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[hasteful]

Mm, I will… but I still feel like sometimes I don’t always understand what you want?

But that’s just part of being a sword, I think…

[he will still diligently dry itsuki’s hair, leaning up to give him a kiss since he’s closer anyway]

[nightchild]

[he tilts his head down to meet Buzen half-way, kissu...]

It could be that... Still, what can I do to make it easier?

[maybe be less wildly jealous itsuki]

[hasteful]

[kissu! itsuki will still feel that chill in the air that comes when a sword is inevitably going to be broken

anyway,]

Um... I don't know if there's anything that you can...

Maybe I should learn how to get jealous first...

[imagine,]

[nightchild]

[MIKATSURU ARE STILL ALIVE!!!! THANK GOD!!!!

itsuki immediately does that "anime character fall" thing that happens after they hear something SHOCKING -- ]

-- Huh?!

[BUZEN?? LEARNING HOW TO GET JEALOUS???]

...Huh.

[he's trying to imagine it... unfortunately itsuki is good at imagining wild ass fantasies in his head]

[hasteful]

[not for long

but buzen will just laugh at that, amused as he catches itsuki in his arms regardless. he'll finish drying off his hair, putting the towel off to the side but like

he's still comforting here cuddling so]

What's so "huh" about it?

[imagining.... jealous buzen....]

[nightchild]

[comfort cuddles... the way this is so at odds with the picture of jealous buzen that itsuki is trying very hard to construct in his mind --]

I can't really imagine it...

Would you get upset if I wasn't paying attention to you?

[this is a theoretical scenario because itsuki can't even recall a time when he wasn't gay attention span for buzen]

[hasteful]

No?

[DON'T JUST DESTROY THE FANTASY SO FAST]

.... I guess I could try...? Depends on what else you're paying attention to....

[he really

wouldn't be able to think of anything on his own,]

[nightchild]

[HE SAID NO SO FAST]

[nightchild]

[i think about how buzen is even less inclined to get jealous than mikazuki]

-- What if it was someone else?

[the mark of how desperate itsuki is -- he brings up yet another scenario that will never happen in order to visualize a jealous buzen]

[hasteful]

[mikazuki has an ego because he's fucking ancient and a big deal

buzen is literally no one in comparison]

Hm... Well, if it's a friend, I don't see why it's a problem...

[nightchild]

[STOP DON'T BE MEAN]






I guess it normally wouldn't be...

[unfortunately itsuki is not normal]

[hasteful]

[help

buzen gives him a kiss to reassure him of his yan tendencies when he really shouldn't]

... I guess maybe if I really wanted your attention, and you ignored me for a stranger who didn't need help...

[if the stranger needed help buzen would totally understand!

but maybe. this. really. specific scenario?]

[nightchild]

...Yeah?

[buzen please stop encouraging itsuki he's too spoiled,

case in point, he just. pushes buzen backwards so they can both fall onto the bed, and moves so he's hovering over him, lips not quite brushing. this is so funny what about their spaghetti dinner,]

I feel like you'd just wait until I'm done though? You're pretty patient, after all.

[and understanding! and cute!]

[hasteful]

[iTSUKI YOUR LADY AND THE TRAMP MOMENT. ITSUKI!!!!!!

but yeah he's falling back on the bed, oop. absolutely no resistance there! he lets his hands stay where they are, resting at itsuki's waist as he looks up at him]

Maybe we have to be fast about something.

[and then buzen stops being patient]

[nightchild]

[this IS his lady and the tramp moment?? buzen is lady btw. oh my god buzen is lady --]

Then you'll have to get my attention.

[itsuki says, while all of his attention is on buzen and none on their food,]

How would you do that?

[hasteful]

[WHY IS BUZEN LADY

their food is going to get so cold i'm shaking. itsuki avoided shower sex so that buzen could answer the door and yet we're still here,]

Oh, how would I.... [he didn't think that far]

.... I'd probably just pick you up....

[that's not sexy]

[nightchild]

[because he's cute and sheltered and lovable....]

-- Well, it's not like that wouldn't work...

[his kabedon...]

You can be a little more aggressive, you know?

[no he doesn't know]

[hasteful]

[no he's not aware at all,]

More aggressive...? How do you want me to do that?

[the fact that buzen is a jock and a sword and yet he can't think of being aggro toward his boyfriend,]

[nightchild]

It's easy, you've done it before.

[Itsuki tilts his head to the side, hooking a finger in the neck of his bathrobe so he can tug it down a little to reveal a faded hickey,

for educational purposes that are not slutty (?)]

See?

[hasteful]

You want me to bite you to get your attention?

[seems a little drastic and slutty]

[nightchild]

[it is both of those things yes

thankfully itsuki does not yank his robe off, instead he wraps his arms around buzen in a hug... doting...]

Yeah! [DON'T JUST SAY YEAH?] You can be a little rough with me, I don't mind...

[hasteful]

[hug.... soft.... buzen wraps one arm around itsuki's waist more tightly in return, holding him close]

If you're sure....

[hasteful]

[ - in which case buzen will just use his hold on itsuki to roll them over so he's on top, pressing his lips against that faded hickey again. his lips part slightly to allow for a brush of teeth, brief.]

Like that?

[their spaghetti.]

[nightchild]

[hmmmmm

this really is drastic AND slutty? itsuki wanted to see jealous buzen in public? that was the plan? not 'get embarrassed at the behavior i specifically requested him to do because im a bottom and get excited when he tops me'? sometimes, you accept being a bottom around your cute boyfriend.

but you're not ready for the world to see that?]

Um. [itsuki swallows, adam's apple bobbing perilously close to buzen's lips] You know what, let's think about it a little more...

[THEIR SPAGHETTI]

[hasteful]

[the embarrassment and reaction is satisfying in its own way to buzen, who was honestly already getting distracted. his lips trail kisses along the line of the fabric of itsuki's bathrobe, pressing against the very edge of bare skin and gradually working lower -

until itsuki tells him that it's time to think.

so he pauses and stops, glancing up at him]

Oh?

[what are they thinking about,]