— seph 〉

☑ gяєєη zσηє.

@✔ ᵃ j.seph✙k。ᴴ [ PLEASE REPLACE THAT ONE UGLY "I" TOWARD THE END WITH AT "HE" ASLDJFLASDFAL ]

@ᵇ takahiro m。ᴴ [ " s h ort" it's just right wys ;; P.S. "sobriety" I ing, sEE YOU E U E ]

He can't say he's entirely surprised when Takahiro tilts back to his feet--- if anything, he's more astounded that he managed to get him down there in the first place. He levels his gaze with the other for only a fleeting second but something sears itself in the back of his eyes, forcing him to cast that glance elsewhere. He can't quite read the other, can't tell whether or not they'd infringed upon something neither of them intended to even define, but he opts to take the situation at face value. Takahiro's here. He hasn't thwacked him over the head with that bottle (yet). If anything, he's offering it. Offering to stay a while. And maybe offering a bit of something else, but they're still too deep in that dangerous zone to dare retrace their steps.

"Ah, so you admit to it? You know that takes half the fun out of it all." He falls back into jest almost as easily as if the previous seconds hadn't happened. As if his heart weren't imprinting itself into his ribcage with the way it hammered ruthlessly against it. As if he weren't sporting the makings of a very indignant stiffy. Thank god for low lighting.

With a chortle, he reaches out to retrieve the bottle, slipping from Takahiro's front to fetch the corkscrew from his side drawer. "You don't give yourself enough credit, Taka," he admits over the crisp pop of the bottle, a smile ghosting behind the waft of fizzing bubbles. It takes a moment's time to finally meet the his companion's gaze and when he does, he fights for that same unreadable regime. One that compliments their pleasantries despite the concern that ices a path down his spine, even as he offers up the wine. Because as his heart finally settles out of the pit of his throat, he finds it in him to breathe in the hope that perhaps they won't up anytime soon. He's reminded of the man's tears when I all but departed the campus, the sliver of desperation and how easily he'd let them both get caught up in--- whatever this was becoming.

But he'd be damned a thousand times over if he truly allowed himself to hurt this man.

@✔ ᵃ j.seph✙k。ᴴ [ SH ORT IM SO SORRY ]

His fingertips trace the edge of Seph’s pants, nails just grazing the edge of the other’s cotton underwear. His heart seemed to pound in a different way as the lust that once had him so riled up is zapped from him. Reality seems to edge at his peripheral and Takahiro doesn’t feel regret: just a jarring sobriety that awakes him from the heated trance he had been from the start. He doesn’t miss a beat when he zips the other back up and puts his button back in place in an almost polite manner; the wanderlust of his hands and lips towards Seph still lingers in the back of his mind as he rises to his feet. Persay, Takahiro doesn’t feel discouraged either but it— “Doesn’t feel right to do this when we’re… emotionally disadvantaged,” Takahiro sums up the feeling of slight embarrassment that tints his cheeks a roseate hue and his gaze sweeps across Seph’s desk when he gets to his feet, eyes landing on the expensive looking wine settled at one corner.

“Raincheck on the fun, I suppose,” he chuckles and instead, Takahiro offers a better idea when he reaches to take a hold of the neck of the bottle, drawing it closer and examining the label with a surprising calmness that betrayed the look of his disheveled self: unkempt blond tips in all directions and lips swollen - bitten a cherry red. He snorts lightly and mutters, “We once spoke about me being a light weight? Well, that’s better than the inexperienced mess I would be otherwise.”

It’s a joke, it’s a genuinely humorous joke with many implications - these implications invite questions. Takahiro finds himself vulnerable and beginning to lay himself like an open book to Seph— but it’s only the beginning. He’s unsteady about where they stand, what they are doing, where they will go, but he opens himself up just a bit.

@✔ ᵇ takahiro m。 [ TBH THAT'S THE CU R E, that' s w hat i need to do ; c ; I'm so used to tELLING YT what I want, precisely down to the letter but tbh I need to just l E T go and let it take over. It's so---- I love it... It's like my ears are being caressed by a sinful promise hNGAADFA. ]

This man is going to be the death of him.

