Welcome to Tokyo, Japan. January, 1991. The world has entered the technology era, portable phones, home computers, internet, video games. Japan quickly became the epicenter of the latest and greatest. Companies and factories flourished. Where money was, people followed. And while many rose to live a comfortable, happy, and delightful life from this new found money... Others did not. You see, money has this effect on people that can't be outdone. People will do anything for it. And when it starts slipping into the wrong hands, it's impossible to stop. Benethe the day time laborers and the double-shift workers, a seedy underbelly of syndicates exists. Narctics, black market, organized crime, money laundering, you name it and it's been growing as fast as the upper world economy. While many do it just to stay alive, there's those who make it their posh lifestyle. Either way, there's only one question. What would you do if the money was good enough?
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Oh now this was dangerous. That lighthearted giggle drifting from Eden's lips was far too tantalizing a sound for Koto to not turn a matching shade of crimson. His mind was already traitorously scouring for ideas on how to get that sound out of him again, especially if he could manage to get that tint to return to his cheeks. Flushed was a far too endearing look for the young man. [break][break] "I-I'm not on your arm so...I feel bad." [break][break] Ah, yes, there was that sobering reminder, the entertainment in that flirtatious exchange chilled by the words. Eden wasn't his, wasn't there for him. Hell, worse yet, he was there for someone else, someone Koto really, truly couldn't risk pissing off, not when he and Sudohara were so close to sealing that deal. Doesn't mean you can't look... his thoughts interjected, perhaps spurred by that demure expression Eden bore as he glanced away. Or touch... That one was, without a doubt, inspired by the feel of those fingers trailing his skin. A shiver ran down his spine, his tongue slipping out to wet his suddenly dry lips. His mind, split down the middle, screamed. He wanted to reach out, to solidify that ghost of a touch, in the same moment he knew that would be one of the biggest mistakes of his career. [break][break] "You're welcome..." he murmured in return, his voice returning to that quiet, intimate tone, his susceptibility to each of those pretty lures so blatantly obvious. His hand even twitched when that touch was pulled away, some beginning to a grasp that never completed, Koto attempting to cover the move by lifting running those digits back through that fluff of ginger. [break][break] As Eden glanced away, mercifully giving him a moment to compose himself after that all-too-enticing moment of affection, Koto couldn't help but wish he had down twice the amount of drinks. If he was blitzed, he could justify that attraction, could justify acting on it, could justify ruining the deal with Nobuhisa. It wasn't a perfect out, but it was at least a more forgivable one than him just being a shitty human being. Eden was off limits, was not allowed for a plethora of different reasons. [break][break] If only that didn't make him all the more tempting. [break][break] "M-Masakoto I may step out for some fresh air once our drinks come...if you'd like to join me I certainly wouldn't mind; crowds make me a bit anxious." [break][break] He knew. Koto wasn't an idiot. For as much as he hated the subtle undercurrents of social interactions, he'd spent his life surrounded by the socialites of Japan and the world alike. He wasn't the best at navigating those undercurrents, but he wasn't completely oblivious to them. And he'd been approached by enough high-society women at these functions to know the subtleties that went with sneaking away. [break][break] Just because you go with him doesn't mean anything is going to happen. [break][break] He knew it was dangerous, knew that saying yes in and of itself could mean him kissing that deal goodbye, knew that he'd have to try especially hard to keep himself away from this endearing man when other's weren't looking, knew that he'd have to do a hell of a lot to try and fix whatever mess was brought on by disappearing with Nobuhisa's date, even if it was under the pretense of something innocent. He knew all of this... But ignorance was bliss, even if it was forced, right? [break][break] "I'd love to..." [break][break] That same quiet tone, like they were murmuring secrets back and forth, like they were in their own little world, not sequestered away at the bar of that grand ballroom. [break][break] "...Eden." [break][break] As if on cue, the bartender returned. Koto turned, nodding graciously as he grabbed both of the offered drinks from him. There was a knowing light in the man's eye that sent a spark of worry down Koto's spine, but he brushed it off as he turned to hand Eden his drink. He kept his eye on that pretty visage as he took his first sip from that refreshed glass, gaze lingering as he gestured for Eden to lead the way. [break][break] "After you," he murmured, a nervous edge to his tone, but nothing nearly strong enough to send him back to Sudohara's side. "And just Koto is fine."
Sorry for the bad news, sorry I'm so bad. Only took a minute for me to get what you had. Sorry for the bad news, know it makes you sad. I’ll be here for a minute baby you should pack your bags
NOTES I need to see Masakoto's permit to be that cute
"You're welcome..."
Something about how Masakoto had uttered these words sent a shiver up his spine. His voice was entirely too enticing...so soft it ran across Eden's brain like warm honey. Oh the things he would do to hear more of that voice...how wonderful it might sound in the dark, whispered into his ear. Perhaps the little raven was getting far too ahead of himself, the alcohol in his system tended to get to him like that. In reality, it was likely that nothing would happen but...the possibilities were truly endless. He'd throw away Nobuhisa's paycheck in a heartbeat for a night with the red-head if given half a chance.
Though some part of Eden, the part that was aware of his capabilities, knew that he had a very real chance of having his cake and eating it too. Perhaps he could do god knows what with the ginger, and then lie and manipulate his way out of either of them suffering any consequences; though he had no idea about the business deal. However he didn't doubt that it would emerged unscathed given Eden's...particular talents. The last thing he'd ever want was this lovely man getting in trouble on his account; especially if he was doing something Eden asked for.
He could hardly help the little smirk that found its way to his lips as Masakoto agreed to accompany him...perhaps there was a chance after all; if nothing else it had significantly increased with that agreement. His skin prickled in delight at the way his name was uttered, oh yes he would move mountains to hear such a thing again. Some strange part of him loving the tone that the red-head had taken on; he needed more of that sound, it was almost as intoxicating as the drink he was handed by his newfound companion.
Gently, he took it from him, those baby blues flitting up to Masakoto - no, Koto - for a brief instant before shying away, that smile of his having gone soft and sweet like melted sugar.
"Thank you Koto..." He murmured, before gently brushing past the red-head and making his way towards the ballroom entrance, sipping upon his drink casually; as though he weren't sneaking off with a man who wasn't his date. Eden moved relatively quickly then, acting like he belonged there as he put a 3 ft distance between himself and Koto. If one acted like they were doing nothing wrong, it was less likely to rouse suspicion; if you acted like you owned the place then...well everyone would certainly look the other way. He didn't slow down until they were far from the ballroom, his black dress fluttering behind him and exposing more of that pretty leg the ginger eyed earlier. Soon enough they were on a different balcony at the opposite side of the building that was deserted; much more quiet and intimate...yet still breath takingly beautiful. It was only once they reached it that he stopped to breathe, to take a sip of his delightful drink and pull that burgundy blazer tight around him again.
