[Honestly, who else could put up with Murasakibara eccentricities? He doubts anyone else would really have the patience for it, and he knows that Himuro's patience does have its limits. He's just aware that everyone else's limits are probably a lot less.
He thinks himself pretty lucky, even if he doesn't say such things out loud. It's conveyed through the little touche, the kisses, the way he gives in more easily to Himuro's suggestions and actually listens to him. Murasakibara won't go as far as thinking their relationship is very special or unique, but it's theirs'.]
Tatsuya. [A murmur of his given name, something like a warning, because if he keeps it up, Murasakibara is going to want to keep going too, his interest stirring. Not that he'd mind if it kept like this too, and he reaches up to tug at Himuro's arm, wanting to pull him from the bed and onto the floor with him--or ore specifically onto his lap.]
[ Himuro's always had a fair amount of patience with most people and things, so he's never really thought too much about the way he deals with Murasakibara versus everyone else in normal context. In the context of their relationship, he doesn't feel like he particularly needs that patience. They know one another so well and he likes Murasakibara so much that he doesn't find his patience wearing even close to thin.
But that probably does come from the way things clearly aren't one-sided between them. There's something easy about their relationship and Himuro appreciates it.
Like in these moments, when he hears his name like that. The tug to his arm has him moving from the bed with a well-practiced fluidity that lands him in Murasakibara's lap shortly after, straddling his legs so he's facing him and is free to press another kiss to his lips. ] Atsushi.
S'not fair... [The murmur is out before he can think to stop it, the corner of his mouth curved in a barely concealed smile. His kiss is lazy and sure, like he has all the time in the world to dedicate just to the act of kissing Himuro.
But he also figures he needs to elaborate a little on what he means as his arms settle around the other's waist, hands laying against Himuro's back. Murasakibara can feel the heat of his skin through his shirt and sighs a little in a way that suggests he's just so put upon, having to explain himself. When would Himuro learn to read minds already?]
Murochin is really beautiful. [An observation--not quite meant as flattery or a compliment so much as just a stated fact. The sun is hot, the sky is blue, and Tatsuya Himuro is unfairly pretty.] But you play dirty. [Like climbing into his lap like this, even if this is what Murasakibara wanted him to do in the first place.]
[ He doesn't even need to ask for the elaboration and there's something Himuro enjoys about that. It makes the sigh amusing, something he lets out a soft chuckle about as he hooks his arms around Murasakibara's shoulders.
The actual explanation and the follow up to that earn more of a laugh, one that he quiets by pressing a kiss to his jaw, muffling the sound just enough as he slowly trails kisses against skin. ]
You're the only one I can play dirty with. [ Not that Himuro thinks he does at all, but it's a funny thing to consider as he nips under Murasakibara's ear, a gentle, teasing sort of move. ] You're handsome, I can't help it.
[Murasakibara makes a grumbly, huffy sort of noise as the tips of his ears burn red, fingers curling a little into the back of his shirt.]
See what I mean? [But it's not like he dislikes it at all, a shiver going down his spine. He doesn't particulalrly think about his looks too much or put much care into himself beyond the basics. Girls--and most other people, if they're being honest--found him too big and too intimidating to really look at him beyond that. Himuro was one of the few--if only--people to compliment him on these attributes and mean it in a way beyond what it means for playing basketball.
So if Himuro says he's handsome, then maybe he is. But it doesn't matter who else thinks so, so long as <he does. Still--] Only you think things like that. [He mumbles, pressing his mouth to Himuro's throat, licking a stripe up his neck before latching onto his pulse.] But it'd be annoying if others did too... [So, it's fine, he supposes, even if he'd like to pretend he totally doesn't care about it all.]
[ He likes the reaction, that he can manage to make Murasakibara get a bit flustered.
So maybe he does play dirty. Just a little bit. But he's really just voicing the way he feels, feeling little need to mask that or give any sort of cold shoulder to the single person he wants to be so close to. If that honesty is playing dirty, then he'll continue it for as long as they're together because he's too fond of Murasakibara to stop now.
He tilts his head back with a soft sigh as he feels the tongue against his skin, one hand sliding up into long hair to slide his fingers through it. ] I'd get jealous if you started getting confessions. [ Himuro's fingers curl in purple hair, gently gripping it. ] I'm sure some people have thought about it, though. I'm not the only one.
