high_seas | sudden onset shyness

[For Mitsuhide, this morning certainly seems very normal to begin with. His heart and mind are no different than usual and his body at least feels as it would do any other day; sure, it takes him a little while to stir, but they have had a rather trying time as of late and he's been overtired for several weeks now.]

[So the movement of Motochika at his side doesn't bother Mitsuhide or strike him as significant. It does serve to hasten his waking up, however, and after a few moments he yawns softly and raises a hand to his forehead.]

[Sooner or later, he'll realise that his hair is no longer pure black, instead being the complete opposite; an even shade of white that comes close to being silver!]

M' Lord? [He murmurs, voice still full of sleep.]

[With Mitsuhide awoken, a fresh wave of shyness rushes through Motochika. Just the thought of him and his beloved awake in their bed together is overwhelming, in the best of ways.]

Mitsuhide...

[He answers in a gentle murmur muffled by Mitsuhide's shoulder. He raises a hand to bashfully stroke his fingers over a lock of Mitsuhide's silvery-white hair.]

Your hair bathed in starlight overnight... the breaking dawn finds it transformed.

[His soft-spoken words are mildly puzzled, awed and definitely embarrassed to voice such an eccentic thought even though its phrasing is true to him. Yet strangest of all his deep voice lacks his underlying rebellion and force of conviction, his unabashed ease in himself.]

[Transformed?]

[Mitsuhide forces his eyes open and rubs them lightly. Something about what Motochika just said was concerning him, though he couldn't fathom why in his sleepy state. It wasn't the actual words, that much was for certain.

Mmm? Oh...

[Drawing a lock of his hair into his hand, once his vision is clear, Mitsuhide raises it up to look at it proper. Starlight? It's certainly a very different colour now, indicating that these seas are once again rebelling against its captives.]

Unexpected.

[He laughs, quiet and warm, and drops the lock.]

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[Motochika smiles at the sound of Mitsuhide's laughter, vast affection pooling in his chest and the beat of his pulse reverberating through his skin. He tentatively presses a kiss to Mitsuhide's shoulder and turns his head to look at Mitsuhide's exquisite face before, abashed, he lowers his gaze.]

Even the fan of your eyelashes is newly pale.

[The undercurrent of desire echoing in his quiet tone renews his blush. Mitsuhide's impact on him is so potent: just admiring Mitsuhide makes him feel flustered.]

[Mitsuhide shifts his head to look over at Motochika... and it's at this point that he realises that the concern he'd felt briefly only moments ago was rooted in the way Motochika was sounding. A reserved tone to match the bashful expression now written across the other man's face.]

[And that wasn't right. That wasn't Motochika. It wasn't Motochika ever.]

I guess the powers of Davy Jones once again affect us...

[There is obvious confusion in Mitsuhide's voice now. He's rapidly waking up in response to the growing feeling of discontent in his chest.]

My Lord, are you feeling alright? You seem a little, ah... different, this morning?

Mitsuhide?

[Motochika lifts his gaze at those words, his expression matching the now uncertain, worried tone of his voice.]

I feel fine.

[Clearly he doesn't realise just how cursed he is.]

[Oh.]

[Oh dear.]

[It's becoming rapidly obvious that it's not just Mitsuhide's hair that has been affected by the curse. Mitsuhide looks utterly bewildered at Motochika's expression and response; these too were wrong, as wrong as the previous bashfulness had been.]

That's... ah.

[He bites his lip briefly before attempting a smile for his cursed lover, trying as he does so prevent the rapidly rising panic from taking hold of himself. Just how badly has Motochika been affected, then?]

Maybe I am imagining things? Perhaps a dream lingers...

[He knows he is wide awake, knows this is really happening, but Mitushide has no desire to worry his lover while he is in this odd state.]

[Unconvinced, Motochika shyly stretches his arm back over Mitsuhide, wishing to give his lover a measure of comfort.]

Do not worry over me.

[He says quietly, tilting up his head.]

[Mitsuhide bows his head a fraction, and then smiles in a sad but deeply genuine way.]

My Lord, I have been worrying over you since we were but young boys. Perhaps as early as our very first meeting.

[And that's the truth of it. Even before the memories of Lord Motochika's suffering at Yamazaki were lodged firmly in his heart, Mitsuhide had worried and done so pretty much constantly. His lover was bold and confident, a force of nature, but that left him open in many ways to injury and danger as far as Mitsuhide was concerned.]

