tp5: kippei and shinji

[shattermelt]

Kippei came home from a day that had consisted mostly of meetings in something of a bad mood. Which is to say he started swearing as soon as he was safely inside the door; it closed behind him with an angry hiss. Suddenly he briefly, intensely missed the doors groundside on Fudomine, the ones that you could slam. Sada had been good at that. Shinji probably was too. Right now Kippei thought he could have given either or both of them a run for their money, but no, doors in space didn't slam properly at all. He shot a fierce glare at it, then started looking for something to throw. Usually it was Shinji that threw things, but this time, it was his turn. He grabbed the nearest heavy thing--an ugly vase that had been a gift from some stupid diplomat or other--and threw it at the wall, where it exploded into smithereens with a satisfying crash.

It didn't make him feel that much better. He started swearing again as he pulled off his jacket, tearing at the buttons, and he threw that too, although it landed much less spectacularly on the chair. "Fuck. everything," he snarled at last, too upset to actually sit anywhere. He glared at the red puddle of his jacket for a minute, and then turned abruptly to pace around the room, still growling.

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Basically, Shinji was bored. He dragged his feet all the way home and was not really paying attention when he ordered the door open, but his full attention was roused before he even stepped into the door.

Fuck...everything? Kippei sounded...pissed. Like, really, fully, completely pissed. Shinji had never heard him that pissed before. It was really rather hot. Pushing that random thought aside for the moment, he went inside, ignored the smashed...vase?...on the floor, scooped up the jacket, went to the bedroom and hung it up along with his own, then wandered back out, grabbed a dustpan and quickly cleaned up the vase. Then, and only then, he leant back against the bench and frowned.

"No...I dont like the idea of you fucking everything at all. You better have a good excuse."

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Kippei snorted, pushing his fingers through his hair, and abruptly deciding it was going to get cut, like right away, tomorrow. He wasn't some fucking diplomat, some pretty arsed boy toy like fucking Yukimura or any of the other idiots that didn't have the first idea that the peace they were so intent on wasn't possible at all, at least not for everybody.

"What are they doing?" he growled, ignoring the comment. "Flooding this station with their people, overcrowding and edging everyone else out, but fucking nothing is happening and I know they're up to something! They're planning something and it's going to be bad and nobody knows what's going on. Everyone's still making nice, still talking about peace, like they can't see that Rikkai is going to pull something right under everyone's noses. This is stupid! It's a fucking disaster. If I have to sit in one more meeting and watch everyone smile and nod when Yukimura says something pretty, I am going to shoot him right in the middle of his fucking speech!"

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Shinji shrugged nonchalantly, not really caring about the political side of things at all. The only thing about it that mattered to him was that it was upsetting Kippei. That made it personal.

"So don't go to another one. Protest with silence. It's not like they listen to what you have to say anyway. This way they won't even know what you're thinking, and they'll still need a collective vote on important matters so all the paperwork will still have to be sent to your office for you to sign. You won't miss out on anything but you don't have to put up with their shit. Dont know how you put up with their shit anyway. Honestly...on old woman, an even older man, a warmongering idiot, a floozy pansy, a psychotic big-boobed weirdo and a stuck up self absorbed wanna-be pimp? You're a soldier not a mental patient waiting to happen."

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Kippei stopped and stared at him, opening his mouth and then closing it again. "Huh." He frowned deeply and resumed his pacing, although it was slower and more thoughtful than before. "That's cheating," he finally rumbled at last. "I was sent here to play ambassador," he added grimly, explaining as an afterthought.

That meant sitting through all the meetings and listening to all the crap and keeping his ears open for anything that anyone let slip. But in a way, Shinji was right, because nothing at all was happening at those meetings, and no one listened to him because Fudomine was worth no one's time to listen, and it wasn't like he couldn't do just that. But at the same time, it felt like taking a short cut on a covert op, and when you did that, people died. What the hell, people were going to die anyway if he couldn't figure out what Rikkai was up to and stop them--and the likelihood of that was getting slimmer by the day.

"That doesn't solve the problem," he sighed finally, dropping down on the couch and sprawling out wearily, kicking off his boots. "They're up to something, and I can't find out what. I can't do anything to stop them." His face was tight, angry, with lines of worry and tiredness and stress marking the long hours he'd been putting in proving that unfortunate statement.

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"Suit yourself," Shinji shrugged, sighing and wandering over, taking a moment to just study the tension in Kippei's whole body. Not good at all. He wanted to call Ina and tell her to come do some home calling service, but he also wanted to be able to make it better himself, and he could do anything she could do, maybe just not quite so well. Determined, he gently let his fingers probe Kippei's temple until he found the two pressure points and started rubbing in slow concentric circles, leaning down to kiss Kippei on the forehead and murmer softly.