Like hell would Seph ever admit as much to his face unless it was dragged out between his teeth. But at the moment, his own are far too busy clashing against those of the male before him. Febrile and frantic, their touches dither between vehement and transient. There's something so utterly fleeting in the chase that ensues against the lips that meld into his own, and he wars with himself to seek them out. "Oh, why Taka... Figured you--- , thought better of yourself than that."

He's a little too far-gone to give much of a damn in the way they collide against his desk, and he's all too ready to ensue in the next move until--- "Oh," he utters articulately as his companion descends before him, eyes laced in allure and practically every other carnal thing his lips almost weathered into him. But there's that damned voice that niggles into the back of his head, prodding his conscience and urging him to reel them back. He needed to be sure--- THEY needed to be sure. It was the only sensible thing adults would do in situations like this, right? After all, neither men had made themselves out to be particularly 'scandalous' before now--- yet here they were, near-breathless and panting against the hollow of his cherrywood desk. He abuses his lower lip as that sinful tongue meets his abdomen, and just as he's left all but exposed, he lifts a hand.

"Taka."

He hates the way his voice sounds--- thick and hazy, frayed at the dips in the octaves embedding each syllable. And all ing due to THIS man out of everyone. He'd want to laugh about it in the morning, but a piece of him (the piece that truly sees and digests the image of Moriuchi Takahiro down on his knees for him) can understand why. Seph's hand weaves itself into the other's mahogany locks, lashes hooding his own unreadable gaze as calloused digits trace down to the sculpted curvature of his jawline. "Not a one-way street. You--- can turn back anytime." But even as he says this, his thumb ghosts a butterfly touch beneath the plump flesh of Takahiro's lip. Desire all too imminent. But his inhibitions were desperate to make a name for themselves.

@ᵃ j.seph✙k。 [ y ou tu be. i log out of youtube i just let it go and when it finds something catchy while on autoplay, i save it
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0AfAU8oilU this whole EP is so-- its just so down tempo and "swirling wine" and takaseph- morose and y. also, assume taka's just got a starched button up undershirt + slacks-- office wear woohoo. ]

It seemed like there wasn't a moment to breathe, a moment to think, a moment to really iron out any details that would be perhaps a little important if things were headed the way they were headed-- but the staggering steps took Takahiro back to square one, the dull throb of fear.

Perhaps it was just because he's had the last decade under his control that he fears unraveling into the mess he was once more, and the softness of those lips against his are a siren's call to let go. For a moment he sinks into it, ling the flesh with intoxicated, heady need that made his palms burn and warmth pool in his stomach. On hand grips Seph's neck, only letting the words escape from the miniscule cracks in the feverish kiss because as much as fear held Takahiro back, this was a different type of attraction - purely irrational - that he was eager to explore.

"Pencil me in," Takahiro hisses as his hips knock with the desk, but the pain isn't evident in the way he adds in a breathy moan, hips canting forward, "I-I don't mind-- being a small stop- a-along the wa-ay." The ghost of Seph's fingers against his skin begs all of his attention and Takahiro stumbles through his words - it's almost too slow, too well-thought out, and Takahiro shoves Seph back a step.

Intent burned in his gaze and the way he stepped closer, and sunk to his knees. Hands flatten against Seph's hips and press forward, leaning him back against the desk and the light over head falls just right across the planes of his torso. Nimble fingers reach for the hem of Seph's shirt and lift it to reveal that vulnerable navel; its a bit of a reach but Takahiro draws his gaze up, despite the light beaming down, and his tongue just traces the rim. "Or perhaps you just need to sit back a while," he only hints and feels comfortable enough to swallow down the fear that ebbs away - he has control. In another moment, undone and ped are the fastenings to Seph's pants.

@ᵇ takahiro m。 [ HOW THE FU CK DO YOU HAVE ACCESS TO SUCH SICC BOPS???
+++ I saw and dw I won't tell anyone--- except the world e u e <333 itwascuteissokay ]

He's uncertain just what else he'd been expecting.

