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⟅ ⚜ It is a bit strange how familiar this feels, but also not–Tadashi being here. Their casual encounters, or so it seems.
Maybe it is just in his own head, with just how comfortable he is being around the other, whereas they have all the awkward motions one must have to someone they might fancy. In a way, Adam feels guilty for it. This being an instance where shame rides him more often than usual.
Nearly completely unclad, with his back turned to them, till the door opened. The prince twists his body around to see Dashi standing there. The last to go is his shirt, to which is he shrugs off in the process of his movements looking at the other in the doorway. It flutters to the ground in a heap with everything else. Having the intention to shower.
❝ I–uhh…❞
Should he cover himself?What reaction should he give them to this? Just turn back around and act like it is nothing? Welcome them in? That last one would be more likely to be the option if this were the 18th century, however, this most certainly is not. This is a young man in his early twenties, a college student. Societal norms in courting are far different. Especially for... sodomites. With not much experience in relationships at all. He does not know Adam in the way that Dashi knew him back then...
Swallowing thickly, Adam waits. Waits to see just what they might do in this instance, but whilst doing so… All the old prince can do is stare. Stare right back— And try not to think of what he wants their reception to be.
But-- Adam decides to take a plunge. A little saying he has learned in this time period; You Only Live Once. [except Tadashi, apparently]
❝ I was going to take a shower...You could join me... If you want. I would not mind a little help in hair washing~❞⚜ ⟆
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⟅ ⚜ ❝ UmmPH!–❞
–vocalizing out loud, taken by the sudden advancement on his lap. Folding to the side his newspaper, making it crinkle in dissent.
Lounging on Tadashi’s bed for the time being, while he worked on something. whether it be school, some personal project– it looked interesting, but also quite minuscule. Not wanting to seem overly nosey, the dark strawberry blonde retired to the mattress… However long ago that was, but now ...Suddenly being approached–
Direct and surprising– long fingers wrap around involuntarily. Working to claim the outsides of Dashi’s denim covered thighs. Fingertips playing with the seams, drawing his nails up into the creases. Looking up at the other who hovered on top of him, a smile clearly taking over his features. Their very presence lightening Adam’s mood overall.Pearly whites appear beneath his silken plush lips. Dimples displaying to show his sentiment. The soft tickle of their bangs playing over his forehead, intermixing with his own tendrils.
Mmm...
❝ Mm–Mon amour...Are you in need of something?❞
Tilting his head, not caring that he might be disheveling his hair with his movements. A coquettish expression appearing, brows raising to reflect this. The coy glimmer within the prince’s blue hues, he truly adores their persistence. Truly adores them. Their sudden need for him like this, whatever it is– it lets Adam know he is wanted. How can one be so in sync with him like this???? It is a mystery.
❝ I know those long hours spent in deep thought can bring about a build-up, a mental gridlock of sorts… Perhaps … I can help relieve that? Unless you were just looking for some attention, m?❞
Fingers slowly crawl up to fiddle with Tadashi’s belt loops, using them like reigns to pull on. He yanks them up, towards his middle– angling the other to blanket over him so he might catch their lips.
❝ Unless you are trying to tease me, in that case… I must say that- that isn’t very nice. You could at least dance for me then…? ❞
Smirking softly against them through a breath. Even if they may be implying something less innocent, he does his best to resist the sudden urge he has to buck his hips upward toward the warmth of the other. Instead, pushes all of the action and need into his leg, making his knee helplessly bounce as if he had one too many espressos.⚜ ⟆
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⟅ ⚜ God...
T a . . . D a s h i--
❝ Mmmph... ❞
Rolling his neck, looking South, towards the direction of his navel. Adam’s bangs fall in front of his face, watching the other. Hair a mess from having been ruffled and yanked on. He already glanced around the lab to make sure no one was coming, having looked at least 10 times, no one else could be here. Dashi had assured him... And reassured him.... And reassured him AGAIN. But even so, he knows he must keep quiet. The walls are thin, people like to stay late to work on their projects... Swallowing thickly-- looking down at the other, beginning to press kisses there -- and he has to keep quiet??? quite the task, no?