[There's another shiver that sends his large frame shuddering as Himuro's fingers curl into his hair, the slight pull as much of a tease as anything Himuro says. There's a slight tilt to his head then in the direction of the other boy's hand, his interest piqued a little more]
Haa...? [He can't imagine anyone would, but then, Himuro sometimes sees things Murasakibara misses.] I'm pretty sure most people are more scared. [He's practically a 'monster' after all, given his size. Or maybe it's something about Himuro's near-constant presence at his side that sends people second guessing and scattering away.]
But a jealous Murochin could be fun to see. [He lazily grazes his teeth against Himuro's throat, debating internally on how much of a bruise he wants to leave behind.
And then, curiously, because something he's implied suddenly sticks out to Murasakibara:] Do you have something to confess?
[ Feeling that shudder against him only makes Himuro curl his fingers a little tighter when Murasakibara tilts his head toward his hand. He doesn't plan to pull much, but he knows the grip alone will be enough for the moment. ]
Not everyone. [ Himuro doesn't remark on how stupid it is that anyone might be scared of Murasakibara at all. If his height is all they see, they deserve to keep their distance anyway. But he knows, without question, that not everyone feels that way about him. ]
I wonder. Do you think it's jealousy to throw away a confession letter someone gave me to give to you? [ Maybe it sounds hypothetical, but it's far from it. And maybe asking while Murasakibara's teeth are at his throat isn't the best time.
But he's curious, much like the question that follows. ] Do I need to confess my feelings? I never did it properly, did I?
[Murasakibara pauses in surprise, considering that a moment] Did someone? That's stupid. [He tries to decide if he cares that the letter was thrown away or not. On one hand, it's a little bothersome if Himuro ever does something like that to someone who might later confront Murasakibara about his lack of reply. On the other hand, it saves Murasakibara from having to reply in the first place.]
Hmm. If there were sweets and you threw them away too, then I'd be annoyed. [It's true enough, and he goes back to lazily planting kisses against Himuro's neck, pulling at his shirt to expose his shoulder too.
In reality, Himuro doesn't need to confess anything. It was something they just sort of...fell into. A comfortable shift and transition that seemed natural enough that Murasakibara hadn't thought of any 'proper' way to go about acknowledging it.]
You didn't. [That's all he says on it though, pulling away to look down at him, curious if he was going to actually do something with that now]
Mm, a girl in the class next to yours approached me with it before practice one day. [ He doesn't really consider whether it would bother Murasakibara since he already knows the interaction would be annoying for him. Himuro tilts his head as his shirt is tugged, continuing to speak. ]
There were no sweets. I found her the next day and told her you weren't interested in dating anyone, but you were too shy to tell her. [ Which is all a lie, obviously, though not as bad as he could've gone. He's not interested in dating anyone else and it's more that he wouldn't want to be bothered with turning someone down. Nothing that anyone else needs to know.
When he pulls back, Himuro looks up at him, his hold loosening to let fingers slide through Murasakibara's hair instead. ]
I like you, Atsushi. [ He keeps it short and genuine, even as a smile plays across his face with the question that follows. ] Will you accept my feelings?
[The fact that Murasakibara can't even imagine who that might be is telling in and of itself.] That's irritating. [He really wondered what these people thought would happen approaching someone with a love confession when they hardly knew anything about them. He wasn't about to pretend he was deep and mysterious and hard to understand or anything, but still.
Alright, he brought this on himself but somehow he still wasn't quite prepared for Himuro to actually go through with it. There wasn't even any reason for him not to believe Himuro would, na dyet Murasakibara still finds himself staring in surprise, before quickly growing embarrassed. His face turns red, his eyes darting to the side, looking anywhere but Himuro's face.]
Don't be stupid. [He sort of folds himself over Himuro, burying his face against the other boy's shoulder to hide his red face as he huffs.] Of course I do. [A pause and he grumbles] How do you say things like that with such a straight face?
[Does Himuro ever blush? Like really blush? Murasakibara can't honestly be sure. It's Himuro's superpower or something, keeping a poker face under most circumstances]
[ He doesn't spare a thought or worry about what's irritating, knowing that he'd hear more if his own actions were the subject. Himuro's received enough confessions of his own to know it can be a hassle to deal with at points. And given that Murasakibara is... Murasakibara, he knows how little he'd want to deal with something like that at all.
Which is probably why their relationship has gone the way it has, the gradual way they've just fallen into it rather than a ridiculous confession, like the one that's happening now. Himuro's glad he's saved it for now because the look on Murasakibara's face is entirely worth it, both the surprise and the way he goes red afterward.
