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[ Welcome to hell! Welcome to hell!

Which is to say, welcome to the morning after Ouma and Shuichi's game went a little further than it probably should have. Ouma had ended up killing even more time in the tacky love hotel by giving it another, more thorough investigative sweep -- not that he found anything particularly useful, but it's good to know the layout of the place and what exactly can all be found in there item-wise. Who knows what might end up being useful or relevant in this mutual killing game fiasco. Although he lowkey hopes some of the shit he found never ends up being relevant -- but knowing Miu, it's possible.

So Ouma's a little sleep deprived, between staying out that much later and...the general exhaustion...plus his inability to stop thinking about it. Even though he'll act like he slept like an absolute baby, 'cause he's a liar. He's even dragged himself to the cafeteria for breakfast, because that's how utterly unaffected he is. Plus, he is hungry.

Thankfully (but also annoyingly, because now he's gotta go see what they're up to right now), most of the ~*~student council~*~ of Angie's, aka the brainwashed idiots, aren't really around right now. That leaves...Korekiyo, Maki, Miu, and Kaito. What a wack group. Although one of the others might show up later...or altogether, since they're teaming up. No Shuichi either, which is interesting.

But not unsurprising, he supposes.

He doubts anything would've happened to him, but there's a paranoid part of him that kind of wonders.

He's almost considering just nabbing some snacks and taking them up to his room right now, because this is pretty uninteresting!! No fights breaking out or anything. Plus, the meal quality around here has really taken a nosedive since Kirumi's death. Oh, well...

The Monokubs will probably show up to say something inane, so he should stick around. ]

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I don't live under a rock...

[It's a pretty weak protest, especially when he's distracted shaking his head and trying to fight Ouma's grip for the remote.]

And I wouldn't like it either way. Come on...

[But he is taller and has longer limbs, and he will absolutely take advantage of that to try reaching the remote over Ouma's head despite how he's being pushed away. The effort gets him up on his knees, unsteady as he tries leaning for it, but dammit he doesn't wanna listen to this chick call her teacher "daddy" anymore ok??]

What? I just wanna know your tastes a little...

[ Even though this is very clearly not even close to something anyone would pick with Shuichi in mind.

And it has absolutely nothing to do with why Ouma's still trying to keep Shuichi from getting the remote, scrambling around to try and push his own foot against one of Shuichi's knees in an attempt to block the other more effectively.

All this while the woman's moaning only gets louder and more dramatic as the fucking sounds turn more desperate and uneven.

He scoffs a laugh again, although this time it isn't because of anything from Shuichi. ]

Oh yeah, she's totally faking it!

[ He needed to whip out his PhD in lies knowledge for that one, tbh. ]

This definitely isn't my taste!

[Surely Ouma would have figured that much out just from last night? This has got to be just teasing him. Which...he did just kinda tell Oma to lay off teasing in this vein this morning, but this isn't public, so his embarrassment at least stops short of actual irritation. It's hard to be irritated when he's distracted by wanting to die a little bit anyway.

Especially with Ouma pointing out the worst of it. Shuichi makes a face at the loud and clearly fake moaning, awkwardness mixed with exasperation, and he doesn't even know how to respond to that. But fortunately Ouma saves him from having to by pushing his knee out from under him. He drops with a yelp, half crashing on top of Ouma where he'd been reaching across for the remote and grabbing at the other boy's shoulder's for support.]

[ Ouma half saw this coming, especially with how wobbly Shuichi seemed already (and distracted, since Ouma hasn't shut up the whole time during their tug-of-war with the remote). He let it happen anyway, even though it means Shuichi ungracefully knocking him over in the process.

Ouma grunts quietly between Shuichi grabbing his shoulder and the impact of his own back hitting the bed -- but at least that's soft.

The remote goes flying in the process, unceremoniously hitting the floor hard somewhere and apparently on its button-side, because the sound of the collision is immediately followed by the porno just...shutting off. The room is all of a sudden met with silence, and there's a blue screen on the TV.

Not that Ouma's even bothered looking at the TV, and he blinks in surprise for a second at the abrupt interruption of awkward sex sounds.

...Only to break into a wide grin a second later at the current predicament.

He snickers, sounding too amused when he cuts the silence: ]

...Again? Really?

