Rp log Shishido/Ohtori
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tenipuri_xpRating: Pgish for dirty thoughts.
Dated: The afternoon before Ohtori runs away?
Summary: Massage session #2~
Ohtori walked up to the love hotel and quickly paid for a full afternoon to early evening in cash, and got the key. Wandering to the room, he blushed and avoided eye contact from a cleaner that was exiting a room as he passed. Once there, he realized how odd it must be for a young teenager to get a room in broad day light. Ah well, rubbing the back of his neck he ducked into the room. For some reason he feared running into his parents. Then realized that his parents would NOT be anywhere near a love hotel, ever. And secondly, both worked and would not be anywhere nearby.
Sitting on the bed, he waited anxiously for Shishido to arrive; this had become their more private meeting place…he inspected the bed, and everything nearby. Then he pulled off the long sleeved brown leather jacket Yamato-senpai had talked him into getting, and hung it over the back of the chair.
Fiddling his fingers, the silver haired boy wandered the room and looked at the dispensers in the bathroom, a small prop set in a drawer, and a few other odds and ends. Deciding that in spite of people calling mutants freaks, he had nothing on the normal crowd to stay at love hotels, he settled on the bed again to wait.
Shishido was running late, but that was only because he has slept through his alarm, his phone alarm, and his watch alarm. It was just some miracle that his bladder had decided to wake him up when it did telling him to go to the bathroom now or suffer. Halfway from the bathroom and to the bed again he had noticed the time and swore for several minutes before swearing again at wasting time and running to take a quick shower. Risking being seen, he had then flown from the Brotherhood to the love hotel, and managed to find a safe spot to land nearby before haphazardly throwing his coat over unbound wings and running for the door.
Knocking hastily on what he hoped was still their room he opened it and was relieved when he saw Ohtori waiting on the bed and not someone else. "Choutarou." He said with a large smile as he closed the door and took off his coat, tossing it haphazardly to the side. I'm sorry I'm late, I overslept." And if to prove his point he yawned mightily and embarrassedly raised a hand to cover it. "Hopefully you weren't waiting long." He said making his way over to the bed and laying down on it with a tired flop. Careful to not hit Ohtori with his wings as he did so.
Jumping up at the loud knock, he blushed and hoped it wasn’t a stranger. He was absolutely relieved when a rather frazzled looking Shishido showed up instead. Smiling back at the unusually large grin, he leaned back again and watched. “It’s okay- I should be glad you are sleeping at least.” Pulling his legs back onto the bed and sitting crosslegged, he watched the other move over and flopping on the bed next to him.
”No, just a few minutes, and we’re paid for a good long time.” Ohtori studied the wings and smiled a little. “You’re damp…” He must have showered before coming over, that was probably a good thing. Patting the wing gently, he rose and stretched gracefully. “Okay Shishido-san, did you still want a massage?” Assuming they could find a way around the wings that rose elegantly from his back.
Shishido snuggled into the comforters, trying his best to not think about what might have been spilled on them at one point in time. He was too tired to think. Which was ridiculous since he slept all morning. He frowned at the thought of Ohtori paying for the whole afternoon and vowed to make it up to him since he knew the other would be too stubborn to just accept some cash back. "I wanted a shower to help wake me up." He said, flicking back a wet ponytail from his face and shifting a wing closer to the soft touch Ohtori was giving it. He also showered to make sure he was all nice and cleanly since Ohtori would be so close to him.
Shaking out his wings a bit, Shishido was surprised that they really were still damp despite the flight over. "And I'd love a massage." He said stretching out, "Though I think my wings are going to be in the way." Which really was a shame because he used to love getting back massages, but it would be a bit complicated working around his wings, and Shishido didn't even want to think about what it would be like have Choutarou stroking and massaging the area around and the base of his wings. Thankfully, he did think of an alternative in case they weren't up for the original plan. "Do you want to help straighten out my wings instead?" He asked shifting around to reach into a pant pocket before pulling out a small vile of his favourite wing oil.
Frowning at the news that a massage wasn’t going to work out so well, he stepped aside a moment to study the wings while the other got out his oil. “ I-I can try to. If you are sure…” He petted the wing again and smiled gently. “Just tell me what to do.” At least there was less a chance of him hurting Shishido by this than the massage, he’d spent all day boggling over how to do it without having to sit on the slighter mutant, and how much pressure would be right.
