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[They haven't said much since they've met up, other than exchanging polite greetings. Asahi doesn't really know what's appropriate in this situation; it doesn't feel right to talk about school, or volleyball, or the drama he watched with his mom last night, while they're en route to have sex in a love hotel. But likewise, he isn't really going to ask about Nito's likes, or ask if he has anything in mind for what he wants them to do, while they're technically still out in public.

What it means is that the trip is silent, with Asahi sneaking glances at Nito before turning away, face burning, hoping that his staring isn't obvious and that no one around them can read his mind. Nito really is so beautiful, with his cool haircut and large, expressive eyes. Asahi still can't quite believe a guy this cute and cool wants to have sex with giant, awkward him.

His nerves build as they get closer and closer to their destination. Nito handles the machine to buy the room, though Asahi does peek at the screen to check the price so he can pay for half, because he's not an asshole. The walk to their room is so agonizing, Asahi doesn't even notice when Nito's stopped in front of a door and nearly keeps going.

Nito pulls him back, then holds the door open for him. Asahi blushes fiercely, hating how much he likes being taken care of by this smaller, more feminine guy. Most people don't want to take care of a hulk like Asahi, but he sincerely loves it.

The room is sparsely furnished and not very welcoming, although the bed looks large enough for them both to be comfortable during... activities. If they even use the bed. Asahi still doesn't know what Nito is expecting this to be like.

Asahi steps out of his shoes and nudges them aside in the entryway with his feet, turning to Nito with wide deer-in-the-headlights eyes when he speaks.]

Oh. Yes! [He agrees once his mind catches up with what was said. Three hours. God, he could definitely come more than once in three hours... but he hopes he can make Nito come even just one time. It's not that Asahi has never has sex before, but it's never been this premeditated.]

Do you-- Should we...-- [He bites his lip.] How do you want to start....?

Edited 2020-06-09 03:04 (UTC)

[ He spares a glance up at Asahi. It's blatantly clear this guy's pretty wound up; he is such an easy read even when Nazuna can't get a good look at him. But he anticipated this— it's nothing he can't work with. The other boy needs to loosen up a little.

Straightening back up, he hums. ]

Mm~? How about you relax a little and take a seat on the bed? To see if it's comfy. ♪

[ Jumping right into it wouldn't quite be appropriate, somehow. He needs a couple seconds to formulate various vague plans.

Whether or not Asahi does as suggested, Nazuna steps further into the room. He makes a beeline to the fridge, unhesitatingly yanking its door open, to investigate its contents. As he figured from prior experiences, there are no beverages inside. Yeah, no, they won't be needing any of that.

The door closes on its own with him turning back to the true subject of interest. Don't worry, he hasn't forgotten him.

Needless to say, he doesn't know this person well at all but is aware of what he's kinda dealing with. Asahi mustn't regard himself highly if he's going along with someone like Nazuna. That is a little disheartening when the guy appears to be plenty nice. Hopefully today may instill a smidgen of self-assurance but change doesn't happen drastically. ]

Asahi-chin belongs to his school's volleyball club, right?

[ Nazuna reaches to undo the watch on his wrist with his opposite hand. Offering a light smile, he continues on, ]

I bet you look seriousy cool out there. I'd like to see you in your element~. But you look cool now, too, you know?

[ Sure, he's saying that to help ease Asahi into the direction but there is truth to it. He never has been one to take interest on merely the outside of anything and hasn't accumulated something he'd consider physically his "type." Though there's Asahi's gentleness that reflects onto him in a more literal sense.

It's endearing. ]

I can tell you're a hard worker.

[Wound up is an understatement, although Asahi is trying his best not to be. He nods at the suggestion that he get comfortable on the bed, and first sits down on the edge, tentatively, before making himself get on the bed properly and taking a deep breath. The sheets smell clean, certainly, and the bed isn't too soft or too firm. He doesn't think the room was particularly expensive, not like some of the rates he saw online in his incognito searches, but it's obvious the money they are paying is at least going back into the rooms.

He watches Nito check out the fridge with a casual level of interest, and wishes he could be that nonchalant about meeting someone for sex. Maybe Nito's done this before? He should make sure they use condoms...

Nito starts speaking to him, and Asahi's drawn to the movement of his hands, his wrists. He really is so cute.]

A-Ah, yes! I mean, yeah, I play volleyball. As for whether I look cool... maybe? Sometimes I hit a spike that feels just right, you know. Like I know that no blockers will be able to touch it, and it smacks against the floor on the other side- I feel pretty cool then.

['Talk about things that you like about yourself,' the voice in his head advises. 'Keep him interested in you.']

