#muffin writes

Irie's stomach immediately lurches in alarm and he barely suppresses his groan, but Spanner is already answering. "We were just running basic analysis on-"

Kyoko cuts him off pretty smoothly when she walks over and simply pulls open the glass tube Haru was put into. She holds her friend's hands and asks again, softer this time. "Are you okay?"

Haru sighs deeply, tugging back some strands of her hair, a nervous habit. "I... I don't know. Weird things are happening Kyoko-chan..."

Luckily, that's when one of the computers chirps brightly and prints out a length of paper. Irie rushes to it as soon as he's able and takes a quick look, before sighing sharply in relief. He barely gets the words out at an acceptable volume. "Miura-san is fine. Thank God..."

They all heave a deep sigh of relief, before Kyoko and Haru already made quick work of removing the sticker diodes from Haru's skin. Kyoko holds Haru hands, helping her out of the odd glass tube, but Haru is distracted, looking towards Kyoya's phone. Her voice is uncertain. "There's another question again..?"

And indeed, the still glowing screen once again shifts to reveal new words.

"A tinsy question for hibari! Why does he care about having to wear the Mare Ring? Does it really matter either way??"

Kyoko has no idea what's going on, but even she feels an odd compulsion to answer the question. She holds Haru's hand, turning to her, curiously. "That... Cloud ring? Is Kyoya even wearing it..?"

Haru doesn't remember seeing that ring on Kyoya earlier, so she is about to reply. But that's when a soothing, familiar voice speaks up from the doorway. When did Tsu-kun get here? "No, Hayato has that ring this week."

Tsuna seems a bit stressed, but he answered Kyoko's question instinctively anyways. Haru and Kyoko immediately rush to hold his hands, because they want to and Tsuna's seems to need the comfort. Tsuna holds their hands easily and gives them a soft, affectionate smile. "Are you okay Haru-chan?"

Haru nods, tugging herself into her Sky's side and basking in the warmth and comfort he radiates. Tsuna's presence is just very soothing after a stressful situation... Tsu-kun puts an affectionate kiss in her hair, before Kyoko's questions claims his attention. "Why does Haya-kun have that ring? I thought he has other spare rings?"

Tsuna blinks, before putting a kiss on Kyoko's forehead, just to keep things equal between them all. He thinks for a moment longer, enjoying Kyoko-chan's adorable giggles, before he answers, his voice soft. "Hayato isn't using it. He has it on a chain around his neck, to make it feel more like family."

Kyoko and Haru shoot each other confused looks, walking along as Tsuna approaches Irie and Spanner. Kyoko ask the question that's on both women's minds. "Why make that ring feel like family..? And why isn't Kyoya wearing it?"

Tsuna heaves a little sigh, taking the paper Spanner hands him as he answers them, shrugging halfheartedly. "I don't know why exactly it's different this time, since Kyo-san's fine wearing the rings of enemies he took out, but I'm guessing because he didn't have a part in taking Kikyo out and didn't witness it... His flames still register that ring as an active threat?"

Tsuna scans the paper, his lips pinching, before he finishes his explanation absentmindedly. "Kyo-san refused to even wear it on a chain. So I'm having everyone carry it around for a week or so, just until his flame stops throwing such a fit about it being hostile."

Haru gasps faintly, frowning a little because she's worried. Kyoya didn't seem troubled when they talked, but maybe he was acting unbothered so as to not worry her? Having a flame that powerful has to be difficult sometimes, right..?

Before Haru can find the words to ask that question, Tsuna sighs and looks at Irie and Spanner. He's still holding that paper Spanner gave him. It has some bar graphs on it, most of them short, except for two, which are well beyond the limits of the graph. Tsu-kun sounds just a bit perplexed. "So what's the meaning of this?"

Irie and Spanner lock eyes for a second, before Irie sighs deeply and just looks somewhat defeated. "Hibari-san's phone has somehow been turned into a stable connection between our dimension and another that is almost entirely unidentifiable by our means."

Tsuna's eyes narrow, not with anger, or annoyance, just with focus. Haru and Kyoko feel themselves blush a bit whenever they get to witness Tsuna in his element of leadership. Even his voice somehow sounds stronger... "So we can't tell who or what is sending these Questions."

Irie nods empathically, just as Spanner sighs briefly with what seems to be annoyance. These Scientists are odd... "We can't even tell how or why."

Tsuna looks at Kyoya's phone, for all of a second, before he seems to come to a decision. His voice comes out sharp, almost like an order. "Is it safe to handle?"

Irie blinks rapidly, before he takes another look at some papers and screens. He sounds unsure. "It should be okay. The device itself is not in any way unstable."

At that Tsuna simply reaches out, opening the little glass door and taking the phone out of the odd analysis case Irie and Spanner put it in. He takes a look at it, narrowing his eyes briefly, before shrugging mildly. "Whatever it is, if it's hostile, my intuition will react."

That something was Daveed, your boyfriend, whom you shared your brownstone with.

Coming out of the bedroom, and into the living room, you found Daveed right where he was when you dozed off: on the couch, headset on, controller in hand, in front of the flatscreen.

When he notices your presence in the door frame, he glances over towards you, and then quickly back to the screen to pause the game.

"Evening, sleepyhead. How was your nap?" Daveed breathes, yanking his headset off and rising to stretch.

"Fine, I wasn't asleep that long anyway. Have you been sitting here the whole time?" You ask, making your way to the kitchen to look at the time on the microwave.

