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@chotasegawa
勢川 張太⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ Chōta Segawa ;;
Age : 18 ⠀
Occupation : Highschool student
Speciality : Clubs ♣️
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knock-knock-knock!
Chota gently banged his fist against Niragi's door before looking down at his own feet nervously, fiddling with the shirt of his unusually formal attire. Waiting.
— @chotasegawa
Niragi lazily opened the door, wearing his usual outfit, only this time his shirt was unbuttoned, leaving nothing to the imagination. He hummed, moving to let Chota in.
Not the worst I've seen.
nh..
Chota awkwardly smiled at the taller man, glancing at the sight of Niragi's unbuttoned shirt as he walked passed, several thoughts running through his head. Did he put too much of Arisu's cologne on? Is this whole date a trick??
Make yourself at home, babe.
Niragi grinned, walking over and dropping back onto his bed. An invitation, maybe. What would Chota think it was? He let his shirt fall further open, throwing his head back while he lay there.
With a anxious nod Chōta sat down on the bed beside Niragi, his gaze running over the other man's body before his face began to heat up.
Uhm..
Uhm what? Got something to say? Like what you see?
Niragi interrogated Chota, cackling at his own questions. Was Chota so desperate he'd flush at the sight of a bare chest? How pathetic.
Your hair. I like the way you.. style it.
Chōta's voice strained as he turned more and more red as he spoke, trying not to look further than Niragi's collar bone.
Yeah? Yours looks like a child styled it. Blind, by the way.
He snickered at his own comment. Chota's hair wasn't that bad, but he'd never admit it. He'd much rather tell him it looked like a incapacitated child styled his hair instead.
He quickly moved the topic on, fanning at himself, dramatically rolling his shoulders so the shirt rested on the verge of sliding down his arms. It did, when Niragi pushed himself up on his arms, resting there.
I said make yourself at home. You stand like a lost deer at home?
Ah- uhm.
Chota perked up, now becoming a little sweaty and even more anxious.
I'm comfortable.. It's fine.
Cocking an eyebrow and gesturing beside him on the bed, Niragi's grin only widened.
Don't be shy, I don't bite. Unless you want me to.
Okay .. ..
Chota took in a sharp inhale and shifted himself somewhat closer, now facing Niragi directly
I meant sit. Don't get shy on me.
Niragi sighed out, low and raspy, glaring at Chota as if he was offended by the other's lack of appearance next to him.
Sorry.. sorry.
Chota gulped, shifting once more to sit right next to Niragi, his hand hovering over the other man's shoulder.
Is... Is this good?
Do you think I'll kill you?
Niragi's eyes sharpened at Chota, 'upset' by the assumption that Chota feels as though he's in danger. In reality, he's perfectly fine with Chota thinking that. Hey, why not have fun? This is a date after all.
Get closer.
Nnh...No?
Chōta's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, wasn't he close enough? How close did he have to be?
How.. close?
Niragi just winked, looking at Chota as if that would tell him anything. Maybe it did, maybe it hinted to what he wanted from him.
Guess.
His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as Niragi winked at him, confused. But within a moment or so, Chota gained the smallest amount of courage to move jus ta little closer - so he did.
Chōta's small hand grasped onto the taller man's shirt, shifting himself right against Niragi's side.
Niragi paused, taken aback by the fact Chota actually did it. He contemplated pushing the other away, to act difficult. He didn't. Instead, Niragi just hummed, leaning backwards again.
Chota let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, feeling a lot less tense than when he came into the room at first. He managed to relax against Niragi's side, resting his own head against the other man's shoulder
Y'know... You're not as bad as people say you are.
knock-knock-knock!
Chota gently banged his fist against Niragi's door before looking down at his own feet nervously, fiddling with the shirt of his unusually formal attire. Waiting.
— @chotasegawa
Niragi lazily opened the door, wearing his usual outfit, only this time his shirt was unbuttoned, leaving nothing to the imagination. He hummed, moving to let Chota in.
Not the worst I've seen.
nh..
Chota awkwardly smiled at the taller man, glancing at the sight of Niragi's unbuttoned shirt as he walked passed, several thoughts running through his head. Did he put too much of Arisu's cologne on? Is this whole date a trick??
Make yourself at home, babe.
Niragi grinned, walking over and dropping back onto his bed. An invitation, maybe. What would Chota think it was? He let his shirt fall further open, throwing his head back while he lay there.
With a anxious nod Chōta sat down on the bed beside Niragi, his gaze running over the other man's body before his face began to heat up.
Uhm..
Uhm what? Got something to say? Like what you see?
Niragi interrogated Chota, cackling at his own questions. Was Chota so desperate he'd flush at the sight of a bare chest? How pathetic.
Your hair. I like the way you.. style it.
Chōta's voice strained as he turned more and more red as he spoke, trying not to look further than Niragi's collar bone.
Yeah? Yours looks like a child styled it. Blind, by the way.
He snickered at his own comment. Chota's hair wasn't that bad, but he'd never admit it. He'd much rather tell him it looked like a incapacitated child styled his hair instead.
He quickly moved the topic on, fanning at himself, dramatically rolling his shoulders so the shirt rested on the verge of sliding down his arms. It did, when Niragi pushed himself up on his arms, resting there.
I said make yourself at home. You stand like a lost deer at home?
Ah- uhm.
Chota perked up, now becoming a little sweaty and even more anxious.
I'm comfortable.. It's fine.
Cocking an eyebrow and gesturing beside him on the bed, Niragi's grin only widened.
Don't be shy, I don't bite. Unless you want me to.
Okay .. ..
