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[ 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.

[ Seeing Shuichi's reaction definitely makes it all worth it, and it's probably a good thing Shuichi's gone to hiding his face again with how much Ouma's grinning. Especially at Shuichi's words. ]

Nee-heehee... In that case--

[ Cue Ouma gripping Shuichi's hand in his own a little tighter before moving his other hand from between Shuichi's legs to grab Shuichi's nearest hip with.

He thinks he's probably lucky that Shuichi's all flustered and buried in his neck right now, because it might make it easier when he attempts to suddenly push Shuichi over from the side, aiming to more or less switch their positions. But that's also part of why he's doing it -- he really can't have Shuichi continue hiding his face he whole time. That'd just be boring! ]

-- I'm gonna keep having fun with you until I'm satisfied!

[A couple of halfhearted workout sessions with Kaito has not done much to make him a sturdier person in general. Shuichi goes down with a yelp, his back hitting the soft mattress and his legs clenching around Ouma's instinctively.]

Ouma--!

[Christ. He'd already felt uneasy in the previous position, but sprawled on his back with Ouma looming over him he can't even move for a second or two. He feels pinned by more than just Ouma's slight weight on top of him, frozen like a deer in the headlights. Goddamn, that's somehow the most intimidating thing Ouma's ever said to him, and that's with several death threats also in the running.

Shuichi swallows, trying to swallow down with it the surge of nervousness and uncertainty. He finally pulls his uncuffed arm from around Ouma's shoulders so he can prop himself up on it, leaning up to press his face back to Ouma's neck and kiss at the soft spot just below his ear. He is absolutely just keeping his promise and has no self-conscious ulterior motives here whatsoever.]

[ Ouma's super pleased about getting the position he was aiming for, and he doesn't seem to mind as much when Shuichi kisses him there again -- humming quietly and tilting his head slightly away again, but he's still smiling. ]

Here...

[ After a second, he'll move his cuffed hand up to hook his fingers into his scarf so he can tug it off, discarding it somewhere on the bed beside them. Although they're close enough that it's not too impeding, he doesn't seem to really care that he's dragging Shuichi's cuffed hand around a little, too -- he needs to flex his fingers, alright. He's thinking these cuffs might only get in his way here soon, but he goes back to grabbing Shuichi's hand for now anyway, shifting his weight into his knees somewhat to give himself more room.

More room to keep his own promise of course, since his uncuffed hand on Shuichi's hip definitely moves back to grope at Shuichi's hardon through his pants. ]

[Wow, Ouma being cooperative and helpful. Shocking. Shuichi can't even complain about his arm getting jerked around some by the cuffs, not when Ouma is making it very clear how down he is with the current arrangement. Not that he didn't just say that directly out loud, of course. And not that Shuichi really has the clarity to complain about something so minor right now anyway. The point is, the little gestures are nice, too.

Also, seeing Ouma without the scarf is weird. The neckline of his shirt is lower than Shuichi would have expected and it leaves his collarbones on full display. Is that a weird thing to notice? They're distracting. His hand is just awkwardly hovering nearby where Ouma had dragged it along by the cuffs while tugging the scarf off, and for a moment he almost just touches them without thinking. But Ouma grabs his hand again and the moment passes.

He takes a moment before jumping right back into business, dropping his forehead against the now bare column of Ouma's neck, the skin there every bit as warm as Shuichi's feeling right now. He needs that moment to recover, Ouma's hand already on him again and god he really doesn't want to lose it just over some heavy petting. His hips twitch at the resumed touching and he draws a shaky breath to collect himself.

Anyway. Getting back to what he was doing. He brings his lips back to Ouma's throat, kissing once lightly at first like he has to build his way back up to what he was doing before. It's an inelegant series of kisses, smoothness ruined by Ouma's dedicated assault on his concentration, but he persists. Messy and inexperienced, maybe, but he can at least try to copy what Ouma had been doing earlier.

Did that bit of nibbling earlier suggest that Ouma's into that kind of thing? Is that too much of a jump in logic? Shuichi pauses for a moment, hesitant to try for real, but he picks back up again with a tentative, light scraping of teeth in the next kiss. Just to feel things out.]

