box15 | (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

[ Ouma laughs when Shuichi resorts to burying his face in the sheets -- not that he's going to complain about that, because if Shuichi's not paying attention then it just makes it that much more easy for him to pull shit.

-- Like snapping one of the cuffs around Shuichi's wrist on the hand that had just been trying to pin his own down only seconds ago. ]

It's your fault, you know. 'Cause my head was only full of innocent thoughts before this...

[ The other part of the handcuffs, as Ouma will make evident by lifting up his own wrist and moving his sleeve down, is already attached to Ouma. He's grinning big about this, too. ]

[He should have expected the sudden press of cold metal to his wrist and the following click. He should have at least anticipated something of the sort enough to keep a careful eye on Ouma.

That isn't to say he's surprised, though. Flat against the bed, he stiffens at the cuff suddenly snapping around his wrist, but doesn't immediately move. No, he has to take a moment to think about how of course something like this would happen. He just groans softly into the sheets before lifting his head to give Ouma a flat stare.]

Where's the key?

[He'd only gotten a brief look at the cuffs before rushing to hide them. He hadn't noticed if the key was with them at the time. Either way, this is definitely a better subject to focus on than exactly what kind of thoughts Ouma's got in his head now...]

Dunno. Probably around here somewhere.

[ He shrugs, seeming pretty unfazed about this. ]

Not that these are any problem for me to get out of. You, on the other hand.. Well, I guess you'll need my help!

[ He smiles as brightly as possible while he mentions this. ]

[Right. The lockpicking. Of course Ouma would only appear to be pulling a stunt like this without any forethought at all. Shuichi didn't really think the other boy would have haphazardly gotten them stuck like this without an escape plan in mind. Ouma's too smart for that.

He sits up, already frowning at the resistance he can feel when moving his cuffed arm. Picking the pillow back up with his free hand, he isn't surprised either to find no key left behind beneath it. Of course not.

Shuichi sighs. But at least he can cling to that feeling of exasperation over the embrassment lurking just beneath it.]

Get it off, Ouma-kun. We can't stay here forever, and we can't go back out like this.

Okie-dokie! Sure thing!

[ Ouma moves to grab Shuichi's arm with his uncuffed hand, like he's being agreeable or something.

-- Although he ultimately just pulls on Shuichi's arm to try and bring him closer, leaning closer into Shuichi's face as he tacks on: ]

Oh, but I want something from Saihara-chan first, of course.

[ It's only fair! Even though Ouma's the reason Shuichi's even in this predicament... ]

[He's more surprised by the moment it seems Ouma might just simply cooperate than anything else. Blinking at the other boy, he's off guard enough that he's tugged in easily and with a soft sound of shock. Shuichi catches himself with his free hand on the bed between them, just barely keeping himself from knocking entirely into Ouma, but the end result is still far closer than he was prepared for.

Color flooding his cheeks again, he leans back whatever little bit Ouma's grip with allow him. He frowns through the blush, trying for sternness. He's at least confident he knows Ouma well enough to tell where this might be going. A game or something, frustrating and unnerving but ultimately harmless.

Sighing a breath through his nose, he yields.]

What do you want?

[ Ouma grins in response to Shuichi's reaction, thinking that it's terribly predictable for a guy like him but entertaining nonetheless. ]

It's totally your fault I'm even thinking like this, buuut...

[ He'll let go of Shuichi's arm, if only so that he can point toward Shuichi's face with an index finger as he indicates what he means. ]

I really feel like taking your first kiss from you right now!

[Ouma's finger in his face drags Shuichi's cuffed hand along with it. But that's fine, because Shuichi's face goes red after a moment wherein that sinks in, and Ouma's hand gets jerks around in return as Shuichu's hand darts to cover his mouth, the back of his palm over his lips like he half expects Ouma to go for it right that moment.]

Quit messing around! I'm serious.

[It's Ouma, after all. Of course he'd lie. He's just trying to get a rise out of Shuichi, right? Right?]