Chota took in a sharp inhale and shifted himself somewhat closer, now facing Niragi directly
I meant sit. Don't get shy on me.
Niragi sighed out, low and raspy, glaring at Chota as if he was offended by the other's lack of appearance next to him.
Sorry.. sorry.
Chota gulped, shifting once more to sit right next to Niragi, his hand hovering over the other man's shoulder.
Is... Is this good?
knock-knock-knock!
Chota gently banged his fist against Niragi's door before looking down at his own feet nervously, fiddling with the shirt of his unusually formal attire. Waiting.
— @chotasegawa
Niragi lazily opened the door, wearing his usual outfit, only this time his shirt was unbuttoned, leaving nothing to the imagination. He hummed, moving to let Chota in.
Not the worst I've seen.
nh..
Chota awkwardly smiled at the taller man, glancing at the sight of Niragi's unbuttoned shirt as he walked passed, several thoughts running through his head. Did he put too much of Arisu's cologne on? Is this whole date a trick??
Make yourself at home, babe.
Niragi grinned, walking over and dropping back onto his bed. An invitation, maybe. What would Chota think it was? He let his shirt fall further open, throwing his head back while he lay there.
With a anxious nod Chōta sat down on the bed beside Niragi, his gaze running over the other man's body before his face began to heat up.
Uhm..
Uhm what? Got something to say? Like what you see?
Niragi interrogated Chota, cackling at his own questions. Was Chota so desperate he'd flush at the sight of a bare chest? How pathetic.
Your hair. I like the way you.. style it.
Chōta's voice strained as he turned more and more red as he spoke, trying not to look further than Niragi's collar bone.
Yeah? Yours looks like a child styled it. Blind, by the way.
He snickered at his own comment. Chota's hair wasn't that bad, but he'd never admit it. He'd much rather tell him it looked like a incapacitated child styled his hair instead.
He quickly moved the topic on, fanning at himself, dramatically rolling his shoulders so the shirt rested on the verge of sliding down his arms. It did, when Niragi pushed himself up on his arms, resting there.
I said make yourself at home. You stand like a lost deer at home?
Ah- uhm.
Chota perked up, now becoming a little sweaty and even more anxious.
I'm comfortable.. It's fine.
Cutely throws an oddly heavy blue coloured cement block at you before shyly looking down at his own feet again because Nigel can be cutesy even in his violent times ❤️
NIGEL WHAT THE FREAK !!!!
chota gets crushed by a heavy blue coloured cement block nigel threw at him
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” 𝚄𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚒 and I went on a date again and I don’t know about my feelings, Chota. What should I do? “
—Arisu
Wuh— don't come to me for dating advice, I haven't even held anyone's hand before! Karube's the one to go to— .. Well. I don't know..
Has Karube ever dated a guy?
“ You know, Chota — I don’t think you should’ve told Niragi about you and Tatta because he might be playing with your heart. “
Chishiya leaned against the wall with his hood on like normal.
Really..? I'm too much of a dumb virgin to realise!
Chōta groaned, burying his face into his hands with a huff.
” Chota? Did Niragi freak you out that much.. you won’t stop shaking. “
—Arisu
ARISU!
Chota gasped, his small hands clutching onto Arisu's shirt.
I have a date with him. It's the end for meeeee.. I'll be dead soon!
sleep w one eye open
-imbettrthanu
UWAAH— WHAT!?
WUH- WHAT'D I DO !?
watch out. 1 eye open. both, if you're feeling extra.
WUH-!? I don't think I even wanna sleep!
huh? why the hell not, chota? scared?
no.. uwah,, maybe!?
you're— you're scary as hell!
Good. Better than being like Limp-dick incels like you, yknow?
limp-dick? wuh— I can totally get it up!
not that that matters. . .
oh it soo matters, actually. prove it, right now, go on then. show me
Chōta felt his whole body get warmer, his palms began to sweat as he stuttered:
SHOW YOU ? uh- wuh- ⠀⠀NO WAY!
awwh. why not?
niragi grinned, letting his eyes roll back and tongue loll out as he moved closer to chota's neck. he whispered harshly into his skin.
i can always show you a real good time if you do.
Chōta's breathing began to come out in shuddering forced huffs, the palms of his hands drenched with sweat as he gulped. His voice straining:
Don't... Don't mess around like that.
mmm? why not? too hard it hurts? don't worry, i can take it.
With a cackle, he leaned back, licking his lips and winking at Chota. East target, cute and stupid. Perfect. Hey, hold on. He was probably queer too. Niragi's lips pursed.
No-no-no- nonoNO! I'm not hard-!
His voice came out in an amusingly high pitched squeal, his hands flying to graos onto the fabric of his own pants - trying to keep it together
Glancing down at Chota's pants, he raised an eyebrow, highly amused by them display.
i dunno. i think i see a bulge, or are you just that big normally?
Gross. He wasn't gay. It was just fun to mess with people. Twinks that have nothing better to do than flaunt themselves. Chota was the whole package. Apparently, he had one too.
S-shuddup!! I don't know how big I am, why does it matter !?
Chōta's cheeks were a nice vibrant red, burning with several emotions that all connected to the major feeling of embarassment that flowed through him.
i can help you find out, babe.
His tongue swiped over his top row of teeth, smirking at Chota with lustful eyes. He deserved an Oscar for this acting. With a step, he moved closer, lifting a hand to drag up Chota's arm, resting it on his shoulder.
Y-you're not joking... are you?
He gasped, watching the taller man run his hand over his arm, his hands slowly loosing the previous tension in them.
Do you want me to be?
Niragi grinned wider, looking at Chota, staring, as if he wanted to study him. Maybe he did. He could feel Chota's arm relax. Good.