[ Ouma feels goosebumps again as Shuichi starts kissing his neck, and he finds himself having to focus on keeping his breathing even so he can focus better on what he's wanting to do himself. It's definitely distracting, but it's not too bad.

-- That is, until he feels Shuichi's teeth on his neck. That's a little more distracting. Ouma's brow furrows slightly as he involuntarily closes his eyes, moaning quietly through tightened lips. It sure enough stirs up interest in him, and he kind of wants Shuichi to do that again but he's not sure if he wants to be that distracted yet!!

Sighing slowly as he parts his lips again, he reopens his eyes and tries shrugging that off before he moves his hand up to fiddle with the buckle of Shuichi's belt or whatever. He's plainly aiming to remove it. ]

... I'm taking this. So it's fair, y'know?

[ His voice is lowered by this point, but it's mostly from feigning composure. ]

[Oh. That...sure was a sound. One that Shuichi definitely wants to make happen again.Is it because that was a nice sound or because he just likes having successfully drawn it out of Ouma? Y'know what, both. "Both" is a good answer.

Before he can tackle that new goal, though, Ouma starts working to get his belt off and Shuichi's brain short circuits a little just anticipating exactly where that particular path is going. There's just slightly too long a pause before he responds, the mental stream of oh my god making it a difficult to get the words out.

shuichi stop overthinking things and just let the guy touch your dick ]

Y-yeah, that's fair.

[So smooth.

Right. He had a task anyway. He swallows and detangles the fingers of his cuffed hand from Ouma's, but only so he can plant that hand on the mattress to prop him up. The free hand is brought up, fingers just barely ghosting over Ouma's collarbones before sliding to grip him at the joint of neck and shoulder while Shuichi mouths at the opposite side. He's a bit bolder with the teeth this time, carefully testing greater pressure as he tries to tightrope-walk that boundary between "potentially harmful things he never thought he'd want to do to a person" and "shit Ouma is apparently into".]

[ There's a cheeky grin at Shuichi's answer, just because he can tell he's having a mental panic there. But it disappears quickly enough as he pulls Shuichi's belt out of the loops without too much trouble and discards that somewhere on the bed, too. He starts undoing Shuichi's fly almost as soon as he's done that, getting the button at least undone before he's suddenly really fucking distracted.

Having Shuichi's hand holding on his neck is nice again in itself, especially with Shuichi's mouth doing that on the other side. There's not really anywhere to lean away like this, and Ouma exhales a particularly rough, shaky breath with a short groan in his throat as his hands clench -- one in the sheets, and the other in the front waistband of Shuichi's pants. He's feeling so much warmer than before, and he almost wants to slap his hands against his face to bring his focus back, but that's definitely impossible right now.

Slower now, but utterly determined, he finishes undoing Shuichi's pants so that he can begin delving his fingers beneath the other's waistbands. ]

[That was probably the most honest thing he's ever heard come out of Ouma's mouth. It's kind of enthralling. He shivers, either a reaction to the sound or to Ouma's fingertips sliding over his skin just under his waistband, exhaling an unsteady breath over Ouma's skin before ducking his head slightly to get at Ouma's collarbones instead. He's already going in this hard, so...well. Might as well indulge every little thought and urge. He'll probably never have the chance to again.

It's a little less lowkey terrifying, too, having his teeth around skin and bone rather than soft, vulnerable flesh and major veins. Like if he fucked up somehow he's less likely to cause real damage. Encouraged by that rather morbid thought, he nips at the skin there, soothing it wuickly with a soft kiss placed over the same spot and his thumb stroking down the side of Ouma's neck.]

[ Ouma feels his heart pounding way too fast in his chest, almost to the point that he's sure Shuichi can probably feel it from where his mouth is on his collarbones. It's a little less sensitive there thankfully, but Shuichi's teeth (precarious, exciting, and absolutely arousing) in tandem with the more tender kissing is driving him nuts nonetheless -- it throws him off, and it all feels really good. He practically whines in his throat before consciously stopping himself, which just results in his breath hitching weirdly.

