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Eito spends his free time plotting his escape.
Frankly, there isn't anything else for him to do in his enclosure. He could list a great many terrible phrases to describe the Special Defense Unit members, but generous enough to provide him enrichment wasn't one of them. If it's not to provide him food, none of the others visit him. Besides from that hideous little Takumi, but he doesn't tend to stick around for very long. Granted, Eito himself isn't helping in that regard. Mocking and teasing your visitors does tend to make them leave quicker. But Takumi is just so hideously interesting to him, and it's just so wonderful seeing him screw up his face in anger, that he really just can't help himself.
All that aside, though- Eito's escape comes first. He'd been thinking about it, all day and night. The Infusers they were provided with were helpful - a sharp blade, deft and easy to wield. Easy to drive into one's heart, through the spaces between the ribs. The chances that he'd be able to convince someone to bring him his Infuser were non-existent. Which posed the question. There was a chance, that it wasn't a necessity. A convenient gift, bestowed upon them by a charitable Sirei. But perhaps he didn't need it. Maybe, any sharp impact to his heart would do.
With that thought, his plans began to spiral out more. Like a thin, spindly web. Eito lies on his back, on the floor of the cage - fingers interlaced and resting over his stomach. The sky above is fake. The screens ripple with hexagonal patterns. The light provides a warmth onto his skin that mimics sunlight, and even if it's a fabricated comfort, he accepts it for what it is. He wonders how different the real sunlight will feel like, when he escapes this place.
Although, all that conjecture was practically for naught as long as the hemoanima-suppression remains running. He can feel it, when he presses his hands against the bars of the cage. A light thrum of electricity surging through the metal. As long as that suppression is active, there was little he could do to break out of here himself. If he'd punctured his heart now, it would practically just be a suicide. Courtesy of Sirei, his DNA was no longer registered in the Revive-O-Matic. So one careless death, and he is truly gone from this world.
But... In the event that the system ever went offline? If the power to his cage ever went out - from his own doing or an external slip-up? Then...
Well, then they were talking.
So, yes. Yes, Eito deemed this line of planning useful enough to consider. If the power went out, he'd have a window to escape. If his assumption is correct, and piercing his heart with anything would be enough to set off his hemoanima. A risky ploy, he admitted. But the reward upon success was much greater. If it meant he had a chance to escape, then risking his life seemed like a perfectly good option.
What would he even use? Eito tilts his head to the side. The cage itself was adorned with these sort of... metal vines, with thorns running along the sides. The thorns themselves looked sharp enough, but too far away for him to reach. The posts on his bed were sharp, but at a bit of an... unwieldy angle. This needs to puncture his heart, after all. If he dies of blood loss before he can manage that, that would be exceptionally embarrassing. He could also just... hit at his chest until one of his ribs eventually punctured his heart, but there was no guarantee he'd be able to do it quick enough before the power came back. And if the power did come back too early, there wasn't much hope that he could call for help. No great options here, but as a last resort-
Eito is so deep in thought that he almost misses the sound of grass crunching nearby. Footsteps patter closer towards his cage, and Eito leisurely tilts his head back to look when he sees a shadow drop over him. He's more than a little pleased when it's Takumi that he sees standing outside, a tray of food in his hands. His gaze barely lingers on the food, because-
"Wow! You look terrible today, Takumi!" Eito sits up, swivelling around until he's sitting cross-legged, facing his visitor. "Well, more terrible than usual. You've always met a baseline of ugliness, but this is a little much."
"Don't give me that." It doesn't matter how grating Takumi's voice sounds like. Eito always finds a kind of pleasure in hearing that irritated tone coming from his dear nemesis. But truly, Eito wasn't making anything up here. Takumi did look terrible - dark splotches underneath his eyes, his skin looking particularly pale and clammy. His hair is falling into his eyes, unkempt. Even his voice lacked a bit of its usual bark. How surprising. From what Takumi himself had mentioned about his sleeping habits, Eito would have expected him to have simply gone back to bed if he was feeling under the weather.
Eito shuffles himself closer. "Haha, I'm just saying it as it is. You look like you have something on your mind." He watches as Takumi crouches down to place the tray on the floor, before fumbling around in his jacket for the keys. "You can confide in me, if you'd like." He'd considered this approach before, too - waiting for someone to unlock his cage door to slide the tray in, attacking them before they could lock it again.
