[Are they? Originally, Eichi had thought it would be a no. There were so many who were too careful, stopping too soon, not going hard enough— but it's true, isn't it? He's always asking for it rougher, harder, more intense. He's never once asked for it to be softer like this. Tender. Emotional...
It's a far more vulnerable and intimate thing, after all. The realization hits him incredibly hard, and his face is more red than it's been in a long time, he thinks. It's like Midorima has opened up his chest, straight to his heart— how is he supposed to react? What's he supposed to think? He's afraid, he's a little afraid— but pushes that panic down, the fear of rejection and abandonment covered by the incredible warmth he feels from these actions. No one has ever paid his body this much attention, and he loves it more than he thought he would.
He doesn't know what to say. He's at a loss for words, face turning to the side as he lets out a quiet noise with the mark to the back of his knee. He can't stop squirming, leaning into every touch as much as he can in this precarious position, begging for more of this attention with motions like this, but still shying away from it with his face, with his silence.
Ahh, it's unfair, this method... He's wanting to beg for more already.]
[ As much as Midorima avoids being embarrassed himself, he can't help but feel some satisfaction at seeing how red Eichi is right now. He knows exactly why it's more embarrassing. He would think the same way, especially if he wasn't the one in control here. He's not against being rough, but right now, with homemade red bean soup in his stomach, he wants to make sure that Eichi knows that this isn't something he can write off as just sex. Eichi always wants attention, he's going to get it.
In other words, with Eichi tied up like this, he can't stop Midorima from being tender and gentle and showing him that he cares about him in a way he won't forget. Eichi is going to be painfully hard by the time he's done too (and so is Midorima but that's besides the point- Midorima is being attentive to Eichi right now after all). Unless Eichi says something, Midorima is going to exercise his extreme stubbornness not to give himself attention and kiss every inch of Eichi's body, stopping to mark key spots.
In fact, as he travels up his leg with little kisses, he even slows down right before reaching his inner thigh where Eichi had asked for it, holding his mouth against the smaller man's flesh. Then he stops, and informs Eichi of what he's going to do so that Eichi understands. He does keep his face down buried in his thigh because the words coming out of his mouth are definitely beyond his usual tsun capabilities. ]
I'm going to kiss every part of your body so that every part of you knows what I feel like.
[ And before Eichi gets a proper response out, he does finally start suckling the sensitive flesh there, intent on making a very visible mark. Eichi can talk while he teases him if he wants. ]
[Ah, the more intimate this gets, the more he wants to stop himself from talking. He's embarrassed, he's exposed, and he's going to fall apart too quickly down this route. It's incredibly exciting, even the part of it that's equally terrifying. Tender... He doesn't know what to make of it.
The mark at his thigh is everything he could have wanted, but it's also sending sensations up his spine that he doesn't know how to react to while tied up like this. He gasps, digging his heel into Midorima's back, trying harder to turn his face into his arm to hide it— but he always ends up peeking back and down at the sight.]
W-wait, I can't— [Keep up? Deal with this? Anything. He's hard already, from all of the attention, enough so that precum leaks from his tip with the new mark.] I won't be able to keep up at this rate... Shintarou.
[He feels like he's going to die of embarrassment.]
[ It's hard to tell if he's being intentionally obstuse to draw Eichi out or if he's genuinely not aware of what the other boy wants. Midorima's social skills when it comes to romance are, after all, suffering. The reality is that he simply wants to take advantage of the moment. Not only is he enjoying putting Eichi through this, but having the upperhand is something he only really feels like he has in moments like this with his puckish lover. He fully intends to enjoy this intimacy as much as he can.
He continues onward with his kisses, now kissing his hips, the base of his cock, nuzzling his nose against his pelvis as he waits for the blonde's response. ]
[Eichi actually whines at that, his breathing impatient and heavy as he squirms under every touch. His wrists yank harder at where they're tied, slipping a little against the showerhead, but ultimately accomplishing nothing. Probably for the best, with how much he wants to grab at Midorima and force himself on him, right now.]
Don't give me that. [Irritated, but it's only adding to arousal, his embarrassment still burning at the forefront of everything.]
You want me to beg, is that it? Please... I don't want to wait for you anymore. Let me feel you. Please. Ahh, this is too much, I can't...
