gunshow | prismatica

That must mean you're as dangerous as they come...

[Wataru's enhanced speed seems to kick in, but he's graceful about the way he dances over to the other side of the upended couch and deposits himself side-saddle right atop Ryuu's lap.]

I can tell your true colors are faded, soft and gentle. Pastels and denim blues. The color of a beloved teddy bear you hold close in your arms at night. So if I told you I was very lonely, that would tug at your heartstrings, wouldn't it?

Um, [ a gulp of a laugh, winded. ] it's pretty much the opposite of that, actually - !

[ that it happens so fast as to border on impossible is at the very back of ryuu's mind when he finds his taller frame pushed down into a seat by the presence of elegant legs thrown over his lap. that requires much more immediate attention, harried as it is. though sturdy in body, ryuu's hands have flown straight into hover mode, poised just about anywhere he can keep them innocently.

however, if ryuu were to focus on listening... something in his chest seems to settle, upright and sterling, and he glances to wataru's face even when with his head lowered, searching for the truth in the performance.

he's been fooled before, but. ]

...is that true?

[There's the saddest expression on his face... Wataru's eyes flash violet for a moment, then he blinks, and they're gold again. A smile creeps back onto his features.]

Is it true? I wonder... Two of my favorite people are here, yet I'm living by myself, with an upended couch, no bed, no movies even to watch, in a strange place.

[He twirls a bit of Ryuu's hair around a finger idly, looking him over.]

It's just that lately... I don't want to be alone at all. That's embarrassing to admit, I know! Something about the moons, maybe? What do you think? Is it all in my head? Should I just get over myself?

[ though the weight of a whole other person in his lap is distracting, ryuu's no fairweather listener - it's as if just talking is all wataru actually needed to do to have him in the palm of his hand.

not that the fingers in his hair aren't giving him the flutters, but you know. ]

If you'd just said that from the start, I would have understood sooner!

[ especially for ryuu, who prefers to get to the heart of the matter. on the outside, they're all simple enough things to remedy, when getting used to someplace new. but it's not as if they chose it. ryuu releases a huge sigh in an attempt to find his runaway wits. his arms relax, one settling behind wataru to balance at the curve of his back. ]

It's not embarrassing. It'd be rough on anyone, getting separated from our homes so suddenly.

[ though he gets it now, eyes sliding up to meet wataru's. ]

Moons or no...

Oya? [He's genuinely shocked.] I do still want you to turn the couch over, though. And then... maybe we can make good use of it? [He bats his eyelashes, eyes flashing from violet to gold again.]

I know I should be grateful for the people that are here with me, but... [How does he even explain this?] ...I don't think they want to hear about me being lonely. And I certainly don't want to bother them when things are rough on everyone! I'm a mere jester, you know! They have better things to do than to concern themselves with my getting settled in...

[ with a deep hum moving in his chest, ryuu really genuinely tries to settle himself... but the mention of using the couch just has his heart ticking upwards still at lightning speed. this is really impossible. nose scrunching, he carefully presses his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of it. ]

You're trying not to inconvenience the people around you, right? That's really admirable! And kind of you.

[ okay, he's gathering up the courage to move wataru off his lap so he can stand. ]

I'm not really sure I understand what you mean by jester, but if they're your favorite people, you ought to try telling them too sometime. I'd want to know, if I was in their position.

[ a pause. ]

I mean, I know now, but that's different...

[This guy... Wataru wants to lean back into his hold, but instead he just kind of... slides off his lap. Like he's faintly deflating. Knowing his fellows don't have the same experiences he does has made the whole situation complicated, and he doesn't dare tell either of them he's lonely for fear of losing face.

They probably know, but whatever.

So he moves to get to his feet, then.]

You're very kind... Maybe since you know, you can do something about it?

[He tries to salvage the mood with a wink.]

[ it's not that ryuu meant to puncture the mood so thoroughly... but his tendency to worry about what's going unsaid gets the better of him. for him... even when he's been terrified, it's always been better to tell the truth and get the weight off his heart, right? maybe not everyone has that luxury, though -

free to stand, ryuu doesn't turn from him right away, flashing a reassuring smile even when his chest feels so light with his own pulse. ]

I have to get the couch facing the right way first, right?

