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[Shuichi isn't in the steadiest position either, balanced on his knees and gripping Ouma for support, and his arm hooked around the other boy certainly only makes things worse in this situation. He's dragged down with a surprised muffled yelp into Ouma's mouth. Shuichi just barely manages to turn his face away to minimize the teeth clanking and noses smashing against each other, just catches himself on the elbow wrapped around Ouma and the hand gripping his.

He does successfully avoid hurting either of them. But when he recovers and pulls back a little, he realizes a bit belatedly that he's basically got Ouma pinned beneath him.

Oh. Yeah. Cue intense blushing.]

Ah--! Sorry!

[If he stopped and thought for a second he'd recognize that this is in no way his fault. But flustered as he is, it sure feels like something he's supposed to be apologizing for. He is the one kinda pinning Ouma here.

Of course, he instinctively tries to lean back to get off the smaller boy and can't, since...Ouma is kind of pinning his arm beneath him in return.]

[ Ouma's reasonably flushed from the kissing, but he's clearly not flustered by the current situation if the wide grin spreading on his face is anything to go by. ]

Geez, Saihara-chan... Falling on top of someone is pretty cliché, isn't it?

[ His voice is notably breathier here, but he's still gotta be a smartass.

At Shuichi's meager attempt of leaning back while being unable to, Ouma moves his free hand from the back of Shuichi's neck to grab at the front of his jacket, pulling him back down even closer to briefly press his lips at the corner of Shuichi's mouth -- he wonders if he can goad Shuichi into picking back up where they left off. ]

[The concern fades pretty quickly when Ouma rpoves to be unhurt, unphased, and taking way too much amusement from the situation. He frowns slightly while trying to lean back, flushed and frustrated more by his own immediate embarassment than anything wlse, but Ouma catches him again and oh..]

Ouma-kun...

[Are they still doing this? It's gotten a little...well. Honestly, it was already a little "too much" for just a stolen first kiss, on a bed and in a love hotel and handcuffed together. Their current position exacerbates that, but relatively speaking? Not by that much.

Shuichi hesitates a moment, chewing his lower lip while processing that thought. He can't really pretend it's just about trading for unlocking the handcuffs at this point, and this is so much. Hell, never in his wildest dreams would he have expected his first kiss to be in a situation like this. Or that spending some free time with Ouma would have turned into this, either. But Ouma beneath him is eagerly trying to carry on, warm and enticing and voice breathy with... Fuck. Shuichi is cautious and reserved and he tries to be responsible, but even he has his limits.

The first kiss is brief and chaste, just turning his face slightly to meet Ouma's lips properly. The second is an attempt to be braver, firm and pressing close even while he clenches his eyes shut like he still somehow expects to be pushed off or laughed at.]

[ Ouma's definitely smirking into the kiss, that's for sure -- he's getting what he wants after all, and he is considerably self-serving in the grander scheme of things. Although he probably underestimated how much he'd end up taking delight in this. Maybe because he didn't expect this either, which just makes it all the more provocative. It's gotten so enticing, he's changed his mind entirely about bailing out or calling a bluff.

He hums in a pleased way in his throat when Shuichi ends up kissing him more forcefully, tightening his grip both where he's got Shuichi's hand in his and on Shuichi's jacket as he tries to press himself up against Shuichi a little in turn. His heart is pounding in his ears at this point, but he couldn't really care less since he's fully embracing the excitement. ]

[The strangest thing about all this isn't the setting, or the suddenness of this development, or even the handcuffs. No, it's Ouma being relatively easy to read for once. If he shoves back the instinctual second-guessing and conviction that he must be misinterpreting things, it seems pretty straightforward. Every squeeze and movement and tightened grip is unambiguously enthusiastic, every sound content and encouraging.

Goddamn. If he'd known something like this would make Ouma easier to understand, he would have...still not jumped straight to this, probably. But he'd have thought about it, and maybe all this would have been less of a surprise.

