Chuu-Chuu Chamber | Kaname Date & Gustave

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Welcome to the Chuu-Chuu Chamber!

The crew lets you into a dim bedroom, the ambient sound of a rowdy tavern muffled by the rugs scattered across the ground. Outside of the decor, there's also a large timer on the wall... looking somewhat out of place among the oil lamps and such. Very retro in the medieval sense.

The timer starts at 5 minutes, and the crew will helpfully inform both of you that unless you start kissing, getting handsy, so and so forth before your time is up... you'll be kicked out of the room!

If you do, you'll find, the timer then starts over -- at 4 minutes!

Then 3.

Then 2...

And so on and so forth, until there isn't any time at all between activities. Better get busy!

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[gumai]

[ It feels good, to touch Gustave like this. His body is warm and solid in his arms and as Date keeps running his hands over him, he's just filled with more and more desire to take, to consume, to obsess. Gustave is so attractive, it's almost unbearable to Date. He wishes he could express just how hot he finds him without looking like an insane person. He might just still do that, damn the consequences, because he needs Gustave to know just how hard he gets him, really.

And when Gustave murmurs that against his lips, Date's gut aches with arousal as he leans up to breathe him in. His hands are settled at the moment, one on the small of Gustave's back, the other sliding lower to grope at his backside and he laughs a little, flustered and wanting. ]

You. All of you. I want to kiss you, to touch you. Let me put my mouth all over you, Gustave.

[ He'll lower his head, pressing his lips to Gustave's neck. He kisses, firm, with a hint of a bite, as Gustave is able to pull the hair tie from his hair and leave it loose around his head now. As he continues mouthing at Gustave's throat, he'll drag him in more properly against him, so he can rock his hips up towards him and show Gustave exactly the reaction his body is having to him — leaving him right now, half hard in his pants. ]

[9999]

[ he was expecting a more instructive reply, like "touch me here" or something, not the unfiltered desire for him in a general sense - Gustave can't help but chuckle a little in surprise, flustered. Date wants him so badly in a way that he's pretty sure nobody else has before; he continues feeling like Date's got the wrong guy somehow, despite the fact that Date obviously knows exactly who and what he's after, from the grazing nips at his throat to the hands grasping his ass and the hard length prodding the bottom of his thigh when Date moves.

Hell. All this, for him? Really? He hasn't even done anything yet. ]

That's -- okay, [ he laughs breathily, carding his fingers through Date's long hair and trying not to let all the kissing and squeezing distract him too much. ] That seems a little unbalanced? You don't want me to...?

[ he trails off, but lets his hand fill in the rest, dropping from his undone hair to slip underneath Date's suit jacket, thumb hooking into Date's belt. Yeah, maybe he hasn't been with a guy before, but the good news is that he has a decent idea of what they want, on account of being one himself. If he's already at half mast, he's probably begging to be touched. Unless Date really is just so into him that touching him is enough. The thought makes him a little light-headed. ]

[gumai]

[ Date is just that into him. He's so worked up just on touching him alone that it's kind of pathetic. He knows he should pace himself and let Gustave actually touch him but he's almost certain that when Gustave does, he's going to get so overwhelmed that it'll take everything in him not to combust right then and there. And when he feels Gustave's explorative touch while he's mouthing at his throat, he groans softly against Gustave's skin and tries not to let the overwhelm take him.

He pulls away from his throat then, nuzzling his skin and the juncture between his neck and shoulder. His voice comes out a little breathy then. ]

Yeah, I — yeah. I want you to touch me. Just don't make fun of me if I get too excited.

[ He means it as a joke but it comes out a little more sincere than he wants it to, but he follows it with a bit of a laugh and a bite to Gustave's throat. He sucks on the skin then, eager, as his hands start to tug at Gustave's shirt to pull it out of his waistband. He wants to slide his hands under, to touch bare skin and when he does, he aches even more to put his mouth on Gustave.

He'll only pull his hands back to shrug off his suit jacket and pull at his own tie, pulling back to look up at Gustave with an eager gaze as he undresses. ]

Take off your shirt too.

[ He'll request, an actual request this time instead of just open ended desire. He'll tug his shirt out from where it's tucked away inside his pants and start to unbutton it, but his gaze is fixed on Gustave the whole time, fingers clumsy at his buttons as a result. Date's body is toned but lithe. An active body for someone who fights often and is used to physical labor, but not sculpted in the way someone who works out regularly would be. ]

[9999]

I'll take it as a compliment.