"Thank you for coming with me, Koto, I-...it's a lot nicer than being out by myself or with Nobuhisa." He murmured, his voice soft and quiet again as he moved from the entrance of the balcony and to a metal bench against the rails not too far away. The black heels he wore clicking gracefully across the concrete floor. At least now, if the red-head wanted to he could venture closer...without worrying about any prying eyes. Should he have admitted that he enjoyed Koto's company more than the older gentleman's? No, probably not...however considering that Koto already knew Eden would need a strong drink to withstand the man; he felt that he was with safe company.
Perhaps his statements made themselves obvious but, beyond the paycheck there was nothing between him and the older businessman. It was yet another agreement, a contract employment that Eden honestly didn't need. He'd lied, cheated, and stolen so much money out of those who deserved it that realistically...he'd never have to work again and still wouldn't put a dent in that money. It was only for lack of entertainment and loneliness that he carried on working as an escort in the first place. If given half a reason though...he'd forsake the job within seconds and never look back.
"T-thank you again for the drink, it's delicious...!"
"Thank you Koto..." [break][break] Oh yes, Eden's lips wrapping around his name like that was going to be one hell of an issue. Just that simple murmur sent a traitorous shiver down his spine, Koto grateful his companion had started moving and, hopefully, managed to miss the way his teeth subtly dug into his lower lip. He watched for a moment before moving, allowing Eden to keep that distance between them, though even as he started off from the bar his gaze continued perusing all too dangerous places of observation; the curve of Eden's neck, the sway of his hips, the damnable smooth of that revealed calf. [break][break] He was glad he had the wherewithal at the very least to watch where his feet were going, careful to avoid tripping over himself as he followed Eden's lead and headed to the balcony. He avoided as much eye contact as possible, even as he tried not to make his appreciative gaze on the other's form too obvious, distracting himself with further sips at that amber liquor, letting it warm his system and justify his darkened cheeks. [break][break] Nothing's going to happen... Nothing's going to happen... You're going to behave yourself... Nothing's going to happen... [break][break] Repeated over and over again in his head, the words like some panicked mantra even as he so easily slipped into a position to contradict them. For as much as he wanted this to lead to something, the scandal of it as enticing as the man involved, he still was in enough control of himself to understand why it shouldn't. He just had to stay in control of himself and his impulses and not let it go too far... [break][break] "O-Of course," he murmured to that first thank you, avoiding sputtering anything too flirtatious or noteworthy. He cleared in throat, not a particular fan of that stuttered declaration, and followed the other's movements. [break][break] He told himself to sit at an appropriate distance, he really did, but a million excuses for why he should sit so close circled his mind--it was cold, they were alone, Eden seemed interested, he wanted to, etc.--resulting in that less-than-subtle way their legs smooth against one another. His arm, too, decided to work against his more responsible inclinations, draping across the back of that bench so that his hand rested beside his companion, his fingertips ghosting the other's shoulder. There was a moment of hesitation in which he contemplated tugging that touch away, but some bullshit excuse about how much more awkward that would be kept him lingering. [break][break] "I'm glad you like it," he replied, the flash of some authentic smile across his features before it was hidden behind that whiskey tumbler once more, the sting of the expensive liquor keeping him grounded. As he pulled it from his lips, eyes trailing far more openly along the length of that black-clad form, he, perhaps more out of nerves and grasping at something to pull that lilt of endearing laughter from Eden again, teased "So how much did Nobuhisa have to pay you to get you into that?" A moment, brief, filled with some faint bit of awkward laughter on Koto's part, and he hastily added, "Not that I'm complaining; you wear it remarkably well. I just could have avoided looking like an idiot earlier if you'd come in something a bit more traditional."
Sorry for the bad news, sorry I'm so bad. Only took a minute for me to get what you had. Sorry for the bad news, know it makes you sad. I’ll be here for a minute baby you should pack your bags
NOTES I need to see Masakoto's permit to be that cute
The entire way there, he could feel Koto's eyes on him and how tantalizingly deceptive his form was; the corset under that dress was truly magic. It was a shame that the handsome red-head seemed insistent on keeping his hands to himself, oh the things Eden would do to feel one of them on the small of his back or at his waist. So needless to say, the other man's decision to sit so close and even put an arm around the bench behind him surprised the little scorpion at first...however he quickly cozied up to him. Drifting so close that only a centimeter laid between them and the scent of Masakoto's cologne drifted over his senses. God he smelled as good as he looked, sweet...yet muted, like vanilla and almonds almost. Had Eden been more tipsy, he might've commented on it right away; though he managed to hold his tongue for now. Perhaps the ginger would catch the scent of lavender and sage, though that was the one area Eden preferred a little subtlety; if he was close enough to catch it...well...perhaps this evening would have a happy ending after all.
That smile...so pretty and captivating, it made the butterflies in Eden's stomach soar and only made him more thrilled at the closeness while he sipped on his drink with a flush. He found himself giggling slightly, a genuine grin gracing his lips for the first time in a while at the wonderful sight. Surely no bad person could have a smile so beautiful...right? If nothing else, it made Eden relax a little, he wanted to lean against him more; really turn up that affectionate edge that he was so known for. That little extra push to really charm and woo someone. He wanted the red-head so badly, that he would've been satisfied with ending the night with just a kiss...however he could always hope for something more. Some strange part of him wanted to get to know him, to really scope out this Masakoto and see who he really was, how he treated people...that would determine his fate with Eden. Would he get a little bit of heaven before the hell?
"So how much did Nobuhisa have to pay you to get you into that?"
This elicited a flush from the raven, he wasn't about to hide that he was an escort but...perhaps it was more obvious than he wanted to believe. He wasn't at all upset by the question, but it did make his heart pound a bit, it wasn't something he ever intended to lie about. The raven had done and would do a lot of morally reprehensible things, but he'd never lie about being a sex worker; that felt too far even for him. So rather than avoid the question, he simply answered it head on, casting a shy glance up at Masakoto as he spoke.
"A-an extra thousand on top of the total for the evening..." He replied, his cheeks alight with a pink flush once more, as they'd been so often this evening. Koto seemed to really know how to push his buttons and get those reactions out of him...it was unusual for the little scorpion. There was something about Koto that just drew Eden to him, the way he tried to be sweet and put his foot in his mouth, the way he would show random moments of tenderness, the holding back...it drove the raven insane.
The comment about 'not complaining' really made him turn pink, no - crimson even; that was a better descriptor for how the scorpion's cheeks lit up; his eyes getting that familiar, flattered sparkle to them. Koto was right, had he not worn the dress, he certainly wouldn't have looked so silly referring to him as a 'pretty girl' but...Eden enjoyed that interaction far too much. Though as he began to think about it, what were the chances that the red-head would've given him a second glance at all if he wasn't all dolled up and looking like an 'acceptable' person to hit on. The idea of never getting the ginger's attention in the first place made him sad but...that compliment erased those thoughts quite quickly; now he was truly flustered.
