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going once

i'm in a conference with king...
i think we might have an unanimous vote to your presence for those three things

he knows that means i don't want him biting my hair in bed, right?

uhuh
come on i'm sleepy

not too sleepy to bug your boyfriend until he visits you.

[dokis...]

going now

what can i say
other than see you in a bit

smug. see you

[makoto waits at the open front door, the porch light faint outside. soon as rin crosses the street and goes up the steps to 1476, makoto's smile visibly brightens. (this feeling doesn't get old.)]

[but without even a kiss hello, he puts his arms around rin's waist and picks the other up over his shoulder (sleepy, bullshit). inside they go, and if rin feels that this is unfair treatment, he'll probably feel more reason to be annoyed at the hand that is holding rin in place--via ass cup]

Shh, everyone else is asleep.

[shitlord]

[when leaning in for a kiss has him lifted like a sack of flour, Rin does in fact feel like this is unfair treatment. naturally, he's opening his mouth to exclaim it so, but -- Makoto's quiet hushing (and the hand palming his ass firmly) has sharp jaws snapping shut in something like stunned bewilderment. it also stops him from squirming out of Makoto's arms using a few indelicate maneuvers that would no doubt draw some attention to the fact that he's being carried into the house like a big prize from a summer festival]

[sleepy, bullshit!!]

[all he can do is return a low hiss, hands fisting at Makoto's shirt]

If Momo sees me like this, I'm gonna pick you up and toss you out your own bedroom window. [what a cool and threatening thing to say, if it weren't followed by a higher pitched, very scandalised] -- Oi, that's not my hair you're petting, perv!

[makoto is trying his best not to laugh--!]

[that being said, they reach his room without makoto offering much of any retaliation against rin, because he is kind of sleepy, despite the physical effort that is perhaps showing otherwise. makoto places rin on his bed, to stand on his feet (after making sure slippers were tossed off his feet). the sheets are rumpled, proving that makoto had been in bed before deciding to bother both king and rin.]

[makoto stands before rin, and at this height difference, he is trying hard to hide the grin on his face, hands holding lightly onto rin's own]

Sorry, Rin.

[and, apology delivered, he lets go and turns to sit down on the bed, and onto his back, looking up (at dat ass)]

Edited 2015-09-08 02:05 (UTC)

[there is something broken in Rin's brain, because he likes being manhandled as much as he absolutely hates it. it makes his reactions to when Makoto gets cute like this (in the obnoxious sense of the word, and also the not-obnoxious sense of it) somewhat disparate. as Makoto lays back, Rin's knees buckle, and he falls back onto the bed beside his boyfriend]

[and wastes absolutely no time headbutting him in the temple, and then biting much more pleasantly at his neck]

[disparate indeed]

Stupid, what happened to that sweet guy on the phone? [an unflattering voice is put on] I don't want to make out, I just want to sing you to sleep! Riiiin~!

[the biting turns to kisses, but Rin's hands are rough on Makoto, refusing to let the other get any leverage or advantage over him after that ass-patting load-bearing display]

[and despite rin's rough housing, makoto ends up giggling and curling his legs closer to his middle in an attempt to push rin off. he's not trying very hard, however, and with rin's refusal to give an inch in makoto's favour, the outcome is quite obvious.]

Eheh-- Rin! Come on, e-everyone's asleep...!

[that part is true at least]

[hands press lightly against rin with no real intent to push the other off, one roaming to brush red hair back in an attempt at hair brushing. it isn't very successful, to say the least, even as makoto hunches his shoulders to escape this attack]

Don't remind me, oi! I could be asleep right now, too, but instead I have to deal with a guy like you... it's really a shame.

[Rin pins one of Makoto's arms to the bed, content to let the other one stroke through his hair (as he usually is, being in fact a cat). the biting is left off, at Makoto's quiet giggling and smiling, because he really can't resist a kiss when Makoto makes a face like that. god, he's in way too deep]

Let's get this over with. There's kissing, singing, and petting to get to.

[an amused pause]

The kind of petting is up to you.

