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[ The journey to the station, meeting up with the guy, relocating to their final destination and making the appropriate transaction in a seemingly empty room has all gone successfully enough. There's the unspoken concern for Nazuna's companion but that is a matter to be addressed once they've secured their privacy. He does glimpse up at the other boy as they proceed down the hall though he's soon distracted with searching for the room number that matches with his key card.
Ah.
Nazuna comes to an unannounced halt and blindly reaches behind him to grab at Asahi to prevent him from wandering further. While no apology is offered, he's quick to withdraw his hand to wordlessly focus on working the door open. There's a short click almost immediately and he pushes his weight against the door before the back handle unintentionally knocks against the wall and reveals the room in its full glory. After the light switch is flipped up, that is.
As his shoulders slump forward, Nazuna forces himself to stand properly once more. He peers over to Asahi nd jerks his head in the room's direction, expecting him to go inside first.
What's waiting for them isn't horribly lavish and just barely misses the mark of passing for a standard hotel room. There's a good sized bed at the far end, a television monitor hovering above a dresser, a miniature fridge and a door that presumably leads to a bathroom. But the lack of windows and one wall being partially lined with mirrors serves as a reminder of the room's purpose.
It's all stuff that is going to be investigated further in a second.
A sigh of relief leaves Nazuna when he finally steps inside. The hood of his jacket is pushed off his head when the door is closed. Okay, he can relax for two seconds. Now he squats down to get his shoes off. ]
This is all ours for the next three hours... ♪
Ah.
Nazuna comes to an unannounced halt and blindly reaches behind him to grab at Asahi to prevent him from wandering further. While no apology is offered, he's quick to withdraw his hand to wordlessly focus on working the door open. There's a short click almost immediately and he pushes his weight against the door before the back handle unintentionally knocks against the wall and reveals the room in its full glory. After the light switch is flipped up, that is.
As his shoulders slump forward, Nazuna forces himself to stand properly once more. He peers over to Asahi nd jerks his head in the room's direction, expecting him to go inside first.
What's waiting for them isn't horribly lavish and just barely misses the mark of passing for a standard hotel room. There's a good sized bed at the far end, a television monitor hovering above a dresser, a miniature fridge and a door that presumably leads to a bathroom. But the lack of windows and one wall being partially lined with mirrors serves as a reminder of the room's purpose.
It's all stuff that is going to be investigated further in a second.
A sigh of relief leaves Nazuna when he finally steps inside. The hood of his jacket is pushed off his head when the door is closed. Okay, he can relax for two seconds. Now he squats down to get his shoes off. ]
This is all ours for the next three hours... ♪
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Wing spi~ker...
[ The term is parroted back somewhat awkwardly as he mulls over the explanation. Before Nazuna can say anything on the matter, they're switching off onto another topic. His lips tighten into a line. Mentioning idol work earlier on was a stupid move; if he hadn't, Asahi surely wouldn't be none the wiser. ]
Um, you don't seem like you'd be the type interested in idols?
[ There's a weak shrug. ]
I guess it's like being part of a school club that takes itself seriously~?
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Ah... so a bit like being in a sports club, then. It does seem really intense....
[His free hand comes up and sheepishly pushes some hair away from his face, revealing a bright pink blush in his cheeks.]
I don't really know much about idols.. but I am interested in you. [Asahi adds, blushing even more fiercely, as if he didn't just have Nito's dick in his mouth.]
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[ He pauses. Does any of that make sense? Well, he might be ready to argue it does compared to what he's looking at now. Maybe he said the wrong thing entirely for the other boy to be flushed the way he is. But he really has no idea.
Though staring at Asahi probably isn't going to help them. ]
Um, well, if you have any specific questions... ? I'll do my best to answer them for you~?
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[Asahi laughs self-deprecatingly.] I'm sorry. I'm kind of sentimental that way. We don't have to talk, we can just.. do stuff?
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You're kind of fickle, huh?