"N-no I thought that was cute so...I'm glad Nobuhisa paid me more to wear it, I doubt we would've spoken past introductions if he hadn't." The little raven stammered out, a sweet smile coming across his lips as he took another sip from his drink and crossed his legs elegantly, their calves almost touching as he did so. "So...I suppose he did me a favor there."
With Koto so close, Eden couldn't help but bask in the warmth, lovely looks and scents of the other man, and by the near constant pink tinge to his cheek; it was obvious that the alcohol was beginning to work on him. Little by little, his filter was ebbing away. The more he drank from the glass, the more intoxicating the other man became...and the more noteworthy it was that Eden wasn't asking him for any sort of money for such attention. Rather, he had a genuine interest; Koto wasn't a client to him...just some knockout he was flirting with and would...hopefully be touching soon enough.
A quiet little hum left the raven then, the drink he sipped on making his words run a bit more freely then; though not too much. Even in the state of gentle euphoria he was in, Eden was still in control enough to keep up his little act. So when he opened his lips to speak, that timid little waver was still very much there, though noticeably it was followed by a sweet little hum or giggle now. God how he wanted to feel that arm around his shoulders, pulling him in closer but...alas he couldn't force anything.
"Y-your cologne smells so lovely, it suits you well...has anyone ever told you that before, Koto?"
There were a plethora of ways that Koto expected his companion to react to his little joke--laughter, offense, some playful tease in response. He was, by quite literally no means, expecting the confession that slipped from Eden's lips. [break][break] "A-An extra thousand on top of the total for the evening..." [break][break] At first, for a brief incredulous moment, Koto thought it was a joke, going so far as to even start chuckling. What a silly little joke, one that certainly seemed out of place coming from that timid, demure little flirt. But then... [break][break] "N-No I thought that was cute so... I'm glad Nobuhisa paid me more to wear it, I doubt we would've spoken past introductions if he hadn't. So... I supposed he did me a favor there." [break][break] To say that it took Koto a moment to fully process would be an understatement. Sitting there, his fingertips ghosting across the other's shoulder, his breath smelling of whiskey, he for a moment thought he'd misheard or misinterpreted. But as the moments ticked on with no laughter, no punchline, Koto was left staring dumbfounded at that pretty thing coated in crimson. His brows knit, mouth hanging open ever so slightly. [break][break] Money... Nobuhisa is... paying him... to be here... and paid him to dress like that... [break][break] A plethora of titles, of monikers, both insulting and flattering, flitted through the Ito heir's mind, trying to fit as appropriate for this little vixen at his side. He was so enticing, so flirtatious, so pretty and put together and endearing... [break][break] It's all an act. [break][break] The thought scared the hell out of Koto. He already assumed that everyone around him wanted something, was using him for one reason or another, but this made it all the more worse. He didn't even hear the compliment that lilted from Eden, the sound of his panicked heart beating in his ears momentarily drowning out the rest of the world. He couldn't manage an answer, his mind reeling, and so as was so often the case when Masakoto Ito found himself in high-stress situations, his mouth started moving on its own. [break][break] "Are you an escort?" How he managed to use a far more appropriate term than the ones that so often slipped from his step-mother's lips growing up was a miracle. "Are... Are you just trying to get some money out of this?" [break][break] The thought was assumptive at best, though his tone was a bit more surprised and confused than actually angry. Even with a temper like Koto's, it was hard to be mad when you knew you should have expected this sort of thing. Were he any less thrown off his guard, had he perhaps had less to drink, was this not the third surprise turn of evening--hell, the last hour--he may have managed to think more logically about the situation, about the fact that Eden was being so forthright, had been flirtatious without ever asking for anything from him. Hell, he'd even tried to pay for his own drink; surely that was indication enough that he wasn't as focused on Masakoto's money than, hell, half the socialites he interacted with at these events. [break][break] But he, unfortunately, wasn't thinking straight, and so as much as it hurt to do, to protect himself if nothing else, he pulled that hand away, indigo gaze trained on those stunning sapphires, trying to figure out what the hell was going on as he gripped at the back of that bench.
Sorry for the bad news, sorry I'm so bad. Only took a minute for me to get what you had. Sorry for the bad news, know it makes you sad. I’ll be here for a minute baby you should pack your bags
NOTES I need to see Masakoto's permit to be that cute
By the way that the color drained from Koto's face and his dumbfounded, yet worried expression; Eden knew this wasn't a revelation that was going to be taken well. Some part of him wished that he cared enough to lie about it, but sadly he didn't, though it didn't stop his heart from sinking at the reaction. As the red-head's mouth open, the little scorpion winced, waiting for a slew of slurs, insults, accusations, all of that unpleasant shit to fly from the ginger's mouth. That's how some people reacted unfortunately, though most of the time it was a backhanded joke, a look of sympathy, or just...disgust. It wasn't fair...why was every other job considered so noble; every other pleasurable field acceptable...but not this one?
Though as the question, and the less than subtle accusation came out of his companion, he could feel tears prick at his eyes; Koto's hand leaving his shoulder just adding to the sting as he sat there and wondered how in the world he could silver tongue his way out of this mess. Had he been another person, another troubled young man with a dubious past, he might've done the wise thing and just left; but Eden was nothing if not determined. He'd not leave unless he was sent away by the other man, he'd never been one to tuck tail and run; not even in the face of failure.
"I-I am...I won't lie to you but," He started, those tears starting to flow at the accusation of money. On some level, Koto was halfway right but on another, Eden was after something else entirely; the assumption stung just a little, just enough to make those tears real. He brought a hand up then from behind the ginger's red blazer. Thin fingers wiped away at those tears so delicately, trying not to smear the soft makeup around his eyes so he wouldn't look like such a little fool afterwards. Wetness and just a tinge of black stained his hand then, his lashes collecting a constellation of them even as he appeared to try to make them stop by drying them up. "I don't want money I just thought...I just thought you were cute and nice to me and..."
More of those hot tears fell then as he tore his eyes from Koto's then, feeling the disappointment and disbelief in those beautiful indigos; it was something the timid little thing he was pretending to be couldn't stomach. "I thought it might be nice to just...talk to someone who wasn't a client..."
He managed to stop himself then, the little raven feeling that perhaps he was beginning to ramble or overshare; all the ginger had asked was if he was doing this to try and get money. He hadn't called him a whore or accused him of being a gold digger, but it simply felt like the right thing to do in that moment; to cry, deny, and halfway lie. After a moment of silence and more attempts to get his tears to stop, soft little sniffles and hics passing between them, Eden managed to speak again. Opting to blame the needless tears on alcohol. Masakoto was a plaything to him, someone he could sort into a box of good or evil, and then destroy him either way. Perhaps for a moment...he'd genuinely forgotten that.