"You've helped with my wings before. Just straighten the feathers and massage this" Shishido pointed to the bottle, "into the base of the feathers and you're set." He shifted so that he was kneeling on the bed and started undoing his shirt. "And this is coming off just in case you spill anything." He said with a wink and a small laugh as he tossed the yellow piece of material he called a shirt off the side of the bed. Shifting his shoulders, and flapping his wings a bit he looked over at Ohtori once again. "Ready Choutarou?" Shishido asked with a small grin as tossed the bottle over to the other mutant.
“Okay.” He moved to sit on the bed comfortably while Shishido removed his half-shirt. Ohtori couldn’t help but stare at the firm, compact body for a few moments. He admired each curve and line of muscle beneath smooth skin. He barely managed to catch the bottle in fumbling fingers and smile slightly. “I’ll try to be careful. I’m ready, are you?” Uncapping the bottle, he tried to pick out the scent but kept getting distracted by the way the winged mutant’s shoulder blades would move every time his wings fluttered. Taking a deep breath, he poured a small amount of the oil onto his fingertips and started at the crest of the left wing, working it into the small spaces between the feathers.
"I'm always ready." Shishido said with a cocky grin before flapping his wings once more to get them comfortable. He could feel Ohtori's delicate fingers working their way through the feathers and against the tender skin beneath them. It felt really nice, and for once he didn't have to worry about being molested, or having feathers ripped out. He just felt safe and he was beginning to feel cared for.
"Do you mind if I lay back down?" Shishido asked pulling away from Ohtori to steal a pillow from the head of the bed before sprawling out once again, the pillow tucked comfortably under his head. "Mmm much better." He purred as he found a comfortable spot on the mattress.
Smiling and humming softly to himself, he continued his work until Shishido pulled away and settled on his stomach. Taking that as a chance to rub his hands together and warm some oil in them, he moved around further to the side, grateful his blush would be well hidden by his location. It’s just, Shishido made such a pretty picture stretched out like that, and that sound in his voice, it was so nice and soothing. He must be doing well, Ohtori grinned and moved a few feathers slightly and gently pressed them down with his slicked hands, laying them flat and in the uniform pattern. “How’s that?”
"You're doing great." Shishido said encouragingly, relaxing into the soft touch. Whatever it was Ohtori was doing behind him felt amazing and he let out a soft sigh of pleasure. Though he realized that he'd probably have to stop Ohtori before he worked too far down the wing and close to his body. It seemed that the closer a wing got to where they came out of his back, the more sensitive they were, and while he didn't think he'd mind Ohtori touching him that way, he didn't really think either of them were ready to deal with what would happen if he did. Besides, there was still Kaidoh to think about, which reminded him, "How have you been sleeping?" He asked with a soft hum in his voice as Ohtori massaged further into white feathers.
Smiling at the encouraging words, he continued the process of slowly straightening feathers and gently rubbing oil into the soft flesh beneath. He started humming again and ran his long fingers over more feathers, sighing quietly under his breath whenever Shishido made a relaxed sound. Smiling as he moved down to the tips, and followed along the bottom fringes of feather, he blinked at the parts closer to the other’s back and had to shift closer so that his knees were against Shishido’s side. Moving slowly inward, he smiled a bit. “Not that much better yet, but I guess with time I can train myself to sleep normally again.” He was glad he’d taken off the gauntlets with his jacket, realizing how miserable those cold metal fingers would have felt for a task like this.
Shishido was finding it harder to breath normally as Ohtori's hand inched closer and closer to the base of his wings. Truthfully, those were probably the feathers that needed the most work but damn it if they weren't the most sensitive. He'd let Saeki clean them a couple times but the Kitty Cat was efficient and quick and didn't linger over the feathers like he was just petting him and Saeki definitely didn't hum a beautiful tune under his breath while he worked. But he didn't really want to tell Ohtori no, so it might be a bit reckless, but he wanted to feel the other mutant's hands there. He would just have to keep a firm hold of himself, maybe focus on a conversation. "That sounds like a plan. I'm thinking I might have to learn to deal with a new sleep schedule. It seems like such a pain though." He said with a growl.
Hearing the slight change in his breathing, Ohtori tried to move a little faster for his own sanity’s sake. Managing to make trembling fingers work, he tried to get the feathers closer to where wings met back, he straightened and massaged them down carefully. He tried to keep humming, but his voice was wavering slightly and he had to stop a few times to lick his lips and cough quietly to loosen his throat again. “Uh- so far it seems ok. I’m sorry you didn’t get the doctor to help you…maybe you’ll get better soon?”
