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"Tanaka-senpai!" He practically squeaked with surprise, his hands holding tightly the rim of his jacket as if they needed to grip something. "I-It… In all honesty it isn’t my o-oooh!" A particular shift made him shudder, hastily his jaw grit shut and his eyes went wide.

Much longer and this stimulation would go from arousing to overwhelming indeed, but that was a problem best left unspoken. Touch made him start, eyes momentary wide with surprise before they returned to that part lidded expression.

This was incredibly awkward, given, but Gundam’s concern and his show of care more so than desire were comforting. Without a doubt, Tanaka easily earned Kiyotaka’s trust, and even in such a situation the former prefect would rely on him blindly. With shaking hands, Ishimaru held onto Gundam’s wrists, relieved to have him here in spite of how ashamed he felt. “T-Thank you…” He hummed his response.

Tentatively, he pushed off the wall, almost immediately regretting that decision. Whether it was the toy or his own overwhelmed body, his legs were hardly much of a support. Ishimaru stumbled, the unwarranted movement made him gasp in spite of himself. His mind - hardly too helpful in this sort of situation - beckoned he lean somewhere.

12. BOYS NIGHT OUT ((I excitedly wrote that in all caps this is going to be amusing as hell. Also I know that feeling…))

At the very least, he’d certainly underestimated Gundam’s Super High School Level title.

"They’re so energetic!" Ishimaru spoke with amazement, leaning down beside the breeder. Sure, he knew the energy of a newborn pet; Koi reminded him that she needed plenty exercise daily otherwise she could release her frustrations upon his furniture. But these were four yipping, bouncing, thumping little puppies who chased hands and fingers and liked to play bite more than anything else. Such energy was almost a bit exhausting, however he reached out to briefly rub the tummy of one rolled over pup. "To think you are raising them all… your devotion is astounding, Tanaka-senpai!"

At the mention of Koi, he flustered slightly, plucking gingerly from his pocket the tiny calico he’d brought along. Though it appeared she had no interest in being lowered, instead climbing up along Ishimaru’s sleeve with her sharp little claws, mewling and hissing tiny threats to the puppies beneath. “Koi! Come now, it’s quite fine!” Ishimaru’s attempts to soothe her went unheard as she had now climbed to his shoulder, forcing the prefect to freeze awkwardly so she may keep her balance on her new little perch. Flustered with his ineptitude, Kiyotaka glanced to Tanaka with pleading eyes and a sheepish smile. “Pardon, I think she isn’t very much of a puppy kitten. Is there somewhere I may rest her down to explore without risking her having a rowdy meetup with the puppies?”

"They can be! They either do this or sleep, there is no in between stage. I can promise you they will grow tired soon enough." He laughed under his breath. Such was the nature of puppies. They would run and run until they wore themselves out and had to sleep for several hours. He picked one of them up and it just licked his face excitedly.

"Ah... It is nothing that impressive. I simply enjoy their company. I have always had many of them to prevent me from needing the attentions of too many mortals, after all." He patted the pup's head as he thought. It really was hard to imagine living without all of his pets. They were, after all, some of his only friends. He had always had animals around to keep him from feeling completely alone. They were comforting and always loving.

But at the small hissing sound; he found himself looking to the small calico kitten. It seemed she wasn't used to the company of more animals, particularly the younger canine kind. He placed the puppy down and stood slowly. The puppies had been running around for a while, so it would be fair enough to place them back in the pen with their mother.

"Of course. I understand her senitment. They can be quite loud!" He laughed somewhat overdramatically. "I'll place them back with their mother. I am sure Andromeda missing her children anyway." He nodded slowly and began to walk toward the puppies pen, all of them following while trying to eat his shoelaces.. He should probably get to work on disciplining them before too long...

"Ah! But please, both of you make yourselves at home! My home is not the largest but if you wish to, you can go anywhere with the exclusion of, perhaps, the basement. So feel free to do as you wish."

"Tanaka-senpai!" He practically squeaked with surprise, his hands holding tightly the rim of his jacket as if they needed to grip something. "I-It… In all honesty it isn’t my o-oooh!" A particular shift made him shudder, hastily his jaw grit shut and his eyes went wide.

For there to be a moment in which he is even more red-faced than this would be nigh impossible. The former prefect had his shoulder leaned against the wall, his breath hot shudders as he tried to keep his calm. His thoughts were hazy with the prolonged teasing he’d been through. and - like it or not - he was regrettably aroused. His clothes felt restrictive, his knees at last giving in and nearly causing him to trip in his steps.

The suggestion of help made Ishimaru whine, one hand covering his mouth and the other still pulling down his shirt to hide how undeniably aroused the undesired toy had made him. From all his shivering and shaking the rabbit ears had drooped lightly, giving his lidded eyes and needy expression an even stronger appearance.