"No, I'm not after money I just...I couldn't make someone think that I like them and then demand cash."
A lie of biblical proportions. Especially coming from someone like Eden, who had millions swindled away in a secret account, fed by the men whose lives he had ruined or perhaps ended. Though it wasn't like they didn't deserve it. In that aspect, he felt justified. Every one of them had been a disgusting person, sitting upon a throne of cards as they abused and discarded those around them like trash; just begging to be put in their rightful place. Rock bottom or in the dirt.
"A-are you mad at me...?" The little raven piped up, those baby blues seeming more vibrant with the tears brimming in them, more sweet and timid than ever. Oh...how deceiving appearances could be.
"I-I am... I won't lie to you but..." [break][break] Shit. Koto felt his gut twist at the sight of tears beginning to spill from those pretty blues. [break][break] "I don't want money I just thought..." [break][break] Truly, Eden hadn't even needed to explain himself. The moment those sapphire began to visibly mist, Koto was filled with regret, his conscience reprimanding himself as he desperately tried to figure out what the hell to do to fix this. [break][break] "I just thought you were cute and nice to me and..." [break][break] Koto's cheeks flushed, half from mortification at his own actions and half from that complimentary note. He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't find the words, his gaze following the trajectory of those spilling sapphires. [break][break] "I thought it might be nice to just... talk to someone who wasn't a client..." [break][break] Shame. Gods, the amount of shame he immediately felt. Of course it wasn't about money, of course their interactions had been innocent. As much as he was terrified of being used, expecting it most of the time, Koto could understand all too well that want to just speak with someone, to be with someone, that was separate from the world of work. For a long moment, as that silence lingered between them, Koto tried to find the words to say, tried to actually think about the shit that came out of his mouth, not wanting to offend or upset Eden anymore than he already had. He had such a drive to reach forward and wipe at those tears for the other man, though he managed to stop himself with some self-deprecating thought on how creepy that could come off. [break][break] "No, I'm not after money I just... make someone think that I like them and then demand cash. A-Are you mad at me...?" [break][break] He should have been more cautious. He should have hesitated. Hell, he should have been smart enough to listen to that quiet, nervous voice in the back of his head telling him to be careful around this pretty little spider. Tears didn't make someone a good person; neither did attraction. For all he knew, he was falling perfectly into Eden's trap, stumbling through his well-placed web like a socially-inept fly. He needed to back away, stop drinking, actually get some air, and clear his head. He needed to breathe and think and not make any rash decisions. [break][break] But, gods, Koto had never been good and doing the right thing. [break][break] His hand released the back of the bench before he could stop it, moving to gently cup Eden's face. The action came like an old habit, this thumb gently grazing the other's cheek, hooking tears where it could find them. He'd used the move with Miki so many times, when that poor boy had lost himself in some frenzy of self-doubt and anxiety. This was all too similar, Koto's mouth getting him into trouble, causing someone he'd taken a liking to harm. It was a miracle he'd lasted this long before reaching out to the boy. [break][break] "N-No, of course not!" he exclaimed, as emphatically as he could, his hold tilting Eden's features up towards him as he forced himself not to shamefully glance away from those glistening blue hues. "I-I'm sorry; that came out all wrong! I'm not uh..." He paused, pursing his lips, clearly annoyed with himself more than anything. "I'm not great with watching my tongue. I... I was just surprised, that's all." A faint grimace, something near a disgruntled pout, slipped across his features without him realizing it, his tone turning into almost a childish murmur. "You're just stupidly good at tossing curveballs my way. And I'm stupidly bad at responding to them." [break][break] There was a longer pause, then, Koto taking a quick breath to try and regain some modicum of composure. When he spoke again, it was with that returned assurance, his gaze as sorrowful, as apologetic, as it could become. [break][break] "I'm sorry. I don't give a shit what you do for work. I spend my days trying to schmooze wealthy assholes into investing in our company endeavors. It's not that different, right? So I've got no room to talk." His features softened, apology and remorse still worn like some badge of shame. "P-Please don't cry anymore..."
Sorry for the bad news, sorry I'm so bad. Only took a minute for me to get what you had. Sorry for the bad news, know it makes you sad. I’ll be here for a minute baby you should pack your bags
When he felt Koto's hand so gently cupping his cheek and gently wiping away the half false sorrows from his face, those blue eyes went wide. For a millisecond, he questioned what was happening and if it was real, if it was genuine.
It's an act...don't fall for it. No one who shows an interest in you is that nice. Haven't you learned that yet?
He's a monster too...just as good at hiding it as you are.
He couldn't help but to wince at his own thoughts, though the sincerity in Koto's words and the way he gently tilted his face to force him to look at him pulled the little raven's head from those dark clouds. Something about looking into those indigo eyes, so beautiful yet so glittering with shame, made him really want to believe that Koto was this kind...but nobody was ever interested in Eden and remained kind. He attracted the worst of the worst, always...it never failed; then he had to put them down like the rest. The scorpion didn't doubt that the ginger was yet another ex waiting to be cut down...but boy did he want to; though he told himself that was the alcohol talking.
He's not real. It's the drink talking. He's being too nice to mean it.
Yet still with this suspicion, this dark plan in his heart, he feigned the part of the timid, innocent, sensitive, wayward young man who'd tragically ended up an escort; though that couldn't be further from the truth. Though still it...it made him feel almost human to hear someone he was so unfortunately taken with equate their work to his own. He was far too used to the dirty looks that were frequently cast towards his fellow courtesans. Perhaps he shouldn't allow himself to feel that way but...Koto's response brought him some relief; yet it also made more tears bubble up from those big blue eyes of his. More quiet little hics escaping him as he leaned into his touch with some sort of false hesitation, attempting to calm some part of himself that was unsure of why he was still crying. Normally his tears were so easy to turn on and off, his eyes like faucets...but not this time.
Why am I still crying?
He wondered, unsure of if he truly wanted to know the answer. Koto said he was sorry, Eden wasn't actually supposed to care, so what was there left to cry for? The little raven didn't know, but he nodded, his cheek still pressed delicately in the red-head's grasp as he whimpered out a pitiful,
"Okay...I-I'm sorry...I'll try..."
Before he could stop himself, he found his hand moving up to gently lie over Koto's at his cheek, just gently feeling his warm skin with a delicate touch. Something about that hand on his face brought him peace, at least enough for his crying to slow, though now he just wanted to be touched and held. What had gotten into him? He was never like this. What the fuck was going on?
The little raven couldn't say...though he found himself pulling away from Koto's hand, physical contact severing completely for a mere second before he found himself leaning into and against the lovely Masakoto, who smelled, looked, and acted too good to be true. Thin arms loosely wrapped around the other man's torso, pulling him into a hug that he likely should've asked about prior. Though given how emotional he'd found himself to be, he wasn't entirely thinking straight.
