Shishido/Ohtori Log

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Rating: NC-17 (sexing)
Dated: Tonight
Summary: Fluffy log with sex. Read it.

Shishido toed off his shoes and yanked off his socks before flopping face first on to the bed with a sigh. "Stupid photo shoot." He complained. At least Shiiba had thought to schedule it in the late afternoon so by the time he was needed for his shots and the group ones he was actually awake. Still, the hussy could have waited until all of his feathers had grown back in… he looked like a plucked bird in his opinion. And he still wasn't sure what to make of the new feathers coming in. Maybe they lightened to white once they were fully grown?

Ohtori had finished his shots earlier in the afternoon, and as soon as the group ones were done, he was dragged off for a check up by the unnerving old man. Upon his return, he made it back to the room shortly after Shishido, watching him flop onto the bed, orange and white blankets wrinkling and shifting beneath him. Sighing and flopping beside him, the silver haired teen smiled and looked at him, resting on his side, “you okay?”

"Yeah… just a bit ruffled." The photo shoot while not as risqué as the pictures Fuji liked to take, was much more taxing as he had to get hair, makeup and wardrobe done and then the poses they wanted him to make were just tedious. At least he had stopped losing so many feathers… because posing while moulting would have been so uncool. He wanted to ask if his feathers were still silver and if the new ones he could feel coming in were too, but instead he reached out and grabbed one of Ohtori's hands. "How are you?"

Smiling in agreement, he closed his eyes and yawned quietly. “Well- at least it’s over…and they seemed confident the pictures are nice.” He might have to send his parents the link at some point, they’d probably like the pictures. He should really consider asking to keep a few pictures from Fuji’s session to send home at least. He was just about to pet one of his boyfriend’s wings when his hand was grasped. Opening his eyes again, he tilted his head and smiled calmly. “I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?”

Shishido nodded and brought Ohtori's hand up to his face to nuzzle against. "Banji seemed pretty keen on dragging you off. He didn't find anything funky did he?" The doctor had an unnerving ability to know when something's off with a person, and many times when he'd been moulting he'd only avoided the man by jumping out of windows. Though the avoidance tactics probably would explain why he was extra thorough in his exams later on. He ruffled slightly at the memory, Banji wasn't as bad as the last doctor, but he still didn't like being plucked and having blood drawn.

Smiling and stroking the side of Ryou’s face, he shook his head. “Healthy as a mutated horse, Ryou.” Just more blood work, checks on his immunity to electricity (or lack thereof in higher voltages) Though he was still what most considered death, his sonar style hearing was more than effective and a good source of prodding for Banji. “I think he just likes prodding me.” Snuggling a bit closer, he kissed Shishido’s shoulder gently. “How are you?”

"Just how healthy are mutated horses?" Shishido teased. He figured if anything was really wrong with Ohtori, his boyfriend would tell him sooner or later. He shifted enough to properly kiss the electrical mutant, his heart still beating a bit faster whenever his first name was said from the silver haired teen's lips. When their lips parted, Shishido spent a brief moment just looking at his lover's face, he could never be anything but perfect with the other in his arms. Still… "Are my feathers still coming in silver?" He asked.

“Fairly healthy since I don’t have to see him again for a few months.” Looking at his boyfriend after their kiss, he leaned up so he could look properly at the wings. Frowning and stroking a few feathers in gentle fingertips, he tilted his head and looked down at his boyfriend’s back. At least he wasn’t moulting any more… “Yeah- some look lighter than others- maybe it’s seasonal?”

"That's good." Shishido said before flopping back to the bed to give Ohtori better access to his wings. "Seasonal? The colours or the moulting?" He might be able to live with moulting once a year in the summer, but changing colours all the time was just weird. Even having most of his white feathers turn to silver or mixtures of silver and white was weird…

“Yeah-“ Toying with the feathers a bit more and straightening them in a way that Shishido seemed to enjoy, he hummed to himself, a habit he picked up from his boyfriend. “Both- like- I know some animals get white fur in the winter, and certain flowers change too- so maybe it’s part of your mutation?” He fixed a few more ruffled looking silver feathers.