Perhaps a quiver of the lip or a stammering explanation that only ricochets off deaf ears. But as his knuckles are pressed against the brickwork behind him, Seph's all but promised exactly the opposite. Buxom lips stamp aggression into the vulnerable hollow of his neck, and he's all too aware that he's a goddamned fool to tilt it back in response. A wordless yield to the implication they've steered themselves in, the droll chortle he emits adding a 'bite' to remind them both that the action is all but amorous.

"Dunno, Taka. Didn't plan on a ravaging in the middle of my office." His hands are restless, disobedient... But Seph's a tad too cautious to let them rove on their own volition. He feels the hearth of Takahiro's frame imprint against him and he allows his dutiful right hand to wander towards the dip in the other's back--- pressing firmly, approving the action whilst entertaining the desire for more.

... What even was 'more' for them? They never ironed out anything. Never solidified a line that etched out any sort of compromise on their part. Just a couple of dumb-s rutting in an apartment Seph neglected to clean the other day; it's simple, disjointed. So painfully them.

"May have had places to go, people to see..." His free hand clasps Takahiro's jawline to ease the male back toward him, intent on resigning back to the familiarity of those lips. With a push forward, he ambles them both--- easing the male step by step back until they're aligned against his (inconveniently cluttered) desk. The legs release a startled screech as their hips knock against it, but that doesn't stop Seph from the hem of Takahiro's shirt. The very tips are the first to venture beneath the fabric, barely grazing the heated flesh there. Wrought taut and suddenly all too surreal. "Have to--- check my schedule."

@ᵃ j.seph✙k。 [ shr u g em o j i ]

@ᵇ takahiro m。 [ e YE e tw IT C hes a t " c aNGD y" ]

@ᵃ j.seph✙k。 [ its only "doing so much" if i dont enjoy it, candy ]

@ᵇ takahiro m。 [ disney s ighs a gianst you
you do so much ;u; thank you ]

@ᵃ j.seph✙k。 [ true. this is true. all replies are compiled in google doc from oldest to newest so read it regularly, like top-to-bottom ]

@ᵇ takahiro m。 [ IT ' S OKAY I THINK WE'VE BOTH COVERED THAT WE'VE GOT THE SAME M I N DSET IN THAT REGARD ]

[ S O RR Y a hem excuse my anally retentive self. ]

[ THATS LIKE THE THIRD TIME I POSTED AS THE WRONG CHAR F U CK M E U P
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NHffhGkpgFA ]

“If you're ing patronizing me right now... Anything but that. Save it for the kids.” The command and the accompanying burning kisses pressed into his the vulnerable vast canvas of his neck has Takahiro burning alive from the inside out, in the sweetest way possible. Twisting his wrist from the wolf’s iron grasp, he takes Seph’s wrist instead and pins it back to the wall, just to get a grip of it, and Takahiro takes it upon himself to guide the other's hand from the wall to Taka's nape.

It's a breathy affair, the kisses unleashing searing want from latency and leaving a buzz behind that Takahiro drunkenly wanted more of; he strung together words between a muffled moan or two, "B-Blackmail or facts-- you d-decide." But being so vulnerable didn't sit well- it had his stomach churning and slight panic welled up, shaping itself into a chastising nip to the other's ear lobe. Takahiro's neck moves from the other's reach as he leans in and his tongue's tip precariously tracing up the curvature of Seph's jugular: a popular place for canines to meet prey in hunting. Control seemed to rush back into his veins with a low growl as he makes the (pleasant) mistake of slotting his hips square with the other; another moan muffles itself against Seph's throat but it resounds against the walls and seems to outline just how big Seph's home office is.

"I don't suppose you planned to stay all night, did you?" Takahiro inquires, unsure where the boundaries were in this sudden tryst, but the thrumming in his chest and every rise or fall egged him on. Plush lips continue to kiss their way up and down the span of creamy skin from nape to jaw, albeit hungry to mark it he resists painting a series of pink and purple blooms.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Fb8nUEmjnynkrzj_cZnS9PPzjyICUpApl6lih-_S-MI/edit?usp=sharing

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