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Don't make a habit of it.

[ And yet, Midorima would probably adjust. If there's one thing that's always true it's that he does put effort into the people he has decided to keep around him and who choose to stay around him, even if he completely denies it.

Midorima moves to Eichi's side, a little closer than normal since he want to keep on the yoga mat as well for comfort, which puts him a little further up than normal between Eichi's legs. ]

Do you want me to focus on anything today?

[ If he's got any particular aches and pains.. or if it's just all around stress and exhaustion. Though as he waits for an answer, he does notice Eichi's ears twitching about every couple of seconds.

..Midorima isn't really affected by anything abnormal, he likes cute things, and rabbits are very lucky. So he's internally appreciating those. Eichi will never hear of it. ]

Focus...?

[He's sure not focused. His shirt has been pulled off and left over one of the chairs inside, he's settled on the yoga mat with Midorima sooo close, and he can already feel himself feeling dizzy with want. Hm. He wonders how to handle this properly... He doesn't want to ruin friendship, but what would ruin it more...?]

I don't think so. I'm not in any particular pain, though I may request that you focus a little more if you come across a spot that seems to call for it. At the same time, I'm sure your own expertise can expand on that? [Touch him more anywhere, really. Ah... He reaches up briefly, pinching lightly at his own twitching ears.]

By the way, these react easily, so don't mind them.

I noticed.

[ He's definitely minding the ears, though not in a bad way. But okay, he starts him off the same way as they usually go, rolling up Eichi's pant legs, both at the same time this time so they're out of the way. ]

Invest in a pair of shorts if we're going to keep doing these instead of expecting me to wrinkle up your clothing every time.

[ He rolls them up as high as he can basically, so even pre-massage he's getting a little bit close. But if Eichi doesn't have anywhere in particular, he's going to start with his left leg today, slipping his hand underneath and leaning his body weight against his leg. As he does so, he leans in. If Eichi was able to smell anything else, at this point he probably can't with Midorima's chest hovering over him. ]

I run cold, so I've had no real reason to purchase shorts before now. I suppose it would make sense... But if they're still to my knees, does it help much?

[His questioning would normally continue, but as his leg is stretched back and Midorima is left so close, he finds himself holding his breath for a long moment before it comes out in a quiet huff of an exhale. Chest. Chest...

It's so intense, this draw of pheromones, and he can't think properly. It's why he reaches out in a flushed daze, fingertips pressing lightly over Midorima's chest, rabbit ears flicking once more.]

If they're only for this purpose, it doesn't matter. You shouldn't wrinkle your normal clothes and if the oils get in the fabric you'll have to do a special wash, so you need something for this.

[ For his part, Midorima designated a specific pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. It's very comfortable and not unlike something he would wear in the gym during practice, so he finds no issue with it. It's loose fitted, and Eichi can probably see down his t-shirt as he hovers over him if he ends up peeking, revealing Midorima's thin but very fit chest.

Well, at least until his hand touches Midorima's chest, which makes him pause. ]

Does it hurt?

[ He draws back a little, thinking Eichi touched him to push him back. He doesn't need Eichi to actually push for him to back off. Midorima is surprisingly careful despite acting like an ass all the time. ]

[Oh... That's the opposite of what he wants, and so his hand drops away quickly, as if trying to hide that it was ever there. Of course, it's too late for that, and he blinks a couple of times. Putting aside the short talk...]

Ah, no, it doesn't. [He can't look away, despite himself.] It's just that you seem closer than usual, somehow.

More than that... I got the urge to reach out to you. [Why does he have to be blunt and open at times like this.] There's no need to back off, so please continue as normal.

[ Sorry Eichi, Midorima is intelligent in many ways, but reading body language in the way that you want is not one of them. In the end, being blunt and open is the only way he's going to get it.

But if he says he's fine, he's fine. Though that statement about wanting to reach out to him is odd and embarrassing. He reaches up to push up his glasses, letting out a little huff in response to his statement instead of responding to it. If he makes a big deal about something like that, they're going to be here all day.

