nanase haruka

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                    “Running?  Maybe I should do your legs instead?”

          He starts with the back of his neck.                    ”How was practice?”

                   ”I’m gonna give you a back rub, okay?”           Picks him up and puts him in his lap.

                     ”Haru.  Hold still.”

            " . . . "

           He gasped at Haru’s words.  Maybe he really should just            relax and let the dolphin work as he pleased.  After all, how            often did he do something he didn’t want to without prompt-            ing.  With one of his classic chuckles, Makoto finally gave in.                       ”Hm.  Alright, Haru.  I’m yours, then…”            And the rest was history.  No more talking.  Not if the brunet            could help it, that is.  Though, he did gasp when his pants            were pushed from him.  His face burned while he kicked them            away.  It wasn’t until he pressed his body against Haru’s that            they both became much more aware of how…eager Makoto            was.  But, forgoing his usual fretting and apologies, he simply            made sure his love was more occupied by other things.  The            orca did his best to quickly rid the other of his pants as well,            leaving, to his relief, his underwear (and not a swimming suit.            After doing so, he let the slightest bit of a groan out as he            gave the dolphin’s hips a shallow churn with his own.

           Makoto’s eyes snapped open and his frame tensed.            The taste from their dinner mingled with Haru’s natural            flavor.  Easily their tongues met and churned together            for a much more intimate kiss.  While the brunet tried            to keep what the dolphin called his ‘idiotic strength’ at            bay, it was becoming quite the task to keep from shoving            his lover against the closest wall where they most            certainly would never make it to the tub.

           But, when a hand came to the waistband of his pants,            Makoto now tore back from the other.                       "A-Ah—!  Y-you don’t have to do that, Haru.  I can do             that myself—”            Although, if he tried to take his own clothing off again,            it would more than likely end the same way it did in his            first attempt.  So, he may have vocally objected, but, large            hands stayed relatively still, venturing to the front of Haru’s            pants to undo his belt buckle.

                      "…Don’t worry about just me…"            he said with a nervous chuckle.

             " I don't have to do anything -- "

             His hands were stopped but he didn't move them away.              Makoto was nervous, he knew it, but he didn't want him              to think that he was forcing himself to do this or anything              of the sort. 

                                                                           " I want to do it. "

           Talking seemed to be what was dowsing the heat they’d            begun to form.  A closed space never felt so tight before.            With the air around them thick and heavy, it was easy to            be taken in by the awakening passion these two felt for            one another.  When they naturally eased off from their            kiss, Makoto’s fretting had almost completely vanished.            They didn’t need extravagant displays of affection, they            didn’t need to prove to one another how much they loved            each other.  They just needed each other and any chance            they had to be together.  It was simple and it was easy.

           The kiss grew more intense when the orca leaned down            once again.  His mouth was slightly more open and the            hands on Haru started to grip more than gently hold.  A            sharp breath was taken in through his nose when he felt            the other respond to him.  His mind was starting to blank            as they continued but he humored himself with thinking            that they may not make it to the tub after all.

            It hadn't been his intention to move things to this when they             came to take a bath, but perhaps it had been at the back of             his mind once he knew why Makoto was so embarrassed             after suggesting it. The kissing was obviously working those             nerves the orca had had away and now things were moving             at a much better pace. Haruka welcomed the continuation             of the kiss, his mouth opening much in the same manner.             He decided that he'd experiment a little, just to see how             into this Makoto was actually getting, which he assumed             was a lot by now.

           His body stiffened at Haru’s assistance but he willingly            accepted it.  Once his shirt was off and out of his mind,            it was easier to be more focused and strangely, with            Haru right in front of him, he found his grounding.  In            just a few moments, while his cheeks remained flushed.            Emeralds shifted from place to place while the orca             gathered his words.                         "I want to.  I’m just…pretty nervous, you know?            This is the first time we’ve…”            Honestly, this was almost too good to be true and he             was so excited for this to be happening but, Makoto            felt almost like it was unceremonious.  As usual, guilt            tugged at the brunet.  He knows giant shows and elaborate            demonstrations were something Haru didn’t particularly            enjoy, but there was still a part of him that wished he’d             made this situation a bit more romantic.  He felt like            he was ruining this before it even began.            ”I feel kind of silly…”            Tan hands found the dolphin’s bare waist as he stood            before him.  His head dipped down to gently peck the            other’s lips.            

