arithmophile:

aightgameon:

arithmophile:

aightgameon:

N!Factorial that hurt.

Just factor the hollowskulled hectopascal and get it over with.

How about you just stay out of it for now?

Whatever. Glad 2 know you got over me fast.

Oh don’t sulk.

notthesentimentioustype:

The feeling of the other’s tongue was familiar and foreign all at once, and his own tentatively moved up, against it, testing, tasting-it reminded him a bit of their first kiss, but this was less sudden, more comfortable. No fear in this, none of the anxiety of their first encounter-and he felt it too, the click, and another soft sound escaped him, happy, because somehow he knew that Kariya had felt it too. And nothing, nothing had ever felt more right to him than this, this exact moment.

Their fingers twined together, and he was curling his own, thumb brushing against Kariya’s skin, head tipping back to deepen the kiss. Natural, very natural-there was no pain in this, no sudden, sharp agonies, no threats of blacking out, or worrying about being Erased in the middle of things. No math problems to remember. Just the taste of the other man on his tongue, the smell of him in his lungs, the feel of him against him-a perfect fit.

Hell. They were just perfect for each other. Maybe they hadn’t been back then, but things were different now and damn if Kariya didn’t feel amazing about the current situation.

Sure, it was just a kiss, but there was more to it. And though he wasn’t really…sure how to put it into words, he just knew how this felt and…

He shifted slightly, pulling the other to rest more on top of him, so he could lay flat against the mattress. The Conductor broke the kiss, but only for a moment, getting a good breath before kissing him again. He just couldn’t help himself.

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arithmophile:

aightgameon:

N!Factorial that hurt.

Just factor the hollowskulled hectopascal and get it over with.

How about you just stay out of it for now?

arithmophile:

…

…

Can I make a no-relationships-with-coworkers rule and then Xclude myself?

notthesentimentioustype:

The more solid the kiss became, the more he melted into it, head tipping back, lips just slightly parted against the other’s-a silent invitation, hands slipping through the man’s hair with a soft, pleased sound. Yes, this, this was what he had been needing, craving; he was pliant in Kariya’s hands, relaxed, and any hesitation there had been before was gone now. After all, what did he have to lose? Nothing; absolutely nothing. His back was arching, and his breath caught-even this far, they’d done this much before, warm evening spent tangled together, one set of limbs twined with the other, and the mornings had found them trying to sleepily discern whose bits were whose. And while that had been wonderful, there was something…more this time, something needier in the way they held each other, in the crash of their lips. Something less cautious-and he liked it, liked it quite a lot.

Nothing to lose, only to gain. It was reminiscent of those lazy afternoons that turned into nights in some ways, but there was more to it. Something new and even better and hell if he was going to let a second of this slip past.

He eagerly accepted the silent offer, tracing the blonde’s lower lip with his tongue before sliding it into his mouth. The redhead had to tilt his head a little to make them better fit together and it was in that instant that everything just seemed to click.

Kariya’s free hand found Beat’s, twining the fingers together as he gave a soft sigh though his nose. This. This was what he had been looking for all along, what he had wanted and everything just felt so right.

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arithmophile:

Positive, I know. I’m trying 2 improve, but years of antisocial and borderline psychotic behavior’s makin’ it hard 2.

HEY! I ain’t WEIRD. I just have some uncommon traits: such let me Bcome Composer!!! So take that weird an’ shove it up your ass.

[He sticks his tongue out, making a thumbs-down.]

Nah, man. I insist. [He pushes the other on the shoulder a bit harshly, smirk growing.] Come on. Lemme hear ya.

I’m pretty sure we did that that weird and shove it up my ass early last week.

And other times before that.

[shakes his head]

Man, I’m gonna punch you if you keep it up.

arithmophile:

I did! I just… didn’t word it well I guess.

[He rubs the back of his neck.]

Euler. You’ve had a crush on me for too long, though. I mean, who the hell waits five years? Did you not want 2 deal with the possible rejection? When I was still wet behind the ears, I probably woulda agreed.

[He shrugs b4 slapping the other on the shoulder.]

Come on, now! Don’t give me that look. Y’got 2b zetta proud of your rejection.

Hold your chest high and shout I HAVE BEEN REJECTION BY THE GOD OF SHIBUYAAA. …shouting always helps.

To be fair, you fucking suck at words.

Numbers, you’re a pro but words? Not your thing. Clearly.