[This... this worries him for very different reasons, but it's still the same feeling Mitsuhide has always known.]

I don't think I shall ever be able to stop.

[Motochika slides his eyes shut, a feeling of having imposed welling within.]

Forgive me.

[He all but whispers.]

I never meant to cause you distress. I only...

[His words momentarily stall as his embarrassment rises again. Only magical intervention could make Motochika show any reserve in expressing himself.]

...ever wanted to stay at your side.

[If Mitsuhide had felt at a loss before, he feels doubly so now.]

I have only ever wanted you there. [He replies, as soft as he can manage.] This isn't something to apologise for, my Lord.

[This is not the kind of dynamic he's used to, and while Mitsuhide would never say he fully understands Motochika, he is right now realising just how deep his knowledge of the other man runs.]

[The young samurai simply doesn't know the best path to take while his lover is like this. There is no knowledge to draw from, no experience.]

Be, ah... be at ease.

[Motochika splays his fingers over Mitsuhide's heart and dares to press a gentle kiss upon Mitsuhide's cheek. ]

I am happy to hear it.

[After one last lingering look at Mitsuhide in lieu of a caress, Motochika then retreats, rolling away and sitting up at the edge of the bed they share. Hopefully Mitsuhide will understand why he takes the covers with him -- Mitsuhide wears more layers than him to bed, and today he feels modest of his lack, though he knows that his lover has seen him in less.]

[It's bizarre beyond words to see Motochika act so coyly about his body; after seeing him dress as he does consistently for years and everything they've done together? It just doesn't work.]

[Mitsuhide can barely acknowledge it as real. In a sense, he could still almost believe he really is dreaming.]

[All he can do now is respect Motochika's wishes and avert his gaze. Mitsuhide sits up himself and steps out of the bed on his side, moving over to where a small mirror sits atop a desk. Taking a seat on the stool before it, Mitsuhide opens a drawer, pulls out a beautiful, ornate comb, and starts to tend to his hair. It's always been an actvivity that helps him to focus.]

I wonder if the rest of the crew have been been affected as... as I have. [He murmurs, as he examines his reflection.]

Shall we see for ourselves?

[Ordinarily he would say so in invitation, a declaration of his intent -- today, however, it is actually a question, asked with a measure of uncertainty as Motochika moves to dress. He bypasses his normal clothes and instead settles on an outfit that actually covers him up, remnants from when the worst of winter forced him to dress in respectable layers.]

[Those winter clothes were ones Mitsuhide had, on occasion, had to argue with the other man about him wearing. Now Motochika is making a beeline for them, like his usual wear was put of the question.]

[Every little 'out of character' moment gives Mitsuhide pause. He can't help but notice each one, and compare it to the Motochika he had fallen asleep next to the previous night.]

Shortly, yes. They may not be awake yet.

[Mitsuhide makes sure to keep his gaze fixed on his mirror as he combs through his fringe.]

Our young charges are not always as routine as a samurai, when it comes to rising from their beds, and those on watch would have already brought it to our attention if they were concerned.

[Most curses have lasted beyond a single day, so Mitsuhide does not expect to wake up with everything returned to normal.]

[This is why he wakes up with the same apprehension as he'd carried when he'd fallen asleep the previous night. His chest is heavy and his head hurts a little; Katze and Motochika together have given Mitsuhide so much cause to worry and he feels that today will be just as challenging as the previous.]

[These feelings last only as long as it takes him to open his eyes, however, because the locks of hair within his sight are all very much black again.]

[Mitsuhide inhales sharply, a sudden rush of powerful hope flooding his system (despite the part of him that tries to warn that one person being uncursed does not necessarily mean all are). He can't help it. The longing for the man he loves to be himself again is too much, and so, driven to almost full wakefulness by its strength, he sits up and glances to the side where Motochika sleeps. There is a gap between them right now, no doubt caused by Mitsuhide's usual defensive sleeping and Motochika's cursed shyness doing its work, but it doesn't stay there for long.]

[Mitsuhide shifts to lean over the other man, bracing one arm on the sheet to Motochika's far side and using his free hand to touch his lover's face.]

Lord Motochika? [He says, soft and hopeful and longing in a very obvious way.] I'm sorry to wake you up, but... we need to talk.