[ he'll stay. ]

[Wataru reaches out again--he can't help it, even if he's the one who's supposed to be magnetic right now. His fingers trace along Ryuu's cheek, and he smiles.]

I've interrupted your very important task, and for that I am truly sorry.

[ lucky he's gotten a little more adjusted to everyone here being so touchy. it just makes him duck his head, unable to keep the sheepish expression out of his eyes completely.

but he's committed now. ]

You're fine, Wataru-kun. Spot me so it doesn't fall, okay? I don't want all your hard work to go to waste.

[ with that, ryuu kneels to get the thing lifted. ]

[Gosh, what a good guy. Even the foxlike part of Wataru right now cowers before the mighty softness of Ryuu.

Dutifully, he slides to the side, then to the back, ready to help him tip it up properly.]

You'll do wonderfully!

[And up the couch goes. Fortunately, Wataru put it together correctly, and it does not in fact fall apart when they get it righted.]

Can we put it to the left of the door?

That should be okay... let's slide it that way and set it down.

[ less surface area to drag across the floor when it's upended like this! with a little maneuvering, it doesn't take long to get into place, and ryuu rounds its side to tip it carefully back down, measuring as he goes. ]

Does that look right?

[Wataru eagerly follows, helping what little he can. He's flexible, not remarkably strong when it comes to moving couches. But he's doing his best.

With an elegant twirl he moves to the center of the room and looks at the placement. From there, if Ryuu looks around, he'll note that the living furnishings are pretty sparse, just the couch and a bookcase and a small side table and a lamp, no bed. He just... really liked this couch, and it's just him, so he's golden! He look truly delighted.]

Ahh, slowly it's all coming together. It looks perfect. Thank you, Dragon-san!

Anytime! It's a good look. I like it.

[ it'd be remiss of him to comment on the otherwise emptiness. not everyone is like him, who tries to make a home around whatever space he happens to occupy. it lends a permanence to a situation not everyone likes, he knows. trailing his palm against the back of the couch, he rounds it with a smile, plopping down into a seat on the upright cushions with a low laugh. ]

It feels better this way too.

[ a tip of his head to the space next to him. ]

[Wataru, eyes flashing gold, slides into the space beside Ryuu, pulling the larger man's arm around his shoulders and leaning in rather like a cat. He'll just snuggle right up!]

This feels better still!

[ that really took no time at all. ryuu doesn't stop to think about it this time, body like a harbor for wataru to break his restlessness on. his arm drapes, hand close to a swath of his hair, enough to get his fingers just so through the strands - light and idle. ]

You're right, it does.

[ reticence peeled away by the moon's influence, the pheromones and the way ryuu doesn't like to let anyone be lonely, it leaves him pliant to affection. ]

That wasn't your only idea, was it?

[Ahh, it feels good to be touched, even so very gently like this. Wataru feels warmth emanating from where they contact each other, and he smiles up at Ryuu like an angel. His cheeks don't even go pink when he responds.]

No... I'll admit to having a motive, dear Dragon-san! I've lured you into my cozy little home, and you've taken up your place beside me... Now, what's left? For you to call me starlight again? Kind words from a kind heart? Perhaps... a kiss...?

[ in contrast, the high points of ryuu's cheeks are still glowing. he's eased into the situation now, but his willingness can't entirely hide how shy he is about things like this. bit by bit though, he's starting to understand it more, even without the foxiness intruding on his senses. just a warm brush of chroma between moonblessed is incredible, isn't it?

he chuckles, ducking his head. ]

It's like you're describing a dance! You're a little different from starlight right now... [ all precious moonlight white instead. ] - ah, but that's okay. If you're really sure you want me to...

[ with wataru's face turned up at him like that, it's not much to lean in just so, a tentative caress of skin where foreheads and noses touch.

it's still crazy to him, how people want to do this kind of thing with him despite him just being... himself. ]

[The warmth is delightful, and Wataru already craves more. It's like he doesn't know anything but this warmth, and the need for it overwhelms him.

Ryuu's forehead contacts his, and Wataru tips his chin up until their noses brush, all in Ryuu's rhythm, playing against his motions like they really are dancing. He almost wonders if they shouldn't do just that.]

I'd thought to try to seduce you, Dragon-san... Maybe that was wrong of me.

[He tips his chin up more, lips faintly contacting Ryuu's, not a kiss, just a slight whisper of a touch.]

