[closed] tanabata blues

[nagano]

⌛ Who: Kaito Nagano and The Real Folk Blues (Setsura Yamaguchi too I guess)
⌛ What: Actually Tanabata
⌛ When: July 7th
⌛ Where: Shibuya, Tokyo
⌛ Warnings: Who knows! It'll probably get spicy or stupid or both Naked people doing the horizontal tango and also maybe a lil teeny tiny bit of body horror 🙂



[ Standing atop one of Shibuya's taller buildings is one (1) Kaito Nagano. It's just a guess, but he's approximated that this is roughly where his apartment complex would stand if he were back home. On the ledge in front of him stands a tall potted bamboo plant. In his hand he has a turquoise-colored paper tag. Some kanji have been brushed onto one side—the empath's wish.

As he reaches forward to hang the paper slip on one of the bamboo's branches, a flood of thoughts clamor in his mind. He's barely been in Nippon for a week, maybe two, yet it feels like an eternity since he last pet his cat, or phoned home, or helped his brother with his homework. The food here is so similar to what he has at home, but the taste becomes bland within bites.

He hasn't eaten since returning from Kyushu.

There's too much familiarity. He feels like he's back in Japan, yet there are no signs of what make Japan home anywhere to be found.

How long will it take to adapt?

Will he adapt?

Kaito finishes adjusting his wish on the bamboo tree before slipping an orange Zippo lighter out of a pocket. With a few flicks, he's ignited a flickering flame—and the paper is set alight. He makes sure to douse the growing blaze before it touches the bamboo's flesh. ]

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[nagano]

[ It feels like an eternity has passed when their lips finally part. Ragged panting echoes off the bathroom walls, and a glaze has started to cloud his vision as he blinks up at her. Her unspoken request is granted, as he reaches out to pepper a few more kisses to her face while stroking her face with his hands. ]

Gloves have to stay on, [ he whispers, nipping at her bottom lip when he draws back. The tip of his cock grazes against her middle, and he looses a shaky groan before he can think better of it.

Despite the cool air filtering into the room, Kaito's fairly certain he could burn up at any moment. Between her emotions, her skin on his, and the lingering taste of her lips...

He's losing more and more focus as time goes on, and he's not sure if he wants it back or if he'd rather completely surrender to Setsura's whims and desires. ]

[chichichi]

[ She's too many, too much, and the soft hum she offers in reply to his whisper is punctuated when she chases his lips, the taste of him in the aftermath of that nip and catches them in the middle of that groan.

She kisses his lips, the corner of his mouth. Her hands travel from his cheek down his neck and hungry lips follow them. While her hands continue to his chest, her lips linger at his neck, kissing and sucking his flesh at varying degrees of sensitivity she's more quickly than slow to roughly crown with the introduction of her teeth. She's none too gentle, her breath hot against skin she's going to leave well marked as her fingers spread and her hands run down his chest, over scars that, even in this passionate, emotional state, sparks some curiosity, albeit something more primal.

She wants to feel him, every inch of him. She wants to hear something more than that groan and it's that desire that sees one hand continue to press its descent and lift slightly over his abs. Just enough for her fingertips to ghost over his skin and yield a graze of black nails that travel down, down over skin and scars past his naval. They sweep up and off light as a feather and they're gone for all of a few seconds.

In the next, her forefinger finds the tip of his cock and she bites him hard, her tongue flicking over the spot. Her fingers cascade from the tip and curl one by one to grip his cock firmly, her thumb ghosting over the tip once again, and, despite her present angle, deep violet eyes are presently peering up at his face. ]

[nagano]

[ Every touch of skin on skin feels like sunspots flaring well out of control. She's certainly too much in this moment—the passion that hangs heavy in her aura mixed with their combined desires is quite frankly overwhelming.

Yet, that's exactly what he wants in this moment. So when her fingers coil snug around his cock and her teeth clamp down with enough bite to break skin, Kaito throws his head back and lets his inhibitions sink away.

Her gaze meets his chin, but enough of his face is visible that she can catch a glimpse of the empath's open-mouthed smile as a deep, rumbling moan echoes from his lips. Gloved palms brace against the floor as his entire frame trembles—and his hips begin to rock in a bid to start thrusting into her hand.

After a moment, he glances back down at her. Golds are foggy with lust, lips are parted, and his chest is heaving with each breath. His expression silently words a request.

More. ]