RP Log: Tachibana Kippei and Shiraishi Kuranosuke
Who: Tachibana and Shiraishi
What: Walk in the forest and make out in the sewing room.
When: Last week, a couple days before the new lights went in.
Warning: PG-13
Tachibana emailed Shiraishi earlier that day, asking to meet him at the jogging path that went into the woods. He was planning on taking him to one of the secluded groves that he'd found to talk. They certainly had a lot to talk about, and he'd been putting it off since discovering who Shiraishi was last week. Tachibana leaned calmly against a large oak tree, waiting patiently.
Shiraishi flushed when he'd gotten the email. He remembered their last meeting, and he was torn between going, to satisfy his curiosity, and hiding out of complete embarrassment. Tachibana made control difficult... He decided that he could trust himself to hold off, however, and dressed in the casual uniform to go meet Tachibana. He sauntered up, spotting the boy leaning against a tree, waving a casual hello with a hand that trailed bandages.
Tachibana returned the wave and levered himself away from the tree. He cleared his throat and hoped he didn’t look as nervous as he felt. He didn’t think seeing Shiraishi again would have such an immediate effect on him. He shoved his hands into his pockets to prevent himself from grabbing onto the other boy and doing obscene things to his ass. “Thank you for coming out here. I know it has to be awkward…” He trailed off and watched Shiraishi stepping closer.
Shiraishi's brow twitched. He looked the other guy up and down casually. "Interesting to see what you look like without your yukata," he said dryly, and then wound a stray bit of bandage around his finger. It hurt from where he'd pricked it trying to sew an obi. "So, you ... come here often?"
“Haha… I found this path fairly recently. There’s some good spots to meditate and practice katas further in. Walk with me?” Tachibana noticed the bandage and his brows furrowed. “Are you alright?” He took Shiraishi’s hand into his own, looking to see how badly it was cut or it there was bleeding.
There was a gash from where the needle had slipped sideways. Shiraishi flushed, feeling his hand held by Tachibana, biting his lip. "Just a small poke. Comes with the territory -- nothing to be concerned about." Tachibana was getting close to his bandaged arm, too... He felt a bit self-conscious about it, wishing he'd worn a long-sleeved shirt.
Tachibana let go of the hand after seeing it wasn’t serious and met Shiraishi’s eyes. They were the same smoky shade he remembered. “Hn. From the sewing. I have a few marks as well from the metal work.” Tachibana lay his hand palm side up on top of the other boy’s, showing him the few small burn scars he had and the calluses. He wondered why Shiraishi’s whole arm was covered, but didn’t want to pry yet. He wanted to get to know the other boy first.
Shiraishi was ashamed to admit to himself that he found the scars dead sexy. He turned, putting his hands in his pockets, walking down the path. "What've you been up to, lately? What costume are you working on?"
Walking beside him, Tachibana answered. “Right now I’m working on some metal scrolling to go on padded leather. The art rooms have a jeweler’s crucible and a small kiln. I can’t do any large pieces here without a forge.” He paused and looked around, but kept walking. They weren’t at the spot yet where they could leave the path to find a nearby clearing. “How have you been, Lady Murasaki?” Tachibana’s lips twitched from calling him that.
Shiraishi hid a blush with a sweep of his hand, looking away. "-- No forge?" He frowned. "We'll have to ask the people at the metal shop to aid us." Decisive nod. He wasn't buchou of the cosplay society for nothing. "We'll get you a forge."
Tachibana looked sideways at him. “Hn. I suppose I could use the metal shop, but it doesn’t have the same feel as a real forge. We’ll have to petition for one. How are your festival preparations?” Tachibana wasn’t sure how he was keeping his side of the conversation purely on the business of crafting. He looked up to find the tree that he and Chitose had notched to find the best glade ahead of them. He grabbed Shiraishi’s hand and led him off the path. “Over here”
Shiraishi let Tachibana tug him over there, glancing around. "Secluded," he noted, nodding. "Hm, festival preparations are adequate. Not everyone is as dedicated as we are." He wandered over to a handy tree trunk and sat, stretching out, eyeing Tachibana. "And you? What are you going to wear?"
“Hn… I was thinking of Nobunaga. I might have to get a wig for that though.” He ran a hand through his short hair, not really regretting having cut it except for the gatherings. Tachibana sat on the grass by Shiraishi’s feet and gave him a small smile. “Would you go as Kitsuno and be my date?”
Date. Shiraishi blushed and looked down. Crossdressing date, no less. He bit his lip and considered it, wondering if Tachibana had typecast him in the role of the lady because of Murasaki. "Didn't Nobunaga have samurai?" His lip twitched. "I'd go as your date...as a samurai."