[ Said after he's already begged. But Eichi is missing the point. Midorima wants something else from him, but it's not something that Midorima would deign to say himself. Something stupid and romantic, like he wants him to make love to him or to be with him the way no one else would. He wants him to claim him, or to become one..
All things way too embarrassing to say aloud, but Eichi isn't getting it either. So instead he stands up, moving his hands on either side of Eichi's legs to lift him up. It lifts him high enough that he can finally lift his arms off of the shower head. ]
Put your arms around me.
[ He doesn't undo the tape, but he'll let Eichi hold onto him for this. It's as close as he's going to get to what he wants from him. ]
[He thinks he knows what Midorima wants, and it's what he's so close to— but it's scary. Eichi doesn't know what to do with it, how to react, how to stay composed. He moves his bound arms around Midorima's shoulders, fingers curling in where they can. He immediately ducks in to kiss at Midorima where he can reach, as well. His head, the side of his face, his ear, maybe even lower, if he's able.
[ It's fine. Midorima knows that he can't expect things that he can't ask for. Even if he's selfish and open about it, this is one thing that he doesn't think he can prompt him for and not just because of the high level of vulnerability it would bring to him. It would bring vulnerability to Eichi as well; it has to be something that they both feel comfortable with. He won't coerce that out of Eichi.
Instead, he'll focus on what they both know they want right now. Once Eichi has a firm enough grip on his shoulders, he shifts his hold to one arm so he can reach out to grab a lavender bath oil. It's a massage oil and a bath oil, good for relaxing strained muscles... he's fairly certain it'll do the trick. He flips it open with his thumb. ]
Do I need to... [ God, he still can't talk about this ] ..stretch you? Iris moon isn't out.
[ So he wants to make sure he's not going to hurt him. ]
[...Midorima is so cute. Eichi manages to think that even in this moment, where he's mouthing close to his ear and holding on tight. Ahh.]
Since you're not a violent person, it's probably for the best if you do, at least a little. [He's survived it without, but even he won't bring that time up now. Or ever, probably.]
But I'm impatient... I'll tell you now that I can handle you whenever you're ready, so decide for yourself when that is. Your long fingers will feel nice, you know...
[ Eichi is really the only person he's done anything like this with. He's gotten a blowjob from Tsumugi, and he kisses Weiss, and... that's about it. If he wasn't playing basketball professionally he'd be broke out on the street because he'd still be too stubborn to ask anyone for help. He doesn't want to hurt Eichi, which is why he asks, even if Eichi says he can handle it. Midorima simply wants to be cautious. ]
I'm ready right now, but I'm going to make sure you're actually ready and not simply gung-ho.
[ With that, he pours some of the oil into his hand, filling the dry shower with the scent of lavender for a moment before he puts the bottle back on the shower shelf, then slathers it against Eichi's entrance. He doesn't hesitate to put two fingers in, since Eichi is so insistent in his impatience. ]
[Eichi tenses a little at two fingers at once, but it's not something he's unused to, either. He gasps, head ducking against Midorima as he forces himself to relax. Both his arms and his legs squeeze around him, and he breathes out sharply.]
Simply... pay attention to how I react, and it's that easy. To your own feelings, as well...
[ That is to say, of course he's paying attention. His focus is entirely on Eichi right now, on every sensation he feels from the man he's with. While his right arm helps to support Eichi where he's holding him, his left hand is very slowly stretching Eichi. It feels different than when they've done this while the Iris moon was out.
At least by now, he's familiar enough with Eichi's body to know where to find the little bump of his prostate. Midorima doesn't hesitate to curl his fingers to aim to massage that spot each time he dips his fingers deeper between stretching the blonde. ]
[Ah. There's no way he can reply to that when all he's thinking about is the feeling of it. Emotions and physical stimulation combined are overwhelming, and Eichi is left gasping against Midorima, his tied arms still looped around him, stuck in place. He curls them tighter, as much as he can, and his legs the same, but his whole body feels so hot, and pressed up against him like this, all he can smell are pheromones.
He moans, too, when Midorima manages to hit that spot deep inside of him so well. And then again, and again— his body trembles a little from the stimulation, and he presses an open mouthed kiss to the side of Midorima's neck, burying his noises there.]