Shishido smiled and just relaxed in to his lover's touch, sighing and humming occasionally to encourage the fingers to keep working. "Still gonna put up with me if I make you eat feathers every other season?" He asked, hoping that his boyfriend would be wrong about this. He didn't want to change colours every season, and definitely did not want to moult all the time. Maybe Banji would come up with something he liked more.

Taking the encouragement, he continued his work, stroking each part of the wings lovingly and trying to keep them healthy and shiny. He reached over and fumbled in the bedside table over the more embarrassing items until he found the feather oils. No point in letting the ones that were grown in get dry, and the massage would maybe help the new ones grow in faster. “Hmmm…let me think on that.” He kissed one of the wings and smiled. “I think I can manage.”

Hearing the drawer slide open, Shishido perked up to see what Ohtori was grabbing and relaxed back against the pillows when he spotted the wing oil. He loved when his boyfriend spoiled him like this. In some ways, having his wings so vulnerable and Ohtori carefully cleaning them was more intimate to him than even sex. But only in some ways, and he definitely preferred to get off in better ways than having his boyfriend's hands in his wings. "Even if you woke up one day and realized your boyfriend looked like a parrot?" God that would be so lame.

Ohtori stopped long enough to grab a hair tie and tie back the long brown hair and pushed it over Shishido’s shoulder and out of the way. He uncapped the bottle and started spreading the oil onto his fingers, Ohtori continued the slow task of oiling down feathers and massaging wings, every few moments, he’d stop to wipe off some oil on his t-shirt and continue. Chuckling at the image of a Technicolor boyfriend, he tilted his head and kissed the back of his neck soothingly. “Even if you squawked like one.”

"Sex that good?" Shishido teased between the soft humming that always came whenever Ohtori had his hands buried in soft feathers.

Blushing, he regained himself and smiled. “For the squawking, it would have to be.” That would surpass his weirdness limit and then some. “But you might look good in greens.”

Shishido laughed at that and shifted a bit to look over his shoulder. "Maybe you could just throw a sheet over me and I'd fall asleep?" He suggested, knowing that a lot of noisy birds did just that. Scanning his wings he tried to imaging them green and ruffled a bit, he thought they'd look mouldy or something. "Telling me I don't look good in silver?" He asked instead of commenting on Ohtori's colour choice.

“Might have to try it.” He grinned and continues the gentle rubbing, he found it almost as relaxing as Shishido probably did. Stopping when he ruffled, the electrical mutant pouted and went back over the ruffled areas. All that work and now nothing…”You look really nice in silver.”

"Only if I start squawking." Shishido stipulated letting Ohtori's touch soothe him again. "We match now." He added on in a content hum finding it somewhat amusing that out of all the colours his wings changed in to a colour so similar to Ohtori's hair. He just hoped he didn't end up looking like a winged disco ball in the process.

“Fair enough…” He would hold him to that, of course. Granted he had yet to hear his lover squawk, his shouts might be enough to warrant being wrapped in a sheet. Grinning at his thoughts, Ohtori worked on a new layer of feathers before stopping and looking at them again. “We do- hmmm.” That was really strange, he smiled happily, strange but cute. “Aren’t you glad I don’t have pink hair then?”

"Yeah… I don't think pink's my colour." Shishido joked and then paused. "You think my wing colour has something to do with your hair?" That was weird.

”No, that was a joke, Ryou.” Ohtori smiled and stopped to stroke his fingers slowly down the curve of his lover’s back from shoulder blades to his tail bone. “And I doubt it’s some sort of twisted camouflage.”

