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The mission has been a long one, taking down a small criminal organization that had taken up refuge in a bustling hot springs town. The battle isn't over, but they'd certainly had a successful -- and bloody -- day. Jouno is glad to have gotten back to resort for the night, and while they couldn't let their guard down completely, he intends to at least try to relax. He's listening carefully to everything going on around him, but for now, things are quiet enough. Most of the resort patrons are going to bed, and they'd wiped out the criminals that had holed up in the establishment already.

He decides to take a bath, slipping away from the group. Fukuchi is, unsurprisingly, rowdy and drinking, and Teruko has talked someone in to an intense game of table tennis (it's hardly a fair competition, considering she's a Hunting Dog, but it's harmless enough that Jouno will leave it alone for now). He walks by Tetchō as he leaves, running his fingers along the small of the others back, a subtle gesture that none of the others see. He doesn't verbally invite him to come, but the implication is there if he wants to see it.

Once undressed, he steps outside. The cool night air will complement the warm water of the hot springs well, he thinks. He's proven right when he steps in, and with a few more steps, he sinks into the water with a pleased sigh. He leans back up against rocks, getting comfortable. It isn't often that Jouno actually feels calm, but right now, he's close to it.

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Tetchō likes hot springs. He likes the traditional decor, the quietness, and the hot baths. So when he’d found out they’d be staying at one for the duration of their mission, he’d been pleased, and it has so far lived up to expectations. Getting back tonight after the day’s fighting, he’s a bit tired—but it’s nothing a short rest won’t fix. Tetchō intends to go to bed, but-

The touch on his back is obvious even to him. Jouno’s touches are never unintentional, and Tetchō knows they haven’t really had alone time since their mission here began. Nobody else seems to be using the baths, at least, so it would be a good time to spend it together — and there will be an excuse if they’re walked in on, not that Tetchō really cares if anyone sees.

He waits a short amount of time before slipping off to the hot springs. Jouno’s clothes are there already; Tetchō quickly sheds his own, still dirty. Even without the company waiting for him, a soak does honestly sound nice, the quiet, steam-filled air and soft sound of water lapping at rocks making him feel at ease.

Once undressed, he enters the hot springs proper, sees the steam rising from the surface. It’s mercifully empty, except, of course, for the lone figure sitting against the rocks. Tetchō would know him anywhere; there’s an uncharacteristic calm about him, though.

“Jouno.” He calls out, softly, before stepping into the water, feeling the warmth creep up his skin. Tetchō knows his presence will already have been detected, but offers a greeting anyway.

The sound of footsteps coming his way alerts Jouno that he'll have a guest soon. He can tell by the weight of them that it's Tetchō, and he's quietly pleased that the other had decided to come along -- and even more pleased that he hadn't been followed by their commander.

As Tetchō joins him outside, he answers his call with a greeting of his own. "Tetchō-san." It's still formal. They're too close to others for Jouno to feel comfortable dropping the honorific just yet, even if he can tell that everyone around them is a) still inside and b) quite busy.

"The water is nice, isn't it?" The temperature is perfect, just hot enough against his skin to be pleasant. It's the type of heat that isn't good to stay in for too long, but for now, it's comfortable. Comforting, even for someone who's as sensitive to slight temperature changes like Jouno. The chill of the air helps, keeping him partially cool.

"Come sit with me." It's an invitation that he wouldn't have given if anyone else had been present. In fact, he probably would have insisted that Tetchō remain as far from him as possible. But they're alone now, and they might as well enjoy the time they do have together.

Tetchō doesn't mind the way Jouno calls him formally, though he would prefer the honorific to be dropped. Still, he knows Jouno won't do it unless they really and truly are in private, and there's still the chance for people to overhear them, so it's unlikely to happen. Being together like this is more than good, the water level rising as he makes his way over to where Jouno sits, even more pleased when he explicitly tells Tetchō to join him. Not that Tetchō wouldn't have anyway, but it's nice when Jouno makes it clear he wants it.

Sinking down into the water, Tetchō settles himself next to Jouno, close enough that their thighs brush under the water, but that there is a small amount of space between their shoulders so Jouno can't complain. Or shouldn't, at least; if he wants to complain, he will.

"I like hot springs." The heat of the water is soothing on overworked muscles, even if the Hunting Dogs have bodies that are far more durable than anyone else's. He's glad Jouno wanted company, watching him out of the corner of his eye. "It's quiet here. We ought to come back some time."

