tp5: Kippei and Shinji

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Kippei had spent several days thinking about things after the day he'd stayed home from work with his hangover. Fighting with Shinji had bothered him on several levels, and not everything that had been stirred up by the events of that night had been resolved, or even addressed. Shinji was staying, good, that was first and most important. Shinji was not actively mad at him anymore, even better. Did they still have issues? They most certainly did.

Not the least of which was something that had been a small thing at first, barely noticeable, but becoming increasingly glaringly obvious and just as frustrating. Shinji seemed determined to keep some aspects of their relationship... disturbingly one-sided, and it was making Kippei want to shake him. Just stop, he wanted to say, just stop doing things, but that wasn't really what he meant. He liked, definitely liked very much when Shinji did things, wonderful amazing things with his hands and his mouth and his tongue, and it was very, very good, but what he did not like at all was the way Shinji resisted him every time Kippei tried to do the same things for him. It made him want to shout in frustration or hit something very hard, sometimes.

It was like before, all over again, like when Shinji randomly kissed him in the shuttle or dragged him onto a dance floor or held his hand a little too long and Kippei had always forced himself not to react, not to let go, not to give in, to pull away and not do anything himself. It was like Shinji thought he was still going to push him away at any time, and he was just going to do whatever Kippei would let him in the meantime, but he wasn't expecting, or seemingly even wanting anything back. Kippei hated it.

Eventually he decided enough was enough, he'd run out of patience and he was getting more frustrated by the day and Inanna wasn't an option anymore. Shouldn't need to be an option anymore. This had got to stop. How, he wasn't exactly sure, but it was going to stop. He waited until one night after dinner when neither he or Shinji had anywhere else to be to bring it up. Or try to bring it up. He was still working out what to say. But he said, come here, and pushed Shinji down on the couch, settled in beside him and trapped his hands so he couldn't start anything distracting, and frowned a little bit to himself as he searched for words. Stop trying so hard to love me and let me love you back was a little too... something.

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Kippei growled, practically snarled at that, and tackled Shinji backwards onto the bed, pinning him down and rubbing against him, skin on skin all along the length of his body and holy fucking christ, that was good. He captured Shinji's mouth in a hard, almost bruising kiss, plunging his tongue in deeply, hungrily, devouring the sweet hot taste that was Shinji. God he was starving for this. No more restraint, no more waiting, no more holding back. Shinji was his and Kippei could show him exactly what that meant.

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Shinji's eyes slid shut and a low moan escaped, muffled by the deep kiss. So much skin and heat and hell yes he wanted this, how could Kippei have thought he didn't, no matter how much he pushed away? There was still that part of him that was disgusted; that swore this was wrong on so many levels, but he shoved it deep down and kissed back desperately, giving as good as he got. He wrenched at his hands, not liking being pinned down; wanting to make Kippei make those delicious sounds he usually made, but he had the odd feeling he wasn't going to get to do as much as usual. Still, he got one hand free and slid it down the length of Kippei's body in a slow, idle caress, kneading his hips when he got to it before going down between his legs and smirking.

"I'll take that as a yes then shall I?"

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Was Shinji actually expecting him to talk? Kippei growled and decided there were better uses for Shinji's mouth, like a lot more kissing. Shinji's hands were perfect, wonderful, and so much better when he could touch back, returning the long slow sweep of hands down Shinji's body, stopping to trace the lines of bone and muscle, feeling and searching and caressing every little plane and ridge and hollow of the slender frame. His hips made almost unconscious little thrusts against Shinji's hand, and he groaned at the feeling of friction even as he let his own hand drift lower, over the angles of Shinji's hips and down to grasp his erection, stroking firmly, fiercely pleased that he could, that Shinji was letting him, that he could give Shinji that same feeling. God, yes, good.

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It shouldn't have been surprising, but a startled groan made its way from Shinji's lips and his eyes flew open, staring at Kippei and then slowly his gaze dropped down and it really didn't make sense, that sight, but he could feel it...god, yes, he could feel it. Tachibana Kippei was stroking his cock. Hot damn. Shinji's own hand tightened in response, tugging gently, too shocked to think of doing much else. He was sure nothing was really meant to feel this good. It certainly had never felt this damn good before, but he had never been so completely in love and lust before. He loved the incoherancy of it all; the growls and groans and skin on hot skin as if he were flushed with fever. He smiled at that and got his other hand free, caressing the ide of Kippei's face while showering him in light, teasing kisses.

"You're my sickness and my medicine."

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Kippei shuddered as Shinji's hand tightened around him, holding back a groan of his own, but damn, it was sexy when Shinji made that sound. The light little kisses on his face and neck were just as bad, tiny coals of fire in the midst of general heat. He was hot, he couldn't remember being this hot and burning up, his skin scorching everywhere Shinji touched him. People must die from this sometimes, just absolutely melt away.

He leaned down to fasten his mouth on the side of Shinji's neck as he quickened his strokes, wanting Shinji to make that noise again, wanting to hear the sounds of pleasure and know that it was because of him. He sucked hard on the skin as he kept stroking Shinji's cock, still moving against Shinji in the same kind of rhythm--it all fed into each other, what he was doing and what Shinji did making a connection, a sense of sharing that went back and forth and hell, fuck yes, this was what he wanted.