"Ummm.. Yesss." Daveed says wryly.

"It's 7 PM, Daveed." You say, yelling from the kitchen.

"Y/N, you know time gets away from me sometimes." Daveed says, entering the kitchen to wrap his arms around you.

"Well, I guess you do deserve a break, you've had quite the year!" You say, turning in his arms to face him.

He leans down to kiss you. It's soft, like "all of it was worth it to see you" soft. It makes you tingle, and that's when you get the idea in your head.

Breaking the kiss, you say "Baby, go sit back on the couch. I have an idea."

"What is it, can I eat it? Daveed asks, unlocking his arms to walk away, cutting his eyes at you.

"No silly, you can't. Just wait for it." You say, exiting the kitchen, heading back to the bedroom.

Going to the very back corner of your closet, you find your special box full of toys and gimmicks for what you referred to as 'kinky times'.

In passing the rest of your "equipment", you opt for blue rope to be thoughtful, instead of red, because it complements Daveed's skin tone.

Stowing the box back in its place, you head back out to the main room to find him back on the couch, looking around, and humming under his breath.

As you enter the room, with your hands behind your back, you slowly waltz over to the coffee table, putting it between the two of you.

"... What's that, baby?" Daveed asks, doing his best to peer around your frame.

"My idea." You say, bringing your hands in front of you.

Daveed's eyes widen slightly at the sight of the royal blue rope, and then he looks up at you.

"Can I tie your hands?" You ask shyly, although looking him right in the eyes.

"Yes. I trust you not to murder me." Daveed laughs, bringing his wrists together over his lap.

"I won't babe." You laugh back. "Stand up and turn around for me please?"

He does so as you bring yourself around the coffee table, bringing his wrists behind himself.

You unravel the rope to tie an intricate knot, tight enough so he keeps his hands to himself, but loose enough to be comfortable.

This is where the fun begins.

You turn Daveed around to kiss him deeply. Although being bigger and much stronger than you, he flops on the couch at your tiny push.

You sit on the couch beside him, looking into his deep brown eyes, and all you can see is the twinkle in them.

Pressing your lips to his, you kiss Daveed with all the passion you could muster. Biting his lip, tugging on it, mingling your tongues, and Daveed returning the energy.

You bring your hand up to his neck, snaking it into his hair to tug on it a little. This makes Daveed gasp, breaking the kiss long enough for you to assault his neck with kisses and hickies.

Taking your hand out of his hair, you get off of the couch to be on your knees in front of him.

"Baby, you've been awfully silent. Are you okay?" You ask, parting his legs to lean towards him and rub his shoulders and chest.

"I'm more than fine, babygirl. Just watching you do what you do. I love it by the way." Daveed says, biting his lip. His voice was laced with pure sex, with little pauses between each word.

You move your hands from his chest to his thighs, taking your time to massage them. A small moan escapes Daveed, barely audible, but a moan nonetheless.

Undoing his belt buckle, Daveed raises his hips to help you remove his jeans. Through his black briefs, you could definitely see that Daveed was thoroughly enjoying every single touch you gave him.

You lean towards him one last time to kiss him, through all of his gasps, as you palm him through his briefs.

Releasing the kiss, you tug on Daveed's underwear to finally get them off.

His length springs free, lightly slapping against his stomach. Precum made his tip glisten in the light, which made him flustered.

A blushing Daveed, with his legs spread on the couch was quite the sight to see. He'd never been touched so slowly, so precisely.

You grab his cock, all eight inches, and bring the tip towards your mouth. Looking up at Daveed, you kiss it, slowly bringing your lips over the entire head of his length. Your tongue swirls around it, being especially attentive to the underside, as it made Daveed tingle.

With a small "pop", you move your lips to kiss his shaft, stroking it, kissing it, trying to be as tender as possible.

Humming while you work, you look up at Daveed, whose cheeks are the most pink you've seen. He closes his eyes tight and bites his lip when you lick the right spots, causing him to moan.

"Mmm, baby… You- don't know… how bad- I want to touch you… right now…" Daveed says between groans and growls.

Relaxing yourself, you take the majority of Daveed into your hot, wet mouth, making him shout when his tip brushes past the back of the tongue, into your throat.

You bob your head, while moaning, to give Daveed as much pleasure as possible, stroking what you can't fit into your mouth. With your other hand, his gonads being massaged at the same rate.

In order to gain more contact, you can feel Daveed raising his hips up to meet your mouth. You pull your lips over his tip again, licking the underside, making him quiver.

The longer you kept this up, the more you could feel Daveed squirm and shake.

"Baby… I'm close." Daveed cries out through hooded eyes and shaky breaths.

You continue to work on him, making sure nothing went untouched and he was satisfied.

The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat one last time before Daveed shot off thick, white ropes of sweet cum into your mouth.

"Kiss me, Y/N." Daveed says before you could swallow through moans, gasps, and curses.

You snake your body up his to kiss him roughly, spit mingling with cum.

Reaching around his body to undo your knot, Daveed's hands break free and find your body.

"That was amazing, baby. I've never had anything like it before." Daveed says with a glow, picking you up to straddle him..

"I'm glad you liked it." You say, smiling.

"I did, I really did. I love you, Y/N." Daveed says kissing your cheek.

"I love you too, Daveed." You say, leaning into the kiss.

"Ah…" He sighs. "...my turn!" Daveed says, picking you up bridal style, headed for your bedroom, with a devilish tone in his voice.