When they're not on a mission. Even though they've been afforded some time to relax, it's still not the same as going somewhere on a proper trip. Ah... Actually, has Tetchō ever actually been on one?

Tetchō's thigh bumps against his, and Jouno moves to rest his hand on it. They're alone, and even if they weren't, it's invisible to anyone just looking their way. His fingers trace along the muscle in slow lines.

For now, Jouno seems content enough that he doesn't complain. He even agrees with Tetchō, "They are delightful, aren't they?" It isn't exactly quiet for him -- he can still hear those at the bar and a few of the guests in their rooms -- but it's more so than it would have been back in the city.

"If we ever get proper time off, that might be nice." Time off is a rarity. They'd get a day here and there, but it never lasted for long. They were always on call, always needed to be close by. Still, the idea of a vacation is a nice one. "I think I'd quite like coming here without having to worry about dragging the commander out of bed in the morning." From the sound of it, Tetchō would be making Fukuchi one of his hangover cures in the morning.

Oh, the hand on his thigh is a bit unexpected, but not at all unwelcome. Even small touches like this make Tetchō's heartrate increase, and some of the heat on his face might not be only because of the water. He'll just not think about other places that hand has been, that are very close to where it is currently.

They don't really get time off, it's true. A day here and there, but hardly ever two in a row. Even when they aren't currently on a mission, they need to be on call in case something comes in--and something is always coming in. So they can daydream, maybe, about simpler times that will never come, because once you're a Hunting Dog, you don't exactly retire.

"We could come without the commander," Tetchō agrees, thinking about how he's either drinking now, or passed out cold. He'll be a mess in the morning, as always. "And get a shared room."

And that idea is a little bit romantic. They have their own rooms here, of course, not that Tetchō would mind sharing one with Jouno.

Tetchō heartrate doesn't go unnoticed, and Jouno smirks at him, playfully running his hand up the other man's thigh. If Tetchō is trying not to think about it, Jouno is going to make it difficult.

"You want to share a room with me? That's forward of you." It's a joke, considering all of the things they've done together already. There's hardly anything left to be forward about -- and really, if anyone's being forward at the moment, it's Jouno, with the way he squeezes Tetchō's thigh.

"I've never been on a vacation like that." A romantic one. The idea probably wouldn't have disgusted him not long ago, but it doesn't sound so bad with Tetchō.

"This mission has been nice." It'd been brutal all day, but now with some major loose ends tied up, it's something close to relaxing since they get to spend it here. "Are you tired at all?"

He's trying not to think about it, but Tetchō quickly gives up; every time Jouno touches him, it's impossible not to, particularly when he's doing it on purpose. Which he clearly is now, because Jouno never touches Tetchō in places like his thighs when it's not very much on purpose. The squeeze makes his stomach flip, face warm and Tetchō has to try very hard not to reach over and kiss Jouno right there.

"I haven't, either." In regards to vacations, Tetchō doesn't think he's ever been on one at all. With the exception of things like this, places they go on missions and free time after doing their job, but he doesn't think that actually counts. A vacation is an escape from work... and they don't get those. "But I'd share a room with you."

Mercifully keeping himself in check--for now--Tetchō hums his consent when Jouno says the mission has been 'nice'. A bit brutal, but Tetchō enjoys it; he likes fighting, likes pushing himself, likes taking down people who have done terrible things. So yes, he's feeling good about all of this.

"A little tired, maybe. Isn't that normal?" He looks at Jouno, thinking of the hand on his thigh still. "Not too tired to keep fighting. Sleep will fix it."

And a nice soak in the hot springs.

Jouno's fingers are lighter now the higher up they move on Tetchō's thigh, until they're barely touching him at all. He's purposely not making this easy, wanting to see how far he can push until Tetchō cracks in some manner. For now, he seems to be holding himself together surprisingly well.

So Jouno brushes his fingers against Tetchō's hip, a devious smile on his face. "It's normal, but we're not," he answers. "I suppose I'm a little tired as well, though." It, unfortunately, isn't enough for him to sleep well in an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar noises, so he suspects he'll be up for most of the night. As Hunting Dogs, they can run on little sleep, so it won't be as much of a problem as it might have been otherwise.

