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[closed] | Of flimsy excuses and flimsier explanations...

Who: Ronald Knox and Kimihiro Watanuki
What: A flimsy excuse to see someone again
When: May 16, late afternoon
Where: Around places (specifically Akihabara then we'll see where we go from there)
Summary: Because someone A owes someone B a new phone... and that's always an excuse to see someone C, right? Details.

Demon wrangling had been what put nosh and a pint on the bartop back home. At least that was the case during a bad day. Ronald's encounters with demons were few and far between. If a reaper did his work properly, they'd never have to see one in their afterlife. The aftermath of it wasn't exactly something he ever thought he had to deal with. At least until today. Sorting fruit with Horikawa and his shadows in the morning, bustling about town in the earlier afternoons -- but at least he had time to make himself decent before heading off again on one more errand before the day was over. Compared to all the hard work, he had every intention of taking it easy for the rest of the day. Maybe he had kind of looked forward to this, at least that's what that niggling thought at the back of his head was telling him.

Showing up at GwanYin's temple through his shadows was becoming something he was more than used to so maybe that helped. But he was at the door roughly five minutes after stepping out his own door with a box of fruit under his arm. Thankfully he'd gotten used to transporting things along with him through his shadows otherwise carrying around said crate would have been trouble. He paused to knock, shifting the crate and fumbling with his shirt and vest to lightly tug the creases out. Even if this was just supposed to be a simple thing, there was no reason for him not to look decent, right?

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SOMEONE WAS COMING IN...!?

He listened obediently. He had a feeling he knew where this was going, and his hands moved to swipe up the bags on the floor as he took his step back.

"Good lad." he exhaled before reaching behind him to unlock the door in one motion and stepping forward with another. He pressed his body into Watanuki's, aiming to make him stumble back on purpose as he pushed them through the shadow of a nearby stall.

He did it in such a rush that he didn't quite realize that he had ported them right back to --

his place.

There was a soft frustrated groan the moment they landed right in his bed. He remained over the other god, pinning him to the mattress as he slumped his own face into the sheets. If this didn't make it obvious as to what he was thinking of, nothing would. "Farking sodding cor fucking blimey..." he groaned, finally laughing softly as he confirmed exactly where they were. Already a shadow or two had materialized by the wall, curiously staring at just who their master had with him.

The bags had flopped out of Watanuki's arms and to the floor, small thuds following as yukatas and Jade's boxed up phone slid off. His arms were around Ron's neck, in shock. They had just transported...

To where...?

They were in a bed, however, and he slipped his hands off of Ron's neck, resting them on his shoulders.

"...Where are we?" He whispered.

There was a sigh as he knelt up, waving the shadows off with an impatient hand gesture. They seemed to be obedient enough, one slinking off though the other seemed to linger briefly before disappearing. The room and the window outside seemed to lead to perpetual darkness. There was no light save for... something... outside that made the bed and the simple dresser and bookshelf (messily stacked with various mystery novels) illuminated in pale greys. The reaper pulled away ever so slightly and chose to sit next to the other with the smallest smile.

"My room, to be perfectly honest." he chuckled softly, an almost apologetic look on his face. Hopefully the reason for them to have reappeared here wasn't that obvious. "I'd actually been aiming for your front door but... here we are then."

"...If you were aiming for my door then how did we wind up in--"

"....Bed." He finished flatly.

"....Seriously...?"

"Can't blame a lad when you've had him against the door of a washroom saying you want to own him and snogging him like a hungry thing, blimey! S'just the heat of the moment, really." the reaper laughed as he lay back down, folding his arm behind his head.

But he let out a breath, chuckling softly as he closed his eyes and all but fell silent. "That's not the only thing I'd ever want from you. I promise." he finally continued, almost quietly as he let his hand rest across his stomach.

He took a deep breath as they lay side-by-side, looking up at the ceiling. He exhaled.

"...I broke my own rule." He finally stated, eyes trained upwards. "...I thought..."

He seemed to rethink what he was planning on saying. He shifted, turning on his side, looking at Ron.

"...Hey..." He let out slowly. "Can we..." He trailed off.

He glanced over with a quiet curious "hm?". His arm unfolded, stretching out over the bed as he managed an inviting little smile. It was clear that arm was stretched out just to make room for the other god to come closer if he wanted. He'd move it over his shoulders just as he did that morning.

"What's on your mind, then?" the reaper asked, turning his head and beckoning him into that arm.

He did indeed move in. It felt right, here. "Can... we...

"...Kiss...?" He finished, faintly.

His arm curled around the other god, gently pulling him closer. With a request like that, how could he not oblige? It brought him back to that morning, that tender moment of sanctuary he'd woken up to and he found himself leaning in to press their lips together again. His arm remained around Watanuki's shoulders keeping him tucked against him as he deepened it a moment, his eyes finally sliding shut as he turned his head.