Breathe Shishido, Breathe, he had to keep reminding himself because when Ohtori went to smooth out the tiny feathers near the base of his wings all he wanted to do was die in pleasure. He could hear a quite moan escape his lips but he refused to let anything else. And if his wings were twitching, there wasn't much he could do about that. Swallowing thickly he forced his throat to work and hopefully say something coherent. "Nah, seems hopeless…" He had to stop to swallow down a moan as Ohtori rubbed a very sensitive spot. "Talking to others… seems like it's part of me." He wasn't looking forward to being a real night owl.
Licking his lips again, he tried to get the tiniest feathers and massage where the wings started, blushing when his fingers slipped and brushed bare back. Noticing the sheen of oil on his otherwise smooth and clean skin, he quickly tried to brush it off. “Sorry about that.” Wow, he had soft skin. His ears caught the quiet moans and sighs, but he recalled his own embarrassing sounds, so he had to be doing something right!
Oh God! Shishido tried his best to squirm as his back was brushed against and then cleaned off by Ohtori. He gave up though on holding in the sighs of pleasure as Ohtori straightened downy feathers at the base of his wings. If he gave into the sighs, he could probably hold back the moans and that was a good thing. No need to make a fool of himself after all. "No worries." He sighed out to Ohtori, waving it off slightly with a half raised arm. He should tell him not to apologize for stupid things, but that would only ruffle his feathers and he was trying to relax.
Going back to humming his song, he moved along, finishing the first wing off, complete with a slow rub down the entire ridge, watching the feathers spread and fan gently at his touches. Smiling a little more, he leaned over so he could try and look at Shishido’s face as he spoke. “One wing down. You have a lot of feathers, you know…” He studied a few that had been loose or getting ready to fall out, and had carefully removed them and pushed them to the floor. Rising and stretching for a bit, he yawned before moving to the other side of the bed to start the other appendage.
Shishido was not blushing, there was no reason for him to blush. There was nothing erotic about having the guy you were pretty sure you wanted to do nasty unspeakable things with rubbing down your horribly sensitive wings. Ohtori had a boyfriend, Shishido didn't think he was ready to actually do things with another guy no matter how much his body was giving him the go ahead. So really, no reason for him to have been blushing as much as he was when Ohtori shifted to look down at him. He thanked his long bangs that always escaped from his clip as he tried to hide behind them.
"I'd look pretty funny with only a few feathers." Shishido managed to choke out around a giant lump in his throat that was certainly not a pent up moan just waiting for Ohtori to sink his hands into downy feathers once more before being released. All he had to do was get through one more wing than several more hours of being alone with Ohtori, in a love hotel, laying on a bed beside him. He was doomed.
Smiling, he grabbed the bottle of oil again and started warming more in his hands by rubbing them together. He’d seen that Shishido did look a little red, but attributed that to any number of things managing to avoid the topic of any form of sexual tension. He knew that Shishido had said he might be interested, but Ohtori was certain beyond any reasonable doubt that he belonged with Kaidoh, or so he could tell himself. “You would. Like a plucked chicken or something…” It was a barely audible comment under his breath, his concentration remaining on the white wing spread out before him. Running his slicked fingers down both sides of the wing tip down to the fanned out feathers along the bottom, he enjoyed the smooth uniform pattern’s texture on his fingertips. Finding another feather that was only held in place by the others, he carefully extracted it and let it fall to the floor with the others.
Shishido was impressed with how he was able to keep the gasps and moans to a minimum as Ohtori worked further down his wings. He shifted a bit to try to make his throbbing erection more comfortable, but there was only so much he could do without attracting attention. He was however, very much thankful that he was stomach down where Ohtori couldn't see what this little grooming was doing to him, even if it was a bit uncomfortable. "I hope you aren't trying to pluck me back there." Shishido said in a voice a bit more deeper and husky then he meant it to come out. He was really just concerned about his wings as he saw another feather float to the ground before burying his head back in the pillow. He should just keep his eyes closed and focus on history or something that didn't turn him on in the least.
Removing his hands while Shishido readjusted, he smiled soothingly and then remembered the responses he got last time. “I think I should be more careful. I’m not plucking you, but you do have some loose feathers…” Making his point, he removed another and handed it to him. He then started to carefully smooth the feathers again, his tongue peeking out from between his lips as he concentrated on massaging the center of the wing, and smiling to himself as some of the feathers appeared to shake. He was still a bit jumpy from the tone the other used with him, realizing just a few short words had sent a spike of heat right through him. At least the winged teen had his head down and wouldn’t notice his blush, or shaky fingers.