[Ah. There's that brief expression of confusion, Ouma blinking up at him as if he's been thrown off his game, if only for a second. It's distracting enough that Shuichi doesn't immediately notice the video shutting off, nor does he get off Ouma right away.

Of course, the spell is broken quick enough by Ouma's snickering, and he doesn't need to expand for Shuichi to know what he means by "again". His brain probably would have gone there in a second on its own anything, but he still flushes to be reminded of it, hurriedly rolling off Ouma onto his back, hiding his face in his hands.]

Th-that was your fault...

[It's one hell of a pattern, two nights in a row. Shuichi groans, trying not to let his brain wander down that that again. The porno itself definitely wasn't arousing in the least, but it certainly put one subject at the forefront of his mind, and it's not a far leap from there to thoughts of things that definitely were exciting.

He was just trying to bond with a simple movie night, dammit.]

[ To be perfectly fair, it's been Ouma's fault...both times... but he doesn't seem to be ashamed by that at all. Ouma sits up on his elbow to regard Shuichi, clearly entertained by all of this. He brings his spare arm over so he can lightly poke an index finger at the back of Shuichi's hands that are covering his face. ]

Well, I know I'm pretty irresistible and all...

[ More like absolutely abrasive and often annoying to those in his vicinity, but sure.

And he's just casually going to keep acting like it wasn't actually his fault. ]

But geez, did that terrible porno get you in the mood or something? Should I call you "daddy" a few times for good measure? ...I'm really not into that kind of stuff, though.

[ Can he shut up.

It's already been established that Shuichi isn't either, so while he's clearly playing dumb right now, he's also being pretty damn blatant about theoretically throwing himself into a sexual situation with Shuichi. Maybe he just wants to keep those kinds of thoughts on Shuichi's mind right now. ]

[Well, that one at least overpowers the embarrassment with sheer distaste. He lowers his hands at Ouma's prodding just enough to give him an extremely flat look.]

Nothing would turn me off more.

[He sighs into his palms and his eyes cut sideways away from Ouma, staring off towards the blank blue TV screen. He's not entirely stupid. Maybe if last night hadn't happened he'd be less inclined to think along these lines, but it did. And as much as his shitty self-esteem wants to insist Ouma must surely have lost interest after whatever fit of boredom or curiosity prompted that encounter -- he had been quick to kick Shuichi out afterwards -- the more logical part of him can't help but recognize a pattern of behavior here.

He bites at his lip under his hands, eyebrows knitting together as he takes a long few moments to run through those thoughts a few times.]

...Are you just...teasing me more, or...?

[ Ouma seems pleased to soak in the amusement of the situation as he lets Shuichi gather his bearings or whatever, bringing his arm up while keeping his weight on his elbow so he can rest his face in his hand while he's just lying here smiling.

At least, until Shuichi responds again. ]

Huuuuh? That's so rude--!

[ Ouma feels a strong urge welling up to flick Shuichi in the forehead or something, but suppresses it instead in favor of putting on a dramatically offended tone. ]

Didn't I just say I wouldn't tease you about these things this morning?

[That's all but confirmation, and he presses his lips together tight in the effort to keep a straight-ish face, even still half-hidden behind his hands and looking away.]

You did.

[When his eyes flick back to Ouma, it's almost shy, still just a little uncertain and searching for something sincere.]

But you're also a liar.

[Pretty good reason to be unsure. And besides that, he's just...himself. Not particularly interesting, kinda plain, only ever useful after someone is already dead. It's only reasonable for him to have doubts, isn't it?

Fuck, it's kind of egotistical to be thinking along these lines too, right? As if Ouma spending a bit of time with him and showing interest has to mean he's actually...well, interested. Isn't it just as likely -- more likely -- that this is just entertainment, an easy and fun way to kill time while trapped here?]

Yup, I'm the biggest, bestest liar around!

[ Ouma confirms a little more cheerily, clearly proud over a fact that he should probably not be proud of.

He tilts his head in his hand slightly while looking at Shuichi, wondering what's all going through his head right now -- if he's thinking about his lies, then that in itself makes Ouma pretty jazzed. Although he also knows Shuichi is more or less self-doubt incarnate. So there's that, too...

