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[peresekat]

Well, that's a hell of a way to start a new job.

Looking after idols was supposed to be a step down on the difficulty scale. They're not supposed to have enemies or risky connections, especially not relatively new ones like this. The only real obstacle is supposed to be personality quirks and the one Akihiro had been assigned to seemed pretty easy to manage. At least he hadn't ended up shadowing the loud blond one or the sickly redhead. Both of them seem like a pain for very different reasons.

But somehow this guy already has a stalker, the sort of stalker that corners him when he's supposedly alone with a roll of duct tape in her bag, a pair of scissors slipped up her sleeve, and fuse that's already lit and burning down fast. The scuffle had only taken a few seconds to resolve but it had clearly left quite the impact on his charge. That's the only reason he can figure that the two of them are all the way out in Hinohara now, laying low in some rental house or another until Mitsuki feels up for heading back.

Well, Akihiro won't complain. It's basically a vacation for him, too, considering that watching after someone in tiny little village is much easier than doing the same thing in Shinjuku or Shibuya or anywhere else idols tend to preform. It's quiet and he has booze and the guy he's watching is easy enough to get along with. He's set to have a pretty good week, and that means it's hard for him to maintain any veneer of professionalism. So when they're settled in after dinner and the sun is most of the way below the horizon, it only feels natural to offer Mitsuki a cocktail with a casual, "Here."

... Wait, is this kid old enough to drink? Well... whatever.

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[peresekat]

That's a pretty fair question, Akihiro supposes, but it makes him grin all the same.

"Ah, that one?" he reaches up to rest his hand over Mitsuki's. That one... "Yup. Exposed nail when I was checking out theater before a show." Very dramatic, right? "And this one..." He shifts Mitsuki's hand up his arm until his hand covers a scar that looks both older and more jagged. "... is from when one of my shower tiles fell on me." Of course, some of his scars do have scarier origins, but he's pretty sure dwelling on them will kill the mood in the heartbeat. Best to move on, right?

And he sees plenty of more interesting things than his scars anyway. He leans down and in to press more kisses to Mitsuki throat and collarbones.

"What about you? Any dramatic battle scars to show off?"

[otokogi]

Mitsuki's kind of surprised to see Akihiro smiling, but it makes more sense when he explains what happened. He looks away from Akihiro's face to follow where his hand is going, brushing his thumb over the older scar as he explains that one. It makes him laugh a little. He expected something so dramatic, maybe knives or bullets or kicked down doors, and it's so wonderfully normal.

He leaves his hand on Akihiro's arm and starts to lift the other when he asks about battle scars. That earns another laugh, then he holds his forearm up near his face. A few small dots of scarring are visible near his wrist.

"I lost a fight with a deep fryer making homemade doughnuts once. Worth it, though, they were delicious!" It's hardly prime dirty talk but Mitsuki figures (or hopes) there'll be a chance to make that up later. Right now he's having fun, soaking up Akihiro's attention and starting to relax more. After a moment he settles his other hand on the back of Akihiro's neck and begins to play with his hair again. He seemed to enjoy that earlier and it's important to Mitsuki to prove he's paying attention to what Akihiro likes, too.

[peresekat]

Hah, see? This is exactly the sort of thing Akihiro was hoping for. Mitsuki relaxing just makes him feel relaxed, though the hand on the back of his neck certainly helps. He gives Mitsuki another lazy grin as he explains the source of his scars, reaching out to curl his fingers around Mitsuki's wrist.

"Scary," he murmurs, plainly teasing, even as he tugs Mitsuki's hand closer and presses kisses to the inside of his wrist. He keeps his motions slow and measured, not quite languid or lazy, but certainly deliberate and sensual. He's starting to grow... not exactly impatient or dissatisfied, but not content with just their easygoing chatter.

[otokogi]

Akihiro makes it easy to relax. Mitsuki may never have done this before but Akihiro's not applying any pressure. It's easy, even kind of playful. Mitsuki can get behind that kind of mood one hundred percent.

He laughs when Akihiro kisses his wrist then turns his hand in his grip to put it on the side of Akihiro's face. Admiring Akihiro hasn't gotten old in the least but they had some momentum when they came in here. He'd like to get that back and the conversation seems to have subsided, leaving room for other options. Mitsuki lifts up a little to kiss him again, his smile relaxing.

[peresekat]

'Momentum' is a good work for what they had, and a good work for what Akihiro wants to get back. He meets the kiss right away, movements a little more heating than before thought not quite rough. He nudges at Mitsuki, trying to coax him a little further onto the bed so that he can climb on after him, but regardless of his success he leans in, aiming to push Mitsuki down against the bed spread without breaking the kiss.

