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noopinions) wrote2021-05-24 02:52 pm
noopinions) wrote2021-05-24 02:52 pm
waffles in the pillowfort - an Edensnake thread
[ The idea has been running through Tadashi's mind for a while now. It's clear to him now that Ainosuke's affection for Langa is not going to fade over time. It's not a dramatic whim of fancy, but a pure feeling of devotion and dedication. And honestly, the more time Tadashi spends at S after the tournament the more he gets to know Langa as well. What might have been jealousy for a flicker of a moment has become something more complicated. He's come to appreciate Langa and see how his natural talent and understated personality have charmed Ainosuke. He's come to be charmed himself.
When Langa comes to the Shindo mansion unannounced it's Tadashi who lets him in and silences the staff with a single look. Ainosuke is still in a meeting, one that Tadashi would have been at as well if not for the paperwork that he had to do for tomorrow's meetings.
Playing host in Ainosuke's absence, Tadashi collects some fresh-made waffles from the kitchen with strawberries and cream. By the time he gets back to Ainosuke's quarters Langa is already constructing something out of the massive amounts of pillows and blankets in the room.
A pillowfort. He tells him as natural as breathing.
Tadashi chuckles under his breath and puts the tray of waffles aside. He moves smoothly to help Langa finish his fort. When it's finished they settle beneath a canopy of silk where Langa happily snacks on the provided food. Watching Langa, Tadashi feels a comforting warmth swell within him. There's the barest hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. Just a hint, mind you.
It's during that time while they chat amiably about skating and food that Tadashi texts Ainosuke to let him know what this situation is. More importantly, he lets him know what the situation could be. It feels a little impulsive, but that's the sort of thing that happens to Tadashi when it comes to these two. ]
Ainosuke-sama should be home in just a few minutes. I hope you don't mind waiting.
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It's big!
Spacious!
Bigger than his house?
And more!
He peeks behind the curtains, he looks underneath the desks, he sits at the chair, too luscious and soft and firm for his own butt, he walks into another room in the same room, he opens the closets and startles at the sudden opening of drawers, revealing rows and rows of ties and watches and shoes and socks and thingies and -
So Langa doesn't know the terms that go on a suit. It's okay. He picks out a tie, soft and smooth in his hand and hangs it around his neck. He walks up to the mirror. Fancy...
Langa takes it off and ties it around his forehead.
He closes the drawers back up, he peeks into the wide array of suits (They're in the same shade of blue!) and sticks his head between them. He pulls his head out, sleeve of a sharp blazer laying on the top of his head.
Whoa!! Suitcases!
... They look the same.
Langa peeks back out. No one's here. Yet.
He slips back into the room from the walk-in closet and launches himself onto the bed, laughing softly as the impact bounces him off a few times. Pillows! So many of them! It's a mountain and Langa's gonna conquer it!
He murmurs to himself as he counts each pillow and cushion he could find in the room. Off the couches and the sofas and the chairs that had a cushion slash pillow slash whatever Langa could take off of the seat, and every blanket he could find in the room and the walk-in closet.
He has been unsupervised before and this is no different.
In his excitement and determination to build the biggest ever pillow fort mankind has ever seen, the only telltale sign that Tadashi's back is the quiet opening of the door behind him. Langa is busy with his construction.
Pillow fort.
He sobers up some to accept the tray of waffles graciously (It's a lot of waffles! It's a tower of waffles!) and bows, for... 20 seconds. Which was enough time in his memory with Reki at Dope Sketch. But within those 20 seconds did he take the tray and delicately put it between his legs, grabs a fork, and struck the dessert through like a mighty spear.
He turns his head towards Tadashi, forkful of waffles paused before his mouth.]
Oh. I don't mind.
[He slips the tie behind him. He takes a huge bite, swaying his feet back and forth to an unspoken rhythm. He stops suddenly. Face lighting up as he chews. It's like waffle heaven!]
Tasty!!
[Then he's cutting up a bite-sized (Langa's mouth-sized) piece and holding it out to Tadashi.]
Ah!!!
