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Chuu-Chuu Chamber | Kaname Date & Gustave

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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[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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...

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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... ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ Yeah, Date really does know what he's doing. Figures - he must be something of an expert, considering his interests. Gustave will continue to consider "looking at porn" to be a distasteful hobby except in this extremely specific circumstance. He melts into Date's hand, the sensation nearly making him feel delirious with want.

And then Date goes and says that and he can practically feel the hair on the back of his neck standing up. ]

You -- fuck, don't say that, I...

[ A little whimper. Is that what Date's thinking about? More? He's crazy. But now Gustave's thinking about it, too, Date so eager between his thighs, and he knows that Date means it, would probably love to do it, would put his hair back and take him to the hilt and swallow every last drop because Date can't keep his mouth off of him now, and - the dam breaks and Gustave comes, too, adding to the mess on Date's stomach with a few clumsy pumps of his hips and a shuddering groan. ]

Ah... I'm...

[ half of an apology comes out, instinctively, for finishing all over him without warning - he's a gentleman, really, and he thought he'd last longer, which was an unearned bit of confidence considering how long it's been since he was with anyone - but, considering Date's already slathered in his own, he probably doesn't mind. He also probably doesn't mind, period, considering what else he just said - maybe even likes it? The thought makes his nerves tingle; unlike Date, however, he has only the stamina of a regular (albeit French) man, and the twinge in his groin from a filthy thought is overpowered by the sense of spent satisfaction. He just breathes heavily, legs quivering, and drops his forehead against Date's, closing his eyes. ]

[ Look, maybe he doesn't need to look at porn when he has a beau this perfect. Okay, he might still look at porn, but the fact of the matter is he's not thinking about it now. Not when his thoughts are filled with Gustave and only Gustave. If he's thinking about it in any capacity it's the instinctive knowledge he has to give Gustave a good handjob and make sure he's enjoying himself. Which, hey, is not a bad thing at all.

He can't help the smug smile on his face when Gustave chastises him for what he says because he means it, he means it more than anything else. He wants more of Gustave, wants to spend an unreasonable amount of time learning every single thing he can about Gustave's body. If Gustave thinks he can't keep his mouth off him now, well...

Date will stroke Gustave off until the last bits of him are finished and he doesn't mind the mess on his stomach at all. Gustave's instincts are right — he likes it — and when he finally peels his hand off from Gustave's cock, it drops right down to the mess on his body, fingers sliding through it just out of compulsion and curiosity. His thoughts are not fit for public sharing — idle thoughts of wanting to rub it into his skin, of wanting their spend to be mixed together in an erotic show of their own connection to each other. Idle curiosity about the taste as well. He's not going to act on these thoughts right now, this time, but he does definitely think them.

When Gustave sinks down against him though, Date rubs their noses together in an affectionate gesture and watches Gustave's face as he comes down from the high of orgasm. Heh... God, this man is perfect. Date presses a kiss to his cheek, just under his eye and the arm around his shoulder squeezes as he hugs Gustave to himself for a moment. ]

That was good. Really good.

[ slowly, he lets his thoughts recombobulate as the rush of physical pleasure passes over him and gives way to a contented buzz, his brain gradually remembering where he is and what he's doing. He leans into the hug and the incongruously-cute kiss on the cheek, weakly squeezing at Date's side where his hand's still resting, but, ultimately, he ends up rolling over and flopping bonelessly onto his back beside him, if only to avoid collapsing right on top of him and making an even bigger mess. (There is definitely some stickiness already trapped in the trail of hair on his stomach anyway just by virtue of being nestled up so close to Date the entire time, but cleanup is a problem for five-minutes-from-now Gustave.) ]

Yeah...? It was, [ he answers affirmatively, still rather blissed out. It was good, wasn't it? It's been a long time - and he wasn't actually expecting he'd ever have sex again, so... Wait.

Gustave sighs, rubbing the heels of his hands against his eyes in embarrassment. ]

Ugh. I... I really didn't - I honestly only invited you in here to talk, I swear. [ a beat. ] Not that I didn't like it! I, uh. Well. You know I liked it.

[ you've heard of post-nut clarity, now get ready for post-nut shyness with Gustave, who is belatedly realizing that he sort of initiated this encounter even though Date is the weird sex guy!! Not him! Gustave's not even a "hook up to forget your problems" type of guy, of which there are understandably many in Lumiere. Which means that he really, genuinely likes Date, enough to go this far. It's not exactly a surprise to him - he's always been the sensitive type - but it is rather sobering. And, as is evident, it makes him embarrassed. ]

[ As Gustave rolls off of him and onto his back, Date just wipes his dirty hand clean on the sheets under them before turning onto his side to face Gustave, propping his head up on his elbow as he looks down at the man sprawled beside him. Like this, he's able to get an even better look at Gustave's body than before and honestly, it's taking a lot from him right now not to instigate more sex with Gustave. He can't help it, he's a horny guy.

But then there's Gustave's shyness and good god, that's even better. He watches as he presses his hands to his eyes and seems to go through all five stages of grief. But it rings as cute for him more than something to set off his insecurities, which is good! No need to spiral on the idea of is Gustave regretting this because... that would be no good.