Huffing in an almost frustrated way, he tries to shove aside the realization that his own pants are getting tighter and focus on exploiting the fact that Shuichi is already very compromised underneath him. Briefly licking his lower lip in a moment of concentration, Ouma fully reaches his hand beneath all of Shuichi's fabric, wrapping his fingers around the other's cock as soon as he feels it. ]

[He was hard as can be and too sensitive even before Ouma properly got a hand on him. The sensation of heated skin on skin, a grip without any layers of fabric in between to soften it, is almost more than he can handle. Shuichi breaks away from where he's assaulting Ouma's collarbone with a ragged gasp, shuddering and then tensing immediately with the effort to keep his shit together. The arm he's propped up on feels suddenly much too shaky to be supporting his weight like that and he drops down onto the elbow instead.

His other hand remains gripped at the juncture of Ouma's neck and shoulder, though, and he tugs the other boy down with him.]

Ouma-kun...

[He'll get back to what he was doing, just...give him a minute. He presses his face hard against Ouma's neck, focusing on steadying his breaths.

At least his other hands is freed up like this, and the handcuffs mean Ouma's hand can't be far from his. He gropes around blindly for a moment before finding Ouma's and tangling their fingers together again. It's an immensely sappy urge and Ouma would probably make fun of him if he gave voice to it, but he just sort of...wants that extra point of connection. It's intimate in a very different way to everything else going on here.]

[ Ouma groans quietly when Shuichi pulls him down with him, using the hand not on Shuichi's dick to grip the bed a little more and try to steady himself -- not that it ultimately matters, because his whole upper torso is going to end up pressed against Shuichi's no matter what. He's able to steady his other half with his knees somewhat, which is good because he's not done touching Shuichi by a long shot.

Although it's tempting to just be completely all over Shuichi, especially when he kind of feels like grinding down on Shuichi's hip or something right now -- but he's not going to think about that. But he's unable to tear his attention away from how damn close he is to Shuichi right now and how warm Shuichi feels with his face in his neck breathing like that. God, Shuichi sounds so good right now, and Ouma's pulse skips a beat when Shuichi says his name like that. It's even better when Shuichi takes his hand again, which he wasn't expecting at all.

His own face is so red right now, but he ends up half-smiling regardless. ]

Heh... I haven't even started yet, y'know...

[ Ouma's voice is so breathy, but that doesn't seem to be stopping him from making his comments.

As if to demonstrate what he means, Ouma attempts to stroke Shuichi a few times in his hand. It's a little unsteady, both because Ouma's pretty worked up right now and because he's uh, getting used to this without trying to let on that he's completely winging things here.

Knowing things he probably shouldn't? Sure. Enacting said things himself? He's trying. ]

[Luckily for Ouma, Shuichi is both completely inexperienced himself and also definitely a teensy bit distracted at the moment. Maybe if not for the latter he might have been picking up more on the little clues -- it's not like he'd really believed the bragging about coming to places like this all the time to begin with -- but right now he's getting Baby's First Handjob™ and even he can't manage to overthink things right now.

Besides, he's way more inclined to read any stutters as Ouma being flustered right now. He might never truly understand Ouma, but for right now at least the other boy seems relatively simple. Shuichi savors every little noise and tremor, all the little signs of Ouma's true feelings that Shuichi unfortunately can't rely on having outside of this encounter right here.

(Never thought he'd be lamenting the inability to just ravish Ouma out in public before. Wow.)

His hips rock up to meet Ouma's stroking, and Shuichi moans deep in his throat, the sound seeming too loud in his own ears even muffled against Ouma's skin. He presses another messy kiss at the base of Ouma's throat and then leans up, arching his neck to capture Ouma's lips again. Fuck it, he is indeed a huge sap and he just wants to kiss him for real for a second.]

[ Ouma's in the middle of releasing a sigh in reaction to Shuichi kissing his throat when he blinks in surprise at having Shuichi's lips suddenly pressed against his own again. Not that he's complaining about that, and he'll pretty quickly tilt his head into it and close his eyes as he pretty messily reciprocates into it, his chest rubbing forward against Shuichi slightly as he does -- he can't exactly use his hands right now, after all.

And he's not going to stop stroking Shuichi's dick, establishing a pace of sorts with how he's twisting his hand along the shaft of it. He tries keeping this up while Shuichi is kissing him, but he really likes kissing Shuichi, so his attention is a bit torn as he slows down with it.

