( 𝗐 𝗁 𝗂 𝗌 𝗉 𝖾 𝗋 )

"The ramen it is," Haru concluded. Between all the teasing and curious thoughts, hunger remained predominant when you exhausted yourself after a nice afternoon at the swimming pool. And more than often, food was the best way to get to know others, a meal shared could be a welcomed ice breaker. As the swimmer walked next to Ema, he studied the man's features, seemingly intrigued by his handsome looks. Why would Haru deny it? Nonetheless, he refrained from making any further comments as their conversation gained a comfortable note. "Oh, that's quite the career path! You're doing an important job, I believe so." Meanwhile, Haru thought hard about finding his own path after ending his professional swimming career. Perhaps meeting Ema was fate's hint to take action at last. "I must evoke a certain level of trust if you share such details with me," he chuckled. "Is there something you'd like to ask me? Ah, we've arrived!"

"I guess it depends. I work for a private clinic, and it is not rare for people to say it is rude I'd choose a better-paid job over the sake of working in public where staff is always too short for all those reasons." He did it for several years, and the health conditions, along with the payout versus the hours one truly worked, often made it hard to see why one should spend the rest of their life that way. It was something that many overlooked when judging healthcare workers. "Mh, maybe as a nurse, I like to think I have developed a good instinct with others," he joked. There also was that weird animalistic instinct he could not describe but that had no alarming feel with Haru either. He swore it was all that and not maybe a secret fan crush or something. "Ah, I am happy just to have a conversation!" he promised, opening the door as they chose a simple table in the middle of the place. No reasons to hide.

Isa sat down, waiting for Sei to follow as he gave him an almost innocent smile before relaxing his head against the other's shoulder, somehow managing easily despite their shared height. His hand gave the other's a soft squeeze when his brown eyes finally wandered up to the sky, and for once, even Isa managed to be quiet as bright lights started to paint pictures right into the sky.

The pause gave him the chance to observe Arata, cheeks flushed and eyes clouded yet always on his boyfriend. A loud gasp then followed as the other continued to pound into the dragon hybrid, Arata's name moaned in such delight. "Mmmh, the feeling's mutual," he whimpered, throwing his head back as Arata was marking him. "You feel so good, I need more..." Gin tightened, quite enjoying the sensation of his boyfriend's dick buried deep within. He was at Arata's mercy and what kind of mercy this was! His hardness needed attention, he knew that but oh how splendid did the dragon feel having his lover take him from behind? A part of him felt embarrassed to make his desire so visible before he realized there was no need to. Arata loved Gin. And Gin loved Arata. "My love, I'm close..."

By his own thought, the kamaitachi came, with no warning. A release in which nothing was mysterious or magical like the sinful stories humans liked to read, a reaction of his body captured in a kiss with the man he loved the most.

"Nothing, just a very passionate regular who sometimes has a little too much enthusiasm to try and make the place famous when it's the last thing we want," Kichul replied, not going into detail that it had to do with the secret business branch of smuggling, mainly weapons. "I am not too keen on finding us on the list of the influencer tourists, if that makes sense," he waved his hand, and this too was true. Kichul was already strange himself, considering he was not a local as well, but since the owner had been around for so long, people did not care too much; they came for good prices and tasty ramen. "Would you like something more refreshing to deal with the spice? We have a few good soda drinks, or some freezer sweets, if you do not mind them."

Rendered speechless now, Nat's lips simply parted with a breathy chuckle, clearly unable to find any fitting words. Hands comforted him so perfect as did those lips seeking out his own. Now there was no way of talking himself out of it anymore yet he clearly stalled as hands raised to stroke over the younger man's head, down to settle against his jaw for a moment as he leaned in. Using his charms was not the purpose of the kiss he stole, lingering yet tender, loving even as for a moment it was used to relax himself and the racing of his heart. Unfortunately it did very little. "I'm worried you'd leave me." Finally came from the older much more quiet than he had been earlier, dark eyes looking into beautiful light browns before eventually his gaze faltered down. Be it out of shame or more of that bubbling worry in his throat. "That..if I told you all of my worries, you'd think I'm crazy and leave. It's happened before." Nat wouldn't mention Akihisa, nor would he mention Ishii's own vulnerability to the supernatural. Maybe it was fine then to open up about it.

Ishii let the kiss linger for the duration which seemed comfortable for the other man. He knew that to Nat, it seemed to be a very emotional moment and he tried to be a little more mindful and less tough with it. He knew sometimes, he could overlook meaning and change the topic without ill intentions but give others around him the feeling he had no care for their troubles. "You are voluntarily dating a gay host, most would say that is crazy enough, so there is not much more that can go wild." Ishii had many dating attempts and affairs in between but the truth was he knew many of them flopped instantly because of his job and the refusal he would have to give it up for romance, not only because he didn't exactly have too many talents to make a living by. One arm moved and he poked his cheek: "We already agreed on being too selfish to go anywhere anyway, so!" Handling emotional situations calmly and sensitively was never his skill; he was a great listener but not good with comforting words, so there often were more playful words accompanied by gentler actions, like the way he looked at Nat.

Kathy Fagan, from "The Light in Autumn"

"...Why are you impatient? How much time do you have?"

He clapped his hands together and smiled: "Ah! The favor is a timely manner I'd require now, and the person who wanders is very keen to avoid paying me back. Coming here likely is a test to see if I'd go as far, taking the risks wandering borders has for me."

Lips were chssed after now they were so close and his tongue knowingly pressed in. The song of a body moving in desire was one of his favorites, going by a melody nobody seemed to hear most of the time. It happily entanled into a dance, brushing against the other, a smacking sounds whhen lips and salvia mixed together, eventually relaxing his body back just enough to capture Aran#s tip between his lips, a teasing suck and his hips that eagerly grinded up with perfect balance, the weight of the other man no problem at all as he brought more friction to their hardf cocks, completed with a sweet moan.

He falls in silent step beside the other, like a ghost on the quiet streets. He lifts an eyebrow slightly at the comment. " That sounds like something that someone spontaneously deciding to murder someone would say, I hope you know that. " His lips move just slightly at the thought.

"I take it you do not mind it too much, tho."