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YOU - You are roused from your sleep again by the loudest, most unpleasant noise you have ever had the misfortune to be woken by.
HALF LIGHT - This is it. They dropped the bombs. The Coalition have finally got sick of our bullshit, and they’re wiping us off the map once and for all.
YOU - Oh god, do you think it’s because they found out about me and Kim??
HALF LIGHT - Could be. IF KIM DIDN’T ALREADY DIE IN HIS SLEEP, THAT IS!
YOU - Oh *god* –
KIM KITSURAGI – “Mmh…” Mercifully still alive, Kim rises *very slowly* from his spot on your chest; just like you, he slept only in his underwear. His eyes are still closed, and his short hair is stuck at odd, messy angles.
He makes a half-hearted attempt to reach over your body to the bedside table closest to you, but when he realises he isn’t even close, he collapses on top of you again with a low groan of resignation.
YOU - Okay I think *now* he’s dead?
VOLITION - For the love of Dolores he’s not *dead*. But he might be soon, if you don’t turn off that alarm and put him out of his misery.
HAND EYE COORDINATION [Challenging: Success] - You reach across, and though it does take a few violent smacks before you find the right switch, you finally manage to diffuse the vile thing.
PERCEPTION (HEARING) - A sudden, blissful silence rings out across Kim’s bedroom. Amidst it, you hear him make a little grumbling sound that might be relief.
LOGIC - Surely he doesn’t need to stick to such a horribly intrusive alarm tone. And while we’re at it, why does he insist on setting his alarm for 6:50am *every* day? He lives not a 20 minute drive from the precinct.
VOLITION - Well, Kim probably doesn’t just roll out of bed five minutes before he needs to leave the house and throw on a pair of trousers, which is more or less the extent of your morning routine.
YOU - Suddenly remembering that you can, you place a hand on top of his head, gently weaving your fingers into the thickest part of his hair.
KIM KITSURAGI - Face down on your sternum, he hums, but the gesture doesn’t seem to wake him up any more than the alarm did.
EMPATHY - It occurs to you then, that Kim may not be a very good morning person.
LOGIC - And perhaps he sets his alarm so early, because that’s how long it takes him to prepare for his reintegration into society.
YOU - You don’t really have that problem; you wake every day to the cerebral equivalent of 24 children jumping on you and the bed, all of them noisy and with conflicting demands. You get up pretty quickly after that.
VOLITION - We should probably invest in an alarm ourselves, instead of relying entirely on our body clock to wake us up on time.
SUGGESTION - No need – *this* is our bed now. In fact we should probably think about selling our apartment altogether, won't be needing that anymore!
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - And then we can use the money to build a new Cardiozone in Kim’s apartment! Think about it, son: a squat rack, and a dumbbell rack, every rack there is!
VISUAL CALCULUS - As it stands, there’s insufficient floor space to fit any of those things. But if you were to move Kim’s bed into the corner and remove one of the bedside tables, you’d have approximately 10 square ft of open floor space to work with. That might just be enough for your purposes.
RHETORIC [Easy: Failure] - Kim will ABSOLUTELY be on board with turning his bedroom into Cardiozone 2.
AUTHORITY - And then you can bench his bodyweight, and force him to watch!
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - And THEN maybe you’ll FINALLY get laid!
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - YES! PERFECT!! CARDIOZONE FOREVER!
YOU - It occurs to you then that this might be the most unified your mind has been in a while, in a weird way.
KIM KITSURAGI - And you remember why immediately, when Kim finally looks up, cracks an eye open at you and yawns. Somewhat clumsily by his standards, he pulls himself up your body, resting his head in the spot where your neck and shoulder meet.
“Hum. Good morning, detective.”
RHETORIC - The *detective* there was pure muscle memory – saying it perhaps without realising it, in his half-conscious state.
SUGGESTION - Unbearable fondness digs its talons into your lungs. Your hand, left behind, now rests idly on his waist, and you squeeze him in a little closer.
EMPATHY - You feel Kim bristle beneath you; he’s happy enough, but also utterly mortified. It’s been so long since he woke up next to someone else that he doesn’t dare quantify it, but he knows he would need to measure the time in years. He really *is* more repressed than you.