A light laugh leaves his lips as he turns his head and presses a kiss to the side of Murasakibara's. ] I should be able to say how I feel with a straight face, shouldn't I? [ Another kiss, and then, almost against his ear: ] Thank you for accepting my feelings.
[Murasakibara grumbles unintelligibly, but it's hard to remain irritated or to even pretend to be. Too much effort and not enough of a payoff. The breath against his ear is warm and makes him shiver again, his hold tightening a little on Himuro and pulling him in as close as he can.
He pulls back enough to catch Himuro's mouth in a slow kiss, but when he breaks it Murasakibara simply spends a long moment staring at Himuro's face. He opens his mouth, and then hesitates, his courage briefly leaving him in the face of actual action. His gaze abruptly shifts to the side and his face begins to redden.]
...I like you too. [Because it didn't quite feel right to not say it back, though Murasakibara's pretty sure he would've had an easier time saying it outright if he hadn't tried to do it staring Himuro right in the face.]
[ Being pulled closer just makes Himuro smile to himself as he feels the shiver he earns. He considers nipping at Murasakibara's earlobe, but doesn't quite get the chance before he pulls back and puts some space between them after a much appreciated kiss, leaving him staring back in return.
And then he hears that confession and there's a softer smile on Himuro's face as he tilts his head in, lips pressing to Murasakibara's again. ]
I know we didn't need to say it, but thank you. [ Because it's honestly so obvious that they don't need to mention or confess their feelings all that much. Murasakibara is easy to read, even when he's being stubborn. And Himuro hopes he's made his own feelings obvious before saying them so bluntly.
But with that all said, he nips at Murasakibara's bottom lip and pulls one arm back, one hand sliding down his side so fingers can curl into his shirt then slide up under it to brush against skin. ]
[He hums in response to the thanks. Embarrassing as it was, it does feel nice to have these things acknowledged in a more solid, "real" way.] I'll say it more if you want. [Because Himuro does a lot for him as it is, and Murasakibara doesn't feel like he does too much to retaliate. He's sure Himuro would say that it's fine, that Murasakibara does more than he knows or whatever, but this gives him something to actually deliver.
Well, not that it really matters. They're both comfortable and happy with what they have. As quickly as the thoughts come, they go, Murasakibara becoming thoroughly distracted by the other's hands and mouth. Muscles twitch slightly beneath Himuro's fingers, a little ticklish at the initial touch, before he moves forward to chase after the kiss.]
Bored with talking already, Murochin? [Not that he's complaining at all, but it's something of a tease even as his own hands begin to tug at Himuro's shirt with a slight impatience and he leans in for another kiss]
Just say it when you feel like it. I will, too. [ It's not a request to hear in constantly, because it would be strange to suddenly start expressing that kind of sentiment all the time. But Himuro definitely doesn't mind asking that it's said when he feels it most. That seems ideal for the two of them since they tend to lean toward actions more than words for expressing their feelings for each other anyway.
The question makes him grin against Murasakibara's lips as he pushes his hand higher, letting his shirt bunch up at his wrist as he presses his palm against his stomach and slides it up toward his chest. After a second kiss, he speaks against his lips, unwilling to pull back just yet despite the impatient tugging at his shirt. ]
Maybe I liked hearing you say that a lot. [ It's teasing as well, offered before another kiss that he soon breaks to pull back this time, tugging Murasakibara's shirt up with the intention of pulling it off and giving him the space to do the same to his shirt in return. ]
[Murasakibara huffs lightly, goosebumps rising with a shiver as Himuro's hand continues to move against him. The clothing they're wearing suddenly seems like way too much, an annoying obstacle and just who decided wearing clothes was a thing anyhow? Maybe he'll start enforcing a no-clothing policy in their home.
He doesn't get much time to voice his amazing new idea though, since he's interrupt by his shirt being pulled at. He stops pulling at Himuro's so he can help get his own shirt off.] Is that what it takes to get you fired up? I'll let the team know.
[Okay no, obviously he won't, but now that his shirt is off he tugs impatiently at Himuro's again.] Take this off too. [He pulls at it, but he's trying not to be too aggressive with it--the last thing either of them needs is for Murasakibara to stretch or, god forbid, rip Himuro's shirt.]
