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Kippei slept a damn long time. Even after Shinji woke up, still tired but not that bone-deep weary exhausted anymore, Kippei just kept sleeping. Shinji could have gone back to sleep but he wanted to watch Kippei sleeping, so he just lay there, watching, amused, as Kippei snuck closer in his sleep until he started waking up and Shinji watched, fascinated. Then, without warning, Shinji was being dragged against Kippei, not that he minded, and snuggled like a teddy bear. Right.

"What alien are you and what did you do with my flyboy?"

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"Shhhh," Kippei grumbled, still barely awake. "You know." As if Shinji didn't know it was him. Alien, whatever. It wasn't like he never did this, he just... appreciated it more, now that he'd gone several months without another living person, and especially without Shinji, who he'd missed more than he ever dreamed you could miss anyone.

"S'me and it's you and it's good," he murmured, sighing contentedly.

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Shinji chuckled at him softly, amused. Yeah, it was Kippei, but it was also damn strange to have Kippei so damn...clingy. Even in his sleep, but worse when he was awake. Not that it was a bad thing, at all, but it was different. Still, Shinji smiled and just went with it, amused that even now Kippei wouldn't take his jokes and told him to stop. Amusing soldier flyboy.

"Yeah it's good," Shinji murmurered, close to Kippei's ear, pushing himself up on one arm to nuzzle at Kippei's neck, enjoying having an apparently sedate Kippei all to himself. He wished they were in a clean bed, but beggers were not choosers.

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Shinji was laughing at him, but that was okay. Kippei didn't give a damn at all what Shinji did as long as he was right here. He couldn't imagine what it had been like for Shinji to be stuck here on the station, under the occupation and not even knowing where Kippei was, but he knew too that Shinji had no idea what it had been like for him, to be stuck in a void with no human contact, doing nothing and not even having a distraction from his worries about whether Shinji was alright. Kippei didn't intend to explain it to him, either, but it made him intensely grateful to be back and be able to touch again, and if Shinji thought that was strange, Kippei didn't mind if he laughed a little. Or a lot. He liked Shinji's laughter.

"Mmmmm," he murmured appreciatively at Shinji's nuzzling, still without opening his eyes. Now that he could feel things again, he wanted no distractions from it.

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Sexy, sleepy soldier boy. Shinji pulled back far enough to see Kippei's face, then shifted around him, amused by the happy little turn of Kippei's lips and the way he radiated warmth and peace. Nothing at all like he had been on Ojii's ship. He managed to get into a sitting position and leant an arm over Kippei to rest on, then got back to the task of nuzzling Kippei awake, leaving little trails of soft, damp kisses across Kippei's jaw, and up along his cheek, down along the line of his ear, down his throat, tongue licking at the damn sexy stretch of bone across his collar.

"I love you, Tachibana Kippei." And if he ever tried to leave him behind again Shinji was going to chase him to the ends of the stupid universe.

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Kippei found Shinji's hand and squeezed his fingers, acknowledgement and agreement both at once. Love you too. He sighed, sinking into the warmth of Shinji's bed and the feathery brushes of his lips and tongue.

"You know," he observed in a rough, sleepy voice, "if you're trying to wake me up you're going the wrong way about it."

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"Why would I want to wake your up when you're so damn sweet asleep?" Shinji purred, letting his fingers explore, tugging the blanket down to Kippei's hips and stroking down his chest, following the lines of different scars. Thankfully there were no new ones. At least, none that he had found yet, so nothing that had almost killed them.

"I think Ina missed you too. She likes grumpy things. Probably wanted someone to yell at her and shut me up so that she could yell at both of us without being interrupted." Yeah, for whatever reason, Ina liked Tachibana Kippei too. Maybe it was a Fudo thing.

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Kippei chuckled under his breath, purring a little in response to Shinji's exploring fingers.

"Why would she miss me when her boyfriend was here the whole time?" he asked dryly, and rather unfairly perhaps. It irritated him in the extreme that Yukimura had been here and he had not, and he still did not at all approve of whatever relationship there existed between him and Inanna.