ESPRIT DE CORPS - Pre-Hanged Man, the Lieutenant would have sooner faced castration, than found himself with a fellow RCM officer, let alone his fucking *partner*. He has wondered many times since then, as he wonders now – if you weren’t put on Elysium purely to test his resolve.
AUTHORITY - Ha ha. You win, he loses.
KIM KITSURAGI - He presses a few idle kisses into your skin.
AUTHORITY - Oop, never mind, you’re absolutely *fucked*.
YOU - “So, um,” you swallow down a slight yawn. “When did you decide you needed an air raid siren as your alarm?” You ask it to distract from the heat rising up the back of your neck.
KIM KITSURAGI - He hums a little humorous laugh, and rises up on his forearms to look at you. One on the mattress, one on your chest. “Sorry, I should have warned you. It's the only sound that works for me.”
You watch his eyes trace your features. Without his glasses, you're not certain how much of you he can actually see, but it must be enough to keep him looking.
PAIN THRESHOLD - Honestly, his lack of vision is probably doing us a favour.
KIM KITSURAGI - “How did you sleep, otherwise?”
YOU - He’s asked you that plenty of times before, especially during the start of your recovery, when sleep eluded you more nights than not. But never with him in the same bed, your bare legs tangled vaguely together. His belly warm over yours.
SUGGESTION - He regards you with the same seriousness that's been drawing you to him from the very start. And he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it.
PERCEPTION (TOUCH) - Tracing idle circles over your chest with a fingertip.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - They haven’t even invented *words* for the things you would do to him right now, Harry.
YOU - “Yeah, y’know,” You choose not to tell Kim about the nightmare. It doesn’t feel conducive to the atmosphere you’re both bathing in, here. “Hell of a lot better than normal.”
KIM KITSURAGI - Kim smiles, but only with his eyes. “Likewise, I suppose.”
REACTION SPEED - Suddenly you notice him blink – twice in quick succession – and glance downwards, almost shy. He must have just realised he’s been staring at you for too long.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Khm. In any case…”
INLAND EMPIRE - There’s a regretful tilt to his words that feels awfully familiar. You absolutely mustn’t hear what he’s going to say.
AUTHORITY - You need to shut him up *now*.
YOU - There’s only one thing you can do: you go straight for his mouth.
KIM KITSURAGI - And he catches your cheek, gently preventing you from kissing him. “Harry,” he sighs.
INLAND EMPIRE - There it is.
PAIN THRESHOLD - Oh god. Is he breaking up with us *already*?
SUGGESTION - He can’t do that, right? Can he do that?!
EMPATHY - Kim sees the emotion bleed across your face; the disappointment, the fear, the *want*. For a brief moment he is utterly taken by it, but then he realises how cruel his silence is, and pulls himself together to continue what he was intending to say.
KIM KITSURAGI - He sighs. “As it appears that, despite my best efforts, our relationship will be…developing,”
VOLITION - You don’t need to hear anything else. The worry flushes from you in an instant, and the space it leaves behind makes the pit of your stomach tickle.
YOU - Kim hesitates for a millisecond too long and you immediately interject, sitting yourself up a little more against the pillows. “Wait, wait, what do you mean, *despite your best efforts*? This is totally your fault, Kim!”
KIM KITSURAGI - He looks surprised for a moment, and then his brow knits together. “That is *not* –”
YOU - “Uh, yeah, it is!” You interrupt him again. “If you weren’t so cool and so hot all the time, we wouldn’t be in this whole mess!”
KIM KITSURAGI - He scoffs, struggling to keep acting like he’s annoyed with you. “This whole mess, yes.”
SUGGESTION - He doesn’t believe you, but he also certainly doesn’t mind the flattery.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Regardless of whose *fault* it is, I do think we should actually have a conversation about this.” He looks you over, more just to avoid looking you in the eyes.
RHETORIC - He isn’t sure *what* you need to have a conversation about, exactly. It just feels like the proper thing to do.