Chōta took in a long breath, before shakily exhaling. His face still flushed as ever as he opened his mouth to speak, his voice coming out as a long whine:
I.. I don't knnoooww!
Use your words, Chota. C'mon.
Niragi grabbed his chin, jerking it up so he was looking the shorter boy in the eyes directly. The grin fell into a sultry smirk, eyes half-lidded. He leaned in closer, warm breath fanning over Chota's face.
Tell me what you want.
I- ah..
Chōta froze, it felt impossible to speak now. His body quivered nervously as he tried to return Niragi's gaze, ultimately failing.
If you can't tell me, I'll just have to leave. I'm not wasting my time.
Niragi glanced around, looking for ways out, eyes eventually returning back to Chota. He subconsciously moved further towards him. It startled even himself.
.. I HAVE DATE! I- I CAN'T!
Chōta sputtered, knowing damn well he just clearly lied through his teeth, he didn't have a date, the last one was called off anyway.
What. With who? When?
Niragi's eye twitched. Who the fuck did Chota think he was? Who the hell wanted to go out with him? Why did it make Niragi so fucking angry? He stepped away from Chota, eyes narrowed. Seething.
Have it your way. Talk to me when you've knocked some sense into yourself.
Niragi turned around, not walking away, but not facing Chota.
Tatta..
Chota looked down, an odd feeling of guilt washing over him when seeing Niragi so pissed off. He looked down at his hands, fiddling with his short fingers as he waited anxiously.
Hah. How pathetic.
How. pathetic.
Niragi clenched his hands, spinning back around to look Chota in the eyes, furious. He had some fucking nerve. Niragi had half the mind to kill them both. Kill Tatta and make Chota watch. Niragi's hands shook with kept in rage.
Him. Of all people, not me, but him.
Not you..?
He murmured, feeling the words that spoke the truth lingering on the tip of his tongue, ready to betray Chōta.
Niragi seethed. His hands trembled in fury, an unreasonable amount of fury. Why was he so angry? He wasn't jealous. He couldn't be. Right?
Yeah, not me. Why him? I'm fucking offering. I'm the one here. Where is he?
I don't- Our last date was cancelled.. It's not like I'm dating him!
We- we could still go on a date!?
He sputtered again, the word pour out from between his lips without a second thought, embarrassment filling him again.
Awh. You're asking me out.
Niragi pulled Chota in close, glaring daggers at the smaller man. A threat.
Cancel this and you won't see your way to a third date. I'll kill you. Tomorrow, my room.
With that, Niragi licked a stripe up Chota's cheek and winked. What a perfect opportunity.
Chota shuddered, gasping quietly as he nodded quickly - almost eager appearing.
I won't cancel this-! I'll be there!
He gulped, a heavy weight of fear and anxiety pressing down on him. He didn't know how this date would go, one wrong move and he'd be probably dead! Chōta brought his hand up to his face, wiping off the foreign saliva on his skin with mild disgust.
...
Okay.
That's all Niragi said, face blank as he stared at Chota. It was almost cute how Chota reacted.
Good.
Chota managed to return Niragi's strong gaze, slowly nodding nervously before opening his mouth to speak - but he was speechless.
. . .
Cat got your tongue, babe?
Niragi cackled - an unpleasant sound to most. Chota should hate it too.
No... I'm fine.
Chota mumbled, a small sign of a pout on his face despite the worry shown in his furrowed brow.
sleep w one eye open
-imbettrthanu
UWAAH— WHAT!?
WUH- WHAT'D I DO !?
watch out. 1 eye open. both, if you're feeling extra.
WUH-!? I don't think I even wanna sleep!
huh? why the hell not, chota? scared?
no.. uwah,, maybe!?
you're— you're scary as hell!
Good. Better than being like Limp-dick incels like you, yknow?
limp-dick? wuh— I can totally get it up!
not that that matters. . .
oh it soo matters, actually. prove it, right now, go on then. show me
Chōta felt his whole body get warmer, his palms began to sweat as he stuttered:
SHOW YOU ? uh- wuh- ⠀⠀NO WAY!
awwh. why not?
niragi grinned, letting his eyes roll back and tongue loll out as he moved closer to chota's neck. he whispered harshly into his skin.
i can always show you a real good time if you do.
Chōta's breathing began to come out in shuddering forced huffs, the palms of his hands drenched with sweat as he gulped. His voice straining:
Don't... Don't mess around like that.
mmm? why not? too hard it hurts? don't worry, i can take it.
With a cackle, he leaned back, licking his lips and winking at Chota. East target, cute and stupid. Perfect. Hey, hold on. He was probably queer too. Niragi's lips pursed.
No-no-no- nonoNO! I'm not hard-!
His voice came out in an amusingly high pitched squeal, his hands flying to graos onto the fabric of his own pants - trying to keep it together
Glancing down at Chota's pants, he raised an eyebrow, highly amused by them display.
i dunno. i think i see a bulge, or are you just that big normally?
Gross. He wasn't gay. It was just fun to mess with people. Twinks that have nothing better to do than flaunt themselves. Chota was the whole package. Apparently, he had one too.
S-shuddup!! I don't know how big I am, why does it matter !?
Chōta's cheeks were a nice vibrant red, burning with several emotions that all connected to the major feeling of embarassment that flowed through him.
i can help you find out, babe.
His tongue swiped over his top row of teeth, smirking at Chota with lustful eyes. He deserved an Oscar for this acting. With a step, he moved closer, lifting a hand to drag up Chota's arm, resting it on his shoulder.
Y-you're not joking... are you?