"You smell awful." It's a miracle that Jouno hasn't complained (much) until now, considering the lengthy fight they'd had that day. "You should let me bathe you." It isn't the first time he's offered to do so -- even back on base, when they get the showers alone together, Jouno will scrub Tetchō down before the other has a chance to protest. It'd almost be sweet were it not for the violent way that Jouno does so, focused entirely on getting Tetchō clean and less the experience of bathing together.

Here, though, it's a little different. It feels more intimate.

Jouno doesn't entirely hate it.

The only reason Tetchō is holding himself together is because he knows he doesn't need to; they're alone, so he can move at any time. He almost does when Jouno's touch turns lighter, and he wants more, but then those fingers brush his hip, and the conversation is nice, so Tetchō holds back again. He likes it when Jouno admits he's tired, although that does make him worry a bit, too. Not that sleep deprivation has ever been a problem for any of them, but they're always at their best well-rested.

Maybe he can convince Jouno to sleep together. Nobody will know, right? (They probably will. They usually do.)

"Did you think I'd smell nice after fighting all day?" There's blood and sweat and whatever other grime; even Tetchō can smell it, so it must be much worse for Jouno. But he blinks, interested, when Jouno offers to bathe him. Shifting his body to face Jouno better, Tetchō focuses on his face, and while it's not the first time they've helped each other wash, this is... a little more public. Much less familiar, and somehow different.

He likes it. He likes when Jouno helps him bathe, too, even though the scrubbing is vigorous and bordering on violent. Tetchō can handle it, and he always comes out feeling very, very clean. And Jouno seems to be more amiable to stay close to.

"Can I bathe you after?" It's Tetchō's yes, which was the answer he was always going to give.

Jouno likes to pretend he's oblivious to the fact that the other Hunting Dogs are onto them. It's not that he's embarrassed by Tetchō -- okay, there's a bit of embarrassment -- but he's always been a private person. Having his personal life, what little of it exists, known isn't something he's fond of. It's too close to having a visible weakness.

Nonetheless, he would like to be able to sleep in the same room as Tetchō. Despite the added noise of Tetchō's vitals, there's something oddly soothing about hearing his heartbeat at night.

"It's worse than usual," Jouno protests, even though it really isn't. Tetchō normally smells like sweat, at least, and while Jouno hates it, he's also come to be fond of it in a same way. That doesn't change the fact that he'll scrub him down at every chance that he gets though, including now.

While technically bathing is supposed to happen before one gets in the hot spring, Jouno doesn't particularly care when it's just the two of them. It's nice to touch Tetchō whenever he can, whenever no one is looking and he doesn't have to keep up the act of hating him completely.

He uses the cool towel he brought in to wipe Tetchō's neck, dabbing away the sweat that drips there, and then moving lower to wash his chest. He's moved closer now, as much as he can without being in Tetchō's lap completely.

In return to the question, Tetchō gets a very Jouno response: "Fine."

Tetchō, on the other hand, couldn't care less if everyone knows about them. He would be absolutely fine strolling into a meeting holding Jouno's hand; if the collars of their uniforms didn't hide bite marks, he wouldn't mind. It's not that Tetchō isn't a private person; he just doesn't have an opinion either way on what people think, and he trusts the other Hunting Dogs not to care. Not that he'd stop liking Jouno even if they did.

"It's not worse than usual." The protest is really useless, because Tetchō's nose isn't nearly as sensitive as Jouno's, so it's not like he'd be able to tell. "You probably smell, too."

Though, to Tetchō's nose, Jouno always smells fine--ah, well. Usually always. Sometimes after interrogation sessions, he does smell a bit like blood, but Tetchō doesn't mind that either. It's a scent he's used to, one he hardly thinks anything of.

When the towel is lifted and brough to his neck, Tetchō tilts his head to the side to allow more room to work, and his eyes follow the downward trail of the cloth as Jouno brings it to his chest. They're close, and it's distracting; would it be bad if Tetchō reached out and pulled him into a kiss? He'd get scolded, and Jouno might hit him, but both those things are fine and definitely worth it.

"I do not," Jouno huffs back, clearly offended by the sheer idea that he could smell at all. To scold Tetcho for the implication, he pulls the towel back from his chest and raises it above Tetcho's head, wringing it out so the excess water drips from it. There's no need to get Tetcho's hair wet; he's just being mean at this point.