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[It takes a moment for Motochika to wake; he does so with a sigh, fighting to open his heavy eyelids.]

Mitsuhide...?

[He murmurs sleepily. He smiles as he rouses enough to take in Mitsuhide's position: finding his lover braced above him is a magnificent way to wake up. It quickly becomes clear that the curse has worn off when Motochika raises his hands to grip Mitsuhide's waist.]

Good morning.

[He drawls, pleased. Warmth pools in his gaze.]

[Everything about that reaction is all the confirmation that Mitsuhide needs; the curse is over, at least for now. The relief surges through him in an instant, overwhelming and obvious in his expression.]

You are yourself again...

[He laughs quietly, and leans in to embrace Motochika in full, shifting so he can press his forehead against the other man's shoulder. Motochika may feel a touch of wetness against his skin, but that's not the result of sadness. Mitsuhide is emotional enough that the rare tears cannot help but fall.]

You cannot understand how fully I am glad of that. For all you frustrate me at times, I only ever want Motochika to be Motochika.

[Motochika encircles Mitsuhide's waist properly with one arm, and strokes his other hand up along Mitsuhide's back. The force of Mitsuhide's feelings takes him a little by surprise, mostly because he has only just woken up. He knows well that Mitsuhide is man of emotion who feels everything deeply.]

Have no fear, my love. [He soothes.] I cannot be restrained for long.

[He leans his cheek against the crown of Mitsuhide's head.]

I have returned to you.

[This is right. This is Motochika. That tone, the strength of the embrace, the unrestrained show of affection... everything is right again.]

Not for the first time.

[It's incredibly rare for Mitsuhide to sound this happy, and no doubt part of it is simply a venting of everything he's been feeling coming out in this positive situation. But that doesn't negate the genuine, powerful nature of the moment.]

[And so he smiles against Motochika's skin.]

I love you... there will never be another.

[No matter what happens.]

[They are words that Motochika shall treasure above all others; nothing is more precious to him than knowing that he is incomparable in Mitsuhide's heart. The vast depth of his love for Mitsuhide is just as matchless.]

Nor for me.

[He declares, expressing the true strength of his feelings without fear or restraint.]

Do you feel it, Mitsuhide? We are bound at the soul.

Yes.

[There is a thread of shyness in Mitsuhide's tone now, though it does not hold him back. This is an important moment for him, precious and reassuring, and it's a time to be fully honest.]

How could I fail to?

[He remains in place for a minute or two more before propping himself up again, giving him room to raise his head and actually meet Motochika's gaze. There is one long pause before he says, with a touch of humour in his voice:]

I apologise for waking you with something so intense, Motochika.

[Motochika basks in those few minutes, music forming in his mind. When Mitsuhide shifts position, Motochika's smile widens at the lack of honorific as he holds Mitsuhide's gaze.]

Do not apologise. Intensity is good.

[Mitsuhide shakes his head a little, though it's a fond gesture done with a smile. Motochika is predictable in some very specific ways.]

It should be no surprise that you think so.

[None at all. Motochika has never done anything half-heartedly, after all; that same approach will no doubt be applied to the kiss that Mitsuhide now initiates. It's an immediately open-mouthed one, with no slow build-up. He's rushing, though not because he has to.]

[It's because Mitsuhide wants to.]

[It's a surprise, but most definitely a welcome one as evidenced by the passion with which Motochika responds. He parts his lips with a low groan as a rush of fierce desire floods his veins; he pours the intensity of his feelings into their kiss. His fingers curl into the fabric of Mitsuhide's nightwear to pull Mitsuhide closer.]

[Nightwear. A good point. As Motochika pulls, Mitsuhide notes that his lover is clad far more than he usually is in bed. This will mean a slightly longer delay before they can get to the main event, this time.]

[Usually it's only Mitsuhide's clothing that causes a delay.]

[Moaning softly into their kiss, he lingers as long as possible before the need to breathe bids him to pull back. It takes a few minutes before the young samurai gathers air and composure enough to say what needs to be said.]

Motochika...

[Mitsuhide looks especially shy, and it soon becomes obvious why.]

I would very much like to adore you with my mouth, but you will need to sit up and strip first.

[Mitsuhide's shyness constrasts his bold words beautifully. An immense wave of potent desire crashes through Motochika; the force of his arousal resounds in his heated gaze and the low pitch of his deep, rich voice. The curve of his mouth is anticipatory.]