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Shinji blinked, stumped. There were a lot of things he might have expected Kippei to say but that was pretty much the last thing he ever expected to hear. It took a minute to get over the shock.

"Ina has a boyfriend?" And obviously it was someone Kippei didn't approve of at all. Shinji frowned, because there were a whole tonne of people who Kippei might not approve of.

"Who?" Because that person was so dead.

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Kippei shrugged, a little irritably. "She says he's not her boyfriend. Maybe she doesn't think so. I have my doubts, personally." But it was Inanna's choice, really, who she had a relationship with and how close and it wasn't really either his or Shinji's business to disapprove, even if they did. He thought that telling Shinji who would be a less than bright idea.

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"You didn't answer my question," Shinji grumbled, not liking this at all. Ina wasn't supposed to have a boyfriend! Ina wasn't supposed to sleep with people either, but she did that frequently. Still, boyfriends were bad news! Except Kippei, but he wasn't Shinji's boyfriend anymore, he was something else, so that was fine.

"How could she be so stupid?" He frowned, because usually Ina was far from stupid.

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Kippei sighed, not liking this any better than Shinji did, but sorry he'd brought it up because Ina was going to kill him if he let Shinji interfere.

"She knows what she's doing," he said dubiously. And she did, but she knew she was doing something dangerous and he didn't know how smart that was. Still, she wasn't stupid. He didn't know what that made it. Foolhardy, perhaps.

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Shinji sat cross legged and gloomy, chin in hand as he glared at the wall, brooding. Stupid Ina, going and getting a boyfriend after Shinji went to all the trouble of building in every security device known to man into the Angel. He should have made the little robot cat poisonous and set it to attack men who went in Ina's bedroom.

"Did you know what you were doing every time you got one of those scars on your back?"

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Kippei raised an eyebrow at him. Not the same thing at all. Was Shinji trying to make a point or was he just asking?

"Yes," he said simply. After a moment he clarified, "I was doing my job." He wondered if Shinji remembered where most of those scars had come from, but then, Shinji wouldn't forget.

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"So she's just as likely to get herself killed knowing what she's doing, as she would be if she didn't!" Shinji glared at the damn wall as if he could see through it all the way to the Blue Angel.

"Who is it?" He so was not asking again.

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That was interesting logic, but probably true. Kippei considered the question. "Why do you want to know?" Yeah, telling Shinji was probably a very bad idea.

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"So I can kill the bastard, why else?" Shinji sighed heavily, because okay maybe he wouldn't kill him, but castration was definately high on the list. He flopped back onto the bed, against Kippei's thigh, staring at the ceiling.

"Why does she do dangerous things all the time?"

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Kippei shrugged. "She likes playing with fire." He paused, wondering if he needed to clarify something else. "He's not her boyfriend, at least, not officially. I was exaggerating."

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Shinji stared at Kippei from the corner of his eye, but it didn't really make him feel any better. He turned and flopped across Kippei's belly, hugging him tight and trying to convince himself that no amount of whining was going to get Kippei to tell him who it was, and even if he did tell, there was no way Shinji could go kill the bastard without causing Kippei a hell of a lot of trouble.

"I don't like it."

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Kippei snorted, briefly amused, and slid his fingers comfortingly into Shinji's hair. Of course he didn't like it, it sucked, but it was none of their business. Not really.

"Neither do I. But it's her decision."

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"Make a law that says she's not allowed to date whoever she wants." Okay, he was getting into illegal as well as unreasonable and if Ina ever heard him he was a dead man.

"Oh, it's not fair! She should be whimpy and ask others for advice! And then we could tell her she is insane and make her end it. Instead she's all spiffy and too cool and everyone loves her and she gets into trouble."

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Kippei laughed, easily able to imagine the consequences of telling Inanna that she couldn't date whomever she bloody well pleased. It was not fair, but it was life. "We'll just have to keep a closer eye on her," he murmured reassuringly, sifting Shinji's hair through his fingers. "If she gets into trouble, we'll get her out."