Edited 2018-03-17 05:19 (UTC)

[ Ouma blinks when Shuichi ends up dragging his own hand along, raising an eyebrow when Shuichi covers his mouth like that. ]

Ehhh? You don't think I'm serious? But I'm not into lies or jokes!

[ It checks out... ]

Well, whatever. I'll do it for something else, then.

[ He seemingly gives up on that easily enough. Although he doesn't care for his hand being jerked so Shuichi can cover his mouth, so he's going to grab Shuichi's wrist and subsequently try to ease Shuichi's hand down a bit.

But it's also partially because he doesn't want anything obscuring Shuichi's face when he asks this. ]

... Tell me you're not interested.

[He's tempted to use the other hand to cover his face instead, but that one's supporting his weight where Ouma's got him leaning in. He can't lift it without probably falling forward and probably headbutting Ouma.

(That does sound more and more desireable by the moment, though.)]

I...

[It should be easy enough to comply, but his voice catches in his throat guiltily. As much as he wants to just say it to escape the situation, as much as he's ready to just take the blow to his pride and give Ouma the victory here...

He can't get the words out when they're a lie. When he knows Ouma must know they're a lie, because he always knows, because he wouldn't have switched courses like this without being pretty sure he'd still get what he wants. Which is...? Right now, Shuichi would guess just embrassing him as thoroughly and painfully as possible. Well, mission fucking success. He's been trying his hardest not to think of those kinds of things since they stepped into this building, with Ouma dropping comments all the while to provoke those thoughts, but he can't evade them when it's all being shoved right in his face.

Red with shame, he ducks his head as best he can in that bit of space between them, desperate for even the cover of his bangs hanging over his face. His lips press together tight, eyes clenching shut.]

...Don't tease me like this. Please.

[Ouma seems to love getting under people's skin, but this just feels mean. It's going too far.]

[ Ouma stares at Shuichi's reaction, not finding it particularly amusing for whatever reason. Maybe he's getting bored.

Although that's not quite true either, since the fact that Shuichi didn't say he wasn't is spinning around in the back of his head as he tries to decide how to process that. Maybe if Ouma was more honest himself, everything would be easier and less inelegantly executed all around -- but what is Ouma, if not an incomprehensible mess. Or at least, that's the image he wants for himself.

He ends up sighing, tilting his head with a half-smile as he uses the hand that isn't cuffed to lightly poke at Shuichi's forehead, like he'd like for him to look up again. ]

But are you sure I'm only teasing you?

[ His tone turns more serious, although he still can't bring himself to be straightforward. It'd probably be optimal to ditch the subject, and he's oh so close to doing just that -- pass it all off as a lie, or whatever. But there's still a part of him that wants Shuichi to figure it out, that finds the idea of that enthralling while simultaneously almost disliking it.

He doesn't dislike Shuichi though. ]

[The prodding gets him to look up at least a little, peeking up through his bangs. Ouma's expression is less intense, more unreadable -- which, ironically, feels so much more sincere coming from him.]

You always do...

[It almost sounds sulky in conjuction with his sagging shoulders and unhappy expression. How else is he supposed to interpret it, after all? All the games and weird comments, the "my beloved Saihara-chan", this...

Ah. Hm.

His gaze goes a bit more thoughtful, more like when he's trying to figure things out during a trial. It drifts across Ouma's face, searching and pensive.]

Do... [The question dies in his mouth and first and he has to gather himself, shove down the doubts and smother the self-deprecating voice insisting this is a vain and absurd line of thinking.] ...Are you interested?

[It feels ridiculous to even suggest it. But he's a detective. The evidence should come before his own feelings.]

[ ... Oh.

He really asked. Huh. Ouma didn't really expect that out of all possible outcomes, which only serves to make Shuichi that much more immediately interesting.

He looks confounded for a few seconds, but he doesn't want to be dumbfounded, so he starts running his mouth without leaving too much of a pause. Even though he's still unmistakably contemplative about it. ]

Hmmm...? So you're gonna turn it around on me?