Tachibana blinked and cocked his head. So Shiraishi didn’t always take the noble lady parts? He considered that. Then he swept his eyes over Shiraishi’s lean form, imagining what he’d look like in samurai gear. Hnnn… very nice. “If you like, I could help you dress as Hideyoshi. I could modify some of my armor if you need it.” Oh yes, the blue one would do nicely.
"You would?" Shiraishi lit up a little -- Tachibana's work was amazing and almost distracted him from the fact that he'd been asked out on a date. "I'd love to get in your gear." His smile was warm. "Would you ever want to try one of my kimono? Not sure it would fit, but..."
Tachibana’s heart jolted at the implication that Shiraishi wanted to get into his clothes… even though he knew it wasn’t to be taken in the way his brain went. He chuckled to cover that up and gave Shiraishi a lop-sided smile. “I think I’d look horrible in your kimono. You, however, look amazing in them. You’d look good in or out of armor as well.” He stopped himself there before he really stuck his foot in his mouth.
Shiraishi blinked and blushed further. He couldn't avoid the compliment, so he met Tachibana's eyes instead. "I was happy to see you here, and surprised too. It's nice that we're going to the same school now."
That blush was starting to make Tachibana twitch. He wanted to see what Shiraishi would look like panting with his eyes wide with desire again. He drew one knee up and held it to his chest. “I was just as surprised. But it was a good one. I’m glad to see you again. Have…” He coughed. “Have you written any more poetry since then?” Tachibana had a dozen pages or so of his notebook covered in poetry to this boy. A boy who’s name he hadn’t known and hadn’t thought he’d ever see again.
Shiraishi shook his head, biting his lip. "Actually," he admitted, "it takes me a long time to write anything. I have one..." He thought about it. It was a poem about Tachibana's little forehead dot, obliquely.
“Hn. After I meditate, I can write a lot because I’m not trying to think so hard about it. I just start writing and the words come. I’m not very good at remembering them otherwise.” Tachibana shifted so that he was sitting next to Shiraishi’s legs and crossed his arms on them, resting his chin on his arms. “I wouldn’t mind hearing it, if you can remember.”
"I can't remember it," Shiraishi protested, staring down. This was exactly like the position his puppy took, and Shiraishi couldn't help the smile, resting a hand on Tachibana's hair, petting it a little. "...Remember anything you've written...?"
Tachibana closed his eyes and leaned into the petting. There weren’t very many people he let touch him. Shiraishi’s hand felt really nice. “I don’t remember, but give me a minute and I’ll make a new one… Hn… Stormy eyes of cloud, Reach beneath to touch my soul, Melts surrounding fog… not one of my better ones.” Tachibana opened his eyes to peer into Shiraishi’s stormy ones. The other boy reminded him of moonlight, if Tachibana was the sun.
"Ah." Shiraishi flushed, listening. More love poetry, even if he wasn't Murasaki - ? "I wondered if you were kissing Lady Murasaki, or kissing me."
“You. And I wouldn’t mind doing it again.” Tachibana wasn’t sure where this boldness was coming from. He tried so hard to cage and control himself. He kept his eyes on Shiraishi, wondering how he’d react.
Shiraishi looked around. They were in public, although it was a relatively private grove. "I've thought about that too," he admitted, and wondered how two men went about kissing at a public place like school, especially when they both had their reputations to uphold. He couldn't stop touching the soft curly hair in his fingers, though.
“Hn. Well then… will you go out with me, Shiraishi?” Tachibana felt like he should try to define their relationship before they were too involved. It was odd though, to think that he’d just asked the elegant, gorgeous boy to be his boyfriend and he wasn’t as nervous as he thought he’d be. Tachibana was just happy to be here with him, enjoying his company and straining with the desire to kiss him again.
Shiraishi stared down at the other boy. His intensity was a little overwhelming, and Shiraishi tugged the hair under his fingers. "Let's see if we can go on a date, first," he said, smiling. "Surely you wouldn't simply tie yourself to me without spending some time. This is only the second time we've seen each other." But because Tachibana's look was melting him, he leaned down and gave him a light kiss.
Tachibana leaned up and returned the kiss, lightly exploring Shiraishi’s lips with his own. He caught the other boy’s chin with his and broke the kiss to look at him. “Hn… I think that would be a good place to start; as long as I can keep doing this.” He adjusted his legs to lie flat on the grass and pulled Shiraishi onto his lap, running his hand through his soft hair.
Shiraishi clambered firmly off of Tachibana's lap to sit next to him. They were outside, on school grounds, and he was shy of being discovered. But he did lean in and kiss Tachibana again softly, enjoying the feeling of the other boy's lips.
Not giving a damn if anyone saw them or not, Tachibana slid his tongue into Shiraishi’s mouth, exploring the shape of his teeth and coaxing the other tongue to play. His arms wound around Shiraishi’s waist, holding him as close as possible like this.