But they are still close, and Jouno can feel Tetcho's intentions. His thought process is always too obvious, but in a way, that's something Jouno likes about him. Tetcho is easy to follow, easy to understand, and in that way, he feels like something steady.

"If you're going to kiss me, hurry up," he snaps, bringing the towel back down to scrub at Tetcho's chest again. Even through the fabric of the towel, he can feel his muscles and he rubs over them almost as though he's giving him a massage. It's hard not to think similarly when he's touching Tetcho like this -- he'd very much like the other to kiss him.

To do a lot more, even.

As if to convey that message, he brushes his leg against Tetcho's, bumping their knees together. "Forget it. You're useless. I'll do it myself."

It's just the two of them for now, and Jouno will easily hear anyone coming, so he crawls into Tetcho's lap, one leg on either side of him. The towel still in hand, he rests it on Tetcho's neck, leaning into to press his lips to the other man's, parting the slightly to taste the other on his tongue.

Tetcho doesn't mind the water being dripped on his head; he might as well get everything wet if he's bathing, but for now, he won't dip fully into the water. That's mostly due to the fact that Jouno is there, cranky and cute as always. Tetcho is never concerned about being too obvious, because why would he want to be anything less? If Jouno knows what he wants without him having to say it, then isn't that a good thing? Something about reading each other, or it's really most likely the fact that Tetcho simply doesn't bother ever trying to mask what he wants.

And yes, he does want to kiss Jouno. He's taking too long. Those are two things Tetcho can fully agree on, a smile playing at the edge of his lips. It means Jouno wants it, too, or he'd be ignoring it entirely. Tetcho almost asks--do you want me to kiss you?--but the answer is given to him before he has a chance, in the form of Jouno crawling into his lap, all warm and heavy. The skin-on-skin feels nice, but the press of lips feels even nicer, and Tetcho pushes into it without hesitation.

Maybe he really is taking too long. A hand comes up to press against the back of Jouno's head, to keep him in place even though Tetcho doubts he'll move. He opens his mouth into it too quickly to be suave, the hand still under the water moving to grab one of Jouno's thighs.

"Mmmh." It's a sound of agreement, perhaps, at everything Jouno had just said, hummed into his mouth, followed by a lick at Jouno's lips.

Jouno doesn't fight it, letting the hand rest on his head. He has no intention of moving any time soon. His legs squeeze Tetchō's, body pressing flush against the other man's. He responds with a sound of his own, a low moan, as he catches Tetchō's tongue in between his lips, sucking roughly.

He doesn't care that Tetchō isn't suave, instead just happy to feel him skin against skin like this. The evening hadn't been particularly fun -- Jouno never really did like having to babysit their drunk boss -- but this more than made up for it.

As he moves his hand on Tetchō's neck, he lets the towel go and it slides to the other's shoulder, catching in between his body and the rocks. His hand moves upwards, fingers tangling in the bottom of Tetchō's hair, twisting tightly as he rocks against his boyfriend. They're not able to share a room without raising suspicion, so Jouno will have to take advantage of this moment instead.

When it's just the two of them, Jouno is far more physical, letting Tetchō touch without scolding, so he does. Hands on his thigh, over warm skin, the pads of his fingers tracing old scars and the lines of muscle where Jouno's legs tense. There's the moan, too, a warm noise that makes Tetchō's body respond, heat pooling in his stomach. There's the warmth of the water, of Jouno's body, of Tetchō's own blood racing under his skin. Good.

And, of course, the intimacy of bathing. Jouno is somehow able to multitask, still 'washing' Tetchō's shoulders. As Jouno rocks against him, fingers pull at Tetchō's hair, and he moans into Jouno's mouth, breath heavy. Honestly... this won't be enough. Ever since they'd started putting a label to it, Tetchō finds himself wanting to be with or near Jouno all the time, much to Jouno's irritation. And so, he'll likely try and sneak his way into Jouno's room tonight, because Tetchō likes to cuddle after sex, and it seems like that's where this is going.

The hand not pressed against Jouno's thigh moves to his ear, catches on the earring that's always so distracting. Tetchō thinks it's cute; Jouno would disagree. Either way, it's not like he can get in trouble for unspoken thoughts, so he rubs it with his fingers, pushing into the kiss, wanting to rub his body against the warm soft of Jouno's skin.