"Yeah… proba-Ahh." Shishido broke off the sentence as a shudder ran through him and a moan slipped past his lips. His boyfriend was such a bloody tease. He fidgeted on the bed a bit until he was comfortable again and looked back over his shoulder once he was sure he could control his voice. "Choutarou," He started and was going to tell him not to do stuff like that if he expected him to be able to carry on a conversation when he realized that he didn't care about the conversation and that the not so innocent look on Ohtori's face was a pretty sure sign he didn't either. "Never mind." He mumbled flopping back on to the pillow and flapping his wings slightly to get more attention to them.

Smiling and making a point for himself in the air, he returned to the eagerly flapping wings, rubbing more oils into the feathers. “They’re just about done…” He wiped the last bit of oil on his t-shirt and nearly smirked. “You looked really nice taking pictures.”

Humming quietly as Ohtori's fingers worked their magic he barely heard the first words Ohtori said to him and only nodded in response. The second thing had him smiling, "You were looking pretty sexy yourself." He complimented, really trying not to think about all the weird poses and things the photographer had him do and hold. Ohtori looked a lot better holding flowers and cute teddybear type things than he did.

He stopped touching the wings long enough to laugh. “I looked like such a dork. I mean, seriously. What was the deal with the flowers and dolls? I swear they tried too hard to make us look innocent.” At least he didn’t have any extra appendages to force into odd positions. Stroking his lover’s wings again, he shrugged.

"You telling me my wonderful boyfriend isn't innocent?" Shishido asked with a slight gasp as fingers started teasing and stroking instead of cleaning the sensitized feathers. He really wasn't that worried about the photos, well beyond Shiiba picking the least flattering ones. He was sure the photographer knew what he was doing and there was nothing wrong with trying to look like any other cute lil idol or whatever. But it was fun to tease Ohtori and see if he could make him blush. "Damn that person that corrupted him."

“Last I heard he was thoroughly corrupted on a regular basis. But he was no saint to begin with.” He blushed at his own admission. After all, he and Kaidoh had made out quite a few times, and he was the one lusting after his current boyfriend in the first place. Smiling and suddenly leaning over to hug the other, he kissed the back of his neck again. “But he’s also never been so happy; finally getting everything he’s really wanted.”

"He must like being corrupted then." Shishido breathed out, "And it's good he's so happy." He smiled at that, thinking about all those times that he had unintentionally hurt Ohtori with his stupidity and denial, to finally make him happy just felt damned good. And yeah he was still freaked out sometimes about how close they are or when he's looking at the price of rent in Germany, but he was learning to deal with it, and he was never going to show those fears in any idiotic way to his boyfriend again. He vowed to be a devoted and loving boyfriend and he was going to succeed. "Any way to make him happier?"

“Evidently, if he plans to stay by his corrupter’s side for as long as he can.” Closing his eyes and smiling, he finally released the hug, sitting back and grinning like a moron. “Your wings are all done…and I don’t know how he can be happier, just being with someone he loves.”

It was starting to become weird hearing Ohtori talk in the third person like that, so hearing that his wings were done, Shishido moved on the bed so that he was facing the silver haired teen, his wings curling around them. It smelled like peppermint and he smiled. "If you ever think of anything. Let me know okay?" He said leaning forward to rub his nose against Ohtori's, "Even if it's as silly as wearing socks to bed so that my cold feet don't wake you up."

Moving closer so he could be inside of Ryou’s wings, Ohtori smiled brightly and nodded. “I will, but you have to do the same, okay?” He squirmed out of his peppermint scented oil soaked shirt and tossed it to the side, letting his cross and the rock hit his chest. Grinning into the Eskimo kiss, he leaned in to steal a quick kiss. “I’ll tell you a secret.” He smiled more, “I even like your cold feet.”

"Deal." Shishido said, pulling back enough to fully appreciate the view of Ohtori's pale skin coming in to view as his shirt was peeled off. A hand reached out automatically to straighten the rock that was slightly twisted on its cord. Wrapping wings back around him and smiling at the kiss, he was a bit surprised to know that Ohtori even liked his cold feet, but he'd do his best to keep them off warm body parts of his boyfriend anyway. Hand still fingering the rock, he gave Ohtori another soft kiss, "If Oshitari comments on the rock or gives you something weird I'll make it up to you." Since it was his fault anyway.