Shiraishi gave back in kind, sliding his tongue against Tachibana's, holding him close. It felt as hot as it had last time, but he also felt self-conscious. He broke the kiss. "Come with me to the cosplay club room - ? I have a key." He nuzzled Tachibana's neck.
“Mmmm… a key sounds great.” Tachibana was fully enjoying the nuzzling and imagining what Shiraishi would look like spread beneath him with his face flushed and panting. He stood up, pulling Shiraishi with him and captured his mouth again, letting some of his hidden passion show through the kiss.
Shiraishi couldn't help the breathless little noise -- Tachibana was so completely passionate. He firmly pulled away after a moment and poked Tachibana's nose. "I am not interested in PDAs, just so you know," he said. "But...in private is another matter." He turned and walked back toward the cosplay club's room.
Tachibana chuckled and walked next to him, keeping a couple feet between them for propriety. “It would be awkward and we don’t need the rampant gossip mill getting a hold of it. I think I’d rather keep you to myself anyway.” He respected Shiraishi’s decision about that and agreed with it, he just hoped he’d be able to keep his hands off of him. He’d never felt this drawn to someone so quickly before.
Shiraishi's respect for Tachibana grew when he saw the self-restraint. "-- Do you have siblings?" Shiraishi asked, wanting to know more about him.
“I have a little sister. She’s a tomboy and a handful, always running around with the other kids. What about you?” Tachibana could imagine Shiraishi with sisters that shared his fair looks.
Shiraishi sighed, eyes going a little wry. "I'm the middle one -- older sister, younger sister. Perhaps that is why I developed an interest in girl's garments? They'd always want to dress us as triplets." Shiraishi smiled, seeing their shadows across the grass. Two tall, athletic boys -- they looked good together.
Tachibana smiled at him and squeezed his hand briefly, letting go just before they exited the woods. “They must be gorgeous, if they look anything like you.” He thought Shiraishi was one of the most stunning people he’d ever met. That they already had so much in common with their love of history and role playing just made him feel more attracted to him. They walked closer to the building that had the cosplay room and Tachibana was glad to see that there weren’t too many students on the grounds that would see them enter it.
Knowing that Tachibana had a penchant for girls in the first place, especially ones that looked like him, Shiraishi made a mental note to not ask him over to home until after they'd gotten to know each other for a while. They walked up to the cosplay room and Shiraishi unlocked the door, locking it back behind them. Sewing machines lined the wall and other things. Against one side of the room there was a couch.
Tachibana gave Shiraishi a smile that was suddenly a bit shy. He wasn’t sure what he should do. So he looked around the room for a while, noting the different machines and cabinets of supplies. This was Shiraishi’s territory.
Shiraishi walked over to the couch, feeling much better about this now that they were somewhere secluded. He patted the seat next to him. "Where were we..."
“Hnn… I think we were about here.” Tachibana sat next to his… almost boyfriend and wrapped his arms gently around his neck and waist. He kissed Shiraishi’s forhead and trailed kisses down the side of his face to his jaw, and then moved on to suck on his neck.
"We were," Shiraishi said, giving in to a low growling groan as Tachibana found a nice spot on his neck. He let his hands explore a little, rubbing the muscles of Tachibana's torso, fingernails digging into his back.
Those hands felt really good and Tachibana was restraining from pulling their shirts off. His hands slid up the back of Shiraishi’s shirt, stroking the smooth skin he found there. “Hn… I want you, Shiraishi. Stop me before I go too far.” His mouth nibbled up Shiraishi’s jaw to capture his lips to devour the taste of them.
Shiraishi pondered how far 'too far' might be, but was distracted by the kiss. He fell into it, opening his mouth to kiss Tachibana the way they had in the dressing room, tongue sliding against tongue while their bodies slid together.
Tachibana leaned further against the back of the couch, keeping their lips locked so Shiraishi fell against him. He slid his thigh between the other boy’s legs and could feel their desire for each other mounting. He wrenched his mouth away from those tempting lips to pant for breath. “… Hmmnnn… Too much. Need… to keep our clothes on.”
Shiraishi pulled back, wrapping an arm around Tachibana's shoulders and smiling. "We have time," Shiraishi said, resting his hand on a hard stomach. "Talk for a moment. Tell me about you."
“Hn. I… What do you want to know?” Tachibana kept his arms around Shiraishi’s back, still stroking the skin there. “I live in Tokyo with my parents and sister. I transferred here because my grandfather wanted me to go to a better school. I haven’t really talked to many people yet besides you and Chitose-chan…”
"Chitose?" Shiraishi asked, feeling a faint wash of ... hm, jealousy. "I haven't met many people yet, outside of the club." He rubbed his nose against Tachibana's cheek.
Tachibana liked the feeling of holding Shiraishi in his arms. He felt calm and centered now that they weren’t trying to crawl into each other’s throats. “Hn. Same. I haven’t talked to many people outside of class discussions. Chitose-chan and I have been looking for good meditation spots. We found that glade in the woods a couple days ago.”