I don't know about hard worker... I think I work hard when something I care about is on the line. But when it comes to school, I could do better.

[He laughs a little bit, softly, and then smiles at Nito.]

What about you? You're an idol, right? That seems kind of terrifyingly busy...

[ His brow shoots up in surprise. This is the most he's heard him speak in one go. So this guy has stuff to say when he wants to, huh... And that's all well and good but then there's the icing on the cake— his laugh. It's practically contagious.

Nazuna's own smile widens before he looks behind him to find a place to set his watch. He's going to have to remember to pick that up on the way out. That passing thought has him keep the silver band around his middle finger, however, to avoid any potential forgetfulness where it counts. ]

That's called passion, Asahi-chin~! There's nothing more impressive than that. [ Chiming in, he nods confidently. ] It's not easy to put in work when you don't really care about something, right? School isn't for everybody, anyway.

[ Common sense begins to steer him towards the bed. Behind the other boy, he's able to see the other end of the bed where a control panel is. More standard stuff. And if he shifts his eyes a little to the right then he sees his reflection and— gah. That prompts them to redirect their focus. ]

Mm... I don't work any more than anyone else.

[ With his knees just a sliver away from knocking into the bed, he stands in front of Asahi. There's no hope in being discreet with any move he's to make after this considering he has to cover, uh, more ground when it comes to height difference. A hand breaches the distance between them to gingerly cup the side of the other boy's face. ]

But I put in the effort when it's important.

[He doesn't really know if he'd call it passion, what he feels for volleyball. Asahi has no plans to pursue it professionally, or even into college. What keeps him on the team now are his teammates, his friends. But he doesn't want to just talk about himself, he wants to hear about Nito, too.

The blond starts stepping closer to him. Asahi feels butterflies in his chest, but surprisingly, his body seems to know what to do. When Nito touches his face, his hand small and gentle, Asahi's much larger hands come up and carefully take hold of either side of his waist.]

I'm lucky you do. [He muses softly, sheepishly, knowing he never would have initiated something like this but will enjoy it immensely nonetheless. Asahi tilts his head up and straightens his spine, to make it easier for Nito if he wants to lean in and kiss him.]

[ Asahi catches him off guard again and he has to fight to keep the shock from his face. Perhaps the words are mildly successful... ? There's no saying for sure but he has to roll with the punches. He has half the mind to draw back but he doesn't. Normally he doesn't allow much leeway for the other party to get handsy though... This person is harmless. He doesn't give Nazuna a reason to be wary.

His thumb repeatedly brushes over the other boy's cheek, ]

Oho? Well, Asahi-chin is important so I don't know if that's really luck.

[ Like for any move Nazuna makes, any move Asahi makes is only going to be blatant. It's impossible not to notice change in his stature. The tables have turned and it's him that's suddenly being waited for. They're able to properly face each other so this should be his cute to move. But he can't help noticing brown eyes which perfectly match Asahi's tone which ushers in a lame thought about windows to the soul and all that.

He begins to lean into the other boy, unconsciously sucking in a breath, with the hand at Asahi's face stilling. One knee lifts just enough to rest on the edge of the bed as he guides himself further and brings their foreheads meet. The closer they are, the less there's to see and that kind of makes him nervous. What else can the onset of flipping in his stomach be?

His lips initially soundlessly part, ghosting over Asahi's, before he manages a mumble. ]

I'll give him my all, okay?

[ With that declaration, Nazuna takes him in for a soft kiss. ]

[He can feel his face burn at being called 'important.' And also at the '-chin' honorific. It's definitely way too cutesy for someone of his stature. He has a goatee, after all. Asahi thought he was used to such playful personalities, but he really doesn't know anyone else like Nito.

There is a long moment where they stare at one another, wordless. Asahi can't help but notice all the color in the other's boy's eyes, from this close. They're so vibrant, so arresting.. He unconsciously licks his lips, which have become so dry.

And then Nito leans in closer, and they're touching. Asahi starts holding his breath, waiting for the moment, and then Nito moves in closer. His words send a shiver down Asahi's fine, quickly followed the sparks that come with the kiss. Asahi hums softly and tilts his head further, leaning into it, hugging Nito closer.]

[ An exhale accidentally passes through him when he's brought closer to Asahi and he finds himself beginning to tense. If the other boy wanted to, he could crush him with how effortlessly he can throw Nazuna off balance. He has to literally brace himself in spite of handling someone gentle.

His other knee hurriedly is forced down on the mattress between Asahi's legs to reinforce stability. And, uh, bringing him to innocently straddle his thigh.

That hand relocates from the other's jaw to the back of his shirt, clinging into the fabric unapologetically. The unspoken commotion on his end has almost diminished whatever space that was once in between them. Being aware of his own graceless conduct is embarrassing—

But Asahi can't really see him with how they are so that means it's okay. Maybe.