[ Midorima is well aware that Eichi is a fan of being pushed, of surprises, of the unexpected. It is for this reason that once he feels Eichi feels sufficiently prepared, he doesn't give him a verbal warning for the change. Instead, he simply pulls his fingers out and puts his hard arousal to the dangling boy's entrance, pushing the first two inches in immediately before slowing down to give him time to adjust. A taste of what Eichi wanted before, mixed with the sensuous care that Midorima is seeking as he turns his head to capture Eichi's open kisses. ]
[Eichi moans louder at the shift, sucking in his breath as a gasp just as he presses his lips into Midorima's once more. This is better, but he wants more, more as always, hoping that his quiet murmurs of such into each of their sloppy kisses is enough to tell Midorima of this. He can't focus on anything more than this feeling, the taste of Midorima on his tongue, the feeling of him inside of him...
Just from this, he's so close, but he wants it to last, to wait for Midorima to be just as close, to try and line up their release.]
[ He knows. He wants more too, but he also wants this to last. He doesn't want Eichi to completely lose himself yet, just as he doesn't want to completely lose himself without having time to properly savor the feeling of Eichi's hot, sumptuous ass enveloping his cock. He can practically feel himself throbbing inside of him and it's taking an effort not to just thrust in like it were nothing.
He slots himself up to Eichi and does just that, though slowly. It's controlled, but there's a certain hesitation in the movements that shows he's struggling with doing so. After the first few thrusts he gives up, moving his forehead down to rest on Eichi's shoulder again, green bangs tickling his neck as he finds a steady pace and pants heatedly against the blonde's neck. He bites gently into his collarbone as if to stifle his own moan, though it doesn't succeed at muffling the sound. He's not going to last long even if he wants to. ]
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[Are they? Originally, Eichi had thought it would be a no. There were so many who were too careful, stopping too soon, not going hard enough— but it's true, isn't it? He's always asking for it rougher, harder, more intense. He's never once asked for it to be softer like this. Tender. Emotional...
It's a far more vulnerable and intimate thing, after all. The realization hits him incredibly hard, and his face is more red than it's been in a long time, he thinks. It's like Midorima has opened up his chest, straight to his heart— how is he supposed to react? What's he supposed to think? He's afraid, he's a little afraid— but pushes that panic down, the fear of rejection and abandonment covered by the incredible warmth he feels from these actions. No one has ever paid his body this much attention, and he loves it more than he thought he would.
He doesn't know what to say. He's at a loss for words, face turning to the side as he lets out a quiet noise with the mark to the back of his knee. He can't stop squirming, leaning into every touch as much as he can in this precarious position, begging for more of this attention with motions like this, but still shying away from it with his face, with his silence.
Ahh, it's unfair, this method... He's wanting to beg for more already.]
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In other words, with Eichi tied up like this, he can't stop Midorima from being tender and gentle and showing him that he cares about him in a way he won't forget. Eichi is going to be painfully hard by the time he's done too (and so is Midorima but that's besides the point- Midorima is being attentive to Eichi right now after all). Unless Eichi says something, Midorima is going to exercise his extreme stubbornness not to give himself attention and kiss every inch of Eichi's body, stopping to mark key spots.
In fact, as he travels up his leg with little kisses, he even slows down right before reaching his inner thigh where Eichi had asked for it, holding his mouth against the smaller man's flesh. Then he stops, and informs Eichi of what he's going to do so that Eichi understands. He does keep his face down buried in his thigh because the words coming out of his mouth are definitely beyond his usual tsun capabilities. ]
I'm going to kiss every part of your body so that every part of you knows what I feel like.
[ And before Eichi gets a proper response out, he does finally start suckling the sensitive flesh there, intent on making a very visible mark. Eichi can talk while he teases him if he wants. ]
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[Ah, the more intimate this gets, the more he wants to stop himself from talking. He's embarrassed, he's exposed, and he's going to fall apart too quickly down this route. It's incredibly exciting, even the part of it that's equally terrifying. Tender... He doesn't know what to make of it.
The mark at his thigh is everything he could have wanted, but it's also sending sensations up his spine that he doesn't know how to react to while tied up like this. He gasps, digging his heel into Midorima's back, trying harder to turn his face into his arm to hide it— but he always ends up peeking back and down at the sight.]
W-wait, I can't— [Keep up? Deal with this? Anything. He's hard already, from all of the attention, enough so that precum leaks from his tip with the new mark.] I won't be able to keep up at this rate... Shintarou.
