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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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[ 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.]

[ Ah, geez. Between having Shuichi's tongue in his mouth and some kind of pressure on his dick, Ouma ends up feeling goosebumps form all of a sudden in spite of the fact that everything is also simultaneously feeling warmer. He moans quietly in his throat as he runs his own tongue over Shuichi's, his heart starting to race from all of this happening.

He's definitely getting aroused now too, and his shoulders tense ever so slightly as he keeps himself from fidgeting around over it, instead pushing his fingers more into Shuichi's hair while he enjoys the way their mouths match up so easily with this kind of kissing. ]

[It's kind of strange, having enough clarity to be able to really notice the little things like the feeling of Ouma actively hardening under his hand. Hell, he doesn't even get that when it's just private time with himself, since that kind of comes hand-in-hand with the kind of distraction he's trying to avoid here. But he's paying very close attention now, almost clinical about it as he makes sure to stay focused.

That's admittedly a little hard with Ouma's tongue rubbing against his and Ouma moaning into his mouth, Ouma's fingers running over his scalp and just barely tugging at his hair. He wouldn't have thought he was weak to such little things, but maybe the memory of last night is just recent enough for even those little things to have some potent associations. He has to actively not think about it, drawing deep steadying breaths through his nose and grunting softly with the effort of it all.

But he does have the advantage of knowing what Ouma's into, at least a little. He retracts his tongue so he can carefully bite down on Ouma's lower lip instead, just a fraction harder than he's comfortable with because he knows his own comfort levels are probably pretty damn conservative compared to Ouma's. Blindly, he tries to keep his hand on task with a similar tactic, gripping the hardening length just very slightly tighter that he wants to.]

[ Ouma shivers when he feels Shuichi's teeth around his lip all of a sudden, especially when he wasn't expecting something like that -- it's even more intense when Shuichi's suddenly gripping on his dick like that, too. His grip in Shuichi's hair tightens somewhat in response, and the hand that Shuichi has pinned clenches as he practically huffs a breath. Of course, all of that goes straight to furthering his arousal, and Ouma can't help shifting his hips slightly against Shuichi's hand.

He wants more of that, and he's also thinking that's it's starting to get almost uncomfortably warm now. His thoughts are gradually veering toward being on the fritz from these distractions, but it's easy enough for him to decide that he could do with less fabric soon enough. His grip releases in Shuichi's hair, not even having to move far so he can begin haphazardly coiling his fingers in his scarf and tugging it off. ]

[He'd worry that the sudden tugging on his hair was a sign that he'd gone too far, that he was actually hurting Ouma, but Ouma's shifting and almost grinding up against his hand suggests otherwise, so...probably safe to say he's good. He guessed right.

Nice to see his deductions can be useful for something other than murder trials once in a while.

Ouma's hand suddenly leaving his hair has him worried for a second that someone's breaking the rules, and he breaks away from the kiss again with a scraping of teeth on soft flesh to see, but...ah. No, that's fine. Generously, he even releases Ouma's pinned hand and instead slides his freed-up hand into purplish locks, tugging on the strands to angle Ouma's head so he can more easily kiss at that conveniently bared neck now. The same tactics apply -- too rough for his own liking, pressing hard and using too much teeth, all while his other hand keeps working at him relentlessly down below.

This is probably better anyway. He wants to be sure he can hear when Ouma's getting close.]

[ guess shuichi could have a promising career as a privates investigator

Ouma's...not expecting that either, suddenly having Shuichi's grip in his hair and his mouth on his neck so quickly. Not that he's complaining, and he groans appreciatively when he feels Shuichi's teeth on his neck in conjunction with all the friction he's getting right now. Idly, he realizes that Shuichi's definitely caught onto the fact that he likes this kind of treatment -- he can't think of any reason he'd be going for this approach, otherwise. Of course, he is the detective, so Ouma's not surprised that he's figuring things out even...in this kind of situation...

It's both simultaneously intriguing and daunting at the same time, because for all that Ouma talks a big game of being experienced and unfazed and all that, he really isn't sure how to keep himself under check like this. Hell, he's not even sure if he wants to, what with how good all of this feels and how totally not boring it is. It's challenging as all get out, and maybe that's part of why he likes this so much.

Ouma's newly freed hand pretty quickly moves to grab at the back of Shuichi's head now that Shuichi's on his neck like that, letting his fingers tangle in the other's hair a bit in turn. He forces a short, breathy laugh as he uses his other hand to continue improving his fabric situation, fingering at the pinned notches on his own shirt to start undoing a few of those. ]

Are you suuure you don't...want me to touch you a little...?

[ He asks, trying to maintain a playful tone even though his voice is undeniably breathy right now. ]

[ oh my god

Shuichi pauses with his teeth on Ouma's neck at the south of that laugh, breathy and undeniably affected. Jesus christ. He detatches just enough to lean his forehead against Ouma's heated skin, shaking his head slightly.]

N-no. I mean...yes, I'm sure.

[There's definitely an interested twitch at the offer -- or maybe just at the suggestion that Ouma really wants to when he could just continue being taken care of without putting any real effort in -- but Shuichi tenses and wills the little surge of arousal down.

Pointedly, he slides his hand up just enough to catch the waistband of Ouma's underwear and tug those down, moving quick (if a little awkwardly in his effective blindness) before he can lose his nerve. He doesn't give Ouma a moment to acclimate to that before he's got his hand on him again, fingering the head for any beads of wetness to slick his hand a little with.]

...Liar.

[ Ouma mocks Shuichi's answer under his breath with a grin, although it's short-lived since he ends up biting down on his own lower lip and shutting his eyes when he feels Shuichi's hand actually on him. The lack of fabric separating Shuichi's grip somehow makes a big difference as far as sensitivity, and he sucks in a sharp breath while inadvertently shifting his hips again as Shuichi rubs at the precum along the head of his cock.

He's very much distracted and hyper-focused on Shuichi's hand on him right now, and his brain scrambles for something to preoccupy himself with -- something other than just tightening his grip in Shuichi's hair, anyway. Almost shakily, he releases his grip there so he can try moving to grab at the front of Shuichi's jacket with both hands, fingers ineptly working at undoing the closures on it. ]

[He can only get so much slickness out of a little bit of precum, but given Ouma's tastes it's probably fine if it's not the smoothest experience ever. Shuichi slides his hand down to stroke at Ouma properly, tightening his grip in Ouma's hair simultaneously.]

Just...tell me if you're close, okay?

[He doesn't know if he can depend on Ouma actually cooperating wih him on that front, but he's been good so far, so maybe...

But he doesn't wait for an answer before tilting his jaw to teethe at Ouma's neck again, targeting a soft spot up high near the ear. There's a stutter in his movements on all fronts as Ouma starts tugging his jacket open, but he soldiers on a moment later as if he hadn't slipped up at all.]

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[ Ouma feels another simultaneous shiver and surge of arousal when Shuichi grips his hair tighter and starts stroking him in earnest. He halts halfway through opening Shuichi's jacket because of this, instead gripping at each side of jacket front he's already separated for now as he shamelessly rolls his hips up in response to Shuichi's touch. He's pretty turned on by this point, with his chest visibly rising and falling from how much his breathing has sped up by now -- but that's not going to stop him from trying to gather his bearings for a second after processing Shuichi's words, just so he can edge in a cheeky response. ]

Hmm...? Yeah sure...if you can actually get me there.

[ Alright, he's insanely curious about why Shuichi wants that information, but he doesn't have much time to mull on it when he feels Shuichi's teeth right there beneath his ear.

There's a quiet whine in response to that as he tenses up a little more, which kind of detracts from his bratty statement, but y'know. ]

[That standard cocky, bratty bullshit really has no weight to it like this, his own body so immediately giving him away. Shuichi's trying so hard to stay focused, not letting Ouma distract him with any nonsense, as well as keeping a step ahead of his own nerves, but he still can't help but laugh a little against Ouma's skin.]

That...doesn't really seem very hard.

[Though something here is very hard and Shuichi's got a pretty firm grip on what it might be.

But god, it's so weirdly thrilling to be able to get such clear responses out of Ouma so easily and without any misdirection or lies to pick through and make sense of. For just a moment he can appreciate it, all the little sounds and shivers, skin over-warm and breath too fast, all satisfying and exciting in a way that almost entirely makes up for the very one-sided nature of this situation.

But best not to appreciate it too much. He has a task to focus on, and he's worried he'll fuck it up if he's distracted.

So he smothers his smile against Ouma's throat, pressing a few open-mouthed kisses there before moving up to bite at his earlobe directly. His fingers at the back of Ouma's head shift in just a little so his nails can dig into the scalp in a line just above the nape of his neck.]

[ God, now Ouma's embarrassed, which is really not what he wants to be -- his face becomes more flushed between Shuichi's retort and everything Shuichi's doing, and Ouma's brows knit in newfound frustration. He releases Shuichi's jacket with one of his hands to bring it up so he can cover his mouth with the back of it, stifling a moan as Shuichi keeps going at his neck.

Shuichi's really not giving him a chance to catch up, either -- he ends up shuddering slightly when Shuichi bites his ear and digs his nails in, jerking his hips in a rougher way up against the other. He's...really getting close here, and he's not sure how to deal with that, because it feels so much quicker than last time. Granted, the attention wasn't solely on him last time, and Shuichi wasn't very obviously trying to exploit every little thing that might get him riled up. His head is spinning a bit and his breathing is turning more ragged, especially with his hand over his mouth. ]

[He almost wants to pull Ouma's hand away, keep him from covering up or smothering his own sounds at all. But both his hands are, fortunately for Ouma, a bit occupied at the moment, so he settles for just tilting his head up slightly, trying to peer at Ouma's face from this unideal angle.]

Almost...?

[It sounds like it. Feels like it, in every shiver and jerking under his mouth and hands. It's making him nervous, afraid he'll accidentally push Ouma over the edge before he wants to. But Ouma's been good and he just...wants to give him the chance to do as he was told, maybe.

He's still anxious, though, so he detaches his mouth from Ouma's skin and leans back to he can watch the other boy's face, pulling on his hair to angle it more upright. It's...definitely distracting in its own right, prettily flushed and expressive in such a raw, genuine way, nothing like Ouma's normal wide grins and overdramatic distress. Jesus, he can feel his own face heating up just looking at it. His stroking slows a little, grip loosening a teensy bit either from his attention splitting or his nerves about hitting the finishing line too soon.]

[ Yeah, he's super close, and Shuichi pulling on his hair again just gets him even closer.

...At least, until Shuichi's stroking falters like that. Geez.

Ouma's brows knit in frustration again, and he tries shooting a dissatisfied look in Shuichi's direction, but it's not very effective between heavily-lidded, glossy eyes and his hand over half his face. ]

Mm...

[ Wait, that's not a word, because he's moaning against his hand. He doesn't really want to move his hand either for obvious reasons, but god, with Shuichi's pace slowing and how flustered he feels having Shuichi look at him like this, he decides he probably ought to. So when he moves his hand off his mouth, he's going to kind of push it against Shuichi's face with a whiny groan, as if to obscure Shuichi's view or get him more out of his personal space or whatever while he answers. ]

-- Maybe...

[ Idly, he wonders how Shuichi of all people, is getting him this riled up and exposed -- although if he had to pick, he'd actually want it to be Shuichi, so there's his gay thought of the moment. This sure is something!!! ]

[Good boy. Shuichi almost -- scratch that, he absolutely does feel bad about the shit he is about to pull here. Enough that he certainly won't protest the hand getting shoved in his face, simply ducking away from it and letting go out Ouma's hair to halfheartedly bat it away.]

Th-thanks.

[And he just...takes his hand off Ouma completely, dropping it back onto his hip instead to keep him still.]

[ Are you fucking kidding him.

Even if the thought did cross his mind, he didn't exactly think Shuichi would have the balls to do this. It just goes to prove that Shuichi still has ways of exceeding his expectations, which would be insanely interesting if it weren't directly affecting him in the worst way possible right now. Ouma looks absolutely overcome and stunned at the same time, disgruntlement quickly becoming apparent as half-groans, half-whines and grabs at Shuichi's jacket tighter. ]

Wh-What...? Why'd you--!?

[ He does try to move, but then Shuichi's hand is there, being annoying.

Fuck this, he's too aroused and desperate and can barely focus on anything as is -- he reaches down with the hand Shuichi had just batted away from his face to try and resort to just touching himself if Shuichi's going to leave him hanging on the edge like this.

Normally, he'd be in the mood to fake-cry or be dramatic about how cruel and rude Shuichi is being, but he can't even muster that kind of energy up right now. Amazing. ]

[God, if he wasn't so nervous he'd kind of love that expression.

But nope, not allowed. He catches Ouma's wrist midway and pins it back down to the mattress, expression flushed but hard like he is trying very intensely to keep his nerve here. Part of him would love to point out how Ouma's trying to break the rules, but he can't manage any kind of quipping right now. All his mental strength has been saved up and he's been so intently focusing on what he needs to say that all he can do is just...blurt it out before he loses the words.]

How serious are you about all this?

[Not even a stammer, holy shit.

And really, Ouma can only blame himself here. What was his lesson again? "You have to corner a liar psychologically"? This totally counts as psychologically, right?]

[ This is not the kind of psychological manipulation Ouma had in mind, okay. And there's definitely a physical component here, too!!

Ouma does end up contesting Shuichi's grip on his arm, considering using his other one instinctively, but...he realizes Shuichi would just end up grabbing that one too, and he'd at least like to keep a hand free, just in case. He frowns up at Shuichi, looking both confused and cheated and still way too worked up as he searches the other's expression. ]

Huh...?

[ Oh my god.

It all clicks pretty quickly that Shuichi is using this as an attempt to make him straightforward. Jesus christ. It's...admittedly not a bad move, but Ouma can't help but be irritated over everything right now. He did say Shuichi was the best at cutting through his lies, but this is most certainly not what he thought would be the outcome.

Thinking is already difficult like this, which isn't ideal, and every passing second just gets Ouma more needy for attention again. He still feels hot and practically shaky, and his hips fidget to hardly any avail with Shuichi's grip on him. His eyes look sideways as he tries to do the conversation thing. Thanks, Shuichi. ]

As serious as you are...

[ That could mean a few things -- it helps he doesn't know what kind of investment Shuichi's put into this, anyway.

Ouma doesn't expect nor ask for people to like him, and he's aware that he's kind of been teasing Shuichi into this shit repeatedly. ]

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how dare you use that icon in this situation

look it's not my fault half the trial 5 climax assets r suggestive out of context

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