high_seas | sudden onset shyness

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sudden onset shyness

Who: Akechi Mitsuhide [

wavesoakedlegs] and Chōsokabe Motochika [

behisstrength]
Where: Aboard the Koumyou.
When: April 1st.
What: The horror of Opposite Day strikes again.
Warnings: See above!
Style: Action.
Status: Closed, but we'll open it upon request.

[The illusion that this morning is like any other morning lasts only as long as sleep holds Motochika in its throes. Stirring from his dreams before Mitsuhide is the first sign that normalcy has been washed aside, though the thought does not occur to him -- he's too busy noticing their boldly intimate position. Blushing, he snatches back his arm draped over Mitsuhide and, overcome by shyness, buries his face against Mitsuhide's shoulder. He wills his heartbeat to calm down but Mitsuhide's loveliness tempts his gaze out of modest aversion, and his blush deepens.

Motochika curls the covers around himself and bites his lip.]

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[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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