but you know what? mineo will actually accept this for a second, before he lets his other hand come up to also encircle takeru's other wrist, then attempting to twist them around so he can press takeru against the nearest surface, bowing their heads close to together
and then:]
Not this time.
[well. it's more like. "not yet" to be honest. which i hate? it's saturday. but ANYWAY apparently it's serious enough he's not letting himself get distracted quite so easily and immediately.]
.... I think this is going to be one answer I'm not going to let you get away with leaving a mystery. Sorry.
even for all that takeru works, and all that he tries to reach out for what he wants, is he still waiting for things to fail? mineo supposes he can't be surprised - not when someone who already accepted a deal from adonis suddenly found himself reaching for a different deal once it was offered. but to think that even now, there are contingency plans, there are other options being kept open.
again, mineo is reminded of how narrow his worldview can be.]
.... do we have any choice, but to make sure that things end well?
[but oh, what is he if not painfully stubborn?]
We can decide what to do after this. What we're supposed to do, what we'll have left to take care of, once we're home. If you'll hate me for chasing you forever, or if you get to be happy.
[ . . . . ]
But I know that I want to go home with you. This you. [what a strange idea it is to him now, to interact with a takeru who does not know him.] More than anything else, that's what I want.
If I can want that, why can't you? If you still think things are up in the air - then let me catch them.
[we need a backup plan - you'll be mine, and i'll be yours.]
but, after listening to mineo vent about certain things, takeru has kind of decided to not be the one to approach something specific first. and if it doesn't come up at all, then that's also fine, since it means he can continue to hide something else that he hasn't wanted to share.
it's frustrating, how pulled in different directions you can be. he's probably going to snap soon. ]
I don't think anyone else can catch them but you.
[ it's an honest admittance.
because a part of him does like knowing that there's someone there to try to hold him back if he steps out too far. it's inconvenient, and if it comes down to it, he'd try to break out of that grasp as aggressively as he can-- but it's still nice. nice knowing that if he looks back, there's a hand reached out to him, regardless if he wants to take it or not. ]
[ . . . . he hesitates, and he wonders if they're getting too close to something they're not meant to touch. there is no conscious thought that tells him this, only the bundle of nerves in his stomach, and the way he feels pleased to know that maybe - it has to be him. it has to be these versions of themselves, who otherwise never would have met, to be able to make things right.
(wouldn't that be something? to be able to get something right.)
he leans down to kiss takeru as requested - first, on the forehead. then, on the high arch of his cheek. his jawline. the corner of his mouth. tentative, uncertain, more sincere than they have any right to be. like he still fears getting hit for it, but has decided the risk is worth it.
a pause.
slowly, he lets go of one of takeru's wrists and shifts his hand upward, only so that he can slide their palms against each other. he slots their fingers together, interlacing them even as he speaks softly, with his mouth so close to takeru's he can likely feel every word more than hear them.]
Let me catch you already.
[frustrated, so nearly pleading, but with an undercurrent of determination that can't be shaken. like an officer catching a criminal. like a runner chasing a goal. like someone who has decided that they will cross the world to save someone and they will always, always be worth it.
. . .
but it feels like they've said what they needed today, and so this time he's the one who provides takeru the escape when he slots their lips together, both bittersweet and wanting.]
[ very funny, how someone who's known for being reckless and roughhousing can be so very gentle. funny, how every small kiss can feel a little like electricity surging from every point of contact. like he knows there's a a deeper meaning to it that they can't quite say out loud yet, for different and maybe similar reasons.
but that's fine. it's fine, as long as takeru can hold onto him now when he wants him.
so he kisses him back, with both force but also a sense of gentleness that doesn't really match up with how he grips onto mineo's hand. ]
I've been told I'm difficult to deal with.
[ his tone is amused, a tiny bit mocking, but he just kisses mineo even harder after he says it. maybe to prove his point. maybe to mean something else. ]
so he'll consider it a win - especially with the way that he can't keep himself from smiling against takeru's mouth, the corners of his mouth turning upward even as he kisses him back. the laugh that escapes him as soon as he pulls back for even a second.]
Oh yeah. [without hesitation] You're the worst.
[that doesn't stop mineo from kissing him again, and again.
(it occurs to him, distantly, they probably don't need to indulge anymore for the week. he will have to unpack that later.)]
which is strange on its own, and it'll never stop being strange to sit on the knowledge that something happened here based on very specific circumstances revolving around different realities. if maybe one thing had been different, then...