Blushing as he learned he was being checked out again, he smiled and helped straighten out the rock, again failing to notice the lack of a wishbone at his throat. He pressed his forehead to his lover’s and closed his eyes, enjoying the shared space in that private wing surrounded bubble. He blinked, “Why would he do that? It stays under my shirt during the day just so it won’t be damaged…and gives me something weird?”

Now it was Shishido's turn to blush slightly as he focused on the rock instead of Ohtori's face. "Well he guessed what it meant… and you know how I suck at lying and he likes to goad me until I tell him things… so he might tease you a bit on your engagement rock." He warned feeling his face turn even redder, "And I have no idea what he plans on giving you. Maybe he'll forget?" He suggested hopefully, leaning down to nibble lightly on Ohtori's neck to hide just how red his face had become.

“Oh.” Smiling and snuggling the other a bit closer and half pulling him so their legs were over lapped. “Maybe he will, if not, I’ll just refuse it and remember he’s the one that had the idea.” He was going to continue to comfort the other, but as teeth scraped along his neck, he moaned quietly and squeezed the other closer.

"I doubt it will be bad." Shishido reassured intent on leaving a small hickey on his boyfriend's neck. "It'll just be embarrassing and weird." That was much more Oshitari's style, unless you bothered him enough or he owed you a favour and then you might get something cool without being completely embarrassed in the process. He wondered if that's the way the bed would work. He still wondered why it was taking so long to get here. Not that he really cared about such things when he was being pulled further on to Ohtori's lap.
“You never know with Oshitari-san.” He was never sure what the older boy was up to either, and a man with two boyfriends was less than prone to the deplorable trait of normal modesty. Settling in and accepting the hickey in the works, he stroked the other’s back and prepared for more teasing over the dark marks his boyfriend liked to leave, probably marking his territory, or the likes.

"I trust him not to go too far." Shishido mumbled around Ohtori's neck, he was nearly satisfied with the mark, maybe just a bit more. About to continue, his mouth barely touched the other's neck before he let out a soft moan, his body naturally grinding against Ohtori's as the sensations worked their way through his body, wings flapping out before closing around them again. "Sleeping over tonight?" He questioned with raw desire in his voice. He'd let his boyfriend tease him a bit too long tonight.

Grinning at the moan, he laughed quietly, before being cut off with a needy gasp. Shishido grinding up again him was just a bit too much for even his calm nature to cope with. Moving to kiss him hungrily, he smiled shyly. “You need to ask?”

"Nice to ask sometimes…" Shishido said breathlessly, remembering what Ohtori had told him about hugs. Grinning, he pressed Ohtori down until he was lying down on the bed before capturing his lips in another searing kiss, his hips slowly building up a rhythm against Ohtori's.

“Yeah- it is…” Laying back with very little prompting at all, he made a few small sounds into the demanding kiss, groaning and shifting on leg up and to the side to give Shishido better access. One couldn’t say he didn’t learn how to get what he wanted without having to demand it. “Ryou…” He didn’t want this to end with messy boxers, even if it was enjoyable…He squirmed a bit and blushed.

"Nice to get answers too." Shishido teased as his lips trailed a path around Ohtori's face until he could suck on an ear. He easily untied and pulled off the flimsy fabric that he called a shirt and then started working on Ohtori's pants. "More?" He asked, but he didn't wait for an answer to that question as he was already reaching past the barrier of dark blue boxers to wrap his hand around Ohtori's erection. His own was straining painfully against his pants, but he ignored to focus on pleasuring his boyfriend instead.

