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There's a silvery little houseplant on the narrow windowsill, a maple bonsai and a vase of snowdrops and purple statice on the dresser, a teddy bear wearing a black kimono on the quilt, and an empty food dish next to the bathroom door.

"Come in," Hanatarou says, with pleasant formality.

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His movements stilled, his breath deepened, and his body relaxed slightly; for now, he'd plateaued, but going over the top was definitely on the horizon. Uh, to mix a metaphor or two.

"Ah," he breathed, arching his back and tightening his muscles as Isamu pressed in deep. "That's good," he whispered. The strange texture of the skin-faces against his thigh was just familiar enough to be pleasant.

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Isamu turned his head and kissed Hanatarou's skin - tasting sweat, and breathing in his scent. Isamu liked it, whatever it was that gave Hanatarou his own uniqueness.

It wasn't easy to decide to let go of Hanatarou's wrists, but he figured the 'holding down' promise had been taken care of. He wanted to feel Hanatarou when he came. Isamu wrapped his hand around the girth of Hanatarou's hardness, and luxuriously stroked it from base to tip. He thumbed the slit with increasing pressure, stopping when he completed a slow thrust once more.

"You make ... me want to..." he panted, but his words dissolved into moans.

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"Mmm-- hhah--" Hanatarou sighed; his arms fell askew where they were when released, and were motionless except for his fingers curling up and pushing into his palms.

His cry, when he shivered and came, started out throaty and became almost whining before it trailed off. It was not too loud.

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The white mess spilled over his fingers, and Isamu released his hold. He smirked, and ran his tongue over the body-warm semen. "I'm good to you, aren't I."

The same peaceful pace of thrusting brought Isamu to his end. His eyes stayed on Hanatarou's face until the throes of orgasm forced them closed. He pressed his face against Hanatarou's skin, making high-pitched cries quick and close together.

Isamu could feel his come squish inside Hanatarou as he fucked him lazily a few more times before crawling on top of him. Isamu snuggled up and nosed Hanatarou's throat with a satisfied smile on his face.

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Hanatarou's breathing quieted and slowed, but it was still visible in the movement of his lips and chest. He felt too exhausted and comfortable to bother moving any of his limbs into more 'normal' positions; that, in turn, heightened the strangely pleasant sense of vulnerability he felt lying naked and spent under Isamu.

"Thank you," he said softly after a few moments. "It was good, wasn't it?"

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"Mmm," he assented with a quietly content hum. He breathed deep, taking in the smell of sex. Isamu's muscles were so relaxedly worn out that he wondered vaguely if this was how stuffed animals feel. Hadn't Hanatarou been a stuffed rabbit once? Yeah how--Isamu stopped that thought, because suddenly asking 'is this how stuffed rabbits feel?' would be retarded.

He kissed Hanatarou's throat with no thought to placement or anything besides than how soft and warm this other body felt.

"Hey..." he started, and pulled back so he could see Hanatarou's face. "D'you wanna... ...be my boyfriend?"

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Hanatarou blinked slowly. (He had been vaguely considering asking Isamu what it was that Hanatarou made him want to do in that sentence Isamu hadn't finished earlier... the one that went "you make me want to." ... But this preemptive counter-question erased that thought, or possibly replaced it with one that the full sentence would have been "you make me want to ask you to be my boyfriend".)

"Like..." he answered slowly, "for real?"

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Isamu grinned and resisted the urge to punch Hanatarou on the arm (he didn't have the strength for it anyway).

"Yeah." That was it, before Isamu went back to exhausted snuggling.

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"Okay!"

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