Takumi looks up and meets his gaze. Something in his tired, blue eyes, screams don't even think about it. Eito smiles warmly in response. Right. With everyone awake and about, he wouldn't get very far without alerting the rest of the Special Defense Unit. If he could even get past Takumi without him alerting everyone. Or just... stopping Eito himself. Takumi's gaze stays on him, longer than usual. He slowly unlocks the cage, sliding the tray inside. This strange increase in cautiousness is rather intriguing. He doesn't take his eyes off of Eito. And before Eito knows it, the door is closed and swiftly locked again.
"Oh, you don't need to worry. If it's about me, you can rest easily. Your good little prisoner isn't going anywhere." It's a mocking kind of reassurance. The type that prods at the idea that he's enough of a threat to even warrant giving assurance. But it makes Takumi wince, and Eito's smile only grows wider. Ah, so it was about that. He doesn't know the exact details, but he doesn't need them. Eito gets to his feet, completely ignoring the tray of food. He walks right up to the bars of his enclosure. When he grips onto them with his hands, Takumi seems to bristle.
"Aww, Takumi..." Something saccharine drips like honey from his voice. "Are you scared I'm going to break out of here and run away? You put me in this cage, and that's not even enough for you." Eito leans forward, until his forehead is pressing against the bars. "What else do you need to soothe those worries of yours? Are you going to handcuff me? Tie me up, maybe? I'm sure it's tempting to strip me of even more of my freedom. I know you aren't as virtuous as you pretend to be."
Fury has always been a good look on Takumi. If his reaction is anything to go by, Eito has certainly struck at quite a few nerves here. He catalogues this information away for future use, filing it away into the corner of his brain he reserves for the most fascinating human being he knows of. Takumi opens his mouth to respond, but something shifts in his expression. "... You can say whatever you want. I'm not going to open this cage any longer than I need to, even if it's to punch you."
"No, no. I'm being genuine here! I insist, Takumi. Tie me to the bars of my enclosure. Whatever helps ugly Takumi sleep better at night, since he's been tossing and turning so badly that he has dark circles under his eyes." Eito can't help keep the glee from creeping into his voice.
"Fine- whatever, maybe I will." Takumi turns around sharply on his heel, walking away pointedly from his cage. "Eito, you are seriously the worst." He watches him leave, his gaze burning through Takumi's back, until the door to the courtyard slams shut firmly behind him. Takumi doesn't even look back once. Eito lets go of the bars, stepping back from the front of the cage. As far as most mornings go, that was certainly an entertaining one.
Takumi, the dreadful creature that he is, has some sort of strange complex about promises. Holding himself responsible, sticking to his word. Oh, what Eito would give to pick at his weird little brain and figure out what that's all about. Beyond his general amusement, and the rather enthralling implications that Takumi is losing sleep over him (how joyous!) Eito didn't give too much thought to that conversation.
So naturally, a few days later, when Takumi turns up to his enclosure with a roll of ribbon in his hands, Eito... doesn't really have the chance to mask his shock.
"Is something wrong, Eito?" Takumi looks infuriatingly pleased with himself. And looking better, the dark circles around his eyes much less pronounced. His skin looks as disgusting as always, but at least not as clammy. "Hey, I said I would. And you insisted."
It's... actually, really funny. This is really funny, once he gets over the initial surprise. Not chains, not handcuffs. Not even rope. Ribbons? Takumi is going to tie him up with ribbons? He's going to keep him in a cage, and tie him up with ribbons. Splendid. Oh, and because it can't get any more ridiculous, the ribbons are red.
Eito sort of just... blinks. Standing there silently as his mind frantically tries to catch up, to make something of this situation.
Clearly, his first course of action should be to burst out laughing. Takumi has just handed him another opportunity to tease him on a silver platter. By all accounts, he should give into the urge to start laughing hysterically, and make as much fun of Takumi as he can before Takumi makes it out of the courtyard doors. But something else occurs to him. That isn't the only thing Takumi is offering. There's a certain way he could play these cards, that could get him a tad closer to his escape. And it's frankly very stupid, and if it works he will absolutely cry with laughter. But he loses nothing if it doesn't work out.