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[At least Tadashi has given him some idea of what to expect in his quarters. It would be a shock, after all -- though perhaps not an altogether unpleasant one -- to find Langa, Tadashi, waffles, and a pillow fort all dominating his bedroom. Simply the news of it is a shock, if he's honest, but he takes it in stride, and certainly does not encourage his interim driver to take the fastest route home, nor does he make a direct beeline to his quarters upon arrival. Absolutely not.
Still, he is-- possibly unprepared for the breadth and scope of what he finds. They've managed to monopolize every pillow, cushion, blanket, and sheet in the bedroom, and while it's a complete mess -- and a slight twitch in his right eye seems to concur -- it also looks impossibly comfortable. Like he could just fall into it and sleep for days. Which, while tempting--
Langa is here. Amid a mountain of luxury cushions and linens that he's pieced and cobbled together in utter disregard for their intended usage. Feeding a mouthful of waffles to Tadashi without a napkin in sight. With a ¥33000 Zegna necktie knotted around his head like a sweatband. And despite all that, Ainosuke wants nothing more than to kiss them both breathless.
Perhaps he truly has changed. Leave it to Langa to turn his eyes so soft and fond. ]
Carry on, I'll just be a moment.
[ Tadashi would ordinarily assist, but far be it from Ainosuke to interrupt waffle time. Instead, he sees himself to the walk-in closet, and leaves the door open just enough to carry on a conversation while he undresses. ]
What brings you for a visit tonight, Langa darling?
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Not for the first time, it strikes him that Langa reminds him so much of how Ainosuke used to be when they were younger. Maybe that's what draws both of them to him so intensely. He represents what they were, what they could be again. That makes him precious in a way no one else could be. Tadashi wants to protect that, to keep Langa safe and happy like he failed to do with Ainosuke all those years ago. He's been given another chance with Ainosuke now and he's making the most of it, but it feels like there's something here, something between the three of them that fits.
He's just taken the bite into his mouth when Ainosuke enters the room. He can feel that there's a bit of whip cream on his lip, so blushing, he quickly wipes it away with the back of his hand.
Despite Ainosuke's words, instinct has Tadashi on his feet again, striding towards the closet door. He waits there at the doorway, ready to take any discarded garments or help however he can. Given the question aimed at Langa however, he stays silent for the moment. ]
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Ad-a--!
?
[Oh. Right. He frowns, looking down at the plate as though it could give him wisdom. Can he call him Ainosuke? What are honorifics? He knows they exist. But what are they... -sama is Lord? Lord Ainosuke?
His brain supplies a mental image of feudal lord Ainosuke. But in red. And in his mask. Wild styled hair.
With an army of generals on skateboards.
Ehhh...
His brows furrow harder the more he thinks. But he shoves them aside. No more questioning!]
Aino-su-ke!
[NAILED IT.
Then Tadashi's gone and he tries not to sulk at the sudden disappearance. While sulking, he takes another bite, chewing through another burst of the heavenly dessert.
Langa sighs. It's so good... but he's snapped back to reality with the question.]
Oh. I felt like it.
[Not that he needed a reason. But it buries deep and he decides not to worry, though there isn't much to worry whenever it comes to the two of them.
They complement each other well...]
Also the waffle place is closed for renovation.
[He slips in yet another bite. Oh. He's gonna cry. Why is everything so good?]
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For that matter, there's nothing stopping him. Ainosuke snags Tadashi's wrist to drag him behind the door and out of Langa's immediate view. This is how he expects to be greeted under normal circumstances: with lips pressed hard and fast to his own, however brief and quiet Ainosuke keeps it just now. The lingering sweetness -- whip? syrup? -- clinging to Tadashi's mouth begs a small smirk when Ainosuke draws away again. ]
Of course, you know you're always welcome, my dear. But there are better things to eat here than waffles.
[ Ainosuke passes his clothing over to Tadashi as he undresses -- cufflinks, jacket, tie, shirt, belt, slacks, and all -- and finds some lounge pants to complement the red silk robe. It's subjectively ridiculous; even his casual attire looks designer, expensive, and pressed. As if that isn't a tableau of Ainosuke's entire being: precise chaos and offhand farcicality.
He re-emerges from the closet looking every bit the millionaire playboy in repose, robe tied only loosely and arms crossed as he carefully surveys the whole of the pillow fort. ]
But you've managed to use every single one of my cushions and sheets, I see.