[it's - odd. because they're still arguing. they're probably always going to argue. that's written into the dna of their relationship, from the moment they met. there is something combative and aggressive in the way that they interact with each other.
he just never thought the arguments would persist even as he lets himself be pulled closer, leaving no room between him and takeru as he presses him against the glass wall of the observing room, kissing him more intently.
[ unfortunately, it does get him to shut up. for a moment.
he also tries to tug his wrist out of mineo's grasp, but he keeps the one with their fingers interlocked in place. but it seems like takeru wants use of it at least of them? ]
he actually wars with this for like. a good minute. weighing pros and cons, trying to tap into the part of his brain that hasn't rotted away from emotional intensity and kisses. takeru has a point, not to mention the fact that someone would have to make it all the way through the research room before they get anywhere near. but he's embarrassed? of course he is. no doubt he is. his entire face turns red and there's a chance he might just overheat.
but he'll answer with just. making an aggravated noise and letting his mouth crash against takeru's again, biting at his lip a bit severely. their intertwined fingers get a pretty tight squeeze.
[horrible. terrible. i still can't believe this is happening, but it is. mineo also can't really believe it's happening - but he goes with the suggestion, one hand in takeru's hair, the other pressed against his own mouth to try to muffle any noises because this is still unreasonably embarrassing. does mineo bite his own hand? probably.
but he won't break eye contact if takeru doesn't, even if it makes his heart hammer harder in his chest.
when it's done, he honest to god nearly falls over, but he doesn't. he just tries to pull takeru up closer to him again for kisses - which is about as much as he can manage when words are failing him]
but he'll easily let himself be pulled, kissing mineo eagerly and hungrily. takeru is never going to get tired of this? he should probably get tired of this. ]
[literally the worst person in the world. he accepts the kisses easily enough and he just makes a noise in the back of his throat that's closer to an irritated growl at being poked at again -
anyway just to end this thread]
Let's just go to a room already.
[he wants to return the favor but does not have the nerve to do it in public rip]
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what i hate is that he's now just going to press himself against mineo. ]
I can make it up to you?
[ takeru that wasn't an invitation ]
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but you know what? mineo will actually accept this for a second, before he lets his other hand come up to also encircle takeru's other wrist, then attempting to twist them around so he can press takeru against the nearest surface, bowing their heads close to together
and then:]
Not this time.
[well. it's more like. "not yet" to be honest. which i hate? it's saturday. but ANYWAY apparently it's serious enough he's not letting himself get distracted quite so easily and immediately.]
.... I think this is going to be one answer I'm not going to let you get away with leaving a mystery. Sorry.
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I don't fully believe things will end well.
[ that shouldn't be too much of a surprise. he has too many backup plans for someone who would think all of his problems will be solved here. ]
I won't see anyone here again after this. But you? What am I supposed to do with you?
[ takeru can't explain how much mineo's plan about changing his wish blindsided him. ]
It's shitty of you to make me want you when everything is so up in the air.
[ he keeps 'want' vague. it's a word that doesn't really have to be romantic. honestly, takeru's want is a mixture of so many different things. ]
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even for all that takeru works, and all that he tries to reach out for what he wants, is he still waiting for things to fail? mineo supposes he can't be surprised - not when someone who already accepted a deal from adonis suddenly found himself reaching for a different deal once it was offered. but to think that even now, there are contingency plans, there are other options being kept open.
again, mineo is reminded of how narrow his worldview can be.]
.... do we have any choice, but to make sure that things end well?
[but oh, what is he if not painfully stubborn?]
We can decide what to do after this. What we're supposed to do, what we'll have left to take care of, once we're home. If you'll hate me for chasing you forever, or if you get to be happy.
[ . . . . ]
But I know that I want to go home with you. This you. [what a strange idea it is to him now, to interact with a takeru who does not know him.] More than anything else, that's what I want.
If I can want that, why can't you? If you still think things are up in the air - then let me catch them.
[we need a backup plan - you'll be mine, and i'll be yours.]
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but, after listening to mineo vent about certain things, takeru has kind of decided to not be the one to approach something specific first. and if it doesn't come up at all, then that's also fine, since it means he can continue to hide something else that he hasn't wanted to share.
it's frustrating, how pulled in different directions you can be. he's probably going to snap soon. ]
I don't think anyone else can catch them but you.
[ it's an honest admittance.
because a part of him does like knowing that there's someone there to try to hold him back if he steps out too far. it's inconvenient, and if it comes down to it, he'd try to break out of that grasp as aggressively as he can-- but it's still nice. nice knowing that if he looks back, there's a hand reached out to him, regardless if he wants to take it or not. ]
You can kiss me now.