EMPATHY - It frightens him how much this changes everything; not just your friendship, but his work, his personal life, even his view of himself. He’s desperate for a perceived moment of control, and talking, he knows how to do.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - I know I don’t need to remind you of this, Harry, but after your little self-sacrificial moment last night, you are in absolutely *no* condition to be talking about anything.
YOU - It’s true, the combined weight of Kim’s body and the intensity of his gaze have you painfully hard under the covers. You might even have had room to be pleased with yourself, if it weren’t entirely inconvenient timing.
VOLITION - Stay strong, Harry. If Kim says we need to talk, then we should talk.
YOU - “Okay, yeah, good idea.” You nod along, “We should definitely talk.”
KIM KITSURAGI - He seems vaguely surprised by your enthusiasm. “Yes. Absolutely. We should.”
YOU - “Undoubtedly.”
KIM KITSURAGI - “Mmhm. Unquestionably.”
YOU - “Unconditionally.”
KIM KITSURAGI - “Unequivocally.” You spot a little spark of mirth in his eye.
YOU - Uuuuh.
RHETORIC - Oh! I’ve got one!
YOU - “Indubitably.”
KIM KITSURAGI - He quirks an eyebrow at you briefly. He wasn’t expecting that word out of your mouth – which, whether he realises it or not, he is slowly being drawn towards.
“...Unmistakably.”
YOU - Your mouth hangs open, waiting for a response that just doesn’t seem to want to manifest.
RHETORIC [Challenging: Failure] - Hoo boy. Sorry, it’s just *really* hard to think of big words when Kim is looking at us like that.
KIM KITSURAGI - Like he wants to devour you. Nevertheless, he waits for your riposte.
YOU - “Um.”
KIM KITSURAGI - The corner of his mouth twitches involuntarily – a smirk.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Okay fuck this stupid shit.
YOU - It’s impossible to say who cracks first, all you know is that suddenly you’re kissing – slow and heavy, where the remnants of sleep still weigh down your bones. You thread your fingers back into Kim’s hair.
PERCEPTION (TOUCH) - He feels warm, and somehow softer than usual, where he spent the whole night cuddled up to you.
YOU - You push up against his mouth, enthused by these dangerous observations and, subsequently, a sudden rush of clarity over who it actually is that you’re kissing.
CONCEPTUALISATION - All of those fleeting glances you risked at first; terrified that if the Lieutenant caught you he’d immediately understand what you were feeling, before you even understood yourself. Those accidental touches, that felt like some grave sin you needed to repent for. And god, all those hours spent alone and ruminating, combing through his every word and mannerism for something that might have suggested just a *glimmer* of hope.
KIM KITSURAGI - And now that same man is greedily snatching the air from your lungs, like he might even need this half as much as you do.
COMPOSURE - You swallow around an urgent, distinctly pathetic noise that bubbles up within you unbidden, but it escapes between you anyway.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Fine. *Fine*, but – mmf –” Kim for some reason is still hopelessly attempting to reason with you.
SUGGESTION - No, not with you. He’s addressing the part of him that has him nipping at your mouth, and smoothing hands over your chest. The part that wants to *misbehave*, like he did when he was 24.
KIM KITSURAGI - “But after this – we *will* have a conversation…“ he begins peppering your throat with kisses.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Persistent, like he has a quota to meet. Like he wants to see how many it’ll take before you start to unspool.
YOU - “S-sure, Kim, wha-whatever you want,” You’re paying absolutely zero mind to what it is you’re agreeing to.
HAND EYE COORDINATION - You’re far more interested in the places your fingertips find, as you ease your hand down the smooth curve of Kim’s body. You find yourself fixated on the valley of his spine for a moment, tracing up and down, until some dark impulse overtakes you and you begin to stray further.
KIM KITSURAGI - His teeth graze over the bump in your throat.
YOU - “Yeah, whatever you want…” You slip into his underwear, squeeze your fingers into the meat of his ass.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You’ve been waiting to do that for way too long. You’re not afraid to admit it.
AUTHORITY - Are you mad? It’s like you *want* him to kill you or something.
SUGGESTION - No no, it’s okay. He *likes* feeling your hands on him, bigger and rougher than the last time they touched him…
KIM KITSURAGI - With a low hum of appreciation, he wordlessly slides into your lap.