Being this close to Shuichi with all of this going on is a lot at once, and Ouma thinks his head might be spinning slightly from how warm he is. He moans in an almost whiny way in the middle of kissing Shuichi, absently wondering if it's possible for him to straddle Shuichi's thigh or something while he's doing this... ]

[Shuichi's remained fairly on-the-fence where Ouma's concerned since this whole murdergame first began. Even while he's begun to figure the other boy out a little, separating the truth from the lies at least somewhat and recognizing those odd moments of subtle helpfulness, he's still been just as uneasy around him. Ouma is weirdly fascinating, but impossible to predict, smarter than he ever lets on, and he always has ulterior motives. Shuichi's pretty sure Ouma wouldn't actually hurt anyone, but dealing with him is still intensely stressful.

Like this, though? Ouma seems almost downright pliable, sweet and simple and so responsive. And he's certainly being nice to Shuichi right now (even if Shuichi was more inclined to see it as teasing instead just a short while earlier). Feeling a surge of affection, Shuichi's hand slides up from Ouma's neck to cup his cheek, kisses turning a bit more chaste, brief closed-mouth presses between unsteady breaths and restrained gasps.

The pace slowing down is almost torturous, and he squirms under Ouma's grip trying to make up for it on his end. The leg he's got still tangled between Ouma's hikes up in an attempt to give himself a bit more leverage. If that happens to settle all too neatly up against Ouma's crotch, well, that's just a happy coincidence.]

[ Ouma's already having problems reciprocating with any grace as it is, so when Shuichi's rhythm of kissing changes, he's less reciprocative -- but he tries where he can while simultaneously keeping his pace of stroking Shuichi. Everything is distracting and way too hot and Ouma wonders if it's even possible to catch his breath back right now.

It gets worse when he suddenly feels Shuichi's leg up against him. ]

Ah... Fuck.

[ He gasps out the exclamation softly and way too breathily -- he'd probably drop his head if Shuichi weren't cupping his cheek right now. But as it is, he just ends up grinding his hips forward slightly in response to feeling Shuichi's leg against him, groaning quietly at the feeling of it.

His attention is so torn right now, and his grip on Shuichi inadvertantly gets a little more firm in a moment where he doesn't do much from being thrown off. He consciously makes himself resume, although his grip is still less delicate than before and his pace jerkier. He's more or less pumping Shuichi rather than stroking him by now. ]

[ shoe's on the other foot now motherfucker

He's panting raggedly, almost in time with Ouma's jerky strokes, and it's a conscious effort to hold out a little bit longer. But god, if there's anything that simultaneously makes that more difficult and also helpfully distracts him, it's Ouma's soft gasping and cursing and rubbing up against him. Shuichi pulls back a bit, leaning heavily on his elbow and sliding his hand back just enough to curl his fingers around the base of Ouma's skull and hold him in place.

He just...wants to see, is all. Shuichi draws a shaky breath, stating up at Ouma's rare uncontrolled face and biting his lip. It's really not helping him with holding out, here. But he's definitely glad to have seen it.

And he's happy to engage in a bit of revenge, watching intently while he gently presses his knee up against Ouma's crotch.]

[ Ouma almost instinctively tries to bring his hand up to cover his mouth with the back of his wrist or something when Shuichi holds his head in place, but quickly realizes he can't with the handcuffs.

Well, that backfired. ]

Saihara-chan...

[ Whatever he was going to say only trails off into a groan as he feels Shuichi's knee against him. If Ouma had it in him to spout off something more right now, he'd probably insist Shuichi's bullying him or something. Instead, he's just panting himself, his eyes heavily lidded and pupils blown as he tries to ignore Shuichi's knee and scoff about the fact that Shuichi's being pretty cheeky right now.

...Not that it works out for him, and his brow tenses as he flat-out whines about it before grinding down against Shuichi's knee. His hand falters in doing anything for Shuichi during this, just because he's really distracted right now and it's Shuichi's fault. ]

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

jfc...... he calls his dick "the lie"

the liefucker69000

fuck

that's the idea

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someone in team dgrp has to watch this so how private is it really

tsumugi watching from the mastermind's room with popcorn

she would

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