So, Eito smoothens out his expression. "Hm, I suppose I did say that." He clasps his hands in front of himself. "Though... I suppose if we are going to do this, shouldn't we do it somewhere more... private? Your room, perhaps? We might get in trouble if we don't!"
He enjoys seeing Takumi's smug look falter, and sift into something akin to confusion. He watches as Takumi slowly looks down at the roll of ribbons in his hands, then back up at Eito - and he certainly enjoys watching Takumi's face flush bright red. "-Wait, private?"
"Yes, Takumi. You don't mean to say this isn't a sex thing for you? You could have picked handcuffs, but you went with ribbons."
"W-Well, okay. When you put it that way-" Takumi has a fascinating way he trips over his words. It makes his voice slightly more bearable to Eito's ears. He watches impassively as Takumi sputters out a few more incoherent syllables, seemingly only now understanding the implications of what he's holding. Oh, Takumi. You stupid little thing.
Takumi goes quiet, reaches up to awkwardly rub at the back of his neck. And then, after a few moments, Eito watches as he straightens up. Takumi just... looks at him. A scrutinizing, suspicious kind of gaze. "... A-Actually, I'm surprised you seem to be down for that. As a... a sex thing."
"I think it could be fun," is Eito's simple response.
They stand there for a while, doing nothing but looking at each other. He watches the way Takumi shifts in place. As absurd of a proposal as it is, Eito is seriously hoping Takumi bites here. Not because he wants Takumi to tie him up that badly- but because of the opportunity this would give him. He needs some kind of weapon for his escape plan. Something to jam into his chest and puncture his heart and release his hemoanima, so he can break the lock of his cage and finally get out of this prison of a school. And if he can convince Takumi to bring him into his room, he'd surely find something suitable for the job. He could squirrel something away while Takumi's all... distracted. It's a good enough excuse as to why he'd want to go outside of his cage, beyond the obvious "escaping". And Takumi's room on the rooftop is far enough away from the main entrance that Eito would have to run all the way across the school if he wanted to get out. Ample time for someone to catch him.
And Takumi will get something he wants out of this, won't he? Sure, maybe more sexually charged than he'd anticipated, but Takumi would get some... strange satisfaction from this. If that initial look on his face was anything to go by. Not that Eito particularly cares about Takumi's feelings - but it'd be a lovely trick to play on him, to let his guard down.
It's practically an eternity before Takumi finally moves. Watching as Takumi slips the ribbons into his pocket, a wave of disappointment washes over Eito.
But he's jumping to conclusions, because Takumi fishes the cage keys out of his other pocket, and steps up to unlock the door. He doesn't bother to hide the smile that creeps across his face.
Takumi steps inside, and grabs Eito by the wrist - so tightly that it hurts. But he doesn't complain, because Takumi might change his mind if he gets any indication that Eito's about to break free and make a run for it. So he stands there politely, and lets Takumi pull him out of the courtyard and up the stairs.
Eito is rather unceremoniously shoved into Takumi's room.
While Takumi's busy fiddling with the lock, he takes a moment to quickly survey his surroundings. The table to his right is barren of anything useful. He supposes that would be too easy. There's a decent chance he'd be able to excuse himself to the bathroom later, if he wants to check around in there. The desk next to Takumi's bed next catches his eye. A few sheets of paper lie on the desk, stationery scattered haphazardly around. He's not surprised in the slightest. Of course ugly Takumi would be so pathetically disorganised. The paper is entirely unimportant. But the stationery? The handful of pens and pencils lying around...?
The door locks with a click behind him, and he feels something nudge him on the arm. "C'mon. Uh, you should probably get on the bed for this?" Takumi's voice lifts at the end, like it's a question. Despite the fact that he's about to be physically restrained, Eito doesn't feel particularly threatened at all. After all, Takumi is the reason he's been kept alive after revealing his true colours - Sirei, and likely some of the others, would have killed him in a heartbeat. So Eito walks over to stand in front of the bed. He crouches down to undo his shoelaces and toe his shoes off, because he's not the kind of animal who puts their shoes on other people's furniture. He wrinkles his nose at the state of Takumi's unmade bed, taking a few moments to fix the blanket and smooth it back out. And then, after all that - he gets on Takumi's bed, crawling over to the middle before sitting down on his knees.