He gasped, watching the taller man run his hand over his arm, his hands slowly loosing the previous tension in them.
Do you want me to be?
Niragi grinned wider, looking at Chota, staring, as if he wanted to study him. Maybe he did. He could feel Chota's arm relax. Good.
Chōta took in a long breath, before shakily exhaling. His face still flushed as ever as he opened his mouth to speak, his voice coming out as a long whine:
I.. I don't knnoooww!
Use your words, Chota. C'mon.
Niragi grabbed his chin, jerking it up so he was looking the shorter boy in the eyes directly. The grin fell into a sultry smirk, eyes half-lidded. He leaned in closer, warm breath fanning over Chota's face.
Tell me what you want.
I- ah..
Chōta froze, it felt impossible to speak now. His body quivered nervously as he tried to return Niragi's gaze, ultimately failing.
If you can't tell me, I'll just have to leave. I'm not wasting my time.
Niragi glanced around, looking for ways out, eyes eventually returning back to Chota. He subconsciously moved further towards him. It startled even himself.
.. I HAVE DATE! I- I CAN'T!
Chōta sputtered, knowing damn well he just clearly lied through his teeth, he didn't have a date, the last one was called off anyway.
What. With who? When?
Niragi's eye twitched. Who the fuck did Chota think he was? Who the hell wanted to go out with him? Why did it make Niragi so fucking angry? He stepped away from Chota, eyes narrowed. Seething.
Have it your way. Talk to me when you've knocked some sense into yourself.
Niragi turned around, not walking away, but not facing Chota.
Tatta..
Chota looked down, an odd feeling of guilt washing over him when seeing Niragi so pissed off. He looked down at his hands, fiddling with his short fingers as he waited anxiously.
Hah. How pathetic.
How. pathetic.
Niragi clenched his hands, spinning back around to look Chota in the eyes, furious. He had some fucking nerve. Niragi had half the mind to kill them both. Kill Tatta and make Chota watch. Niragi's hands shook with kept in rage.
Him. Of all people, not me, but him.
Not you..?
He murmured, feeling the words that spoke the truth lingering on the tip of his tongue, ready to betray Chōta.
Niragi seethed. His hands trembled in fury, an unreasonable amount of fury. Why was he so angry? He wasn't jealous. He couldn't be. Right?
Yeah, not me. Why him? I'm fucking offering. I'm the one here. Where is he?
I don't- Our last date was cancelled.. It's not like I'm dating him!
We- we could still go on a date!?
He sputtered again, the word pour out from between his lips without a second thought, embarrassment filling him again.
Awh. You're asking me out.
Niragi pulled Chota in close, glaring daggers at the smaller man. A threat.
Cancel this and you won't see your way to a third date. I'll kill you. Tomorrow, my room.
With that, Niragi licked a stripe up Chota's cheek and winked. What a perfect opportunity.
Chota shuddered, gasping quietly as he nodded quickly - almost eager appearing.
I won't cancel this-! I'll be there!
He gulped, a heavy weight of fear and anxiety pressing down on him. He didn't know how this date would go, one wrong move and he'd be probably dead! Chōta brought his hand up to his face, wiping off the foreign saliva on his skin with mild disgust.
...
Okay.
That's all Niragi said, face blank as he stared at Chota. It was almost cute how Chota reacted.
Good.
Chota managed to return Niragi's strong gaze, slowly nodding nervously before opening his mouth to speak - but he was speechless.
. . .
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sleep w one eye open
-imbettrthanu
UWAAH— WHAT!?
WUH- WHAT'D I DO !?
watch out. 1 eye open. both, if you're feeling extra.
WUH-!? I don't think I even wanna sleep!
huh? why the hell not, chota? scared?
no.. uwah,, maybe!?
you're— you're scary as hell!
Good. Better than being like Limp-dick incels like you, yknow?
limp-dick? wuh— I can totally get it up!
not that that matters. . .
oh it soo matters, actually. prove it, right now, go on then. show me
Chōta felt his whole body get warmer, his palms began to sweat as he stuttered:
SHOW YOU ? uh- wuh- ⠀⠀NO WAY!
awwh. why not?
niragi grinned, letting his eyes roll back and tongue loll out as he moved closer to chota's neck. he whispered harshly into his skin.
i can always show you a real good time if you do.
Chōta's breathing began to come out in shuddering forced huffs, the palms of his hands drenched with sweat as he gulped. His voice straining:
Don't... Don't mess around like that.
mmm? why not? too hard it hurts? don't worry, i can take it.
With a cackle, he leaned back, licking his lips and winking at Chota. East target, cute and stupid. Perfect. Hey, hold on. He was probably queer too. Niragi's lips pursed.
No-no-no- nonoNO! I'm not hard-!
His voice came out in an amusingly high pitched squeal, his hands flying to graos onto the fabric of his own pants - trying to keep it together
Glancing down at Chota's pants, he raised an eyebrow, highly amused by them display.
i dunno. i think i see a bulge, or are you just that big normally?
Gross. He wasn't gay. It was just fun to mess with people. Twinks that have nothing better to do than flaunt themselves. Chota was the whole package. Apparently, he had one too.
S-shuddup!! I don't know how big I am, why does it matter !?
Chōta's cheeks were a nice vibrant red, burning with several emotions that all connected to the major feeling of embarassment that flowed through him.
i can help you find out, babe.
His tongue swiped over his top row of teeth, smirking at Chota with lustful eyes. He deserved an Oscar for this acting. With a step, he moved closer, lifting a hand to drag up Chota's arm, resting it on his shoulder.
Y-you're not joking... are you?