Shiraishi raised an eyebrow. "Were you asking her to be your girlfriend too?" He asked with a small smirk, poking Tachibana in the side.
“Hn. No. Just making friends. She’s rather strange. We looked for shapes in the clouds on the commons.” Tachibana liked the girl, but he had trouble following her random thought patterns sometimes. He wondered if Shiraishi was already feeling possessive.
Shiraishi nodded. "Are you ... are you gay?" It was a question that had troubled him for a while until he figured out that he probably was, and there wasn't much he could do about it. Girls just didn't really move him.
Tachibana shook his head. “No. I like both genders. It depends on the person, really.” He held Shiraishi close, wondering if the other boy was, but he wouldn’t ask.
Shiraishi leaned his head against Tachibana's shoulder, simply enjoying the moment. It felt a little scary -- scary to give in, give up some of his autonomy, even if it was to satisfy his body. Scary to be gay. Scary to be open about his life... when he usually was quite closed about it. He put a hand on Tachibana's chest, thinking he was sorry Tachibana wasn't in a yukata...so that he could feel skin.
Tachibana stroked Shiraishi’s hair while he was tucked under his chin. He wanted to kiss the other boy again, but this was a nice comforting moment. He didn’t know what Shiraishi was thinking about or what issues he might be working through, but he didn’t mind that. He could lend this stormy boy some of his strength if he needed it.
Shiraishi took a few breaths, feeling better when he sensed that the other boy wasn't going to push him too quickly. Maybe he was just like Lady Murasaki and required a courtship. "What do you think of school, so far?"
“Hn. It’s not too bad. It took awhile for me to catch up on the current topics, but the classes aren’t bad. I’ll say that the quality of the equipment and facilities is better than I’m used to. How are you doing?” Since they arrived at the same time, Tachibana wondered if Shiraishi had as hard of a time catching up. Chitose hadn’t seemed to have any problem with it.
"A little isolated," Shiraishi admitted. "I came here in the middle of everything, after the convention, and I've been working hard ever since. I don't know many people...tell me about the interesting ones?" His cheek felt good on Tachibana's shoulder, and he stroked the other boy's chest.
“Heh. Well, the most interesting one is definitely you.” Tachibana lightly kissed the top of Shiraishi’s head. “Other than you and Chitose, I haven’t met anyone. Though the journals certainly seem lively with some interesting people. I’ve already been warned to stay away from a few people and to ignore someone called Oshitari if he hits on me.”
Shiraishi snorted. He was the sort to completely freeze someone out if they grated upon his mood. "Is there...a lot of sex at this school?"
“Heh. You’re asking the wrong person. I’ve no idea nor do I care what the rest of the students are up to. I’m of the opinion that personal lives should stay private. With the occasional exception.” Tachibana tilted Shiraishi’s chin up and kissed him again. He couldn’t get enough of that mouth.
"Mmhh," Shiraishi couldn't help but make a noise, hand rising to cup Tachibana's chin and keep his mouth there. It felt good...Shiraishi made the kiss a little more heated.
Tachibana thoroughly explored that delectable mouth, seeking out all the secret, sensitive parts with his tongue. He slid his hand up Shiraishi’s shirt and explored the smooth muscles of his chest. He felt amazing in his arms and he could feel his restraint slipping the longer they kissed.
Shiraishi felt the hand up his shirt and decided to try that, returning the favor. His fingers paused hesitantly on Tachibana's stomach, feeling the muscles, thumb rubbing into his belly button.
Tachibana’s abs flexed and quivered. He wasn’t ticklish, but he wasn’t used to people touching him there either. Shiraishi’s hand felt large and warm, sending goosebumps up his spine. He broke the kiss for air and trailed him lips down Shiraishi’s neck.
Shiraishi tilted his head, thumb rubbing a circle around that quivering bellybutton, fascinated by the way Tachibana twitched at his touch.
“I don’t know why you tempt me so much. I want to surround you and consume you.” Tachibana teased and pinched one of Shiraishi’s hard, flat nipples and claimed his mouth again.
Shiraishi shivered, feeling his body give way even if his mind was telling him that it was going a little fast..."...Hey, now," Shiraishi caught Tachibana's wrists after a moment, breathing hard though. "We haven't even had a first date." He smirked a little, and then bound Tachibana's wrists together with a stray wrapping from his arm.
“Hn. Our courtship at the convention doesn’t count then?” Tachibana smirked and pecked Shiraishi’s nose. He didn’t attempt to get his arms free, though he knew he could if he wanted to. “I’ll just have to take you out to dinner and a movie then for a traditio-… for a modern date.” He stroked Shiraishi’s arm with his thumb, his intense gaze burning into the other boy’s.
Shiraishi smiled. "Dinner and a movie might buy another nipple," he smirked, and leaned in to kiss Tachibana again.