Reaching out with a slightly shaking hand, Shishido grabbed onto the loose feather and looked at it. "Ah, that's good." He said still with a low rough voice. Why did Ohtori have to keep distracting him from his boring thoughts with his seductive voice? And really, it wasn't like the kid was trying to be seductive but there was just something about the quality of his tone that just sent Shishido's mind spiraling towards the gutter. The winged mutant was beginning to wonder if his mind ever left the gutter these days when he was with Ohtori. Hormones would be the end of him, and as it was he could feel tiny trembles course through his body and wings as he tried to suppress any and all hormones of desire for the person who was innocently cleaning his wings.
“Okay….just a few more moments and we should be fine…” Heh, he hoped he would at least. Licking his rapidly drying lips in an attempt to wet his throat again, he sighed. This was trouble; he hadn’t counted on those sounds and motions against the bedding. His mind briefly wandered to the dispenser in the bathroom, and he was forced to stop again and thump his right temple with his knuckles and mentally scold himself for being a teenaged boy. A few deep breaths and he was sure it was ok to continue, especially since all that was left was the inner wing again. Reaching over, he started the slow process of detangling some matted looking feathers and sliding his oiled fingers down the wing, being careful of the stretch of wing to back and praying Shishido would be silent, for his own sanity.
Yeah fine, like Shishido believed that one. The more he tried to keep from making embarrassing sounds the more they seemed to slip past his lips. He just hoped he didn't sound too needy. Because there was a big difference to making little sounds of appreciation and full out moaning and Shishido was willing to bet that he was a bit closer to the other. Especially as Ohtori's long talented fingers were working those feathers near the base of his wings again. All he could do was nod in answer to Ohtori's statement and just hoped this was done shortly even if he'd rather have the kid touching him for the next millennia.
As he was finishing up, he gave the elegant curve of Shishido’s shoulder blades and the indenture of his spine to lower back a quick rub and then sat back and rubbed his still slightly slippery fingers off on his own jeans. “Okay, I think you are all set. Everything looks clean and in order again…”
Oh God. He must have pissed off some minor deity or something because there was no way in hell he deserved to be tormented with Ohtori rubbing a slick hand down his back and oh my god! Ohtori's hand did not just run down his lower back nearly to his ass. And that was definitely not a low throaty moan coming from him was it? He flapped his wings a couple time as Ohtori withdrew from him and proceeded to melt into the bed with relief. At least he hadn't pounced the kid. Now all he had to do was stay where he was so that Ohtori would never see the giant erection he was sporting. "Uh… Thanks." He managed to spit out flapping his wings once more and noticing from the corner of his eye that yes, they did look much nicer.
Smiling faintly, he yawned and lay down on the bed next to Shishido, carefully avoiding the wings and snuggling into his own forearm. “Now I smell like your oil-“ A childish observation as he nuzzled the soft pale skin. “You’re welcome, I hope I did alright-“ He sighed happily, deciding that they both needed rest. He was hearing moans and such. That was a good clue he was probably tired…”Up for a nap?”
"Then you must smell extra nice." Shishido said quietly, turning just enough to see the tall mutant curling up beside him. What the winged mutant wouldn't give to tuck himself up against that body, and maybe lick along that pale neck and then ki- Ok, he needed to stop daydreaming. "Yeah, nap… that'd probably be a good idea. How long did you get this place for?" He asked with a yawn. If he just closed his eyes, he wouldn't have to see temptation anymore, and maybe he could concentrate on things that didn't involve how horny he was.
“Thanks…” Ohtori murmured quietly and got a little more comfortable. He sighed to himself, realizing how badly he wanted to snuggle up right now. “About another 3 hours, and then I have to get back to the school…” He barely moved, his words barely audible around his own arm, no way was he unburying his face. No way, no how.
Shishido shifted, draping one wing across Ohtori, it was just more comfortable that way, is what he told himself. He heard Ohtori talking but he couldn't quite make out the words, he was so tired and all too easily sank into darkness with a long soft sigh. He'd trust Ohtori to wake him up, because he was really just that nice. As he fell asleep a small shiver ran down his body and shifted just the slightest bit closer to the only source of heat on the bed, pulling his wings closer to him, though it just caused the one to hug Ohtori closer. He gave another happy sigh as he thought about long fingers stroking his wings and silver hair that topped a blushing face.
Moving slightly, he blushed again as a long white wing wrapped over him and the other shifted closer, he of course mindlessly did the same, one hand still lightly petting the wing over him as he checked to make sure the alarm on his cellphone was set to go off a few minutes before they had to leave the room. “Get some sleep, Shishido-san…” He of course found it an occasion to follow his own advice.