He gasped, watching the taller man run his hand over his arm, his hands slowly loosing the previous tension in them.
Do you want me to be?
Niragi grinned wider, looking at Chota, staring, as if he wanted to study him. Maybe he did. He could feel Chota's arm relax. Good.
Chōta took in a long breath, before shakily exhaling. His face still flushed as ever as he opened his mouth to speak, his voice coming out as a long whine:
I.. I don't knnoooww!
Use your words, Chota. C'mon.
Niragi grabbed his chin, jerking it up so he was looking the shorter boy in the eyes directly. The grin fell into a sultry smirk, eyes half-lidded. He leaned in closer, warm breath fanning over Chota's face.
Tell me what you want.
I- ah..
Chōta froze, it felt impossible to speak now. His body quivered nervously as he tried to return Niragi's gaze, ultimately failing.
If you can't tell me, I'll just have to leave. I'm not wasting my time.
Niragi glanced around, looking for ways out, eyes eventually returning back to Chota. He subconsciously moved further towards him. It startled even himself.
.. I HAVE DATE! I- I CAN'T!
Chōta sputtered, knowing damn well he just clearly lied through his teeth, he didn't have a date, the last one was called off anyway.
What. With who? When?
Niragi's eye twitched. Who the fuck did Chota think he was? Who the hell wanted to go out with him? Why did it make Niragi so fucking angry? He stepped away from Chota, eyes narrowed. Seething.
Have it your way. Talk to me when you've knocked some sense into yourself.
Niragi turned around, not walking away, but not facing Chota.
Tatta..
Chota looked down, an odd feeling of guilt washing over him when seeing Niragi so pissed off. He looked down at his hands, fiddling with his short fingers as he waited anxiously.
Hah. How pathetic.
How. pathetic.
Niragi clenched his hands, spinning back around to look Chota in the eyes, furious. He had some fucking nerve. Niragi had half the mind to kill them both. Kill Tatta and make Chota watch. Niragi's hands shook with kept in rage.
Him. Of all people, not me, but him.
Not you..?
He murmured, feeling the words that spoke the truth lingering on the tip of his tongue, ready to betray Chōta.
Niragi seethed. His hands trembled in fury, an unreasonable amount of fury. Why was he so angry? He wasn't jealous. He couldn't be. Right?
Yeah, not me. Why him? I'm fucking offering. I'm the one here. Where is he?
I don't- Our last date was cancelled.. It's not like I'm dating him!
We- we could still go on a date!?
He sputtered again, the word pour out from between his lips without a second thought, embarrassment filling him again.
Awh. You're asking me out.
Niragi pulled Chota in close, glaring daggers at the smaller man. A threat.
Cancel this and you won't see your way to a third date. I'll kill you. Tomorrow, my room.
With that, Niragi licked a stripe up Chota's cheek and winked. What a perfect opportunity.
Chota shuddered, gasping quietly as he nodded quickly - almost eager appearing.
I won't cancel this-! I'll be there!
He gulped, a heavy weight of fear and anxiety pressing down on him. He didn't know how this date would go, one wrong move and he'd be probably dead! Chōta brought his hand up to his face, wiping off the foreign saliva on his skin with mild disgust.
sleep w one eye open
-imbettrthanu
UWAAH— WHAT!?
WUH- WHAT'D I DO !?
watch out. 1 eye open. both, if you're feeling extra.
WUH-!? I don't think I even wanna sleep!
huh? why the hell not, chota? scared?
no.. uwah,, maybe!?
you're— you're scary as hell!
Good. Better than being like Limp-dick incels like you, yknow?
limp-dick? wuh— I can totally get it up!
not that that matters. . .
oh it soo matters, actually. prove it, right now, go on then. show me
Chōta felt his whole body get warmer, his palms began to sweat as he stuttered:
SHOW YOU ? uh- wuh- ⠀⠀NO WAY!
awwh. why not?
niragi grinned, letting his eyes roll back and tongue loll out as he moved closer to chota's neck. he whispered harshly into his skin.
i can always show you a real good time if you do.
Chōta's breathing began to come out in shuddering forced huffs, the palms of his hands drenched with sweat as he gulped. His voice straining:
Don't... Don't mess around like that.
mmm? why not? too hard it hurts? don't worry, i can take it.
With a cackle, he leaned back, licking his lips and winking at Chota. East target, cute and stupid. Perfect. Hey, hold on. He was probably queer too. Niragi's lips pursed.
No-no-no- nonoNO! I'm not hard-!
His voice came out in an amusingly high pitched squeal, his hands flying to graos onto the fabric of his own pants - trying to keep it together
Glancing down at Chota's pants, he raised an eyebrow, highly amused by them display.
i dunno. i think i see a bulge, or are you just that big normally?
Gross. He wasn't gay. It was just fun to mess with people. Twinks that have nothing better to do than flaunt themselves. Chota was the whole package. Apparently, he had one too.
S-shuddup!! I don't know how big I am, why does it matter !?
Chōta's cheeks were a nice vibrant red, burning with several emotions that all connected to the major feeling of embarassment that flowed through him.
i can help you find out, babe.
His tongue swiped over his top row of teeth, smirking at Chota with lustful eyes. He deserved an Oscar for this acting. With a step, he moved closer, lifting a hand to drag up Chota's arm, resting it on his shoulder.
Y-you're not joking... are you?
He gasped, watching the taller man run his hand over his arm, his hands slowly loosing the previous tension in them.
Do you want me to be?
Niragi grinned wider, looking at Chota, staring, as if he wanted to study him. Maybe he did. He could feel Chota's arm relax. Good.