As much as Jouno will complain later, when Tetchō sneaks into his room and he can't get rid of him, for now, he seems quite content to be with his boyfriend. Even with the heat of the water, a chill runs down Jouno's spine as Tetchō's fingers massage his thigh. The quick beating of Tetchō's heart fills his ears, and Jouno can't help but smile into the kiss.

The moan against his lips has him gasp softly, pulling back to scold, "Keep quiet," as if he hadn't made a similar noise moments before. Jouno is even often the louder of the two of them, considering just how sensitive he can get in the moment. Now is no exception, and he's aching to be touched, a want that only increases when he kisses Tetchō again.

The hand not currently tangled in Tetchō's hair drifts down in between them, fingers ghosting over Tetchō's abs until they can wrap around his cock, pumping it slowly. If there had been any doubt about where Jouno wanted this to go, it's certainly gone now.

Tetchō huffs when Jouno tells him to keep quiet. He's not the only one making noise! And it's hard, when it feels this nice to be with Jouno. All of the movement, the touch, everything. He doesn't bother with verbal protest, knowing Jouno will just double down--and besides, there are more important things going on. Like the hand moving down his body, knowing just where to touch to make Tetchō shudder.

He's already mostly hard. Tetchō isn't embarrassed about it; he gets excited quickly when it comes to Jouno. Plus, their mission has left little time for intimacy, so Tetchō craves it, his fingers twitching over Jouno's thigh. When Tetchō makes a noise again, this time it's a little deliberate, something of a challenge to the order he's been given. People might hear them, sure, but... he's sure this wouldn't be the first time someone has had sex in a hot spring. He bites at Jouno's lip in a half-assed attempt to muffle himself, wanting to rock up into the hand that pumps him.

Tetchō's own hand wanders, moving from Jouno's thigh to his lower back, and then the curve of his ass. They haven't established how this is going to go, but Jouno will always tell Tetchō exactly what he wants. So he'll just let his hands wander, fingers pressing and kneading warm skin.

Even the slight vibration as Tetchō shudders draws a small gasp from Jouno, though he manages to keep from being too loud -- stubbornly so, knowing he had just complained about exactly that. It's hard to keep quiet, though, especially as Tetchō's hands start to wander. His breathing quickens, hot against the kiss, which, as punishment for Tetchō's bite, he breaks to sink his teeth into the other's bottom lip. It's not enough to completely break skin, but it will certainly leave Tetchō's lip puffy and swollen for a while. For someone who doesn't want their relationship known, Jouno isn't good at not leaving marks.

He swallows harshly as he continues to rub Tetchō's cock, thumb tracing along the vein there. He doesn't care that Tetchō gets hard quickly; if anything, he likes it. He likes the feel of something strong in his hand, and the way Tetchō twitches beneath him as he pumps him. The friction of the water doesn't help his pace, but he manages to get it steady enough.

Tetchō is right to assume that Jouno will decide how things go, but at the moment, Jouno hasn't quite made up his mind. As much as he's craving feeling Tetchō inside of him, he's also aware of just how loud he can get. He's quieter -- for the most part -- when it's the other way around, but he also doesn't exactly want to flip them around. It feels much too good being in Tetchō's lap like this.

Then again, from this position, there's also the added disadvantage of Tetchō seeing his face. His cheeks are already flushed from the heat of the water combined with arousal. He's not sure he wants to embarrass himself further.

Tetchō will never understand why Jouno finds these things embarrassing. Being loud, the way his face looks when he's feeling good--all of these things are great, in his opinion. In fact, some of Tetchō's favorite positions are ones where he can see Jouno's face, when they can kiss, when he can see the way his neck arches back as he comes. Ah- He's getting a little too into this already, moaning when Jouno bites his lip. It's definitely going to be obvious when they walk out of here just what was going on.

"Mm-" Tetchō doesn't want to pull back, but he does, licks his lips and tries not to look as dazed as he feels. His hand moves back over Jouno's thigh, the junction where hip it meets his torso, and then inward to drag fingers over his cock. It's not fair if Tetchō is the only one enjoying this, after all.

"I want to do it," he breathes, managing to find words long enough before pressing his lips against Jouno's again. Tetchō is very, very rarely embarrassed. Even saying things like this so bluntly, he figures it's easiest to just say what he means instead of being coy about it. Pretending he doesn't want to have sex right here is just a waste of time, when they're clearly both worked up.