What: Walk in the forest and make out in the sewing room.
When: Last week, a couple days before the new lights went in.
Warning: PG-13
Tachibana emailed Shiraishi earlier that day, asking to meet him at the jogging path that went into the woods. He was planning on taking him to one of the secluded groves that he'd found to talk. They certainly had a lot to talk about, and he'd been putting it off since discovering who Shiraishi was last week. Tachibana leaned calmly against a large oak tree, waiting patiently.
Shiraishi flushed when he'd gotten the email. He remembered their last meeting, and he was torn between going, to satisfy his curiosity, and hiding out of complete embarrassment. Tachibana made control difficult... He decided that he could trust himself to hold off, however, and dressed in the casual uniform to go meet Tachibana. He sauntered up, spotting the boy leaning against a tree, waving a casual hello with a hand that trailed bandages.
Tachibana returned the wave and levered himself away from the tree. He cleared his throat and hoped he didn’t look as nervous as he felt. He didn’t think seeing Shiraishi again would have such an immediate effect on him. He shoved his hands into his pockets to prevent himself from grabbing onto the other boy and doing obscene things to his ass. “Thank you for coming out here. I know it has to be awkward…” He trailed off and watched Shiraishi stepping closer.
Shiraishi's brow twitched. He looked the other guy up and down casually. "Interesting to see what you look like without your yukata," he said dryly, and then wound a stray bit of bandage around his finger. It hurt from where he'd pricked it trying to sew an obi. "So, you ... come here often?"
“Haha… I found this path fairly recently. There’s some good spots to meditate and practice katas further in. Walk with me?” Tachibana noticed the bandage and his brows furrowed. “Are you alright?” He took Shiraishi’s hand into his own, looking to see how badly it was cut or it there was bleeding.
There was a gash from where the needle had slipped sideways. Shiraishi flushed, feeling his hand held by Tachibana, biting his lip. "Just a small poke. Comes with the territory -- nothing to be concerned about." Tachibana was getting close to his bandaged arm, too... He felt a bit self-conscious about it, wishing he'd worn a long-sleeved shirt.
Tachibana let go of the hand after seeing it wasn’t serious and met Shiraishi’s eyes. They were the same smoky shade he remembered. “Hn. From the sewing. I have a few marks as well from the metal work.” Tachibana lay his hand palm side up on top of the other boy’s, showing him the few small burn scars he had and the calluses. He wondered why Shiraishi’s whole arm was covered, but didn’t want to pry yet. He wanted to get to know the other boy first.
Shiraishi was ashamed to admit to himself that he found the scars dead sexy. He turned, putting his hands in his pockets, walking down the path. "What've you been up to, lately? What costume are you working on?"
Walking beside him, Tachibana answered. “Right now I’m working on some metal scrolling to go on padded leather. The art rooms have a jeweler’s crucible and a small kiln. I can’t do any large pieces here without a forge.” He paused and looked around, but kept walking. They weren’t at the spot yet where they could leave the path to find a nearby clearing. “How have you been, Lady Murasaki?” Tachibana’s lips twitched from calling him that.
Shiraishi hid a blush with a sweep of his hand, looking away. "-- No forge?" He frowned. "We'll have to ask the people at the metal shop to aid us." Decisive nod. He wasn't buchou of the cosplay society for nothing. "We'll get you a forge."
Tachibana looked sideways at him. “Hn. I suppose I could use the metal shop, but it doesn’t have the same feel as a real forge. We’ll have to petition for one. How are your festival preparations?” Tachibana wasn’t sure how he was keeping his side of the conversation purely on the business of crafting. He looked up to find the tree that he and Chitose had notched to find the best glade ahead of them. He grabbed Shiraishi’s hand and led him off the path. “Over here”
Shiraishi let Tachibana tug him over there, glancing around. "Secluded," he noted, nodding. "Hm, festival preparations are adequate. Not everyone is as dedicated as we are." He wandered over to a handy tree trunk and sat, stretching out, eyeing Tachibana. "And you? What are you going to wear?"
“Hn… I was thinking of Nobunaga. I might have to get a wig for that though.” He ran a hand through his short hair, not really regretting having cut it except for the gatherings. Tachibana sat on the grass by Shiraishi’s feet and gave him a small smile. “Would you go as Kitsuno and be my date?”
Date. Shiraishi blushed and looked down. Crossdressing date, no less. He bit his lip and considered it, wondering if Tachibana had typecast him in the role of the lady because of Murasaki. "Didn't Nobunaga have samurai?" His lip twitched. "I'd go as your date...as a samurai."
Tachibana blinked and cocked his head. So Shiraishi didn’t always take the noble lady parts? He considered that. Then he swept his eyes over Shiraishi’s lean form, imagining what he’d look like in samurai gear. Hnnn… very nice. “If you like, I could help you dress as Hideyoshi. I could modify some of my armor if you need it.” Oh yes, the blue one would do nicely.