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Perhaps it shouldn't be a shock when Ainosuke pulls him in any way and kisses him with the same intensity he would on any other day. Somehow Ainosuke still takes him by surprise when their lips meet.
The hidden thrill that Tadashi's been tamping down in Langa's presence flutters to life, hungry desire pooling in his stomach. He wants to kiss Ainosuke again. Wants to press their bodies together and draw all kinds of sounds out of him. He wants to do all that not just with Ainosuke but with Langa, too. Even more, he wants to see the two of them taking pleasure in each other while he watches.
He stands by, Ainosuke's discarded clothes in hand and his greed simmering just under the surface.
When Ainosuke departs from the closet Tadashi sees that everything is brought to where it needs to go for proper cleaning before returning to the pair. He glances at Ainosuke, not the least bit surprised at his less-than-subtle approach. It would be up to him to balance the offer out, make it less overwhelming for Langa. Looking at the younger man he knew that it would be easy for him to do. ]
I did tell him to make himself comfortable after all...
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He looks up at Ainosuke as soon as he emerges. His gaze drinks him in; and something tightens at the same time blossoms in his chest. He can't put a name to it...
In a past life, he'd have been overcome with longing to have a body like Ainosuke's. Smooth and sharp, with years of strength displayed in toned muscle. Elegantly crafted. Powerful.
Enough to swing him around. Capable of moving his body to whatever poses he wanted him in, as speed picks up and his hands that kept him in place.
Internally, his heart squeezes. Residual adrenaline is as addicting as the ghost of a touch that lingers on the same points Adam has left on him.
His gaze lifts back up to Ainosuke's, charged, then flickers over to Tadashi's.
Langa puts the empty plate away and instead of lingering on the thoughts that threaten to crash him over like a wave, he leans and lays back into the pillow fort, arms and legs spread like a starfish.]
Mmhm. I'm very comfortable.
[Langa confirms this by grabbing one of the cushions and hugging it. He peeks at the two men, then resumes his starfish position. This is most comfortable.]
I dunno what else is better to eat here than waffles.
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[ There's something undeniably tempting about a pillow fort, though. Ainosuke is a (presumably) responsible adult with more wealth and political power in his pinky finger than most people will know in their entire life, and he's still overcome with the urge to climb inside. In fact, he doesn't bother fighting the urge any longer.
Langa is all spread out on the cushions, and that too is inviting. Ainosuke falls to his knees on the pillows and climbs under the canopy, and -- because Langa is all spread out anyway -- falls back to rest his head over Langa's hand. It's-- Comfortable. More than he'd expected. He won't praise the industriousness of Langa and Tadashi taking his room apart piecemeal, but he can't be mad about it either. ]
Tadashi makes excellent meals. He knows the way to a man's heart.
[ Speaking of Tadashi, he hasn't immediately joined them in the fort, and Ainosuke's annoyed by his absence as soon as the realization dawns on him. ]
Tadashi. Come here--
[ Pet. The rest of that command hangs in the air, but Ainosuke has just enough sense to keep it from coming to fruition. ]
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All it takes for that impulse to win out is Ainosuke's summon. He can still hear the unspoken word because he cherishes it. He will do anything for Ainosuke, and it feels like that loyalty is beginning to extend to Langa as well.
He's silently wondering how he could be so lucky as he carefully kneels down and crouches under the canopy. He scoots close to the other two, but the fact that they are both dressed so casually while he is still in his black suit keeps him apart. He does reach out to Langa though when he spots the bit of cream near his lip. Acting before thinking, he picks up the cream on his thumb and softly sucks it off in his mouth. It's perfectly sweet, much like Langa himself.
His eyes dart over to meet Ainosuke's. He sees the desire bubbling just beneath the surface and knows what he must do. ]
Langa-san. You should know that there is another reason that Ainosuke-sama and I have welcomed you here.
[ He looks back to Langa now. His expression is warm and comforting. It's the best effort he can make at approaching a delicate subject like this. ]
Would you be interested in being intimate with the two of us?
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You can cook! Can we have dinner together?
[Langa rolls onto his side, then pauses as he watches Tadashi swipe the cream off of his lip, quick and efficient and perfect.