Dated: The afternoon before Ohtori runs away?
Summary: Massage session #2~
Ohtori walked up to the love hotel and quickly paid for a full afternoon to early evening in cash, and got the key. Wandering to the room, he blushed and avoided eye contact from a cleaner that was exiting a room as he passed. Once there, he realized how odd it must be for a young teenager to get a room in broad day light. Ah well, rubbing the back of his neck he ducked into the room. For some reason he feared running into his parents. Then realized that his parents would NOT be anywhere near a love hotel, ever. And secondly, both worked and would not be anywhere nearby.
Sitting on the bed, he waited anxiously for Shishido to arrive; this had become their more private meeting place…he inspected the bed, and everything nearby. Then he pulled off the long sleeved brown leather jacket Yamato-senpai had talked him into getting, and hung it over the back of the chair.
Fiddling his fingers, the silver haired boy wandered the room and looked at the dispensers in the bathroom, a small prop set in a drawer, and a few other odds and ends. Deciding that in spite of people calling mutants freaks, he had nothing on the normal crowd to stay at love hotels, he settled on the bed again to wait.
Shishido was running late, but that was only because he has slept through his alarm, his phone alarm, and his watch alarm. It was just some miracle that his bladder had decided to wake him up when it did telling him to go to the bathroom now or suffer. Halfway from the bathroom and to the bed again he had noticed the time and swore for several minutes before swearing again at wasting time and running to take a quick shower. Risking being seen, he had then flown from the Brotherhood to the love hotel, and managed to find a safe spot to land nearby before haphazardly throwing his coat over unbound wings and running for the door.
Knocking hastily on what he hoped was still their room he opened it and was relieved when he saw Ohtori waiting on the bed and not someone else. "Choutarou." He said with a large smile as he closed the door and took off his coat, tossing it haphazardly to the side. I'm sorry I'm late, I overslept." And if to prove his point he yawned mightily and embarrassedly raised a hand to cover it. "Hopefully you weren't waiting long." He said making his way over to the bed and laying down on it with a tired flop. Careful to not hit Ohtori with his wings as he did so.
Jumping up at the loud knock, he blushed and hoped it wasn’t a stranger. He was absolutely relieved when a rather frazzled looking Shishido showed up instead. Smiling back at the unusually large grin, he leaned back again and watched. “It’s okay- I should be glad you are sleeping at least.” Pulling his legs back onto the bed and sitting crosslegged, he watched the other move over and flopping on the bed next to him.
”No, just a few minutes, and we’re paid for a good long time.” Ohtori studied the wings and smiled a little. “You’re damp…” He must have showered before coming over, that was probably a good thing. Patting the wing gently, he rose and stretched gracefully. “Okay Shishido-san, did you still want a massage?” Assuming they could find a way around the wings that rose elegantly from his back.
Shishido snuggled into the comforters, trying his best to not think about what might have been spilled on them at one point in time. He was too tired to think. Which was ridiculous since he slept all morning. He frowned at the thought of Ohtori paying for the whole afternoon and vowed to make it up to him since he knew the other would be too stubborn to just accept some cash back. "I wanted a shower to help wake me up." He said, flicking back a wet ponytail from his face and shifting a wing closer to the soft touch Ohtori was giving it. He also showered to make sure he was all nice and cleanly since Ohtori would be so close to him.
Shaking out his wings a bit, Shishido was surprised that they really were still damp despite the flight over. "And I'd love a massage." He said stretching out, "Though I think my wings are going to be in the way." Which really was a shame because he used to love getting back massages, but it would be a bit complicated working around his wings, and Shishido didn't even want to think about what it would be like have Choutarou stroking and massaging the area around and the base of his wings. Thankfully, he did think of an alternative in case they weren't up for the original plan. "Do you want to help straighten out my wings instead?" He asked shifting around to reach into a pant pocket before pulling out a small vile of his favourite wing oil.
Frowning at the news that a massage wasn’t going to work out so well, he stepped aside a moment to study the wings while the other got out his oil. “ I-I can try to. If you are sure…” He petted the wing again and smiled gently. “Just tell me what to do.” At least there was less a chance of him hurting Shishido by this than the massage, he’d spent all day boggling over how to do it without having to sit on the slighter mutant, and how much pressure would be right.