[ he's already taking this all as one enormous compliment - that Date is so crazy for him that he can't stop his hands and mouth from roving everywhere as soon as he's upon him. That he's groaning just at the suggestion that Gustave will touch him. It's liable to go straight to his head, like many of the things Date does. If he were slightly more wicked, he'd press his advantage here, push Date down into the covers and tease him until he snaps, but, alas, Gustave is too sweet to act on that impulse. He just wants to figure this out and make him happy. (That doesn't mean he doesn't think about it, though. He likes to think he's good at taking charge when the moment calls for it...)

It's slightly embarrassing to have Date staring at him so hungrily while he undoes all his layers, especially when Date is so obviously distracted by him that he's barely managing his own. He unbuttons his vest and dress shirt with more nervousness than sexiness, peeling them off and dumping them unceremoniously on top of his jacket before settling back onto Date's thighs. Their physiques aren't dissimilar, save for Gustave being a little fuzzy; his skin is flushed from all Date's ministrations, and red near the point where his prosthetic arm is affixed to his body. Getting looked at so much is embarrassing, so he hides his face with Date's, leaning in to kiss him again as he sets his hands on his chest, then sweeping over his sides, fingers kneading inquisitively against all that newly-revealed flesh. Inevitably, they reach his waistband again; tentatively, Gustave lets his non-mechanical hand slip between them, curiously pressing against the hard outline in his pants.

He's never done this before. It's rewarding to feel so plainly the evidence of his effects on Date. Exciting, even. Even though Date told him he wanted to touch him all over first and foremost, Gustave can't help but gently squeeze him through the fabric, incited by his eagerness and the heat of his bare chest against his own. ]

Kaname...

[gumai]

[ They have time. When Gustave does, inevitably, learn how to tease him, Date will fall apart at the seams and so desperately want Gustave more than he already does, which is kind of incredible considering how much he already does want him. For now, his fingers stumble as more and more of Gustave's body is revealed and he has to look away for a moment to focus on his buttons and push his shirt and tie away completely.

It leaves them both topless around the same time and Date's gaze is hungry as Gustave is revealed to him. Then he's being kissed, distracted, but he doesn't mind it and kisses back eagerly. His fingers touch against Gustave's cheek gently as he feels Gustave's hands wander along his body. It gets him hot, the touch, the kiss, all of it, and he's chasing after Gustave's tongue to kiss him even more deeply.

It means as well that he's not expecting it when Gustave's hand slips into his pants and he groans helplessly, immediately, when he feels the pressure of his hand against his very sensitive cock. His hips buck slightly and he pulls away from the kiss to pant softly against Gustave's lips, his eyes falling closed. The gentle squeeze makes him grit his teeth before he opens his eye again to look up at Gustave, arousal all over his face. ]

Gustave... ah...

[ His hand, the one that was touching fingertips to Gustave's cheek, slides down to curl against the back of his neck and hold Gustave close. His other hand slides over his chest, squeezing at his pec as he leans in to nuzzle his nose against Gustave's.

His thoughts are — well, definitely not something to be shared in polite company. All he can think about right now is Gustave, Gustave naked, the two of them tangled together, kissing, touching, everything. He wants more of Gustave's hand on his cock, wants to drag him down into this bed and never let him out. He wants to make sure that even though this is Gustave's first time with a man, he never wants anyone but Date ever again. (Which is an absurd thought to have right now, but he can't help the lick of possessiveness in this moment.)

It's what leaves him letting out a breathless kind of laugh and a smile as he steals a quick kiss from Gustave, grinning stupidly against his lips. ]

My Gustave. Mine. You get me so hard. Come on, baby, touch me some more.

[9999]

[ That really did get him excited fast - and Gustave does take it as a compliment, as promised, rather than teasing him for it. It's cute, isn't it? Like a lot of Date's quirks. It's certainly encouraging; Date doesn't have to ask him twice to keep going, although his words do succeed in flustering him - Gustave wasn't expecting him to start talking like that. Halfway between embarrassing and erotic. Which, when he thinks about it, also checks out for Date, so maybe he should have expected it. He feels Date smiling against him more than he sees it, and he can't help returning it, a little shy, a little smug. ]

Avec plaisir, mon chaton. Lay down?