Emboldened, Shuichi moves his mouth again, trying to mimic what he'd done before and how Ouma had responded. It's at least not hard to figure out what feels nice for either of them. He adjusts his positioning to give himself a better angle to work with and to not rest his weight directly on the smaller, propped up on his knees and the elboy under Ouma's head and the hand pinning Ouma's down. One of his legs is set between either of Ouma's, but he's mercifully too distracted to overthink that.]

[ Ouma's body is probably more honest than his words, which is something he's becoming more aware of himself as he only feels warmer the longer this goes on -- but it's also not something he's really bothering to think about as Shuichi's mouth moves against his again.

Ouma sighs into it, tilting his head and bringing his hand back up to the side of Shuichi's face to ensure that he's getting the best angle to reciprocate himself with here. And he's definitely eager about it, brushing his own lips against Shuichi's in different ways like he can't get enough of having his mouth on the other.

His fingers push into the fringe of Shuichi's hair near his ear, and he lifts one of his knees more as he props slightly against his own upper arms to lean more into all of this. ...That's when he bumps his leg lightly against Shuichi's, idly noting it in spite of his preoccupation here. ]

[Shuichi shivers, the sensation of Ouma's fingers on his face and in his hair still so oddly sweet. He angles his head into it, the shift pulling him just barely away from Ouma's mouth with a drag of lips on lips before he presses back in. It's just...really nice. He might have thanked Ouma for giving him the chance to try things out, if that weren't the most embarassing thought imaginable.

But then Ouma's leg brushes the inside of his thigh and he groans softly into Ouma's mouth, trying to subtly angle his hips away from any possible contact and will down that spark of interest. Fuck, not now boner. Please let him explore the act of kissing without making a mess of this. He tries to imagine the setting being different, less laden with implication -- his first kiss being stolen between the stacks in the library or something -- but of course his shitty brain ruins those efforts with the subsequent questions of why they'd be laying on the ground in the library.]

[ The noise Shuichi makes catches Ouma's attention almost immediately, and he think that he likes whatever that was -- although it's too easy to figure out, especially when Shuichi's hips shift position. Well, now Ouma's definitely regarding what's going on with their legs more.

In a somewhat more alert manner, like he's aiming for a particular reaction here, he pushes up on his elbow to deepen how he's kissing Shuichi while he simultaneously tries nudging his knee up between Shuichi's legs. He's halfway curious and halfway just wanting to see if he can tease Shuichi a little for trying to be elusive about it. ]

[The strangled noise of surprise Shuichi makes is halfway between and yelp and a squeak, the difference a little lost as Ouma leans closer and smothers the sound anyway. His instinct is to recoil, but he can't even properly manage that as tangled as they are and as insistently as Ouma's pressing in. The attempt is just an awkward jerk, a full-body twitch that miraculously doesn't crash his nose against Ouma's or any similar misteps. He tries to shift his lower half away subtly, but subtlety is probably a hopeless effort if Ouma's noticed. But maybe he hasn't. That might have just been an accident resulting from the other boy's adjusting position.

He can only hope. Ouma please, he's trying so hard not to barrel headlong down the path of teenage recklessness here.]

[ Too bad for Shuichi, if the way he jolted didn't make it painfully obvious, the second time he tries to shift away sure does. Ouma ends up pulling back from kissing the other, although he doesn't go far -- but it's mostly so he can focus on blatantly prodding his knee up against Shuichi's crotch at this point. ]

... Something wrong?

[ He asks in a tone as innocently as he can manage while he's returned to catching his breath, even though he's clearly aware of what he's doing since he's smirking about it. In spite of the fact that his chest is heaving a little more with all of this, he apparently still has the energy to be Like That. ]

[Even so worked up, Shuichi's ability to recognize Ouma's bullshit is still functioning pretty well. Not that Ouma even really seems to be trying very hard in his innocent act, given his smirking. Shuichi frowns deeply, closing his eyes and drawing a steadying breath while he tries to arch away from Ouma's leg.]

Quit it. You're making this way harder.

[Uh. A poor choice of words. He reddens, but forces himself to keep a relatively straight face as he self-corrects.]

...Way more difficult.

[Nailed it.]

