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[ 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.]

[ Ouma loves that, the feeling of Shuichi grabbing him so tight and coming undone so easily despite the fact that Ouma's just bullshitting his way through this. But Shuichi doesn't have to know that.

Ouma halts in everything he's doing for a moment when Shuichi comes, enjoying how Shuichi tenses and shudders into him -- he bites down on his lower lip while he's listening to Shuichi, the sounds and feeling of Shuichi's face warm against his shoulder going straight to his own dick as he only feels more hopelessly turned on by all this. God.

Ouma idly moves his hand away, noticing how much more slick his fingers have gotten from Shuichi coming and laughing breathily and almost inaudibly about it. At least with his hand free again, he can move it up to grab at the back of Shuichi's head, fingers weaving through the other's hair as he attempts to bring his head back down against the bed. Which he probably shouldn't be doing with the hand he'd just used to get Shuichi off, but he doesn't really care since Shuichi just came on both of them, anyway. This is a problem for later. ]

My turn...

[ He didn't get to see Shuichi's face earlier, but he at least wants to see it now as he's starting to grind himself a little desperately against Shuichi's hip with a shaky breath, adjusting his angle slightly so as not to overstimulate Shuichi or something. Although that might be nice too, but he doesn't have the frame of mind to be that vexatious right now. ]

[Coming down from that spiking peak of a high, he recognizes Ouma's words and maneuvering only distantly, as if through a dense cloud. Shit, yeah. Ouma's still gotta...damn. He can't help but feel vaguely like he's fucked up somehow, like he should have made sure to hold off until Ouma was taken care of

Fortunately for the mood in general, Shuichi's a bit too blissed out at the moment to really dwell too much on that sense of failure or to register the mess on the hand in his hair. He's all too pliable, getting tugged back down onto the matress with little more than a slight wince at the slight sting of his hair getting pulled. Or it might be in response to any little bit of contact he's getting down below. As considerate as Ouma's trying to be -- and Shuichi might even recognize and appreciate it later -- their proximity and Ouma's desperate rutting make it pretty much impossible to completely avoid brushing up against him. Every bit of it stabs through his daze like a needle, just over the edge of what could still be considered pleasurable.

But hey, at least like this, foggy-headed and over-warm and occasionally drawing a slight hissing breath, he's not instinctively moving to cover his face. Fuck, that's the furthest thing from his mind right now, even with the awareness that Ouma is definitely leering down at him right now. He feels too boneless to try.

The best he can manage right now is shifting his hips slightly, trying to angle them to the side a bit so Ouma has an easier rise to grind against without rubbing against his own overstimulated dick too much.]

[ Ouma thinks Shuichi looks really nice like this...even though if he was asked if Shuichi could ever look erotic before all of this, he probably would have laughed at the thought. But it's helping him along here, and it's even better when Shuichi starts shifting his hips a little for him, too.

Ouma bites down on his lower lip with a muffled moan, fingers unconsciously gripping tighter in Shuichi's hair and body feeling shakier as he gets incredibly close, his breathing way too fast to even bother trying to recuperate by this point. ]

Saihara-...

[ He doesn't even manage to get his usual playful nickname out, voice cracking slightly as he tenses up with a whine before coming, nails digging into the back of Shuichi's hand from how hard he's gripping it now. ]

[It's a good show, now that he isn't half-focused on his own arousal. Ouma looks ruined and sounds just as good. The painful grips on his hand and in his hair make for a sharp contrast to his own ebbing pleasure, just enough to keep him from zoning out.

And he definitely doesn't want to be zoning out right now. He can't imagine missing this. For once, he can't even be assed to feel any shame over it, straight up ogling the other boy and basking in the afterglow of some very reckless life choices.

He slides his arm around Ouma's shoulders up so he can grip at the base of his neck, just...keeping him still, or grounding him, or just holding him. Shuichi isn't really sure where his own head is at right now. It's hard to keep track of a thought, and Ouma's face hovering above him is one hell of a distraction.]

Come on...

[Absently, he thinks of how nicely Ouma had reacted to all those little nips and scrapes of teeth before -- and fortunately, he's a little beyond capacity to be embarrassed by that train of thought at the moment. He curls his fingers against the back of Ouma's neck so he can dig his nails in, his eyes never leaving Ouma's face.]

