12 and 41 for maoichi. smirks
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"H-Hey, wait, w-what are you doing?"
"Hm?" Looking up at them with heavy lidded eyes, Ichimatsu stops.
The two had just finished a heavy make out session, wandering hands abound chests fondled, both hot and bothered, amped up and ready to keep going further. Just moments before, Ichimatsu had asked if he could use his mouth, wanting to bury his face in them so desperately and was on his way to fulfil what he set out to do, he was just taking a small detour. He had been placing kisses all along their stomach, kissing down the curve of their belly, slowly making his way lower and lower. When Mao spoke up, he had stopped, chin now gently resting in the small indent where their belly button was.
"W-Why are you kissing there?" They ask softly, embarrassed. Propped up a bit by pillows, Mao looks down at him, one of their hand at their mouth, the back of their hand pressed against their lips, covering a bit of their face out of shyness.
"We... We've been dating for over half a year now... and you have to keep asking that?" He asks, stoic, eyes heavy lidded.
Mao shifts their eyes away, mild guilt now filling them.
"Mao... I kiss here because I like you... a-and I like this... I like your stomach, a lot." He says, proceeded to bring both hands to their belly and groping at it. "And... I'll keep reassuring you that I do... I really... really really like your stomach... There's just..." He tilts his head down so he can kiss at it again, now at the little space below their belly button. His words are slightly muffled as he speaks into the skin. "So much to grab... kiss..." Oh, he so so so desperately wants to say it, he wants to use the word... he wants to tell them he loves their stomach, but he... he can't he's a coward, he's just not ready to say it. He's even forbid himself from even saying the word around them when even referring to anything else, as if he really used that word all that much to begin with...
"I... I'm sorry I have a hard time believing you... I'm trying, I really am..." They look down at him, watching the top of his head, the bridge of his nose as he kisses.
Ichimatsu speaks between kisses, eyes fluttered shut. "I know... I know... We'll keep... working on it... together."
"P-Promise you don't mind?"
Ichimatsu stops and tilts his head up to meet their nervous gaze. He pulls a hand from where it was gently gripping one of their hip rolls and wordlessly holds up an outstretched pinkie.
Pulling the hand away from their mouth, Mao extends their own pinkie to meet his, the two intertwining. The both sharing a small moment before releasing each others digits.
Then, as quickly as the sweet smile had spread on his lips, it turns a bit malicious, corners morphing the expression to a smirk. "Now... let me show you how much I really like your body, yeah?"
With a little squeak, Mao nods, face bloomed with a deep pink hue as Ichimatsu proceeds to delve between their thighs.
Giggles fill the room, bouncing off the walls of the shared bedroom belonging to the set of sextuplets, though it is surprisingly empty. Lying down, whole futon to himself, Ichimatsu lies at the very end of it in his typical spot, lying flat on his back. Kneeled beside him, his loving partner of only a few weeks, the source of these giggles. For the first time ever, after about 7 or so months of knowing each other, Mao has heard him sneeze for the first time. The result of holding in what could be a loud explosion, is simply a compressed little sneeze that simply sounds like a small, cute little squeak.
As their giggles subside, the hand that had unsuccessfully tried to suppress the laughter moves away from their mouth to sit in their lap with their other hand. "Hehe, I'm sorry Ichimatsu-kun, I just had no idea you sounded so cute when you sneeze."
Ichimatsu's eyes are shifted away, face red out of a mixture of embarrassment, the fever from his cold, and mild anger. He's not angry at them for laughing, that's the embarrassment. No, he's angry that he's gotta sound like that when he sneezes. "Can you just put the cold compress on me and leave." He grumbles.
"Hm? No, I'm not going anywhere." They reply, picking up the cold compress from the bowl of ice water its soaking it, proceeded to wring it out as he continue speaking. "You took care of me last week, it's the least I could do."
"You're... gonna get si-si-si-si-ICHU!!" He sneezes.
Mao sighs and rerolls the towel again so it's perfect, then lean over their boyfriend and with a gentle hand, move his bangs so they can put the cold towel there. "Sick?" They ask.
"Ugh, yeah..." He mutters.
They playfully roll their eyes, still leaning over him a bit. "Isn't that what you told me? This is a result of you taking care of me, remember?"
He closes his eyes, brows furrowing. "We'll end up in a cycle of perpetual sick. It's happened before... then we all turned into Jyushimatsu..."
Mao giggles again, thinking he's joking because he's sick, not knowing that was something that actually legitimately happened. "Well, I think the fact that you couldn't hold back from making out with me is what got you sick.
"I didn't see you complaining." He smirks, eyes still closed.
They scoff a little. "What? You got a lot of nerve, Ichimatsu-kun, I distinctly remembering trying to tell you to stop."
"Yeah, but... emphasis on 'trying,' you were giggling, and saying it like-" He changes the pitch of his voice and softens it a bit, trying to mimic their voice full of little giggles. "-Nooo stooop~"
They reach a hand over and lightly pinch his cheek. "Cheeky fucker."
He lets out a low chuckle before fishing his hand out from beneath the blankets and attempts to push their hand off. "So is that a no?"
"Hm?" They tilt their head to the side, not sure what he's asking.
"No more sick kisses? I think... they healed you, so they'll probably heal me, right?" He opens one of his eyes, trying to peek at them.
Mao's chest tightens... the two of them have just started their relationship together, and the both of them were insufferable, absolutely insatiable. No, they haven't done anything more than kissing, actually, they still haven't even introduced tongue yet, and still... they wanted their lips locked every moment they could, and this was driving them insane. The both of them... Sick, back to back? Torturous.
"I'll... give you a little one." They... they can't help themself, proceeding to move so they're on their knees beside him, but they half tower over him, putting each hand on either side of his head, their pink hair flowing over their shoulder a bit, the ends dusting against his chest.
Ichimatsu now opens both eyes, cheeks flushed, a slight look of surprise settles to satisfaction, his lips curling a little.
Leaning down, Mao goes to place a little kiss at the tip of his nose, but as he was expecting an actual kiss, he tilts his head to meet their lips instead.
Startled, Mao pulls back, towering above him again. "H-Hey."
A smirk sits on his lips. "You didn't say anything about not on the mouth."
Sighing, they shake their head a little. "What am I gonna do with you?"
He doesn't answer verbally, just puckers his lips.
They can't say no... even if they get sick again because of it... it's worth it, it's worth it for Ichimatsu. Moving now so they're under the blankets with him, Mao nuzzles up to him, placing soft kisses on his cheek that trail to his lips as he turns to meet them, neither caring about the cold compress that's fallen, neither caring about the cycle of sickness they'll be putting themselves into.