It's the alcohol, it's gotta be the alcohol...you don't like him. Get real.
Shut up.
His thoughts going a bit crazy as he did something that he probably shouldn't have and embraced this kind man who was...still a stranger; though he no longer felt as much like one. A soft cheek pressed to Koto's shirt as a few little shuttering breaths left Eden then, his body getting whatever the hell these feelings were out of his system; or attempting to at least. "T-thank you...for not calling me names or...anything like that..." He murmured, his voice still had a tremble in it from the flood of emotion he'd just experienced.
It was only then that he realized what he was doing and how inappropriate it was, how likely it was that he'd frighten the other man off doing such things. Those blues went wide again, and a deep flush of humiliation settled on his already rosy, tear stained cheeks. At least for the most part, his makeup hadn't budged. "I-I'm sorry! That wasn't okay, I-I should've asked...please forgive me!"
His voice came out timid then, as he started to pull away. Some part of him seemed hellbent on fucking this up for himself; or perhaps he wanted to give Koto ample chances to run while he still could.
Koto's heart traitorously flipped as he felt Eden lean into his touch. Those continued tears were like some shot of Xanax, numbing him to those panicked inhibitions, his thumb continuing its work at limiting the amount of moisture that made its way down the length of Eden's features. That little voice in the back of his head continued to warn him, to scream that he should back off, should pull away. He wasn't the hero of some soap opera, he wasn't playing along in some rom-com; he was the face of the Ito clan. He had responsibilities and expectations and a plethora of other things that should have held him back, that should have convinced him to pull away and guide Eden back inside, back to Nobuhisa. [break][break] "Okay... I-I'm sorry... I'll try..." [break][break] More touching. Another skipped heartbeat. Stop! his mind screamed, the futility in that sentiment made so apparent by that quiet, enamored expression that had begun to creep across Koto's visage. As touch-starved as he'd been for so long, there wasn't an ounce of him that was prepared to pull away from that gentle grip. [break][break] Which is probably why his expression instinctively creased with disappointment when Eden pulled away. [break][break] He didn't have long to wade in that despondency, though, the feel of those arms wrapping around him, of that body pressing against him, sending a fresh bout of redness to his cheeks. He sat there for a long moment, lips pursed, eyes wide with surprise as those slender arms wrapped around his middle. He had to have looked like some broken puppet, arms both aloft as he tried to decide what the hell to do. Half of his mind willed him not to be some fucking creep about all of this, to keep his hands off of the other man; the other, more selfish half justified the move with some bullshit about it being more comforting, more for Eden than for himself. [break][break] As was becoming a trend that evening, the latter won out. [break][break] Careful not to spill any of that expensive whiskey, he set his glass on the floor of the balcony as Eden mumbled out that heart-wrenching thanks. Even as that apology followed, stumbling from his companion's lips, the chance at an easy escape from that situation, Koto's hands were smoothing across the other's form. One found purchase at Eden's lower back, thumb instinctively painting soft circles at the curve of his spine; his other moved up to cradle that head placed against his chest, his fingers entangling loosely in those dark locks before he could stop them. It was a far more intimate position than Koto had by any means expected to find himself in, azure gaze flitting around to make sure they were still alone before he let his shoulders, even minutely, relax. [break][break] "N-No, it's fine," he murmured out, despite himself, his grip tightening just slightly on the other man. Eden still had ample opportunity to tug away if he wanted--Koto wasn't about to trap him in that relatively scandalous position--but there was clear indication of the ginger's want for the embrace to continue, even for just a little longer. "Y-You can... You can stay as long as you need. I don't mind..." [break][break] He pursed his lips, trying to figure out what the hell to say. He'd only been in this type of situation a handful of times and he'd been some young idiot during all of them. [break][break] "I-- I'm sorry that you uhm... that you just assume that's going to be someone's reaction..." A deep frown flitted across his features, all too aware of the people who threw around those damnable, insulting monikers, his step-mother, again, coming to mind. How many times had she called his mother a whore to his face just because she had the looks and charm to catch his father's eye? "It's amazing how shitty people can be, huh?" He managed, somehow, to catch Eden's eye without letting his nerves get the best of him, the faintest of apologetic smiles ghosting across his features. "On behalf of all the rich bastards in the world, I'm sorry you've been treated like that. I don't know you well... obviously... but you don't seem the type to deserve it."
Sorry for the bad news, sorry I'm so bad. Only took a minute for me to get what you had. Sorry for the bad news, know it makes you sad. I’ll be here for a minute baby you should pack your bags
His eyes went wide again with shock as he felt Koto's arms wrap around him and pull him into the hug, fingers tangling in his dark hair while another hand went to his lower back. Even as the little scorpion tried to pull away, to sever the contact, he stopped as soon as he felt the ginger tighten his hold upon him; though it wasn't so tight he couldn't get away. This made him pause for a split second, did he genuinely want to pull from this warm embrace? Certainly not...now that he had an option, a choice that the other man had almost certainly given him with intention. That...that thought made his heart melt, alcohol, a need for affection, and heartache got the better of them then. Slender fingers at Koto's back gripped his shirt, gently crushing the fabric between creamy-white appendages, his hug only tightening as it appeared that the red-head had no intention of forcing him off.
So he held onto him, as though he might die if he ever let go, nuzzling into his shirt as his tears calmed down considerably. His eyes merely watery, puffy, and a more vivid blue as his sadness dissipated into relief and then rolled into fondness. Fondness... This was bad, the more reasonable part of his head warned, fearing he might get so caught up in his pretending that it would become real...though it seemed he'd already slipped down that slope. Some part of those tears was genuine and Koto's willingness to comfort him, a stranger who'd unintentionally deceived him twice now, signified more than it should have.
"Y-You can... You can stay as long as you need. I don't mind..."
That declaration truly put him at ease, his grip on the lovely red-head relaxing, yet never releasing, those fingers no longer crushing his shirt in Eden's grasp. "T-thank you, you're...you're so kind, Koto..."
Eden's voice came out as a murmur, a sweet little whisper as he relaxed into Koto's body and his hold completely, savoring the sensation of his arms wrapped around him. He could...get used to this, at least when he was drunk. It felt good to be reassured and given physical affection without anything being expected in return; at least that's what he hoped this was. He really didn't want Koto to turn into a monster...but they always did, every single one of them had. Why would this one be any different?