INLAND EMPIRE - This is something. Press your thumb against his mouth.
YOU - At this point you are helpless to follow the whims of your mind. That hand that’s been squeezed into his hair – you draw it down the side of his face and brush the pad of your thumb over his lips.
KIM KITSURAGI - His dark, tired eyes meet yours for just a moment, and then he takes your wrist with both hands, like he’s holding onto something precious. Kisses lightly.
ESPRIT DE CORPS - These hands, that have delved fearlessly into the darkest corners of Revachol, entirely in service of her people. Hands that earned their owner the kind of infamy that surpassed even a name, referred to only with murmurings of disaster and awe. A man that haunted the Lieutenant’s own career for years – a nameless phantom with two yefreitors – only for him to discover that all along it was Harry – *his Harry*.
SUGGESTION - Because yes, if he’s being truly honest with himself, you never really stopped being his.
KIM KITSURAGI - Another kiss is pressed against your thumb, this time with tongue. He rolls his hips over you.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - The bulge of his erection presses into yours. The fabric inhibits any real, physical sensation, but god…the *implication*.
KIM KITSURAGI - Kim flashes you another look. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
YOU - You groan and tip your head back into the pillows while Kim continues to rock over you, squeezing and pulling him closer like somehow it might help.
KIM KITSURAGI - He isn’t about to let you escape so easily. He follows you down, arcing over you and abandoning your hand in favour of your face. He catches your mouth again with unnecessary urgency, considering you’ve been practically glued to each other from the moment you opened your eyes.
HAND EYE COORDINATION - But that means that you have a spare hand again.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - That means you can *do things*.
YOU - It isn’t even up for consideration, not with the way Kim is grinding against you. You tolerate it for as long as you can bear, but inevitably you find yourself lifting your hips so you can clumsily tug the fabric down your legs.
KIM KITSURAGI - If he notices, it doesn’t show.
YOU - And then you help Kim out of his own, with your hand that was already conveniently in the area.
HAND EYE COORDINATION - There’s no further ceremony to be had about it; you squeeze your cocks together in your fist.
KIM KITSURAGI - That, Kim can’t ignore. He stills, mouth fallen open.
PERCEPTION (TOUCH) - You feel the heat on your lips when he sighs his approval.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Everything else immediately blurs out of focus. All that matters now is chasing the sweet pressure of your fingers. The heat of Kim’s dick as it glides over yours. The smack of your palm, too quick and gradually getting wetter.
COMPOSURE - You push your hips into it, utterly greedy for the sudden flood of sensation.
KIM KITSURAGI - And Kim takes it the best that he can, patiently attending to your mouth. But at some point you must squeeze your fingers in just the right way, or go too fast for too long.
“*Go-god, Harry…mmh– ”
RHETORIC - He wasn’t expecting this kind of frantic pace.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Should have considered that before he started messing with the guy that’s been practically celibate for 6 months.
COMPOSURE - It’s almost definitely more than 6 months, but regardless…
KIM KITSURAGI - He makes another desperate, throaty sound and squeezes his fingers into your hair, clinging to you.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You thrust up into your fingers and something dangerous teeters inside of you. Not quite on the verge of finishing but it’s certainly there, prowling around inside of you.
VOLITION - You are admittedly wasting the moment a little, here – turning down the opportunity for more.
YOU - Wait…there’s *more*?
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Oh boy, *is there*. Perhaps we should consider restraint, just this once?
YOU - With that in mind, and not without considerable difficulty, you gradually ease the momentum of your hand.
KIM KITSURAGI - It’s impossible to tell whether the sound Kim makes in response is of disappointment or relief. Either way, once he’s halfway recovered, he hums breathlessly and plants a kiss at the corner of your mouth.
PERCEPTION (TOUCH) - Taking you lightly by the chin, running his thumb over the little dimple there.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Want more, do you?”
INLAND EMPIRE - Perhaps, just for now, he can read you as well as you can read him.
COMPOSURE - Then again, all that whimpering and moaning and rutting you’ve been doing: it’s not terribly hard to work out...
YOU - “Ye-yeah,” you reply, only half knowing what it is you’re signing up for.