"You've helped with my wings before. Just straighten the feathers and massage this" Shishido pointed to the bottle, "into the base of the feathers and you're set." He shifted so that he was kneeling on the bed and started undoing his shirt. "And this is coming off just in case you spill anything." He said with a wink and a small laugh as he tossed the yellow piece of material he called a shirt off the side of the bed. Shifting his shoulders, and flapping his wings a bit he looked over at Ohtori once again. "Ready Choutarou?" Shishido asked with a small grin as tossed the bottle over to the other mutant.
“Okay.” He moved to sit on the bed comfortably while Shishido removed his half-shirt. Ohtori couldn’t help but stare at the firm, compact body for a few moments. He admired each curve and line of muscle beneath smooth skin. He barely managed to catch the bottle in fumbling fingers and smile slightly. “I’ll try to be careful. I’m ready, are you?” Uncapping the bottle, he tried to pick out the scent but kept getting distracted by the way the winged mutant’s shoulder blades would move every time his wings fluttered. Taking a deep breath, he poured a small amount of the oil onto his fingertips and started at the crest of the left wing, working it into the small spaces between the feathers.
"I'm always ready." Shishido said with a cocky grin before flapping his wings once more to get them comfortable. He could feel Ohtori's delicate fingers working their way through the feathers and against the tender skin beneath them. It felt really nice, and for once he didn't have to worry about being molested, or having feathers ripped out. He just felt safe and he was beginning to feel cared for.
"Do you mind if I lay back down?" Shishido asked pulling away from Ohtori to steal a pillow from the head of the bed before sprawling out once again, the pillow tucked comfortably under his head. "Mmm much better." He purred as he found a comfortable spot on the mattress.
Smiling and humming softly to himself, he continued his work until Shishido pulled away and settled on his stomach. Taking that as a chance to rub his hands together and warm some oil in them, he moved around further to the side, grateful his blush would be well hidden by his location. It’s just, Shishido made such a pretty picture stretched out like that, and that sound in his voice, it was so nice and soothing. He must be doing well, Ohtori grinned and moved a few feathers slightly and gently pressed them down with his slicked hands, laying them flat and in the uniform pattern. “How’s that?”
"You're doing great." Shishido said encouragingly, relaxing into the soft touch. Whatever it was Ohtori was doing behind him felt amazing and he let out a soft sigh of pleasure. Though he realized that he'd probably have to stop Ohtori before he worked too far down the wing and close to his body. It seemed that the closer a wing got to where they came out of his back, the more sensitive they were, and while he didn't think he'd mind Ohtori touching him that way, he didn't really think either of them were ready to deal with what would happen if he did. Besides, there was still Kaidoh to think about, which reminded him, "How have you been sleeping?" He asked with a soft hum in his voice as Ohtori massaged further into white feathers.
Smiling at the encouraging words, he continued the process of slowly straightening feathers and gently rubbing oil into the soft flesh beneath. He started humming again and ran his long fingers over more feathers, sighing quietly under his breath whenever Shishido made a relaxed sound. Smiling as he moved down to the tips, and followed along the bottom fringes of feather, he blinked at the parts closer to the other’s back and had to shift closer so that his knees were against Shishido’s side. Moving slowly inward, he smiled a bit. “Not that much better yet, but I guess with time I can train myself to sleep normally again.” He was glad he’d taken off the gauntlets with his jacket, realizing how miserable those cold metal fingers would have felt for a task like this.
Shishido was finding it harder to breath normally as Ohtori's hand inched closer and closer to the base of his wings. Truthfully, those were probably the feathers that needed the most work but damn it if they weren't the most sensitive. He'd let Saeki clean them a couple times but the Kitty Cat was efficient and quick and didn't linger over the feathers like he was just petting him and Saeki definitely didn't hum a beautiful tune under his breath while he worked. But he didn't really want to tell Ohtori no, so it might be a bit reckless, but he wanted to feel the other mutant's hands there. He would just have to keep a firm hold of himself, maybe focus on a conversation. "That sounds like a plan. I'm thinking I might have to learn to deal with a new sleep schedule. It seems like such a pain though." He said with a growl.
Hearing the slight change in his breathing, Ohtori tried to move a little faster for his own sanity’s sake. Managing to make trembling fingers work, he tried to get the feathers closer to where wings met back, he straightened and massaged them down carefully. He tried to keep humming, but his voice was wavering slightly and he had to stop a few times to lick his lips and cough quietly to loosen his throat again. “Uh- so far it seems ok. I’m sorry you didn’t get the doctor to help you…maybe you’ll get better soon?”