He wondered idly how long it would take Shinji to just guess who it was. It wasn't like he didn't know who Inanna's regular customers were, and Yukimura had been more regular than most, recently. Or perhaps not so recently, since Kippei had no idea what had been happening on the station while he was gone. It was entirely possible that the ambassador of Rikkai had not had time for the pleasure of a certain redhead's company, Kippei thought with grim satisfaction.

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Shinji gumpily wriggled around until he could sneak up Kippei's chest to kiss and nibble on Kippei's jaw, humming softly, happily putting Ina and boyfriends out of his mind and enjoying a now wonderfully awake Kippei.

"Did I go about it the right way that time? Can I get back to kissing you now?"

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Kippei blinked, puzzled at first by what Shinji meant by the right way, and then vaguely remembering his earlier comment about waking him up. He chuckled, because he was definitely awake now.

"Mhmmm," he agreed, not waiting for Shinji to kiss him first.

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Shinji chuckled into the warm kiss, arms tightening their hold on Kippei as he let his tongue explore Kippei. It had that same sense of almost new but damn familiar left from the long absence, which only made Shinji smile and kiss him more. His hands tugged Kippei up so they could slide across his back and settle on his wings, feeling a stupid amount of relief at the familiar expanse of skin and his hold upon it.

"I love kissing you. That first time...all I wanted to do was kiss you again."

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"I wanted you to," Kippei admitted, with some difficulty, but there was no reason not to, anymore. "Well," he added quietly, in the interest of truthfulness. "I wished you had never done it, and I wished you would never stop, and--it was hard, asking you to." And it was rather hard too, trying to explain to Shinji what he'd been thinking and feeling at that time, so he gave up, slipping his arms around Shinji's waist and relaxing into his hold.

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Shinji just grinned at him and nuzzled his temple while he played with the longer hair Kippei had miraculously grown in his absense. Not long, by any shot, but not the close cropped style Kippei had worn when Shinji met him. This was much more Ambassadorial. And much more fun to play with.

"I was so convinced you thought I was the worst kisser. I begged Ina to give me lessons, but I ended up semi-insulting her since she already taught me. I wasn't sure if she was going to kill you for calling me a bad kisser, even inadvertantly, or kill me for not learning properly!" He couldn't help smiling about it now though because somehow, the forbidden fruit had still been the sweetest taste around and it worked out brilliantly. "They need to make a vidcom that lets you kiss someone through the screen."

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"Mmmm, that would be nice," Kippei agreed, closing his eyes as Shinji's fingers slid through his hair. "But what would be the point? Kissing is much better in person and how do you know how much you miss it until you can't have it?" Or something. Awake only went so far.

He tilted his head to kiss the corner of Shinji's mouth, licking at it briefly. "I thought you were the best kisser," he whispered. "Ever."

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Shinji wasn't convinced Kippei had never been kissed properly, but that was just fine with Shinji since he intended to spend the rest of his life making sure Kippei got plenty of kisses, from one person only. He hummed happily at Kippei's tongue on his skin, so close and yet still just as sweet.

He had in fact learnt from the best kisser. Actually, sometimes Kippei sort of kissed like Inanna. That was a bit strange, but it didn't happen very often, just when Kippei was feeling playful or sappy...so rarely.

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It would have surprised Kippei to know that Shinji thought he ever got playful, and he would have been disturbed to think that Shinji could tell he kissed like Inanna, though he'd have been somewhat offended by it also. Mostly, it would have worried him, but as he didn't know, he simply did his best to kiss the hell out of Shinji in whatever way he could. He was laughing a little as he pushed Shinji down on the bed to get better leverage for this occupation. It didn't really occur to him how much more often he did that, or how much Shinji had changed him.

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"Mmm!" Shinji made barely a protest at all, amused that Kippei was so willing to shower affection on him now. It was almost worth being apart...almost, but not. He kept his arms wound tight around Kippei and pulled him down too, not that he needed to pull much since Kippei seemed pretty content to make sure Shinji never breathed again. At least, not through his mouth.

