[ When Endo answers the door, he doesn't offer a greeting. He simply steps aside so Umemiya can enter.
The house is clean. Very clean. Up until he texted Umemiya, he distracted himself by tidying everything, top to bottom. The place smells faintly of clean laundry and citrus. Endo himself, while clean, isn't necessarily as tidy. He's wearing clothes that are likely surprising: old, worn pajamas that have seen much better days, which is unusual for someone whose outfits usually look new. His hair is a little more wild than usual, as though he skipped a step in taming it. Endo himself appears calm, however — borderline disinterested as he closes the door. ]
Do whatever you want. Go wherever you want.
[ That way Umemiya doesn't have to ask. ]
Just stay out of Takiishi's room. It's the one with the shut door.
[ Endo made sure the rest were open to make it easy on him. ]
[Umemiya looks Endo over with open confusion and concern. This is not the way he's used to seeing him, and while part of him wonders if this is a deliberate display of not giving a fuck, it's also genuinely a little worrying.]
You look like shit. Go get me a comb or hairbrush, whatever you prefer to use.
[And in the meantime, he'll take his shoes off and move to the couch, sitting on it with all the dignity of a king on his throne.]
[ Endo gives him a flat, unimpressed look, but he makes no comment because he's getting better at mitigating his bratty commentary — and also because he really just wants to be told what to do. Having his Umemiya brush his hair wasn't on the list of what he hoped to get out of this visit, but he's going to keep it simple for them both and obey.
Except, before that: ]
You want me to wet my hair first?
[ That's how he usually does it — to avoid breakage. ]
[ Without saying anything more, Endo goes off to his bathroom to wet his hair, giving it only a brief toweling off to keep it from dripping. Then he heads into his bedroom to change into what he assumes Umemiya expects: something newer and, while plain in color, higher-end.
When he's back in his living room, Endo holds out a wide tooth comb. ]
Better? Or do you want me to wear something more suggestive?
[ Endo sits on the floor in the space that Umemiya makes for him. He sounds a little huffy, and there's a somewhat loaded pause, after which he says: ]
No one sees me like that.
[ Not even Takiishi — unless Endo is sick enough to have no clue what he's doing. ]
And I like those pjs.
[ He rotates out clothes, pajamas, shoes, all of it — save for that set, which has yet to be thrown away even though it's seen much better days.
In essence, it was less about not making an effort and more about being comfortable — maybe even vulnerable — in front of one person only. ]
[Umemiya doesn't have an immediate response to that, so instead he turns to the task of taking care of Endo's hair. There's a pause after a few strokes with the comb, where Umemiya leans down to kiss the top of Endo's head.]
I understand now. I'm sorry. It really was a shock, considering how much you go out of your way to appear put-together.
[ No one's ever combed Endo's hair like this before. It's strangely soothing. He feels calm and — cared for. Like he's being lulled into a submissive headspace even though this is such a simple act, and Umemiya is doing all the work. ]
Nah, I shouldn't've done it. Not like that.
[ His tone is quiet, more self-reflective than usual.
But it's true: he could've warned Umemiya, or said something when he arrived. ]
I was still being a brat about it.
[ Maybe even subconsciously testing Umemiya? Or daring him to turn away? Endo doesn't know. He gets a little fucked up when Takiishi goes off like this. ]
[ He scoffs, but only lightly, after which he falls silent. For a long while, he says nothing, enjoying the sensation and letting it clear his mind of everything. Once Umemiya stops, Endo twists to look at him and asks: ]
You wanna chill in bed?
[ He had grand ideas for how this evening would go, but right now, he just — wants to be close to someone.
[ He's just being a brat again — because he is Umemiya's submissive. And even so, that's what Endo wants right now. To be held.
Maybe they'll play later tonight. Maybe before Umemiya leaves tomorrow, if Takiishi isn't home by then. Maybe they'll simply fall asleep.
He thought he wanted to kneel, but maybe he just wanted Umemiya.
Not point in overthinking it — not now that he's so relaxed. Endo leads the way to the bedroom. It's a little plain compared to the rest of the house, not devoid of personal effects, but not filled with them, either. His bed is big, though, and his sheets are very comfortable. ]
[ It could be a serious suggestion...on another night. If Umemiya hadn't combed his hair, easing all of Endo out of his restless thoughts and allowing him to calm his mind.
But that doesn't stop Endo from turning around right before he reaches the bed to say: ]
[Umemiya lets out a fond laugh, reaching out to put his hand in the center of Endo's chest and shove him back onto the bed, to be clear he's absolutely not against using physical force to make him behave.]
[ Endo allows himself to fall with the shove, hitting the bed and exhaling a slight oof sound, though he's quick to look up at Umemiya with challenge in his eyes. ]
What consequence? This is perfectly comfortable.