Chōta took in a long breath, before shakily exhaling. His face still flushed as ever as he opened his mouth to speak, his voice coming out as a long whine:
I.. I don't knnoooww!
Use your words, Chota. C'mon.
Niragi grabbed his chin, jerking it up so he was looking the shorter boy in the eyes directly. The grin fell into a sultry smirk, eyes half-lidded. He leaned in closer, warm breath fanning over Chota's face.
Tell me what you want.
I- ah..
Chōta froze, it felt impossible to speak now. His body quivered nervously as he tried to return Niragi's gaze, ultimately failing.
If you can't tell me, I'll just have to leave. I'm not wasting my time.
Niragi glanced around, looking for ways out, eyes eventually returning back to Chota. He subconsciously moved further towards him. It startled even himself.
.. I HAVE DATE! I- I CAN'T!
Chōta sputtered, knowing damn well he just clearly lied through his teeth, he didn't have a date, the last one was called off anyway.
What. With who? When?
Niragi's eye twitched. Who the fuck did Chota think he was? Who the hell wanted to go out with him? Why did it make Niragi so fucking angry? He stepped away from Chota, eyes narrowed. Seething.
Have it your way. Talk to me when you've knocked some sense into yourself.
Niragi turned around, not walking away, but not facing Chota.
Tatta..
Chota looked down, an odd feeling of guilt washing over him when seeing Niragi so pissed off. He looked down at his hands, fiddling with his short fingers as he waited anxiously.
Hah. How pathetic.
How. pathetic.
Niragi clenched his hands, spinning back around to look Chota in the eyes, furious. He had some fucking nerve. Niragi had half the mind to kill them both. Kill Tatta and make Chota watch. Niragi's hands shook with kept in rage.
Him. Of all people, not me, but him.
Not you..?
He murmured, feeling the words that spoke the truth lingering on the tip of his tongue, ready to betray Chōta.
Niragi seethed. His hands trembled in fury, an unreasonable amount of fury. Why was he so angry? He wasn't jealous. He couldn't be. Right?
Yeah, not me. Why him? I'm fucking offering. I'm the one here. Where is he?
I don't- Our last date was cancelled.. It's not like I'm dating him!
We- we could still go on a date!?
He sputtered again, the word pour out from between his lips without a second thought, embarrassment filling him again.
sleep w one eye open
-imbettrthanu
UWAAH— WHAT!?
WUH- WHAT'D I DO !?
watch out. 1 eye open. both, if you're feeling extra.
WUH-!? I don't think I even wanna sleep!
huh? why the hell not, chota? scared?
no.. uwah,, maybe!?
you're— you're scary as hell!
Good. Better than being like Limp-dick incels like you, yknow?
limp-dick? wuh— I can totally get it up!
not that that matters. . .
oh it soo matters, actually. prove it, right now, go on then. show me
Chōta felt his whole body get warmer, his palms began to sweat as he stuttered:
SHOW YOU ? uh- wuh- ⠀⠀NO WAY!
awwh. why not?
niragi grinned, letting his eyes roll back and tongue loll out as he moved closer to chota's neck. he whispered harshly into his skin.
i can always show you a real good time if you do.
Chōta's breathing began to come out in shuddering forced huffs, the palms of his hands drenched with sweat as he gulped. His voice straining:
Don't... Don't mess around like that.
mmm? why not? too hard it hurts? don't worry, i can take it.
With a cackle, he leaned back, licking his lips and winking at Chota. East target, cute and stupid. Perfect. Hey, hold on. He was probably queer too. Niragi's lips pursed.
No-no-no- nonoNO! I'm not hard-!
His voice came out in an amusingly high pitched squeal, his hands flying to graos onto the fabric of his own pants - trying to keep it together
Glancing down at Chota's pants, he raised an eyebrow, highly amused by them display.
i dunno. i think i see a bulge, or are you just that big normally?
Gross. He wasn't gay. It was just fun to mess with people. Twinks that have nothing better to do than flaunt themselves. Chota was the whole package. Apparently, he had one too.
S-shuddup!! I don't know how big I am, why does it matter !?
Chōta's cheeks were a nice vibrant red, burning with several emotions that all connected to the major feeling of embarassment that flowed through him.
i can help you find out, babe.
His tongue swiped over his top row of teeth, smirking at Chota with lustful eyes. He deserved an Oscar for this acting. With a step, he moved closer, lifting a hand to drag up Chota's arm, resting it on his shoulder.
Y-you're not joking... are you?
He gasped, watching the taller man run his hand over his arm, his hands slowly loosing the previous tension in them.
Do you want me to be?
Niragi grinned wider, looking at Chota, staring, as if he wanted to study him. Maybe he did. He could feel Chota's arm relax. Good.
Chōta took in a long breath, before shakily exhaling. His face still flushed as ever as he opened his mouth to speak, his voice coming out as a long whine:
I.. I don't knnoooww!
Use your words, Chota. C'mon.
Niragi grabbed his chin, jerking it up so he was looking the shorter boy in the eyes directly. The grin fell into a sultry smirk, eyes half-lidded. He leaned in closer, warm breath fanning over Chota's face.
Tell me what you want.
I- ah..
Chōta froze, it felt impossible to speak now. His body quivered nervously as he tried to return Niragi's gaze, ultimately failing.
If you can't tell me, I'll just have to leave. I'm not wasting my time.
Niragi glanced around, looking for ways out, eyes eventually returning back to Chota. He subconsciously moved further towards him. It startled even himself.
.. I HAVE DATE! I- I CAN'T!
Chōta sputtered, knowing damn well he just clearly lied through his teeth, he didn't have a date, the last one was called off anyway.