"You would?" Shiraishi lit up a little -- Tachibana's work was amazing and almost distracted him from the fact that he'd been asked out on a date. "I'd love to get in your gear." His smile was warm. "Would you ever want to try one of my kimono? Not sure it would fit, but..."
Tachibana’s heart jolted at the implication that Shiraishi wanted to get into his clothes… even though he knew it wasn’t to be taken in the way his brain went. He chuckled to cover that up and gave Shiraishi a lop-sided smile. “I think I’d look horrible in your kimono. You, however, look amazing in them. You’d look good in or out of armor as well.” He stopped himself there before he really stuck his foot in his mouth.
Shiraishi blinked and blushed further. He couldn't avoid the compliment, so he met Tachibana's eyes instead. "I was happy to see you here, and surprised too. It's nice that we're going to the same school now."
That blush was starting to make Tachibana twitch. He wanted to see what Shiraishi would look like panting with his eyes wide with desire again. He drew one knee up and held it to his chest. “I was just as surprised. But it was a good one. I’m glad to see you again. Have…” He coughed. “Have you written any more poetry since then?” Tachibana had a dozen pages or so of his notebook covered in poetry to this boy. A boy who’s name he hadn’t known and hadn’t thought he’d ever see again.
Shiraishi shook his head, biting his lip. "Actually," he admitted, "it takes me a long time to write anything. I have one..." He thought about it. It was a poem about Tachibana's little forehead dot, obliquely.
“Hn. After I meditate, I can write a lot because I’m not trying to think so hard about it. I just start writing and the words come. I’m not very good at remembering them otherwise.” Tachibana shifted so that he was sitting next to Shiraishi’s legs and crossed his arms on them, resting his chin on his arms. “I wouldn’t mind hearing it, if you can remember.”
"I can't remember it," Shiraishi protested, staring down. This was exactly like the position his puppy took, and Shiraishi couldn't help the smile, resting a hand on Tachibana's hair, petting it a little. "...Remember anything you've written...?"
Tachibana closed his eyes and leaned into the petting. There weren’t very many people he let touch him. Shiraishi’s hand felt really nice. “I don’t remember, but give me a minute and I’ll make a new one… Hn… Stormy eyes of cloud, Reach beneath to touch my soul, Melts surrounding fog… not one of my better ones.” Tachibana opened his eyes to peer into Shiraishi’s stormy ones. The other boy reminded him of moonlight, if Tachibana was the sun.
"Ah." Shiraishi flushed, listening. More love poetry, even if he wasn't Murasaki - ? "I wondered if you were kissing Lady Murasaki, or kissing me."
“You. And I wouldn’t mind doing it again.” Tachibana wasn’t sure where this boldness was coming from. He tried so hard to cage and control himself. He kept his eyes on Shiraishi, wondering how he’d react.
Shiraishi looked around. They were in public, although it was a relatively private grove. "I've thought about that too," he admitted, and wondered how two men went about kissing at a public place like school, especially when they both had their reputations to uphold. He couldn't stop touching the soft curly hair in his fingers, though.
“Hn. Well then… will you go out with me, Shiraishi?” Tachibana felt like he should try to define their relationship before they were too involved. It was odd though, to think that he’d just asked the elegant, gorgeous boy to be his boyfriend and he wasn’t as nervous as he thought he’d be. Tachibana was just happy to be here with him, enjoying his company and straining with the desire to kiss him again.
Shiraishi stared down at the other boy. His intensity was a little overwhelming, and Shiraishi tugged the hair under his fingers. "Let's see if we can go on a date, first," he said, smiling. "Surely you wouldn't simply tie yourself to me without spending some time. This is only the second time we've seen each other." But because Tachibana's look was melting him, he leaned down and gave him a light kiss.
Tachibana leaned up and returned the kiss, lightly exploring Shiraishi’s lips with his own. He caught the other boy’s chin with his and broke the kiss to look at him. “Hn… I think that would be a good place to start; as long as I can keep doing this.” He adjusted his legs to lie flat on the grass and pulled Shiraishi onto his lap, running his hand through his soft hair.
Shiraishi clambered firmly off of Tachibana's lap to sit next to him. They were outside, on school grounds, and he was shy of being discovered. But he did lean in and kiss Tachibana again softly, enjoying the feeling of the other boy's lips.
Not giving a damn if anyone saw them or not, Tachibana slid his tongue into Shiraishi’s mouth, exploring the shape of his teeth and coaxing the other tongue to play. His arms wound around Shiraishi’s waist, holding him as close as possible like this.
Shiraishi gave back in kind, sliding his tongue against Tachibana's, holding him close. It felt as hot as it had last time, but he also felt self-conscious. He broke the kiss. "Come with me to the cosplay club room - ? I have a key." He nuzzled Tachibana's neck.