[ It takes Ouma a second to even realize Shuichi is staring at him, mostly because he's still riding out his orgasm with a lot of panting and a jolt here and there. As he's gradually catching his breath back finally, he does notice, although he can't really bring himself to care about it too much right now. Although flushed and spent, he's regaining his thoughts at least -- even though it's super distracting when he feels Shuichi's fingernails digging in skin like that. Ouma moans under his breath in a drawn-out, whiny way while closing one of his eyes in reaction to it. God. ]

Meanie...

[ Ouma mutters quietly, but not without a hint of amusement as he tightens his grip in Shuichi's hair to keep him in place -- although in a much more lenient way than how he'd been pulling on it earlier. He tries bringing his own face in even closer, nose even bumping against Shuichi's like he's a mere second from kissing him again...

--But he abruptly pulls his mouth out of reach, resting his forehead against Shuichi's instead with a half-grin as he regards him. ]

...Ah, did you like that? You did, huh?

[ His voice is lower than before, mostly because he is pretty enervated, but the tease is still evident in his tone. ]

[The faint sting in his scalp barely even registers as anything beyond simple punctuation of Ouma's whining. Shuichi huffs something like a laugh, but it's a bit lost in his own heavy breathing as he tries to pull himself back together.

More kissing is probably not conducive to that effort, but he's down anyway. So maybe it's for the best that Ouma fakes him out. He's caught mid attempt to reciprocate, and a bemused expression crosses his face right before a faint, frustrated frown.

Of course Ouma would tease him. But it doesn't feel very biting at all. Shuichi can't tell if it was gentler than normal or if he's just too inclined to nicer interpretations right now. Ouma's voice, so low compared to his usual volume and energy, feels incredibly private. Intimate. Which...he supposes isn't strange given they'd just been getting pretty damn intimate indeed, but it still feels special. Shuichi sighs softly, just a slightly heavier breath in his slowly easing panting.]

Yeah.

[The honesty comes easily, even if his brain seems to be catching up enough for a bit of belated embarassment in just saying so. He'd probably blush, but he's still so red from their "activites" that it's hard to really tell the difference.]

Nee-heehee...

[ He snickers quietly, the heaving in his chest that coincides with his breathing gradually softening as nearly everything seems to calm down. Except his heartbeat -- that's still skipping around aimlessly.

Maybe it's because he's in a good mood. ]

Oops. Guess I took more than your first kiss, huh?

[ "Oops" is kind of putting it lightly, but y'know, of course he's going to try and make light of it. Even if he's supremely pleased he was able to go this far with Shuichi. He didn't plan on it...initially thinking he could just play around with Shuichi a bit, but the game turned out to be more than either of them likely bargained for.

It's probably a little self-serving, but he thinks he'd like it if Shuichi were unable to forget him after something like this. It's a thought that excites him a little.

He lets go of Shuichi's hair, moving his hand away and sitting up slightly. ]

I'll give you something back now for being such a good sport!

[ It takes Ouma a second to find whatever he's looking for, mostly because he's digging in the hem of his own sleeve.

What he reveals turns out to be a thin lockpick of sorts, since he subsequently lifts his handcuffed wrist and uses the item to start fiddling with the cuff's closure. ]

[Putting it very lightly.]

"Oops".

[The repitition is dry and disbelieving. He stares up at Ouma for a lonng moment, mouth pressed into a thin line, before he sighs a heavy breath through his nose and closes his eyes.

It's not that he expected something sappy, or anything like that. Not from the Ultimate Surpreme Leader. But Ouma's typical flippancy stings a little. His first kiss and first more-than-a-kiss all at once, so abruptly and without any of the standard build-up. It's just...a lot. It's not not a big deal. It's definitely not the sort of thing he ever thought anyone would be calling him a "good sport" over. That implies putting up with something, or whatever.

Biting his lip, he turns his head to the side so he can idly watch Ouma pick the handcuff lock.]

You can't really give me my own hand back as a reward.

[It's a much cooler response than he thought he could manage. He can ignore the slowly building embarassment and vague sense of shame by at least clinging to that exasperation. It's not what he wants to be feeling right now, but the alternative seems so much worse. He doesn't even want to think of falling apart into a blushing mess right now so Ouma can laugh at him for being too serious about all this. It's just a game, after all.]

[ Handcuffs are simple enough, especially ones designed for playing around with... So it's not long at all before the cuff clicks open, dropping off of Ouma's raised wrist. ]

Ehhh...?

[ Ouma bites down on the lockpick to briefly hold it in his mouth, idly rubbing his own wrist with his other hand as he looks down at Shuichi and tilts his head at him with interest. Absently, he thinks he'll probably have a few marks of evidence from everything they've been doing, but at least nothing will be visible.