“It is…” Groaning again, he shifted only to feel a hand moving lower onto his firm rise in his jeans, he lifted his hips and whimpered quietly. “Please…” He tried to reach for Shishido’s pants, cupping the arousal and feeling the heat beneath the fabric. He didn’t ever want things feeling one sided with them, ever. And while most of the time he was happy to snuggle and occasionally make out, he was not about to miss out on making love with the winged mutant ever.

Letting out a moan and bucking his hips in to Ohtori's touch, Shishido did his best to work Ohtori's erection. But the clothes were getting in his way, so with some reluctance he pushed his boyfriend's hand away and shifted down the bed enough to tug at Ohtori's pants and boxers and with the help of the taller teen managed to pull them down and off. Tossing them over the bed he grinned hungrily down at his boyfriend, was there really a day where he didn't find the teen hot? He couldn't believe it when his lover was sprawled out all aroused and wanting him.

"I love you." Shishido whispered as he leaned down to take Ohtori's erection in to his mouth. He still might not be a big fan of swallowing, but he really enjoyed having the other in his mouth like this and teasing him with his tongue.

Ohtori lay still save for his slightly laboured breathing and twitching erection. He knew his hair was probably sticking out in a messy fashion all over the pillow and his cheeks were burning. It didn’t make matters any easier when Shishido was looking at him like a starved man would look at a 6 course meal.

He smiled warmly at those three small words that meant everything for him, and quickly gasped out the other’s name and grabbed wildly for the comforters, he didn’t want to accidentally pull Ryou’s hair or claw at him if it could be avoided. Though his concentration was more on how the wet heat of his lover’s mouth pulled him in more and more, tongue lathing the bottom of his arousal in a way that made it nearly impossible to prevent bucking his bare hips upward.

With all the practice Shishido had been getting lately, he liked to think he was pretty good at this skill now, and he could even take all of Ohtori in to his mouth, though he carefully kept one hand on the other's hip to discourage any thrusting upwards. He was good, but he wasn't an all star. A few more minutes of bobbing up and down and he pulled his mouth away with a slurping sound that turned him on in the most stupid ways. "Want me to finish you like this?" He asked through slightly swollen and wet lips. He was only half aware that he was rubbing himself through his own clothes as he waited for Ohtori to answer.

Pretty good was an understatement in Ohtori’s opinion, and if the small mewling sounds and squirming against his hand was anything to go by, Shishido wouldn’t need to ask. Wincing at the loss of heat around his erection and the curious suction sound that always forced him to look, licking his lips at the sight that greeted him, he closed his eyes and shook his head. “Not like this…”

Shishido was almost disappointed that Ohtori didn't want to be finished like that especially when he was making those sounds that shot right to his groin… at least until he realized what exactly it meant and what the other wanted. "Okay. Just give me a sec." He said hastily giving Ohtori a kiss before scrambling off the bed to pull off his pants and boxers, his erection was grateful for the freedom, and feeling bold Shishido grinned and stroked himself as he saw his boyfriend was watching him.

"Ah… Choutarou." He moaned out, his wings extending to help him keep balance as his knees shook slightly under the weight of his pleasure. Still, this wasn't what either of them wanted, and with some reluctance he let himself go and quickly opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom and lube, not the grape flavoured one, but it would still get the job done.

As Shishido began his show, Ohtori bit his lower lip and blushed. That was an unfair thing, teasing and not being pleased by him. Moving forward as the other went for the lube and condom- Ohtori carefully pounced, stroking his lover’s erection with soft twists of his finger tips and pensively licked at one pert nipple, sucking gently on the soft, warm flesh. He’d get him for teasing like that…”Ryou- I want you~” He said the words slowly, making each word sound a bit sultrier.

In his surprise and excitement at being molested by his boyfriend, the lubricant and condom fell to the bed and he closed his eyes as he just tried to remember to breathe. "God… Choutarou." He choked out tangling his fingers with Ohtori's on his arousal. "Keep that up and you won't be having me anytime soon." He warned wondering when Ohtori had learned that trick with his fingers.