He reached out rather slowly now, placing both hands on Kiyotaka's shoulders. It was really hard to ignore just how needy the other looked... There was a part of him that wanted nothing more than to act on that, but he quickly realized he was terrified of actually doing so. The last thing he wanted was for the former prefect to push him away...

"At least allow me to assist you in walking..." He did his best to smile. Now that he was staring straight into the former prefect's eyes, he found himself getting just a little lost. He really needed to be careful.

"Hmm? Are you talking about that foolish Grey Mortal?" Gundam grumbled to himself as he watched his pet. Oh there was so many things he could do to prove himself. It was worth it too. No one questioned a god, after all.

"To explain in more detail, that Grey One questioned my control over you." He crossed his arms as  he glared at his pet. "'They called me weak for being unable to do as I pleased with you. To which I responded that I could do whatever I wanted... However, II realize I have been holding back, which may make me appear rather weak." 

"Um... Yes." Gundam stared a little as he kept his hands in his pockets. The poor mastermind really was awfully flustered with this situation. He hoped they found the flashdrive soon... 

It was then he noticed something in his pocket. He pulled it out and stared... It was a white box with AEJ written on it... 

Oh.

After what I did before, you’re damn right. You must have done that much sooner than I did. They needed someone to give them hope, rally them, y’know?

"Tanaka-senpai!" He practically squeaked with surprise, his hands holding tightly the rim of his jacket as if they needed to grip something. "I-It… In all honesty it isn’t my o-oooh!" A particular shift made him shudder, hastily his jaw grit shut and his eyes went wide.

No sooner had his wrists been freed and the damnable toy now went full throttle. Ishimaru bit hard enough on his lower lip to draw blood, quickly using his now freed hands in order to get some support from the nearest wall lest he fall on account of buckling knees. His face a cherry red, his breath now ragged panting, his clothes feeling too tight and too warm, Ishimaru tried to swallow his voice and somehow explain lest Tanaka make predictions. Then again, few predictions could be worse than this reality.

Gundam started to try to stop the former prefect from causing his lip to bleed, but knew better. At this point, the situation was probably exceptionally delicate.  The wrong words would probably end in both of them even more red faced than they were. Even worse, it could lead to a rather shattering development in their relationship... So he just watched; wondering if there was anything at all he could do to help. Of  course, when the other started to run off, he found himself following unintentionally...

"Tanaka-senpai!" He practically squeaked with surprise, his hands holding tightly the rim of his jacket as if they needed to grip something. "I-It… In all honesty it isn’t my o-oooh!" A particular shift made him shudder, hastily his jaw grit shut and his eyes went wide.

As he continued to pull the bow away, Gundam did his best to look directly at the ohter's face. It was more than difficult to put up with this sort of thing. Of course, hearing the word tail only made him more confused. He glanced up finally.

"Tanaka-senpai!" He practically squeaked with surprise, his hands holding tightly the rim of his jacket as if they needed to grip something. "I-It… In all honesty it isn’t my o-oooh!" A particular shift made him shudder, hastily his jaw grit shut and his eyes went wide.

This was becoming unbearable. His wrists still tied together, Kiyotaka hid his reddened face into his hands, giving a muffled groan as such. He’d not be half as bothered with the ears and the collar if it were not for that infernal tail and how every instance he moved it thrummed elsewhere, making this exchange awfully indecent.

Wow... There really was no way to express just how awkward this situation was. He reached a hand out, still shaky. Surely he could remove the bow... He was a god, after all. A little curse like this one should stand no chance against him. 

"Tanaka-senpai!" He practically squeaked with surprise, his hands holding tightly the rim of his jacket as if they needed to grip something. "I-It… In all honesty it isn’t my o-oooh!" A particular shift made him shudder, hastily his jaw grit shut and his eyes went wide.

Trying to keep his fidgetting to a minimum less he hum any more unnecessarily wanton notes, Ishimaru kept struggling instead with the bow tying his wrists together. How it was that such a delicate ribbon of sattin could keep him perfectly tied was far beyond him. “Acco-ording to what I was told, I-I can’t remove my… ah… my attire…” His shaky knees made him move from foot to foot, forcing the former prefect to bite on his lower lip in order to remain quiet.

"S-Supposedly my… my master can remove these… but I ha-aven’t the lightest idea of what that MEEEEANS!” This time Ishimaru went stiff as a board, trying desperately to keep still, his face beet red.

Really this situation couldn't be more awkward. Every little noise Kiyotaka was making was just making the redness spread on Gundam's face. Surely there was something he could do to help his little rabbit. He clenched his teeth at that thought. That was a little too ironic.

"Ah... Master?" He mumbled the words. While he had considered himself to hold that position he wasn't going to say so. The least he could do was try to untie the poor guy...