[ He wants to keep talking, but he also wants his mouth back on Shuichi again, so his solution is to move his hand to Shuichi's shoulder to pull him forward close enough that he can tilt his head and press his lips against Shuichi's neck. He ends up kissing close beneath Shuichi's ear a few times, responding to him in between this. ]

So it's already hard?

[ Ouma's knee nudges up again, because of course.

Just what is he really talking about here? It's a mystery. ]

[ ouma why do you love making him struggle so much

Shuichi shivers again, shoulders hunching for a moment at this new assult before leaning his head away, uncertain if he's trying to pull away or give Ouma easier access. He's really not sure anymore. The things he knows he should probably be doing and the things he kind of wants to do aren't aligning anymore, and he doesn't really have much experience with such temptations and having to make such choices.

The added benefit of turning his head to accomodate/avoid Ouma is that it gives him an excuse to kinda hide his face, looking the other way and biting his lip.]

D-difficult! I said difficult!

[It's like, half hard at this point. But Ouma's teasing is definitely making matters worse. Shuichi squirms, all too aware that Ouma can probably feel that.]

[ it is a hobby ok

Ouma smiles against Shuichi's skin, taking advantage of the newfound access as soon as it's given to him by moving his kisses further up behind Shuichi's ear. ]

Well, games are boring if they're easy.

[ He doesn't bother nudging his knee much at this point, kind of just leaving it there for now for Shuichi to do what he will with it. Mostly because he can definitely tell Shuichi's getting aroused from this, and the fact of that both excites and pleases Ouma at the same time. ]

And I want you to play with me more...

[ Ouma almost wants to see what Shuichi will do on his own, but he also can't really bring himself to leave him alone, either. He barely thinks about it outside of wondering if it might make Shuichi feel good when he catches the shell of Shuichi's ear between his teeth and starts nibbling on him there. ]

[Ouma is fucking relentless, easing up on the teasing only to double down on the assult elsewhere. Shuichi makes a strangled sound in his throat at the feeling on teeth on his ear, tensing up. It's...definitely interesting. And he doesn't think Ouma would actually legitimately hurt him. But he can't help but anticipate something painful. He grips Ouma's hand almost painfully tight, holding still as if afraid to make any sudden movements when Ouma could theoretically so easily just bite down.

At least he can catch his breath for a moment like this, nearly panting, heavy and and warm, over Ouma's shoulder. At least he can force his brain into working well enough for a few seconds to respond properly with actual words and everything.]

I said I'd play with you before, remember? You don't have to tease me...

[Granted, this isn't really the sort of "game" he'd had in mind when he'd said that earlier. Would he have agreed if Ouma had just demanded something like this as he usually does when he wants to play? Well, chances are Shuichi wouldn't have taken him seriously, so who knows...]

[ Ouma stops what he's doing for the moment, both between Shuichi's words and feeling his grip being so tight. He doesn't move far though, breathing warm near Shuichi's ear while he processes that.

He slides his hand up from Shuichi's shoulder after a moment, bringing it to the side of Shuichi's head again -- both so he can stroke his fingers through Shuichi's hair a little (it's fun to mess with, okay) and to keep his head more or less in place. ]

Relax...

[ Still not in the mood to leave Shuichi alone, he ends up briefly kissing Shuichi's ear between speaking. ]

I'm just helping you out a bit.

[ If that's what you wanna call it, Ouma... ]

[At least with his ear released he feels like he can move again. Groaning, Shuichi nudges his his head away from Ouma's hand only to drop it onto his shoulder. He feels almost boneless, and while he tries not to slump all his weight onto Ouma he only somewhat succeeds, half propped on his elbow and grimacing into the other boy's scarf at the sudden pressure and friction when he relaxes too much onto Ouma's leg between his.]

How is this helping, exactly...?

[Ouma has an interesting definition of "helping", especially when Shuichi is trying so hard not to be an overly hormonal teenager here.]

[ Ouma's hand just naturally goes to the back of Shuichi's head if he's going to put his face there, although he's not complaining about it -- nope, definitely not complaining about having Shuichi all on him like this, even if the other is a little heavier. It's not something he's too familiar with at all, but he thinks he prefers Shuichi relaxing into him over shirking away.