Shuichi is an overthinker, and while Ouma can relate and respect that, he definitely wants Shuichi's thoughts to be on him -- maybe it's a little selfish, but Ouma's okay with that.

Ouma's tone of voice drops when he speaks again, a little more serious sounding. ]

...And you're the only one who cuts through my lies so well, Saihara-chan.

[Just the slightest intake of breath, one of his hands curling into a loose fist to worry at his mouth with his knuckles. Well, there was the sincerity he was looking for, as far as he can tell. Ironic, maybe, to feel fairly confident of that just after Ouma had proudly reiterated his title of Biggest Liar Ever, but Shuichi thought he at least somewhat understood Ouma's habits and tells by now. He often seems a little less childish when telling the truth, more blank-faced like he has to keep tightest control of his expressions when being genuine.

He thinks he gets it, gets Ouma, if only a little, so he believes that. It checks out logically, too. It makes sense in a way that Ouma likes the challenge of someone capable of cutting straight through his bullshit. Just...is that enough to justify interest, or is he just the most fun for Ouma to mess around with? Those are still two very different options -- to him, at least. One of them is kind of terrifying, if kind of exhilarating at the same time. The other is just...flattering, maybe, sort of, but depressing.

Frowning behind his hands, he glances away and then back to Ouma again in quick succession, unsure even of what he wants to do with...all that. He could push harder, harass Ouma until he just says what it is he wants--

...A dumb question, actually. Shuichi knows what he wants. Ouma's making that pretty damn clear here. What Shuichi is looking for is the bigger picture, and he wonders if there's anything at all he could say to make Ouma paint it for him.

Frowning behind his hands, he draws in a slow breath and drags his hands up and face and through his hair, gripping briefly at the strands as if to steady himself. It helps to have that short moment of fuller cover too, his arms hiding his whole face so well. But he doesn't expect Ouma to let him get away with that for more than a moment, and he knows he can't sit in silence mentally working all the details to death forever.

Ok.

Another breath, as if the air entering his lungs could convert all his insides to steel rather than weak, vulnerable flesh, and he drops his arms and props himself up on one of them, the other catching Ouma's shoulder while he leans up to press their lips together.]

[ Ouma watches Shuichi have his moment with a thoughtful look on his face, partially wondering how much Shuichi's going to stress out about this kind of thing. He's about to throw in a comment about how Shuichi's bound to go bald or something if he keeps that up, but that's when Shuichi ends up finally moving his arms away.

What follows is better than Ouma expected, and he's momentarily stunned over it, feeling his heart skip a beat as Shuichi's lips are suddenly against his again -- not an unfamiliar sensation by this point, but not any less thrilling for him. He's not sure if it's because he hasn't experienced this kind of thing enough yet or if it's just Shuichi that gets him this interested. He knows he would be way less into it if it were just anyone else though, so there is that.

Ouma doesn't take longer than a few seconds to start reciprocating into it, moving the hand he'd been resting his face in down against the bed while his other hand moves to hold the side of Shuichi's neck, like he's intent on keeping Shuichi where he can kiss him. It's not long before he starts smiling into the kiss too, because he did just get exactly what he wanted here. ]

[Those few seconds are just enough to make Shuichi panic a little, heart pounding in his chest as he's suddenly sure he's misinterpreted something somewhere along the line and Ouma's going to shove him off in a moment--

So it's an immense relief when Ouma finally kisses back. The tension visibly leaks out of him and he stops holding his breath, releasing it through his nose because Ouma's definitely not letting him pull away at all. He feels more than sees the hand on his neck, because yeah his eyes were definitely clenched shut in anticipation of the worst. But it's all good because he doesn't plan on pulling back at this moment anyway.

Instead, he pushes with his hand on Ouma's shoulder, trying to force the other boy down onto his back.]

[ If Ouma weren't too busy trying to make out with Shuichi, he'd probably scoff at the way Shuichi noticeably relaxes after Ouma kisses him back -- he really is too pent up, Ouma idly thinks. He wonders if he can help Shuichi with that.