I dunno man, I felt like I didn’t know you well enough back then. You were…kinda just that weird kid I had to train.

But shit, things changed and by then it was probably already too late.

[SNORTS]

I ain’t yelling shit. I’ll just take the rejection with grace, thanks.

notthesentimentioustype:

aightgameon:

Koki Kariya had spent several lifetimes forgetting, or at least trying to forget. It wasn’t until this most recent set of decades he had started deciding to remember again. And this moment was one he definitely wanted to remember.

Having Beat so close, so needy, so desperate to just be within this moment was an amazing feeling. It was like he was wanted, shit even like he was needed, something he didn’t think he’d ever feel again once he came to Shibuya.

But here he was, laying on his bed with his arms around the Reaper he had trained and holding him as close as he could and tipping his head down just enough to brush his lips against the blonde’s.

And Beat did need Kariya, a realization that was settling in slowly; it was somewhat akin, he could only imagine, to being submerged in water for a very long time. So long that your limbs begin to shiver, and your lungs begin to ache, too long, and you’re dizzy, and dazed, and it begins to be hard to orient yourself, to find the way to the surface-and then, then…that moment when your head breaks the surface. When that first, sweet breath rushes in, and the world starts to clear up again.

That’s what this moment was, for Beat. That slight brush of lips against his, it was a breath of air he hadn’t known he needed, a rush of relief to a drowning boy that hadn’t even realized he’d been submerged in the first place. And before he knew it, he was leaning into it, closer, a firmer kiss, because fleeting touches wouldn’t do-right now, he needed something very solid, very real. He needed Kariya. 

Kariya knew he needed the other just as badly, he just hadn’t known the relief would come from Beat. But fuck was he happy it did. He really did like Beat, like a lot, and to feel just how perfect this moment was…

It was amazing.

So he pressed back a little more into the kiss, his grip on the younger teen becoming a little more solid, more real. They’d been washed away in some horrible ocean of loneliness and finally finding dry land within one another.

arithmophile:

Ugh, no I… tch! Fine.

Fine. Look:

Koki, you’re my friend. I idolized you when I was a younger Reaper, but only for a month. “Friendship” in itself is a hard enough concept for me, and I don’t know why you’d want 2 ruin something like that.

So 2 summarize: don’t h8 me, don’t hit me, but “us” ain’t going 2 happen. It just ain’t, a’ight? I’m sorry an’… ugh…

I don’t know what 2 say.

You could have just said that in the first place.

I understand not wanting to ruin our friendship. It’s why I’ve never said anything about this crush.

…You didn’t need to try and make up excuses man.

Especially such weak ones.

[Gives him a small smile]

arithmophile:

I’m not totally tasteless! Yeah, Konishi’s my type—but not the insane fruitloop we have. The cold, well-composed sociopath that makes me worry for my very existence!

I like the thrill, breaking that icy layer n2 the soft underneath and…

Digits, Koki. You’re so zetta masculine, an’ b4 long you’re going 2 want 2 try an’ B top player, and I just won’t have that. I don’t want 2b in a relationship with two parts that never quite fit.

I’m glad you’re backin’ me up! Don’t get me wrong, I value you a factoring ton—but do you really want 2b in a relationship with me?

You.

You are that insecure that you’re concerned about me wanting to top you?

First of all that takes too much effort on my part

Please tell me you’re fucking joking.

theserpentinecrescendo:

((MY HAND IS KILLING ME))

[[Have you seen my bitching about not-cravats and ZIPPERS ON LABCOATS on my personal blog?

scream and rips face off

GOOD LUCK BB]]

notthesentimentioustype:

The moment the bobby pins were gone, Beat’s fingers were curling, tangling, running through Kariya’s hair, slipping through the strands, re-familiarizing himself with the feel of them. That’s what this whole thing felt like, really; re-getting-to-know Kariya. The feel of him, the smell of him, the sound of him. It was something he hadn’t realized he’d been beginning to forget until it was here, in front of him, tangible and real. There was a relief in it, relief from a panic he hadn’t known he’d felt in the first place, the fear of forgetting what this was like. Could he ever really? He didn’t know, didn’t ever want to test it. 