Stopping when Shishido’s hand met his, he nodded and carefully released his boyfriend’s length, leaning in instead to nuzzle at his neck and nip gently at the soft skin. “You smell like peppermint…” He wouldn’t fess up to starting to reread his bodice ripper romance novels for pointers, but it appeared they worked as a sort of guide.

"Happens when you use the peppermint oil." Shishido said pushing Ohtori back down on to the bed and following as he reclaimed his dropped items. Humming slightly to himself, he opened up the bottle and poured some slick fluid on to his fingers before turning a lusty look to his boyfriend. "Ready?" He asked as his other hand rubbed circles on Ohtori's right hip.

“Mm- going to mess up your feathers again…” He knew his fingers would find their way into the newly cleaned and placed feathers again, but they hadn’t been together like this since the other was moulting. That just meant he’d have to fix them again later. Laying back and spreading his shaky knees slowly, he still found this position embarrassing. “More than ready…”

"I don't really care about the feathers right now." Shishido said, his clean hand sliding along the inside of Ohtori's inner thigh as his other rubbed the entrance of his boyfriend before carefully starting to prepare him. He wrapped his free hand around Ohtori's erection and built up a steady rhythm between his hands as he worked at making his lover want him bad enough to beg.

It really didn’t take all that long to make the taller boy beg, especially when he couldn’t decide whether to press back into probing fingers and warmed lubricant, or thrust upward into the rapidly moving hand above. Biting his own hand in an attempt to put off begging shamelessly, he lasted a few more strokes before breaking. “God…please, Ryou…” A few shallow gasps as his hips quaked. “I need you in me…please.”

And that was all that Shishido needed to pull his hands away and ready himself. While he loved hearing his boyfriend beg for his touch, he'd never do it for his own enjoyment above Ohtori's. Condom on and more lube applied, Shishido leaned forward to kiss his lover, bring one of Ohtori's legs up and out of the way at the same time. Carefully he placed himself at the other's entrance and pressed in, his wings shaking as he slowly pushed further in.

Shifting as directed, he reached up to pull the other closer, looping his arms gently around his neck and kissing him. He wanted to let his mouth demonstrate what he wanted, it was much more subtle than asking for it by word alone. Not to mention more fun. Groaning and pressing his fingertips into Ryou’s back, he was glad he’d cut his nails that morning, he’d hate to injure his love when being pressed into, his body adjusting as the other finally pushed all the way in.

Breaking off the kiss, Shishido looked down at Ohtori with a mixture of admiration, amazement and love, much the same he always did when he found himself fully seated inside of his boyfriend. "Okay?" He asked trying to make sure his voice didn't break with the effort of not giving in to his body's desires and move his hips. He never wanted to hurt the beautiful human below him especially not during one of the most precious acts they could do together. And hell if he wasn't becoming a sentimental fool.

There was always a bit of pain, but over the last times it had subdued enough for him to keep in mind that better things were coming. Nodding and smiling up at the other, the picture of beauty surrounded by spreading and fanning feathers, he held on and swallowed a moan so he could speak. “I’m fine…”

Letting out a pleased hum, he pulled out slightly and when he pressed in leaned down to kiss his boyfriend. It was hard to keep the kiss steady as he slowly pumped in and out of his boyfriend, and his hair tended to swing back and forth across their faces as they moved together, but it was perfect to him. God, when did he fall so stupidly in love? He might have even voiced just how much he loved Ohtori if he could figure out how to do more than kiss, moan and groan, even breathing was strangled at best as he picked up speed.

He didn’t mind the sloppy kisses as long as they were from Ryou, and considering what else was occurring, he could have cared less about some aggressive tongue motions and slightly wetter than normal kisses. As the older boy sped up, he became a bit more vocal in his pleasure, clinging tighter and testing his muscles to try and ‘milk’ the pleasure from the other, again thanking his mother’s stolen books.