When Ouma feels Shuichi pushing down on his shoulder, he goes back pretty easily, already half-lying down as it is. He breaks off from kissing Shuichi in this moment, just because he's not quite expecting it and he instinctively shifts his weight onto his other arm before going down. He blinks for a second as he regains himself, pulling his knees up slightly to adjust; his hand is still on Shuichi's neck, albeit just settled there.

He laughs softly as soon as he processes this, sliding the hand from Shuichi's neck down more toward his shoulder as he brings his other hand up to grab Shuichi's opposite shoulder. ]

...Third time's the charm or something, Saihara-chan?

[ This time it wasn't even his fault, either!! Amazing.

He's going to immediately try pulling Shuichi in closer by his shoulders too, because he's far from being done kissing him yet. ]

[He's very much also Not Done With The Kissing, but he resists Ouma's tugging, even pulling one of those hands off him to pin it to the mattress where it can't cause any mischief. Hovering over Ouma, he takes a second to catch his breath and steady himself for a level of Taking Charge he usually only manages during class trials.]

If we're gonna do this again, then...I want to do it my way, okay?

[He might have something in mind, but it won't work if he lets Ouma distract him.]

[ Oh.

Well this is interesting. Ouma will just classify it as that, even if it feels like his heart is beating faster all of a sudden and his face is warming slightly. But he's still grinning, at least -- if not moreso over this. ]

Oh yeah?

[ He's curious.

After a few seconds of presumably thinking about it: ]

I guess I can agree to that.

[ Of course he's not going to say no, since he does want this again. And he's honestly getting a little more excited now just from this. ]

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[Another faint exhale, almost relieved -- he wasn't sure if Ouma would actually be cooperative, but he had a feeling the other boy would respond better to this kind of treatment after last night. Ouma either likes Shuichi being a bit more aggressive or he just likes it rougher in general. But either is kind of embarrassing to think about and getting flustered is counterproductive to that effort so he needs to stop this line of thought.

Besides, Ouma agreeing implies Ouma definitely does want this to happen again and. Yeah, maybe that's not surprising at this point, but the solid confirmation still hits Shuichi pretty hard. He can't say for sure if Ouma like...likes him or anything, but Ouma certainly wants to fool around with him. And that has the potential to be kind of depressing but it's also not like there aren't other options so--

Fuck. Yeah, stop with all the thinking.]

Ok. [It's a little too soft, and he has to nod and set his jaw, reminding himself to be firmer.] Ok. So...don't touch me.

[That's...kind of vague, yeah, but it probably help clarify a little when he leans back down to kiss Ouma again without shrugging off the hand on his other shoulder or anything.]

[ Ouma thinks it's pretty cute how Shuichi repeats himself there, but he's about to either agree or make a comment on Shuichi's rule when he's interrupted and ultimately distracted by Shuichi kissing him again. So Ouma's attention mostly goes to that, and he'll grip a little tighter on Shuichi's shoulder as he tilts his head up into the kiss. It's blatantly obvious to Ouma what Shuichi means, and of course his mind is already piecing together why he would want that.

But Ouma likes getting reactions out of people, and he especially likes getting reactions out of Shuichi in bed, so Shuichi's likely just eliminating the easiest and quickest way to target him. It's kind of unfair (to Ouma, anyway) that Shuichi makes a rule like that before Ouma's even had a chance to touch him at all, but he's sure he can find other ways to have fun here.

...It's probably telling that he's already thinking of new ways to mess around otherwise. He shifts his knees up just a little more, but stops short of doing anything with his legs just yet -- he's not sure if that counts or not!! ]

[Nnnope, he can feel that shifting and he can guess where that might be going. It counts and Shuichi nips that one in the bud before it can even come up, breaking the kiss for a moment to detangle himself from Ouma and pointedly adjust to a position on his knees besides the other boy instead.

No distractions.

He doesn't let go of Ouma's wrist where he's keeping it pinned to the mattress, but he does run his thumb up to press into the palm almost soothingly before he dips back down to kiss Ouma again. And as long as Ouma's behaving, he leaves the other one alone, dropping his free hand tentatively to Ouma's hip. It's such a careful touch, like he's shy to jump right into things now that he's kind of taking the initiative -- oh god, he totally taking the initiative here. Holy shit. Don't be fooled by any appearance of cool control here, he is kind of mentally screaming.]