"No one knows you're back right?" He was a little breathless when he managed to ask his question. "We could hide out here until someone figures it out." He rather liked the idea of having Kippei to himself for an indeterminate period of time.

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Kippei sighed and frowned a little, not wanting to think about that yet. "No," he admitted. "No one knows." But he shouldn't just hide here and pretend he wasn't back yet. Even if he wanted to. He still had a job to do, and he'd been missing in action for a long time, too long. The station had just been through an enemy occupation, and there were all kinds of things he should be doing. But...

"We could," he agreed slowly. "For a little while." They needed this, he told himself, just a few days to themselves.

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"Just a few days," Shinji promised, knowing full well it went against every bone in Kippei's body. It was amazing that he was giving in; agreeing to spend time and it was just another sign that Kippei wasn't back to his normal self yet and should take time off anyway. He couldn't help worrying a little, but at the same time feeling ridiculously happy.

"Just a few days for Us."

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Kippei was not really aware of how strange his behaviour looked to Shinji--to him it was as simple as making up for lost time, holding and touching and all the things he'd missed the most while they were apart. He'd nearly thought he really was going crazy, and this was like a fresh grip on sanity, relief and renewed faith in reality. Shinji being tangible was suddenly not something to take for granted, something to be appreciated and treasured.

It wasn't something he could easily let go of, even for the sake of his job. Some things could wait, had waited this long and weren't likely to explode in the next few days, and he needed as much time as he could get to remind himself what Shinji felt and tasted and smelt and looked like, as much as he could to balance out all the empty days in between.

"And then we'll go home."

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"Then we're putting clean sheets on the bed. And all food has to be ordered in, because nothing in here in clean. I probably gave you a disease just making you sleep here." Shinji grumbled, really not liking being in a dirty place, but not having had the time to clean anything at all.

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"Mhmmm," Kippei agreed, thinking that they'd probably have to change the sheets several times if he had anything to say about it. Ordering food, not a problem. He very much doubted that Shinji gave him a disease, either. It wasn't that bad. He'd seen worse. Been assigned to worse.

"We'll manage. We could go home now, but then people would know I was home." He knew well enough that his quarters were watched too closely for him to be able to sneak in unnoticed.

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"No, I don't want to go home yet. I just want you here, with me. Just us." Shinji wanted just a little while to have Kippei in his own space, on his ground, in his world, before they both went back to Kippei's world.

"I don't want the Ambassador yet."

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Kippei's brow furrowed slightly in bemusement, not entirely sure what Shinji meant by that, but he nodded, understanding the general sentiment. Just us.

"No more talking," he decided, leaning down to kiss Shinji again and sliding both hands beneath his clothing, wondering absently why in the hell they were still wearing any clothes.

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Shinji laughed at that, and figured laughter was okay because it wasn't talking. He vaguely remembered getting Kippei's shirt off and couldn't comprehend why Kippei's pants were still on, so he went about getting rid of them, pushing them down and away and letting his fingers stroke Kippei's hips while he just stared at him, still stunned that Kippei was his, wholly and completely, and yet...oddly enough, he couldn't imagine Kippei with anyone else. Or he hoped he couldn't. Or something.

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"Yes, yes," Kippei told him with slightly amused impatience, breaking his no talking rule because Shinji clearly needed some reminders. "All yours." The look on Shinji's face made him feel warm clear through, which was nice, but it also reminded him that he was naked and Shinji was not. That could not be allowed. "All mine too," he pointed out, tugging at the waistband of Shinji's pants. "Off."

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Shinji rolled his eyes but lifted his hips long enough to push his pants off and away and god, he couldn't quite fathom how good it felt to have his clothes off. Even better with Kippei just as naked.

"All mine," Shinji agreed, a smirk on his lips as he rolled them over and pushed Kippei down into the pillows, kissing him hard as his hands got a little more adventurous.

