[Tonbokiri is getting accosted by one of the Genjis, of course. Whatever hallway Tonbokiri happens to be on currently, Hizamaru is at the opposite end.]
Tonbokiri-san!!
[He's on the heelys, god forbid. He races down the beginning of the hallway and then, suddenly, pops right up in the air from his toes--and right over to do a handstanding flip. He lands right back on his toes somewhere in front of Tonbokiri and laughs. Tada.]
Tonbo has a goddamn heart attack where he stands because Genji Energy is just so much all of the time. Despite the warning, he still would have preferred if he had gotten a 30 second heads up instead. Goodness. ]
I see you've learned since the last time we spoke?
[ does he sound faint? he's probably a little faint ]
[He shakes his head dismissively to get rid of Tonbokiri's concerns.]
Junpei-san told me at the beginning... to not have sex with the same person over and over, just in case. It isn't a bad strategy, so I was wondering... If this week, you would have sex with me, Tonbokiri-san.
Nikkari-san has vouched for your stamina. I would like to experience it myself.
[Wow. No wonder people bully the shit out of him for this. The blushing is real cute! He beams gently at Tonbo, but doesn't tease. Since he's not a gremlin like some of the other ones who give them both hell on earth for blushing.]
Are you busy, Tonbokiri-san? [He holds his hand out for Tonbo to take, if wanted.] We don't have to now, but I wasn't doing anything important.
[With Tonbo's hand, he turns back to lead them both along--more than likely to his own room since it's easier to have privacy and everything there. He thankfully doesn't zoom away on the shoes like he had in the arcade.]
Do you, ah... have any rules, Tonbokiri-san? For yourself? About having sex.
No. I've... [He glances away, almost bashfully.] I've enjoyed everything so far. It's very interesting... seeing how and what these bodies react to.
[He pauses to use the clamshell to let them into the room, but without letting go of Tonbo's hand. Has Tonbo been here yet? Since Dimitri left, it has been better taken care of, almost out of respect. But it does look like definitely more than one person stays here together.
He comes out of the crazy shoes by the door, waits for Tonbo, and then turns around to walk backward with Tonbo's hand.]
I've certainly learned a good deal of new things about these bodies of ours [ he smiles, eyes twinkling ]
There have been experiences we've had here I doubt we would have ever had the opportunity to try back home.
[ Tonbo kicks off his own shoes absently, hand still held firmly while he glances around. It's the first for him, and there's definitely a hint of curiosity upon being in a new space. It's the one thing he's always found intriguing here was how everyone could live in a similarly designed room and yet it each space would be different every time. ]
[It's cute. He doesn't mind Tonbo's peruse of their room. Nothing is really cursed, surprisingly, aside from maybe the lube bottles from the bags being here and there? Within easy reach.]
I know. I'm wondering how the others will feel if we show them when we return. Show me what you've learned, Tonbokiri-san.
[In the bedroom, he turns them around with an agonizingly graceful slink. He finally releases Tonbo's hand so he can start coming out of the already too thin yukata and pants, going slow and patient. It gives Tonbo something to do while he works on Tonbo's clothes--touching, if Tonbo wants, or just looking.]
It certainly will be interesting. I'm sure they'll be quite surprised.
[ with that, Tonbo's attention is brought back to the genji, eyes going dark at the show. it's perhaps a good thing he wore his own idol outfit today, allowing such ease of access without the layers he wears on a usual basis. his own hands raise to marvel at the skin he gets to touch now, hands skimming up Hiza's shoulders before cupping his face for a kiss. ]
This Tonbokiri will be pleased to show you now though.
[ item 1 : people seem to like when his voice goes deep ]
[As a treasure and a sword, his skin is pale and pristine. There’s sadly a great lack of characteristics to it, but it’s beautiful nonetheless. The only mar is a discolored scar on the top of one foot, but right now it’s hard to see.