"Close your eyes, beautiful."

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Kippei's forehead wrinkled in a puzzled frown, and then he snorted and closed his eyes, relaxing a little. That did feel good.

"I'm not beautiful," he muttered, protesting mostly for form's sake since for once he wasn't too incoherent or too sleepy to have an excuse not to. "Mmmm, keep doing that."

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"You are if I say you are and I do say you are so you are, okay beautiful?" Shinji smirked and didn't stop massaging, waiting until Kippei relaxed completely before moving because there was no way he would even be able to find knots until Kippei calmed down. Eventually, he leant down again and whispered in Kippei's ear and gave a commanding poke in the side.

"Roll over."

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Kippei opened one eye and grumbled at him. "Tyrant. You're pushy when you worry." Not that he minded at all, really, and it was kind of nice to have someone worry about him, especially when it meant Shinji's sexy hands smoothing all the tension out of his muscles. He heaved a sigh and rolled over, stretching out on his stomach. "Oh, god," he muttered as several tense places complained at the adjustment.

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"And you're pliable when you're angry...at least...mentally you are," Shinji frowned already noticing several large knots in Kippei's muscles. He leant over and got to work, kneading harshly at first, then more gently as the kinks started to smooth out. He took his time, wanting to do this for Kippei and enjoying just being able to touch and feel and basically do whatever the hell he wanted. It was like greasing a machine; bringing it back to perfection, putty in his hands.

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"Nnnngh," Kippei replied intelligently, that being most of his current thought process when Shinji's hands were currently turning him into a melted puddle.

"Being angry has nothing to do with it," he muttered, finally putting enough words together to make a sentence. "I'm pliable when you're being sexy." Which was all the time, really, so that translated pretty much to being pliable whenever Shinji was around, but he wasn't going to say that.

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Shinji just blushed and didn't reply, working the last of the knots from Kippei's muscles and then massaging a bit longer just for the hell of it, until his fingers ached so much he doubted he could pick up a hammer. Then he replaced fingers with lips and kissed down Kippei's spine.

"I'm sorry you had a bad day. Did I make it better?"

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Kippei sighed, contemplating turning over to look at him, but again, melted here. "Mmmm. Yeah. Good." Back to words of one syllable, apparently, but that was nothing new. He laid still for a minute longer, feeling his back tingling all over with the lingering effects of the massage. Shinji really was good at that. Maybe not technically as good as Inanna, but it helped immeasurably that it was Shinji's hands.

"Sexy hands," he murmured, smiling a bit. "I like your hands. They feel good." And apparently Shinji had melted his brain as well.

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"Uhuh...." Shinji eyed Kippei dubiously and thought it was really rather unfair that Kippei got to be brainless but whatever. He took a deep breath, grabbed an arm, and hauled Kippei into a standing position, wrapping both amrs tight around his waist and walking him to the bed, pushing him backward onto it and tugging off Kippei's socks...then his trousers, then crawling up to undo the annoying shirt. Dressed and pliable Kippei's were no good to him, after all.

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"You broke me," Kippei told him, smirking, trying to kiss him as Shinji dragged and pushed him toward the bed, and grumbling when he couldn't do it. He felt weirdly blissed out, as if he were high or something, and he knew it was the lingering effects of endorphins or something like that, but whatever, he wasn't ready to come down yet. It really had been a spetacularly bad day, and he wasn't looking forward to sobering up and remembering it in detail.

"Good idea," he muttered, helping Shinji remove his shirt, or trying to. He wasn't all that much help, so after a minute he just let Shinji do his thing and lay there grinning at him, watching Shinji's frown of concentration. "You're so sexy," he murmured, letting his hands wander down Shinji's back and settle on his hips. "I love you," he added suddenly, because apparently being high made it easier to say all kinds of things. He frowned in concentration. "You should get me drunk sometimes." He could probably say it then, too.

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Shinji just stared, dumbfounded. When had Rikkai abducted Kippei and deleted his brain, and where could he pick it up to stick back in there? Shaking his head, more than a little incredulous, Shinji tugged off his own shirt and figured to hell with the rest of his clothes, he wanted to make out with a more than willing Kippei. He crawled into bed and just enjoyed the way Kippei's hands went exploring, kissing him hard and fast and bewildedly.

"I love you too...but I dont see why I need you drunk to know that."

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"Mmmm..." Kippei was busy enjoying Shinji's kisses, hot and intoxicating and distracting, and it took a minute for the words to sink in.