[ because this position makes touching him properly somewhat awkward, and Gustave's suddenly all in on doing so. The uncertainty he'd had a moment ago is ebbing away, slowly being replaced by more confidence, a thrill from Date's reactions that runs right down his spine and through his veins, heated and heavy. Gustave gently pushes at his shoulder, urging him backwards to the sheets, hoping the overlapping joints of his mechanical hand don't catch Date's skin; he could use his other hand, but it's busy feeling out the shape of his cock through his underwear in a manner that might be considered soothing if it was any other body part.

Yeah. Maybe he could get used to being his Gustave. ]

[gumai]

[ It's difficult to give in and lay down when Gustave talks like that, as well. He hears the French and knows it's however this world works not translating that part for him and that's fine, because he understands the meaning anyway and it makes him feel flustered and happy all at once. Mon chaton. Will he ever get tired of hearing Gustave call him that? Not even a little. Not even once. He's pretty sure even if they were in the middle of the most heated argument ever, if Gustave broke that out he'd melt immediately and give in to anything Gustave wanted.

So, that's also why he's able to lay down. Difficult to pull away because he wants to touch him, yet easy to give in to Gustave's request. He'll shuffle back, laying down and reaching up to let his hand catch around the wrist of the mechanical hand, feeling the cool metal against the heated skin of his chest and biting his lip for a moment. Ah... that's really nice. As he lays down fully, he lets his legs fall apart, spreading them for Gustave to touch him as he wants. It makes it clear that Date is definitely aroused and, well, well-endowed. He'll reach down his hands then to unbuckle the belt, unzip the fly, pushing his pants down around his thighs and leaving himself in his briefs.

He really wants to kiss Gustave though and there's an ache in him about it. He'll lift both hands then, reaching out to make grabby hands at Gustave, grinning kind of stupidly at him in response. ]

Come here. I need to kiss you.

almost tagged him with messmer.......... how to lose your pp very fast

[9999]

[ As he suspected, the fundamentals aren't actually very different here. This, he can do. If anything, this is easier, because Date is absolutely wrapped around his little finger and Gustave suspects he could be giving him the worst handjob in the world and still get showered in kisses and praise - which is humbling, frankly, and incentive enough to try harder in spite of it. With Date laid out beneath him, shirtless and yearning with his loose hair fanning out around his head and his hands eagerly tugging down his pants, Gustave is reminded once again that he is, in fact, an incredibly attractive man, missing eye and older face be damned - doubly humbling. He swallows thickly.

Is Date... hot? Can that be so? He's been firmly cute up until now, but that look is something else entirely. To say nothing of the heavy outline between his legs that Gustave's traced. That is not cute. It's intimidating, actually, but in a sort of... pleasant way that makes his nerves alight. The line between fear and anticipation is a blurry one. (No way will that fit, right? But also -- again, all worked up like that for him? They'll figure it out, they'll figure it out...)

Gustave is briefly distracted, chest rising with a few breaths as he stares down at Date, before he arches over him to kiss him as requested, open-mouthed and a little messier than before. ]

You -- you're so...

[ he doesn't even know what he's going to say, but it doesn't really come out. The hand not braced on Date's chest stills over his briefs, fingers itching towards the band. ]

Can I...?

so true. poor messmer............... he doesn't deserve date's antics

[gumai]

[ As Gustave leans in, kisses him, Date's hands wrap around his shoulders. One hand sinks into his hair, the other curls against his back and he kisses him with eager, wanting swipes of his tongue and little nips with his teeth. And the way Gustave kisses him back... so eager and messy... it leaves him feeling breathless and overwhelmed in just a perfect way. This is really happening, huh? The two of them, just like this. It's almost hard to believe.

So, he laughs when Gustave can't finish his sentence, fingers clutching his hair tighter and a quick kiss smeared onto his lips. God, this man is absolutely perfect. ]

Yeah, please.

[ He drags Gustave down into another kiss, still just as messy and open-mouthed as before. His hand clutches Gustave's hair to hold him close while the other slides over his chest, his fingers sliding over a nipple and thumbing at it a bit as he waits for Gustave to touch him, for the feeling of Gustave's warm hand wrapped around his length. And breathless and aching, he can't help but still praise Gustave, murmuring against his lips. ]

You're amazing. So, so, so good.

he would not stand for them

[9999]

[ the pull of Date's fingers in his hair and teeth at his lips is enticing; he feels himself being swept up into Date's hunger, too, like a fever he's passed to Gustave on his tongue, into his bloodstream and pooling below the belt. His hand very nearly yanks Date's briefs down before he's finished his sentence. He kind of wants to look and see him exposed, take in the other part of Date that's not for public consumption, but he likes kissing him too much to stop, barely stopping to draw heavy breaths against his skin.