When he looks back at Takumi, the latter is fiddling with the ribbon roll. He gets it open, pulls the ribbon out until there's a sizable length hanging out of the spool. And then Takumi's walking over, and then the bed creaks as he gets on it as well, crawling over until he's kneeling in front of Eito. The look in his eyes is strangely thoughtful. He reaches up with one hand to push his black bangs out of his face, and Eito's eyes follow the movement.
"Alright, so. Take your jacket off." Takumi eventually says. A beat, and then- "You can keep the rest of your clothes on, if you want."
... Well, Eito isn't going to argue with that. There's a lot that he's willing to put up with, but the feeling of Takumi's revolting hands against his bare skin would likely make him hurl. So he complies, unzipping his jacket and pulling it off. He folds it into a neat pile, before placing it down next to him.
When he turns back around to face Takumi, the look he finds plastered across his face is... interesting. He still looks as awkward as he did when he'd first brought this up in the courtyard, but there's something a little more intense in his eyes. His gaze lingers on Eito's throat, the expanse of pale skin that his inner shirt doesn't cover. It's definitely unfamiliar to Eito, being scrutinized this closely. It makes him feel rather warm, despite the fact that he's just taken his jacket off.
Takumi crawls over until he's behind Eito, tapping him lightly on his arm. There's still a layer of fabric between Takumi's touch and his skin, but he has to suppress a shudder regardless. "Okay, we'll start with your arms. Can you put your hands behind your back?"
Eito complies, leaning forward and putting his hands behind his back. He crosses his wrists over each other. The more readily he complies, the quicker Takumi will lower his guard. And the faster that happens, the better chance Eito will have to take something useful from his room without Takumi noticing. "Like this?" Frankly, there's no reason to ask, because what else would Takumi want him t-
"Yeah, that's good."
...
Haha.
Okay.
His breath hitches - just a little. He pushes that weird feeling out of his mind when he feels fabric press against his wrists. The plastic spool made it look cheap upon first glance, but it's surprisingly... soft. He can't feel the exact texture through his gloves, but it's not as stiff as a cheap craft ribbon. Takumi takes his sweet time with it, winding the ribbon around his wrists several times - thankfully, not tight enough to cut off his circulation. He hears a snip, and his eyes fly open - scissors? That... that might work, if he could get his hands on that after all this is said and done. But would it be too obvious if it went missing?
He has to put that train of thought on hold, because Takumi speaks up again. "That's done. Eito, can you move your hands?" Eito gives it a try. There's a bit of give, and he can shift a little bit... but not that much.
"Nope! You really are taking this seriously. I can't move at all!" He glances over his shoulder and shoots Takumi a cheerful wink. His lips curl into a smile when he hears Takumi sigh in response. He feels a bit more pressure, higher up on his arms. Takumi pulls another length of ribbon from the roll, winding it around. He doesn't tie this one as tightly, and Takumi seems to be less concerned with its placement, so Eito assumes this specific part of ribbon might just be for aesthetic purposes.
When Takumi is eventually satisfied with that, he shuffles back on the bed. He goes quiet for a while, but Eito can still feel his gaze running across his body. Eito runs his tongue over his lip. "Well, Takumi? Is this doing anything for you yet?"
"Kind of..." There's a tone in Takumi's voice that Eito recognizes as curiosity. Curious about what, though? Maybe Takumi is finding out some things about himself. He hears the bedsheets rustle behind him, and he sees a blur of red in his peripheral vision. Takumi is shuffling right back up to him. A... lot closer than before. A breath away from pressing against his side. "Anyway, we're not done yet." Takumi mumbles, before gently pressing his hand against Eito's thigh. Heat licks through the fabric and into his skin at the contact point, coiling up his body. Something warm settles into his gut.
"Lift yourself up a bit. I'm going to tie your legs together next."
Eito complies. Takumi puts the roll of ribbon onto the bed, reaching over with his free hand to pull Eito's other leg closer. He eventually ends up with his legs closed, pressed against each other, and this seems to satisfy Takumi - who picks the ribbon back up and begins to tie it around both of Eito's thighs. When the length of the ribbon presses against his body, and Takumi pulls it taut, it feels- kind of good. Like small little sparks flickering against his skin. Eito looks away, at some distant spot on the wall, and belatedly wonders if he should be putting up more of a fight here. It's to lower Takumi's guard, one part of him says. There's a practical reason. He'll be watching you too closely if you start antagonizing him.