Urging to relax has his eyes flutter shut, looking to block out anything outside of their kiss. A passing thought tilts Nazuna's head to one side before his lips part just enough for his tongue to lightly trace along the seam of Asahi's own lips. ]

[Of course Asahi has no idea that Nito thinks he's being graceless. All he knows is the warm touch and the deep kiss, the press of their bodies as Nito comes closer to him. When he feels the other boy's tongue along his lips, he slowly opens his mouth to welcome it.

Nito's body is so small against his, but Asahi loves the way he feels. He holds him close, their chests pressed to one another's, and moves a hand up to gently slide his fingers in Nito's hair.]

[ Unfaltering, he answers Asahi's compliance with his tongue slipping further albeit slowly. It's unnecessary to hit fast forward when there's the possibility of his partner remaining apprehensive.

Nazuna's eyes blink open with the light pressure at his head. How soft is this guy? But the sensation of faux support isn't something he has the mind to complain about. If anything, it inspires him.

His preoccupied hand blindly finds the back of Asahi's head. Oh? Fingers lightly pinch at a small mound of hair— bun? ponytail? —which he's never noticed before. Maybe it's the height difference and not getting the right angle. Hell, Nazuna can't see even now. That is filed away for later, his focus now having both hands relocate in brown locks.

Only one finger's needed to undo the other boy's hair but the opposite hand is there to gently grip where the strands join in the bun to assure they don't snag. The hair tie is soon pulled over Nazuna's own wrist for safe keeping before he breaks their kiss.

Now his face is properly in view, Nazuna taking a second to appraise him. Yeah, he kinda has some hair going on. If this upsets him, he's willing to deal with the consequences of ruining the other boy's look. For now he breathes out, ruffling Asahi's hair. ]

Okay, big guy. Lay back for me.

[Cradling Nito's head just feels right and natural to Asahi. His hair is so soft and smooth between his fingers, and Asahi loves the feel of it. He also loves the feeling of Nito's tongue slowly pressing its way into his mouth, yields to the sensation readily. His nerves are melting away now that he's in the moment.

He's surprised to feel Nito's fingers curiously poking at his bun, but almost expects to have his hairtie pulled out after that. His hair tumbles down to his just above his shoulders, a little wavy from having been wrapped up. Nito's fingers brushing through it feel pretty incredible.

And then, suddenly, Nito's breaking the kiss and speaking to him. Asahi nods breathlessly and lays back on the bed, looking up at the blond with wide, curious eyes.]

[ Now he's subjected to an interesting view, one he isn't convinced that he has earned. His eyes soften, contradictory to his heartbeat quickening, as he admires dark hair fanning out over the perimeter of Asahi's face.

Unexpectedly saccharine and agreeable— Asahi is kind of unreal, looking at him with puppy dog eyes like that. He hasn't expressed any hint of greed in spite of their goal. Nazuna's starting to feel like he's taking advantage of this person. He owes it to him to do him right. Metaphorically and literally.

Lips curling, he shifts his weight between his knees before properly straddling Asahi's waist. Both hands are planted to the mattress to support Nazuna as he peers down at the other boy. The longer pieces of blond hair hang past his face but he isn't concerned with them as he breaks the shortlived silence again. ]

You said you think it's embarrassing to say what you like, right? Do you feel that way now? If I was going to ask you about that kind of thing, would you be worried that I'd laugh?

[ Prying questions but he's not looking to taunt. He dips his head closer to the other boy's, lowering his voice. ]

Nothing is wrong with having things that you want or to be curious about, you know. You're entitled to your feelings.

[He exhales audibly when Nito leans over him, straddles him. He blinks up at the smaller boy and is again left marveling at how pretty he is, the intensity of his eyes. Nito's questions are targeted, cutting right to the heart of Asahi's insecurities, but he feels fairly certain the other boy is trying to encourage him, not dissuade him, even if his methods are a little on the aggressive side.]

I know that. [He insists with a little furrow in his brow.] If I thought you'd laugh at me, I wouldn't have come. I trust you.... Shouldn't I?

I can't tell you how to feel, you know. You don't know me so it'd only natural to be skeptical. I wouldn't ask you to trust me.

[ Nazuna is matter-of-fact with his admission. It sounds like Asahi isn't entirely sure of himself in that regard so that's that. He moves to put weight on his forearm, sighing out, ]

But I didn't invite you here to laugh at you.

[ Even more matter-of-fact.

