[ If Akashi particularly cared for it, he would probably have stated for the record that he had not, in fact, taken a complete look through Rakuzan's basketball roster before deciding to attend the school. He hadn't particularly felt a need to — seeing the team and school culture, as well as the facilities, had been enough for him to make a decision. He knows that some people try and seek out their destined soulmates by looking through attendance lists and whatnot (he'd caught Midorima attempting to deny he was doing such a thing when they'd still been in the process of deciding what high schools to go off to), but he's always figured that things will happen when they happen.
— and so they did, when he found the next shadow player and his soulmate in one fell swoop. Still, he has priorities, basketball comes first and soulmates come second. His first business is to persuade Mayuzumi to join the basketball team, and then, well. Whatever happens, happens, he supposes.
He's always been careful to conceal the name on his right wrist carefully, to avoid drawing eyes and preventing any unwanted speculation or attention. Today is no different; he's got a wristband on and the sleeves of his school uniform pulled down: less to hide the name underneath, more because it's beginning to get chilly and he wears his uniform properly to begin with. And he doesn't particularly feel sentimental when he climbs up the stairway to the rooftop, he's as relaxed and confident as ever. Without dawdling or engaging in any other last-minute hesitation, he opens the door leading to the rooftop and walks over to where Mayuzumi's sitting, careful to keep a pace or so between them, a comfortable enough distance. ]
Mayuzumi Chihiro... right?
[ Well, put it down in the record books for the most perfunctory first words ever spoken to your soulmate. ]
[ The muted rush of excitement of getting his way despite initial resistance coupled with the fact that he has somehow successfully gotten a hot guy to take his pants off upon their first meeting is immensely satisfying. The soulmate thing is certainly contributing to the building sense of anticipation, but honestly, Akashi can generally just appreciate somebody attractive stripping.
... Admittedly, his standards tend to be pretty high, though, so it's not like he can think of that many people he'd like to see take their pants off. Mayuzumi should probably be flattered, in the most roundabout of ways.
But Akashi's going to play it cool and not rush to follow or anything; he just goes steady, at his own pace. It's not like Mayuzumi is going to make a break for it, right? That would be incredibly awkward, given then Mayuzumi will either have to see him again in the afternoon, or ditch the meeting. ]
Out of curiosity...
[ Ah yes. We absolutely must make idle conversation as one of us takes their clothes off. That somehow makes this entire situation less absurd. ]
I've heard that people are more sensitive to when their name is touched when it's their soulmate doing it. Do you think that's true?
[ Congratulations, Mayuzumi. Congratulations. You're the harem protag now. ]
[ Waiting for Akashi is excruciating, but Mayuzumi keeps his expression as blank as he can considering how hot his face is starting to feel. It's only when Akashi's standing before him that he moves to undo his belt, gaze directed downwards. He isn't deliberately being slow about it; stripping around indifferent people in a locker room is just way different from doing it in front of a really hot guy (his soulmate!) who wants to watch.
He's never felt like his stomach's turning inside out when changing after practice like he does from having Akashi's eyes on him when his pants slip down to pool at his feet, that's for sure. Especially when that absurdly cliche leading question Akashi just asked circles around in Mayuzumi's head like a dog chasing its own tail. ]
That's what I've heard too, yeah. I guess it could be true.
[ His shirttails are in the way, so he slides them up with one hand, revealing a hint of bare abdomen as well as hips and everything else swathed by the snug dark grey of his boxer briefs. Basketball's helped him get into decent shape, so really, there's nothing about what Akashi's getting an eyeful of currently that Mayuzumi feels insecure about him seeing.
Even so, he does hesitate for a split-second on whether to pull his underwear down too, instead tugging the leg up with his other hand to reveal Akashi's name, the deep red characters inscribed on Mayuzumi's inner thigh perversely close to his dick. He tilts his hips and spreads his legs a little to show it off clearly, trying not to think about just how lewd a pose he's in at the moment and failing miserably.
He swallows, shoulders resting against the wall. The destination Akashi's question guides them both to is obvious, and Mayuzumi's skeptical that it's not on purpose; he really shouldn't say it, not here, not now. Not when they've only just met and are near total strangers who barely know each other beyond their matching names and the most superficial details. Not when they could end up the topic of juicy gossip if someone were to interrupt them. Not when it's almost guaranteed things will go downhill if he says it. ]
...Do you want to find out?
[ But in defiance of all common sense is how Fate works, doesn't it? ]
[ Akashi's probably not helping the atmosphere with his blatant staring. Akashi's probably not helping by being the instigator here in general, but he understands very well that there's a certain tension that comes with being watched. Although honestly, "ogled" might be a more accurate descriptor for what Akashi's doing.
... He supposes it's somewhat rude to keep making the comparison, but it was hard to not assume that somebody with a similar talent as Kuroko would be very similar in other ways, but it's nice to see that Kuroko's singular ability to work out for hours a day and somehow totally resist working up muscle mass is just a Kuroko thing. Again, Akashi has to wonder how it's possible that people find it difficult to notice Mayuzumi; he doubts that this could just be a matter of oh, that's my type (tall, dark, and senpai). People are so blind, but at least it all works out to Akashi's advantage here.