But he's starting to feel really weird about this. Like he's- kind of dizzy, he's strangely off-kilter. Uneasy, maybe? A thin layer of heat rolls underneath his skin, and he has to put just a bit more effort into keeping his breathing level and steady. Everything seems to be going according to plan, but he still feels like he's on the back foot. So, yes. He should say something here, he should vie for some more control in this situation. Eito has a great many insults he could throw at Takumi. He sifts through something to say, something to tease him about. He'll feel much better when he sees Takumi roll his eyes, see that lovely irritation on his face. That will certainly help calm him down.
Eito opens his mouth at the same time Takumi says: "Oh, you look cute like this."
...
What?
Somehow, some way, every single word he had lined up just died on his tongue. Cute? Cute? What on earth is Takumi talking about? Eito closes his jaw with a click, tilting his head down to see... whatever he's referring to. Which ends up being a bow. Takumi has tied his legs together, and tied a neat bow with the ends of the ribbon. Right in the middle.
"What do you think, Eito?" He hears the smile in Takumi's voice. Looking at his legs tied like this makes his face burn.
"... This is a little absurd."
Takumi laughs, all of that previous awkwardness dissipating into the air. He doesn't reply, merely pressing his palm to Eito's chest. He hopes Takumi can't feel the way his heart thuds against his chest. Takumi pushes, just slightly, and Eito sits back down on his knees. For a long pause, neither of them say or do anything. Before Takumi slowly speaks.
"You're doing well, by the way. I never thought you'd cooperate so nicely."
Oh, does Eito like the sound of that. He breathes out a laugh, which comes out a little shakier than he'd like it to. "Oh, Takumi! How sweet of you to say, but you really don't need to flatter me."
When Takumi doesn't reply, Eito tilts his head - looking over to meet his gaze. Which, in hindsight, was an absolutely awful idea. Because he finds something quite... scary, there. Takumi doesn't look convinced in the slightest. He looks- intrigued. Like he'd just found something particularly fascinating in whatever Eito had just said. There's an intense look in his eyes that sends static thrumming through his body, and Eito has to tear his gaze away from that look. What a ghastly, terrifying creature. He can hear his own pulse thundering in his ears just from bearing near Takumi. Terrible, terrible, terrible.
The sharp snip of scissors cuts cleanly through Eito's thoughts. His eyes focus, and Takumi holds another length of ribbon in his hands. This one is really long - long enough to form multiple loops. "Alright, this is the last one. Hold onto this for me." He lifts one end of the ribbon, holding it out in front of Eito's face.
Eito looks at it. Then, he looks up at Takumi. Then, back at the ribbon. And- obediently, Eito leans forward to take the ribbon into his mouth. He bites down on it, careful to not let it slip away.
"There we go." Takumi says. His smile is... sweet. "What a good boy."
Eito bites down harder on the ribbon to muffle whatever awful sound was about to come out of his mouth.
Takumi takes the other end of the ribbon, beginning to wind the length around Eito's body. It goes once across his chest, then again a little lower. He wraps the ribbon around Eito's waist. Then, Takumi runs it right back up again, criss-crossing over Eito's body. Takumi reaches up to his face, and Eito releases the ribbon from his mouth as soon as Takumi grabs onto it. And, because he's a horrible thing that just loves to keep torturing him like this, he decides to tie another bow. Directly across Eito's chest. Like he's some kind of present.
This is awful.
"Haha, I'm sorry." Takumi seems to be keeping a close eye on him, because he reads his expressions cleanly. He does not sound sorry in the slightest. "Uh, I just like the way you react to that."
Takumi shifts the bow, tugging on it until he's happy with the placement, then gives it a gentle pat before drawing away. Eito stares down at the bow sitting neatly on his chest, many mixed emotions flooding through him. "Ugh, I'm sure you do."
With an airy laugh, Takumi sits back. He tilts his head to the side as he... presumably, admires his work. His gaze rakes down Eito's body, which is a kind of attention he's not particularly used to getting. It makes him feel... squirmy. Like he's going to crawl out of his skin. He shifts a bit under Takumi's scrutiny. Eito also takes a moment to look down at himself, because it's a better option than looking at Takumi.