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Oh hell. Shinji's free hand tangled in the short strands of Kippei's hair, tugging ineffectually as heat, hot and stinging bloomed in his neck and man that was going to leave a mark and Ina would know what it was immediately and Shinji just did not fucking care; just wanted more. He was completely unaware of the throaty groans he couldn't swallow, damn near hypnotised by the rhythm of it; the perfect synchronisation. Everything about Kippei just fit; was so exactly everything he had ever wanted. He tugged, pulling Kippei up and kissing him hard.

"I love you," he told him rather breathlessly. "Everything. Love you."

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"Everything," Kippei agreed, voice hoarse and raspy and just as breathless as Shinji. He licked apologetically at the mark he'd made, and buried his face in the curve of Shinji's neck as they moved together, groaning a little himself because god, he was so close, so fucking close and it felt so good, perfectly right and good beyond anything.

"Shinji," he gasped, meaning yes, and I love you, and you're gorgeous and a hundred other things he couldn't say right now, and then he was coming, his grip tightening around Shinji's cock as his body arched with release. God, yes. Everything.

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Shinji felt hot sticky wetness on his fingers and his stomach and his thigh and he clenched his eyes shut, feeling his own body react and coming hard in Kippei's hand. It felt so. damn. good. And Kippei was talking with his name again and that was just perfect. Shinji just lay there, struggling for breath, eyes closed while he lazily pet Kippei's hair. After a few minutes he lazily lifted his hand and stared at the cum on it, then equally as lazily licked it off with a pleased hum in the back of his throat. Kippei tasted damn good.

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Wow. Kippei felt absolutely boneless, limp against Shinji and Shinji was stroking his hair, which was weird, but... nice. No one had ever done that before. He lay with his eyes closed, smiling slightly, and just breathed with Shinji for a minute. That was the best sex of his life, right there, and it had to be just because it was Shinji.

He opened his eyes a crack when Shinji stirred, watching intently as fuck, he was licking his hand. That was extremely hot. He raised his own hand and licked it experimentally, and decided that he rather liked the taste of Shinji, but still... licking his own hand wasn't nearly as hot. He reached for Shinji's instead, bringing it down and licking it clean with intense, careful concentration.

"Mmmm," he decided, purring as he finished and let Shinji's hand go, looking smug.

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Shinji just stared, wide-eyed. He was sure he must be hallucinating or something, still on a natural high, but he could feel each hot slick lick of Kippei's tongue across his hand and damn it that was just about the hottest damn thing he had ever seen. After a few minutes he snatched up Kippei's hand and it was damn weird licking up his own mess but he didnt mind it, in the end, because he was licking Kippei's hand and his fingers and hell yeah that was a good thing.

"You." Lick. "Are making me." Another. "Very fucking hard." Lick, lick. "Again!"

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Kippei blinked at him, lazily, as if he didn't know what Shinji was talking about. The smirk was just faintly there, at the corner of his mouth.

"Mmm?" he said again, more of a question this time. He felt very sated, enough so that even though he getting a bit aroused again himself, it didn't have the edge it had before, and he was willing to take the time to tease Shinji a bit first, as if he had no idea what he was doing to him.

The licking, that was very good, and he bent his head to lick slow broad stripes across Shinji's abdomen, working his way up to Shinji's chest and paying special attention to his nipples, stopping to take one between his teeth, biting lightly, while his hand slid up sneakily to toy with the other, rubbing the hard nub and stroking his palm over it. He was having fun, betrayed by the glint in his eye as he glanced up for Shinji's reaction.

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Fucking tease! Shinji glared at him, or tried to but every time Kippei's tongue touched his skin he felt his skin heat ridiculously in its wake and then the damned man went and bit his damn nipple and there were fingers, so obviously toying with him it was infuriating, and yet he loved every second of it. He was too stunned to say anything at all, absorbed completely in feeling it, in just letting Kippei do whatever the hell he wanted. There was a glint in his eyes that said Kippei was having fun, regardless of how nonchalant he appeared. Shinji was flushed, a pink tint over most of his skin as he pushed himself up on his elbows and traced a shaking hand down the side of Kippei's face while he panted for breath. At last he gave in and collapsed back against the blankets again with a heady groan.

"You're incorrigable!"

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Kippei grinned smugly, and licked a path up Shinji's breastbone to the hollow of his throat, purring to himself. This was more like it. Touching, tasting, feeling to his heart's content, everything he'd ever wanted and never even known he wanted all wrapped up in this one perfect package of lithe limbs and hidden strength and smooth skin, enigmatic eyes and sexy hair and it was Shinji, more perfect than he could ever have imagined.

His hand smoothed over Shinji's side, down to his hip, rubbing absently with his thumb while he sucked gently on Shinji's collarbone, taking his time, slow and sweetly just exploring, learning, wanting with all the time in the world to have it.

"Mmmm... I love you," he murmured, nuzzling, and somehow it was easier to say this time.

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Shinji sighed, content, and he curled around until he could wrap himself around Kippei, feeling hot and bothered and entirely too good. Kippei's hands should be illegal...but he was very happy they weren't. His own hands stroked lazily up and down Kippei's back, holding only loosely. It was a heady feeling, the degree to which he was in love with Kippei.

"Me too. I love you too."