Langa stares up at him in wonder, brows raising as the cogs of his mind turn.]
Inti...mate...
[He whispers, softly. His cheeks dust in pink from embarrassment.]
Like... now? Like, sex? [A wave of doubt hovers over him, and quietly he resists from checking his own binder. It has been long since he felt the need to prove himself, but old feelings die hard and the terms he has already gotten to and made peace with sometimes came back up to remind him.
But he turns away from that, scoots closer, and sits up. He frowns, brows furrowed. Without thinking, he gently retrieves his hands and fiddles with his tie.
Tug tug. Tug. The tie, like the one around his head, is also very soft and silky.]
Okay. But you should also be wearing what Ainosuke's wearing.
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[ Ainosuke's grin is absolutely vile when he pulls himself up behind Tadashi. To be certain, Tadashi looks impeccable in suits. Formality looks breathtaking on him, all fine professionalism in designer cuts, but Ainosuke and Langa are of like minds on this particular point: Tadashi looks far better in nothing at all, and that's exactly how he should be. Undone, messy, begging; Ainosuke almost envies Langa, getting to see Tadashi like this for the first time. He'll never want to see Tadashi any other way again.
Langa is hesitant with Tadashi, plying and sweet face-to-face, and Ainosuke is Langa's dark mirror at Tadashi's back. There's a familiarity between them in this regard. Ainosuke is intimately acquainted with Tadashi's body, attuned to all the intoxicating little details, all the triggers and tethers that make him gasp and shudder, and he pulls them all without mercy. Like now, when he pushes fingers through Tadashi's hair, and they curl sharply into a fist at the crown of his head, yanking it back to rest on Ainosuke's shoulder. ]
For tonight, you're to obey Langa as you obey me, my pet. Understood? Will you be a good boy for us?
[ This, in a sneer against the shell of Tadashi's ear, as he reaches beneath Tadashi's arms. Both hands snake over his suit coat, then grasp the lapels to peel it away from Tadashi's shoulders. Loathe though he is to relinquish control -- Tadashi is his dog, after all -- he's too curious to see what Langa will do when he's handed the leash. ]
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It's that thought that sends the first shiver up Tadashi's spine. Because he is what Langa wants now, he and Ainosuke in all their truth. Tadashi only hopes that Langa is ready for the mess of what they are, two broken individuals still trying to put themselves back together again.
He sees Ainosuke move and knows where he's going right away. There's a comfort in the other man's presence at his back, but also a threat. It's the delicious sort of threat that Tadashi is weak for, one that Ainosuke knows how to wield so well.
A startled little cry falls past Tadashi's lips as he's jerked backward by Ainosuke's hand, notes of joy and pleasure just under the surface. It should be clear to Langa that Tadashi enjoys the rough treatment, from the flushed look to his face to the bulge of his hardening cock beneath fine slacks. ]
Yes, Ainosuke-sama. [ Tadashi nods, a soft sort of neediness now in his eyes as he looks at Langa before him. His body moves effortlessly with Ainosuke's pull, letting his suit jacket be pulled away, still left in the rest of his outfit. He wants nothing more than to be free, to let these two look at him wholly and unencumbered. It's what they deserve. It's what he's starting to understand that he deserves too. ]
Please Langa-san. Whatever you want from me, I'll give it to you.
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No.
The desire, simmering just beneath the surface, spreads in his blood just as easily from their words alone. Eyes blown wide, Langa slips his hands over the tie, smoothing it flat over Tadashi's clothed chest. At first, he mulls it over, mind not quite moving over what Ainosuke - and Tadashi, by extension, meant.
But as his gaze goes over Tadashi's pretty lips. Before an idea forms fully, Langa tugs hard onto his tie, stopping just shy of their lips meeting.
He pecks the corner of his mouth as his own lips part in a whisper.]
Eat me.
[Langa unties the tie and slips it off of Tadashi. His hands make work of the buttons, too soft and smooth for him.
He's too far out to feel any sort of embarrassment; easily overriden by the arousal that thickens second by second in the room. Langa has unbuttoned the first three, hands dipping in to feel hot skin. He makes a soft noise then, in awe and in reverence. Perfect...
Langa looks up at Tadashi, gaze clear.]