“Mmmm… a key sounds great.” Tachibana was fully enjoying the nuzzling and imagining what Shiraishi would look like spread beneath him with his face flushed and panting. He stood up, pulling Shiraishi with him and captured his mouth again, letting some of his hidden passion show through the kiss.
Shiraishi couldn't help the breathless little noise -- Tachibana was so completely passionate. He firmly pulled away after a moment and poked Tachibana's nose. "I am not interested in PDAs, just so you know," he said. "But...in private is another matter." He turned and walked back toward the cosplay club's room.
Tachibana chuckled and walked next to him, keeping a couple feet between them for propriety. “It would be awkward and we don’t need the rampant gossip mill getting a hold of it. I think I’d rather keep you to myself anyway.” He respected Shiraishi’s decision about that and agreed with it, he just hoped he’d be able to keep his hands off of him. He’d never felt this drawn to someone so quickly before.
Shiraishi's respect for Tachibana grew when he saw the self-restraint. "-- Do you have siblings?" Shiraishi asked, wanting to know more about him.
“I have a little sister. She’s a tomboy and a handful, always running around with the other kids. What about you?” Tachibana could imagine Shiraishi with sisters that shared his fair looks.
Shiraishi sighed, eyes going a little wry. "I'm the middle one -- older sister, younger sister. Perhaps that is why I developed an interest in girl's garments? They'd always want to dress us as triplets." Shiraishi smiled, seeing their shadows across the grass. Two tall, athletic boys -- they looked good together.
Tachibana smiled at him and squeezed his hand briefly, letting go just before they exited the woods. “They must be gorgeous, if they look anything like you.” He thought Shiraishi was one of the most stunning people he’d ever met. That they already had so much in common with their love of history and role playing just made him feel more attracted to him. They walked closer to the building that had the cosplay room and Tachibana was glad to see that there weren’t too many students on the grounds that would see them enter it.
Knowing that Tachibana had a penchant for girls in the first place, especially ones that looked like him, Shiraishi made a mental note to not ask him over to home until after they'd gotten to know each other for a while. They walked up to the cosplay room and Shiraishi unlocked the door, locking it back behind them. Sewing machines lined the wall and other things. Against one side of the room there was a couch.
Tachibana gave Shiraishi a smile that was suddenly a bit shy. He wasn’t sure what he should do. So he looked around the room for a while, noting the different machines and cabinets of supplies. This was Shiraishi’s territory.
Shiraishi walked over to the couch, feeling much better about this now that they were somewhere secluded. He patted the seat next to him. "Where were we..."
“Hnn… I think we were about here.” Tachibana sat next to his… almost boyfriend and wrapped his arms gently around his neck and waist. He kissed Shiraishi’s forhead and trailed kisses down the side of his face to his jaw, and then moved on to suck on his neck.
"We were," Shiraishi said, giving in to a low growling groan as Tachibana found a nice spot on his neck. He let his hands explore a little, rubbing the muscles of Tachibana's torso, fingernails digging into his back.
Those hands felt really good and Tachibana was restraining from pulling their shirts off. His hands slid up the back of Shiraishi’s shirt, stroking the smooth skin he found there. “Hn… I want you, Shiraishi. Stop me before I go too far.” His mouth nibbled up Shiraishi’s jaw to capture his lips to devour the taste of them.
Shiraishi pondered how far 'too far' might be, but was distracted by the kiss. He fell into it, opening his mouth to kiss Tachibana the way they had in the dressing room, tongue sliding against tongue while their bodies slid together.
Tachibana leaned further against the back of the couch, keeping their lips locked so Shiraishi fell against him. He slid his thigh between the other boy’s legs and could feel their desire for each other mounting. He wrenched his mouth away from those tempting lips to pant for breath. “… Hmmnnn… Too much. Need… to keep our clothes on.”
Shiraishi pulled back, wrapping an arm around Tachibana's shoulders and smiling. "We have time," Shiraishi said, resting his hand on a hard stomach. "Talk for a moment. Tell me about you."
“Hn. I… What do you want to know?” Tachibana kept his arms around Shiraishi’s back, still stroking the skin there. “I live in Tokyo with my parents and sister. I transferred here because my grandfather wanted me to go to a better school. I haven’t really talked to many people yet besides you and Chitose-chan…”
"Chitose?" Shiraishi asked, feeling a faint wash of ... hm, jealousy. "I haven't met many people yet, outside of the club." He rubbed his nose against Tachibana's cheek.
Tachibana liked the feeling of holding Shiraishi in his arms. He felt calm and centered now that they weren’t trying to crawl into each other’s throats. “Hn. Same. I haven’t talked to many people outside of class discussions. Chitose-chan and I have been looking for good meditation spots. We found that glade in the woods a couple days ago.”
