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        Like that wasn't a stroke to his ego. Really, though, he didn't care if anyone else found him irresistible, so long as Izumo couldn't get enough they would be just fine. He palmed the other through his pants, scooting closer to his partner on the couch to kiss the corner of his mouth, "We wasted enough time already." A common agreement between them; they should have been doing all of this sooner, but they were here now, "Making up for lost time, remember?" he murmured into Izumo's ear before licking its shell.

    _{“Mmhm.” A noise of assent followed, eyes still watching the progress of his hand. Izumo inhaled sharply, then, the firm touch eliciting a pleased hum. The shift of Kotetsu’s clothes, the brush of his hair, the warmth of his breath, were all familiar things, yet struck a chord within him as surely as if it were the first time. “–’s a good point.” he replied, voice already roughening. A few touches and he was absolute putty in his partner’s hands – some kisses, the drag of his palm against his thigh, and he could already feel where his body was stirring and responding to the intimate touches.}

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        He wasn't sure just what Izumo liked hearing, him saying that he was missed or just breathing and moaning but Kotetsu would do either until the cows came home so long as he didn't stop. Surprised was an understatement at his friend's actions; usually he wasn't so forward like this, not to mention the whole...germ thing. But seeing his face practically nuzzle against his abdomen, kisses soft and meaningful, he wasn't going to question.

        "Izu-" he breathed sharply, trying to push himself up further into his partner's mouth. He was barely touching him and yet Kotetsu was hard already, or at least getting there, his body practically begging for further attention. The dull pain in his side could be ignored for as long as he needed, there were far more pressing matters to attend to. A hand brushed aside long hair always dipping in front of Izumo's face, trying to get a better look at him through a flush. "You...you drive me crazy." the pleased look on his face made it obvious the direction of crazy was a good one; he'd go insane for this man on top of him, so long as he got to keep him. 

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        It wasn't often Kotetsu didn't have something to say, but Izumo was getting good at making him speechless over the last few months. The nips and touches were just enough to start a fire in his belly, leaving his only reaction to be a pleased moan to bubble up from his chest. He swallowed thickly, unable to tear his eyes away from his partner while his ministrations trailer further and further downward.

   Yea, he very much liked this welcome wagon.

        "Nnnsorry. I was...lonely without you, too." it that meant anything, it was true. Even being with a team meant little if Izumo wasn't a part of it. They were a team, in every sense of the word. He moved his hips slightly, not to disrupt his ribs but to encourage the further moving of his briefs and more touching, though there was a soft tinge of pain at the shifting. He ignored it completely as his other hand reached up to clasp over Izumo's shoulder.

    _{A shiver curled down his spine, molten and excited, as his partner’s moan rumbled through him. That was Izumo who’d caused that reaction; Izumo making him moan and shift beneath him. It was that thought that spurred him on, and he shifted back once more, thumb hooking under the waistband of the other’s boxers. His lips trailed across his stomach, over his navel and to his hip, tracing the V the bone made ever downwards.}

    _{He paused, then, gaze flickering back up to Kotetsu. Izumo’s eyes were dark, questioning, concern written there as his hips shifted upwards. “Mm. I like hearing that.” Izumo’s other palm traced down his thigh, along the warm skin there, finally resting on the inside of his knee. Almost teasing, he pressed another lingering kiss just below his navel, right where the cloth met his skin.}

    _{Yells from a distance. “–I don’t need sex advice from someone I don’t even know!”}

    _{Aaand he’s already walking away. Very quickly.}

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        So far, so good. Izumo pressing back up to meet him caused his own noise to leave his throat, quiet but very real. The hands fisted in the sheets gripped a little tighter. Five minutes ago he was worried about this person leaving him, whether it be by death or his own will. Now, all he could focus on was how alive he felt like this, how alive and connected they both were. It was a comfort he didn't know he could get,  but now that he had it he wanted more and more of it until it filled him up to the point of bursting. He lapped at Izumo's tongue, the slick friction causing a shiver to run down his spine that ended in his abdomen, causing him to grind down again, this time with a bit more confidence.

     His lips moved to the corner of his partner's mouth, then down to his neck, which was quickly becoming his favorite spot to memorize. His scent was strongest here; no amount of shampoo and soap could truly wash away the smell that was just Izumo. He inhaled deeply as he kissed just under his chin, warming a spot before sucking up a bruise. His shirt would cover up the marks, but part of him wished it didn't. This person was his now, and only his, and he was proud of it.

    _{A warmth spread over his skin, pooling in the hollows of his throat and chest, fleshing pink across his face. The places where they touched sparked like a live wire, from the smooth slide of their mouths to the warm pressure of his hips. Izumo arched up into him, friction grating heat between them, another throaty moan escaping him. As Kotetsu broke the kiss, his fingers pressed into his scalp, worrying dark strands in between them.}

    _{Tongue darted out to lick his lips, still tasting sugar and Kotetsu on them. At the open, damp pressure of the other’s mouth against his throat, his breath caught, head automatically tilting back. “Kotetsu,” he breathed, rocking up into him once more. Part of him wanted to be annoyed at the fact that’d there be marks later, but the rest of him got a thrill out of the idea that he could look in the mirror later and be reminded of how much he was wanted.} 

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what kind of lover do you think my character would be?

        "Oi, Izu...let me get you off."

        "N-No! We're...at work you moro-hey...HEY KNOCK IT OFF!"