As he moves onto the other leg, his big bushy tail starts swaying behind him since he's focusing in on Eichi's ears again instead of what the boy said about reaching for him. He does like it, and he's not completely in control of his tail, so it's making big casual sweeps back and forth behind him, potentially tickling Eichi's other leg behind him as Midorima leans forward and checks for any knots in this leg.

As luck would have it, as when Midorima was involved somehow it always did, he finds one on the back side of Eichi's leg, at the very top of his biceps femoris just before it meets his gluteus maximus. Midorima moves both hands to that spot and starts massaging slowly and deliberately with his left, his right hand moving underneath Eichi to lift his butt just enough that he can get better leverage against the muscle. ]

[Midorima can think in whatever scientific terms he wants to, but the truth is that he's touching Eichi's ass right now. Just when he thought he'd been thoroughly distracted by that swaying tail being so cute, he's pulled right back into it all. The touches, the working out of a knot, the hand on his ass that is definitely one of the most effected areas of this entire moon thing. He tenses up more, because of it, but tries to force himself to relax...

And when he does, the feeling is enough with the pheromones in the air that Eichi lets out a soft noise, a hand drifting up to drape over his mouth belatedly, as if to cover it.

He's red, a little, more from how worked up he's feeling than actual embarrassment. He's a little embarrassed, sure, but more than that, he wants this... Ahh. He's not so sure he can get what he wants, is the problem. His eyes slide off to the side, even if his other leg is tickled by Midorima's tail and has to shift slightly, and his own rabbit ears aren't stopping their movements.]

[ Midorima's eyes dart back up to Eichi's face as his work slows, but doesn't stop. Noises aren't.. uncommon from some people during massages, but Eichi hadn't been one to make them particularly often. Midorima knows that he is touching a sensitive area though, and decides to try a different means to work through it.

This time, he carefully places his hands around Eichi's thighs, spreading his long fingers over his flesh to lay his hands flat around his inner and outer thighs, then using his thumbs on either side of the knot to work it out. His tail stops swishing around at that point as he refocuses his efforts on getting out this knot. For a moment, it'll hurt with how he's doing it, then the pressure should release and he'll be able to feel his whole body relaxing. At least, that's how Midorima is certain it should work. ]

How's that?

[ Well. It does hurt a little, but the pain is pleasant too, like this... His body relaxes into it as it should, but then he tenses again because of that, his breaths subtly more shallow. ]

It’s perfect. [ Ah, too much? He’s in a daze from this scent, honestly, and his face is still flushed, his heart pounding. ] It feels good...

[ He’s going to break any minute now, he knows it. There’s no way he can keep this up without reaching out some more. ]

[ Midorima likes praise, honestly, so he's fine with it being called perfect. That just encourages him to keep going. Once it's out he makes his motions a little bigger, as if he's making sure to relieve the rest of the muscle as well, and his fingers slip beneath the fabric of Eichi's pushed up pants when he does so, then as he trails his fingers back up, he does so with feather-light touches alongside the back of Eichi's leg.

That's not really a sports massage thing, but Midorima is very thorough. You can bet he looked up good massage techniques to make a person relax most effectively once it was decided this would become a regular thing. Once he's done, he sets Eichi's leg down slowly and rather bluntly asks: ]

Are you going to pass out again if I do your back side?

[ Okay, even if he’s lost in feelings of relaxation and mild arousal, he has to huff at that. ]

My health was low then, so don’t connect those things. [ Mm... at this point, he feels like it’s more likely he’ll pass out if he doesn’t do his back side. He’s eager... he’s absolutely going to end up breaking and turning this massage into something else, but he can’t help it. He can’t stop. ]

I won’t pass out. [ He won’t. He definitely is wide awake. ]

You called me for your massage three days early and you've been acting off since I arrived.

[ Despite his interest in medicine and physiology, it isn't as though he's actually a doctor and able to tell if Eichi's having a health issue of some kind or not. He's definitely not the same as last time, but he's certainly not his usual self either right now. ]

But if you're fine, roll onto your stomach.