Takumi's handiwork is... surprisingly alright. The bows on his thighs and chest and tied neatly. The ribbons around his body press firmly against his clothes and skin - enough for him to feel, but not so much so that it'd be painful. Frankly speaking, he assumed Takumi would be absolutely shockingly bad at this. He doesn't strike him as particularly artistically inclined, nor someone who's done this kind of thing before.
...
"Takumi. Did you... Did you practice this?"
"Well, yeah." Takumi's answer comes surprisingly nonchalant. "I figured if I was going to tie you up, I might as well do a decent job at it." And then, because Takumi is the most annoying thing he has ever had the misfortune of meeting, he adds on: "And I practiced on myself, so don't get jealous."
Eito grits his teeth, and doesn't bother to respond to Takumi's addendum. "Right. Well, are you satisfied now? Your dear little prisoner is all at your mercy. How wonderful for you, you miserable controlling freak."
In lieu of a response, Takumi crawls closer, approaching him until he's so close that he's straddling Eito's lap. He's so close that he's nearly on top of him. His breath is warm, fanning across Eito's face. Takumi runs a finger along the ribbon across his chest. He reaches over Eito's body, grabbing at the ribbons across his back. He gives it a tug, until the ribbons across Eito's shirt press against his chest snugly. The pressure is- well, it sure is something. It's just ribbons. Nice ribbons, but nothing amazing. It's seriously nothing fancy. And yet, it does make him feel more than a little dizzy.
Takumi settles his other hand on top of Eito's thigh, just a short distance from where Eito wants him to put it. Where he really wants Takumi to touch him, actually. That thought strikes him suddenly, slices clean through the fog in his head - and Eito doesn't need to glance down to know that he's embarrassingly hard. He likely has been for a while, if he's being honest with himself.
He feels Takumi let go of the ribbons, and starts to just... touch Eito, all over his body. And Takumi doesn't shut up, as he does it.
"I honestly expected that you'd be really... I don't know, thin and sickly, under that giant jacket of yours." He places his hands on Eito's waist, slowly running them along his sides. The sensation draws out a full-body shudder from him. "But you're pretty well-built. I mean, you're still wearing your clothes. But I can kind of tell without your jacket." Takumi fiddles with some of the ribbons, adjusting them again to wherever he wants them to go. "I guess I can feel it too."
"Hm. You must be so disappointed, then." Eito tilts his head back, fixing Takumi with a smirk. "That I'm not as easy to break as you'd like."
"Not really. I... think it's kinda hot?"
Eito might have actually, genuinely, short-circuited for a second there.
Takumi finds him hot.
What the hell. What on earth is he supposed to do with this information?
Is this- well, his body certainly thinks this is a good thing. By the time Eito's brain has actually processed all of that, Takumi has moved on - and now, he's running his hands over Eito's arms. "Well, I already knew you were strong. You can swing that scythe of yours like it's nothing." Takumi seems to have picked up on the faint tremble running like a current through Eito's body, because his touch shifts from exploratory to gentle. "You're pretty formidable, you know? It's impressive."
"You're joking." Eito's voice is ragged. "You- I-"
"Yeah, I know what kind of person you are. Kind of hard not to." Takumi's words are smooth. He trails one finger along his neck, feeling how Eito's pulse jumps and stutters. Distantly, Eito is not at all surprised that Takumi would take up the role of Team Leader, if he's this damn good at talking. "Doesn't mean it's not true."
Eito tugs at the ribbons around his wrists, but they don't budge. This is... bad. This is his nemesis, his horrendous monstrous rival, and if they were going to do something in Takumi's room it would have been violent and charged and probably ending up with someone's teeth (hopefully his) in someone's neck (hopefully Takumi's) and maybe a bit of someone's blood spilled (he'd be fine either way). He was inviting Takumi to restrain him and do whatever he wanted to him, and he chose to do this. To... say all kinds of nice things, and touch him so sweetly, and bind his hands and legs so he can't get away from it, and the most despicable part of all is that Eito really, really likes it.
He doesn't know what expression he's making, and he doesn't want to know. His glasses are slipping down his face, and Takumi reaches up to readjust them. Eito stares at him with the most incredulous expression he can muster.
"... Am I talking too much?"
"Yes," Eito manages to gasp out. "Yes, you definitely are."
Takumi smiles, a sharp sort of thing that sends heat spiking deep in Eito's gut. "Okay, good."