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(wouldn't that be something? to be able to get something right.)
he leans down to kiss takeru as requested - first, on the forehead. then, on the high arch of his cheek. his jawline. the corner of his mouth. tentative, uncertain, more sincere than they have any right to be. like he still fears getting hit for it, but has decided the risk is worth it.
a pause.
slowly, he lets go of one of takeru's wrists and shifts his hand upward, only so that he can slide their palms against each other. he slots their fingers together, interlacing them even as he speaks softly, with his mouth so close to takeru's he can likely feel every word more than hear them.]
Let me catch you already.
[frustrated, so nearly pleading, but with an undercurrent of determination that can't be shaken. like an officer catching a criminal. like a runner chasing a goal. like someone who has decided that they will cross the world to save someone and they will always, always be worth it.
. . .
but it feels like they've said what they needed today, and so this time he's the one who provides takeru the escape when he slots their lips together, both bittersweet and wanting.]
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but that's fine. it's fine, as long as takeru can hold onto him now when he wants him.
so he kisses him back, with both force but also a sense of gentleness that doesn't really match up with how he grips onto mineo's hand. ]
I've been told I'm difficult to deal with.
[ his tone is amused, a tiny bit mocking, but he just kisses mineo even harder after he says it. maybe to prove his point. maybe to mean something else. ]
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so he'll consider it a win - especially with the way that he can't keep himself from smiling against takeru's mouth, the corners of his mouth turning upward even as he kisses him back. the laugh that escapes him as soon as he pulls back for even a second.]
Oh yeah. [without hesitation] You're the worst.
[that doesn't stop mineo from kissing him again, and again.
(it occurs to him, distantly, they probably don't need to indulge anymore for the week. he will have to unpack that later.)]
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[ everything is evidence to the contrary.
which is strange on its own, and it'll never stop being strange to sit on the knowledge that something happened here based on very specific circumstances revolving around different realities. if maybe one thing had been different, then...
well.
no point in thinking about that.
so instead he just pulls mineo closer. ]
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[it's - odd. because they're still arguing. they're probably always going to argue. that's written into the dna of their relationship, from the moment they met. there is something combative and aggressive in the way that they interact with each other.
he just never thought the arguments would persist even as he lets himself be pulled closer, leaving no room between him and takeru as he presses him against the glass wall of the observing room, kissing him more intently.
kind of to shut him up?
but it's fine.]
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he also tries to tug his wrist out of mineo's grasp, but he keeps the one with their fingers interlocked in place. but it seems like takeru wants use of it at least of them? ]
Let go. I need this.
[ for something. ]
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but he does ultimately let go of takeru's wrist.]
.... okay.
[that was such a pause.]
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no he's just sticking his hand down mineo's pants. ]
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AND BURYING HIS FACE IN HIS SHOULDER]
Why do you keep trying this in public spaces?!
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[ he will give mineo the common room but this place does not get nearly as much traffic. ]
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he actually wars with this for like. a good minute. weighing pros and cons, trying to tap into the part of his brain that hasn't rotted away from emotional intensity and kisses. takeru has a point, not to mention the fact that someone would have to make it all the way through the research room before they get anywhere near. but he's embarrassed? of course he is. no doubt he is. his entire face turns red and there's a chance he might just overheat.
but he'll answer with just. making an aggravated noise and letting his mouth crash against takeru's again, biting at his lip a bit severely. their intertwined fingers get a pretty tight squeeze.
he lets go of his hand though. hate it here.]
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but he'll move to actually properly unzip mineo's pants so he's not just shoving his hand down a tight space. there's a pause. ]
Hand or mouth?
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Please stop asking me questions.
[HE'S ALREADY DOING THIS OUTSIDE A BEDROOM TAKERU, HE CAN'T BE EXPECTED TO MAKE ADDITIONAL DECISIONS]
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Grab onto my hair. You can pull.
[ he really won't hesitate, but he'll also look up at mineo the whole time to try to keep eye contact through it all. ]
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but he won't break eye contact if takeru doesn't, even if it makes his heart hammer harder in his chest.
when it's done, he honest to god nearly falls over, but he doesn't. he just tries to pull takeru up closer to him again for kisses - which is about as much as he can manage when words are failing him]
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but he'll easily let himself be pulled, kissing mineo eagerly and hungrily. takeru is never going to get tired of this? he should probably get tired of this. ]
Was that good?
[ stop trying to make mineo talk ]
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anyway just to end this thread]
Let's just go to a room already.
[he wants to return the favor but does not have the nerve to do it in public rip]
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