A kiss finds the corner of his mouth as one of Nazuna's hands gets itchy for productivity. Trying to reason with the person underneath him using words isn't proving to be the best route. Fingertips ghost along the side Asahi's head and over his throat. ]

I wanted to know if Asahi-chin would tell me about that kind of stuff in person since he wasn't so keen to do it over text.

[ And his candid streak continues with his hand curiously running over his poor victim's chest. ]

[It hasn't really clicked in his mind that Nito's telling him to ask for what he wants out of this, not until he's a little more direct. Asahi flushes a bit, mostly from the kiss and the gentle touches.]

You don't have to call me '-chin,' just 'Asahi' is fine. [He starts, lifting his head a little.] And you really don't have to work on building my confidence, either. I just... can we kiss more..?

[He licks his lips, and gently squeezes Nito's waist.]

[ There's a delay. Recalculating.

Wait for it.

Huh. ]

I call everyone that?

[ And somehow addressing someone without an honorific strikes him as rude even though -chin isn't the highest of honors. ]

[Why can he hear the dial up tone playing in Nito's mind?]

A-Ah, then, I guess it's fine. If it's what you're comfortable with! I just don't want you to feel like you have to. Okay..?

If you dislike it, though, you are allowed to say so. It's annoying to be addressed in a way you don't like. It's not like I have trouble saying it or anything... ?

[ It's not a mouthful like some other combinations. ]

[ His eyes momentarily flare as a light bulb turns on in his head. Between that and the dial up, someone's at least paying the bills up there. ]

Asachin.

[ This isn't the best example of compromise. ]

[There's a little bit of mood whiplash for Asahi to contend with, with how quickly Nito goes from telling him to stand up for himself to then giddily giving him a new nickname. Ultimately, though he flushes, he's grateful Nito isn't truly annoyed with him. He can deal with being called 'Asachin', at least for the next while.]

Alright, alright. I mean, it doesn't bother me? It's just that no one's called me that since I was in elementary school.

[ He's a little too close for that blush to go unnoticed, hindering Nazuna's intent to proceed on. His brow knits in thought. Maybe the guy thinks he's talking down on him? It's a struggle to figure out if he is being agreeable or allowing Nazuna to walk all over him. ]

Erm... Asahi... kun... isn't a little kid, obviously? So you need to be addressed accordingly?

Nito-san. [Asahi says seriously with a tiny frown tugging at his lips.] I'm okay with you calling me whatever's comfortable for you. I really don't mind. And I, uh, don't "need" to be addressed in any specific way..? I just want us both to enjoy this...

[Really, at the end of the day, he came because he thinks Nito is cute and he wants to have fun. And this is kind of muddling the situation. But he doesn't just want to start kissing him again and ignore what he's saying, either.]

[ Nazuna puffs out his cheeks. Asahi's the one to bring it up in the first place! But he can't begin to genuinely be angry at someone with good intentions. All high school guys are idiots to a certain degree though they don't normally come with this many feelings. ]

Don't get the wrong idea about me, okay? I do what I like.

[ Just gotta... casually throw that out there despite him otherwise relenting. Hopefully Asahi isn't going to be bothered by him sitting up and zipping open his jacket to reveal an indigo polo that may or may not compliment his pink shorts. The jacket's tossed to the opposite end of the bed before Nazuna rolls his shoulders back. ]

Now that we're both on the same page, we should be good~?

[ Peering down at the other boy, he contemplates verbally, ]

I want you to be the one to kiss me, this time.

[That seems to be a new side of Nito, one that seems... vaguely tsundere, if Asahi had to label it in terms like those. A little defensive, but something tells him it's just because he's feeling insecure. And either way, it fortunately isn't long before Nito's smiling again and taking his clothes off.

Oh.

Asahi watches him as he shifts his position, and then sits up, nods, and gently cups the back of Nito's head.]

Alright. [He agrees gently, before he leans in and closes the space between their mouths.]

[ Asahi is a unique case that he doesn't really have experience dealing with. This near sickly sweet persona hasn't proved to be a facade which almost makes it a smidge intimidating. Almost. He's going to have to be mindful of progression more so than normal.

Steeling himself to be yanked down, his eyes widen when the exact opposite happens. Both hands furl into the shoulders of the other boy's shirt as kissing recommences. Nazuna draws them closer as his grip currently remains iron tight. There is no shying away from trying to pick up where their last kiss left off with his own lips practically splitting to regain access to Asahi's mouth.

He has to remain standing on his knees to minimize the height difference in this position though that's a nonissue when it does allow him to press their bodies together to an extent. The other boy's definition feels solid to Nazuna, reliably stable, only to rouse some curiosity which won't be ignored for the entirety of this encounter. For the next passing moment, however, he simply shifts his weight against Asahi's. ]

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