Jouno can't hide the sound that escapes as Tetchō's fingers brush against his cock, and his hips move involuntarily to chase the touch. His head falls forward, forehead bumping against the other's as their lips connect again, a low moan still in Jouno's throat. It almost seems like he's too lost in the moment to reply at all, but eventually he pulls back to snap, "Of course you do, idiot." Had it not been obvious that they were going in that direction?

There's a small, annoyed pout on Jouno's lips before he kisses Tetchō again, twisting his fingers in the other's dark hair as a small punishment for wasting his time by saying something so stupid. Mostly, though, the sadist in Jouno just likes to hear the little sounds Tetchō makes when he's in pain, soft and sweet.

"Fuck me then," Jouno finally settles on, the words breathed against his boyfriend's mouth. He'll figure out a way to stay quiet, even if he has to bite down on Tetchō to do so. It wouldn't be the first time.

Of course Tetchō had seen where this was going, but he’d learned long ago to never assume when it comes to Jouno. If he really wants something, Tetchō will verbalize his intentions no matter how embarrassing, and that’s what he’s doing now, a smile playing on his lips when Jouno kisses him again.

A sudden pull at his hair, harsh and twisting, sends sparks up and down Tetchō’s body. He makes another sound, a soft groan, hips stuttering up just a bit where he can with Jouno still very much in his lap. Any sort of pain had long ago turned to pleasure, a result of the training and fighting they do, and he shivers, distracted, lips just brushing against Jouno’s while his fingers play along the pretty line of his cock.

And Jouno decides. This time, apparently, he’s going to let Tetchō fuck him. It makes sense; they’re already in a good position for it, and Tetchō knows Jouno enjoys it. He’s always expressive when he allows Tetchō to fuck him, which is perhaps why it doesn’t happen all that often that Jouno will let Tetchō see his face.

So, it’s a treat. Tetchō’s smile against his boyfriend’s lips says he knows, and he stops toying with Jouno’s cock to move around his back again, other hand joining the first under the water to cup and knead his ass. “Don’t have lube. Is it okay?” The answer is obviously going to be yes, but again, one should never just assume with Jouno, and Tetchō only wants it to hurt if that’s the intention.

The twist of hair gets exactly the reaction Jouno wants, and he laughs softly against Tetchō's mouth, breath hot. His laugh is cut off by a gasp as Tetchō's fingers tease his cock. He deepens the kiss, a desperate attempt to conceal the sound (even if his enjoyment of the moment is obvious given how painfully hard he is in Tetchō's hand).

He can feel Tetchō's smile against the kiss and almost pulls back to tell him off. Instead of words, though, there's a groan of slight disappointment when Tetchō's hand moves from his cock. Even knowing that it will be worth it in the long run, he can't help but instantly miss the attention.

"Stupid question," he snaps, but it comes out more lustful and breathy than anything. "It's fine. Just..." There's a pause. Jouno doesn't like to admit that he can't handle everything, and a situation like this is no exception. "Go slow." He sits up on his knees, giving Tetchō better access to his ass. The hand in Tetchō's hair slides down to rest on his shoulder, a gesture clearly meant to steady Jouno once they got started.

Tetchō's smile grows a bit more when Jouno snaps at him. A hand moves to press against the small of Jouno's back, just because Tetchō likes touching him anywhere and everywhere. The closeness of them together in this quiet hot spring, the sound of water lapping rocks, the warm steam drifting from the water's surface--it all paints a very idyllic picture, and here they are, about to turn it into something dirty. Tetchō doesn't really view it that way, though; Jouno is just as pretty as any of the scenery here, and having him feel good, having his back arch and his mouth open and his hair sticking to his cheeks isn't something to be embarrassed about. Tetchō might even liken it to a work of art, if he were the artistic type.

He keeps the hand at Jouno's back while his other seeks out Jouno's entrance where he can't see it, though the amount of times they've done this have made him more or less remember exactly what to do. He does worry a little, because he doesn't want to hurt Jouno--not that Tetchō thinks he can't take it, but having something that's supposed to be good be uncomfortable is not something he really enjoys. He rubs a bit with his finger, tilting his head up to look at Jouno's face.

"Are you relaxed?" If not--considering Jouno is one of the most tense people Tetchō knows--then he can help. He licks his lips, feeling the sore sting from where Jouno had bitten him, where the soft skin is already bruising. It feels good, and he worries at it with his teeth for a moment.

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