar golden glint in his eyes. )
Now, then. Could you show me the most eye-catching item you have, for someone of this size?