Breathe Shishido, Breathe, he had to keep reminding himself because when Ohtori went to smooth out the tiny feathers near the base of his wings all he wanted to do was die in pleasure. He could hear a quite moan escape his lips but he refused to let anything else. And if his wings were twitching, there wasn't much he could do about that. Swallowing thickly he forced his throat to work and hopefully say something coherent. "Nah, seems hopeless…" He had to stop to swallow down a moan as Ohtori rubbed a very sensitive spot. "Talking to others… seems like it's part of me." He wasn't looking forward to being a real night owl.
Licking his lips again, he tried to get the tiniest feathers and massage where the wings started, blushing when his fingers slipped and brushed bare back. Noticing the sheen of oil on his otherwise smooth and clean skin, he quickly tried to brush it off. “Sorry about that.” Wow, he had soft skin. His ears caught the quiet moans and sighs, but he recalled his own embarrassing sounds, so he had to be doing something right!
Oh God! Shishido tried his best to squirm as his back was brushed against and then cleaned off by Ohtori. He gave up though on holding in the sighs of pleasure as Ohtori straightened downy feathers at the base of his wings. If he gave into the sighs, he could probably hold back the moans and that was a good thing. No need to make a fool of himself after all. "No worries." He sighed out to Ohtori, waving it off slightly with a half raised arm. He should tell him not to apologize for stupid things, but that would only ruffle his feathers and he was trying to relax.
Going back to humming his song, he moved along, finishing the first wing off, complete with a slow rub down the entire ridge, watching the feathers spread and fan gently at his touches. Smiling a little more, he leaned over so he could try and look at Shishido’s face as he spoke. “One wing down. You have a lot of feathers, you know…” He studied a few that had been loose or getting ready to fall out, and had carefully removed them and pushed them to the floor. Rising and stretching for a bit, he yawned before moving to the other side of the bed to start the other appendage.
Shishido was not blushing, there was no reason for him to blush. There was nothing erotic about having the guy you were pretty sure you wanted to do nasty unspeakable things with rubbing down your horribly sensitive wings. Ohtori had a boyfriend, Shishido didn't think he was ready to actually do things with another guy no matter how much his body was giving him the go ahead. So really, no reason for him to have been blushing as much as he was when Ohtori shifted to look down at him. He thanked his long bangs that always escaped from his clip as he tried to hide behind them.
"I'd look pretty funny with only a few feathers." Shishido managed to choke out around a giant lump in his throat that was certainly not a pent up moan just waiting for Ohtori to sink his hands into downy feathers once more before being released. All he had to do was get through one more wing than several more hours of being alone with Ohtori, in a love hotel, laying on a bed beside him. He was doomed.
Smiling, he grabbed the bottle of oil again and started warming more in his hands by rubbing them together. He’d seen that Shishido did look a little red, but attributed that to any number of things managing to avoid the topic of any form of sexual tension. He knew that Shishido had said he might be interested, but Ohtori was certain beyond any reasonable doubt that he belonged with Kaidoh, or so he could tell himself. “You would. Like a plucked chicken or something…” It was a barely audible comment under his breath, his concentration remaining on the white wing spread out before him. Running his slicked fingers down both sides of the wing tip down to the fanned out feathers along the bottom, he enjoyed the smooth uniform pattern’s texture on his fingertips. Finding another feather that was only held in place by the others, he carefully extracted it and let it fall to the floor with the others.
Shishido was impressed with how he was able to keep the gasps and moans to a minimum as Ohtori worked further down his wings. He shifted a bit to try to make his throbbing erection more comfortable, but there was only so much he could do without attracting attention. He was however, very much thankful that he was stomach down where Ohtori couldn't see what this little grooming was doing to him, even if it was a bit uncomfortable. "I hope you aren't trying to pluck me back there." Shishido said in a voice a bit more deeper and husky then he meant it to come out. He was really just concerned about his wings as he saw another feather float to the ground before burying his head back in the pillow. He should just keep his eyes closed and focus on history or something that didn't turn him on in the least.
Removing his hands while Shishido readjusted, he smiled soothingly and then remembered the responses he got last time. “I think I should be more careful. I’m not plucking you, but you do have some loose feathers…” Making his point, he removed another and handed it to him. He then started to carefully smooth the feathers again, his tongue peeking out from between his lips as he concentrated on massaging the center of the wing, and smiling to himself as some of the feathers appeared to shake. He was still a bit jumpy from the tone the other used with him, realizing just a few short words had sent a spike of heat right through him. At least the winged teen had his head down and wouldn’t notice his blush, or shaky fingers.