Mouth slackening. Agape-- half-lidded eyes follow the other’s map making of kiss and teeth marks.
Breathing heavily due to the slight shock, a faint twitch of a smirk begins to exhibit itself at the right corner of Adams pretty mouth. He bites his lower lip, watching the other. Toes curling with each tender press. The hold they have on his body, making Adam wrinkle his nose, chest heaving. Their ministrations continuing to hit all those spots that place the old prince on edge. Adam immediately placing his hands to their shoulders. Long fingers running through their hair. Intending to mess it up like they had to him, but the idea of messing them up, in general, sends a thrill through the prince. That word having negative connotations, suddenly sounds appropriate for this. It is raw, alluring-- suggestive.
❝ Merde...❞
A shaky moan suddenly escapes. Damn it.
Bowing his head down instantly, cutting off the vocalization he replaces the sound with a shutter. The prince shoves the knuckle of his pointer finger into has mouth as a makeshift gag-- leaning back against the desk for support. His knees are buckling.
Nearly bare, nearly exposed to the cold room full of electronic appliances-- but willing to be displayed for the other, Adam awaits them to explore further and remove any further articles that should be removed if they intend to advance.
Softly, he pulls his wetted finger from his mouth to brush across the exposed skin of the nape of Tadashi neck--other fingertips to follow, to express his encouragement since he could not do so vocally.
Leaning back just a bit further for more support, Adam spreads his legs to accommodate. Bringing his height down a smidge.
❝ God, you are so beautiful ... ❞ This angle only enhancing the look in their eyes, it makes Adam’s insides burn with want.
❝ Mm-- ... Please do not stop-- Dashi, please. ❞⚜ ⟆
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⟅ ⚜ He said he would bring Adam to one of these things. Of course, he had been to one before. . . Some decades ago. . .
Okay, so perhaps he was not so keen on attending one of these things. It was nice when it first started with the black and white, but technicolor opened up everything and the language paired with certain subjects became too chaotic. He never has time for these-- it is better to listen to music, read, drink-- But since meeting Tadashi, Adam’s mind had changed. He wanted to dive into their culture, to understand to be a part of their life better. . . A sweet notion. A ridiculous one. He could not admit it outright, for fear of the very one finding out how foolish he is. Dashi already refers to him as being old, and being a tree. A ‘dweeb’ as he would put it. After defining this word in the more recent dictionary; Socially inept, boring, studious-- [funny how this was Adam’s long passed steed’s name] Adam learned very quickly he had to change some things. Not change who he is per-say, but at least educate himself about the generation Tadashi belongs to.
Owning trades in companies that relate to younger generations with their products, it could use as a good cover for Adam’s reasoning into delving into this little project of his. He does not want them to know how desperate or ‘whipped’ this might portray him to be. However, Adam is determined to make the effort, all whilst gaining their affections.
He is already quite ridiculous. If anything else ‘out of the ordinary’ happens-- he is sure to make them snap, potentially chase them away. At least, that is how Adam feels. He does not doubt Dashi’s loyalty, rather he might come to realize what is most practical. What is in his own best interests, which would be... To drop Adam completely.
But Adam will not let any of this happen! He will try---
So here they are... Attending one of these things. Adam had read up on pop culture, he knew Tadashi had never seen this film before-- and according to pop culture, this is one of those that is essential to ‘ their culture’ to know. Yes.
Adam... Rented out an entire movie theater for the hour. Just so they could show Star Wars.
It has been ages since the old prince has been to the theater. So much has changed. People used to smoke, they would show the news. It would be loud, overly crowded. So many unpleasantries going on. The film hurt his eyes--the music would be off tune for the systems. However, seeing it now...
Everything has advanced!!! The volume is almost too realistic, it puts Adam in a momentary state of panic. Gripping the provided armrests, eyes widening, emitting a loud gasp--Adam’s chest heaves. Attempting to read the fast approaching English on the screen. He is a little dizzy by the perspective, but it is all at once thrilling--
OH! The realism!! If Tadashi looked now, he might see the look of utter amazement on Adam’s face. Similar to a child witnessing a magician.