[makoto bursts a loud laugh at that, unable to resist how stupid the situation is. that, coupled with late-night drowsiness likely to set in at any moment, anything can be particularly funny.]

I already did the petting.

[but he stops, and opens his eyes to look up at rin. he continues brushing his hair back, soft and slow, to elicit a positive response at the impromptu massage. there's nothing for it, at this moment, and in this position. all makoto really wanted was to have rin by his side, despite all the teasing and playing about.]

Thanks for coming.

[makoto switches so easily, between playful and caring, it must be a little aggravating. he sits up, however, jostling rin off his position, and this time makoto encourages rin to lie with his back to the bed, annoying kisses to his forehead.]

Do you want a lullaby?

[the comments and gentle touch, as always, catch him off guard in a most delightful way; it's exhausting, to be Rin Matsuoka, frankly. truly, he spends such a huge amount of time privately wishing and hoping and longing for a kind of unbiased, unconditional love. it shouldn't be this easy to get, is what his experiences growing up have taught him; but here he is again, cheeks growing red and eyes growing shifty. a pout forms on his lips (though the corners of his mouth always twitch, in this circumstances, like any moment a smile will disrupt his put-upon face)]

[as he's jostled beneath his boyfriend, Rin's hands catch on the planes of Makoto's chest, taut for all the aloofness he's trying to portray (as if Makoto can't see through that kind of thing instantly, by now)]

-- You don't have to thank your boyfriend for coming over, that's stupid, of course I'll, always come, to you... [wait, that was way too vulnerable] A-and don't offer things that'll just embarrass you to do! What if I said yes, huh?

["aggravating" doesn't begin to cover what Rin feels about Makoto]

[and the annoying kisses to his forehead are dismissed, in favour of pulling Makoto into a few deep, truly happy-frustrated kisses]

Simple.

[makoto breathes out in between kisses, keeping a hand by the top of rin's hair and pushing hair back and around--in an endless loop of back-and-forths.]

--I'll -- sing you -- a lullaby.

[rin's biting makoto's lips, the usual sign that he's faux annoyed about something, and makoto can't help laughing into rin's mouth at that, finally pulling back and away.]

[the hair brushing continues]

Hush little baby-- [omfg, snorts] don't say a word... [okay, he can't go through singing this song to rin. makoto's face is red with trying to keep himself from laughing. it was cute with king! not so much with a real person.] Pff...

Edited 2015-10-05 05:50 (UTC)

I'm gonna leave!

[sputtered out incredulously, his face red as a tomato as Makoto devolves into laughter; it's so incredibly embarrassing, Makoto's sense of humour is embarrassing. he snags Makoto's hand from his hair, holding it to his chest instead, heart fluttering hard beneath the curve of the other's palm. he's an easy tell; even when Makoto's embarrassing the shit out of him, his chest is wild with love]

And you'll have to sing yourself to sleep!

[a completely ineffectual threat, considering how tangled up the two of them are -- and how unlikely it is for that to change. Rin's heart beats frantic and his eyes avert and his mouth complains, but there's no place he'd rather be than pinned beneath this stupid, silly boyfriend of his]

[makoto cracks a smile, managing to keep his laughter in--it's one of the fond ones, reserved for just rin (and the cats). with a twist of his wrist, makoto holds onto rin's hand, light and firm, because he honestly needs no more evidence that rin's heart beats crazy for him.]

Don't leave, please.

[he asks, pleads, softly, for all his loud laughing previously.]

You're messing with my heart, Rin.

[because perhaps rin needs to also realise that despite makoto's cool-and-collected exterior, his heart is also running wild; makoto leans down, bringing rin's hand to press against makoto's chest, and giving makoto--by position--enough of an opportunity to kiss the wry curves of frustration out of rin's lips. soft and light are the kisses makoto delivers.]

Close your eyes. [he instructs, because the point of rin coming over was that makoto would help him to sleep. rin averting his eyes like this was not helpful. makoto presses his forehead to rin's, in their usual way of showing support.] Let me make it up to you like I promised, for coming all the way here when I called.