You just seem like the kind of person who needs to be pursued.

[ it's really almost unfair, how effective such light touches are. maybe wataru's words more than make up for it, bold and unfettered. his heart's going, the twinge of nervousness there pushed under by his admittance. ryuu measures the laugh trapped in his throat at the brush of lips too light to really be considered a kiss. it's dizzying, but his mind is clear.

at least that's how it feels. ]

Do I really seem like that?

[ next to wataru, he feels plain in every way, golden eyes and tails or no. ]

If I chased after you, I don't think I'd ever be able to catch up.

[ demure as he is, he's never been content with a whisper - so he tilts into the angle to capture his lips, shallow and soft. ]

[Wataru's mind is overworking itself, every delightful possibility considered, vetted, found desirable. He wants everything right now, he'll admit given the chance, but with Ryuu it seems best to just be gentle and honest.

He's the type who cares too tenderly to let anyone so close in a carnal way, isn't he? That's what Wataru sees in him, in this gentle, sweet man. But he's also a giver, Wataru would wager, and the type to want to eagerly take care of others.

Wataru flutters his eyes closed at the touch of lips, making a soft, warm sound that seems to rise up with the heat coursing through him again. He'd decided to be chaste and gentle with Dragon-san, but now that their lips are connected, even just in this lightest of kisses, he has other ideas.

His hand comes to rest on Ryuu's chest, tracing idle circles as he ever so delicately works in tiny, fleeting kisses against Ryuu's lips.]

[ ryuu's affections are pliant even without the sweet scent caressing across his judgment. simplicity works best for him, the blue moon only going so far as to smooth out the timid parts and then bare the natural passion beneath. you don't have to lure the willing.

or so his heart tells him, strong, deep thumps of it sounding beneath wataru's fingers.

that's how it feels still, lips giving a perfect quirk up into the kisses - two, three, four. ryuu would be content to lose count, he thinks, pushing the boundary of the gesture with that same softness. that single noise wataru made sticks in his ears as if it'd been louder than it actually was, and ryuu gives a gentle press of tongue against his lips in pursuit of it. ]

[He doesn't expect Ryuu to be the one to move things forward. He honestly half expects that they'll sit like this, a few fluttering kisses between them, and maybe settle in to cuddle a bit, his desires forgotten in the warmth of Ryuu's arms. But then there's Ryuu's tongue on his lips, and he feels the need surge up.

Shifting, he turns more toward his companion, fingers splayed on his chest, over his heart. A whimper falls from his throat as he parts his lips, as he curves those fingers like he wants nothing more than to get closer.

It's still such a small, budding thing. His free hand moves up to caress Ryuu's jaw, coaxing more out of him. Asking politely.]

[ if wataru's presence wasn't so captivating, it would have been enough for ryuu to stay comfortable with that familiar plateau. but he feels a great deal of need to rise to the occasion too, to be worthy of his company, his wants. and deep down, the otherwise barrenness of the apartment makes him want to warm the air and draw his presence in closer, if he can. not even the lunar spike in his blood can make him forget about that.

he takes that sound in when prompted by the warm, silky touch moving across his jaw, continuing the kiss with a a deeper stroke of his tongue. ryuu is still measured and exploratory, like he's trying to keep his heart from going too wild too fast in his chest - he's still the one with the least experience, he's sure.

that doesn't stop him from leaning in and slipping an arm around his waist, ready to tug at any moment. the kiss breaks with a soft huff before it goes too far. ]

Not too much...?

[ is he great or terrible at being seduced, it is a mystery. ]

[Even if Wataru has more experience, it's only by virtue of being here. It's only because of this, and really because of Eichi. At home, he's a solitary creature, far more than he wants to be. But he'll graduate soon, and it'll all be fine. Well, if he ever goes back.

Here, he just wants, like he's famished, like he'll waste away without affection. He returns the kiss, effectively following Ryuu's lead, not rushing things ahead. This feels warm and lovely, and he likes it. Just... that arm around him sends a jolt of more need through him, and he gasps softly against Ryuu's lips before diving back into the kiss and--

Ryuu breaks away. Wataru's eyes fly open, and he looks up at Ryuu with concern, like he's so afraid he's done something worth being rejected over.]

Please... I... more...?

[He can't even find his words, and his eyes are violet saucers, so worried he's done something wrong.]

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