A quiet nod left him then, his head shifting slightly to lock those baby blues onto those indigoes as the handsome man spoke; his gaze soft and overwhelmingly thankful. The hands at Koto's back spread across it then, seeming to relax fully and enjoy the embrace softly; it felt far too good...far, far too good considering Eden's initial goal. He needed to keep his head in the game but...he was too drunk, Koto was too handsome, and Eden was too lonely. "People can get very...scary when they find out...I-I've been shoved and spit on before so...I really am thankful that you didn't do any of those things," He whimpered, averting his gaze for a moment, brow furrowed as he recalled the memory. It did genuinely happen to him, though not in Japan; but long ago in Los Angeles when he was genuinely new to this sort of thing and not doing it willingly. Back then, it hurt so much more, considering he didn't want to be doing it in the first place and was being forced into it by his then-pimp.
"On behalf of all the rich bastards in the world, I'm sorry you've been treated like that. I don't know you well... obviously... but you don't seem the type to deserve it."
Those words brought his gaze back to Koto, as soft and fluid as water as he looked up to him with a blend of adoration and gratitude. Though his mouth opened shortly thereafter, determined to discredit the subtle self-deprecating comment that Koto made. "You're not a bastard...I don't know you well either but...you're no bastard."
He spoke kindly, those sky blue eyes gazing back up at him sweetly before his head is turned down once more, his ear resting against Koto's chest in a more relaxed manner. A shuttering sigh left him then as his eyelids shut for a moment, his pretty makeup relatively unscathed despite how much he'd just cried. His cheeks still rosy and streaked with tear stains as he seemed to calm down, yet have no intention of letting go of Koto. Though his words hung in his head...
You don't seem like the type to deserve it.
What did the type to deserve it look like?
Eden began to wonder...before concluding that he likely was the type to deserve it now. The little raven was aware that he wasn't a good person, he hadn't been for a very long time yet...that didn't mean that he wanted to be called names. Even if Koto's assumption of him based on his looks was untrue, it was nice to think that there might be someone who didn't think he deserved the verbal and physical abuse that often came with revealing one's part in this line of work. To some, he was disgusting and brought it on himself...to others like Koto, it seemed he was just another person working; though his job was thankless and shunned.
"I-I'm glad you're not mean...like some people have been..." He started to speak, a more intense flush coming to his face as he opted to look up to Koto again, those eyes opening once more. The little scorpion not wanting to let go of the ginger, whose arms he enjoyed being wrapped in far too much...it likely showed. "The word 'bastard' definitely doesn't suit you...y-you're too sweet for an insult like that I think. Thank you again for this I'm--I'm sorry for crying on you and...assuming this was okay." He murmured, hoping that Koto would accept the compliment, which he wasn't sure if he meant or not, and the apology; which certainly wasn't genuine even if it sounded like it. "I'm glad Sudohara came over and brought you with him I...I felt bad for staring at you earlier, I wanted to talk to you but, I was too nervous..."
Another lie, something Eden was certainly quite talented at.
"T-Thank you, you're... you're so kind, Koto..." [break][break] Well he certainly hadn't been called that in a while, Koto's cheeks flushing a deep, sheepish crimson at the compliment. He didn't question it, though, the sentiment the instigator for this far too pleasing embrace. Each moment of Eden's adjustments, of those subtle movements into relaxed comfort, sent an exhilarated little shiver down Koto's spine. That hand on his back, paired with those wide azures, was particularly endearing. [break][break] He was still mulling over that entanglement, still trying to justify why they should stay like that for a little longer... just a little longer... when those baby blues, filled to the brim with that dangerous cocktail of affection and appreciation, upturned his way. For what felt like the hundredth time that night, Koto's mind echoed that complimentary phrase. [break][break] Gods, he's so pretty... [break][break] "I-I'm glad you're not mean... like some people have been..." [break][break] Koto had to stifle the scoff that begged to slip out at his companion's words. As unintentional as it was, he certainly had a tendency to come off crass with that sharp, stupid tongue of his. It was hard for him to accept the idea that someone who seemed so sweet and mild-tempered would find him anything more than another rich brute. Hell, he half-believed that even their little hug was a show of that brackish disposition, like that gentle hold was something innately nefarious. Amazing what some choice words of discouragement during the development years can do to a psyche; Koto could just hear the snide comments of his stepmother if she could see him now, sequestered away with another man's man, holding him close like they were anything more than new acquaintances. [break][break] "The word 'bastard' definitely doesn't suit you... y-you're too sweet for an insult like that I think. Thank you again for this I'm-- I'm sorry for crying on you and... assuming this was okay. I'm glad Sudohara came over and brought you with him I... I felt bad for staring at your earlier, I wanted to talk to you but, I was too nervous..." [break][break] The sentiments may have been filled with lies, but Koto was certainly already too ensnared in that spider's web to realize it. Instead, his heart fluttered at the flattery, at the kindness, at that false demureness. He willed his gaze to stay trained on those enticing features, but he couldn't manage it, glancing off to the side in some show of scarlet-crested nervousness. Gods, Eden was so close. He could smell the alcohol on the other man's breath, mixing so unexpectedly nicely with what he guessed was lavender and... something. [break][break] "I uh... I'm glad he did too. The guy can be obnoxious as all hell, but at least he's good for something," he murmured in response, hoping he didn't sound as awkward as he felt. He chanced a glance back at that dangerously close face, willing himself not to be the creep that his hormones certainly were trying to goad him to become. "I didn't mind the staring. More than a little bit flattering, really, someone as nice-looking as you eyeing me down." He chuckled, breathy and nervous, gaze flitting away again, practically incapable of keeping eye contact when Eden was so close. A bit quieter, almost with a bit of a pout cresting his features, he added, "Can't say I wasn't staring, too..." Quieter still, an embarrassed mumble at this point. "You looked so good lounging across that couch..."
Sorry for the bad news, sorry I'm so bad. Only took a minute for me to get what you had. Sorry for the bad news, know it makes you sad. I’ll be here for a minute baby you should pack your bags
With each blush, each rush of blood across Koto’s cheeks, Eden’s desire to push things further grew. There was something so very...endearing about the larger man, how he didn’t seem to know how to accept compliments, how he’d put his foot in his mouth only to retract it mere moments later and try to make amends; even if he ended up not being a worthy target, the little scorpion certainly wanted to keep him around. He was handsome, seemed to like the attention, and tried to act like he didnt; he couldn’t have been more fun to toy with if he tried. The way that his spine shivered under the little raven’s touch, the thundering of his heart so powerful that the smaller man could feel it...it only spurred Eden on. He was adorable.
Dainty fingers remained spread across his back, Eden’s body melting so perfectly into the curve of Koto’s body as they sat far too close on that bench; something that they certainly weren’t supposed to be doing...that only made it all that more thrilling for Eden.
Had Koto’s heart not been pounding behind his ribs, the glancing, the awkwardness, the nervousness, it mightve made the scorpion think he wasn’t interested; but his body betrayed him, as it always did when one sought to resist temptation. Perhaps...if he played his cards right he could lure him in further, give him something to really think about later tonight; make sure he couldn’t get enough of the ever so dangerous Eden Rosair.