"Can't usually say it when I'm sober," he answered reasonably. Wasn't that obvious? He went back to kissing Shinji's neck and his shoulders, exploring with his hands and trying to find his way into Shinji's pants. "I feel good right now," he said unnecessarily. "You make me feel good, Shinji~" He gave up on the pants and slid his hands under Shinji's shirt instead. "Your hands are really sexy. All of you is." He nuzzled Shinji's throat, purring in contentment.

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Shinji snorted and contemplated pointing out that Kippei was already drunk and it had required no alcohol whatsoever, but he thought the point might be a little lost and said drunk person, so instead he just went about proving that, sexy or not, he could definately get a rise out of Kippei...rather literally.

"It's rather obvious, Ambassador, that you feel very good right now."

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"Oh yeah," Kippei told him a little breathlessly, arching up against him. Very, very good, and maybe he was starting to come down a little now, but this was even better, and not helping the coherence any.

"Shinji, Shinji, Shinji," he murmured, rolling over a bit so his hands could better reach everywhere, skimming over Shinji's chest and then wrapping around his waist as Kippei bent his head to pay serious attention to one of Shinji's nipples, licking and sucking and biting down, with a purr still rumbling in the back of his throat. "Good," he said again, reaching down to unfasten Shinji's pants. "You're wearing too much."

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"Shh...its embarrassing when you say my name like that," Shinji muttered, faking annoyance while he squrimed under Kippei's mouth and tried to help get his pants off. It was rather hard when he didn't want Kippei to stop licking and sucking and biting and god, he wasn't sure he could feel anything else because everything was already tingling like he was on fire. Finally he kicked his pants off the end of the bed and sighed in relief, reaching up to hold Kippei's face still between his hands and pull him down for a proper kiss.

"Yeah...its good."

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Kippei laughed, breaking the kiss slowly and leaving soft kisses down the side of Shinji's neck. "But I like your name... Shinji... my Shinji." His eyes were dark and hot, lingering on the lines of Shinji's face as he drew back.

"They can't have you," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "They can have anything else but not you. I'm keeping you."

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"They dont want me," Shinji laughed, wrapping arms and legs around Kippei and rolling until he was on top, running his fingers through Kippei's hair and leaning down to run a series of little kisses along Kippei's hairline.

"You're the only one who wants me, which is good, because youre the only one I want so it all works out just perfect!"

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Kippei was not at all convinced that they didn't want him, but it wasn't important right now. "It's perfect," he agreed. Even more perfect was the way Shinji was wrapped around him, all arms and legs and hot skin, flashpoints of heat everywhere they touched and the counterpoint of Shinji's warm kisses. Absolutely perfect, that was. It was a mystery to Kippei how anyone could not want Shinji.

"Shinji," he murmured again, drawing it out long and slow and soft, mostly because he wanted to, he liked the shape of it in his mouth, and partly because he wanted to see Shinji's reaction. It amused Kippei a great deal that Shinji thought it was embarrassing.

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A low groan escaped Shinji, because it wasnt so much that it was annoying when Kippei said his name like that. More like...it made him feel adored, which was odd, and wanted, which was maddeningly awesome, and lusted after which he just couldn't comprehend at all. He snuck a hand down between their legs and caressed them together, treating both their cocks like parts a machine, letting his calluses caress smooth skin, groaning at the friction.

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Kippei shuddered, letting out his own groan of appreciation, his own hands sliding sensually down Shinji's back to settle with a firm grip on his arse. If Shinji hadn't just effectively rendered him speechless again, there would be things he could say, like god your hands are so sexy, but thinking wasn't working either, so he just bit his lip and tried not to thrust up too hard and break Shinji's rhythm, because that was really working for him. Hell yeah.

"Nnnnn, Shinji," he breathed, placing soft wet open-mouthed kisses all over Shinji's shoulders. Shinji tasted good too, he hadn't showered yet and there was sweat and grease and machine oil and Shinji, and it was really really good.

[ayretala.livejournal.com]

Shinji's groan morphed into a loud moan, because really, those kisses were deadly. He stopped stroking, reaching over and snatching the lube off the bedside table, kissing Kippei again, hot and wet and filled with lust and love, exploring Kippei's mouth desperately before pulling away and waving the little tube between them.

"You or me, Pilot?"

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Kippei laughed and groaned, muffling it in Shinji's shoulder. "You're asking me like you think I care," he muttered. Then he actually thought about it. Did he care? No, no he couldn't say that he had any preference whatsoever as long as it happened fast.

"You're already up there," he noted, smirking a little, although actually that meant nothing at all, but Shinji was also holding the lube and whatever. "Hurry up," he ordered. "If you take too long, then I will change my mind." He punctuated this command with a nip on Shinji's shoulder, then sucked hard on the same spot.