He'll use his (now free) hand to gently take Shuichi's in his own, working on his cuff's lock next. He speaks again as soon as he takes the pick out of his mouth for this. ]

Did you want something else as a reward, Saihara-chan?

[ His tone drops for that as a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. ]

[Shuichi pales a little at that tone. He's not positive what it's suggesting, but it still makes him faintly nervous.]

T-that's not what I meant.

[He's absolutely not blushing. That's just the residual redness from all the recent fun, clearly.

Is all this weird? Are they supposed to just chill a bit here or immediately clean up? Fuck, is this vague desire for like a hug or a kiss or whatever just him being horribly clingy? He has nothing to judge by. He's still...god. Ugh. Trying to be casual about it, he reaches down with his free hand to tuck himself back into his pants and fasten everything back up. He doesn't even know where his belt is. His hand brushes against a splatter of cooling cum and he grimaces.]

...I could use a towel. Or a new shirt.

[Maybe Ouma could get away with it, with all his white clothes, but Shuichi definitely can't.]

[ Ouma makes equally quick work with Shuichi's cuff, dropping the other's hand afterwards. He'll start pulling his own pants back up over his hips, working on his fly as he responds to Shuichi. ]

Lucky for you, there's probably a towel or two somewhere. Y'know, since there's a bathtub...

[ This place is too extra.

Ouma shifts to lean back over Shuichi again though, not letting him sit up yet as he gets in his face again. Both his hands move to grab at Shuichi's blazer. ]

But you seriously don't need a new shirt! Just take this thing off...

[ Ouma's fingers begin to work at unbuttoning it for him, starting at his collar. He's just very helpful, okay. ]

[Ouma's just teasing him somehow, he knows it, but he looks uneasy anyway. He props himself up on one elbow as much as he can with the other boy hovering over him, using his newly freed hand to try to take over unbuttoning his blazer.]

I can do it...

[It's an obvious solution, but he can't help the way his brain runs off with it on him as he shrugs the jacket off. What if someone sees them coming out of the hotel together? Would they believe they were just "investigating"? This late? With his blazer off and god knows what the rest of him looks like right now? God, he can't imagine what even his face must look like, and just thinking off it has him ducking his head.

He needs to stop overthinking this. It was already sunset when they came in, so there probably isn't even anyone around. It's just...a thing that happened. Because Ouma was bored or likes messing with him or something. That's all.

Biting back a sigh, he lifts his hand to straighten out whatever mess his hair is in after Ouma was done with it. It's only when he's smoothing down the back that he feels a bit of stickiness, and he glances up at Ouma with a horrified grimace as he pulls his hand away abruptly.]

Did you seriously--?!

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[ Ouma shrugs, sitting up a little more again to give Shuichi some room. He glances at the bed, noticing his scarf first and foremost. He's going to go ahead and grab that, although he's distracted by Shuichi's sudden exclamation.

Ouma blinks for a second, then realizes what he's talking about and only ends up looking kind of amused about it. Oh, yeah. ]

Ah-haha, I suuure did! I'm such a ditz, I totally forgot... At least it's yours?

[ That makes it better, right??

Sorry, Shuichi. ]

Too bad you didn't bring your hat.

[The sour glance he shoots Ouma suggests that no, it does not make it better.

Sitting up kinda brings the entirety of the situation into focus again. It was easier to tune it all out while on his back and otherwise occupied. The bed, the tacky love hotel room. Ouma sitting across from him grabbing the scarf to conveniently cover up the faint red spots where Shuichi had been nipping at him. Everything they'd just been doing. Jesus christ, his first kiss ended with jizz in his hair. He has entirely lost control of his life.

Shuichi frowns down at the bedspread, tentatively feeling out the mess at the back of his head to gauge how noticeable it might be.]

I guess...it'd be more suspicious if I suddenly was wearing it again without explanation.

[It's an awkward attempt at optimism, or maybe at basic conversation. At least Ouma's teasing and talking to him like normal? It's not ideal -- fuck, he's not sure what "ideal" would even be -- but he think he'd be way more unhappy if Ouma was just ignoring him or something.

Just as awkwardly, he follows Ouma's lead and just leans over to grab his belt from the edge of the bed where Ouma presumably tossed it earlier. It's cool. He's cool.]

I think you look better without it, anyway.