[ Ouma ends up scoffing a quiet laugh when Shuichi breaks off the kiss to readjust his position, kind of enjoying the fact that Shuichi anticipated his line of thought there so fast. He catches his breath for the few seconds that Shuichi remains separated, looking up at him as if to read his expression before their mouths are back against each other's.

Ouma notices Shuichi's hand on his hip as soon as it happens, and he most certainly notices how he seems almost hesitant about touching him. If there's something that Ouma definitely isn't fooled by, it's nearly anything Shuichi feigns. Aside from being a terrible liar, there's also the fact that Shuichi resides in a strong nerved state probably only a good 10% of the time, if that.

The rule was just not to touch Shuichi, right? Ouma quickly assesses it should be fine if he takes his hand off Shuichi's shoulder, dropping it down to start carelessly working on undoing his own belt here. ]

[It's kind of a relief that Ouma goes for his own belt, because it saves Shuichi from having to take that bold step himself, and every bit of help is good at this point. But this won't work if he gives Ouma too much freedom in that direction either, so he waits until the belt and pants are opens before sliding his hand from Ouma's hip to shoo the other boy's hand away again.

He breaks the kiss again, but pulls back barely a few centiments, murmuring against Ouma's lips and very purposefully keeping in that range where you can't really see the other person's face well for the closeness. He doesn't trust himself to maintain any kind of cool expression right now.]

You can't touch yourself either.

[ Ouma sort of suspected Shuichi needed the prompting, so he isn't surprised when Shuichi urges his hand away after he's gotten everything undone. Ouma's hand hovers aimlessly for a second as he processes Shuichi's words, like he hasn't decided what to do with it just yet. Even if Shuichi is way too close for him to get a read on whatever expression he's making, Ouma will go ahead and, with quiet amusement lacing his tone, mutter back his thoughts out loud: ]

...Does that mean you're gonna touch me?

[ The hand that had just been undoing his own pants a few seconds prior now finally moves to where Shuichi's hand had been previously on his hip -- although he's slipping his thumb into his own waistband to slide everything down an inch further along his groin, as if to either give Shuichi easier access or just to encourage him. ]

[Amazing how even when given so many restrictions, Ouma still finds a way to tease him. Shuichi's face colors, probably noticeable even so close, but he forces down the instinct to wilt in shame.]

Y-yeah.

[He almost tacks on an "if you're okay with that", but resists the urge. He did it last night, Ouma clearly wants him to now, so there's no reason he can't manage it.

He presses in to kiss Ouma again, deeper this time. It's more to distract himself than Ouma, if he's to be perfectly honest. He's not sure if he could do it otherwise. His hand drops again, pausing just briefly at the initial skin-to-skin contact on that sliver of skin revealed just above the waistband, before dipping lower to slip into the open pants and gingerly brush his fingers across Ouma's crotch over his underwear. One step at a time, okay?]

[ To be perfectly fair, Shuichi is something of an unintentional tease, just because his hesitations make him go so damn slow. But at least Ouma can focus on the kissing for now. He's extremely welcoming of the deeper kissing, his eyes halfway closing as he brings his free hand up to hold the side of Shuichi's face and tilts his head up into it again while reciprocating. His lips part slightly in the middle of this too, just because he feels like initiating something himself.

He sighs quietly through his nose at the feeling of Shuichi's fingers ghosting along him, hyper aware of where Shuichi is touching even if he hasn't done much yet. But that's fine -- this is fine. Ouma's eager, but he can wait for it, probably. At least his excitement is only building up with this... ]

[ the Ultimate Unintentional Tease vs. the Ultimate Teasing Little Shit

But goddamn, he's barely even touched him and Ouma's already so much easier to read, was already there even before they got to this point. Ouma is way more honest like this, so much more clear about what he wants and what he likes than he is normally about anything.

Good. That's what Shuichi's hoping for.

Ouma's lips part under his and he takes that as invitation to push further, tentatively trying the tongue thing. That's kind of weird and terrifying to just go for, but it doesn't feel quite so nerve-wracking with his hand literally in Ouma's pants. And conversely, it's a bit easier to take the plunge and just palm Ouma over his underwear when he's distracting himself with the uncharted new territory of Initiating A Proper Makeout Session.]

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