[ayretala.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm true," Shinji murmered, and didn't waste any more breath, flipping the cap and squirting some lube on his fingers, not bothering to try and warm it because if Kippei reacted at all, it would only be to calm down a little, which was all good. Shinji still didn't rush it though; taking his langerous time as he stroked the puckered skin and patiently waited for it to loosen before attempting to slide a finger in, then stroking until he knew he would have been half mad with lust and desperation...then allowing another finger.

"You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen. The moment I saw you, I wanted to get in bed with you."

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Kippei groaned again, moving against Shinji's fingers and trying to push back, frustrated by the teasing. "Hurry up," he growled again. Shinji's words weren't helping any, the idea that Shinji had been thinking those things from the very first time they'd met was just incredibly hot, and Kippei wished he could say the same, not that he could say much of anything at the moment.

"Now," he demanded, "now, now." His hands were stroking restlessly over Shinji's hair, down his arms, insistently echoing the words. Right now, hurry up, please.

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"Yes, yes," Shinji murmered, leaning down to kiss Kippei while he spread the rest of the lube one his cock then nudged Kippei's thighs open. There was something about pushing in to Kippei that made Shinji feel like he was finally home. That, and it was damn tight and hot and he wanted badly to fuck, but besides that it was just so damn right, the whole thing. He held still, leaning down to murmer against Kippei's lips.

"Hey, Kippei....I've got your wings, right on my back."

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Kippei kissed him back, lacing his fingers firmly in Shinji's hair and holding him there, kissing him hard and deep and yes, perfect. He and Shinji fit together just right, no matter what they did. He sighed in some kind of relief as Shinji pushed in, feeling the slight burn as merely another kind of heat--as if all of him wasn't going up in flames.

He smiled against Shinji's lips at the reminder, and reached around to touch Shinji's back where the wings were, although it was smooth and he couldn't really feel them, he knew they were there. "Yes," he whispered, pulling Shinji down against him, and then gasped slightly with the sensation. "Move, god, please move."

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Shinji smirked and raked blunt nails down Kippei's back, getting a hold on his shoulder.

"Like this?" He suddenly pushed out and slammed in, then did it again, but agonisingly slow, making up for the harshness. It was fun teasing Kippei; terribly fun. The way sex was supposed to be; hot and heavy and desperate and wanting and lustful and fun.

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Kippei would have laughed, but Shinji had knocked all the breath out of his body again, so he just groaned and held on, shivering at the feeling of Shinji's nails making tracks on his back.

"Yeah," he managed finally, arching up and pushing back, grinning fiercely because hell yes, just like that. Shinji was a damn tease but he sure made up for it later. "Like...that..." Now was so not the time for words, so he let his hands do the talking instead, running feverishly over Shinji's skin, hot and smooth and reaching up to try to follow his hands with his mouth.

[ayretala.livejournal.com]

Shinji couldn't really keep playing for much longer, desperate for more heat and more tightness and just more! He nuzzled against Kippei's throat, licking at the sweaty skin, then biting down and sucking until it bruised, dark and purple and god yeah that was hot and he didn't care who saw it. He kept pushing Kippei back hard into the bed, tangling his fingers around Kippei's wrists, nipping down the long throat to his collarbone and leaving more marks while his hips moved unconciously, seeking more of everything. It scared Shinji a little, how much more he wanted all the time, as if want was a living, breathing thing growing inside him. The more of Kippei he got the more he wanted...but that was okay because he more he wanted the more Kippei seemed to give.

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Kippei had never found anything else besides flying that he could give himself over to so completely, to just stop thinking and feel, reacting without considering it first, letting go and throwing himself into the moment. He gave up trying to touch and just held on, his arms locked around Shinji like he might die if he let go, his only anchor the feeling of Shinji moving inside him, arching and bucking up and practically writhing as Shinji bit down on his throat, leaving marks everywhere and god, he was losing his mind in the shocking intensity of how good it all felt.

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More than anything else, it was always the look on Kippei's face that made Shinji come. The way Kippei let go completely and looked entirely happy and filled with desire and pleasure and knowing Shinji had put that look there...it was mindblowing and Shinji came harder every time he got to see it, biting down on Kippei's shoulder to muffle the wild groan that thread from between his lips.

"Oh god...fuck...mmm...I love you so much." And he had the wings to prove it.