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Kippei groaned a little as Shinji settled against him, skin to skin for the first time in months and god, it felt so good he thought he might be dying. The sound was smothered in Shinji's kiss and he returned it hungrily, kissing back just as hard and letting his hands roam freely over Shinji's skin, reacquainting himself with each line of muscle and bone. Shinji. He couldn't believe he'd managed to survive without this.

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Shinji could feel that odd sort of reverance Kippei only showed for two things, flying and Shinji, in every touch and caress as Kippei went about touching him damn well everywhere. Not be outdone, or leave Kippei alone to have all the fun, Shinji did the same, exploring the lines of Kippei's body, making sure there really weren't any new scars and that Kippei was whole and complete and right there underneath him. It amazed Shinji, how many ways Kippei had to say I love you, without needing to say the words. He said it every day with the strangest little touches.

"I love you too."

Shinji was tracing every scar as if making sure there weren't any new ones, and Kippei was almost amused, although he felt the urge to do the same. It was ironic, though--he hadn't been the one here where the danger was. He'd been out there by himself doing nothing, and he almost wished he did have some new scars because at least that would mean he'd accomplished something.

"It's okay," he murmured. "There's nothing new." Not on the outside, at least.

Startled, Shinji pulled back a little and stared, wide-eyed at Kippei. It didn't last long, the shock settling into fond amusement because damn, Kippei knew him a little too well if he could tell what he was doing. Not that it wasn't that obvious but still. He let his hands stroke Kippei's face then, cheeks and temples and forehead until he just held on and kissed him again because that mouth was way too damn kissable.

"You didn't meet any bandits or wild space princesses who tried to kill you when they found out you were as good as married? Sada will be so disappointed." Shinji was just incredibly relieved. Kippei was okay.

Kippei snorted. "No, I didn't meet anybody." There had been no one at all, except a perverted old ambassador from Rokkaku, and Kippei felt privately that he was worse than no one at all. Not that he'd felt like he could risk spending too much time in that vicinity, even if he'd wanted to. "I really missed you," he said softly again, pressing his hands flat against the wings on Shinji's shoulders and kissing his temple. Missed him so horribly and Shinji would never know exactly how much. Kippei wouldn't be able to tell him.

"I know..." About the same as Shinji had missed Kippei, only Shinji had had work and Ina to distract him. He couldn't begin to imagine what it was like to just have to sit down and wonder for months, with your only contact being that damn old man from Rokkaku. It hurt, thinking about Kippei being alone all that time and his hands tried to soothe a hurt that wasn't visible, stroking Kippei's side, down over his hip, repetitive actions that couldn't make anything feel better.

"I missed you too." But it wasn't the same.

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"I know..." Kippei smiled, a tight little smile, a little shamefaced. "It helped, knowing you were missing me." It felt selfish to be glad that Shinji had missed him too, been miserable without him, felt lost without him, but he was glad all the same, because knowing that had kept him sane sometimes. That Shinji wanted and needed him to come back in one piece.

"I know." Shinji smiled then, because while they could be ridiculously different at times, in the core they were both the same; both the same soul searching for the same harbour, in each other. He let his fingers toy with Kippei's nipples, still amazed they responded to him at all, then leant down to take one in his mouth, reminding himself what it felt like, tasted like, smelt like, looked like. All the tiny things that had faded just a little without Kippei there to remind him.

Kippei slid his fingers up to tangle in Shinji's hair, forgetting everything but the moment and the perfect rightness of the way they fit together. This was life, relief and comfort and color, pleasure flooding back with a sharp rush to fill all the empty places where he'd almost forgotten, almost wanted to forget what this felt like, to be so alive and whole.

"There's nobody like you," he murmured into Shinji's skin, breathing and tasting and worshiping with hands and lips and tongue. "Never been anyone like you."

Shinji wanted to laugh at that, because there had to be plenty of mad mechanics in the world, but he couldn't say anything as hands and lips and god, that tongue, explored and told him just what Kippei thought of him, and yeah okay he definately didn't want there to be anyone else, ever, like him if it meant Kippei wanted to do this.

"You're making me hard without even trying. That's so not fair."