And then- Takumi leans forward slowly, watching closely for any hint of apprehension in Eito's eyes. When he finds none, he moves in even closer- until he's gently pressing his lips against Eito's, sliding his hand up to cup his face. Eito lets his eyes flutter closed, tilts his head and parts his lips-
A few things happen in quick succession.
Takumi presses into the kiss, licking curiously into Eito's mouth. His hand trails away from his cheek and snake up into Eito's hair. He grasps near the root, pulls on it experimentally, and smiles against Eito's mouth when he feels the latter gasp. And then Takumi's other hand drops down, trailing across Eito's hip - and over to the front of his pants. He presses his palm down, working it over his cock harshly, and Eito honest-to-god keens into Takumi's mouth.
Takumi breaks away, pulling back and drawing in lungfuls of air. "That-" He pants sharply, staring down Eito with something hungry in his eyes. "That was a nice sound you made, Eito. You should do it again."
Under any other circumstance, Eito would never even consider making such... such pathetic noises so openly. But- something fluttery trembles inside him at those words, and he wants to be good, and he sees that expectant look tingeing Takumi's expression, and- well, he'd like to hear Takumi praise him again. He'd like that a lot. So, when Takumi gives another rough tug to Eito's hair, and palms over his dick through his pants, Eito lets a sharp whimper escape from his throat.
Which Eito, of course, immediately regrets doing as soon as he hears himself.
Eito reaches up to slap a palm over his mouth, which he- he can't do, because his hands are tied firmly behind his back. He tugs his wrists against the bindings, but Takumi truly did practice for this, and it doesn't budge. A cold sense of embarrassment fizzles through his stomach, but Takumi presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, dips down to nuzzle his face into Eito's neck. "There we go. So cooperative..." His voice is laced with something so genuinely pleased that, despite himself, Eito finds himself preening at the feeling.
He rocks his hips as best as he can into Takumi's hand, stuttering around a moan as Takumi thankfully gives him some kind of friction. Takumi grinds the heel of his palm against him, smiling against Eito's neck as the pleasure hits the latter like an electric shock. It's- it's ridiculous, how worked up he is. Because when Takumi pulls his hand away, the loss of contact rips a staggering breath out of his lungs. Takumi's arms wrap around Eito's body, his hands trailing down his back - rubbing soothing motions through the fabric and into his skin. Eito grits his teeth, screws his eyes shut. Shifts helplessly against his restraints.
"Takumi-" At the sound of his name, Takumi hums in response. He feels it more than he hears it, the vibrations pressing against his neck. "Come on... Just touch me properly." He tries to make it come off as a demand. Tries, is the key word here. But that seems to be enough for Takumi, who detaches himself from Eito's throat. Takumi shuffles back just enough that his body is no longer pressed flush against Eito's, but close enough that he's still straddling his tied-up legs.
"Alright." Takumi breathes. "But only because you've been behaving so well."
Takumi brings his hands down to undo the front of Eito's pants. When he slips a hand in and finally wraps his fingers around his dick, Eito has to put a lot of effort in to not immediately buck up into the touch. But it's worth it, to hear Takumi's light, surprised laughter. Takumi is rough with his strokes, firm and bordering on painful, and either Takumi is one lucky bastard or Eito is a little easier to read than he'd thought- but it's exactly the kind of touch he needs, after all those warm soupy words and feather-light brushes. He makes a wet kind of sobbing noise, reverberating in this throat, and tugs at his restraints again despite knowing that it'll do nothing. Maybe that's kind of the point.
Eito opens his eyes, looks down at himself, and- well, this is rather obscene. He thought the ribbons already made him look indecent, but watching Takumi jerk him off amongst all the stupid ribbons is-
Takumi gives a particularly firm squeeze, and a sharp cry tumbles from Eito's mouth.
He's not going to last much longer, if this is the pace Takumi wants to upkeep. Which for all intents and purposes, it really seems like he does. He looks up again, and Takumi is watching him, pinning him down with his gaze, and there's really no amount of nice words that could make that any less mortifying. Eito is absolutely, one-hundred-percent positive that he is blushing all the way up to his ears. Again, mortifying.