[ He says this as he splays out on the bed, taking up as much space as possible with his limbs, claiming it all before Umemiya tries taking his big spoon privileges. ]
[Umemiya slowly stalks forward, leaning in over Endo, a knee coming to rest between his legs and a hand grabbing each of his wrists. And then he kisses him. Slow and warm and hungry, staking a claim on Endo, if not on the bed.]
[ As soon as Umemiya is kissing him like he means it — like Endo is his — Endo relaxes in his hold. He hadn't been planning on putting up a real struggle, but he had thought about playing around a little longer. But why would he do that, when the needs he has tonight are being fulfilled by the way Umemiya reigns over him, the way his knee nudges against him — the way Umemiya acknowledges him every time they touch.
He surrenders.
He therefore doesn't fight the hold, but he does arch his back a little — just enough to communicate that he's seeking more as he returns the kiss, slow but passionate. ]
[Absolutely not a sincere complaint. Umemiya murmurs it against Endo's lips, shifting his knee to offer more pressure.]
Think you can get yourself off against me, just like this? I've been wondering since that night under the mistletoe. What you might have done, if I hadn't backed down.
[ That sounds like a challenge — one that has Endo opening his eyes and grinning against Umemiya's lips. ]
'Course I can. Easy.
[ He speaks this against Umemiya's mouth, before lightly nipping at his bottom lip. Then, holding his gaze, Endo moves himself against Umemiya's leg, seeking that friction. He starts slow, just that first mild movement, a pause, and then he rubs against him once more. ]
[ It doesn't take much for Endo to grow fully hard. His arousal started the moment Umemiya shoved him onto the bed. Held like this, with Umemiya bearing down on him and that knee perfectly positioned against his cock, getting him all the way there is quick — almost too easy.
Not that he minds at all. Umemiya wants a show, and Endo will give it to him.
He rolls his hips again, still maintaining eye contact. The friction of fabric between his cock and Umemiya's knee feels raw enough to promise an ache when all of this is done, but right now, it's pure pleasure. Another roll of his hips, and that feeling grows — makes him tense with a burst of fresh heat within him, as though pleasure is warming him from the insight out. Then he outright bucks against Umemiya, and the increase in intensity makes him momentarily close his eyes, biting his own lip and stretching within Umemiya's hold. ]
Fuck...
[ Spoken in a murmur, softly, but with an edge that threatens to give way. ]
You're going to make a mess of those nice pants, and then I'm going to clean you up and make you change back into your pajamas before I cuddle you.
[And he makes that sound just as hot and mildly threatening as any promise he's made Endo while holding onto him. And then he bends his head down to nip at the skin right below Endo's jaw.]
[ In response to that, Endo tilts his head back and moans, but he doesn't stop grinding himself against Umemiya's knee. His range of motion may be limited enough, but it doesn't temper his fervor as he really gets to moving his hips, he pace growing quicker. ]
I want —
[ He is in no position to want; he's entirely at Umemiya's mercy, ready to come apart at the seams, those promises in his ear. ]
Please —
[ He rolls his hips again, and again, and there's a tenseness to his body now that proves he's holding back, refraining from loosing himself so he can say, breathily: ]
A kiss —
[ His lips are parted, searching — though not outright claiming. ]
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The house is clean. Very clean. Up until he texted Umemiya, he distracted himself by tidying everything, top to bottom. The place smells faintly of clean laundry and citrus. Endo himself, while clean, isn't necessarily as tidy. He's wearing clothes that are likely surprising: old, worn pajamas that have seen much better days, which is unusual for someone whose outfits usually look new. His hair is a little more wild than usual, as though he skipped a step in taming it. Endo himself appears calm, however — borderline disinterested as he closes the door. ]
Do whatever you want. Go wherever you want.
[ That way Umemiya doesn't have to ask. ]
Just stay out of Takiishi's room. It's the one with the shut door.
[ Endo made sure the rest were open to make it easy on him. ]
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You look like shit. Go get me a comb or hairbrush, whatever you prefer to use.
[And in the meantime, he'll take his shoes off and move to the couch, sitting on it with all the dignity of a king on his throne.]
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Except, before that: ]
You want me to wet my hair first?
[ That's how he usually does it — to avoid breakage. ]
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[He'll save the deeper commentary on Endo and how he chooses to display his body for later, when they're both more firmly in the right mindset.
He'll save questions for then, too.]
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When he's back in his living room, Endo holds out a wide tooth comb. ]
Better? Or do you want me to wear something more suggestive?
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This is fine. I just wanted some effort, rather than feeling like you rolled out of bed and ordered a Dom the same way you would a pizza.
It lets me pretend you might give a fuck about me or something. Stupid thought, I know.
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[ Endo sits on the floor in the space that Umemiya makes for him. He sounds a little huffy, and there's a somewhat loaded pause, after which he says: ]
No one sees me like that.
[ Not even Takiishi — unless Endo is sick enough to have no clue what he's doing. ]
And I like those pjs.
