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[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. ]

[Backfired indeed. Shuichi swallows, his mouth feeling very dry suddenly, and thoughtlessly moves his hand to push Ouma's bangs out of his face. All the better to see, that's...a really good face. Wow.

The hand on his dick has fallen still and that's kind of a distraction, that foreign pressure and the need for it to move again. But this is also kind of a reprieve, and y'know what? He'll take that for a moment. He draws a breath, shoving down the urge to grind up against Ouma's hand until it gets going again, and watches Ouma's face intently as he drops his hand. His knuckles brush across the loose fabric down the front of Ouma's shirt, fingers pausing at the bottom hem and hovering there hesitantly.]

C-can I...? You know...

[Cheeky or not, he's still an awkward virgin.]

[ When Shuichi pushes his bangs away, Ouma's eyes flick up to meet Shuichi's, which he almost immediately regrets -- sudden embarrassment surges through him at noticing Shuichi looking at him so attentively and his face somehow feels even hotter. But there's also a part of him that's kind of enjoying it too, capturing all of Shuichi's focus like this...

His eyes dart down again when Shuichi lets go of him, and he's about to pick back up on what he was doing when Shuichi starts messing with shirt and asks his question.

...As worked up as he is, Ouma still manages to grin at that, scoffing a breathy laugh. ]

Touch me...? Well, you shouldn't...keep me waiting...

[ Ouma idly rubs his thumb over the head of Shuichi's dick, maybe to give him incentive for it. ]

[The eye contact is, at least, mutually embarassing. It seems to break whatever spell had had Shuichi so fixated, and his face burns as he drops his gaze. His mouth opens like he might respond, but Ouma's thumb rubbing at him just draws a low whine out of him. What was he even gonna say? Fuck if he can remember now.

There's a beat of hesitation, and he leans up to press his face back against Ouma's shoulder. He doesn't think he can do this without hiding his face, and he kinda...well. Really wants to do this. It's only fair, right?

It's anything but smooth as he fumbles one-handed, not really able to see what he's doing and half sure he'd lose his nerve if he could. Is Ouma really wearing a belt...? Of course he is, why would any step of this be easy? His fine motor skills are definitely suffering from the distraction of Ouma's hand still on him, his hips twitching and hand stalling every time he needs to gasp for a breath, trying very hard not to jar Ouma's arm too much now that they're working in the same shared space because that definitely isn't helping matters.

But he does eventually manage to get Ouma's pants open and worm his fingers beneath the waistband of what feels like boxer briefs. At least Ouma is undeniably hard. That's a bit of a confidence boost.

This shouldn't feel weird. It's not as if he's never touched a dick before. Just...never one that wasn't his own. So the angle he's working at here feels kind of odd even ignoring the fact that he's fumbling blindly and bumping arms with Ouma. His touch is too light as he gives it a few tentative strokes, like he's afraid of being too rough when he can't feel it directly to understand what he's doing -- which is dumb, because Ouma's definitely proven so far that he likes things at least a little rough, but still.]

[ While Shuichi is slowly fumbling around, Ouma begins distracting himself by turning his head slightly so that he can start pressing his mouth against the near-back of Shuichi's neck a few times. Mostly because it's what he can get to with Shuichi's face in his shoulder again, and because he just wants to do something so he's not thinking too much about the fact that Shuichi is presently working on getting in his pants. That just makes his heartrate jump considerably.

Breathing warm in between his kissing, Ouma starts moving his hand again, stroking Shuichi again albeit at a more inconsistent and slower pace than before. He doesn't seem to care about bumping arms with Shuichi much, because even if he might say differently, he's not that picky about how much finesse Shuichi has so much as he's just excited over the fact that it's Shuichi and he's getting something from him he never thought he'd get in the first place.

So it's pretty distracting feeling Shuichi's hand on his dick anyway, if only because having the sensation of someone else's hand on him is utterly foreign. He sucks in a quiet breath, immediately feeling like grinding more into Shuichi's hand or something.