“I uh... I’m glad he did too. The guy can be obnoxious as all hell, but at least he’s good for something, I didn’t mind the staring. More than a little flattering, really, someone as nice-looking as you eyeing me down”
That— That was all the invitation he needed. As if on command, a shy flush crept across his cheeks again, glancing away bashfully as a little giggle crept from his lips; a twinkle in those big blue eyes as he looked back up at Masakoto. Initially, he was going to say something, a flirtateous compliment of sorts, or a phrase that was sure to lure Koto in, however, he fell silent as the businessman kept talking. His murmurs sending a shiver down Eden’s spine, that pout entirely too cute for comfort; he needed to touch him somehow...to progress things past a hug; otherwise he’d surely die. At least that’s what the alcohol in his system convinced him...or was it really the alcohol? At this point he wasn’t sure, but Koto would’ve certainly been as cute as now without the fancy drinks. Perhaps he was interested, perhaps he was drunk, or perhaps it was the thrill of the chace; the act of luring that he was so fond of.
“Can’t say I wasn’t staring, too... you looked so good lounging across that couch...”
...His heart nearly lept from his chest from such a murmur, it was exactly what he’d wanted to hear. Yet it took everything in him not to retort with something vulgar.
I’d look much better across your bed, come on...let me show you...
For an instant as his flush deepened, his head went haywire, however within a few seconds he managed to reel in his thoughts. Oh what he wouldn’t give for tonight to have a “happy ending” for the both of them; that might be one of the only times Eden shared the good feelings of that phrase. In spite of how badly he wanted things to go that way, he knew he couldn’t push it too far...but Koto’s sweetness towards him, and the cute little way that he pouted while saying it, certainly warranted more than a hug.
That deeper flush remained on his cheeks, one of the sweetest smiles ever seen living on his lips then, making it’s new home there as that simple yet wonderful comment swirled in his head; threatening to stifle his words with more giddy feelings as he spoke. His pulse quickening as Koto looked away, seemingly out of embarassmet, now THAT was cute...
“I-I think the same of you, standing across the way from my couch...”
He started, his voice becoming saccarinely sweet, shifting his body some to be subtlely to be pressed further against the sweet red-head. Eden’s tone grew softer, like a gentle whisper as he spoke again,
“I think you’re very cute...Koto...”
His words flew from his mouth, almost directly into Koto’s ear with how close they were. The little raven making the bold move then to lean more upwards, those soft pink lips of his pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of Masakoto’s mouth; not quite over his lips...to open the possibility of Koto coming back for more. The other man’s skin felt so soft and smooth against his plush lips, if his face felt that way...he could only imagine what actually getting to kiss him was like. Normally, he might’ve pulled away entirely after that, though not this time; he only wished he had a solid explanation of why.
Rather than put distance between them after such a risky move, Eden opted to stay latched onto Koto, his body falling back into the relaxed position it had been in prior to making such a move. Only this time he didn’t look away, instead he gazed up at the ginger, whose hair was like pale flames, those soft azures trained on Koto’s face as he looked for any sort of a reaction. Perhaps he’d get luck and the other would return his affections, or perhaps he’d gone too far. He’d just have to wait and see...in the mean time he was more than content wrapped up in the red-head’s arms; even if he wasn’t supposed to be.
"I-I think the same of you..." [break][break] Why was he smiling like that? [break][break] "...standing across the way from my couch..." [break][break] Why was he so close? [break][break] "I think you're very cute..." [break][break] Why was he whispering like that? [break][break] "Koto..." [break][break] Why was he-- [break][break] Were he in any clearer a headspace, Koto probably would have been able to anticipate that little peck at the corner of his lips. He probably could have reacted a bit quicker, potentially pulling away, remaining vigilant to his responsibilities; or maybe he'd have twisted, letting their lips collide in some half-accidental first kiss. But none of that happened, because Koto was still trying to catch up, still trying to wrangle through those complimentary words, trying to convince himself that maybe, just maybe, this handsome young man was authentically interested in him and not after his money or fame or some scandal to attach his name to. [break][break] And so Koto didn't pull away and he didn't reciprocate. Instead, he sat there, dumbfounded, indigos wide as he felt the gentle press of Eden's mouth against his skin. So soft... He could feel, could practically hear, the way his heartbeat picked up in pace, pounding in his chest as his grip on the other tightened. Why did he...? [break][break] His blues found Eden's when the younger man pulled away, Koto's face the color of his blazer, something akin to childlike wonder coating his visage. Silence lingered between them, Koto's mind running in circles, trying to figure out what the hell to do. [break][break] He's here with Nobuhisa. [break]
He doesn't like him, though.
[break] Regardless, he's Nobuhisa's date. [break]
Except he was just hired to be here.
[break] Then maybe he's hoping to get hired by you. [break]
But he said he doesn't want that.
[break] But is he telling the truth? [break]
Gods, he's so... lovely...
[break][break] "Gods, you're so lovely..." [break][break] Of all the roaming thoughts to slip out, of course it was that one, that romantic core aching as he stared down into those breathtaking baby blues. Without his realizing it, the hand entangling in that ocean of charcoal had adjusted, smoothing across Eden's form to cup the side of his face. [break][break] "We... We should get back..." [break][break] He didn't mean. Gods, it was so obvious that he didn't mean it. He didn't make a move to leave, didn't tug away, didn't look away, completely enraptured by that presence pressed so scandalously up against him. Slowly, his eyes hooded, some rapture in the expression. [break][break] "They'll be looking for us." [break][break] He didn't care. Not a single ounce of him cared, that disinterest in anything outside of that moment so clearly identifiable in the way his breath coasted across Eden's lips as he drew closer. [break][break] "We're not supposed to do this..." [break][break] But that just made it all the more likely to happen, didn't it? Koto had never been good at being the responsible Ito heir, at playing pretend like he was some sophisticated elite. He always messed up, always found a way to be a disappointment, always was just short of being good enough. [break][break] Why should tonight be any different? [break][break] Koto kissed him with a quiet hunger, desperate need in the way his fingertips slipped just past Eden's hairline and tugged him forward, but gentleness in the way his lips so softly curved against the other's. It wasn't long, wasn't drawn out or heightened into some scandalous, breathtaking passion, but instead it held that mixture of timidity and spontaneity that so often guided Koto's actions. When he pulled back, flushed and breathing just a bit heavier, he let his gaze hood, tracing the contours of Eden's features as his thumb moved to glide across that plump bottom lip. [break][break] He tastes so good... [break][break] "We should get back to the party..." he murmured again, barely above a whisper, hardly breathing at all.
Sorry for the bad news, sorry I'm so bad. Only took a minute for me to get what you had. Sorry for the bad news, know it makes you sad. I’ll be here for a minute baby you should pack your bags
"Gods, you're so lovely...We... We should get back...They'll be looking for us.