Reaching out with a slightly shaking hand, Shishido grabbed onto the loose feather and looked at it. "Ah, that's good." He said still with a low rough voice. Why did Ohtori have to keep distracting him from his boring thoughts with his seductive voice? And really, it wasn't like the kid was trying to be seductive but there was just something about the quality of his tone that just sent Shishido's mind spiraling towards the gutter. The winged mutant was beginning to wonder if his mind ever left the gutter these days when he was with Ohtori. Hormones would be the end of him, and as it was he could feel tiny trembles course through his body and wings as he tried to suppress any and all hormones of desire for the person who was innocently cleaning his wings.
“Okay….just a few more moments and we should be fine…” Heh, he hoped he would at least. Licking his rapidly drying lips in an attempt to wet his throat again, he sighed. This was trouble; he hadn’t counted on those sounds and motions against the bedding. His mind briefly wandered to the dispenser in the bathroom, and he was forced to stop again and thump his right temple with his knuckles and mentally scold himself for being a teenaged boy. A few deep breaths and he was sure it was ok to continue, especially since all that was left was the inner wing again. Reaching over, he started the slow process of detangling some matted looking feathers and sliding his oiled fingers down the wing, being careful of the stretch of wing to back and praying Shishido would be silent, for his own sanity.
Yeah fine, like Shishido believed that one. The more he tried to keep from making embarrassing sounds the more they seemed to slip past his lips. He just hoped he didn't sound too needy. Because there was a big difference to making little sounds of appreciation and full out moaning and Shishido was willing to bet that he was a bit closer to the other. Especially as Ohtori's long talented fingers were working those feathers near the base of his wings again. All he could do was nod in answer to Ohtori's statement and just hoped this was done shortly even if he'd rather have the kid touching him for the next millennia.
As he was finishing up, he gave the elegant curve of Shishido’s shoulder blades and the indenture of his spine to lower back a quick rub and then sat back and rubbed his still slightly slippery fingers off on his own jeans. “Okay, I think you are all set. Everything looks clean and in order again…”
Oh God. He must have pissed off some minor deity or something because there was no way in hell he deserved to be tormented with Ohtori rubbing a slick hand down his back and oh my god! Ohtori's hand did not just run down his lower back nearly to his ass. And that was definitely not a low throaty moan coming from him was it? He flapped his wings a couple time as Ohtori withdrew from him and proceeded to melt into the bed with relief. At least he hadn't pounced the kid. Now all he had to do was stay where he was so that Ohtori would never see the giant erection he was sporting. "Uh… Thanks." He managed to spit out flapping his wings once more and noticing from the corner of his eye that yes, they did look much nicer.
Smiling faintly, he yawned and lay down on the bed next to Shishido, carefully avoiding the wings and snuggling into his own forearm. “Now I smell like your oil-“ A childish observation as he nuzzled the soft pale skin. “You’re welcome, I hope I did alright-“ He sighed happily, deciding that they both needed rest. He was hearing moans and such. That was a good clue he was probably tired…”Up for a nap?”
"Then you must smell extra nice." Shishido said quietly, turning just enough to see the tall mutant curling up beside him. What the winged mutant wouldn't give to tuck himself up against that body, and maybe lick along that pale neck and then ki- Ok, he needed to stop daydreaming. "Yeah, nap… that'd probably be a good idea. How long did you get this place for?" He asked with a yawn. If he just closed his eyes, he wouldn't have to see temptation anymore, and maybe he could concentrate on things that didn't involve how horny he was.
“Thanks…” Ohtori murmured quietly and got a little more comfortable. He sighed to himself, realizing how badly he wanted to snuggle up right now. “About another 3 hours, and then I have to get back to the school…” He barely moved, his words barely audible around his own arm, no way was he unburying his face. No way, no how.
Shishido shifted, draping one wing across Ohtori, it was just more comfortable that way, is what he told himself. He heard Ohtori talking but he couldn't quite make out the words, he was so tired and all too easily sank into darkness with a long soft sigh. He'd trust Ohtori to wake him up, because he was really just that nice. As he fell asleep a small shiver ran down his body and shifted just the slightest bit closer to the only source of heat on the bed, pulling his wings closer to him, though it just caused the one to hug Ohtori closer. He gave another happy sigh as he thought about long fingers stroking his wings and silver hair that topped a blushing face.
Moving slightly, he blushed again as a long white wing wrapped over him and the other shifted closer, he of course mindlessly did the same, one hand still lightly petting the wing over him as he checked to make sure the alarm on his cellphone was set to go off a few minutes before they had to leave the room. “Get some sleep, Shishido-san…” He of course found it an occasion to follow his own advice.
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