...Fuck it, that's what he's doing -- biting down on his own lip as he stops kissing Shuichi's skin for now and shifts his hips toward him a bit. ]

[Shuichi shivers under those soft kisses and the faint breath on the back of his neck. He had a vague thought for a hot second of trying to return to what he'd been doing earlier, kissing and teething at Ouma's neck, but he quickly gave up on that idea. He's barely managing with what's going on right now, like hell could he handle that much multitasking at the moment. So he stays where he is, forehead pressed to the warm skin at the base of Ouma's neck and ragged breath ghosting over the spots he'd been nipping at on the other boy's collarbone.

He wouldn't have imagined he was doing at all decently, as awkward as he feels fumbling through his first handjob in both directions. But Ouma grinding down against his hand suggests otherwise. It's not really helping with the finesse issues, crushing his hand between their groins and making his wrist jar against Ouma's hand and his own dick with every stroke. Shuichi groans, unable to resist rolling his hips up into the additional friction.

Either his arm is getting tired supporting his weight like this or he's just shaking from the overall...well, "activity". But his elbow slips out from under him, hand taking Ouma's with it as it shifts abruptly, and he drops back down flat against the mattess with a gasp of breath.]

[ Ouma enjoys the friction, moaning against Shuichi's neck between what he gets from grinding against Shuichi's hand as well as the additional pressure that Shuichi moving his own hips brings. He's hopelessly horny right now, and he wants more. Although Shuichi's hand can only do so much, and it's getting cumbersome to try and keep his own stroking up when they're so close to each other and grinding against each other like this.

When Shuichi falls back fully, Ouma makes a decision as he stops touching Shuichi for the moment, taking his hand from Shuichi's pants and placing it on Shuichi's lower abdomen as he pushes himself up on his knees slightly. He's sort of frustrating himself in the process, because all he wants to do is keep grinding on Shuichi, but this might make things better. At least he can see Shuichi's face again for a minute, too. ]

Hey, let me...

[ He manages a prompt in the middle of his panting, moving his hand down to nudge Shuichi's away from touching him. ]

[It's a bad moment to actually see his face -- or maybe a good one, depending on how you're thinking about it. Ouma suddenly pulls away from him, even pushing Shuichi's hand off, and for a moment Shuichi looks a bit panicked under all the flushing and heavy breathing.]

What did I...?

[Clearly he has done something wrong, so wrong that Ouma doesn't even want to be touched by him anymore let alone want to continue getting him off. Oh god. How did he fuck up a handjob this badly.]

[ oh my god

Ouma can't help snickering in a breathy way at the look on Shuichi's face, looking a little amused in spite of how worked up he is. He doesn't even bother assuring Shuichi immediately, instead utilizing his free hand to tug Shuichi's waistband down a little more -- enough that Shuichi's exposed anyway. Ouma licks his own lower lip, taking a second to bother stroking Shuichi a few times like this too, realizing this is the first time he's actually gotten to see it. He'd probably make a poor and ill-timed joke if he weren't already so compromised right now.

But since he is, he doesn't waste much time before taking his hand away just briefly enough to tug his own pants down off his hips. He returns to stroking Shuichi immediately after that, dropping his body in closer to Shuichi's again until he's close enough that he can just hold Shuichi's dick in place while he grinds himself down against Shuichi.

He moans contently in his throat as he does it, keeping his eyes on Shuichi as he tilts his head with lingering amusement on his face. ]

You're such...a dummy...

[ oh

Well, the good thing about having his hand freed up is that he can toss his arm up over his face, pressing the crook of his elbow to his eyes as he draws a hissing breath. He's too on-display like this, Ouma's stare feeling every bit as tangible as his hand, and Shuichi's pretty sure he's going to actually die at this rate, if not from the embarassment then from the overwhelming friction of Ouma grinding down against him.

He keens with a shudder and practically convulses, back arching a little and then bowing as his hips snap forward. His jaw tightens with the effort to restrain the sounds escaping him. Christ, this was easier not to think about when they were pressed so close he couldn't really take in the whole scene. Like this, it feels like every little spasm and breahy moan is the focus of attention and god, he could really die.]

[ The sounds Shuichi's making and the way his body is responding is all too encouraging for Ouma, even if Shuichi's hiding his face again...not that it's unexpected by this point. Ouma sighs as he moans, thinking that this definitely feels way better between the additional heat and friction involved. It's more convenient too, he finds, eventually letting go of his hold on Shuichi's dick as he figures out the best way to grind his hips effectively here.

