[ He wants to experiment with his tongue, but Fushimi can read Misaki's body language, how he's hanging onto him like he doesn't know what's what. It means he should stop and wait for him to catch up. He opens his mouth, wondering what to say. ]
Shut up. [ He tries to scowl, Yata hates feeling so inexperienced when they're the same age. So before Fushimi can say anything else he kisses him. Except he kisses like he's picking a fight, with more than a little bit of teeth involved. ]
[ It catches him by surprise when he bites him, the kiss rough and entertaining and more of Misaki than he could ever imagine. It excites him. Fushimi turns his head into it, opening his mouth a little even as his fingers dig into Misak's hair. A tug, and he jerks his head back so he can press his mouth to the spot beneath his chin. ]
[ Normally, hair pulling would make him complain about cheap moves. But for some reason it sent an unfamiliar shiver through him now. It even surprises him when his next exhalation is a little unsteady. How can something like kissing effect him this much? ]
'm still me, the only thing that's changed is the kissing. [ Mumbled ]
We can do more than kiss. [ Fushimi isn't subtle at all, gently working his fingers deeper into Misaki's hair so that they rub at his scalp. A glance at the floor where he'd dropped his school bag, and he looks back at him. ] I came prepared.
Wh-what?! [ But they're both guys! How does that even work?! His cheeks heat up impossibly at the idea that his best friend had been planning for this possibility. ]
It's printed. I assumed you would understand that better before we tried it.
[ He squints just a little, glasses still somewhere off to the side, and Fushimi moves off him to retrieve several pages from his bag, which he promptly hands to Misaki before sitting on the bed again. ]
[ He reads it quietly, but Fushimi can watch the progress of his face getting redder as he continues reading. How is this even a thing?! Where did Fushimi even find this information?! And finally... ]
[ Fushimi shrugs, not particularly bothered by the mechanics of it; it didn't take much when he really thought about it, and he'd had a while to adjust to the idea. ]
I don't have a problem with it. Penetration can be eased by lubricant, and I brought that too. [ A pause, hands in his lap. ] I want to give you my virginity, Misaki.
[ This kiss is welcome, but the words are not. Fushimi doesn't move to reciprocate, letting Misaki kiss him and just gripping at the edge of his shirt in return. ]
[ He lets him go, reaching around Misaki to retrieve his glasses. Fushimi doesn't put them on though; he simply folds them closed and clenches them in his hand. ]
Well I dunno when I'll be ready. I never even thought about kissing anyone before today so it's just kinda fast is all.
[ He draws up his knees a bit and doesn't try to reach out to Fushimi again. Yata just doesn't understand how he could expect him to be okay with the idea of sex so quickly. ]
[ He chews at his lip, a precursor to grinding his teeth, and he rubs at his cheek out of nervousness. Stretching, Fushimi leans to press his forehead against one of the arms he has wrapped around his knees. ]
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Your face is red. It's cute.
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But I like this Misaki more.
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'm still me, the only thing that's changed is the kissing. [ Mumbled ]
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Prepared for what?
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[ He says it rather nonchalant, still looking at him with a hopeful expression that says Misaki should just give in without a fight. ]
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How does it even work with two guys...?
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[ Except he's not moving, just looking at Yata as if it's the most natural thing in the world to say. ]
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...You made a diagram?
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[ He squints just a little, glasses still somewhere off to the side, and Fushimi moves off him to retrieve several pages from his bag, which he promptly hands to Misaki before sitting on the bed again. ]
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It goes where?!
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I don't have a problem with it. Penetration can be eased by lubricant, and I brought that too. [ A pause, hands in his lap. ] I want to give you my virginity, Misaki.
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Isn't it kinda fast...?
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You got my first kiss, isn't that enough for the moment?
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How long do I have to wait?
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Why does it matter?
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I want to be better prepared when it happens.
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[ He draws up his knees a bit and doesn't try to reach out to Fushimi again. Yata just doesn't understand how he could expect him to be okay with the idea of sex so quickly. ]
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I'm sorry, Misaki.
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[ Because he knows Fushimi, and he might not be sorry for everything. ]
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