[the pout on his lips is kissed away with patience and affection, and through he grumbles, he can't help but melt under the press of foreheads. not that Rin ever quite does what he's told -- eyes flicker up instead of closed, oddly intense, showing much more devotion than the huffing and twisting of a few seconds prior. his fingers curl on Makoto's chest, and if he wanes in short order, he waxes as quickly, the whole of himself given at a moment's notice]

[and so it is at length;]

Fine.

[begrudging, but a little hopeless, too -- he can't quite deny Makoto, in soft moments like these, no matter how ruffled his feathers. he closes his eyes, and his mouth almost instantly curves into a smile at the corners. it's harder and harder to hide anything from Makoto, least of all his feelings]

Make it up to me, already, Tachibana.

[(he's already been paid in full, really -- it's enough to be able to affect Makoto so deeply, to "mess with his heart")]

Edited 2015-11-08 11:36 (UTC)

[halfway atop the other, makoto smiles wider at rin giving in and closing his eyes. he's even cuter, makoto thinks, when he smiles like that. it's probably impressive if he stopped to think about it; how easy it is for them to feel comfortable and safe with one another at this point.]

[makoto, gently, starts brushing rin's hair back; hopefully a calming motion rather than an annoying one.]

[silence prevails for a while, makoto taking his time in staring at his boyfriend's face]

[times like this, quiet ones, makoto can appreciate not only the physical perks of having a boyfriend that looks after himself so much, but of a boyfriend that just exudes confidence and, therefore, handsomeness. it strikes makoto how lucky he is.]

Rin. [... maybe he fell asleep?] I love you.

[ah, the flush on rin's face shows that maybe he is not quite asleep. alright.]

I'm really glad I can say that I love you so openly. It's just three words, but I feel like my chest could burst if I couldn't say them...

[he smiles, stopping with brushing rin's hair]

Do you mind if I kissed you?

[??asking for permission??]

[if Rin was rosy-cheeked to begin with, now he's about as bright as the whole damn garden; his eyes scrunch up, cheeks puffing just a bit. he doesn't want to open his eyes, now -- it's already too much, hearing things like that. if he sees the visual of Makoto looking as loving as he sounds, he might just blow a fuse]

-- When would I say n-no!

[well, he has, but mostly because of swimming or school work swimming or bickering or swimming -- and that's less of a 'no' and more of a 'later,' honestly]

I love you too, ch... i-if you like saying it so much, you can say it whenever...

[it's not like he'd love hearing it, his overly huffy face says]

[unable to simply lay in calm and wait, Rin wraps his arms around Makoto tighter, drawing him close for that kiss]

In that case, ah--

[he ends his words with a laugh, stammered onto him by rin's arms wrapping around him, a tight hold makoto's grown very used to at this point. he laughs quietly, and tries to stop abruptly with his giggling, and keeps his balance with a hand pressed heavily onto the mattress, causing a dip to the side.]

For someone who seemed to want to get back to sleep, isn't your hold too strong...?

[it's flattering, in a way.]

[but makoto leans in, relents, kissing rin as promised. it's not about having the upperhand at all (it's never been about that); it's just that rin's always been warm and bright, not so much like the sun, but a star--nacreous, burning, leaving a dent in the darkest of skies no matter when was the last time he was around. it causes makoto a desire to want to hold on for all that he can, like this is all he can do, because rin's always on the move, ephemeral on the place where he stands now--heading off to other places with no fear nor demands other than his own.]

[he stalls in the kiss, a paused and soft one, between hums and shifts. makoto moves closer, back hunched as he sits over rin's thighs, as he wraps a hand around one of rin's wrists--holding on, a deliberate attempt to entwine their fingers together (a quiet indication that makoto won't be the one to let go, no matter the difficulties that may come).]

[sometimes makoto wonders if their 'i love you's are in any way meaningful, young as they are, stuck as they are. but it feels good. being with rin feels good. that much he knows that he knows, even if everything else were to become uncertain.]

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