[ His tone ultimately switches from thoughtful to a little pouty and less serious (his ultimate comfort zone), and he'll even huff and look to the side. ]

That's so mean... I'm pretty shy, y'know.

[ -- Although when he turns to look at Shuichi again, he'll meet him with an easygoing grin, seeming to perk back up pretty fast. ]

... But that's a lie! Yeah, I think you're so interesting, Saihara-chan!

[ Listen..............that's as close as he's going to get.

His brain is panicking, but he's just going to smile here. Reset button on his feelings and all that!! ]

But it's okay for you to do it to me...?

[Shuichi sighs, unsurprised by the shift but a little disappointed that that little bit of seriousness, something resembling sincerity, hasn't lingered. He can't even really be mad about the apparent double standard. His face is still tinged with pink, but he's at least feeling steadier like this, on the offensive and trying to counter all Ouma's standard bullshit.]

That wasn't really the question.

[Which is...potentially more telling than an actual answer either way, from a liar like Ouma. It definitely suggests...something. It's hard to let himself think about that too hard, though. He's not really sure what he'd do with that information.]

[ Ouma scoffs a short laugh at Shuichi calling him out like that, shrugging his shoulders about it. ]

You got me there... Then I'll rephrase it, I guess?

[ For whatever reason, it always becomes more fun when Shuichi starts digging like this. But the last thing Ouma wants to do is lose control of the situation, so it's a little easier to reevaluate and switch his approach as Shuichi gets more adamant.

There's already not much distance between them here, but Ouma won't shy from leaning more into Shuichi's personal space again, bringing the hand that isn't cuffed up to the side of Shuichi's face -- both because he wants to, and because he doesn't really want Shuichi looking away this time. If Shuichi wants a better answer then Ouma's sure as hell going to make him face it. ]

I'm definitely interested in kissing you.

[ His tone is leagues straighter than before, although there's no clarification whether that's a lie or not.

Shuichi's gotten this far, after all. ]

[For someone who was chasing a more straightforward answer, Shuichi doesn't look he was prepared to actually get one. His eyes widen slightly as Ouma cups his face, flushing and wanting to hide and yet being completely unable to. It's not even Ouma's hand keeping him in place. It's that sudden directness, the closeness, Ouma's eyes pinning him down.]

O-oh.

[That's...he shouldn't say surprising. The evidence kind of suggests it isn't, and he'd have to be impossibly dense to say it is just because he can't imagine anyone actually wanting to. That's not logical, that's just his own shitty self-esteem.

And why is he actually thinking about this? Isn't something like this what he was dreading since first laying eyes on the hotel? This has gone so off the rails of their little "investigation" and straight into much more dangerous territory. He should be shutting this whole thing down as sternly as possible, making it clear he isn't going to humor these kinds of games. He should be, so why...?

Well, Probably because Ouma absolutely hit the nail on the head. He is interested. Or maybe curious is the better word for it, or...hell if he knows. The idea of kissing or anything else is definitely enticing -- as it should be, given he's a teenage boy -- but would he be actually considering this if it were someone else here with him? He can't imagine giving in if it were Iruma-san or someone suggesting it. It's just that Ouma is...kind of fascinating.

That's probably the better word for it. He can't help but be fascinated by the possibility. Ouma's always been able to catch his attention like no one else does, for better or worse. The other boy is fascinating, a walking mystery just begging him to dig into it and find the truth. Ouma figures out things no one else seems to even suspect need figuring out, and yet makes himself so impossible to figure out. Shuichi does admittedly want to explore things as much as any other boy his age, but more than that, he wants to follow this lead Ouma's giving him, even knowing it was purposefully given and he might be stumbling right into a trap.

His eyes flick to Ouma's mouth just briefly, and his jaw tenses like he's just settled on a decision. Tentatively, like he half expects Ouma to pull back at the last second and say he was joking, he leans in to close those last few inches of space between them.]