He slides up between Tonbokiri’s thighs, not resisting when he’s drawn in. The voice is as nice as the kiss, deep and pushing a rumble through his chest. He chases the mouth hungrily, for once not being so timid about it.
His hands begin shedding what’s possible of Tonbokiri’s clothes.] Let me show you what I’ve learned, Tonbokiri-san. [His hands feel every wide muscle of Tonbokiri’s chest on his drop down between the man’s thighs where he works on getting the pants off, too, if Tonbokiri will hike the hips.]
[ It's different, that's for sure; to hold a treasure so intimately. there certainly is a reverence in his touch, the drag of his fingerpads much more gentle than if he were with another. it's unlike tonbokiri's own skin which is as worn as his spears, the texture far closer to the other humans than the perfection of hizamaru's. it's certainly nothing to be idolized over. ]
Show me.
[ his voice is still low and smokey as he works, but he's shedding his clothes easily enough. what Hiza doesn't get to he strips off without concern, the screams of their costume department be damned.
[The costume department will be very fine because all of this shredding is going to very good use.
A spark of focus comes into his golden eyes. He runs his hands up the front of Tonbokiri's lower legs, pausing at the knees before pushing forward along the thighs, feeling the muscle beneath. When he brings himself forward, he takes Tonbokiri into his mouth without any hands. There's a surprising lack of teeth (for now) despite how sharp they are, only lips and tongue. He swallows just enough to get it firm.
And then he dives without hesitation, angled, sliding Tonbokiri toward his throat. Except, honestly, Tonbokiri is a little thicker than what he's use to, so he only gets so far before he has to draw back. There doesn't seem to be any bad resistance, only a miscalculation. He tries again after drawing in a breath through his nose.
He takes it back into the beginning of his throat momentarily, pulls away with his lips sucking the end.]
[ There's a half bitten off noise from above him, Tonbo immediately covering his mouth with his arm cause goodness. He does his best to hold still, letting Hizamaru have the time to find his comfort and rhythm but there certainly is a fine tremor developing in his legs.
For now, his free hand curls around the back of Hiza's neck, resting there in encouragement. ]
[Almost reassuringly, his hands knead at the trembling thighs, but he doesn't tease Tonbokiri for it (not that he could like this). He knows what it feels like for this strange body to enjoy what it wants and to quiver for it.
The pace is languid; he doesn't try to waste his energy going at it like a show-off. Sure, easing down from tip to base is sort of show-offy, but there's no gusto in his movements. It's easy, his mouth and throat tightening when he draws back. The very hint of teeth catch on the head as he pulls away to breath.
He looks up at Tonbokiri through his lashes, asking, his mouth wet and lips red.]
[ With his arm currently covering his mouth, Tonbo only nods his consent, perfectly okay with whatever Hizamaru has planned. His hand, still at the base of his neck brushes soothingly behind Hizamaru’s ear, urging him on.
For all he has experienced, there still remains a time where the pleasure is overwhelming and he needs an extra moment to adjust to it. A part of it wonders if it’s something that all of them experience, or if it’s just part of being so new to the explosion of sensation. ]
[Thoughtfully, he pinches his lips between his teeth, and then he rises up and forward. Both arms smooth up over Tonbokiri's shoulders, and he brings his legs up so he can sit in Tonbokiri's lap, their chests flush together.
He offers Tonbokiri a kiss, something trying to be more polite than hungry, but it isn't timid. His voice is low without being a whisper, though a little raspy for obvious reasons.] Do you use... the human...
[A pause.]
Ah--condom? [That's what they're called.] I don't mind... It's strange, some of them use it and some of them do not.
[ His arms immediately wrap about the trim waist, Tonbo kissing back as good as he gets, only leaving behind a small nip before pulling back to answer. ]
Only if they ask of it.