[ They didn't really do arms the last time, since Midorima was concerned about Eichi's well-being and insisted they were done. And well.. ]

Most of the arms I know are a little too involved for someone who doesn't regularly work out, so I asked some of the Prismals about something to try.

Have I?

[ Feigning innocence and ignorance, he questions that as he turns to roll over. This is going to be what kills him, he’s sure of it. But... maybe the pheromones won’t be as bad if he’s facing away from him? Maybe?

Once he’s positioned correctly again, he glances back curiously. ]

Oh? Were you able to collect some useful informations and ideas, then?

That depends on the result.

[ He hasn't tested this with a real human yet so. You know, don't worry about it Eichi, he likes to experiment sometimes it's fun. This is science in a way.

Science influenced by Prismals thinking Midorima is asking about two moonblessed doing couples stretches, because who the fuck asks how to stretch another boy who's more delicate than him without being hurt and he's not an athlete otherwise??

Once Eichi is in position, Midorima straddles his legs, one knee on either side of the outside of Eichi's thighs. He reaches for either of the blonde's wrists and leans down himself, pressing his front against Eichi's back as he pushes both of their arms above each other's heads, using his own weight to push Eichi's just further than what feels like it should be comfortable.

And hold for 20 seconds or whatever right, because this is a stretch and Midorima is an idiot. Though he is staying quiet now because even if he's keeping this in mind as a stretch, it's certainly... close. He can definitely feel Eichi's body heat completely against his front. ]

[ The pheromones aren’t reduced at all like this. If anything, he’s surrounded by the scent, with Midorima pressed into him from behind. Pressed... from behind... warm and large and strong. Ah, he feels the stretch, but it’s warming him in ways he can’t hold back. His tail twitches now too, and his ears even more so. ]

Ah— Midorima-kun, this...

[ He’s overwhelmed, breathing in sharply after that and curling his fingers. He wants to press back into him. He wants to feel more... He’s wet and he’s thanking god that it’s not leaking through anything, at least right now. ]

You smell different today...

[ help him ]

[ As Eichi's tail starts twitching, that's something that almost immediately makes Midorima clear his throat.

His front, after all, is placed against Eichi's back. His crotch is right where that tail is twitching. His own tail goes stiff behind him and he shifts slightly, as if trying to lift his hips up just a little. He ends up lowering himself onto his elbows so he can scoot himself down a little bit, his knees moving to line up a little more with Eichi's knees than his thighs. The leverage lets him hover a mere centimeter from Eichi's ass without losing the stretch. ]

It might be the massage oils you're smelling. I took them out earlier.

[ They're next to the mat. He doesn't smell anything though...

..Surely it's not-- he's gone multiple cycles without producing pheromones, there's no way he would start now. Right?? ]

[ Oh dear god he’s moving more. Eichi tenses, his rabbit ears giving away every bit of his feelings as he tries to adjust to being held in this stretch while Midorima moves, and his breathing hitches here and there at brushes against him. His fingers curl more, digging into the yoga mat a bit too much, and just that alone has a spike of pleasure shooting up his spine. Just from this... ]

It’s not.

[ He’s confident in saying that, though he doesn’t expand on why. He’s surrounded by the scent, sweet and alluring, and he tries to shift a little, desperate for more. ]

Can’t you move to the next one? This is... [ driving him mad?? He can’t do a thing, he isn’t being touched enough, he’s dizzy from it. ]

It’s not enough. [ He hadn’t meant for that to fall out quite like that, though. ]

[ Midorima's grip strengthens a little as Eichi shifts beneath him, as if he's reflexively trying to keep him pinned. It's not intentional, but maybe his indulgent Cordis instincts are kicking in, but Eichi's professing that it's not enough makes him hesitate to move. He doesn't know what he expects that to do, but he has to take a moment to compose himself, swallowing thickly before taking a deep breath of his own, exhaling hot breath over Eichi's neck.