[ ... Oh, indeed.

There were quite a few ways Ouma saw this going, with the probability of Shuichi telling him to knock it off seeming pretty up there -- because you'd have to be kind of a weirdo to be into the bullshit Ouma brings to the table.

Not that Ouma's complaining about that, because Shuichi just keeps exceeding his expectations here, and that only excites Ouma. He wants to up the ante, make more and better games just for Shuichi... But above all, he's incredibly pleased he ended up picking a guy that keeps turning out to be anything but boring to be interested in.

He is surprised when he realizes that Shuichi is going for it -- the sudden yet slightly stalled loss of space between them, accompanied by the direct feeling of Shuichi leaning in from where his hand is still cupping Shuichi's face. Ouma even almost lets him lean past his hand, his fingers brushing lightly through Shuichi's hair before he makes the conscious decision to place his hand on the back of Shuichi's head and quite literally pull him into finishing the kiss. It's easier than trying to hold Shuichi's face when his other hand is handcuffed, anyway.

-- And he'd really been waiting for any yield from Shuichi to do this in the first place. Of course he's a little enthusiastic, with his heartbeat picking up almost as soon as he presses his lips against Shuichi's. ]

[There's a solid several seconds wherein Shuichi is stiff with the anticipation of everything just being a joke, right up through Ouma pulling him in and actual mouth contact being made and everything. It's not like he'd put it past Ouma to go all in for the sake of a prank, after all. But a tense moment passes with nothing but Ouma's lips enthusiastically against his and he can't help but be cautiously optimistic.

Belatedly, he closes his eyes and tilts his head. He's got nothing to go off of beyond what he's seen in movies, which is probably not the best or more realistic of examples but it does at least feel like everything fits together more naturally.

But hell if he knows what to do with his hands. His free hands hovers awkwardly, indecisive over where to put it. The cuffed hand is a bit more limited in options, but that almost makes it easier. He gingerly wraps his fingers around the wrist handcuffed to his. His thumb settles in the little hollow beneath the thumb side of Ouma's palm, and a distracted idle thought prompts him to shift it a few centimeters until he finds the vein there. Ouma's pulse is quickened, and Shuichi can't say if that's nervousness or excitement or what but it's oddly comforting to feel.]

[ Ouma's eyes become more heavily lidded as the kiss is prolonged, although he doesn't close them entirely -- like he might miss something here if he does. He tilts his head in the opposite direction of Shuichi, parting his lips slightly as he keeps his mouth overlapped with Shuichi's. He doesn't have much of a frame of reference (as far as actual experience) himself, but he's fine just winging it. It's not like Shuichi should be able to tell anyway, he thinks.

His fingers weave up into Shuichi's hair somewhat from where his hand is situated at the back of Shuichi's head, and he's so distracted by trying to get the most out of this that he doesn't bother thinking of it much when Shuichi's hand ends up on his wrist -- if anything, he initially welcomes the contact Shuichi's intiating.

-- Although he's fed up pretty quickly by having his wrist held, so he'll twist it slightly to bring his hand down, aiming to take Shuichi's hand in his own by interlocking their fingers. ]

[Ouma's fingers sliding between his are so unexpected that he almost gasps softly, just a tiny intake of breath against the other boy's mouth. It's...sweet. Surprisingly so. For all that Ouma often plays up the childish attitude, he doesn't seem the type for anything sweet or gentle.

But it's encouraging. Emboldened just enough, Shuichi carefully lays his free hand in the crook of Ouma's neck. He pretty much gets all scarf there, save for his thumb spraying over the top edge and across warm skin. It's so soft -- he's never really touched anyone like this, not anywhere so delicate -- and without really thinking he runs his thumb idly over it, tucking neatly under Ouma's jaw by his ear.