He'll take advantage of the sudden free hand, moving it up to grasp at Shuichi's arm so that he can gently try to pull it away from Shuichi's face -- it's getting in his way, and as if to demonstrate this, Ouma tilts his head to tentatively press a few inelegant kisses along Shuichi's jawline, like he's looking to make out with Shuichi properly again.

...Or as properly as he can get when they're both so wound up, anyway. ]

[He half expects Ouma to tease him, because this is Shuichi and Ouma is Ouma and it's a pretty disastrous mix of low self-esteem and mischief between the two of them. But even in forcing his arm away, Ouma's being so gentle that Shuichi even tentatively opens his eyes, peeking up at Ouma with uncertainty from beneath his raised arm. He anticipates laughter or at least more light ribbing, and instead he gets Ouma leaning in to kiss him more.

Oh.

Fuck. There's a surge of affection there, but he doesn't really think there's anything he could say to express that gratitude for not making this entirely difficult. Certainly nothing that wouldn't sound pathetic and a little neurotic, anyway. He settles for bitting his lip to smother a sigh, turning his head to meet Ouma's and for a moment just letting their noses rest side by side. Then he tilts his head to catch Ouma with a proper kiss, soft and careful in contrast to the needy grinding up against Ouma.]

[ As soon as Shuichi's kissing him, Ouma goes ahead and lets go of his arm, instead dropping his hand to grab at the front of Shuichi's jacket tightly while he continues grinding down against Shuichi in turn. He sighs heavily through his nose, thinking it's not an ideal time to be trying to thoroughly kiss Shuichi as he's quickly feeling lightheaded, but that's not going to stop him.

Which means Ouma's not quite as soft or careful, but he's definitely keen, moaning against Shuichi's mouth as his knees only feel weaker and his pace of jerking his hips just gets shakier. He's not sure how much longer he can keep this up, the feeling of Shuichi rubbing against him almost damn well putting him in a daze, but he is at least fairly stubborn. His cuffed hand tightens its grip on Shuichi's as he (badly) tries to ignore the heat coiling in his groin. ]

[Is it pathetic or just extremely sappy that the hottest part of all this is Ouma squeezing his hand tight and clutching at him, kissing him so enthusiastically even while looking and sounding like he's coming completely undone? Probably a bit of both.

Fortunately, Shuichi doesn't even have the presence of mind to dwell in self-deprecation over that thought. He wraps his freed-up arm around Ouma's shoulders, holding the other boy close enough that he can feel every shudder and spasm as a full-body experience. Trapped between their bodies like this, there's more heat and friction and pressure on his dick than he's ever felt before, even haphazard and sloppy as this rutting is quickly becoming. With a sharp gasp and a strangled groan, he pulls away from Ouma's mouth just to curl against his shoulder. He tenses and his legs clench together around Ouma's between them.]

O-Ouma-kun, I can't--

[ aaaaaaa fuck fuck fuck fuck ]

[ It's probably a good thing Shuichi pulls away, because Ouma really needs to catch his breath here, but even that seems like an impossible task right now. Panting heavily and feeling his head practically buzzing by this point, he haphazardly lets go of Shuichi's jacket to fumble his hand down and determinedly stroke Shuichi a few more times.

It's obvious Shuichi's about to get off from this -- the way he sounds and the way he's clenching around him right now -- so Ouma wants to make sure that happens before he ends up doing the same. Maybe he's making a stupid, personal game about it. Either way, he wants to see Shuichi come because of him. That'd be nice.

He laments the lack of a free hand to pull Shuichi's head back down with, but he'll take what he can get here. ]

[He doesn't want to. It feels like giving in, and while he isn't a very competetive person he somehow doesn't want to lose here, by whatever metric "losing" means here. Ouma seems wrecked and he wants to keep that going, this rare experience of Ouma seeming so honest and open...

But it was a losing battle even before Ouma moved to finish him off. The hand working between them to stroke at him is just more stimulation than he can bear and he keens, his arm wrapped around Ouma squeezing tight. It's all he can do to just hold on and press his face to Ouma's shoulder. He comes with a heavy shudder, the heat and pleasure sweeping through him with more intensity than he's ever felt just touching himself. The wordless cry that escapes him is practically a sob muffled against Ouma's skin, overwhelmed and gasping.]

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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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