He'll just have to look by touching - which he does, his curiosity sharpened now by want, hand feathering briefly along the length of his cock until his fingers find its base, wrap around it. It feels searing hot under his touch, and even hotter as he pulls upwards in a singular careful stroke, running his thumb over the head. ]

Yeah...?

[ Not the most elegant response, but about as much as he can muster, eager to please. He probably should have spit in his hand or something, he thinks, bleary and belated -- but no, that's kind of gross and disrespectful... despite the fact that they are very much swapping enough spit elsewhere at the moment. It's the principle of the thing. Date deserves better! Maybe, he thinks sordidly, he will get on his knees next time to avoid this issue.

He's planning a next time, now, without even realizing. He wants to live. For everything, and for this. ]

[gumai]

[ The wait is more than worth it when he feels Gustave's fingers slide over his length, the warmth of his hand making his toes curl and his hips arch upwards. He breathes out a little shakily against Gustave, nuzzling in against him as the desire pools in his belly even more potent and hot than before. He wants to kiss him some more, wants to feel Gustave all over him and be all over Gustave in turn.

He really, truly wants this to continue into the future as well. When he looks at Gustave right now, it's with lust and affection combined. Watching his red lips, his flushed face, the way he breathes a little roughly just like Date. His affection is near overwhelming and he's so happy to fall into Gustave and tangle their bodies together like this. ]

Yeah.

[ He grins again, lopsided and sincere as he captures Gustave's mouth in another kiss. His fingers still clutch his hair, his other hand moves to brace against Gustave's shoulder and he makes a soft noise of want into his mouth. Who'd have thought they'd end up here after three weeks? But Date's heart is full of such sweet affection and he wants nothing more than to show it — physically — to Gustave. ]

[9999]

[ They're still close enough together that when Date bucks his hips up into Gustave's hand, he jostles against Gustave's thigh, too, the resulting tug of fabric reminding him that suit pants are not very accommodating for these situations: he's hard, too, and he probably wouldn't have ever guessed that jerking off another man would do it for him, but Date's needy little gasps and shuddering motions and the unabashed pleasure he's taking in all of it - all smiles, no shame, just sincere delight - are headier than any of those fancy wines he brought back a week ago. There's nothing better.

The bulge straining up against the fabric of his pants is difficult not to notice at a glance; Gustave is ignoring it anyway, fully focused on Date. He always gets like this, in work and in bed alike. Date encourages him, so he keeps going, hoping his hand isn't too rough and he's not too amateur as he pumps along Date's length. Gustave's trying to be careful and gentle, as he often is, but his easy, deliberate pace might accidentally feel more like teasing. Oops.

He's trying his best. Date's so happy, so soft and hot and real beneath him; he swallows up that noise of want, hopes he can hear more, and shifts his posture a little so he doesn't lean all his weight on Date, bracing his arm against the sheets by his head, instead. He's always saying he wants to take care of Gustave - the least Gustave can do is return the favor, and at the moment, that's his only aim. ]

[gumai]

[ It's so strangely gentle, despite what they're doing. It makes Date's heart feel soft when he takes it all in. Gustave is warm and perfect against him and as he settles closer when he shifts his other arm, Date sighs fondly against his mouth and curls his arms around his neck. Another kiss or two... or three... and Date is pulling away to bump their noses together and pant softly against Gustave's lips. It's been good, the way Gustave is stroking him but now he needs a little bit more because yes, it is feeling too much like teasing now. ]

You can go faster, and a little harder too.

[ And at the same time, he's going to drop one of his arms between them, sliding it across Gustave's chest (and very much enjoying the smattering of chest hair there) before lower, when he gets to the front of Gustave's pants. He's not in a place where he can undo the pants to get to Gustave but he does cup him through the fabric, squeezing lightly. Then he presses a kiss to Gustave's cheek before murmuring. ]

Or — we stop for a moment and I get to see what's under here, huh?

