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[ 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. ]

[Asahi yields to Nito's affections readily, parting his lips at the press of the other boy's tongue. He hums softly, and pulls Nito a little closer, more into his lap. He can feel the tension in the way the other boy is holding himself, and wants to ease some of it.

He moans softly into the kiss, and his fingers tangle further in Nito's fluffy blond hair.]

[ Parking in his lap isn't going to do Nazuna's neck any real favors but it's quickly decided that might be the best option. He doesn't want to work against Asahi and be the source of another petty setback. After a short gasp into Asahi's mouth, their kiss is cut short with him sitting directly on the other boy.

The shift in view doesn't discourage him from leaning into his partner. Nazuna's lips find the side of his neck to pepper kisses along as he breathes against skin. It's warm like this, ah...

Grubby hands finally part ways with fabric only to rush up underneath the same shirt. His trailing fingers are slow with mapping out their findings over Asahi's abdomen. This type of body can't be achieved by living an inactive lifestyle. Someone is a hard worker, after all. ]

[Asahi's breath comes out in a long shudder when Nito breaks the kiss only to press his lips along his neck instead. He's aware of Nito's body, of their height difference, and hunches over, leans in and makes himself smaller, so that it isn't so difficult on the shorter boy.

When Nito's fingers slide up under his shirt, touch his heated bare skin, it makes Asahi gasp again.]

A-Ah, that's-- it feels good..

[ That little gasp sends a shock down Nazuna, causing his kisses to momentarily falter. Something about that sound is exciting— invigorating. This spurs those kisses become open mouthed, tongue lavishing over tanned skin with a content hum. ]

Mm~? You're being a good boy and saying what you like... ♪

[ He softly praises Asahi with a breathless laugh. All the while his hands venture further upward, not fully satisfied with unexplored territory remaining. ]

I wonder if I can figure out other things Asachin likes? If he can make more noises?

[ As if on cue, a hand splays out over the left pectoral before his fingers firmly press firmly. Nazuna isn't going directly for nipples in the event that the other boy doesn't take kindly to him nimbly squeezing at his chest to begin with. ]

[It's a little embarrassing how much Asahi likes being praised; even though he manages to keep any loud noises at bay, his body responds with a shudder. He leans into Nito's touches, and shyly hides his face in the other boy's hair.]

I-If you keep doing that, you will..

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