After some time, the prince’s eyes begin to wonder. Wanting to have a look at Tadashi’s face. To see if this is worthy, if he has proven himself yet. Still a dweeb??
Peering over, Adam watches their gaze. Focused on the screen-- staring at them a long moment, watching their expressions fondly. He must be enjoying it, for they remain fixated-- a faint smile takes shape on the strawberry blonde’s lips. He likes this. Them. Their time together--
And he likes them, quite a bit. Not because of the obvious-- Of course they resemble something of Adam’s past, the likeness is uncanny. Their voice, some of the ways they make expressions, their brother. Adam finds little things here and there that would remind the prince of someone he once loved, someone he lost... And how unfair that tragedy was, but for Tadashi here.
Adam is beginning to . . . daresay fall for this. Their quirks in this time, the other expressions that the older did not make. Their vocabulary, what events and objects they have had experienced and accessed. The prince is beginning to love them for who they are now-- it is unsettling, and Adam is still just yet to realize. But what he does realize, is that he wants this. Them. He will prove himself, however long it takes. Studying them just a bit longer, in a discreet way, Adam stops paying his attentions to the film completely, only so he can try to make this one, very brave move...
Flexing-- aching, Adam looks down at their hands. Having had their fill of popcorn. It is evident since their hands now rested on their armrest. So close to his own. It makes Adam’s heart swell at the thought. He intentionally brushes his knuckles against theirs. It is quick, it is a test to see. Like a toe dipping in water to whether jumping in may be a good idea. The brief contact sends a child. For some reason, hand touching-- holding, the entire idea makes Adam’s face heat up.
Like some child holding a fondness for a classmate of theirs, a typical trope. Adam senses he is fulfilling it, but it cannot be helped. His hands are outlets and inlets at once, they are sensitive-- they are an expression that is not to be taken lightly.
Blue eyes flick over just after making his little test. Looking to see if they may shifted from him-- Sighing, the prince smiles to himself. They do not seem to mind?
He closes his eyes with a solid blink and dives in-- fixing to grasp the top of their hand, casually. But just as his palm comes down, it is met with the lingering heat of their fingers. The hard surface of their arm rest. Quoi! Looking over, panicking-- had they noticed!!! ??
No, they just retracted to cover their mouth in order to yawn. Ok. Adam takes a moment to yawn himself, making another leap of faith-- he stretches up high with his long arm. Classic in his intent-- he begins to put an arm over the top of their backrest... Put in doing so he notices them pulling away. What!?
Looking over, worry all over his face-- Maybe he is going too far, but then he realizes them pulling away to sneeze. Adam nearly takes the plunge to wrap his arms completely around them, but they are already standing-- walking away to take a break of some sort. And Just as Adam reaches for them, he quickly meets himself in an aggressive self embrace.
Muttering lowly to himself ❝ mon dieu... ❞.
The moment Tadashi returns, Adam without a thought. Not even casual. Returning to him the title of --
dweeb
--grabs Dashi’s hand very rather hastily, without hesitation. Pulling their coupled palms, to his arm rest. Softly grazing a thumb over their knuckles. Holding them like they might disappear from him again. Looking over at them to see their expression, chest heaving-- he studies to see what they think. Realizing his mistake...
He forced this. It is ingenuine. Nodding to himself, he lets his hand go limp, just incase they may want to pull away... But as he relaxes, he starts to feel their pulse against his wrist. Beating. Adam is certain his pulse is too fast to tell, and if they can tell then they must know how nervous he is. He just wants to make them happy, and spend his time iwth them. is that so hard to convey??
Allowing long fingers to shift more comfortable, and become animated. They graze of their theirs-- the connection of their fingerprints [individuality],, the creases within their palms-- the direct heat from it... it all melds and combines. Just this touch alone stimulates, releasing much needed enorphins into the prince’s blood stream, seeming to purify him in a way. Making him feel far more mortal-- like he belongs here. Because he does belong here, doesn’t he? Smiling faintly to himself... Okay, dweeb he shall be. He will accept this other nickname if they feel they need to dub him again with another. Adam is just ecstatic to be here with them, and grateful that they allow him near them--
Timid nature getting the best of his confidence. Anxiety ruling that it is better to have them come to him, rather than force such interaction. -- the effects of their contact provide a dizzying sensation. Dropping his eyes to the chair in front of him, hoping to refocus-a gracious smile appears. He does not force himself to look at them, it is too difficult.