Finally he releases the other boy's wrists and sits up. Having forgotten he changed positions, this sets him straddling Eichi's legs only an inch or so away from his ass.

Once again at a loss for words since he's not.. sure what to say to that and he's focusing on ignoring his own tire from using chroma faster than other moonblessed, the shooting guard simply leans forward again without removing himself from the straddle to start on Eichi's back. ]

You need to learn to control your tail better.

[ There, that's.. something to say. It's dumb since he knows that's impossible but bossing Eichi around us better than the silence proving there's anything else either of them are thinking about. ]

[Hot breath over his neck has him going rigid, and the soft way he sighs is more audible, like a whine, though not so loud. His arms are released and he immediately slides them back closer to himself on the mat, nails digging into it without thinking as Midorima shifts behind him.

It's becoming impossible to think of anything else, even when his tail is called out.]

That reacts even more automatically than my ears, you know... If you're unhappy with it, then stop causing those reactions.

[So he says, but he doesn't want him to stop at all, of course. The hands on his back earn another quiet noise, and his ears twitch, one of his hands pulling back to his face. If he was still on his back, rather than his stomach, he'd absolutely be trying to flip them right now in his desperation. This position may be for the best, but...]

Could you... lean in closer, Midorima-kun?

[ There's something distinctly sexual the way that Eichi is reacting and it's making the amount of chroma this is producing that much more. Midorima can feel it, and he wants more of it even if he's nerves and prudish nature are making him hesitate. So what it comes down to is whether or not his own selfishness and confidence are going to overcome that. He's never been in a position where feeling this type of appetite was a possibility before and he's sure the triple moon had something to do with it. ]

You're the one who asked me to come over to massage you, don't blame your reactions on me.

[ He leans forward, but with both hands on Eichi's spine in a position to crack his back, which he does in one swift motion. He needed to not give into his baser instincts if this was because of the moons. ]

During Cordis moon, I feel hungry all the time. Food never seems to be enough, and I can never quite figure out exactly what I'm hungry for. It's important not to give in and indulge in everything.

[ Eichi said at the start not to touch his tail, right? As Midorima leans back, he pulls his fingers down Eichi's back, settling at the base of his tail and gently massaging. ]

It's vexing for someone who lives a life doing everything I can to claim what I want, but I have no intention of letting a moon dictate what that is.

[ He hopes Eichi understands what he's saying here. ]

[The crack of his back is nice, too nice, and he lets out a held breath, again with a noise. He really is trying to hold those back, but muffled them only makes them sound more suggestive, more real, and there's no winning, is there? He's barely following Midorima's words until the hand is at the base of his tail, and what he assumed was a mistaken brush turns into a full massage that has him reacting unmistakably.

It's too much, he's too sensitive, he's going to lose control like this— they were all reasons for why he'd said not to touch his tail (or his ears for that matter, but his ears weren't in the way of a massage), but to have that broken is... a blatant move at something more suggestive, right? Right?

At the very least, it's not something he can ignore. He pushes his upper body up on his arms, slightly, turning to try and get a look at Midorima. His face is unbelievably flushed, and his tail quivers after tensing.]

Midorima-kun—

[Caught off guard, feeling one-upped, of course he's surprised. And he's sure he understands that sentiment, at the very least. The moon makes him want to roll over gently, but that doesn't mean he wants to. In fact, he tries to fight it every time...]

You're teasing me? [Still spoken like the question it is.] A moon can't dictate anything... Even if it encourages that hunger, it's up to you how to deal with it, isn't it? [So is he saying it's better to give in but choose his own way about it, or keep stubbornly refusing and denying it until he snaps?]

[ Midorima stays quiet, considering for a moment. It's true. It isn't as if Midorima's exactly been losing his cool and wanting to give into that appetite with anything but a rice cooker and he.. almost kissed Weiss, but they certainly weren't in such a compromising position as they are now. It's a good learning experience.