We're not supposed to do this..."
All of these words of protest...and yet that lovely man with the kissable lips kept getting closer to him, causing Eden's eyes to near close as eye contact began to feel like simply too much in this moment. When Koto kissed him finally, he relaxed into it, melting into his grasp fully and pressing his lips into the other man's like a missing puzzle piece. Though it ended far too quickly as Koto withdrew from him, leaving Eden with a heavy blush on his features as he felt those wonderful hands tracing his features and a thumb at his lower lip.
The scorpion's thin hands, nails coated in flawless black nail polish, coming up to gently run across the side of Koto's head; gently tangling in that mane that reminded him so much of an orange creamsicle. He couldn't get that out of his head, how Koto looked so wonderful and sweet and tasted much of the same, the alcohol on the other man's breath only spurring his hunger for more on.
"We should get back to the party..."
No. That won't do at all.
"I-I don't think...either of us wants that...I know I don't..." He murmured, his breath as faint as a ghost as he tentatively wrapped an arm about Koto's neck, draping it elegantly down and clutching at his shirt. With that, he stole another kiss, gentle and mild as the sweet little creature he was pretending to be...or was he truly pretending at this point? He didn't know, the alcohol had gotten to him by this point; his mask of feigned shyness and tender touches near melting to his face. This was a dangerous game to play...yet that had never stopped Eden before.
His lips soft against the other man's, taking another taste like he was a sample of some fine meal that Eden simply couldn't walk away from. Though he took care not to allow it to go on too long, he was at least coherent enough to pull away...even if it wasn't far. The little raven remaining so close that his breath would ghost against the ginger's cheek, which he was all too happy to nose into after that and just take in his lovely scent.
"Must we go back...? I-I like you...I want to stay like this,"
His voice came out soft, more rose tinting his cheeks as he admitted his fondness for the man he'd just met. He'd like to say it was part of the act but...as the moments with Koto ticked by; he began to lose his certainty in that claim. Oh...what a dangerous act this was to put on, sooner or later he'd be lost in the role he played in this story. Perhaps he'd be lost...but happy.
The hand in Koto's hair slid down to gently caress his cheek again, he wanted to keep kissing him, to savor this moment of drunken sweetness that he was so rarely afforded. How nice it might be...to be one of the people who are able to do this often with someone they cared for. What a life to have...it certainly wasn't his.
"We could stay here...if you wanted...I won't tell if you don't," he promised, hinting that he had something to lose in this too; which was partially true. Pulling back slightly to look up at the red-head, big blue eyes filled with pleas and promises like wells of water; that tantalizing flush still on his face. Granted, he had nowhere near as much to lose as Koto but, if he told then he'd certainly lose a paycheck, perhaps Nobuhisa as a client, and definitely Masakoto himself; that was enough for him to shut up.
He was drunk. That's why those lips tasted so good, why those fingers in his hair felt like heaven, why that man's flushed features looked so goddamn enticing. He was drunk and those lowered inhibitions were making him see and feel things that weren't really there. It was why he couldn't take his eyes off of Eden; it was why he shivered at that hand gripping at his fabrics; it was why he met that second kiss, gentle and reserved, with an increased fervor; it was why he hadn't made an actual move back towards the party. [break][break] Right? [break][break] He didn't care. Truly, he didn't. Tomorrow he would care, when the sunlight hit him and he had to groan his way back into existence, into that world where this wasn't allowed. For now, though, he did what was so often off limits, and he let himself enjoy the moment, let himself smile, however, faintly, into that third kiss and breath a sigh of pleasure at that following nuzzling at his cheek. [break][break] "Must we go back...? I-I like you... I want to stay like this." [break][break] "I like you too..." [break][break] The murmur slipped from him involuntarily, the words truthful if not potentially misguided. He certainly was interested in the guy, though some sane part of his brain was justifying that interest as due to the exoticism of him, to the scandal and rebellion he so perfectly encompassed. [break][break] "We could stay here... if you wanted... I won't tell if you don't." [break][break] Fuck, if that sentence didn't perfectly encapsulate and highlight what he found so endearing about this man. Eden was against the rules, dangerous in a way that was all too alluring. It's why he was already twisting his neck, pressing his lips to Eden's palm before that question was even posed, why his hooded azures were drowning themselves in that beautiful facade, why when his name slipped from those flushed lips he didn't answer with words, but instead tugged Eden back to him, to his lips and tongue and his hands entangling further in that sea of onyx. [break][break] He wasn't careful anymore, not nearly as much. He didn't stifle that bit of him that wanted to just dive headfirst into the expanse that was Eden Rosair. He'd already come this far, messed up this much, he could allow a bit more. It's what he wanted and, gods, he hardly ever got what he wanted anymore. He could indulge for that night, for that moment, for that single breath. [break][break] Ha, breathing. Like he was doing any of that. The closest he got was taking in Eden's scent as he kissed him, as his lips fit to the contours of the other and he opened his mouth to invite his tongue inside. His grip on Eden's back, still loose enough for his companion to pull away, shifted to his waist, hugging the curvature of it as he pulled back for a much needed gasp. [break][break] It wasn't a long pause, though, Koto's flushed countenance taking in his companion's comfort level just briefly before he was diving back in, groaning as he perhaps got a bit overzealous, leaning back, practically tugging Eden into his lap. It was clumsy, tipsiness and nerves making his hands and lips fumble, but the stuttering movements just brought a fresh crimson to his cheeks and a gravelly chuckle into the mix of their embrace. His hands, seemingly moving on their own at this point, scour the rest of Eden's figure, hands at his waist, guiding him on top of him-- [break][break] "Ahem!" [break][break] Koto practically had a heart attack, tugging from Eden like a panicked deer. His indigos flitted to the new form on the balcony as he scrambled to his feet, Eden deposited as gently as possible in his haste back onto the bench. Wide blues stared at the intruder, recognition and annoyance arriving after a moment of staring. [break][break] "S-Sudohara!" he hissed, the name like a curse on his lips, some mild form of relief in his tone even as he remained the color of a tomato. [break][break] "M-Masakoto!" his partner mimicked, that hearty laugh slipping from him at his comrade's flushed, clearly mortified countenance. He glanced between the two younger men, still clearly trying not to bark out too loud of laughter, even shooting Eden a little wink before turning his full attention back to Koto. He shot his mentee a knowing, amused, god perhaps even proud little look before slapping him on the back and turning towards the door. "Come on," he called over his shoulder as he headed back towards the music and lights, "Nobuhisa will be out of the bathroom soon and he's already been asking about you both." [break][break] A long moment passed, dumbstruck, before Koto managed to get ahold of himself, glancing back at Eden with some expression halfway between mortification and apology.