[ He rotates out clothes, pajamas, shoes, all of it — save for that set, which has yet to be thrown away even though it's seen much better days.
In essence, it was less about not making an effort and more about being comfortable — maybe even vulnerable — in front of one person only. ]
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[Umemiya doesn't have an immediate response to that, so instead he turns to the task of taking care of Endo's hair. There's a pause after a few strokes with the comb, where Umemiya leans down to kiss the top of Endo's head.]
I understand now. I'm sorry. It really was a shock, considering how much you go out of your way to appear put-together.
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Nah, I shouldn't've done it. Not like that.
[ His tone is quiet, more self-reflective than usual.
But it's true: he could've warned Umemiya, or said something when he arrived. ]
I was still being a brat about it.
[ Maybe even subconsciously testing Umemiya? Or daring him to turn away? Endo doesn't know. He gets a little fucked up when Takiishi goes off like this. ]
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[He keeps working on the hair, going slower and taking longer than he needs to. It's the intricate rituals of it all.]
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[ He scoffs, but only lightly, after which he falls silent. For a long while, he says nothing, enjoying the sensation and letting it clear his mind of everything. Once Umemiya stops, Endo twists to look at him and asks: ]
You wanna chill in bed?
[ He had grand ideas for how this evening would go, but right now, he just — wants to be close to someone.
To Umemiya. ]
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[He has his bag of tricks, but he might not need it, if Endo's mind is someplace else. Instead, he's just content to 'chill'.]
I'm big spoon, just so we're clear.
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[ He's just being a brat again — because he is Umemiya's submissive. And even so, that's what Endo wants right now. To be held.
Maybe they'll play later tonight. Maybe before Umemiya leaves tomorrow, if Takiishi isn't home by then. Maybe they'll simply fall asleep.
He thought he wanted to kneel, but maybe he just wanted Umemiya.
Not point in overthinking it — not now that he's so relaxed. Endo leads the way to the bedroom. It's a little plain compared to the rest of the house, not devoid of personal effects, but not filled with them, either. His bed is big, though, and his sheets are very comfortable. ]
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[Whether or not this is a serious suggestion is pretty hard to tell.]
Or maybe I'd let you, but demand a forfeit, like blindfolding you or gagging you while you spooned me.
bed time for me :( i hope you have a good night!!
But that doesn't stop Endo from turning around right before he reaches the bed to say: ]
You're giving me reasons to rebel.
[ With a little smirk. ]
I might have to now.
Sleep well!
So long as you understand the consequences, brat.
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What consequence? This is perfectly comfortable.
[ He says this as he splays out on the bed, taking up as much space as possible with his limbs, claiming it all before Umemiya tries taking his big spoon privileges. ]
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He surrenders.
He therefore doesn't fight the hold, but he does arch his back a little — just enough to communicate that he's seeking more as he returns the kiss, slow but passionate. ]
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[Absolutely not a sincere complaint. Umemiya murmurs it against Endo's lips, shifting his knee to offer more pressure.]
Think you can get yourself off against me, just like this? I've been wondering since that night under the mistletoe. What you might have done, if I hadn't backed down.
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'Course I can. Easy.
[ He speaks this against Umemiya's mouth, before lightly nipping at his bottom lip. Then, holding his gaze, Endo moves himself against Umemiya's leg, seeking that friction. He starts slow, just that first mild movement, a pause, and then he rubs against him once more. ]
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Show me, slut.
[He's not going to do anything further to help. This is all Endo's show to perform. It was hot under the mistletoe and it's still hot now.]
oops i am still awake so here's one more tag
Not that he minds at all. Umemiya wants a show, and Endo will give it to him.
He rolls his hips again, still maintaining eye contact. The friction of fabric between his cock and Umemiya's knee feels raw enough to promise an ache when all of this is done, but right now, it's pure pleasure. Another roll of his hips, and that feeling grows — makes him tense with a burst of fresh heat within him, as though pleasure is warming him from the insight out. Then he outright bucks against Umemiya, and the increase in intensity makes him momentarily close his eyes, biting his own lip and stretching within Umemiya's hold. ]
Fuck...
[ Spoken in a murmur, softly, but with an edge that threatens to give way. ]
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[And he makes that sound just as hot and mildly threatening as any promise he's made Endo while holding onto him. And then he bends his head down to nip at the skin right below Endo's jaw.]
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I want —
[ He is in no position to want; he's entirely at Umemiya's mercy, ready to come apart at the seams, those promises in his ear. ]
Please —
[ He rolls his hips again, and again, and there's a tenseness to his body now that proves he's holding back, refraining from loosing himself so he can say, breathily: ]
A kiss —
[ His lips are parted, searching — though not outright claiming. ]
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Here's a threat: I could bring Takiishi home early. :P
omg if you're up for it i support this immensely
*cracks knuckles*
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