With that consideration though, Eichi is Iris-- obviously, from the fluffy little tail between Midorima's fingers right now. It's entirely possible he's in heat right now, and Midorima's.. not helping, even if pheromones weren't an issue. ]

The smell you mentioned earlier was pheromones, wasn't it?

[ If that's the case, then Midorima's basically been here torturing Eichi without realizing it. He's been face-to-face with someone else's pheromones before and it's very hard to pay attention to anything else when you can smell them. Being in heat on top of that, and Midorima touching him every which way.. even without all that Midorima felt something. He swallows hard and lets up off of Eichi, moving to the side, but only because there are a couple of things here that are very important to Midorima and he's a ludicrously formal prude who isn't quite.. sure what he's doing, except that he's selfish enough that he wanted to touch Eichi's tail even after figuring all of this out. He sits on his knees and pushes up his glasses. If Eichi turns around or sits up, he'll wait until he's done rearranging himself, then rather bluntly state: ]

In that case, I'll-- I'll take responsibility.

[ Yeah, after the first stutter he has to look away,eyes lowered halfway since it's a little (a lot) embarrassing. ]

[There's a quiet hum of affirmation at the question, and Eichi stays where he is for a moment before he shifts, pushing himself up. His pant legs are still pushed up a decent amount, wrinkled and disheveled, he's shirtless, and his face is so flushed... But it gets worse at that comment.

So serious, so formal— if it were any other moment, Eichi might laugh. But here? He can't, not when he's so frustrated, so desperate. Instead, he reaches out, grabbing Midorima's t-shirt with both hands, fingers curling into fists.]

Don't say it like that. [Embarrassing...] I want it clear that I'm not 'giving in to the moon' or anything like that. I'm simply dealing with what life has thrown at me in the way that I want to... Do you understand?

[He's not some damsel!! So he says, but his ears twitch again, and that smell is so sweet— it's like a magnet. He can't wait for formalities. So, even if he might be stopped, just hearing those words is enough permission. He leans in with his grab, pulling at Midorima to meet him, trying to kiss him on the lips.]

I understood it already, that's why--

[ Midorima certainly wasn't going to do it while he considered both of them to be at the whims of the moon. It wasn't until Eichi said how he saw it that Midorima reconsidered how to see it himself. If they're both dealing with what's now a part of them and choosing to do this, then he'll consent to it. He'll take responsibility for what he's put Eichi through by not realizing what they were both going through, and he explained his own issues with feeling even more indulgent than normal. But when Eichi kisses him, it's still unexpected. It's why it cuts his words short, and when he's pulled forward one of Midorima's long arms reaches out to the yoga mat to steady himself.

It's a couple of seconds before Midorima really kisses back. He's not inexperienced, caught off-guard, easily flustered, and just as easily pulled along into things he claims he has no interest in. Even as they kiss, he can't get the image of Eichi completely disheveled and flushed out of his face, and as far as partners go, Eichi presents both a familiar enough attitude that he feels comfortable and fresh enough personality that he doesn't feel any awkwardness of being reminded of someone he knows. Truth be told, he likes Eichi. If Eichi didn't know it by now (he probably did, despite how mean Midorima can act, he doesn't exactly tolerate the presence of those he doesn't want around him) he does now, and even moreso after a moment of Midorima gathering himself.

Much like the difference between off the court and on the court, Midorima goes from serious and responsible and refined to something else. It's a different aura- on the court, it's the kind that gets him called a king instead of a spoiled brat. Forceful, commanding, still with a sense of seriousness that's hard to argue with. His eyelids lower halfway and he pushes forward instead of letting himself be pulled. The hand not supporting him moves to Eichi's backside and slides down, lifting his ass much like he did before, though this time it's more deliberate. It's not about massaging him, it's about putting his back to the yoga mat as he leans into the kiss.

What Midorima lacks in experience, he makes up for in confidence and his own desire to indulge in Eichi. He's the type that takes, not the type who is taken from, and as he presses forward against Eichi's lips. ]

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