[ He’s not too bothered either way but given what he’s learned about their use but he usually lets his partner decide if it’s necessary or not. Humans can be very particular sometimes. ]
Leaning back a bit, he slides his hands over Tonbokiri's shoulders to the chest, and then he shoves. Not too hard, enough to toss Tonbokiri on the bed.] There is a better feeling without. [He sits back momentarily on his feet and Tonbokiri's thighs, almost on display.
And then he drops over to crawl a little, stretch really, toward the top of the bed for one of the haphazardly left bottles.]
[ also messier but when did that ever stop them. he watches Hiza with interest, far too distracted by the shifting muscles to help. it's fine, it gives him more time to run his hands up and down silky skin ]
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week four; monday, 3pm
Tonbokiri-san!!
[He's on the heelys, god forbid. He races down the beginning of the hallway and then, suddenly, pops right up in the air from his toes--and right over to do a handstanding flip. He lands right back on his toes somewhere in front of Tonbokiri and laughs. Tada.]
Re: week four; monday, 3pm
Tonbo has a goddamn heart attack where he stands because Genji Energy is just so much all of the time. Despite the warning, he still would have preferred if he had gotten a 30 second heads up instead. Goodness. ]
I see you've learned since the last time we spoke?
[ does he sound faint? he's probably a little faint ]
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[He keeps grinning, but it's at least not gremlin grinning. And he's at least (for now) not zooming circles around Tonbo.]
Have you tried again with yours yet? They're actually quite fun once you get the hang of them.
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[ Tonbo certainly sounds pleased about it. At least one of them is making full use out of their reward. ]
I can't say I can do anything quite of the sort but I've at least learned how to stop.
[ which is. ngl, the most important bit. ]
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That is important, too, Tonbokiri-san! Keep trying. I won't give up on you.
[He peers at him a moment or two, thoughtful.]
I was looking for you, Tonbokiri-san. I have a request, but you don't have to accept.
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[ he's... gonna try at least..... ]
Is there something a matter?
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Junpei-san told me at the beginning... to not have sex with the same person over and over, just in case. It isn't a bad strategy, so I was wondering... If this week, you would have sex with me, Tonbokiri-san.
Nikkari-san has vouched for your stamina. I would like to experience it myself.
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[ Tonbo sure is turning pink though. Nikkari said that about him...? wao ]
If that is what you wish that I, Tonbokiri, would be glad to.
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Are you busy, Tonbokiri-san? [He holds his hand out for Tonbo to take, if wanted.] We don't have to now, but I wasn't doing anything important.
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Mm, no... Nothing that can't wait for later. [ he takes the hand, smiling. ] This, perhaps is much more important.
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[With Tonbo's hand, he turns back to lead them both along--more than likely to his own room since it's easier to have privacy and everything there. He thankfully doesn't zoom away on the shoes like he had in the arcade.]
Do you, ah... have any rules, Tonbokiri-san? For yourself? About having sex.
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[ he hasn't had anything come up that's gone against 'as long as everyone's having a good time, he's happy' rule ]
Have you?
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No. I've... [He glances away, almost bashfully.] I've enjoyed everything so far. It's very interesting... seeing how and what these bodies react to.
[He pauses to use the clamshell to let them into the room, but without letting go of Tonbo's hand. Has Tonbo been here yet? Since Dimitri left, it has been better taken care of, almost out of respect. But it does look like definitely more than one person stays here together.
He comes out of the crazy shoes by the door, waits for Tonbo, and then turns around to walk backward with Tonbo's hand.]
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There have been experiences we've had here I doubt we would have ever had the opportunity to try back home.
[ Tonbo kicks off his own shoes absently, hand still held firmly while he glances around. It's the first for him, and there's definitely a hint of curiosity upon being in a new space. It's the one thing he's always found intriguing here was how everyone could live in a similarly designed room and yet it each space would be different every time. ]
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I know. I'm wondering how the others will feel if we show them when we return. Show me what you've learned, Tonbokiri-san.
