Chuu-Chuu Chamber | Kaname Date & Gustave

[loveauthority]

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]

[ 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.

[9999]

[ 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. ]

[gumai]

[ 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?

[9999]

[ 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.

[gumai]

[ 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.

[9999]

[ 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. ]

[gumai]

[ 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. ]