mysteries | ic; you look like you've been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel

[ The specific details aren't really important, but somehow Aoba managed to get through everything after Mizuki's hospitalisation and pretty much resolve all of it without frickle fracking with any of the guys around (or his dog, for that matter..) and here we are now, about a month after it all happened and Mizuki woke up from his coma. The young man has been out of the hospital for a few weeks now, but he's still wearing the bandages around his neck like it's the very first day he got out - he might be able to get something tatooed over it, sure, but he doesn't even want to look at it. Or think about it, but that part's a lot harder when everything keeps spooking through his mind.

He messed up, after all. Sure, he had the best intentions at the beginning, but he should have seen all of this stuff coming and done something about it instead of just letting it all happen. And now he's hurt more people than he can count - his entire gang (his family), and then Aoba and his grandmother.. all because he let himself be taken in by Morphine. Sure, thanks to the pressure but mostly belief of a few recovered members of Dry Juice he managed to revive the gang, even if it's not as big as it was before, and it doesn't seem like anyone is blaming him for anything.. but even if they aren't, Mizuki himself is doing that enough.

Even now.

Even now as he's sitting on the floor of Aoba's room he can't stop thinking about it. In front of his gang members he still managed to smile at times, even with as fake as it was, since he felt he had to. But here it's harder. Especially during the moments of silence it hits him all over again. Honestly, sometimes he can hardly believe that even after all of that the other guy would still invite him over like this.

Mizuki awkwardly plays with the fabric of his gloves as if to avoid having to directly look at Aoba. ]

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[ that feels really good- he gives a soft groan, unable to hold it back. he'll lean his head forward slightly at the push of his fingers, and exhales softly. if he wanted him to relax, this would certainly do the trick. ]

Mm...

[ For a moment he just lets his forehead rest against Aoba's, but then he instead moves. The movement of his fingers on the other's neck suddenly stops as he pulls them away from there, but instead it's replaced by the feeling of his lips on the skin of Aoba's neck. Mizuki carefully moves his lips across the skin there, alternating kissing and sucking lightly slowly like he's trying to explore ever single inch of the other and savoring it. He doesn't want this to be over too fast and even more than that he doesn't want Aoba to be uncomfortable - after all, this is all to prove that he wants to make up for all the things he did so badly. ]

[ the first brush makes him giggle softly, but he can feel the soft suck of his lips and his breath hitches. he purses his lips together and gulps, just letting Mizuki explore however he'd like. ]

[ Man, in a sense Aoba is so typical even now.. but it's nothing he minds - he wouldn't have become close to the other to begin with if he wasn't like this. Although recent events might have flipped the whole situation around for a bit, Aoba's always been such a kid compared to him, even back when they met. So that giggle? Nothing too unexpected.

He does feel at least a tiny bit more awkward though when his hand travels further and further south until it lingers just above Aoba's pants. Maybe it's the insecurity due to the whole Morphine thing speaking, but he can't help but pull away from the other's skin for a moment and look at the other guy, as if he's asking him if it's okay to go further. ]

[ he's barely registering how far his hand has gone in such a short amount of time - all his mind is focusing on is how nice it feels to have him nearby. feeling his hand moving down his body...

when Mizuki moves away from him, his eyes open instantly. was something wrong? he makes a small confused noise, before he notices his hand...

...ah, he was nervous about touching him.

Aoba's eyelids lower, and he carefully reaches out to wrap his fingers around Mizuki's wrist, guiding his hand closer until its brushing his stomach. the action lifts his shirt a bit. there's his answer. ]

You... can touch wherever you want.

[ He can't help but feel a little pathetic over his hesitation once those words spill past Aoba's lips. Thankfully he doesn't linger too long on it - not long enough to talk himself out of this, anyway, especially not if it's what Aoba wants too. So he fumbles for a moment with getting the zipper and buttons open before opening the other's pants and pulling his boxers down a little to reveal his member.

Mizuki's hand reached out, and a moment later his fingers gently curl around it. ]

Just tell me if you're feeling good. [ Because that's what he wants the most here - for Aoba to feel good, for him to feel happy, because it's what will make him happy too. Aoba's part of his family now, after all, even more so than Dry Juice has ever been.

And so his hand starts moving, going - still slowly - towards the base before moving up again. ]

ic; you look like you've been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel

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