[ A no-clothing policy would go over well until somebody shows up looking for one, or both, of them and ends up seeing more than they bargained for. Not that Himuro would protest it either way. Stripping everything off at the door would make moments like this so much easier.
Because he knows he's eventually going to need to get off of Murasakibara's lap. For now, though, Himuro just laughs at the thought of the rest of the team hearing about that as he tugs that shirt off and drops it aside. ]
It wouldn't do much to hear it from them. [ He pulls back slightly and tugs his own shirt off at the impatient demand, letting it fall to the side with Murasakibara's shirt. Then Himuro leans in again, lips pressing to his neck and moving downward, kisses trailing against his bare shoulder. ]
[It's annoying, having to go through all this trouble just to get to what's underneath. Like a present, only Murasakibara supposes he doesn't mind unwrapping those all the time. There's something to the mystery of it, but... THis isn't really a mystery. He knows what lies underneath Himuro's clothing even though that knowledge doesn't prevent the little thrill of excitement that coils in his stomach.]
Hmm... [Murasakibara makes a small, disgruntled noise. Now that he's said it, the thought of their teammates--or anyone else--saying things like that to Himuro makes his brow furrow. Himuro's mouth is distracting though and Murasakibara slides his hands against the other's skin in slow strokes, just feeling the skin and coil of muscle beneath. While they both tended to be on the 'tall and lanky' side, there was no denying that Himuro was powerfully built too. Underestimating any of them was always a terrible move.
He sighs softly, a huff of a breath, and grumbles petulantly] Nevermind. No one else is allowed to say those things to you but me.
[ What's more annoying is needing to move around so much to manage to get everything off. They haven't gotten to that point yet, but Himuro's already regretting that he'll need to get up from a spot he's currently settled and comfortable in. A spot he'd like to remain, but it's a position that blocks both of them from shedding anything below the belt and he knows they're unlikely to stop at just shirts.
Not with the way those fingers are stroking over his skin, making Himuro press in as he gently nips at Murasakibara's shoulder. The petulance earns a near smirk, both fond of him and pleased that he's not the only one with a bit of a possessive streak. ]
I get confessions sometimes. [ It's teasing, though he's not making it up. Himuro lifts his head, teeth finding Murasakibara's jaw to angle another light bite to his skin. ] Will you confront them?
[There's a grumbling, growling sort of noise at that, his hands turning a little impatient and aggressive as he pulls at Himuro's pants]
I'll crush them. [Obviously. It's the only way to deal with that sort of thing.] Though... [He trails off a moment and then huffs, reluctantly coming to acknowledge something vitaly important here.]
It's hard to blame them. I guess. [Sometimes, Murasakibara looks at Himuro and can't imagine that the entire world wouldn't fall in love with him if given half the chance] But still, they can't have you.
[ The pulling makes it clear that he'll be changing positions soon enough, the impatience clear.
But the answer he gets, crushing aside, is a little bit of a surprise. It's not what Himuro expects, but it's also not what he thinks of himself either. Confessions are always a surprise. ]
You don't need to crush them. [ His hands move down, curling over Murasakibara's to pull them away so he has the space to push himself up from his lap. ] I'm all yours, Atsushi.
[He might've joked about Himuro being possessive or whatever before, but it is nice to hear that, like a confirmation. Himuro is beautiful, and it seems obvious enough to Murasakibara that anyone who spends any amount of time with him should want him.
It's nice to know no one will, because Murasakibara has him instead. So there's a little hum of acknowledgement that turns into an annoyed noise when the other moves away. He knows that he has to, otherwise, these pants are never coming off, but still]
Still think we should stop wearing pants. How annoying. [Grumble grumble.]
[ He could tease Murasakibara, but he prefers being honest with him rather than making him think anyone else might have a chance just to see his reaction. Himuro wants him to know he doesn't have to worry about it, that other confessions have no chance of pulling him away from what they have.
Unlike the need to get his pants off, which does force him to drag himself away. He lets out a laugh at the grumbling, standing in front of Murasakibara to push his pants off of his own hips. ]
We'll start after this. No pants as long as we're alone together. [ It's a playful sort of promise offered as Himuro sheds his pants and kicks them aside, thumbs hooking under the waist of boxer-briefs after. ]
[He can't help but laugh a little, a soft 'ha' noise under his breath, and looks pleased at Himuro's indulgence of his silly little idea. He's pretty sure it won't actually be followed through with, but for now it's fine to pretend.]