“I really missed you too. A lot.” And the words caught in his throat, something thick there that he had to swallow hard to bypass-what was it? A feeling he couldn’t quite put his finger on, lashes lifting half-lifting as Kariya kissed his forehead. The touch to the back of his neck had him tipping his head back, made him shiver a little the skin there sensitive, sending a slow flush to his cheeks. “A whole lot.” And it was almost a whimper, an unspoken need in his tone-because really, though he might act tough, the time had been rough on him. He’d been in a different ‘verse, lost, no idea how to get home, terrified, and alone. Utterly alone, with no one to trust, no one to run to, because the entire world had been upside down, so disorienting. But he wasn’t there anymore. He was here, with Kariya, safe, very safe, and he never wanted to feel like that again, wanted to keep this feeling in its place. Whatever this feeling might be.

Koki Kariya had spent several lifetimes forgetting, or at least trying to forget. It wasn’t until this most recent set of decades he had started deciding to remember again. And this moment was one he definitely wanted to remember.

Having Beat so close, so needy, so desperate to just be within this moment was an amazing feeling. It was like he was wanted, shit even like he was needed, something he didn’t think he’d ever feel again once he came to Shibuya.

But here he was, laying on his bed with his arms around the Reaper he had trained and holding him as close as he could and tipping his head down just enough to brush his lips against the blonde’s.

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arithmophile:

That’s… kinda a long time 2 keep a crush secret.

Well, not very secret, I guess, I just kinda—ignored the signs an’…

Euler, Koki. I just don’t really feel that way.

If I have an actual lover, I want them 2b zetta sexy, with some lovely sine curves. You’re attractive an’ all but—I don’t want 2 only B able 2 factor you for the rest of my existence.

No, no of course not. You’d rather have a woman like Konishi. Shit you probably don’t even care whatever your woman would be like, as long as she’s got big tits and a nice ass, right? When I’ve been behind you since you fucking became a Reaper.

But I understand, who would want me when you can get a pussy instead.

I totally understand.

notthesentimentioustype:

Ahh, nothing was better than that-the feeling of Kariya’s hand smoothing its way up his bare back, making his spine curve to press him closer against the man, head tipping back just slightly; it was soothing, but warm, and it had him swallowing a bit, muscles tensing and relaxing beneath the fingers on his skin. Without thought, he was taking things out of Kariya’s hair, tossing them off the bed-the man could find them later. Right now, he very much wanted to run his fingers properly through his hair, which he couldn’t do with it all styled up. 

Beat found that a lot of the things he was doing were completely thoughtless-it didn’t require thought, it was just instinct, an easy, familiar situation. They’d done this a hundred times before, more, even. His lips were sweeping along Kariya’s jaw, soft and smooth, ghosts of kisses against his skin, the blond’s eyes peacefully closed, blond hair ruffled. Yes-this was the perfect way to be welcomed back. He wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Kariya certainly didn’t mind. He could find the bobbypins later. Really, those hands in his hair were way too nice, too comforting, to pass up anyways. “Mm..” Those barely there kisses were perfect, foreign and familiar all at once. He could feel the other’s heartbeat through his chest, thudding against his own torso. Or maybe that was his own heart quickening.

“Beat, man…I really missed you.” He sighed, tugging the other a little closer, tilting his head down to kiss the other’s forehead. His fingers sliding over the back of the blonde’s neck.

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notthesentimentioustype:

There was something so comfortable, so relaxed and peaceful about the entire thing-it’s how it always was with Kariya, as if they had all the time in the world. As if nothing would ever move them from this point in time, and they could lay here for the rest of their unlives. He thought he could be pretty happy with just that. He was pretty happy right now, anyway.

At the feeling of fingers against his bare back, he tensed for a moment-then seemed to melt into the touch with something embarrassingly akin to a soft, pleased coo, head tipping to press a very light kiss to the juncture of Kariya’s jaw and throat, fingers slipping to toy with the man’s hair softly. It was such a natural thing, this-there was no real hesitation on his end, nothing keeping him from simply melting into it, enjoying himself wholly, because there was nothing to fear with Kariya. Never had the man turned him away, rejected or harmed him, or made him feel anything less than amazing. So…why not? He certainly couldn’t think of a reason.

It was natural, he’d only hesitated because, well, it had been a long time since they had laid together like this. But, if the other was going to be comfortable and melting into it, and into him, then…

Koki slipped his hand up under the other’s shirt, flattening against his back. He continued to rub Beat’s back, giving an appreciative little groan at the fingers in his hair. Nice nice nice. This whole day was so just…perfect…

(Source: aightgameon)