He grins at Shuichi's question a little, twisting an index finger in Shuichi's hair. ]

It's stress relief!

[ As if he's making a point here, he nudges his leg up against Shuichi. Of course Ouma can't ignore that for very long when Shuichi's right against him... ]

See? You're totally stressed.

You're stressing me out, here.

[It's a sulky response, but the effect is somewhat ruined by his sharp little intake of breath as Ouma's leg rubs at him. With a soft, frustrated whine, he turns his face against Ouma's neck, burying his face in that scarf and the strip of warm skin above it.

This is beyond embarassing. He feels like he's putting everything he's got into just keeping a reatively cool head and not straight-up grinding against Ouma's leg, and yet Ouma seems almost completely unaffected. Like he really needed the universe to confirm and emphasize what an awkward virgin loser he is. Fuck.

His hips roll as he squirms, trying to aleviate the pressure some, but all it accomplishes is adding more friction to the mix. Drawing a shuddering breath, he grips tight at Ouma's shoulder and hand.]

Ouma-kun, please, just...

[Quit it? Part of him definitely wants that, but it feels like too much of a lie to get the words past his throat when the other part kind of wishes Ouma would just move his leg some more or use his hand or something. Shuichi isn't sure whether he feels more embarassed or guilty just thinking it, but he's sure as hell glad Ouma can't see his face right now. This position is better than the hat, in a way.]

[ It's a little much, having Shuichi's face in his neck like that while he's making those soft noises in reaction to everything -- Ouma feels a shiver in response to it, which he thinks is weird since he's so damn warm right now. Not that it's any less weird than having Shuichi this close to him, squirming around and sounding so good.

Ouma scoffs a short and breathy laugh, only certain that he definitely wants to keep encouraging this. ]

Just what...? This?

[ His free hand moves down to the bed at his side, gripping at the sheets for better steadiness as he tries pivoting his leg a bit between Shuichi's. ]

-- Or I can stop? I'm not too good at guessing games...

[Yes, stopping. That's the one he needs to be encouraging. He just needs to say it.

Just...needs to...

Ughhhhhhhfuck. Shaking slightly with the effort to resist just rubbing up against the leg between his until he's finished, Shuichi gasps a breath against Ouma's neck, hand slipping away from the other boy's shoulder to fist in the scarf by Ouma's spine. It tugs at the material, drawing it lower so Shuichi can mutter directly against his skin.]

That's gotta be a lie.

[What game isn't Ouma good at? And Shuichi remembers the hundred rounds of rock-paper-scissors all too well. Ouma is definitely much better at reading people than he lets anyone see. That's why this whole thing is so frustrating, isn't it? Shuichi can't help but feel like Ouma knows exactly what he can get away with, how to get under Shuichi's skin and drive him nuts.

The tremble that ran through Ouma was faint, but Shuichi could feel it pressed close like this, and at least it was some kind of reaction. Suddenly feeling frustrated and petty, he squeezes at Ouma's hand and presses his mouth more firmly, intentionally, to the other boy's neck in a sloppy open-mouthed kiss. It's a bold and thoughtless urge, but he wants to at least tear down that unaffected attitude, pull Ouma down to his own level.]

[ Ouma's shoulders scrunch up marginally as he immediately tenses upon feeling Shuichi's mouth suddenly on his bare neck like that. He's not used to having his neck exposed in the first place, which just makes it even more of a shock -- he almost instinctively moves his hand to grab at Shuichi's head, but consciously makes himself just grip the sheets in his hand tighter instead. His mouth closes into a tight line as he exhales heavily through his nose and tilts his head away from Shuichi's mouth slightly.

That's..........something, alright. As he recovers from that (or processes it, really, since he's pretty annoyed to find his hair still standing on end here), the corner of his mouth tugs up in a wry smirk. ]

... Huuuh? Does that mean my guess was right?