How could I refuse?

[He is more than happy to comply with his lover's yearning. Releasing Mitsuhide, Motochika shifts into a sitting position and brings his hands to his waist to eagerly untie his obi with deft fingers.]

[Mitsuhide had been quite sure that his request would be quickly embraced, and is not disappointed. He shifts to accommodate Motochika's sitting position and waits until the other man has loosened the obi enough before leaning in.]

[This is his Motochika. Every part of him, as it should be.]

I daresay you would never turn down such an offer.

[Smiling softly, Mitsuhide runs a finger down the small stretch of exposed skin before leaning forward to press a light kiss against it, right at the centre of Motochika's chest.]

[That does slow Motochika down a little, as he takes the time to appreciate Mitsuhide's caresses; sighing his enjoyment, his eyes focus on his lover. He lets the obi slip free of his hands once it is undone and pulls open the underkimono he wears, giving Mitsuhide access to more of his skin.]

You are right. [He drawls happily.] I will deny you nothing.

[Mitsuhide glances up and offers Motochika a look of fond amusement, moving his hands to slide that underkimono away from his lover's arms and back in full. The younger of the two men might be rather naive, but he was not quite naive enough to consider that statement a selfless one.]

And will rarely deny yourself, either?

[Letting the bedclothes fall onto the sheets, Mitsuhide slides his hands upwards along Motochika's arms and then across his shoulders. They come to a still when one finger brushes against a certain scar.]

[It's the one Mitsuhide left, when transformed by the curse.]

[He still feels guilt over that, but right now it serves a lure. That scar is sensitive, and so Mitsuhide leans in, closes his eyes and places a lingering, sucking kiss upon it to begin this proper.]

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[Motochika laughs shamelessly in response to Mitsuhide's comment, before his breathing hitches when Mitsuhide's finger brushes his scar. A delightful shiver runs through him.

That sensation cannot compare to the delight that follows, however, when Mitsuhide places a sucking kiss there. Motochika slams his eyes shut and tilts back his head; he parts his lips and moans.]

Do you remember the taste of my longing for you?

[Mitsuhide doesn't respond immediately, at least not with words, though his kiss becomes a little more intense. Enough that it's clear it will leave a light mark afterwards.]

[Motochika is a very tactile man, and a somewhat possessive one too. Things like this please him, though Mitsuhide cannot deny that he gets something of a thrill to do it too. A temporary mark atop a permanent one... and both welcomed.]

Of course. [He murmurs softly, when he pulls his head back a fraction.] How could I forget?

[Shifting one hand, Mitsuhide slips it between them and lightly presses his palm against the fundoshi his lover is wearing. Usually these would be all he wore to bed!]

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[Being marked by Mitsuhide feels magnificent; Motochika loves to wear the evidence of their connection upon his skin. Hard beneath Mitsuhide's palm, he groans at the press of Mitsuhide's hand and lifts his hips into his lover's touch, aching for more.]

Imagine... how much stronger the desire coursing through my veins is now... with memories of our intimacy vivid in my mind.

[It would be best to resist the urge to give in to Motochika's silent request... or, rather resist the urge to give in too energetically. Mitsuhide really does want to put his mouth to good right now, that urge standing strong above all others.]

[So he rubs his palm slowly against the fabric beneath his hand in a light tease, which serves as a rather nice compromise.]

Hopefully I can satisfy these deep desires, then.

[Leaning back in, Mitsuhide places a softer, brief kiss on the mark he has left before dragging his tongue down on a gradually descending path. This skin, this muscle and the warmth they give are all very familiar to him now, but no less precious for it.]

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[As soft waves of pleasure flow through him, deepening his longing and intensifying his aching desire, Motochika drops his chin and opens his eyes again. He hums his enjoyment as he watches Mitsuhide with an intense gaze. His pulse picks up as his lover's exquisite mouth trails lower down his body; no doubt Mitsuhide can feel the change in the rise and fall of his chest too as his breathing deepens.

He lifts his hands to thread his fingers into the silken mass of Mitsuhide's hair.

There's no question that Motochika is looking forward to this; it's clear in every line of his body and every note of his voice.]

I do not doubt it.

[Mitsuhide does not reply this time. He does hum softly at the back of his throat, however, and sweep his tongue down to press it against a nipple. A moment, and then his mouth is against it too.]