              ( It's just a bath -- )

              Haru wanted to say that out loud but he knew that it was               much more than that. The relationship wasn't as it used               to be. It was on a much deeper level now and something               as simple ( to Haru at least ) as taking a bath now meant               something entirely different when it involved the both of               them. In truth, he felt nervous too, he just wasn't one for               really showing it, and he wanted Makoto to feel a bit more               comfortable before they moved on.

               Warm hands settled at his waist and Haru felt himself                instinctively move closer. Now that Makoto's shirt was                off it was easier to fully see him, and to help him feel                better -- or try to, at least -- he reached his hand up to                gently cup his cheek.

                                                                                       " -- don't. "

          His frenzy settled once Haru was oddly upfront with           him about his intentions and desires.  Makoto visibly           relaxed even though his mind and heart raced.  What           was he gonna do now?  This was really going to happen           now that he knew Haru was very much willing to proceed.                          ”Haru…”                     Green eyes were now focused on something that happened           so often that he’d almost not been effected by it at all but           now was so frazzled by it that his face exploded into blush;           Haru taking his clothes off.  Oh!  Right.  He had to do that           too before getting in the bath.  The orca did his best to undo           his own shirt and got only two buttons before he got too           embarrassed with his failures and attempted to simply pull           his short over his head.  That didn’t work either.                          ”…——”

           He probably shouldn't laugh, but Makoto was making            it very hard not to. He was so focused on freaking out            that he couldn't even get his shirt off. Haru let out a            small breath of a chuckle then reached up to help his            boyfriend out with removing his clothes. This was a lot            different than what he was used to -- taking their clothes            off, that was -- but he wasn't going to freak out like the            other had done. This was a big step, sure, but one he            felt confident that he was ready to make. Maybe Makoto            wasn't on the same page, though.

           His fingers worked the buttons open and soon he pushed            the shirt over Makoto's head. He stopped, though, his            head canting to the side as he quirked a brow.

                   "H-Haru—!  Wait!  Really, it’s fine, you can go                     by yourself—”            While the brunet did struggle in words, he didn’t do            anything that would physically hinder his path to the            dolphin’s bathroom.  He really couldn’t believe he said            something so embarrassing with almost no restraint.            It wasn’t until the pair came to the bathroom and Haru            closed the door behind him, that the situation at hand            became truly real.  And now, the orca couldn’t hardly            remember how to breathe.

            Haru had already set to unbuttoning his shirt even             though Makoto was still spazzing out about the             situation that he had created himself. In mid-button             the raven-headed male stopped and picked his gaze             back up to the other. He had a mild air of confidence             around him.

          Upon hearing Haru’s compliance, Makoto completely           lost any sense of resolve.  Now, came his more worrisome           side.                         "E-Eh?!  I-I mean.  Never mind, I didn’t mean to                         say that out loud.  You go on and take your bath,                         I’ll set up the futons—!”

          Heat swarmed over the orca’s large body.  He wasn’t           exactly a bold creature but with his friend, he felt like           he had a bit more courage to speak his mind.  No matter           how bold the statement or request.                     "I could use one too…did you…want to take one                     together…?”           It wouldn’t be a first for them but, definitely a first since            they started dating.

             That question caught his attention, making him sit up              just slightly so that he could glance back at the other.              It was a bold question, but one that he was actually              something that he'd figure he'd hear sooner or later.              Sooner came quicker than he thought it would, though.

           Makoto laughed and set his controller to the side            as well. He situated himself a bit and held Haru            closer.  The dolphin always did have the most            interesting way of sulking and while it was subtle,            like most things about him, Makoto could pick it            up immediately.                     “Do you want to play something else?”            In all honesty, the brunet wouldn’t mind calling            it a night as far as activities went.  He simply            was looking forward to the two and a half days            of class-free, training-free time with his boyfriend.            

                  " Nah. "

              Following his response came a yawn. The next               couple of days would be spent relaxing or they               would play games. Just spend time together,                but now he felt like doing that relaxing bit. Haru               turned his head a little so that it was situated in               the crook of the other's neck.

                    “I want to pick the next track,”           he says as if that would increase his chances at           winning.  Once he made his selection and the           game began, it seemed like Haru would win again           for certain but, a green shell shot at him allowed            Makoto to win.  He shot both hands up in the air           and had himself a celebration.                      ”I won!”

              Green shells. Shells in general. His worst enemies!               Haruka was so close to the perfect win but then               that stupid little green shell sent his Luigi crashing               off the side of the track. He stared in disbelief at               first, then with a loud, disgruntled huff, he tossed               his controller to the side.

                                                                 " -- got lucky. "