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Kippei could feel the groan as it tore out of him, wrenched out by Shinji's teeth on his shoulder again and the words and the feeling of Shinji coming against him, inside him, a white hot flash of pleasure scorching through him and he came so hard his hips came off the bed, his body stiffening and shaking with shock after shock of ecstasy. He fell limp and shattered and boneless and nearly dead, breath rasping harshly in his throat. Oh god, fuck was right. He couldn't move a single muscle so much as a fraction of an inch.

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Shinji lay on top of Kippei, panting for a few minutes before he finally started to chuckle, leaning up on one arm to look down at Kippei and realising Kippei looked like he felt. It only made Shinji laugh harder, flopping over to the side and snuggling in against Kippei, smothering his laughter in Kippei's skin.

"Oh wow...can you come home pissed off more often?"

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Kippei managed a soft, wry huff of laughter, and moved one arm lazily back to rest on Shinji's shoulder, stroking absently as he tried to get his breath back.

"I'll see what I can do," he said dryly. Not that it would be all that hard, really, because this job pissed him off every single day and they were all idiots and blind fools and he was stuck here and inactive and he hated it, but there was no way out.

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Shinji snickered softly, knowing Kippei would come home in a bad mood pretty damn often regardless of whether or not he was told to. It was all good as far as Shinji was concerned. He thought it was too much to ask that Kippei enoy his job, so good sex afterward was the next best thing, and Shinji got to take part in that so it all worked out.

"I didn't hurt you, right?" Because that was the only thing that really mattered.

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Kippei snorted, and instead of answering in words he rolled over on his side, pinning Shinji against him and giving him a deep, slow kiss, licking into his mouth and sucking on his tongue, tracing his teeth and the roof of his mouth and generally owning it, reveling in the addictive taste that was Shinji.

"You broke me into a million tiny little pieces and melted me back together again," he murmured, smirking against Shinij's mouth. "I may never recover." He was laughing as he lifted his head, looking down at Shinji and kissed him again, a quick teasing brush on his cheekbone. "No, you didn't hurt me, and didn't I promise to tell you if you did?" He really kind of hoped that never happened, and he didn't think it would, but he had the feeling that if it did, he was going to like it, and Shinji wasn't going to handle that well at all.

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"I did not!" Shinji protested, then snorted with laughter a second later. "You're such a sappy bastard," he murmered, wrapping his arms around Kippei's neck and pulling him closer for more of those yummy kisses.

"Don't suppose you wanna call and say you're not coming in tommorrow? Its my day off. We could test out that all night thing again..." He smirked, pretty much convinced he knew Kippei's answer already.

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Kippei chuckled, low and deep and he didn't know why Shinji was bothering to ask, because if he went in he'd only be more frustrated and upset that he wasn't doing anything and everyone was pretending that nothing was going on.

"Sure," he agreed, "we can do that." He'd thought his body was completely worn out, but he still felt the tingling rush of arousal at the thought of spending all night making love with Shinji.

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"Mm...but you seem tired," Shinji murmered a little deviously, shifting so he could straddle Kippei's hips and pin him down on the bed again. "Maybe I'll just have to do my best to get you all hot and bothered again..." He reached over and hit the audio comm, dialling the office.

"I'm afraid the Ambassador will not be in tomorrow, he's come down with a terminal case of sap. It'll just be a little death. He'll be back in a few days." He turned it off and sealed any protest Kippei might have been thinking of with a hot open-mouthed kiss.

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A few days? Kippei thought about grumbling about the sap part, but Shinji was kissing him and he forgot all about it. This right here, this was heaven. Shinji's mouth, hot and wet and sexy, Shinji's skin smooth and slick under his hands, Shinji's weight pressing him into the bed and god, he never wanted to get out of bed again ever.

Still... he couldn't ignore the world entirely. "What do you mean, a few days?" he muttered finally, not as if he cared, but he knew that he should.

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"I'm allowed to monopolise your time when you're not doing anything important," Shinji murmered. "And you can't do anything important because its Rikkai, and no one else is helping us stop them, so we can't. So I get to have you, for a few days." And have him he fully intended to do, licking his way down Kippei's chest and smirking at the little splatters of cum he found.

"Just enjoy it, Ambassador. I promise I'll make it worth your time."

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Kippei had absolutely no doubt about that, but he kept frowning for a minute, reminded of the fact that Shinji's words were all too true. It's Rikkai, and no one else is helping us stop them, so we can't. He sighed heavily, flickers of his earlier bad mood returning, but Shinji was doing that distracting thing with his tongue and what the hell did it matter, anyway.

He let it go with a restless growl and flipped them over, putting Shinji on his back as he turned his attention to paying Shinji back for all the marks he'd left earlier. "My turn now," Kippei informed him, purring as he nuzzled Shinji's throat and bit down, sucking hard.