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May. 31st, 2009 12:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8cha"Chiaki, I'm sorry!" Ryuunosuke says again, the same sad mantra since this afternoon. There was a brief respite once Takeru stepped in, but Ryuunosuke had started up again after dinner, once he was sure he could get Chiaki alone. Chiaki's sitting on the futon in the room he claims as 'his' whenever he can. The mansion has a lot of open rooms, but due to injury or sickness the Shinkengers can never seem to stay in just one full time. There might also be the issue of bedhopping as well.
"I told you already, that's enough." Chiaki was leaning back with palms planted on the floor. "It's water under the bridge!"
"I'm still sorry though!" Ryuunosuke is never more fervent than when he's apologizing, except perhaps when he is defending their lord. Takeru, when he is defending Takeru.
"Aaaaaaaaah ah." Chiaki sighs and flops backwards onto his futon. His wallet chain jangles against his thigh, his wallet an uncomfortable lump in his back pocket. "Give it a rest, Ryuunosuke."
Ryuunosuke is quiet for a minute, and Chiaki lets his eyes shut. He's probably being too hopeful to, well, hope that Ryuunosuke really will let the matter drop. Not right now anyway, maybe in a day or two, or seven, once some new matter with the gedoshuu has come up. Maybe tomorrow if Takeru tells Ryuunosuke to back off again, though Ryuunosuke will probably stop pleading for forgiveness if Chiaki just gives in and *hits* him. Which Chiaki might, but more out of anger than to let Ryuunosuke atone.
"If you won't hit me." Ryuunosuke's got his hands on Chiaki's black and silver belt loops, Chiaki's wallet chain jangling when his belt is unlooped and tugged apart. "Then I'll-"
Chiaki sits up so fast Ryuunosuke can't back away in time, and the two shinkengers bash skulls. "What?!" Chiaki rubs at his forehead, staring down at his undone belt for a minute before looking up at Ryuunosuke. "You-"
Ryuunosuke is still looking mournful and in need of forgiveness, but he's also rubbing at the bruise appearing on his forehead. "You won't let me atone!"
"I'm not going to let you atone by s-" Chiaki lowers his voice, aware of paper thin walls, meandering kuroku, and that the girls are probably only two rooms away. "By sucking my…"
"Please Chiaki!" And Ryuunosuke grabs Chiaki's hands, which were hovering protectively in front of his groin. "It will make me feel better!"
Chiaki feels like a pervert for feeling *tempted* by Ryuunosuke's offer. It's been a while since he's gotten his rocks off, living with the rest of the shinkengers in Takeru's stately (but designed really strangely on the inside) mansion means that it's not like Chiaki can go out and bring a date home. Chiaki bets that if he tried to take a girl to a love hotel some emergency would crop up in the middle of sex and… Well there's a lot of things that have kept Chiaki from just jerking off. The thought of the girls seeing or hearing him, the thought of TAKERU seeing or hearing him, the thought of the kuroku walking in on it…
Ryuunosuke nods, his brown hair fluttering forward to hide determined eyes for a split second, and then he's working at Chiaki's fly, wrestling with Chiaki's hands when they get in the way. "Hey, hey, Ryuunosuke," Warm hands in his pants, working past his underwear, and Chiaki'd kind of imagined Ryuunosuke's hands would be *cold*… "Don't stop."
"Not until you," come, Chiaki's betting, but Ryuunosuke's too prim to say that, just like he was too prim to announce his intentions, "really forgive me."
And hell, if Ryuunosuke always atones in that way, Chiaki's not surprised that everyone pretends he's not a total spazz case with some serious trust issues. Ryuunosuke's mouth is sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.
"I told you already, that's enough." Chiaki was leaning back with palms planted on the floor. "It's water under the bridge!"
"I'm still sorry though!" Ryuunosuke is never more fervent than when he's apologizing, except perhaps when he is defending their lord. Takeru, when he is defending Takeru.
"Aaaaaaaaah ah." Chiaki sighs and flops backwards onto his futon. His wallet chain jangles against his thigh, his wallet an uncomfortable lump in his back pocket. "Give it a rest, Ryuunosuke."
Ryuunosuke is quiet for a minute, and Chiaki lets his eyes shut. He's probably being too hopeful to, well, hope that Ryuunosuke really will let the matter drop. Not right now anyway, maybe in a day or two, or seven, once some new matter with the gedoshuu has come up. Maybe tomorrow if Takeru tells Ryuunosuke to back off again, though Ryuunosuke will probably stop pleading for forgiveness if Chiaki just gives in and *hits* him. Which Chiaki might, but more out of anger than to let Ryuunosuke atone.
"If you won't hit me." Ryuunosuke's got his hands on Chiaki's black and silver belt loops, Chiaki's wallet chain jangling when his belt is unlooped and tugged apart. "Then I'll-"
Chiaki sits up so fast Ryuunosuke can't back away in time, and the two shinkengers bash skulls. "What?!" Chiaki rubs at his forehead, staring down at his undone belt for a minute before looking up at Ryuunosuke. "You-"
Ryuunosuke is still looking mournful and in need of forgiveness, but he's also rubbing at the bruise appearing on his forehead. "You won't let me atone!"
"I'm not going to let you atone by s-" Chiaki lowers his voice, aware of paper thin walls, meandering kuroku, and that the girls are probably only two rooms away. "By sucking my…"
"Please Chiaki!" And Ryuunosuke grabs Chiaki's hands, which were hovering protectively in front of his groin. "It will make me feel better!"
Chiaki feels like a pervert for feeling *tempted* by Ryuunosuke's offer. It's been a while since he's gotten his rocks off, living with the rest of the shinkengers in Takeru's stately (but designed really strangely on the inside) mansion means that it's not like Chiaki can go out and bring a date home. Chiaki bets that if he tried to take a girl to a love hotel some emergency would crop up in the middle of sex and… Well there's a lot of things that have kept Chiaki from just jerking off. The thought of the girls seeing or hearing him, the thought of TAKERU seeing or hearing him, the thought of the kuroku walking in on it…
Ryuunosuke nods, his brown hair fluttering forward to hide determined eyes for a split second, and then he's working at Chiaki's fly, wrestling with Chiaki's hands when they get in the way. "Hey, hey, Ryuunosuke," Warm hands in his pants, working past his underwear, and Chiaki'd kind of imagined Ryuunosuke's hands would be *cold*… "Don't stop."
"Not until you," come, Chiaki's betting, but Ryuunosuke's too prim to say that, just like he was too prim to announce his intentions, "really forgive me."
And hell, if Ryuunosuke always atones in that way, Chiaki's not surprised that everyone pretends he's not a total spazz case with some serious trust issues. Ryuunosuke's mouth is sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.