[The other cannot be neglected, and so Mitsuhide stops rubbing against the fundoshi and uses that hand to stroke against the untended nipple with one finger instead.]

[It's another tease, of a sort, and that fact obvious when he laughs quietly. This is a little new for him, this boldness, but it's as enjoyable as it is embarassing. Definitely going to be worth it.]

[Motochika sighs at the twin sensations and curls his fingers deeper into Mitsuhide's hair. His lover's enticing laughter only leaves him more restless.]

You intend to take your time with me, do you?

[He drawls with affection.]

Excellent.

[Phrased like that, Motochika is almost making a challenge. A somewhat tempting challenge at that, which surprises Mitsuhide if he's honest with himself. A tease is one thing, but that... well. Maybe they can try and test Motochika's patience next time?]

[Because the temptation of this new idea growing in Mitsuhide's head is not strong enough yet to eclipse his need to take Motochika into his mouth.]

[For now he looks up at Motochika for all of a moment, something of a sparkle in his eye, before drawing back both mouth and hand from the nipples. He shifts back a bit so he can go lower, but does not touch any tempting skin, instead curling his fingers into Motochika's fundoshi.]

I need a little help with this part... [He murmurs.]

[That brief meeting of their eyes makes fresh heat throb within Motochika. He wordlessly protests the loss of contact before Mitsuhide's intentions are made clear, at which point he raises his hips to give Mitsuhide the room to pull his fundoshi down his hips and thighs.]

There.

[Mitsuhide pulls them down in one swift motion; he could have easily done it slowly as one final tease, but he's quite eager to get back to touching skin rather than cloth. With the obstacle out of the way he curls his fingers around the now unveiled and tempting length before him and strokes every so lightly.]

Better.

[He says appreciatively, before leaning in and running his tongue along the crease of Motochika's thigh. Yes, this is very good indeed.]

[Motochika groans, flexing his fingers impatiently. The insistent ache of his desire is difficult to ignore; only Mitsuhide's mouth at the crease of his thigh prevents him from rocking into Mitsuhide's touch. His lover is so close to where Motochika wants -- needs -- him.]

Much better.

[The tension in his body and voice is of the good sort: that breathless moment before plummeting into the deep waters of intense pleasure. He knows how talented Mitsuhide's mouth is, and that only heightens his anticipation.]

[Mitsuhide only draws his hand away from the length he grasps when his tongue reaches its base. There really is not a single thought of teasing left in him now, and so the young samurai glances up at Motochika for one more brief moment and says, in a very heated manner:]

Pleasee hold my fringe back.

[He doesn't wait for any response, instead settling returning his mouth to the base of Motochika's erection and kissing it softly before dragging his tongue towards the tip.]

[Motochika groans in pleasure, arching his spine; his hands move to stroke his palms over Mitsuhide's cheekbones and up his lover's temple before he sweeps up Mitsuhide's fringe out of the way.

With Mitsuhide's fringe held back, Motochika's view is unobscured: he revels in the intimate sight, keeping his eyes open through sheer willpower. His erection strains beneath Mitsuhide's tongue.]

Exquisite.

[He breathes reverently.]

[Mitsuhide hears that word, noting it on one level before forgetting it for the moment. On his part there is no more time for words; left to Mitsuhide is action alone, and right now he revels in it.]

[When his tongue reaches the tip of Motochika's erection, Mitsuhide immediately parts his lips wide and and slides the head into his mouth.]

[It's tempting to immediately engulf all of it, but Mitsuhide knows himself better than that; he does not possess Motochika's frankly astounding level of natural skill with blowjobs. Better to do this in the way he knows he can best give pleasure, and so, to begin with, he closes his eyes and sucks lightly. Step-by-step, a build-up to the climax.]

[Motochika moans huskily, curling his fingers against Mitsuhide's scalp as a powerful tide of blissful sensation washes through him. Wonderful heat pools within him, gently strengthening with every light suck. Knowing that he won't be able to keep his eyes open much longer, he drinks in the erotic vision Mitsuhide makes with adoring, smouldering eyes: his lover's lips encircle his erection so perfectly, and Mitsuhide's expression is divinely beautiful, brimming with love.

He feels like the luckiest man alive.

Perhaps he is, because he knows Mitsuhide intends to give him much more.]

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