SUGGESTION - An insignificant detail. Don’t worry, Kim will take care of us.
KIM KITSURAGI - He looks over your face carefully.
ESPRIT DE CORPS - Considering his options…
KIM KITSURAGI - And then he’s climbing off of you, only enough to reach into the bedside drawer.
REACTION SPEED - Kim puts little emphasis on what he retrieves from that top drawer, but you spot it nonetheless: a suspicious looking bottle of clear fluid.
INTERFACING - That’s the *proper* stuff, not just some innocent lotion reappropriated for more depraved purposes. It figures that Kim wouldn’t cut corners even over something so private.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Honestly, it’s kind of a shock (the sexy kind) to consider that the Lieutenant would touch himself so regularly, to necessitate keeping that by his bedside. You always figured he was a relatively sexless entity, and that you just brought this side out of him with your absolutely *irresistable* charm.
VOLITION - Sure, let’s go with that.
ESPRIT DE CORPS - A detective needs a clear head to do his best work, it’s as simple as that. The Lieutenant makes it about as clinical as such an act can get, all while refusing to indulge in any idle thoughts of you that may wander into his mind. His partner should be making his work *easier*, he laments, while expressly *not* wondering if said partner still gets as needy when he's turned on.
YOU - The surprise seems to tumble out of your mouth before you can stop it: “Kim,” you say, as he returns to your lap, “you horny dog!”
KIM KITSURAGI - He regards you with an expressionless glare that can only signal utter disappointment, as he squeezes fluid into his open palm.
EMPATHY - What a profoundly sentimental reminder of who he's dealing with.
YOU - “Er, sorry, I mean…” you feel yourself flush.
KIM KITSURAGI - He tilts his head slightly, coating his fingers. “Stop talking?”
VOLITION - Very mercifully offering you a way out.
YOU - “Yep. Yep.”
SUGGESTION - Kim relieves the moment with a single chuckle, and then takes you in his hand.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - It’s *immediately* too much. Those slender, dexterous and – currently – *maddeningly* slick fingers, curled tight around your dick.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Easy.” You must have made another of those profoundly pathetic noises of yours, enough so at least that Kim sees the need to encourage you. He settles in place over your hips.
REACTION SPEED - His other hand slips back between his legs.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Kim’s far too slow with the glide of his palm; he’s trying to do you a favour by going easy on you, but it’s only serving to remind you that you’re fucking into a hand that isn’t your own. You're probably making a mess of his palm, too, tainting him with your filth.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Easy,” he says again, brushing his lips over your cheek.
PERCEPTION (SOUND) - You hear his breath stutter.
KIM KITSURAGI - “I need you to be - mmh - patient for me.
AUTHORITY - And just like that, your compliance is no longer optional.
YOU - You still your hips, where you didn’t realise you’d started bucking them again. It helps, but only barely.
KIM KITSURAGI - It’s entirely worth it, because Kim notices, and plants a kiss on your jaw for the effort. More significantly, he also murmurs: “Good boy.”
SUGGESTION - Two syllables absolutely should not have that much power over you.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You feel him catch the resulting precum with his thumb – thoughtless, like he knew exactly how much that would affect you.
KIM KITSURAGI - Kim mercifully refrains from teasing you any further, after that. His focus is gradually shifting away from you and more towards working himself open.
COMPOSURE - You both exhale in unison, breathing shuddering and strained.
PERCEPTION (SIGHT) - At some point, you notice gooseflesh is starting to appear on Kim’s shoulders and arms – tiny dimples decorating the surface of his skin.
LOGIC - He's much smaller than you, and the window's still open. He’s probably getting a little cold.
YOU - Wordlessly, you pull the covers back up over his shoulders, so that the fabric forms a tent over your bodies. “S'that better?”
KIM KITSURAGI - He stills, and something distinct crosses his features.
SUGGESTION - Beyond the focus and the obvious lust…it really is quite unbearable sometimes, how much he loves you.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Mm.” He adjusts his position, and then just like that, he's sinking onto you.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - You wait not even a moment – your hands immediately snap to Kim's thighs and you push your hips up into him, until you meet the back of his legs. It's pure muscle memory, or maybe just instinct; the way your body seeks to be engulfed in that distinctively tight heat. Holy *fuck*.