[He feels like he's going to die of embarrassment.]
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[ It's hard to tell if he's being intentionally obstuse to draw Eichi out or if he's genuinely not aware of what the other boy wants. Midorima's social skills when it comes to romance are, after all, suffering. The reality is that he simply wants to take advantage of the moment. Not only is he enjoying putting Eichi through this, but having the upperhand is something he only really feels like he has in moments like this with his puckish lover. He fully intends to enjoy this intimacy as much as he can.
He continues onward with his kisses, now kissing his hips, the base of his cock, nuzzling his nose against his pelvis as he waits for the blonde's response. ]
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Don't give me that. [Irritated, but it's only adding to arousal, his embarrassment still burning at the forefront of everything.]
You want me to beg, is that it? Please... I don't want to wait for you anymore. Let me feel you. Please. Ahh, this is too much, I can't...
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[ Said after he's already begged. But Eichi is missing the point. Midorima wants something else from him, but it's not something that Midorima would deign to say himself. Something stupid and romantic, like he wants him to make love to him or to be with him the way no one else would. He wants him to claim him, or to become one..
All things way too embarrassing to say aloud, but Eichi isn't getting it either. So instead he stands up, moving his hands on either side of Eichi's legs to lift him up. It lifts him high enough that he can finally lift his arms off of the shower head. ]
Put your arms around me.
[ He doesn't undo the tape, but he'll let Eichi hold onto him for this. It's as close as he's going to get to what he wants from him. ]
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He doesn't have anymore words, for the moment.]
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Instead, he'll focus on what they both know they want right now. Once Eichi has a firm enough grip on his shoulders, he shifts his hold to one arm so he can reach out to grab a lavender bath oil. It's a massage oil and a bath oil, good for relaxing strained muscles... he's fairly certain it'll do the trick. He flips it open with his thumb. ]
Do I need to... [ God, he still can't talk about this ] ..stretch you? Iris moon isn't out.
[ So he wants to make sure he's not going to hurt him. ]
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Since you're not a violent person, it's probably for the best if you do, at least a little. [He's survived it without, but even he won't bring that time up now. Or ever, probably.]
But I'm impatient... I'll tell you now that I can handle you whenever you're ready, so decide for yourself when that is. Your long fingers will feel nice, you know...
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I'm ready right now, but I'm going to make sure you're actually ready and not simply gung-ho.
[ With that, he pours some of the oil into his hand, filling the dry shower with the scent of lavender for a moment before he puts the bottle back on the shower shelf, then slathers it against Eichi's entrance. He doesn't hesitate to put two fingers in, since Eichi is so insistent in his impatience. ]
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Simply... pay attention to how I react, and it's that easy. To your own feelings, as well...
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[ That is to say, of course he's paying attention. His focus is entirely on Eichi right now, on every sensation he feels from the man he's with. While his right arm helps to support Eichi where he's holding him, his left hand is very slowly stretching Eichi. It feels different than when they've done this while the Iris moon was out.
At least by now, he's familiar enough with Eichi's body to know where to find the little bump of his prostate. Midorima doesn't hesitate to curl his fingers to aim to massage that spot each time he dips his fingers deeper between stretching the blonde. ]
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He moans, too, when Midorima manages to hit that spot deep inside of him so well. And then again, and again— his body trembles a little from the stimulation, and he presses an open mouthed kiss to the side of Midorima's neck, burying his noises there.]
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[Eichi moans louder at the shift, sucking in his breath as a gasp just as he presses his lips into Midorima's once more. This is better, but he wants more, more as always, hoping that his quiet murmurs of such into each of their sloppy kisses is enough to tell Midorima of this. He can't focus on anything more than this feeling, the taste of Midorima on his tongue, the feeling of him inside of him...
Just from this, he's so close, but he wants it to last, to wait for Midorima to be just as close, to try and line up their release.]
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He slots himself up to Eichi and does just that, though slowly. It's controlled, but there's a certain hesitation in the movements that shows he's struggling with doing so. After the first few thrusts he gives up, moving his forehead down to rest on Eichi's shoulder again, green bangs tickling his neck as he finds a steady pace and pants heatedly against the blonde's neck. He bites gently into his collarbone as if to stifle his own moan, though it doesn't succeed at muffling the sound. He's not going to last long even if he wants to. ]