It'll make things easier. [Just helpfully pointing that out! For now, though, he's content to watch Himuro strip with a heavy gaze. He should maybe be working on undoing the rest of his clothes himself, but he's far more interested in this right now. Murasakibara shifts to his knees, reaching out one hand to rest against the other boy's hip for balance as he leans forward to press a kiss against his stomach. The kiss trails down a bit further, past his navel and over to his hip, while his free hand joins Himuro's in curling around the waistband to give an impatient little tug.
He's not going to go so far as to rip them off himself (y...et), because he's pretty sure Himuro might get annoyed with him for that and he'd rather not waste time going through apologizing and blahblahblah. No time for that when Murasakibara'd rather keep tasting him.]
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He thinks himself pretty lucky, even if he doesn't say such things out loud. It's conveyed through the little touche, the kisses, the way he gives in more easily to Himuro's suggestions and actually listens to him. Murasakibara won't go as far as thinking their relationship is very special or unique, but it's theirs'.]
Tatsuya. [A murmur of his given name, something like a warning, because if he keeps it up, Murasakibara is going to want to keep going too, his interest stirring. Not that he'd mind if it kept like this too, and he reaches up to tug at Himuro's arm, wanting to pull him from the bed and onto the floor with him--or ore specifically onto his lap.]
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But that probably does come from the way things clearly aren't one-sided between them. There's something easy about their relationship and Himuro appreciates it.
Like in these moments, when he hears his name like that. The tug to his arm has him moving from the bed with a well-practiced fluidity that lands him in Murasakibara's lap shortly after, straddling his legs so he's facing him and is free to press another kiss to his lips. ] Atsushi.
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But he also figures he needs to elaborate a little on what he means as his arms settle around the other's waist, hands laying against Himuro's back. Murasakibara can feel the heat of his skin through his shirt and sighs a little in a way that suggests he's just so put upon, having to explain himself. When would Himuro learn to read minds already?]
Murochin is really beautiful. [An observation--not quite meant as flattery or a compliment so much as just a stated fact. The sun is hot, the sky is blue, and Tatsuya Himuro is unfairly pretty.] But you play dirty. [Like climbing into his lap like this, even if this is what Murasakibara wanted him to do in the first place.]
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The actual explanation and the follow up to that earn more of a laugh, one that he quiets by pressing a kiss to his jaw, muffling the sound just enough as he slowly trails kisses against skin. ]
You're the only one I can play dirty with. [ Not that Himuro thinks he does at all, but it's a funny thing to consider as he nips under Murasakibara's ear, a gentle, teasing sort of move. ] You're handsome, I can't help it.
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See what I mean? [But it's not like he dislikes it at all, a shiver going down his spine. He doesn't particulalrly think about his looks too much or put much care into himself beyond the basics. Girls--and most other people, if they're being honest--found him too big and too intimidating to really look at him beyond that. Himuro was one of the few--if only--people to compliment him on these attributes and mean it in a way beyond what it means for playing basketball.
So if Himuro says he's handsome, then maybe he is. But it doesn't matter who else thinks so, so long as <he does. Still--] Only you think things like that. [He mumbles, pressing his mouth to Himuro's throat, licking a stripe up his neck before latching onto his pulse.] But it'd be annoying if others did too... [So, it's fine, he supposes, even if he'd like to pretend he totally doesn't care about it all.]
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So maybe he does play dirty. Just a little bit. But he's really just voicing the way he feels, feeling little need to mask that or give any sort of cold shoulder to the single person he wants to be so close to. If that honesty is playing dirty, then he'll continue it for as long as they're together because he's too fond of Murasakibara to stop now.
He tilts his head back with a soft sigh as he feels the tongue against his skin, one hand sliding up into long hair to slide his fingers through it. ] I'd get jealous if you started getting confessions. [ Himuro's fingers curl in purple hair, gently gripping it. ] I'm sure some people have thought about it, though. I'm not the only one.
gah, sorry for the long delay!
Haa...? [He can't imagine anyone would, but then, Himuro sometimes sees things Murasakibara misses.] I'm pretty sure most people are more scared. [He's practically a 'monster' after all, given his size. Or maybe it's something about Himuro's near-constant presence at his side that sends people second guessing and scattering away.]
But a jealous Murochin could be fun to see. [He lazily grazes his teeth against Himuro's throat, debating internally on how much of a bruise he wants to leave behind.
And then, curiously, because something he's implied suddenly sticks out to Murasakibara:] Do you have something to confess?
it's no problem!