KIM KITSURAGI - He's halfway to kissing you when you pull that move on him, and then all intention is forgotten. He gasps, and grabs onto the back of your neck to stabilise himself.
RHETORIC - He wasn't expecting you to press all the way into him so quickly.
AUTHORITY - But god, if he doesn't love a challenge.
YOU - You finish the kiss on Kim's behalf and begin to thrust up into him, huffing your enthusiasm out through your nose.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - The strain in Kim's little vocalisations gradually becomes more prominent, as you go on. Turns out it’s much harder to disguise your vulnerability when you're being fucked so eagerly.
KIM KITSURAGI - And somehow, despite it all, he manages to smile against your mouth, and return your earlier question back to you.
PERCEPTION (HEARING) - He only mumbles it, as though speaking any louder would break the fragile intimacy of the moment: “Is that better?”
CONCEPTUALISATION - Compared to your hand, is what he must mean. Kim tends to focus on the immediate in that way. But you can't help but think of all those crushing nights alone, cold sweat on dirty sheets. Quarantined from the world because your suffering is contagious, and you're just so sick of hurting people. And even knowing that, your selfish lungs still straining for a warm hand to hold, a body to cling to. You would never dare even hope for anything more, but god, if only you could just *touch* him…
VOLITION - That isn't where you are anymore. You *can* touch him now.
YOU - “God,” You moan, “y-yeah, Kim, better than anything. *Fuck*.”
KIM KITSURAGI - His response is a sound that sounds too urgent and too high in pitch to have come from him. He touches his forehead to yours, stroking your face over and over.
SUGGESTION - It’s all he’s ever really wanted – to be your kindling of light in a dark world, the same way you are for him.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - But mostly, you’re just utterly destroying his insides.
AUTHORITY - And more importantly, he's letting you do it.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Without prior warning, you push Kim over into the mattress with an almost alarming ease. There's no helping it, you need him too much.
CONCEPTUALISATION - The Kim you see now, flushed and laid out against these pillows he’s never shared with anyone – this is what he hides so desperately from the world. You can’t even begin to imagine why.
KIM KITSURAGI - Kim doesn’t even offer up a snarky complaint in response to your abrupt manhandling. Just runs a hand over your hair, and then groans low when you start to fuck him again.
COMPOSURE - You aren’t going to be able to cling on much longer. Not like this. He’s squeezing you too tightly; those little pants of exertion are falling too heavy on your ears.
ENDURANCE - You hold out as long as you can, reveling in sensation; raw, sickly sweet and ultimately too good to last.
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Committing all of your strength to the snap of your hips.
SUGGESTION - He saved your life. Suddenly that's all you can think of – *he saved your life*.
KIM KITSURAGI - You feel Kim sob and tense beneath you, but you're too far gone to consider what it might mean.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Your body sure does get it, though. You feel him squeeze around you and just like that, you're helplessly teetering into climax.
RHETORIC [Trivial: Failure] - A string of desperate sounds tumble from your mouth. Probably expletives, but you're beyond language at this point and can’t say for sure.
YOU - Like a man possessed, you helplessly continue to fuck Kim through it, greedy for the friction. It’s only once you’ve squeezed every last drop of pleasure from your frazzled nervous system that you still, bottomed out inside of him.
KIM KITSURAGI - Kim is still there beneath you, when you finally regain some semblance of your senses. He looks so very fragile, dazed and still panting.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - His stomach is stained with cum. He needed no further stimulation – getting fucked like that was enough for him.
ESPRIT DE CORPS - The Lieutenant wasn’t sure he still had the capacity for such aggressive sex, at his age. He is very pleasantly surprised.
EMPATHY - The way he’s looking up at you, you swear you see a hint of smugness there.
KIM KITSURAGI - But then he’s moving to kiss a path over your shoulder, and you can’t see his face anymore after that.
YOU - You hum happily as you ease out of him, and then carefully lower yourself to lie on top of him.
SAVOIR FAIRE [Medium: Failure] - Wait, you said *carefully*?