What. With who? When?
Niragi's eye twitched. Who the fuck did Chota think he was? Who the hell wanted to go out with him? Why did it make Niragi so fucking angry? He stepped away from Chota, eyes narrowed. Seething.
Have it your way. Talk to me when you've knocked some sense into yourself.
Niragi turned around, not walking away, but not facing Chota.
Tatta..
Chota looked down, an odd feeling of guilt washing over him when seeing Niragi so pissed off. He looked down at his hands, fiddling with his short fingers as he waited anxiously.
Hah. How pathetic.
How. pathetic.
Niragi clenched his hands, spinning back around to look Chota in the eyes, furious. He had some fucking nerve. Niragi had half the mind to kill them both. Kill Tatta and make Chota watch. Niragi's hands shook with kept in rage.
Him. Of all people, not me, but him.
Not you..?
He murmured, feeling the words that spoke the truth lingering on the tip of his tongue, ready to betray Chōta.
sleep w one eye open
-imbettrthanu
UWAAH— WHAT!?
WUH- WHAT'D I DO !?
watch out. 1 eye open. both, if you're feeling extra.
WUH-!? I don't think I even wanna sleep!
huh? why the hell not, chota? scared?
no.. uwah,, maybe!?
you're— you're scary as hell!
Good. Better than being like Limp-dick incels like you, yknow?
limp-dick? wuh— I can totally get it up!
not that that matters. . .
oh it soo matters, actually. prove it, right now, go on then. show me
Chōta felt his whole body get warmer, his palms began to sweat as he stuttered:
SHOW YOU ? uh- wuh- ⠀⠀NO WAY!
awwh. why not?
niragi grinned, letting his eyes roll back and tongue loll out as he moved closer to chota's neck. he whispered harshly into his skin.
i can always show you a real good time if you do.
Chōta's breathing began to come out in shuddering forced huffs, the palms of his hands drenched with sweat as he gulped. His voice straining:
Don't... Don't mess around like that.
mmm? why not? too hard it hurts? don't worry, i can take it.
With a cackle, he leaned back, licking his lips and winking at Chota. East target, cute and stupid. Perfect. Hey, hold on. He was probably queer too. Niragi's lips pursed.
No-no-no- nonoNO! I'm not hard-!
His voice came out in an amusingly high pitched squeal, his hands flying to graos onto the fabric of his own pants - trying to keep it together
Glancing down at Chota's pants, he raised an eyebrow, highly amused by them display.
i dunno. i think i see a bulge, or are you just that big normally?
Gross. He wasn't gay. It was just fun to mess with people. Twinks that have nothing better to do than flaunt themselves. Chota was the whole package. Apparently, he had one too.
S-shuddup!! I don't know how big I am, why does it matter !?
Chōta's cheeks were a nice vibrant red, burning with several emotions that all connected to the major feeling of embarassment that flowed through him.
i can help you find out, babe.
His tongue swiped over his top row of teeth, smirking at Chota with lustful eyes. He deserved an Oscar for this acting. With a step, he moved closer, lifting a hand to drag up Chota's arm, resting it on his shoulder.
Y-you're not joking... are you?
He gasped, watching the taller man run his hand over his arm, his hands slowly loosing the previous tension in them.
Do you want me to be?
Niragi grinned wider, looking at Chota, staring, as if he wanted to study him. Maybe he did. He could feel Chota's arm relax. Good.
Chōta took in a long breath, before shakily exhaling. His face still flushed as ever as he opened his mouth to speak, his voice coming out as a long whine:
I.. I don't knnoooww!
Use your words, Chota. C'mon.
Niragi grabbed his chin, jerking it up so he was looking the shorter boy in the eyes directly. The grin fell into a sultry smirk, eyes half-lidded. He leaned in closer, warm breath fanning over Chota's face.
Tell me what you want.
I- ah..
Chōta froze, it felt impossible to speak now. His body quivered nervously as he tried to return Niragi's gaze, ultimately failing.
If you can't tell me, I'll just have to leave. I'm not wasting my time.
Niragi glanced around, looking for ways out, eyes eventually returning back to Chota. He subconsciously moved further towards him. It startled even himself.
.. I HAVE DATE! I- I CAN'T!
Chōta sputtered, knowing damn well he just clearly lied through his teeth, he didn't have a date, the last one was called off anyway.
What. With who? When?
Niragi's eye twitched. Who the fuck did Chota think he was? Who the hell wanted to go out with him? Why did it make Niragi so fucking angry? He stepped away from Chota, eyes narrowed. Seething.
Have it your way. Talk to me when you've knocked some sense into yourself.
Niragi turned around, not walking away, but not facing Chota.
Tatta..
Chota looked down, an odd feeling of guilt washing over him when seeing Niragi so pissed off. He looked down at his hands, fiddling with his short fingers as he waited anxiously.
sleep w one eye open
-imbettrthanu
UWAAH— WHAT!?
WUH- WHAT'D I DO !?
watch out. 1 eye open. both, if you're feeling extra.
WUH-!? I don't think I even wanna sleep!
huh? why the hell not, chota? scared?
no.. uwah,, maybe!?
you're— you're scary as hell!
Good. Better than being like Limp-dick incels like you, yknow?
limp-dick? wuh— I can totally get it up!
not that that matters. . .
oh it soo matters, actually. prove it, right now, go on then. show me
Chōta felt his whole body get warmer, his palms began to sweat as he stuttered:
SHOW YOU ? uh- wuh- ⠀⠀NO WAY!
awwh. why not?
niragi grinned, letting his eyes roll back and tongue loll out as he moved closer to chota's neck. he whispered harshly into his skin.
i can always show you a real good time if you do.