Not everyone. [ Himuro doesn't remark on how stupid it is that anyone might be scared of Murasakibara at all. If his height is all they see, they deserve to keep their distance anyway. But he knows, without question, that not everyone feels that way about him. ]
I wonder. Do you think it's jealousy to throw away a confession letter someone gave me to give to you? [ Maybe it sounds hypothetical, but it's far from it. And maybe asking while Murasakibara's teeth are at his throat isn't the best time.
But he's curious, much like the question that follows. ] Do I need to confess my feelings? I never did it properly, did I?
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Hmm. If there were sweets and you threw them away too, then I'd be annoyed. [It's true enough, and he goes back to lazily planting kisses against Himuro's neck, pulling at his shirt to expose his shoulder too.
In reality, Himuro doesn't need to confess anything. It was something they just sort of...fell into. A comfortable shift and transition that seemed natural enough that Murasakibara hadn't thought of any 'proper' way to go about acknowledging it.]
You didn't. [That's all he says on it though, pulling away to look down at him, curious if he was going to actually do something with that now]
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There were no sweets. I found her the next day and told her you weren't interested in dating anyone, but you were too shy to tell her. [ Which is all a lie, obviously, though not as bad as he could've gone. He's not interested in dating anyone else and it's more that he wouldn't want to be bothered with turning someone down. Nothing that anyone else needs to know.
When he pulls back, Himuro looks up at him, his hold loosening to let fingers slide through Murasakibara's hair instead. ]
I like you, Atsushi. [ He keeps it short and genuine, even as a smile plays across his face with the question that follows. ] Will you accept my feelings?
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Alright, he brought this on himself but somehow he still wasn't quite prepared for Himuro to actually go through with it. There wasn't even any reason for him not to believe Himuro would, na dyet Murasakibara still finds himself staring in surprise, before quickly growing embarrassed. His face turns red, his eyes darting to the side, looking anywhere but Himuro's face.]
Don't be stupid. [He sort of folds himself over Himuro, burying his face against the other boy's shoulder to hide his red face as he huffs.] Of course I do. [A pause and he grumbles] How do you say things like that with such a straight face?
[Does Himuro ever blush? Like really blush? Murasakibara can't honestly be sure. It's Himuro's superpower or something, keeping a poker face under most circumstances]
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Which is probably why their relationship has gone the way it has, the gradual way they've just fallen into it rather than a ridiculous confession, like the one that's happening now. Himuro's glad he's saved it for now because the look on Murasakibara's face is entirely worth it, both the surprise and the way he goes red afterward.
A light laugh leaves his lips as he turns his head and presses a kiss to the side of Murasakibara's. ] I should be able to say how I feel with a straight face, shouldn't I? [ Another kiss, and then, almost against his ear: ] Thank you for accepting my feelings.
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He pulls back enough to catch Himuro's mouth in a slow kiss, but when he breaks it Murasakibara simply spends a long moment staring at Himuro's face. He opens his mouth, and then hesitates, his courage briefly leaving him in the face of actual action. His gaze abruptly shifts to the side and his face begins to redden.]
...I like you too. [Because it didn't quite feel right to not say it back, though Murasakibara's pretty sure he would've had an easier time saying it outright if he hadn't tried to do it staring Himuro right in the face.]
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And then he hears that confession and there's a softer smile on Himuro's face as he tilts his head in, lips pressing to Murasakibara's again. ]
I know we didn't need to say it, but thank you. [ Because it's honestly so obvious that they don't need to mention or confess their feelings all that much. Murasakibara is easy to read, even when he's being stubborn. And Himuro hopes he's made his own feelings obvious before saying them so bluntly.
But with that all said, he nips at Murasakibara's bottom lip and pulls one arm back, one hand sliding down his side so fingers can curl into his shirt then slide up under it to brush against skin. ]
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Well, not that it really matters. They're both comfortable and happy with what they have. As quickly as the thoughts come, they go, Murasakibara becoming thoroughly distracted by the other's hands and mouth. Muscles twitch slightly beneath Himuro's fingers, a little ticklish at the initial touch, before he moves forward to chase after the kiss.]
Bored with talking already, Murochin? [Not that he's complaining at all, but it's something of a tease even as his own hands begin to tug at Himuro's shirt with a slight impatience and he leans in for another kiss]
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The question makes him grin against Murasakibara's lips as he pushes his hand higher, letting his shirt bunch up at his wrist as he presses his palm against his stomach and slides it up toward his chest. After a second kiss, he speaks against his lips, unwilling to pull back just yet despite the impatient tugging at his shirt. ]
Maybe I liked hearing you say that a lot. [ It's teasing as well, offered before another kiss that he soon breaks to pull back this time, tugging Murasakibara's shirt up with the intention of pulling it off and giving him the space to do the same to his shirt in return. ]
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He doesn't get much time to voice his amazing new idea though, since he's interrupt by his shirt being pulled at. He stops pulling at Himuro's so he can help get his own shirt off.] Is that what it takes to get you fired up? I'll let the team know.
[Okay no, obviously he won't, but now that his shirt is off he tugs impatiently at Himuro's again.] Take this off too. [He pulls at it, but he's trying not to be too aggressive with it--the last thing either of them needs is for Murasakibara to stretch or, god forbid, rip Himuro's shirt.]
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Because he knows he's eventually going to need to get off of Murasakibara's lap. For now, though, Himuro just laughs at the thought of the rest of the team hearing about that as he tugs that shirt off and drops it aside. ]
It wouldn't do much to hear it from them. [ He pulls back slightly and tugs his own shirt off at the impatient demand, letting it fall to the side with Murasakibara's shirt. Then Himuro leans in again, lips pressing to his neck and moving downward, kisses trailing against his bare shoulder. ]
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Hmm... [Murasakibara makes a small, disgruntled noise. Now that he's said it, the thought of their teammates--or anyone else--saying things like that to Himuro makes his brow furrow. Himuro's mouth is distracting though and Murasakibara slides his hands against the other's skin in slow strokes, just feeling the skin and coil of muscle beneath. While they both tended to be on the 'tall and lanky' side, there was no denying that Himuro was powerfully built too. Underestimating any of them was always a terrible move.
He sighs softly, a huff of a breath, and grumbles petulantly] Nevermind. No one else is allowed to say those things to you but me.
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Not with the way those fingers are stroking over his skin, making Himuro press in as he gently nips at Murasakibara's shoulder. The petulance earns a near smirk, both fond of him and pleased that he's not the only one with a bit of a possessive streak. ]
I get confessions sometimes. [ It's teasing, though he's not making it up. Himuro lifts his head, teeth finding Murasakibara's jaw to angle another light bite to his skin. ] Will you confront them?
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I'll crush them. [Obviously. It's the only way to deal with that sort of thing.] Though... [He trails off a moment and then huffs, reluctantly coming to acknowledge something vitaly important here.]
It's hard to blame them. I guess. [Sometimes, Murasakibara looks at Himuro and can't imagine that the entire world wouldn't fall in love with him if given half the chance] But still, they can't have you.
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But the answer he gets, crushing aside, is a little bit of a surprise. It's not what Himuro expects, but it's also not what he thinks of himself either. Confessions are always a surprise. ]
You don't need to crush them. [ His hands move down, curling over Murasakibara's to pull them away so he has the space to push himself up from his lap. ] I'm all yours, Atsushi.
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It's nice to know no one will, because Murasakibara has him instead. So there's a little hum of acknowledgement that turns into an annoyed noise when the other moves away. He knows that he has to, otherwise, these pants are never coming off, but still]
Still think we should stop wearing pants. How annoying. [Grumble grumble.]
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Unlike the need to get his pants off, which does force him to drag himself away. He lets out a laugh at the grumbling, standing in front of Murasakibara to push his pants off of his own hips. ]
We'll start after this. No pants as long as we're alone together. [ It's a playful sort of promise offered as Himuro sheds his pants and kicks them aside, thumbs hooking under the waist of boxer-briefs after. ]
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It'll make things easier. [Just helpfully pointing that out! For now, though, he's content to watch Himuro strip with a heavy gaze. He should maybe be working on undoing the rest of his clothes himself, but he's far more interested in this right now. Murasakibara shifts to his knees, reaching out one hand to rest against the other boy's hip for balance as he leans forward to press a kiss against his stomach. The kiss trails down a bit further, past his navel and over to his hip, while his free hand joins Himuro's in curling around the waistband to give an impatient little tug.
He's not going to go so far as to rip them off himself (y...et), because he's pretty sure Himuro might get annoyed with him for that and he'd rather not waste time going through apologizing and blahblahblah. No time for that when Murasakibara'd rather keep tasting him.]
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