No, he believes Gustave when he says he liked it. And he doesn't think he regrets it. ]

I know you liked it. [ Just to reassure him. ] And I liked it too. I know this is rich coming from me, but sometimes sex isn't just sex. It can be... comforting, with the right person.

[ The implication being, of course, that Gustave is the right person. And that this was comforting for them both. So, he doesn't want Gustave to feel embarrassed over it when it really felt like something they both needed. ]

... Are you feeling a little better, at least?

[ he added that on specifically because he didn't want Date to think he was regretting it. He's not! It was just very... spontaneous. And very much during a moment of weakness. Gustave hasn't even taken him out on a proper date yet! Eating Mont Blanc at a coffee shop and talking about his depressing home situation doesn't count.

But it's exactly as Date says: sex doesn't have to just be romance and flowers and fun indulgence. He knows this. Sometimes it can be relief, or bonding, or, yes, comfort. Maybe he needed that. God knows Emma's told him before that he needs to stop moping and get laid. (Hell, even Sophie sort of intimated as much to him...) So he sighs, dropping his arms back down to the sheets and shaking his head. ]

Yeah... I know. I do. I just didn't want you to think I was, erm, planning this all along. [ he huffs out a laugh, head lolling to the side to look over at Date again. ] I'm not that suave, firstly.

[ Date's eye roving along his body doesn't go unnoticed, but at this moment, it's harder to be embarrassed about the staring - this man watched him climax like, a minute ago, and he's still coming down from that. If anything, it's fluffing up his ego, knowing that someone is this into him even when he's all sweaty and wiped out. ]

... I do feel better. A little. More like... I'm real. I mean... that doesn't make sense, but -- like I'm still here with you, you know? [ a pause while he chooses his words. ] We Lumierans have a saying - "Tomorrow comes." No matter what happens today, time marches on and the world keeps turning. But... sometimes it's good to remember that today is still happening, too.

[ First, Date replies to his objection. ]

Hehe, I know you're not.

[ Teasing, teasing. But when Gustave drops his hands and looks over at Date, Date lets his head drop from his hand to pillow it on his bicep, using that hand to reach over and pet through Gustave's hair instead. Slow, gentle strokes of his fingers through fluffy hair as Gustave speaks and answers his question.

It's a good answer. One that Date can empathize with. He understands the intent of the phrase and considering the horrible situation Gustave is in back home, it's oddly hopeful a phrase. Which makes sense, being in such a morbid circumstance, living in abject pessimism would be awful. But Gustave's grounding after makes Date... oddly happy.

He wants to be someone Gustave lives in the moment with. He wants to be worth that to Gustave. ]

It is. You've still got today. You've still got me. You still have time. I know with the pressure of the game ending, it feels like all your decisions have to be made right now but — they don't.

[ ... ]

I'm... glad you took a moment for yourself, Gustave. I mean, it was really good for me too, heh, but slowing down for a moment, letting yourself do something, ah, indulgent, I guess? I think it's good for you.

[ And quietly, a bit more sincere: ]

I just want you to be happy.

[ he makes a face at the teasing comment, playfully offended, but it relaxes into a smile soon enough - albeit a rather bittersweet one. His own personal happiness has never mattered that much to him. Life is so fleeting, and there are so many people he cares so deeply about that will have to struggle with even greater problems than he is now after he's gone. So it's touching - and it's sad - to hear an outsider stake so much on his own short existence right as it's flickering out. ]

Thank you. For caring.

[ Gustave wants to be happy, too; fate's just had other plans. Date's hand brushing through his hair feels very nice, and he lets his eyes briefly fall shut. Which may be a mistake, considering he doesn't know what happens if you fall asleep in this room and doesn't particularly want to find out, but it's only a moment!! ]

... Whatever happens to me, just make sure you're happy, too. All right? You've been through enough trouble already.

[ one of the reasons he'd hesitated on starting anything with Date - other than his own personal baggage with relationships, obviously - was because he was afraid this might happen: that he'd just make somebody else miserable by vanishing from their life as soon as he entered it. Date's so attached to him already that Gustave feels like he's watching exactly that happen already. ]

[ Date still firmly believes he has a handle on his affection for Gustave (he doesn't) even if he does feel overwhelmingly soft about the other man. He wants to hope for the best — that they'll find a solution, that the wishes will work, that Gustave will somehow be able to have both his cake and eat it too. He's so desperately hopeful for it that it nearly chokes him. Is that strange? Maybe that's too much for a guy he met so recently.

But he's going to keep petting Gustave's hair and watching his face, even as he closes his eyes briefly, and his heart feels so full in response. He wants Gustave to be happy, he wants it so badly, and he selfishly wants to be part of that happiness. That's the thing he has to grapple with as well, knowing that the likelihood of that is much lower. ]

Alright. I'll be happy too.

[ A promise he's not sure he can keep, depending on what the future holds. But it's his intention at least, to be happy. It's the best he can promise Gustave right now in this moment, even if he knows it's not guaranteed.

But for now, they have this moment, right? The two of them, lying here, Date petting Gustave, coming down from the high of pleasure. They'll have to clean up soon, get dressed again, Date will have to put on his mask again, and then they'll leave the room. But for now... this is pretty nice. ]

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