[ Then they'll both strip down and get these pesky clothes out of the way so they can get even more wrapped up in each other. ]

[9999]

[ Gustave hums affirmatively at the instructions, but the sensation of Date's hand running down his body sends a shiver through him now, and he inhales sharply when it reaches his groin, his own hand stuttering before he can actually go through with following them. If he weren't both aware that it's his first time trying and already turned on enough to not think about it, he'd probably feel bad he couldn't break Date down just with this. Again, he thinks next time, and again he's too distracted to question whether that will come.

Instead, he feels perfectly fine following Date's lead. Wants it, actually. Somehow, it's the kiss to the cheek and Date's low voice so close to his ear that have him flushing, despite literally everything. He's a sap. ]

O-oh, I -- okay. Hold on, [ he replies rather breathlessly, pulling his brain back together so he can formulate a response. One he realizes belatedly sounds less than enthusiastic, so he appends humbly: ] Yes. Please.

[ Gingerly, he pulls back and sits up, easing himself off of Date's legs and then the bed so he can comply (there is no elegant way to take off your pants). He stands and drops his arms to unbutton his trousers; his eyes can't help but wander to where his hand had been a moment ago, and, well. Wow. ]

Hell. Is that why you're always so confident?

[ detective big dick over here... Gustave averts his eyes like a gentleman, or because he's shy, and tries not to be too nervous about disrobing. Not that he has anything to hide, it's just - always nerve-wracking, the first time, and Date is definitely going to stare. At least this room's rather dark. He shucks off his pants and underwear in one go, not making a show of it; in the brief moment before Gustave climbs back onto the bed with him, Date may be pleased to see that trail of hair continues all the way downwards, and, despite his comments on Date's size, Gustave is hardly small, either. They will both be playing the role of Detective Big Dick tonight. ]

[gumai]

[ There is indeed no elegant way to take off your pants and underwear in front of someone, especially someone you're having sex with for the first time and want to make sure he sees you in as attractive a light as possible. That's what Date thinks, at least. But he's going to try his best to scoot his underwear down with his pants and push them to his ankles, then off, dropping them to the floor as he sits up on the bed for a moment to do that. It leaves him nude which is exactly what they both want, and so he focuses on that.

Except he does absolutely stare at Gustave as he strips down and finds himself biting his lip, his fingers clenching into the sheets beneath him as Gustave's body comes into view in the dim candlelight of the room. Fuck. He's so attractive to Date it's impossible to think straight (ha) when it comes to Gustave. He wants so much of him, he wants all of him, and he's so grateful he gets him. When Gustave comments about his dick though, Date's so surprised by it that he bursts into laughter and grins brightly in response. ]

Believe it or not, it was bigger in my last body.

[ So, there is that. But then Gustave is climbing back onto the bed and Date doesn't waste any time, his hands are reaching out to curl against either side of Gustave's neck so he can pull him close into a kiss. Slow and languid, it's a deep kiss with tongue in order to get them both worked up again despite the quick undressing interlude. Date groans softly into the kiss when he feels the heat bubble in his gut again and he's going to hook a leg around Gustave's thigh, dragging him in close so their bodies press together. Chest to chest, hips to hips. He'll even feel their lengths brushing against each other and that gets a shiver running through Date, so pleased by it.

When he breaks the kiss, he stays right in Gustave's space, breathing heavily against his lips and enjoying the heat of him. ]

Gustave... Ha, I could kiss you forever.

[9999]

[ the concept of "my last body" is still so absurd that Gustave hardly knows how to respond, especially in this even-more-absurd context; all he can do is shake his head as he lets Date pull him in once more. When he walked in that door, he did not anticipate the conversation would end with both of them completely naked in the bed. Even with the intended purpose of the room, and the timer clock, he honestly figured they'd have a depressing conversation and then leave - and even when all of this started happening, he didn't imagine it would escalate past touching. This feels deeply intimate, vulnerable, all barriers and secrets between them removed - figuratively and literally. And he doesn't mind it, is the thing. Three weeks and he's ready to give himself over to this man.

He'd like to blame the other ticking clock - the one on his life - and there's no denying that's part of it, but it's not all of it and he very well knows it's not all of it. He really does like Date a lot. God, he's too sensitive.