Shishido all but gave up kissing Ohtori, instead he licked and bit at his collarbone whenever he wasn't moaning and gasping out his lover's name. The other was just so tight, and the sounds he was making. God, he swore he was already seeing stars, and while he knew he should help Ohtori get off by stroking him, it took all his strength just to keep moving above his boyfriend and not collapse on to him from shaking arms.

The awareness he was being marked by his boyfriend’s mouth only made matters worse, panting and finally struggling to move his hand between them, he started trying to match their set rhythm with his hand, just trying to finish. His other hand moved into his boyfriend’s wings.

Feeling hands in his wings, Shishido gave a startled groan and slammed in to Ohtori with more force than he had meant to. Looking up at his boyfriend's face to make sure he was okay, he then looked down his body and saw that he was touching himself and that sight alone was nearly enough to push him over the edge. Still he managed to hold on for several more thrusts before moaning out Ohtori's name and several Oh Gods before his orgasm and the world lit up with fireworks.

Aside from one eye shutting and a few slight whimpers, he continued, his hand shaking awkwardly over his arousal as Shishido came just a split second before he could feel his hot seed splatter over his hand and stomach. He wasn’t a big fan of that part, but it was tolerable. Falling flat onto the bed again, sweat beaded on flushed skin, he panted and just tried to catch his breath.

"Amazing." Shishido managed to spit out, as his arms finally gave out and he fell against Ohtori. He could feel a warm fluid between their bodies and he was grateful that his boyfriend had found release. He was breathing heavy and his wings moved up and down with each laboured breath, they were ruffled and feathers were out of place again but right now all that mattered was showing his partner how much he loved him and how no matter how much he loved the sex it was about more than that. Definitely more than what he did with Atobe and Tezuka.

First he had to ditch the used condom, maybe get a towel or something for them and then they could cuddle for however long they wanted. Shishido was a big fan of that idea, but it could wait a few more minutes… He wanted to enjoy the high of great sex before worrying about all the technical bits.

Leaning up to kiss his lover again, Ohtori could only nod before slumping back where he was. There was no getting up, and again no static that he could feel in his veins. He really enjoyed those short moments where he was able to just feel normal, and know those tingles in his body were from his boyfriend and not some stupid mutation. “I love you, Ryou…”

Wow, those four words made Shishido feel like he could fight an ogre, save the environment, make world peace. Or at least move enough to get a cloth to clean the mess between them up. "Love you too." He said with a stupid grin that anyone outside of this room would never stop laughing from. He gave Ohtori a lingering kiss before peeling himself off of his boyfriend to ditch the garbage, and grab a box of tissues.

Wiping himself off hastily, Shishido tossed the used tissues over the edge of the bed before moving back to his lover and gently wiping him off, giving him random kisses once that spot was clean. Satisfied he tossed the used tissues and the box over the side and crawled back on top of Ohtori to snuggle in for a nap. The only time he felt he could ever sleep at night was when Ohtori got frisky with him, not that he was complaining about any of it.

Watching his lover roam off to get Kleenex, he blushed and let the other clean him though he was certain he could do it himself, it was almost a ritual. Laying back and holding the other against him, he smiled well aware Shishido would be there, sleeping atop him for a good while. That was always a comforting notion he wanted to live with forever. He closed his eyes and rubbed Shishido’s back. “I’ll fix your wings again in the morning…”

"I love you." Shishido murmured in response against Ohtori's shoulder as he wrapped arms and wings around the other, as he got comfortable for his nap. Their blankets were bunched up around them and would keep them warm enough. Besides, he was too lethargic to move anymore. With one final yawn and a nuzzle against Ohtori's chin he nodded off, humming lightly under his breath.

Kissing the older boy’s forehead, Ohtori smiled and settled in completely for a good night’s sleep, and hopefully a winged teen in bed waiting for him in the morning. Those were the best ways to start a day in his opinion. “Love you too.”