His hands stay busy, moving from his wrists to his shoulders, then down his chest and over his stomach. It's at the last step that he curls his fingers and presses down, letting his nails catch at Mitsuki's skin. It's not much of a scratch, only enough to leave the faintest of white lines behind, but it's meant to be curious and experimental. Just because Akihiro can't leave hickeys on his throat doesn't mean he's not interested in leaving other marks in less immediately visible places.

[otokogi]

Mitsuki's nothing if not open to suggestions so when he feels Akihiro encouraging him to move further onto the bed, he moves immediately, scooting up toward the pillows until Akihiro pushes him down. As soon as his hands are free, Mitsuki loops his arms around Akihiro's neck, ensuring that even if they have to move further, he's not about to stop kissing him.

Akihiro's hands are warm and rough and Mitsuki lifts a little into the touch moving down his torso. The scratch gets a more interested reaction, though, with his stomach tensing slightly under Akihiro's nails. He hums into the kiss, too, curious and what he hopes is encouraging. It wasn't a bad feeling and he wants to see just where Akihiro's going with this.

[peresekat]

It's not much encouragement, but it's still more than enough. Akihiro slides his hands up behind Mitsuki this time, this time dragging his nails down his back. The motion is slower and harder this time, and it seems to take a bit of focus: Akihirio's so distracted 'watching' for Mitsuki's reaction that his kiss goes slow and languid again.

His fingers reach the hem of Mitsuki's pants after a moment, and then Akihiro switches gears. He hooks his fingers under the fabric and then slides his hands around to the front again. He pops the button on Mitsuki's jeans open with his thumb (and briefly feels probably too pleased with himself for managing it) but he simply rubs his other thumb over the zipper for a moment instead of tugging it open right away. Once again, he's waiting for Mitsuki's reaction, though he's already pretty sure he knows what it'll be.

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[otokogi]

There's a part of Mitsuki that, even still a bit buzzed, is worried about seeming too eager. That's for kids, gasping and blushing their way through ten minutes of fun then wondering what to do for the rest of the night, and he wants very much to seem more mature than that. (He wants to be more mature than that but he'll settle for seeming.)

It's difficult, though, when letting Akihiro at his back means arching up against him and the combination of contact, sensuality in the kiss, and just a little bit of pain turns his hum into a whine. It's embarrassing enough that Mitsuki feels his face get red, and that's embarrassing enough to make it spread down his neck. It's a domino effect of him revealing way more than he means to.

It doesn't go any better when Akihiro goes for his pants, either. Mitsuki's fingers tense up against Akihiro's scalp and on his shoulder, and he breaks the kiss for a deep breath that's not quite quick enough to be a gasp. The breath lets him relax, though, hands smoothing back out as he lets the air out more slowly before speaking. "It's fine." As if nothing else happening hadn't already more than conveyed that.

it's cool, it happens!

[peresekat]

Akihiro doesn't pause except to admire the view when Mitsuki whines and blushes - he's had plenty of vocal, easily embarrassed partners and he doesn't find the reaction strange - but he does when Mitsuki tenses and gasps. He freezes for half a heartbeat and only kind of unwinds when Mitsuki relaxes his grip, but the insistence that he's fine is taken at face value. If he says it and otherwise acts it, Akihiro will believe it. (Maybe, selfishly, because that's what he wants to believe.)

Still, even though Akihiro doesn't slow down, he does elect to come at the issue a little bit sideways. He leaves his hands at Maitsuki's waist so that he can drag open the zipper slide his hand between the layers of fabric. He's not trying to tease, exactly, but his touches are slow and deliberate as gently kneads Miatsuki's cock through his boxers.

Akihiro isn't content to stay still himself, however. With their kiss finally broken he takes the opportunity to slide himself down, pressing soft kisses and sharp nips to Mitsuki's throat, chest, and stomach all the way.

[otokogi]

Mistuki wouldn't say it if it wasn't true. It took him by surprise but not in a bad way. Even though Akihiro's made it very clear that this isn't just going to be heavy petting and blue balls, it still catches Mitsuki off guard to have him be so eager. He's not about to stop him, though. It's a relief, really, having someone else take the lead. Something seems a little different, though. Did he overreact? Underreact? ... Maybe not but he is overthinking. Time to try to stop that.

He shifts his legs a little further apart when Akihiro undoes his zipper, lifting his head a bit to try to see what he's doing. Rather than starting to take his pants down too, Akihiro's touch instead stays tantalizingly on top of the fabric. Mitsuki runs one encouraging hand along his arm while the other continues to scratch at his scalp even as his kisses move lower.

"That's really nice..."