"You're close, right?" Takumi asks. What does it look like, Eito kind-of-really wants to snap back. But he presses his lips together, thinks better of it, and just nods frantically. Takumi seems happy enough with this, because his hand keeps working him, and it takes no time at all for Eito to start trembling even more, drawing his breath in short, sharp pants. He feels Takumi thumb at the tip of his cock, pressing the blunt edge of his nail gently against the slit - and Eito jolts so hard he nearly falls over.
Takumi draws in closer, and his agitating, awful voice fills Eito's ears - and he's swamped with a bunch of nearly-unbearable noise, but Eito has just enough presence of mind to pick out bits and pieces of it. Of how good he is, how obediently he follows orders like a good boy, how wonderfully he's taking everything Takumi is giving him. His pretty voice, his soft hair. How much Takumi likes seeing him shaking and struggling and whining-
It hits him suddenly, like something snapping into place inside of him. He gasps and shudders and makes all kinds of humiliating noises as he unravels, but he can hardly hear it - it's all drowned out by Takumi's voice. His nerves are flickering, short-circuiting with electricity. And Takumi dutifully works him through it, stroking him the way he likes it, until he's shuddering from overstimulation. His cum splatters against his shirt, and gets on some of the ribbons - but he hardly cares about that. When the aftershocks subside enough that he can open his eyes, blinking a few times until his eyes re-focus...
Takumi is- still on his lap. Not surprising. But he's fished his own cock out of his pants, stroking himself feverishly. His eyes, half lidded, roam over Eito's body. Trailing across the ribbons, a bright red against his white clothes and pale skin. He grabs frantically at the ribbon over Eito's chest, dragging him forward and crashing their mouths together. Eito's body feels kind of heavy, and he's still reeling, so there's not much he can do except let Takumi stick his tongue down his throat. When Takumi comes, he moans softly into the kiss - and Eito swallows it up greedily.
This time, it's Eito that pulls away, tilting his head and catching his breath. Takumi crawls off of Eito, lying down bonelessly next to him on the bed.
"Takumi," Eito turns his head to glance over to the aforementioned little creature, who blinks up blearily at him. "Can you untie me now? My knees are starting to hurt."
He hears some tired grumbling, but Takumi relents - leaning over behind Eito and... patting around on the blankets? Well, that's what it sounds like. When he hears a snip and the ribbons around his wrists fall loosely away, he realizes that Takumi had gone for the scissors. Eito watches the ribbons fall onto the bed, one by one, until Takumi's finished with his job. He puts the scissors back down on the bed, yawning.
Eito takes a moment to finally stretch out his limbs, stretching languidly on the bed like a particularly tall and evil cat. He glances over to Takumi, at his relaxed expression. Undoubtedly enjoying the afterglow. Then, his gaze trails over to the scissors.
Takumi eventually sits back up, looking around sleepily. His eyes scour across the bedsheets, looking for... something. Eito watches from where he's seated nearby on the bed as the gears turn in Takumi's head, and then-
"-Ow! Takumi!" Eito yelps, as Takumi whips around, grabbing his wrist. Even through the thick fabric of Eito's jacket, Takumi is gripping his wrist tight enough for it to hurt.
"Eito." Takumi snaps, something serious filtering into his voice. "... Where's the scissors? You took them, didn't you? Hand them over."
"I didn't, don't jump to conclusions so hastily." Eito points at the table next to the bed using his non-captive hand. Takumi doesn't even turn to look, so he has to continue. "I put it on your desk, so you wouldn't roll over and stab yourself on it. That's why I got up before." Takumi tightens his grip, but eventually does turn to look.
The scissors rest neatly on the table, next to the roll of red ribbon. Which Eito had dutifully taken the time to roll back up around the spool, when he was cleaning up after the both of them.
"Oh." Is Takumi's eloquent response. He lets go of Eito's wrist, reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck. "... I guess you did. That's my bad, then." He has the decency to look a little sorry, especially when he sees Eito rubbing at his wrist. Takumi gets up from the bed, gesturing for Eito to follow. "Come on. Let's get you back to your cage before anyone wonders where you've gone."
Eito shuffles off of the bed, only a little wobbly on his legs when he stands up. He pulls his shoes back on, following Takumi out the door. As they walk down the corridor towards the courtyard, Eito slips his hands into the pockets of his thick jacket. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips as his fingers brush against the pen he'd slipped inside.