The rest of him is sensitive, too; that quick interlude did very little to hamper his arousal, and Date hooking that leg over him and drawing their bodies together makes him shudder, a breathy moan escaping out of their kiss before he can stop himself. Now he lets his weight lay on Date more, and Gustave can feel every line of his body pressing into his own - the smooth muscles of his stomach, the little swell of his chest, the contrasting hard tension and soft skin of his cock where it rubs against Gustave's own (it's taking every ounce of Gustave's self-control not to rut against him like a horny dog). And, of course, his mouth, nearly omnipresent, like Date's only source of oxygen is in Gustave's lungs. He can't imagine how thoroughly red and messy his lips must be by now, and when Date comments on it himself, he laughs a little, though his voice is strained with want. ]

I'm starting to believe it. [ he breathes, letting his hands catch in Date's hair where it's spread out beneath them until his fingers brush against his head. ] You're cute, did I ever tell you that? I've thought so for a long time.

[ he's mildly embarrassed to admit it, but it just comes out in the moment. ]

[gumai]

[ There isn't a universe where Date expected Gustave to ever give into him this much. He knows he's a lot. Knows he's kind of a freak. Which contrasts so heavily against Gustave's pleasant demeanor, his gentlemanly kindness and sweet affect. Yet Gustave gave him a chance anyway, saw his pathetic pining and somehow saw something in that enough to let Date in. Date still feels unreasonably blessed to even kiss Gustave, let alone touch him like this and there is a large part of him that can't think too hard about what they're doing or he'll just come right on the spot, unable to handle it.

So, yeah, the intimacy? It's mutual. Date feels raw and exposed like this with Gustave but Gustave is his warm source of light and he craves every bit of him that he can get. This is probably the longest he's been without his mask with another person in a ... while, and that really says something, doesn't it? But he wants Gustave to know every bit of him, and maybe it's part to scare him off — because if Gustave accepts every bit of him, could he really handle that much happiness? He doesn't know.

For now, he focuses on the physical, at least. The way they move together. The moan Gustave lets out when their bodies press together. He feels his weight on top of him and it's wonderful, makes this all feel a little more real. It takes everything in him not to drag their hips together even more, to feel their cocks roll together and fall into pleasure like that. He will do that, eventually, but he's trying to keep it together first.

His eye flickers up to meet Gustave's when he hears his voice, feels fingers in his hair and his expression is nothing sort of besotted — which quickly shifts to surprised when Gustave calls him cute. A flush forms on his face and he grins a bit stupidly. ]

There's a long line of people who would call you crazy for that, but I don't care. [ His hands, caressing Gustave's face, smooth over his beard idly with his thumbs. There's definitely a bit of beard burn on his own face from how much they've been kissing but Date doesn't seem bothered at all. He shakes his head for a moment. ] Ha... Cute... you really do like me, huh?

[ Which is unreal. Absolutely incredible. It's easy for Date to like Gustave, but the idea of Gustave liking him back? Really fucking blows his mind. ]

[9999]

[ and Date blushes at that innocent comment, despite the fact that both his and Gustave's cocks are currently sandwiched between their bodies, hard and aching. Okay, maybe they're both sensitive saps - even if one of them is a proud porn addict. And Date also doesn't need to know that Gustave is one of the people who would call him crazy for would he just said, even though he's the one who said it, and it's true, and even Anna said the same thing, and -- maybe he's given up on being conflicted about it, actually. Life takes all sorts. He's studied enough past Expeditions to know that being a weird pervert doesn't need to preclude you from being a good man, and he thinks Date is a good man.

There's a temptation to respond teasingly to that statement - you don't think I'd be doing this if I didn't like you? - but Date is a good man, and tender-hearted, and he gets the feeling that he still probably doesn't entirely believe it, and, more than anything, Gustave is tender-hearted too, even moreso in these moments. So he replies, honestly: ]

More and more.

[ he smiles back, leaning into the touch at his beard. The longer he knows Date, the more he learns about him, the greater his appreciation for him. And it could grow even greater, if he got the chance. If he had the time. That's part of why he's here in this moment now, scrambling to fill these last hours with good memories before he loses the opportunity entirely. ]

[gumai]

[ That response is so sweet, so perfect, that Date can only look shocked in reply before he's trying, very desperately, not to let how touched he is show on his face. It's such a weird mix of feelings in him because he's still so achingly hard, of course, and wants to feel nothing but Gustave in all sorts of ways. But then he feels his eye grow hot as he tries very hard not to look as emotional as he feels. It's sex! He is having sex! The thing he wants all the time! And yet here he is — in his god damn feelings because Gustave said he likes him more and more.

This man... he can't tell if he's going to be his savior or his ruin. He would do anything for him, which means it's a pretty good thing Gustave wouldn't ask him to in the first place. Date's heart pounds hard in his chest and he feels so... so overwhelmed... so he does what instinct tells him to do and just kisses Gustave again. Deep and desperate and wanting. The last time he felt this way was in those early days with Hitomi, when he couldn't quite believe she was letting him in and showing him such kindness. It's an odd kind of parallel he's living in again.

And after that, he slips a hand between the two of them, sliding lower until he's able to capture both their cocks in his hand and line them up against each other. He breaks the kiss to pant softly against Gustave's lips and focus on what he's doing, aligning them together and rocking his hips in his hand to drag his cock against Gustave's. He'll do it a few more times, building a rhythm until they're moving against each other properly and he groans again, eye falling closed and head falling back onto the mattress. ]

[9999]

[ See: this is the root of the matter. No matter how much Date acts like a fool or a creep out in front of everyone, when Gustave tells him something as simple as yes, I do like you, his expression turns so fragile that Gustave worries he might cry for a second, and it makes his chest tighten. Of course he cares. How can he not care? He's convinced Date would jump in front of a bullet for him - actually, probably for anyone, considering what his job is - and yet Date's still apparently surprised that anyone would offer him anything but tolerance in return.

Maybe Gustave's just a sucker for a hopeless case. He really didn't think he'd be with anyone after Sophie for the rest of his short life. But Date gently broke him down, made him take a chance, and Gustave hasn't regretted it; when Date looks at him like that, he wishes he could give him more. All he can offer is a week, or a day, a listening ear and a warm body.

The kiss is so deep and yearning that Gustave swears he can feel Date's heart pounding like it's his own, and he wants to keep it for himself. Only the pulse between his legs is louder, and when Date finally takes hold of him, he can't help gasping, jerking into his hand involuntarily even before Date starts to move. It's been literal years since anyone's touched him - let alone like this, shoved up against another cock in a pleasantly tight embrace. Thank goodness Date knows what he's doing. Also, damn him. He can't even properly enjoy the look on Date's face because once the latter starts building a rhythm, Gustave feels himself turning to jelly; Date's head drops to the mattress, and Gustave just noses at his throat, stuttering out breaths against his skin. ]

Oh fuck. [ it's more of a moan than the manly grunt he'd prefer, but it's not like he even really meant to say anything at all - he's helpless to do much of anything but try and roll his hips along with Date's motions, chasing this novel, velvety friction. ] That's good, Date -- Kaname - it's good...

[gumai]

[ Date's thoughts are muddy now with the pleasure rolling through him, which is probably a good thing because if he had to focus more on Gustave's sweet words to him he might genuinely start crying. There's an ache in his chest, an empty hollowness that he never thought would be filled but when he thinks about Gustave and having more time with him and being able to share life with him, it fills up just a little. He knows they're short on time, that they have a giant problem they have to solve in the form of Gustave's imminent demise, but for now...

Now there's this. Gustave's breath against his throat, the touch of his nose against him, the roll of their hips as they rock together. Even the breathy sound of his name spilling from Gustave's lips. He makes a helpless sort of whine at that and quickens his pace, tightening his leg around Gustave and his grip around their cocks to feel them against each other. It's a little dry, could use some lube or spit or something, and he has a feeling there's probably lube in this room if the intention is what it is — but that would require breaking away from each other to find it and he can't do that even a little bit.

So, their pre will have to do, gliding together in the warm press of their bodies and most sensitive areas. Date pants heavily, eye squeezing tightly closed as he feels the pressure in him build and build and build. He's not going to be able to last much longer than this. He's always been a bit of a quick shot and he's been trying to hold it in for a while now so with this, he knows he's on the cusp. ]

Nngh... Gustave... ah... [ His back arches, he squeezes a little tighter, rocks up into him a little faster. ] Gustave, Gustave, Gustave, mmph...!

[ His free hand clutches Gustave's shoulder tight, digging fingernails into his skin as he tips over the edge, spilling across their bodies and making things incredibly slick between them as he comes. He spills across the two of them, his fingers, onto his abdomen and lets out another whimper as he feels his release take him. He wants — he needs more, but this is good. Really good. He's a little dizzy with it then as he continues rocking up against Gustave, even with the slight overstimulation. ]

[9999]

[ The slight sting of Date's nails is nothing more than a pleasant afterthought next to his body arching up into Gustave's - the desperation of that involuntary movement has Gustave thrusting back against him in kind, turned on even more by his abject pleasure. One hand fumbles to Date's ribs, then to grip his side, feebly trying to keep him even closer as he picks up the pace and babbles his name, and - he feels Date coming apart under him, to his distant surprise, hot and wet. He had said he'd get too excited if Gustave touched him earlier, hadn't he...? ]

Oh, chaton...

[ It's spoken with a sort of heated fondness. Damn it, he missed the moment, he would have liked to see his expression - Gustave can never get enough of that from his lovers, but - fuck, it's enough knowing it happened. It makes him throb in Date's hand. Which is not entirely ideal: he feels Date still moving against him (boy, does he ever feel it) but has to figure it can't be comfortable to keep getting stimulated so soon. Achingly, he tries to slow the movement of his hips, to give Date some relief at the expense of his own, planting clumsy kisses along his throat in an attempt to ease him down. Poor Gustave has no idea about Date's "superpower." ]

You -- are very complimentary.

[ as promised. yeah, this is nothing but hot and flattering to him, even while he's still hanging heavy in Date's hand. ]

[gumai]

[ He doesn't need to slow down, not really, because his own body is still a mess of adrenaline and arousal. But hearing Gustave's sweet voice, his kisses to his throat, the way he tries to soothe him, Date does relax into it. His body drops back down onto the mattress and his arm envelops Gustave's shoulders, dragging him in close because he doesn't want to lose the touch of their bodies together even as he comes down from the high.

He lifts his head to look back at Gustave, cheeks flushed and expression a little fuzzy, the hormones overwhelming him have him feeling so, so, so achingly fond of Gustave in this moment. He grins a little lopsided, especially at the pet name again, and he's — he's not going to stop stroking Gustave, though he lets his own cock drop for the moment as he uses his come to stroke Gustave a little faster, smoother. ]

Am I? Ehehe. [ He's going to surge forward, kiss pressed to Gustave lips, quick so he can press a smattering of other kisses to his face, leaning in to nose at him gently. ] C'mere... let me touch you, before I get hard again and can't think straight.

[ Which, he mostly means as a joke but. Well. It's not like it can't happen. Though he probably shouldn't... overwhelm Gustave... so quickly... ]

[9999]

[ Even in the dim light, he's cute, all flushed and overcome and looking up at Gustave like he's the only star in the sky. Gustave yields easily when Date drags him in again, abandoning the crook of Date's neck to look at him again - Gustave's occasional timidity does not extend to making eye contact mid-act, apparently. He's still breathing hard, his face and shoulders red, but he manages to give Date a coy little smile in return, albeit briefly. It's hard to keep a straight face when Date's hand is between his legs again, slicker and swifter than before. Then, this time, he must be using his own...

Laughably obscene. A small shudder trembles through his skin; Date is kissing him and he clumsily tries to return it before Date's kissing him all over again, which is just as well, because he's struggling to focus on anything other than the feeling of Date's fingers around his cock, swollen and begging for release. He's not going to last much longer, either. ]

What? I-is that -- is that bad? [ Gustave pants, currently hard and unable to think straight, himself. Date's stroke pulls a low groan out from somewhere deep in the pit of his belly, and he bucks his hips involuntarily against him, the wry affect of his voice dropping off quickly and giving way to lust. ] Please. Please touch me, I want you -- I need you to.

[ until then, though, he's putty in Date's hands. ]

[gumai]

[ Gustave is gorgeous like this, all sweet and needy in his arms. He's also so turned on and the fact that it's Date doing that for him, that he's hard because of his attraction to Date is doing things to Date's head that he can't quite put into words. He just feels good and dumb with it, which is why when Gustave is eager to look back at him, to make eye contact, he doesn't tear his gaze away. He just looks back at him, smile on his face and flush to his skin. ]

No, not bad at all. [ A kiss, light and amused to the tip of his nose. ] And I've got you, come on. I'm not gonna stop.

[ His hand continues to stroke Gustave, faster this time with a firmer grip. As he strokes upwards, his thumb focuses on teasing the head of his cock, sliding over the tip and thumbing his most sensitive area before sliding back down and squeezing his grip. Then he repeats his motions, breathing out shakily as he watches Gustave's arousal pulse through his body. God, he really is so hot...

Which is, of course, why Date blurts out — ]

Next time, I'm going to suck you off. I want to feel you come down my throat.

[ It's all he can think about right now, with Gustave in his hand and watching his face contort with pleasure. ]