This is obviously enough. He could definitely pull back and demand the key at this point. But some practical part of his brain thinks he might not have a chance to try this with anyone for a long time -- maybe never again, if things here really do go badly and "the rest of his life" ends up being much shorter than expected. So instead he presses closer, drawing a breath through his nose to prolong the experience. He's just...making the most of it, that's all.]

[ Ouma does end up closing one of his eyes now with a soft, slightly surprised hum in his throat at the feeling of Shuichi's thumb in that junction so close to his ear. He sighs through his nose, instinctively tilting his head a little more because of where Shuichi's touching his neck. It's not bad -- in fact, it feels really nice...but Ouma's not used to it, and his fingers wind into something of a soft grip on Shuichi's hair, just because he's seeking some sort of stability somewhere.

The thought crosses Ouma's mind to separate too, if only because this sure is more breathtaking than he anticipated (maybe if he took it easier...), but the absurd part of Ouma says he can't yet. Whether it's processing as a game of sorts or just a show of impertinence, Ouma only tries to deepen the kiss despite the buzzing in his head. ]

[Ouma's grip in his hair is too gentle to really be painful, but it's impossible to ignore. There's something oddly thrilling about it. The soft noise he makes in his throat in response is brief, aborted halfway through, but it doesn't sound displeased, necessarily.

It's nice, in a strange and novel sort of way, Ouma holding on wherever he can and responding so easily to the slightest touch. It almost seems easier to understand than his actual words.

Shuichi does eventually have to pull back, feeling a bit lightheaded and sure he must just not be getting enough air in those few inhales through his nose. He tilts his head down to break contact, his forehead pressed to Ouma's and eyes opening just enough to stare thoughtlessly at the bedspread down between them. He's too warm all over, breathless and unsure if he should be letting go of Ouma immediately or if that would seem like, rude or something.

It's...probably okay. Ouma's still got a hand in his hair, after all.]

S...sorry.

[Why is he apologizing? Fuck, even he doesn't know.]

[ Ouma's pulse skips a beat when he registers how close Shuichi still is after pulling back, and he's a little happy between this and the fact that Shuichi hasn't let go himself yet. Ouma's eyes flick up to look at Shuichi, wondering if he likes this -- although he's unsurprised that Shuichi's looking down at the bed in turn.

He's in the middle of catching his breath himself when Shuichi mutters his apology, and Ouma just blinks for a second, not finding that an atypical response either. It's almost funny how characteristic of Shuichi that is, even though it's Ouma who pulled him into this whole thing.

He can't help grinning a bit. ]

You should be...

[ Ouma's grip relaxes in Shuichi's hair, if only so he can let his hand fall a bit to settle at the back of Shuichi's neck instead. ]

I really wasn't finished yet.

[ He says, like he hadn't been running out of air himself or something...

But it's ultimately an excuse -- an excuse to tilt his head up again to press his lips back against Shuichi's. ]

Ou--

[He doesn't even get the name out before Ouma's smothered half of it against his lips. The thought occurs to him that they're rather beyond just "stealing his first kiss" at this point, but he sighs into Ouma's mouth and leans back into it anyway.

Is this still a game? It's always a game with Ouma, but Shuichi thinks it's maybe a different one now. And like with all Ouma's other games, Shuichi feels as uncertain and faintly nervous as he is admittedly intrigued.

(Thought maybe "intrigued" isn't really a strong enough word for it, at this point.)

He feels unsteady on his knees on the soft matress. His hand at Ouma's neck slides to the back for a moment, fingers tentatively scraping through the soft, short hair at the nape there, before continuing on to catch at Ouma's opposite shoulder so he can steady himself. Ouma's neck tucks so neatly into the crook of his elbow like that. Shuichi feels strangedly warmed just thinking about it in passing. He parts his mouth against Ouma's just a little, experimental, the slight movements fitting their lips together in different ways.]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

1/2

no subject

no subject

no subject

just imagine shuichi pausing to play psyche taxi here

lmao hey if running over some cognitive hookers is what he needs rn that's fair

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject