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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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[ There is so much Ouma wants to say right now to genuinely fuck with Shuichi after that answer, but it's hard to be a dramatic tease when he's already so worked up and Shuichi isn't letting up on him at all. Ouma moans against Shuichi's skin in response to how Shuichi's stroking him right now and decides that, no, the cheeky responses will definitely have to wait.

Not that it's much of a decision, when his head feels all hazy again and he's instinctively jerking his hips forward pretty desperately again in response to what Shuichi's doing to him -- which just has the added effect of making him very conscious of Shuichi inside him again, and it's all way too much at once. Ouma's shoulders hunch up slightly as he feels way too much tension and stimulation in his groin, and his nails scratch at Shuichi's scalp a bit as he tenses up.

It's so unfair, because he wanted to make Shuichi come first, but he supposes that if nothing else it's at least very obvious that Shuichi wants him to get off this time. Regardless of that, Ouma chooses to relieve some of his tension and frustration by sinking his teeth into Shuichi's neck right before he ends up coming with a loud groan and a shudder. ]

[The sudden harsh bite of teeth into his neck draws a surprised, pained cry out of him. But the sting of it is almost immediately forgotten in the face of Ouma tensing and clenching around him so hard he sees stars. It's fortunately that he can feel the sticky confirmation all over his hand that that was indeed Ouma finishing, because no way could he have held out after that.

It's like Ouma's squeezing the orgasm out of him. His shocked cry is choked off abruptly, breathless as the feeling of it hits him hard. He has to lift his head from Ouma's shoulder, half convinced he straight-up can't breathe at all and only faintly concerned about it while he tenses and arches.

He has to let go of Ouma's dick to plant a hand against the matress, steadying himself as the adrenaline or whatever it is slowly fades and he's left feeling heavy and boneless. He can't even bring himself to care about the jizz he's smearing on his sheets. His other hand slides the rest of the way around Ouma's waist, holding the smaller boy close while he rides out the aftershocks of easily the most intense orgasm he's ever had.

Yeah, he can see why people are pretty wild about sex now.]

[ Ouma doesn't even have a chance to ride out his own orgasm fully before he suddenly feels Shuichi coming inside him, which is an entirely weird sensation in itself as much as it is enthralling -- actually taking Shuichi's orgasm as well as drawing it out of him is something else. Ouma feels like his mind has short-circuited for a good minute as he deals with this new feeling of warm, viscousness on top of having Shuichi's cock still inside of him. Christ.

He feels shaky and breatheless and worn out all at once, and Shuichi's hand dipping around his waist ends up being a welcome source of steadiness as his other hand finally lets go of Shuichi's hair to drop to his shoulder. He leans against Shuichi's chest, resting his forehead against Shuichi's collar as he continues attempting to catch his breath.

His voice is super breathy even now, but he can't help commenting now that he feels slightly more able to than before: ]

You really...came inside...

[ Geez!!!

Not that Ouma wasn't essentially trying to get Shuichi to do as much earlier. But even if he's not really upset about it or anything, it bears pointing out -- he knows it's the first time Shuichi's ever done anything like this.

Although it's also the first time Ouma's ever done this either, which leaves him a little frazzled about how to handle this, but shhh. ]

[Ouma's weight slumping against him is hardly backbreaking, but Shuichi is hardly Gonta and he feels like a light breeze could knock him over right now. He wobbles a little, locking his arm straight so as to not just collapse.

He really can't complain, though. Y'know, given everything that just went down.

There's a sort of lethargy hitting him -- which seems absurd to him, given he slept through most of the day and Ouma was definitely doing the better part of the physical work here, but there it is -- and it keeps him from overreacting as he otherwise might have. But he's still able to process that comment slowly and then pause, glancing down at Ouma with an uncertain, vaguely horrified look.]

Should...should I not have...?

[ oh fuck he wasn't even thinking of that kind of thing ]

[ In addition to exerting all that effort (Shuichi better be grateful!!), Ouma also kind of...came twice...which is probably the payoff he honestly deserves for all that effort, but it also has the consequence of making him that much more exhausted. He sighs against Shuichi's chest, not exactly jumping at the bit to sit up anytime soon as he says his response with a lilt of amusement despite being kind of groggy here. ]

I mean, it's pretty ballsy, coming inside the Supreme Leader...

[ He muses, like he's not the one who hopped on Shuichi's dick in the first place. ]

But I'll let you get away with it this once. Y'know, since I took your virginity...

[ Whatever you say, Ouma. ]

[Please don't remind him that this bizarre experience spawned from just trying to make friends and watch movies was how he lost his virginity. Don't give this that much weight. His brain can't handle it right now. Hell, it's not even really trying to handle it, acknowledging that comment distantly and immediately letting it go to better linger in blissed-out ease. It's fine, Ouma's just teasing like normal, the total reality of the fact that they hooked up twice and he lost his virginity in this manner, abruptly and to someone he isn't really sure about his feelings for, is a problem for later. Like, tomorrow.

Sighing heavily, somewhere between exasperation and relief in that heady sense of contentment, Shuichi just gives up supporting both of them and drops onto his back, bouncing a little with the spring of the mattress. His arm slung around Ouma's waist keeps the other boy held close.]

If you're sure...

[Yeah, he doesn't have the brainpower right now to keep up that vague worry and stress over whether Ouma might be lying about this. It sounds fine so it's fine.

Who knew the secret to getting Shuichi Saihara to relax and overthink everything less was just a good fucking? Amazing.]

Nee-heehee...

[ Ouma snickers softly as he lets Shuichi pull him down, not finding any jeopardy in the sudden movement given that he's already well-situated against Shuichi. If anything, this is more comfortable -- well, except for one thing... Ouma steadies himself against an arm on Shuichi momentarily while he reaches back with his other hand, bringing that hand to settle his fingers around the base of Shuichi's cock just long enough for him to shift his hips forward enough to slide Shuichi outside of him.

God, that's a weird feeling, and Ouma's acutely aware of the slick wetness inside of him and (now) all over his fingers again. It's pretty messy, but Ouma's not particularly worried about that. He brings that hand back up, although he's (amazingly) considerate enough not to grab Shuichi's shoulder again or whatever, instead spreading his fingers out to display the mess in front of Shuichi because...considerate does not equal couth. ]

The only thing I'm sure about is how pent up you were... I don't think I can go back to my room like this at all!

[ Sure he can, but he's definitely not moving right now.

Or anytime soon. ]

[It is definitely a weird sensation, a little uncomfortable in his over-stimulated state, but at least it's brief.

More uncomfortable, definitely, is Ouma proudly showing off the mess all over his fingers. It's not a scolding, however teasing Ouma is being, but he still feels somewhat like a dog whose face is being shoved in their own mess as a disciplinary thing. Shuichi flushes, surely making some kind of ridiculous face in response to that nonsense, and turns his head to the side to either pointedly look away or maybe just at least somewhat hide his expression.]

I wasn't going to tell you to leave...

[To put it a way that doesn't make him sound like a clingy disaster. Because frankly, he's not sure what he'd do if Ouma did just ditch him again. It was bad enough last night. Now he's freshly de-virgin'd, teetering on the edge between easy contentedness and self-conscious uncertainty over how this whole thing went down, distantly but acutely aware that being left alone would nudge him neatly over the edge into the latter and very sure he'd be completely miserable again, post-coital bliss be damned.

Frowning, his grip around Ouma's waist tightens just slightly, as if unconsciously worried he'll decide to take off anyway.]

[ Ouma grins between Shuichi's words and the fact that he is definitely aware of Shuichi's arm tightening around him slightly. He's pretty pleased about that, and even though Shuichi's being super clear he doesn't want Ouma to go anywhere, Ouma can't help but take the opportunity to mess with him about it. ]

Then are you gonna invite me to stay?

[ Ouma asks as he's already making himself comfortable, settling his chin against Shuichi's chest.

Maybe he just wants to hear it.

Or he's just being difficult. Or both. ]

[It's obvious -- he knows it's obvious, it should be obvious, Ouma is perceptive as hell and it should be easy to put two and two together there. Ouma's acting like it's obvious, anyway, and it does soothe that constant festering pit of doubt in him thay Ouma's getting all cozy like he intends to stick around no matter what, but...

Shuichi frowns slightly, hesitant for just a few seconds before he nods, unfortunately not nearly as firmly as the grip he's meeping around Ouma's waist.]

...I want you to stay.

[It's...not really what he was asked. It's not strictly an invitation. But just offering the invitation could be misconstrued -- he certainly would overthink it, if the situation was reversed, and he thinks maybe Ouma isn't that different from him in some ways, maybe also a little prone to considering the worst possibilities. It's got a different root, probably paranoia rather than something like his own crippling low-self-esteem, but Shuichi can imagine how simply inviting him to stay could be interpreted. Obligation, or politeness, or just going along with Ouma's shit because fighting him on anything could get exhausting real quick.

He'd even said he wasn't happy with how things ended last night earlier, but that's not completely clear either, is it? That, too, could mean all kinds of different things, plenty of possibilities that were a little embarassing to consider when he thought too hard about how his own words might have sounded.

He just wants to be honest, even if doing so leaves him flushing pink and uneasily biting his lip. At least he can make this tangled mess of uncertainties and indirectness a little bit less messy by just being as straightforward as he can about this one thing.

It's not an invitation to be taken or ignored, offered up in response to being prompted for it. It's just what he wants.]

[ ...Ah. That sudden directness takes Ouma by surprise for a second, and he slightly tilts his head from where he's resting it on Shuichi's chest while he watches the other, unable to miss or ignore the little ways Shuichi reacts with an almost bashfulness about what he's just said. He really likes that look on Shuichi's face, and combined with the fact that he's reacting like that over what he just said makes Ouma's heart skip a beat.

But he's got this. He can play this interaction cool -- there's no fluttering of butterflies in his stomach over "oh wow he actually wants me around and said as much and he definitely wasn't lying", not at all. ]

Weeell, I guess I can do what my dearest Saihara-chan wants...

[ Funny, how Shuichi can throw him off with the subtlest gestures, only for him to unabashedly turn around and say things like this in turn with the brightest of smiles.

Still, if Shuichi's going to do things like that, then Ouma really can't help his own urges here. ]

... I'll just be taking a small fee, of course!

[ Ouma states, gripping Shuichi's shoulder a little more firm as he momentarily shifts his position forward, aiming to steal a kiss from Shuichi. Is it lame or something that he really wants one right now? ...He doesn't actually care. ]

[There's a brief moment of unease -- he's never quite sure of what to expect from Ouma and even fucktired he still has the sense to be nervous about a statment that ominous -- but it passes quickly with Ouma immediately scooting up to kiss him.

Oh. Okay. That split-second of tension, barely enough time to tense of draw a breath, eases with a contented sigh. He practically melts with relief beneath Ouma. He lifts his head a little to kiss back, soft and a little lazy. It's nice. It doesn't feel like the prelude to another round or anything, just affection and intimacy, and that's...nice. He lifts a hand after a moment to cup Ouma's cheek, holding him there just a second or two longer.]

Mm...

[Yeah, he is...definitely alright with paying like that. Ouma's brand of playfulness is actually really pleasant like this, when it's all sweet and harmless beyond a moment of tenseness. When he lets Ouma go and pulls back again, he's even almost reluctantly smiling a little, just a tiny curve of the lips before he's glancing away and dipping back into uncertainty.

Well. Nice as it all is, he can't help but think beyond the current moment, at least just a little.]

Do you want to, ah...get under the blankets or clean up or something?

[He's pretty content where he is at the moment, but there's a logical part of him that recognizes that's probably only because he's still riding a sex high or whatever. Laying sprawled the wrong way across the bed on top of the sheets and half-dressed will probably get uncomfortable soon, particularly while still sticky with lube and body fluids. And Ouma getting all cozy on him is weirdly endearing, but it's probably better to not get too comfortable like this. It'd be like letting a cat fall asleep on you when you have to go to the bathroom.]

[ Just having Shuichi reciprocate like that, all full of tenderness and partiality toward him (at least, he hopes as much -- there's no way he can be misinterpreting something like that at this point, right?) shoots Ouma's pulse up alone, and he swears his face feels a little warmer. Which isn't allowed -- there isn't even anything sexual going on, so he should be even more composed at this point. At least, that's what he thinks, even though there's nothing he can do about the little shiver he gets when he feels Shuichi's hand cupping his face as he reciprocates.

...God fucking dammit. He's really into this guy.

Ouma sighs quietly through his nose, catching a glance of Shuichi's almost half-smile as he pretty much immediately takes to bringing his chin to rest it on Shuichi's shoulder -- an act that's as much making himself obnoxiously comfortable on top of Shuichi as much as it is hiding his own face for a second or two while he waits for the heat to die down in it.

At least Shuichi says something -- that's a welcome enough distraction, and Ouma can roll with anything having to do with running his own mouth in turn. Feeling more confident already since he has something else to focus on, he sits up a bit, crossing his arms over Shuichi's chest as he regards the other with an amused lilt to his expression. ]

Is Saihara-chan going to help me if I want to clean up? 'Cause it's important stuff, making sure your supreme leader is all taken care of!

[It's a little obnoxious. But it's basically just Ouma getting cuddly, which is...not terrible, not at all. Even if it's a little counterproductive to the whole "not letting Ouma get too comfortable there" thing, he can't help but welcome the affection, draping an arm over the other boy's back in a loose hug.

He sort of wishes Ouma would be like this all the time. It'd probably be horribly embarassing if he got so touchy in front of the others, but it's still such a nice change from all the incomprehensible teasing and sharp-tongued lies. Ouma seems almost soft like this, all the harsh and jagged edges smoothed down into something...not simple, never simple, but understandable, maybe. Managable. If normal Ouma is a tangle of thorns, then right now he's more a ball of yarn. Figuring him out seems doable with enough persistence.

Shuichi lets Ouma shift about as he pleases, but keeps his arms wrapped around him, not so much restrictive as just comfortable.]

If it's something I can help with...

[He could...get a wet towel? Or offer his shower or something? The possibilities seem innocent enough, but Ouma manages to make everything sound complicated.]

[ Ouma grins a little bit more prominently as he shifts one of his arms over Shuichi's chest so that he can playfully poke a finger against Shuichi's cheek. ]

Take a bath with me! You can definitely help me with that. I need someone to wash my hair while I relax after riding you so hard.

[ So yes, it's technically something Shuichi can help with?? It's not complicated, ok. Maybe.

Ouma sounds far to cheery for what just ended up coming out of his mouth, though. ]

[ jfc why must you say this so bluntly ]

Ah...

[Evidently the high is beginning to fade just enough for him to feel embarassed by the phrasing of that. He goes a little pink, and he doesn't apologise but it is only barely restrained. Should he feel bad about that? It's not like he told Ouma to ride him like that, but he did definitely...contribute.

Agh.]

Y-yeah. We can do that.

[Willing down the blush, he slides his hands from Ouma's back to his waist, squeezing a little.]

But you have to get off me for that.

[ It was totally Ouma's own fault that he ended up even riding Shuichi like that in the first place, but yeah, Shuichi didn't exactly stop anything here -- and he did come inside, which Ouma is all too happy to remind him about again if need be. But luckily, he seems to be getting what he wants yet again easily enough. He perks up a little, simultaneously ready to move like Shuichi needs him to from sheer excitement but also not really wanting to as soon as he feels Shuichi's hands on his waist like that. He kind of likes that.

But he'll nonetheless shift more of his weight to his knees as he starts lifting himself up off of Shuichi, grinning wide. ]

O-kay! And you have to let go of me already.

[ Ouma, now shifted more onto his knees than anything and sitting up well enough, moves his hands to settle them over Shuichi's own that are squeezing slightly at his waist. He doesn't try to move Shuichi's hands off of him, so it's almost like he's making a point more than anything.

A point that Shuichi is being pretty gay. Not that Ouma's complaining about that... ]

Unless you're gonna carry me or something? But I think you're waaay too wimpy for that...

[ Like you can talk about being wimpy, Ouma. ]

[Y e a h this is...pretty gay. Shuichi frowns through his blush, resisting the urge to jerk his hands away abruptly and just. Y'know, letting go like a normal person. Yes, he is embarassed, but he knows Ouma's teasing him, and feankly Shuichi doesn't want to entirely give him the reaction he wants. He can at least fall back on exasperation.]

You can manage to walk to the bathroom.

[Admittedly, yeah, Ouma is possibly right and he has no idea if he could manage carrying him at his best, let alone while as wobbly-limbed as he's sure he'll be once he tries standing. But like hell does he have to admit that.

With Ouma's weight up off him mostly, he scoots out from under the other boy awkwardly. The sudden separation feels cold, but he soothes himself with the thought of a hot bath, and the reassurance than Ouma probably isn't going anywhere.]

[ Ouma backs off of Shuichi when Shuichi starts scooting out, letting himself settle backwards to sit on the bed upright for a second or two. ]

Oh? You didn't know? My legs completely give out after sex! It's why I couldn't leave with you last night...and why I can't be going anywhere right now!

[ All this said right before he decidedly uses his hands to balance himself against the mattress before shifting his legs off the side of the bed -- which is followed up by him hopping directly off of it, making a small grunt of effort under his breath but ultimately shrugging like it was nothing. ]

... Juuust kidding! But I still won't go anywhere.

[ Even though he's...heading to the bathroom... But Shuichi knows what he means, he's sure. ]

[There's still a part of him that tenses as Ouma hops up and heads towards the door. It's a stupid part, because even Ouma surely wouldn't just stroll on out still half-dressed like that, but still. A breath eases out of him as Ouma turns into the bathroom, and he struggles for a moment over the interal debate of how much he should re-dress himself before getting up.

(Closing his shirt back up and stuff seems pointless, yeah, but he takes that moment to at least tuck himself back into his pants.)

Shuichi follows Ouma into the bathroom, shaking his head a little.]

We didn't have sex last night...

[It's a significant distinction, let him have this. He flushes a little to say it, but wisely keeps his eyes off Ouma where he'd risk losing his nerve and on his task getting the bath set up. If nothing else, at least they never seem to run out of hot water here. Thanks, Monokuma.]

[ It's probably a good thing he chooses to keep his eyes off Ouma, because Ouma's pointedly (after making himself comfortable, sitting on the edge of the bath) looking up at Shuichi with amusement over the fact that he bothered to make that distinctin. But of course -- Shuichi is super thorough, after all! ]

Oh, yeah! I totally forgot. I guess it's 'cause it's hard to imagine not having sex in a place like that, but you still managed to avoid it, Saihara-chan! You should get like, a medal or something...

[ To be fair, the "I visited a love hotel with Ouma and came out mostly a virgin" title is somewhat impressive. Maybe. ]

... Buuut given how things went tonight, I bet you wanted to have sex. Right?

[ He might be prying a little, but it feels like a fair assumption at the same time. Ouma's apparently just going to make himself comfortable and run his mouth here while he expects Shuichi to draw a bath... ]

[Of course Ouma gives him no leniency whatsoever here, going straight for the throat. Kneeling beside the tub to run the wall, Shuichi flushes bright red and ducks his head, shoulders hunching up, but even turned away he can't hide the pink spreading down his neck.

Ugh. Right. Water, hot. He keeps a hand under the running faucet to judge the temperature, trying and failing to play cool.]

I mean...none of this is really...how I expected to do things.

[He always thought he'd have a slow romance with a good number of dates before even a kiss, slowly working their way up to greater intimacy. Something traditional if not very original or exciting. He's not a very interesting person, by his own judgement, so he hardly anticipated anything beyond the standard.

But here he was, getting ready to take a bath with someone he just had sex with a day after his first kiss. Someone he doesn't even know very well, let alone someone he's dating. Is this like...a friends-with-benefits sort of thing? Is he just a slut??]

[ Ouma notices how pink Shuichi is turning, and he knows it's not from that hot water. He's kind of enjoying Shuichi's state of undress too, since as he's looking at him it's easy to spot exactly where Shuichi's going to be accumulating some colorful marks on his collar and neck, courtesy of Ouma himself.

He grins, discarding whatever clothing he still even (barely) had on by this point and turning around on the edge of the tub to go ahead and put his feet in. ]

Ehhh? How did Saihara-chan expect to do things? Did you want to hold hands and pretend like you weren't interested in fucking me for fifty dates or so?

[ Maybe it's an attempt at reassuring Shuichi, or maybe he's just still being obnoxious, but he does bother to tack on: ]

I'd get really bored with that, y'know... So I don't think your virgin tactics would work for me. Sorry!

[ Ouma leans forward on the edge of the tub, eyeing the soaps and shampoos laid out along the other edge. He knows it's here, because his own room has it, and ah--

He ends up grabbing a bottle of Monokuma Bubble Bath™ as soon as he spots it. ]

[He's pointedly not looking at Ouma, so he's not really sure what Ouma is doing moving around in his peripheral until a pair of bare legs drop over the edge of the tub beside him to dip into the water. Jesus, that's one way to ensure he keeps his head down. Sure, they just fucked, but this is a different context and they didn't really get entirely naked before anyway so. Yeah.

And then Ouma goes ahead with being a little shit and Shuichi's head droops even lower, dropping to rest his forehead against the edge of the tub. Ugh. Fuck it, Ouma can adjust the temperature if he wants, Shuichi needs to chill for a moment here. At least the porcelain is nice and cool against his heated skin.]

It's not about pretending, it's...

[Jesus. How to even explain the logic behind tradtional courtship? Hell, should he even bother? Ouma's probably just giving a hard time for the fun of it.

He's quiet for a moment, mulling that over. At least he has an excuse to hide his face and not look at Ouma in this position.]

It's just...not rushing into things. Making sure everyone involved is comfortable and ready and doesn't feel pressured into something they're not entirely sure about. I just don't want to regret anything.

[ God, Shuichi. Still fretting even after all of this... Ouma does take advantage of Shuichi neglecting the bath lever, scooting on the edge of the tub so he can easily reach it to fiddle with it himself a bit. Not that it needs much adjusting -- Shuichi almost has it to the perfect temperature. Wife material over here, apparently...

Ouma tilts his head slightly as he listens to Shuichi ramble about his hangups, vaguely wondering if Shuichi is actually concerned about any of these details. It'd be nice, to think that Shuichi cared enough about him to think of him in that sort of way... but it's difficult to gauge, since he made it pretty clear that he didn't know how he felt. Which, as potentially bothersome as that shit could be for Ouma down the line, he's satisfied for now with just having Shuichi's attention and affection all to himself. Who even knows how long either of them are going to last in this game, right?

That's what Ouma tells himself, to try and distract from the fact that he's very, very, very into Shuichi. It's kind of the worst.

Ouma scoffs. ]

I knooow you're not thinking that kind of crap about me, right? I don't regret a-ny-thing, so you shouldn't, either.

[ Although, it's fair if he does, Ouma supposes -- it's not like he exactly expects anyone to be mutually into him or to put up with his shit. It's clear that Shuichi's into him in some form, be it desperate or sexual or whatever...so there's at least that. Even if he's a little distracted by these more serious thoughts now, he's still going to try and crack a joke at the situation, not wanting to let things get too uncomfortably personal here: ]

Oh, but I definitely regret not getting to use any of those super cool toys that room had... Too bad!

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