Kippei chuckled, a little husky himself, and kissed his shoulder again. "Mmmm. Fair is fair." It wasn't like Shinji ever had to try, either. "Every time I look at you, I want you." Because Shinji was sexy and gorgeous and fascinating and Kippei couldn't quite believe that it was possible to love anyone this much, if he hadn't been feeling it himself.

"Mmm especially when you're in uniform. They shouldnt make uniforms look that good. They know it just makes people want to jump the person wearing it, and they're not allowed to jump them! And the Ambassdor, well if they don't want him to get jumped then don't make his uniform look so damn good on you." Yeah, he was half joking, but honest to god every time Kippei put that uniform on in the morning Shinji wanted to rip it right off again, and not because he didn't like what he saw.

Kippei had no idea why Shinji thought his uniform looked 'that good', or made him want to jump him. It was a uniform, it was a job and it was slightly uncomfortable and stiff and formal and personally he didn't think it was all that attractive. But what he thought didn't really matter--it was what Shinji thought that mattered. He was very amused and tucked the information away for future reference, but since neither of them were wearing anything right now, it wasn't relevant at the moment.

"Shhh," he murmured, pulling Shinji closer and shivering at the way their naked skin slid and shifted smooth and warm against each other. "Still too much talking."

"Pfft, you're just deprived," Shinji noted, rolling his eyes and then gasping at the feel of skin on skin. He shifted so his hips were settled against Kippei's, rubbing his groin against Kippei's and gasping at the feel. "Okay, maybe we're both deprived. I should fix that. Because I'm good at fixing things..." And god, he was so talking nonsense but so would anyone with a naked Kippei under them so whatever.

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Kippei wasn't even listening to the words anymore, although he wasn't sure they would have made more sense if he'd been up to interpreting them. Shinji was still talking and Kippei couldn't figure out how anyone could be talking at this point, but Shinji was amazing like that. Kippei liked the sound of his voice, as long as he wasn't expected to be making sense of it, or even more impossibly, trying to answer. The most he could manage was a groan as Shinji shifted against him, and he slid his hands down to Shinji's hips and held on, thrusting up and trying to get better friction. Felt really good, even better when he shifted his grip, sliding over the curve of Shinji's arse and squeezing. Shinji had the most gorgeous arse ever created, and it was perfect for grabbing ahold of, really. But all of Shinji was perfect like that.

"Ahh hey!" Kippei was deliberately being hellishly distracting. Not that Shinji minded. He figured they were at the 'come now, talk later' stage since Kippei wasn't even pretending to listen anymore. Shinji gave in to it, kissing Kippei while he enjoyed that delicious friction, Kippei's hands on his arse only making him harder. He pushed a hand down between them to tease Kippei's balls, gently caressing the sack and relishing in the soft skin. Kippei was a permanent contradiction, all hard ice until you melted him and he turned into...alien Kippei, who rocked.

Kippei had never had much experience with foreplay, not being the kind of person who had sex for fun. He'd discovered with Shinji that often enough, it was almost as good as sex to just spend hours exploring each other's bodies, touching and caressing because they could. But he hadn't really connected them in his head, and as far as he was concerned too much foreplay was just teasing. Like what Shinji was doing now. He growled deep in his throat to cover up a groan, and flipped them over, finding a spot on Shinji's neck and sucking impatiently, leaving a mark. No more teasing.

"Enough," he grumbled, nuzzling the mark he'd made. "How do you want to do this?" He didn't really care who was on top, but he figured he'd let Shinji decide, so long as he did it within the next thirty seconds.

"I was on top for a reason, impatient one," Shinji pointed out, rolling them back over and reaching over to snatch lube from the bedside drawer, amazed it was even still there, considering how long he had been away. He didn't waste any time since Kippei didn't seem interested in wasting time and if Kippei wasn't waiting then no way was Shinji waiting. He nudged Kippei's knees open and found the familiar puckered hole with ease, not wasting any time sliding one finger in, testing because he was pretty damn sure Kippei hadn't done this in as long as he had, so lube was their new best friend.