Shiraishi raised an eyebrow. "Were you asking her to be your girlfriend too?" He asked with a small smirk, poking Tachibana in the side.
“Hn. No. Just making friends. She’s rather strange. We looked for shapes in the clouds on the commons.” Tachibana liked the girl, but he had trouble following her random thought patterns sometimes. He wondered if Shiraishi was already feeling possessive.
Shiraishi nodded. "Are you ... are you gay?" It was a question that had troubled him for a while until he figured out that he probably was, and there wasn't much he could do about it. Girls just didn't really move him.
Tachibana shook his head. “No. I like both genders. It depends on the person, really.” He held Shiraishi close, wondering if the other boy was, but he wouldn’t ask.
Shiraishi leaned his head against Tachibana's shoulder, simply enjoying the moment. It felt a little scary -- scary to give in, give up some of his autonomy, even if it was to satisfy his body. Scary to be gay. Scary to be open about his life... when he usually was quite closed about it. He put a hand on Tachibana's chest, thinking he was sorry Tachibana wasn't in a yukata...so that he could feel skin.
Tachibana stroked Shiraishi’s hair while he was tucked under his chin. He wanted to kiss the other boy again, but this was a nice comforting moment. He didn’t know what Shiraishi was thinking about or what issues he might be working through, but he didn’t mind that. He could lend this stormy boy some of his strength if he needed it.
Shiraishi took a few breaths, feeling better when he sensed that the other boy wasn't going to push him too quickly. Maybe he was just like Lady Murasaki and required a courtship. "What do you think of school, so far?"
“Hn. It’s not too bad. It took awhile for me to catch up on the current topics, but the classes aren’t bad. I’ll say that the quality of the equipment and facilities is better than I’m used to. How are you doing?” Since they arrived at the same time, Tachibana wondered if Shiraishi had as hard of a time catching up. Chitose hadn’t seemed to have any problem with it.
"A little isolated," Shiraishi admitted. "I came here in the middle of everything, after the convention, and I've been working hard ever since. I don't know many people...tell me about the interesting ones?" His cheek felt good on Tachibana's shoulder, and he stroked the other boy's chest.
“Heh. Well, the most interesting one is definitely you.” Tachibana lightly kissed the top of Shiraishi’s head. “Other than you and Chitose, I haven’t met anyone. Though the journals certainly seem lively with some interesting people. I’ve already been warned to stay away from a few people and to ignore someone called Oshitari if he hits on me.”
Shiraishi snorted. He was the sort to completely freeze someone out if they grated upon his mood. "Is there...a lot of sex at this school?"
“Heh. You’re asking the wrong person. I’ve no idea nor do I care what the rest of the students are up to. I’m of the opinion that personal lives should stay private. With the occasional exception.” Tachibana tilted Shiraishi’s chin up and kissed him again. He couldn’t get enough of that mouth.
"Mmhh," Shiraishi couldn't help but make a noise, hand rising to cup Tachibana's chin and keep his mouth there. It felt good...Shiraishi made the kiss a little more heated.
Tachibana thoroughly explored that delectable mouth, seeking out all the secret, sensitive parts with his tongue. He slid his hand up Shiraishi’s shirt and explored the smooth muscles of his chest. He felt amazing in his arms and he could feel his restraint slipping the longer they kissed.
Shiraishi felt the hand up his shirt and decided to try that, returning the favor. His fingers paused hesitantly on Tachibana's stomach, feeling the muscles, thumb rubbing into his belly button.
Tachibana’s abs flexed and quivered. He wasn’t ticklish, but he wasn’t used to people touching him there either. Shiraishi’s hand felt large and warm, sending goosebumps up his spine. He broke the kiss for air and trailed him lips down Shiraishi’s neck.
Shiraishi tilted his head, thumb rubbing a circle around that quivering bellybutton, fascinated by the way Tachibana twitched at his touch.
“I don’t know why you tempt me so much. I want to surround you and consume you.” Tachibana teased and pinched one of Shiraishi’s hard, flat nipples and claimed his mouth again.
Shiraishi shivered, feeling his body give way even if his mind was telling him that it was going a little fast..."...Hey, now," Shiraishi caught Tachibana's wrists after a moment, breathing hard though. "We haven't even had a first date." He smirked a little, and then bound Tachibana's wrists together with a stray wrapping from his arm.
“Hn. Our courtship at the convention doesn’t count then?” Tachibana smirked and pecked Shiraishi’s nose. He didn’t attempt to get his arms free, though he knew he could if he wanted to. “I’ll just have to take you out to dinner and a movie then for a traditio-… for a modern date.” He stroked Shiraishi’s arm with his thumb, his intense gaze burning into the other boy’s.
Shiraishi smiled. "Dinner and a movie might buy another nipple," he smirked, and leaned in to kiss Tachibana again.