[ His playful tone sounds more forced and sarcastic right now, and he ensures to follow up his remark by deliberately prodding his leg up between Shuichi's again -- more fixedly, and with more pressure than before. ]

[That's...a reaction alright. Shuichi pauses for a moment, lips hovering just over Ouma's skin as he breathes heavily, trying to decipher it. Ouma sounds less happy, tense beneath him and hand fallen away from his head. Shuichi's confidence falters just briefly, and he murmurs uncertainly against Ouma's neck.]

You didn't really guess, though.

[Mentioning both options doesn't count as actually picking one. That's cheating.

But aaaaahshit, Ouma presses up against him again and Shuichi hisses softly, rolling his hips without really meaning to. It feels good, in that way he knows he needs to stop trying to examine or he'll waver again. It's such a deliberate move, though, he can't help but at least puzzle over Ouma more. Does Ouma actually dislike being the target of any of this, or does he just not like having his own games turned against him? The latter does sound like Ouma, which is a little encouraging.

Chewing his lip thoughtfully, he tentatively presses his nose to the smooth skin at Ouma's throat, choosing his words carefully.]

If you don't like it, then you have to say so. I can't read minds.

[Pretty close, sometimes, if he has the evidence to work with. But he'd rather Ouma has to be honest for once. Whether that's out of a real desire to hear that honesty or just wanting the satisfaction of cornering Ouma into it, well. It's hard to say right now. Maybe a little of both. But at least like this he can reassure himself that he's given Ouma an out if he really wants it. He doesn't really want to do anything Ouma isn't okay with.]

[ ... Ohhh, now that's just too interesting. It's easy enough to assume it's just Shuichi second-guessing himself, but the way he phrased it -- adding into the mix that Ouma clearly wants something himself out of this, be it genuine or dicking around -- makes it clear enough that Shuichi's using his own habit of lying against him.

Cornering a liar psychologically...didn't Ouma teach him that trick? This is too good. His pulse rises slightly both from a thrill over this so much as an underlying desperation to keep this game going. He actually likes this game, and it momentarily makes him forget altogether about the bigger, more atrocious game they're stuck in.

How to do this... ]

Wow, you're such a meanie, Saihara-chan! Making me say something like that even though it's sooo embarrassing...

[ sure, jan.

He turns his head toward Shuichi more, finally relaxing his hand in the sheets. ]

Yep, I like it. I like everything about this, and what you did just felt really good...

[ Ouma moves his hand at this point, sliding it down between them so he can shamelessly grab at Shuichi's crotch without warning. ]

-- But you like it too, don't you?

[ A supremely loaded question. Like hell is he going to be the only one seized by the truth here. ]

[Ouma turns his head back towards Shuichi a little, and Shuichi pulls back enough to actually look him in the face. He's embarassed beyond belief, but in this moment he wants to see Ouma's face more than he wants to hide his own. A moment of sincerity, however brief or shallow, feels like something worth savouring on Ouma.

So of course Ouma makes him immediately regret doing so by grabbing at him so suddenly. Shuichi's face is probably hilarious as he's caught between a surprised yelp and a choked off moan. It's kind of amazing how distinctly red he can go when he was already blushing to begin with. Eyes clenching shut and mouth pressing tightly closed like he can might be able to keep any further sounds from escaping, he's quick to bury his face back against Ouma's neck where it at least feels like he can hide.

He could die. He might seriously die of either embarassment or an overload of new experiences in this tacky love hotel, and it'll be the most awkward class trial ever.

But Ouma's right. This isn't at all how he ever saw his first kiss going, and it feels shameless and irresponsible just to think it, but it does feel good. Someone else's hand on him is a wildly different sensation than his own, somehow. Shuichi squirms slightly under the touch, the moment in which he should probably be responding dragging on awkwardly and getting longer by the second. He's a goddamn hypocrite, knowing perfectly well that he couldn't manage that level of straightforward honesty no matter how much he stands for the truth or how he forced it out of Ouma.

But he can't lie here, either. After that too-long pause, he finally responds with a voice half smothered against the skin of Ouma's neck.]

...I won't stop if you won't.

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ouma don't call your hand "the truth" that's weird