Chōta's breathing began to come out in shuddering forced huffs, the palms of his hands drenched with sweat as he gulped. His voice straining:
Don't... Don't mess around like that.
mmm? why not? too hard it hurts? don't worry, i can take it.
With a cackle, he leaned back, licking his lips and winking at Chota. East target, cute and stupid. Perfect. Hey, hold on. He was probably queer too. Niragi's lips pursed.
No-no-no- nonoNO! I'm not hard-!
His voice came out in an amusingly high pitched squeal, his hands flying to graos onto the fabric of his own pants - trying to keep it together
Glancing down at Chota's pants, he raised an eyebrow, highly amused by them display.
i dunno. i think i see a bulge, or are you just that big normally?
Gross. He wasn't gay. It was just fun to mess with people. Twinks that have nothing better to do than flaunt themselves. Chota was the whole package. Apparently, he had one too.
S-shuddup!! I don't know how big I am, why does it matter !?
Chōta's cheeks were a nice vibrant red, burning with several emotions that all connected to the major feeling of embarassment that flowed through him.
i can help you find out, babe.
His tongue swiped over his top row of teeth, smirking at Chota with lustful eyes. He deserved an Oscar for this acting. With a step, he moved closer, lifting a hand to drag up Chota's arm, resting it on his shoulder.
Y-you're not joking... are you?
He gasped, watching the taller man run his hand over his arm, his hands slowly loosing the previous tension in them.
Do you want me to be?
Niragi grinned wider, looking at Chota, staring, as if he wanted to study him. Maybe he did. He could feel Chota's arm relax. Good.
Chōta took in a long breath, before shakily exhaling. His face still flushed as ever as he opened his mouth to speak, his voice coming out as a long whine:
I.. I don't knnoooww!
Use your words, Chota. C'mon.
Niragi grabbed his chin, jerking it up so he was looking the shorter boy in the eyes directly. The grin fell into a sultry smirk, eyes half-lidded. He leaned in closer, warm breath fanning over Chota's face.
Tell me what you want.
I- ah..
Chōta froze, it felt impossible to speak now. His body quivered nervously as he tried to return Niragi's gaze, ultimately failing.
If you can't tell me, I'll just have to leave. I'm not wasting my time.
Niragi glanced around, looking for ways out, eyes eventually returning back to Chota. He subconsciously moved further towards him. It startled even himself.
.. I HAVE DATE! I- I CAN'T!
Chōta sputtered, knowing damn well he just clearly lied through his teeth, he didn't have a date, the last one was called off anyway.
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sleep w one eye open
-imbettrthanu
UWAAH— WHAT!?
WUH- WHAT'D I DO !?
watch out. 1 eye open. both, if you're feeling extra.
WUH-!? I don't think I even wanna sleep!
huh? why the hell not, chota? scared?
no.. uwah,, maybe!?
you're— you're scary as hell!
Good. Better than being like Limp-dick incels like you, yknow?
limp-dick? wuh— I can totally get it up!
not that that matters. . .
oh it soo matters, actually. prove it, right now, go on then. show me
Chōta felt his whole body get warmer, his palms began to sweat as he stuttered:
SHOW YOU ? uh- wuh- ⠀⠀NO WAY!
awwh. why not?
niragi grinned, letting his eyes roll back and tongue loll out as he moved closer to chota's neck. he whispered harshly into his skin.
i can always show you a real good time if you do.
Chōta's breathing began to come out in shuddering forced huffs, the palms of his hands drenched with sweat as he gulped. His voice straining:
Don't... Don't mess around like that.
mmm? why not? too hard it hurts? don't worry, i can take it.
With a cackle, he leaned back, licking his lips and winking at Chota. East target, cute and stupid. Perfect. Hey, hold on. He was probably queer too. Niragi's lips pursed.
No-no-no- nonoNO! I'm not hard-!
His voice came out in an amusingly high pitched squeal, his hands flying to graos onto the fabric of his own pants - trying to keep it together
Glancing down at Chota's pants, he raised an eyebrow, highly amused by them display.
i dunno. i think i see a bulge, or are you just that big normally?
Gross. He wasn't gay. It was just fun to mess with people. Twinks that have nothing better to do than flaunt themselves. Chota was the whole package. Apparently, he had one too.
S-shuddup!! I don't know how big I am, why does it matter !?
Chōta's cheeks were a nice vibrant red, burning with several emotions that all connected to the major feeling of embarassment that flowed through him.
i can help you find out, babe.
His tongue swiped over his top row of teeth, smirking at Chota with lustful eyes. He deserved an Oscar for this acting. With a step, he moved closer, lifting a hand to drag up Chota's arm, resting it on his shoulder.
Y-you're not joking... are you?
He gasped, watching the taller man run his hand over his arm, his hands slowly loosing the previous tension in them.
Do you want me to be?
Niragi grinned wider, looking at Chota, staring, as if he wanted to study him. Maybe he did. He could feel Chota's arm relax. Good.
Chōta took in a long breath, before shakily exhaling. His face still flushed as ever as he opened his mouth to speak, his voice coming out as a long whine:
I.. I don't knnoooww!
Use your words, Chota. C'mon.
Niragi grabbed his chin, jerking it up so he was looking the shorter boy in the eyes directly. The grin fell into a sultry smirk, eyes half-lidded. He leaned in closer, warm breath fanning over Chota's face.
Tell me what you want.
I- ah..
Chōta froze, it felt impossible to speak now. His body quivered nervously as he tried to return Niragi's gaze, ultimately failing.