I want to see your face while you do it.
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Normal circumstances might dictate more. Perhaps that tie would be looped and knotted around Tadashi's wrists while Ainosuke toyed with him. Or else, Ainosuke would collar him, drag him through his paces, softly torture him for hours before letting him come. They've become too accustomed to this nightly pleasured agony; what a delight to have Langa join them for it.
But it's for precisely that reason that, when Ainosuke peels away his shirt, Langa sees all the lingering evidence of Ainosuke's love on Tadashi's skin. Bruised and welted and lovebitten like a watercolor patchwork, heaviest along his neck and shoulders, which are unquestionably Ainosuke's most treasured stretches of Tadashi's body. ]
Don't make him repeat himself, puppy.
[ Ainosuke's fingertips slide delicate along either side of Tadashi's spine, then dig in hard at his hips to shove him forward. ]
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Tadashi would have leaned in to steal another kiss from him if Ainosuke's hands weren't making quick work of his shirt and dictating the next move. He's not ashamed to show off his marked flesh. He's relieved for Langa to see it, to know that Ainosuke loves him so deeply and fiercely. He wants Landa to know that he can show his love however he deems fit.
He's hungry for another taste of Langa's lips, but he knows that Ainosuke is right. Langa has made his order. Tadashi is more than willing to oblige. He doesn't fight the press of Ainosuke's hands that bend him forward, closer to Langa's body.
Tadashi's eyelids shudder for a moment as the familiar mix of pleasure and pain burns into him. It's such sweet, torturous rapture, to be placed between these two and helpless to their roaming hands. ]
Yes. Of course. I'd be happy to.
[ Slowly, he runs his hands up along the sides of Langa's legs, to his waist. His fingers linger over the fastenings before he looks up to meet Langa's eyes. ]
May I?
[ Even though Langa has already asked this of him, it feels right to ask. Tadashi's research on Langa has been thorough, and so he knows what to expect, but he wants Langa to feel safe and secure above all else. ]
I promise...I promise that I will make you feel good.
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He files that thought away for now, gaze lingering upon Tadashi and the way he's moved by the hands belonging to Ainosuke.
Langa's still sitting, yet to lean back, so he moves forward to cup his face and kiss him properly. Lips warm and abuzz, he goes to deepen it, though the inexperience shows despite his enthusiasm. Soon he pulls away, enough to catch his breath. His heart beats in his ears.]
Yes.
[Langa leans back then, weight against the mountain of pillows that support his back. He lifts his legs so he could reach Ainosuke as well, ankle hooking over his shoulder, or wherever he felt was his shoulder.]
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Langa's ankle comes to rest on Ainosuke's shoulder, and he tilts his head with an indulgent grin to shower Langa's leg with languid kisses. His touch is meaner than Tadashi's, perhaps a bit feral, and his teeth are quick to find Langa's pant leg, sharp fangs at the inseam. Tempting though it may be to reach around Tadashi and undress Langa himself, he recognizes there's some weight to this moment, something between Tadashi and Langa that shouldn't be interrupted.
So instead, his hand glides down Tadashi's spine, pushes in a few slow circles at his tailbone, then creeps around to undo his belt and the front of his slacks. ]
The two of you look good enough to eat.
[ The comment comes through a smirk as he pushes his hand down the front of Tadashi's pants. ]
Such a pretty picture you paint.
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Still, he likes the idea of being a picture for Ainosuke, so he takes his time sliding the waist of Langa's pants downward. He makes a show of it, for all three of them really, unwrapping Langa like the lovely gift that he is. Carefully, he lifts Langa's other leg so that he can pull one leg of the pants off, then assists Ainosuke in pulling off the other. He repeats the same motion with Langa's underwear, leaving him naked from the waist down.
He can't take his eyes off the vision that Langa makes with his long, pale legs parted, opening his pink slit for both him and Ainosuke to see. ]
Beautiful. [ Tadashi breathes softly before leaning in and finally performing the task demanded of him. He brings his mouth to Langa's folds and drags his tongue along him from top to bottom. He repeats the motion in slow, worshipful strides before diving in harder, faster. After all, Langa told him to "eat" him. Tadashi will gladly devour this divine meal. ]