[ It was this guy's idea that they talk! With a sigh, Nazuna tips himself to lay on his stomach. There are a couple seconds that pass with his eyes on the control panel at the head of the bed before he shifts again to look down at Asahi. ]
Do you think there's something wrong with that? Having that kind of attitude, I mean. Because it's not bad to be curious or do something your way, you know.
[ He tilts his head against a hand, humming. ]
Talking with Asachin isn't a problem, right?
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I'm not sure. If it bothers you to talk, I don't want to upset you. [He pauses, then adds.]
I've never done this before. Had s-sex with someone I don't know very well...
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[ This is more of an observation that a complaint, being thrown out there with an amused snort. ]
But that's okay. [ The hand at his cheek unfurls before he brings an index finger over his own lips. ] This is our secret, after all. ♪
[ While teasing, Nazuna is being honest. ]
Mm... So who do you normally sleep with, then?
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Asahi brings his hand to his cheek, and his gaze flits down to the pillow.]
Um... a few friends from my team. Guys from volleyball. Not too many people, I promise!
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[ Okay, now he really has to hold back a laugh. ]
You made it a point that you don't know me well so it's not like you owe me anything. How many people you sleep with has nothing to do with me, right?
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[ Make that three times! ]
This was all a mistake on your part, isn't it? I mean, you could easily get something better at school with your teammates for free but you took the train here...
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[He frowns deeply, brows furrowed into a tight line above his eyes.]
No, that's not what I mean at all. It's not even true. I want to be here. I.. I was enjoying this... weren't you?
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[ A thumb is pressed to Asahi's brow as if to try to push it into a more relaxed state. ]
Don't doubt me, okay? And don't worry so much.
[ The guy's heart is like a glass at the edge of a counter begging to fall over if Nazuna says the wrong thing. ]
I'm not judging you for your sex habits or whatever else. I don't feel put out, either? I can't be bothered to humor people so don't think like that. If you make that face it's just going to freeze that way.
[ Pulling his hand back, he shakes his head once before craning his neck to give Asahi's forehead a quick peck. ]
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You're avoiding my question. [He accuses in a little huff.] I don't want to keep going if you're not enjoying it. I don't want to hurt you.
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If I didn't like this, I'd leave. Nothing is keeping me here.
[ Regardless of how much money either of them may have spent. ]
Don't be so hard on yourself!
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[ And on his side once again because this isn't a discussion to be had on his gut. ]
I'm just no good at multitasking~? That's why we took turns.
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I don't mind that we did that. [He explains.] Just...
[He trails off, gives a little sigh, then touches Nito's cheek.]
...Can I kiss you again?
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But the other's rough hand against his face has his brain reeling to figure out where he went wrong. Pink rushes to his cheeks once he processes the request. ]
I thought you wanted to talk.
[ In spite of the mumbling, Nazuna's ready to oblige and picking his head up off the pillow. ]
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It doesn't seem like you want to talk anymore. So...
[He cups the other boy's jaw in his large palm, and kisses him gently.]
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He jerks back just enough to interrupt the kiss before it can actually start, breathing out hotly. ]
I don't want you to look so disheartened. You're much more cute when you're smiling.
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Wait. What did he say?]
'Cute'? [Asahi repeats dumbly.] I'm not cute. No one's ever said I was cute before.
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[ Nazuna doesn't hesitate with his response, being absolutely firm. It's all confusing, yeah, but he can't pin the blame on Asahi.
He pushes fringe out of his eyes as he reaffirms, ]
You're cute. The way you laugh is cute. The way you're considerate is cute. You're really cute.
[ Huffing, the hand in his own hair reaches to gently prod at one of the other boy's broad shoulders. ]
Even if no one's said it doesn't make it not true.
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Okay, okay. [He agrees, still hiding.] And you're amazing, Nito-san.
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Um, hey~? You can't just say that kind of thing while hiding, you know? ♪
[ Propping himself up on an elbow, he nudges at Asahi's shoulder again. ]
If you're going to be like that then you won't be getting anymore kisses. I can't see your face, right? You're cute but I can't go spoiling you too much~!
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