They were kissing again... this time more gentle, more sweet. He liked this. He had to admit that sometimes, he had wondered what it would be like to kiss his shinki, because the other had such beautiful hair and looked so peaceful while sleeping that he just wanted to let the other drift away into slumber in his lap, run fingers through his hair, hold him so that nothing would hurt him. But he was learning that those feelings were far different than what he was feeling here and now.

He liked being tucked into Ron's body. It felt secure. He tilted his own head to better match Ron's kiss.

He used that arm to keep the other god secure against him. The reaper was quick to find he enjoyed the closeness they had. It was... strange, what they had really. It was the intimacy reserved for lovers but they weren't quite that. But they were certainly more than mere friends, weren't they? The only other time he'd ever felt so comfortable with someone else was around the Okumuras. Both of them. Rin was his partner in crime and possibly his best friend. Yuki was... while it was certainly clear he was attracted to the younger Okumura twin, they never had moments like this. They had only kissed one time and it was brief. And more one-sided. And ended rather abruptly.

Yet here he was with an arm possessively around this other god, keeping him close as he eagerly deepened that kiss. If he had both arms, he would have embraced him tighter. If he had both arms, he would be able to have a more possessive hold. But this would do. This was enough for now. "Can't seem to get enough of that.." he whispered as he briefly pulled away, his breath barely ghosting over the other's lips.

"Mm-hm..." He murmured back. Somehow this man was what he could consider his best friend and then... something more. He was still unsure as to what if there was such a thing. Someone he liked to kiss... or just kissed without thought. Wanted to kiss? Needed to kiss? It was confusing.

That was okay.

He pressed their lips back together again, hands sliding on Ron's chest.

For once, words failed him. He was just content to press himself closer, his hand sliding down Watanuki's back as his arm remained around him. The reaper turned his head, eyes closing again as he returned that kiss. His lips parted, tongue slipping out ever so slightly just to press against the other's lip to see entrance. Here they were again, getting heated out of turn.

But he certainly couldn't help himself. It just felt... right, oddly.

He slowly opened his mouth in return, allowing the other passage, and his tongue met the blond's own. He still felt a little clumsy with kissing, which was why he let Ron take the reins to guide him through. His fingers curled into the fabric of the other man's shirt and vest.

He didn't mind, having to lead. After all, Watanuki had made it explicitly clear that he wasn't experienced in the very least. Even as he parted his own lips to slip his tongue out, his arm shifted to move the other closer against him. The movement pressed them flush against each other, the reaper moving up slightly to lie on his side even as he turned his head to deepen the kiss. The only thing between them was clothing and he was more than certain his heart could be felt where it raced in his chest.

That was when the reaper found he rather liked that. He liked being clung to, being held, being told someone wanted him enough to wish to own him. It was thrilling, in a way. A guilty pleasure.

All he could hear was them kissing, gently, over and over. He liked the way it felt, a bit wet, and slick from Ron's tongue. He shifted, one of his hands sliding down to Ron's waist. He pulled him, gently, to roll the other partially on top of him, wanting to feel his weight pin him down into the mattress.

Ronald allowed himself to be moved, shifting his position slightly to draw his arm out from around the other's shoulders. His eyes remained closed as he went in, taking hungry eager kisses along with the movement. The softest sound slipped past his lips as he moved to pin Watanuki against the sheets, each kiss becoming near desperate as he pressed himself closer.

He sought out the other's hand, his fingers instinctively linking if only briefly to grip that hand in his. Their lips met, eager and warm and wanting even as he slipped a leg between those beneath him to steady himself. Again, that feeling: like he couldn't stop. Like he didn't want to.

It was getting intense. Watanuki bent his knees a bit to steady himself more, thighs brushing again the leg in between his. His fingers gripped the fabric of Ron's shirt. A button came undone.

"Mmm." A small hum in Ron's mouth. "Ron...san..."

It certainly was intense - overwhelmingly so. There was a soft gasp of air as their lips parted but he was like a man addicted. His name falling from those lips only made his heart race further and he leaned in, pressing a row of heated kisses down the other's jaw. The reaper pressed himself closer, eyes hazy. There was a certain beauty in a way that pale skin contrasted the stark greys of his home. It was entrancing to say the least.

He was caught up in the moment... a dangerous place to be, but he went with it, and Watanuki tilted his face to the side when Ron kissed along his jaw, then tilts his chin upwards, as if silently permitting access to his pale, swan-like neck.

Beautiful. He really was beautiful. He leaned in closer, pressing soft open mouthed kisses along his neck and throat. That hand slid lower, away from Watanuki's hand to press against his thigh. He eased that leg aside lightly to allow himself to press closer, his palm sliding down his thigh as he let out another breath. When had anyone been so intoxicating?

"Ah..." He let out a heavy huff of air as Ron's lips pressed into his throat. That felt so good. He liked the attention there, tilting his head to the side, craning his neck to allow Ron to keep kissing there.

The hand on his thigh was also distracting. One of his hands slid up, arm around Ron's neck. The other rested over the hand on his thigh, helping it slide along his thigh.

He was... starting to feel...

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