"Is it okay?"

A reason? Kippei had not known there was a reason, but okay, whatever, now was good and Shinji wasn't wasting anymore time so no argument from him, at all. He let his knees fall open, sighing a little as Shinji slid his finger in, relieved to feel the stretch and burn of it after so long.

"Mhmmm," he answered, belatedly realising that Shinji had asked and just in case Shinji couldn't read his expression--eyes half closed in pleasure, mouth slightly open on a sigh of appreciation. "Still impatient," he pointed out after a minute, meaning, hurry the fuck up already. But Shinji was going to be stubborn and take his time, especially since it had been so long; Kippei did not think this was necessary but he knew better than to argue. He reached down instead to stroke himself, moving his hips a little to demonstrate that yes, he was more than okay and come on.

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"Shh...'m not going to hurt you," he reminded Kippei, taking his time and just watching, a little transfixed, as Kippei touched himself right in front of him. God, if that wasn't the hottest thing he had ever seen. He hurried a little, but was careful to use plenty of lube and pay more attention than usual to the feel of Kippei's muscles as they stretched until he was sure he wasn't going to cause pain, and then he wasted no time pushing in and god yes, tight warmth and it was Kippei and that was almost enough to make him come already, but he bit his lip and just watched Kippei some more again.

"Still okay?"

Kippei was vastly amused by the reminder, knowing that Shinji would never hurt him like this, doubtful that he even could. He would have laughed, but he was too focused on the way it felt, Shinji's fingers opening him up in careful thrusts--even, for Shinji, in something of a hurry. He would have been impressed if he'd had time to think about it, but then Shinji decided he was ready, moving forward and entering easily and Kippei just let himself relax, his grip loosening and his whole body going slack as the feeling overwhelmed him, being filled and most importantly, having Shinji inside him, hot and hard and perfect. It was as close as he could get to literally pulling Shinji inside of him forever and never letting him go.

Kippei shouldn't be allowed to look at him like that and make those sounds and yet he also shouldn't be allowed to stop. Shinji groaned and carefully withdrew, pushing in and pulling out with barely restrained movements until he was sure Kippei was enjoying it just as much as he was. Then he gave up on the concept of restraint. He wrapped his fingers around Kippei's cock, rubbing and tugging in time to his own thrusts, unable to take his eyes off Kippei, sprawled out underneath him, thighs parted and Shinji's own dick sliding in and out.

"You're so damn sexy." It was almost a complaint because this really wasn't going to last long.

Kippei smirked at him, though the expression didn't last very long, quickly melting into sheer bliss. His eyes were heavy but they stayed open, fixed on Shinji who was god damn beautiful and looking at him like he was the only thing in the world and the best thing, ever. He reached up and slipped his arms around Shinji's waist, pulling him in harder and closer, groaning and muttering something that might have been words or might not, but in any case indicated his full approval. Yeah, just like that. Shinji was good at this, so damn good and Kippei never had figured out why it had ever been such a big deal for him.

Shinji bit his lip, hips moving desperately as he sprialled higher and higher, closer and closer to that state of oblivion. There was nothing like this; nothing that made him feel connected to Kippei like this while feeling so spectacularly good. He couldn't stop watching, staring down, stunned for some reason at the sight of his hand, pleasuring Kippei while his hips thrusted and his cock slid in and out right there, and it felt like that...god, he was so going to die. But he didnt want to come before Kippei because that would be sort of mean...but he couldn't help it; it was hot and tight and it was Kippei. Shinji came but was concious enough of himself to keep his hand moving, not halting in his attempts to bring Kippei over the edge with him.

Kippei was so close that he was almost surprised when Shinji came before he did, but all it took was the look on Shinji's face when he did, and Kippei was following him just as quickly, coming hard and what seemed like forever, his eyes finally closing with Shinji's expression still burned into the back of his eyelids. God. God. He was dying, this was like heaven, bright and hot and blazing, pleasure making his body shudder and dragging a low, gutteral moan from his throat.

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