❝ Thank you.❞ Adam whispers, giving their hand a gentle squeeze, before softly allowing himself to slip from their grasp.Just incase this too uncomfortable.⚜ ⟆
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⟅ ⚜ It is a soft gasp that accompanies the one step Adam takes, attempting to hold his ground. Keeping his footing– yet this small step seems redundant. Joints are caused to quake and buckle beneath his 6′7″, and for once he falters in his graceful ways. This simple act from the other is startling, it is quick, it is slow– it is neither. Any sense of time prior to this has become a distant thought, and Adam is doing all he can to keep up.
This kiss is clumsy. It is sudden. it is probably considered sloppy to most… But this kiss is one that has been anticipated for so long, Adam could practically taste when near them. It is a surprise, but it is not one he wishes to push away from.
Now that it is here, he dares to clutch the sides of their shoulders to keep them in place so they might find that their advances are being received in a way that is welcomed. Humming against them in both surprise and approval– Adam’s hands slowly palm over their shoulders, down their back to pull them to him. Draping over them with his long arms. Lips running over the others, correcting their fit when pressed together– then un-correcting to pull at their bottom lip before pulling back just far enough so that their breaths mingle.
A bit conflicting, seeing as how they are just like the lover he had ages ago, and yet … So different.
So intoxicating…
so Tadashi.
Mind swimming, Adam cannot regain whatever composure he had before. More vulnerable than ever–he cannot play another front, since the current had been so viciously pulled away from him.
❝ how long?…❞ Asking softly. Referring to how long they have been wanting to take the initiative to do something like that.
How long, as in— how long have they liked him? How long, as in–how long has it been since they kissed, considering Tadashi’s old life? How long, as in— how long has it been since Adam has felt his loneliness cured? If even for just a moment. It is more satisfaction than what he has had in so long. ⚜ ⟆
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⟅ ⚜ Having observed them for a while–assuming that the angle of their neck, and the way in which they lean might be a bit of a strain. It looks to be too difficult to pay the proper attention anymore. The slanting of their muscles. Constant Shifting. Having attempted asking them whether or not they might need a break, but nothing. Lost in their work—As if they were in some sort of zone, mentally.Unable to divide their attention from the delicate project– this showcase is quite a bit admirable to Adam. One looking so studied, so determined and committed, nonetheless– He realizes that he must do something. Anything to help make this better–
Making his way behind them, he leans against their back– curious as to what sorts of things they are involved in.
Slowly— letting a hand drift up to the back of their neck… Adam begins to rub his thumb against the tangled spots. Finding the strained, tight areas— being aware of the hard part where the spine is apparent, Adam works on them– One hand casually becoming two.
❝ I hope you do not mind–, you just seem quite tense.. ❞ Thumbing up and down their shoulders— it does not take long for the itch to surface within the prince. Their natural, scent– the look of the raven hairs softly gracing the nape– Looks just like them. Their voice. The way they hold themselves, it may not be exact but it is so reminiscent. So
Tadashi….
Slowly– leaning in. Forgetting the year he is in. Naturally falling against the back of their neck. The prince presses warm lips– softly… Letting them linger, moving them again, lathering before pressing another in a spot that goes higher, closer– their taste… Is just like them.
Again. Moving closer– Whispering their name against them… He should stop. They… Are a fantasy– now… A memory– Realizing suddenly that he is practically kissing a a friend. A friend who trusts him, Adam immediately steps back dropping his hands– and begins to apologize.
❝ I am… Sorry I didn’t mean to. I was…
i should… i should leave. I did not mean to overstep my boundaries. ❞ Anxiety getting the best of him, he reels–⚜ ⟆