YOU - At least, you *tried* to be careful about it, but ultimately you collapse on Kim with a dull thud, and a creak of the mattress.
KIM KISTURAGI - You hear as the air is forcibly expelled from his lungs by the immense weight of your body. But then he gives your back a friendly little rub, perhaps to confirm that he’s survived the ordeal, and hums happily beneath you.
SAVOIR FAIRE - Nailed it.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - Plus now his face is pressed firmly into your tits. He’s doing fine.
YOU - Wait, what? Do men even get to have tits?
ENCYCLOPEDIA [Formidable: Failure] - Hmm…
PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - Of course they do! And in your case, they’re 100% pure-grade beef *muscle tits*!
ENDURANCE [Godly: Failure] - More like high cholesterol, preservative riddled, fast food beef. But there’s beef in there nonetheless. Certainly enough for Kim.
YOU - With that all considered, you permit yourself to lie like this a little longer.
VOLITION - Now, before you end up helplessly tumbling down another mental rabbit hole, remember – Kim wanted to have a conversation with you.
AUTHORITY [Impossible: Failure] - The guy just gave you the hardest orgasm of your functioning memory. He’s far too powerful, and you should probably do what he says.
YOU - You’re not sure you yet have the brain to string a sentence together, but after some consideration, you pull back to look at him nonetheless.
KIM KITSURAGI - “Mm.” His eyes are closed, hands lying still at the small of your back.
COMPOSURE - You can practically feel the waves of bliss rolling off of him. Seeing Kim like this makes you realise that he must function at a baseline of tension that would drive a lesser man insane.
RHETORIC [Trivial: Failure] - Okay. Conversation. Here we go. *Serious* conversation. Yes. We can do this.
YOU - There’s only one topic you can think of, that necessitates immediate discussion: “Khm. So I was thinking…”
KIM KITSURAGI - “Mm?” He still doesn’t open his eyes.
YOU - “Y’think we could build a new Cardiozone in your bedroom?”
KIM KITSURAGI - His face shifts not an inch. “No.”
YOU - “Oh, okay then.” That's that.
RHETORIC - Uh. That wasn’t really much of a conversation.
EMPATHY [Medium: Failure] - An utter enigma, this one. Never saying what he really means.
YOU - “It’s just, um,” you blink down at him. “You said we had to have a conversation?”
KIM KITSURAGI - He finally looks up at you, and a small smile creeps onto his face. “I did,” He strokes the curve of your jaw with this thumb. “But fuck it.”
SUGGESTION - You’re satisfied enough with that conclusion, and you tilt your face into his hand.
YOU - You do actually end up having a conversation, eventually, once you’ve cleaned yourselves up a little and are otherwise recovered from your morning.
SUGGESTION - Both of you, laid out on your backs at different angles on the bed, but still touching at the head and shoulders. The sun has risen further and warmed the room, casting a block of golden light over your bodies.
KIM KITSURAGI - “And then,” Kim continues on with the story he’s telling you, “I just watched it tumble through the air, and hit you square in the face.”
COMPOSURE - Humiliation makes painful knots of your insides.
KIM KITSURAGI - He scoffs. “You actually tried to convince me it was all part of the trick, too.”
YOU - “Uuuurgh.” You rock from side to side, biting into the back of your hand in a futile attempt to escape the embarrassment. “What the hell, man. I thought I was *cool*...
KIM KITSURAGI - Kim laughs, and stretches his hand up towards the ceiling. “I’m afraid not.”
PERCEPTION (TOUCH) - When he drops his hand again it falls into your palm, and he tangles a finger around one of yours.
KIM KITSURAGI - Tips his head to one side, to look at you. “But…”
REACTION SPEED - And then all at once, his face falls.
KIM KITSURAGI - “...what time is it?”
YOU - “Huh?” You were…kind of holding out for a sweet little remark from him, there.
SUGGESTION - You’ll wring it out of him at the precinct later, don’t worry.
KIM KITSURAGI - He hurls himself upright, and leans over you to check the alarm.
REACTION SPEED - A moment for realisation to set in, and then…
KIM KITSURAGI - “Oh for the love of–” And then he is scrambling off of the bed, to try and find a pair of trousers to throw on.