[In the bedroom, he turns them around with an agonizingly graceful slink. He finally releases Tonbo's hand so he can start coming out of the already too thin yukata and pants, going slow and patient. It gives Tonbo something to do while he works on Tonbo's clothes--touching, if Tonbo wants, or just looking.]
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[ with that, Tonbo's attention is brought back to the genji, eyes going dark at the show. it's perhaps a good thing he wore his own idol outfit today, allowing such ease of access without the layers he wears on a usual basis. his own hands raise to marvel at the skin he gets to touch now, hands skimming up Hiza's shoulders before cupping his face for a kiss. ]
This Tonbokiri will be pleased to show you now though.
[ item 1 : people seem to like when his voice goes deep ]
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He slides up between Tonbokiri’s thighs, not resisting when he’s drawn in. The voice is as nice as the kiss, deep and pushing a rumble through his chest. He chases the mouth hungrily, for once not being so timid about it.
His hands begin shedding what’s possible of Tonbokiri’s clothes.] Let me show you what I’ve learned, Tonbokiri-san. [His hands feel every wide muscle of Tonbokiri’s chest on his drop down between the man’s thighs where he works on getting the pants off, too, if Tonbokiri will hike the hips.]
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Show me.
[ his voice is still low and smokey as he works, but he's shedding his clothes easily enough. what Hiza doesn't get to he strips off without concern, the screams of their costume department be damned.
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A spark of focus comes into his golden eyes. He runs his hands up the front of Tonbokiri's lower legs, pausing at the knees before pushing forward along the thighs, feeling the muscle beneath. When he brings himself forward, he takes Tonbokiri into his mouth without any hands. There's a surprising lack of teeth (for now) despite how sharp they are, only lips and tongue. He swallows just enough to get it firm.
And then he dives without hesitation, angled, sliding Tonbokiri toward his throat. Except, honestly, Tonbokiri is a little thicker than what he's use to, so he only gets so far before he has to draw back. There doesn't seem to be any bad resistance, only a miscalculation. He tries again after drawing in a breath through his nose.
He takes it back into the beginning of his throat momentarily, pulls away with his lips sucking the end.]
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For now, his free hand curls around the back of Hiza's neck, resting there in encouragement. ]
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The pace is languid; he doesn't try to waste his energy going at it like a show-off. Sure, easing down from tip to base is sort of show-offy, but there's no gusto in his movements. It's easy, his mouth and throat tightening when he draws back. The very hint of teeth catch on the head as he pulls away to breath.
He looks up at Tonbokiri through his lashes, asking, his mouth wet and lips red.]
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For all he has experienced, there still remains a time where the pleasure is overwhelming and he needs an extra moment to adjust to it. A part of it wonders if it’s something that all of them experience, or if it’s just part of being so new to the explosion of sensation. ]
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He offers Tonbokiri a kiss, something trying to be more polite than hungry, but it isn't timid. His voice is low without being a whisper, though a little raspy for obvious reasons.] Do you use... the human...
[A pause.]
Ah--condom? [That's what they're called.] I don't mind... It's strange, some of them use it and some of them do not.
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Only if they ask of it.
[ He’s not too bothered either way but given what he’s learned about their use but he usually lets his partner decide if it’s necessary or not. Humans can be very particular sometimes. ]
I do not mind either way.
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[Swords.
Leaning back a bit, he slides his hands over Tonbokiri's shoulders to the chest, and then he shoves. Not too hard, enough to toss Tonbokiri on the bed.] There is a better feeling without. [He sits back momentarily on his feet and Tonbokiri's thighs, almost on display.
And then he drops over to crawl a little, stretch really, toward the top of the bed for one of the haphazardly left bottles.]
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Mm, yes.
[ also messier but when did that ever stop them. he watches Hiza with interest, far too distracted by the shifting muscles to help. it's fine, it gives him more time to run his hands up and down silky skin ]