[ The convenient thing about lying so much is that he can tell the truth here and there and still leave an air of doubt over whether it's really true. He takes pride and confidence in being mostly inexplicable.

Ouma starts wrapping his scarf around his neck and tying it, assuming it'll just cover everything. It's too bad he can't see what Shuichi's done to him very well, but he can...check that later...

Less out of concern and more out of interest.

He glances at Shuichi in the middle of tying his scarf, tilting his head as he tries assessing how noticable the cum is in the other's hair now that it's been effectively brought to his attention.

He grins mischievously, which means he probably shouldn't say whatever he's going to say next, and yet... ]

But I haven't decided yet if I like this new look on you or not.

[ Needs further investigation. ]

[It doesn't feel...that noticeable, at least. Between the cum and Ouma's hands and rubbing against the bedspread, his hair feels matted and nasty, but at least the cum seems kinda...worked in? It's gross as hell to think about, but it's probably not immediately identifiable. Tolerable enough for a walk back to the dorms where he will immediately jump in the shower.

Trying to finger-comb out the worst of the matted mess, he closes his eyes and lets out a slow, calming breath. It's as much a fight against exasperation as it is against embarassment. That he succeeds with only mild flushing is a victory in his eyes.]

Don't get too attached. I'm taking a shower as soon as I'm back in my room.

[There is a bath here. But if his options are speed-walking back to his room and risking bumping into someone like this, or stripping down completely in a room like this with Ouma still present...ugh. God. He doesn't want to linger here longer than necessary. It seems like it'd be just tempting fate.]

[ Ouma seems amused by that response, still smiling as he finishes up with arranging his scarf back properly. ]

Aw, too bad. I'm like, super hopelessly attached now!

[ Is he even talking about the cum? Is he even being serious? Who knows.

Ouma moves to find and grab his own belt at this point, working on putting that back on next. ]

Do you want me to wait a little while after you before leaving?

[ Ouma offers, realizing how sus this entire situation is...but he also wants to gauge Shuichi's answer to that, so his tone is partially curious. ]

[It feels like a dismissal. And it stings, but he supposes he shouldn't be surprised. It was all just a game, after all. Of course Ouma gets bored once the game is over.

Shuichi turns away to sit on the edge of the bed while he bets his belt back on and muses over that. Would it look weirder for them to leave separately on the off chance anyone saw them go in together? It seems beyond unlikely. Still, the edge of unhappiness remains. Is he just worried or is it this whole situation? His back facing Ouma is stiff, but at least it doesn't tive away as much of his internal conflict as his face probably would.]

...Yeah, that's a good idea.

[Ugh. They barely even looked around the room, but that need to be thorough has vanished entirely. There's no way there's anything important here. This is as much Monokuma's game as it is Ouma's.

That's an unpleasant thought.]

[ Ouma finishes with his belt, slapping his hands down on the bed in a mock expression of poutiness as he faces Shuichi's back that's now turned toward him, his own knees still on the bed. ]

Huuuuh? Do you not wanna be seen with me, or something?! So cold...

[ He whines, even though he's the one that definitely offered the option. ]

But it's probably safest this way. What if this got turned into a motive, or something? ...Hey, you wouldn't kill to keep this secret, right Saihara-chan?

[ His tone turns slightly more hushed as he inquires this, eyeing the other down inquisitively. ]

[That at least gets Shuichi to look back at Ouma for a moment, bewildered.]

E-eh?! Of course not! I wouldn't kill for any reason!

[Surely Ouma knows that by now. This is just more teasing. He doesn't know what he'd do if the others did find out about this -- die of embarassment, maybe -- but of course he can't even imagine hurting anyone over it.

As much as he's with Kaito in wanting everyone to believe and trust in each other, he doesn't doubt that there are quiet doubts and fears in the group. But he wants to think no one could be worried about him in that way by now.]

Good to know! Cumstains will wash out with some elbow grease, but bloodstains are a little harder to deal with.

[ As he's saying this nonsense, he'll move to drop his legs off the edge of the bed, sitting next to Shuichi.

He's more pleased than concerned that this happened, because if he takes his stupid crush feelings out of the equation, this could potentially come in handy. Not that he particularly wants to take his stupid crush feelings and shove them out of the way, but the game comes first.

The killing game, of course. Even if he might kind of like this side game... ]

So now we have a scandalous secret, Saihara-chan! Don't tell anyone, okay? I really feel like I can trust you, so I'll get mad if you do! Then who knows what will happen...

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