[What is he feeling? The fragility of the human body. He could wrap his hands around Ramuda's neck and deprive him of air, or he could simply sit here and continue to feel his heartbeat pick up and even out every time he presses.]
[It's only uncomfortable because he is refusing to give him control in this situation. Jakurai controls what happens right in this moment. He keeps his fingers slack, resting there rather than pressing or really feeling anymore.]
[He doesn't elaborate on that, he's sure Ramuda is aware of his state of affairs here. His fingers are gentle, working their way down to his collarbones.]
But asking you to stop would make you want to do it more. This is what you want, isn’t it?
[ His Idol body is soft and delicate, and he generally prefers being lavished over manhandling, but the chance to mess with Jakurai this way is worth a little pain. ]
See? This is what happens when you throw everything into serving others. You don’t even know how to take anymore. I want everything, but right now I want you to stop scratching me up.
[Jakurai is surprisingly obedient to that request, fingers instead mimicking what Ramuda’s we’re doing only moments ago. Rubbing slow circles instead of biting mercilessly. Jakurai thinks with these marks perhaps those naughty oneesans will be jealous. It satisfies him in a way he couldn’t fathom to explain.]
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[He says it without much thought. Jakurai is still too earnest for his own good sometimes.]
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Anywhere else?
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[This is so wrong to be letting this happen, but who would he be to deny attention focused on him for a little while.]
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[ working them magic fingers that make the oneesans moan then. ]
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He lets out a breath, a pleased sigh escaping.]
We should have taken this out of the hospital.
[Not that anyone would come looking for him all the way back here, but... a lot more can be done elsewhere.]
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Where would you want to go?
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[His hand settles on Ramuda's throat, feeling his heartbeat. Mentally probably taking his pulse.]
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[ His pulse jumps initially, but it settles when Jakurai's grip doesn't tighten around his windpipe. ]
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[He presses his fingers there very lightly, to see if he can get the same reaction from his pulse again.]
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[ He can keep his expression even, but his heart rate picks up again. ]
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[What is he feeling? The fragility of the human body. He could wrap his hands around Ramuda's neck and deprive him of air, or he could simply sit here and continue to feel his heartbeat pick up and even out every time he presses.]
Very interesting.
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Didn't you figure this stuff out in doctor school?
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It is still interesting to me.
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[ He doesn't move away or flinch when he says it, just waiting to see what Jakurai does. ]
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[He doesn't elaborate on that, he's sure Ramuda is aware of his state of affairs here. His fingers are gentle, working their way down to his collarbones.]
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[His nails bite into the skin of his chest. Obviously this is something Jakurai still finds rather touchy in regards to their rocky relationship.]
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Ah~ah back to scratching again. . .
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[Anything that involves Ramuda getting focused attention is probably okay.]
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[ His Idol body is soft and delicate, and he generally prefers being lavished over manhandling, but the chance to mess with Jakurai this way is worth a little pain. ]
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[His arms curl around Ramuda’s shoulders, nails biting in there too.] What do you want?
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[Jakurai is surprisingly obedient to that request, fingers instead mimicking what Ramuda’s we’re doing only moments ago. Rubbing slow circles instead of biting mercilessly. Jakurai thinks with these marks perhaps those naughty oneesans will be jealous. It satisfies him in a way he couldn’t fathom to explain.]
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He nudges at his chest with one finger. ]
Get on your back.
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Whatever comes next is up to the other.]
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