Anyway, he needs a moment to be surprised his blatant propositioning went over a lot better than he was expecting. He's far from disappointed, of course, but he only just starts thinking about the fact that the name on his wrist isn't unbearably sensitive generally speaking, but it's in a bared enough location that he feels the need to hide it from being touched often. If the rumor has some truth to it, this could end up being a serious double-edged sword, but — he'll cross that bridge when it comes to it. For now, he's really too intrigued by the offer and the implications involved.
Instead of answering with words, he just tilts his head slightly and smiles in a way that suggests "cat got the canary" before stepping forward, closing the space between them and reaching out to gently trail his pointer and middle fingers along the characters that make up his name with delicate precision. Akashi thinks he has a nice name — poetic, even. It looks even better on another person. ]
[ Mayuzumi realizes he's made a major mistake the second Akashi's fingertips brush against his skin; even if it was his unmarked thigh it would be pretty sensitive to touch him there, especially after all of Akashi's staring, but the contact with the name is like lightning crackling through Mayuzumi's nerves. At least he's able to keep his response to a shuddering gasp rather than something much more vocal and embarrassing, fingers curling under and going white-knuckled, hips twitching, a sudden wave of light-headedness hitting him from blood rushing down in his body. If Akashi keeps touching him like this his body's reaction will get really visible, really quickly.
His head bows, hair shading over his eyes, strands brushing against cheeks that feel incredibly warm. And speaking of warmth, Akashi's so close that Mayuzumi can feel the heat of his body even beyond the fingers that burn his skin, close enough to kiss. ]
It's, ah, i-it's...
[ He licks his lips, struggling to articulate; stringing words together's causing him some major trouble. Any possible doubts that Akashi's his soulmate just got entirely erased, and it's starting to really hit home just how binding this connection between them really is...and just how far control of the situation has slipped away from Mayuzumi, just how caught up in Akashi's pace he's gotten to bring them to this shamelessly inappropriate point. ]
[ If Akashi could have disclaimered this entire incident, it would be with something like: Seriously, The Endgame Wasn't Supposed to be Public Indecency, I Just Got Carried Away. But he's not complaining about where this had led to in the least — if anything, the fact that he didn't expect the connection to be so immediate has made the entire thing all the more exciting, and all the more interesting. After this is all done with, there's going to be a lot of "in retrospect, I should have expected this from somebody who is literally my soulmate" — but for now, there's just this budding sense of self-satisfaction that's rather pleasing, mixed in with a sort of comfortable ease that he normally doesn't feel immediately around other people.
Maybe it's because Mayuzumi hasn't minced his thoughts with Akashi at all. His words themselves might not lend much for comfort, but the fact that he's so bluntly truthful is.
Akashi's smile widens as he brushes his fingertips against his name again, in the opposite direction this time, retracing his steps backwards. ]
It's... what, exactly? I'm afraid that's somewhat unclear to me.
[ He probably shouldn't tease so heavily, but he can't help it. For some reason, he really wants to test his boundaries right now. ]
[ It's not any easier to take the second time; if anything, it's worse when Mayuzumi's still reeling from that first pass. He has to bite his lip to muffle a groan, still stubborn about not vocally humiliating himself even when teenage hormones and the soulmate bond work against him. It's impossible to hide that he's starting to get hard thanks to how pleasant the sensation of Akashi's fingers on his skin is; and it's not even just the touch is in itself, but the illicit thrill of exposing himself like this to the hands of a guy who's frankly smoking hot, of engaging in something so intimate where they could get caught.
That someone can wreck Mayuzumi's aloof front so easily and make him so vulnerable so fast is exhilarating and infuriating and a little terrifying, a mixed reaction that's kind of like how he finds Akashi's pleased-with-himself grin both tremendously sexy in its confidence yet so obnoxiously smug he wants to wipe it off the guy's face, particularly after that teasing verbal prompt.
...Which is what makes his hand shoot out to grab Akashi's just below where his own name's inscribed and tug the younger guy closer firmly enough that their chests bump into each other; doing anything subtly is kind of beyond Mayuzumi's self-control at this point. ]
Find out yourself. [ Mayuzumi pants out near Akashi's ear, hand slipping up and pushing up Akashi's sleeve with it, his thumb traversing the three characters on Akashi's wrist in a bolder swipe than the touch he's been subjected to.
It's only fair for this to go both ways too. And he wants to know if Akashi will be just as affected as he is, or if he's going to be at a major league disadvantage when it comes to this kind of thing. ]
[ To say that Akashi's knees go weak is honestly an understatement; it's more like the only thing that that stops him from buckling entirely is sheer last-minute force of will kicking him and absolutely refusing to allow himself to literally get tripped up in front of somebody he's just met. Even worse is the fact that he lets out this stupidly breathy sound at the touch, something that's just a little too close to a moan for his tastes — it feels like he might lose at his own game, and if there's one thing that Akashi is fundamentally incompatible with, it's the idea of losing.
Once he's regained enough composure to look up, he gives Mayuzumi his best attempt at a self-assured smirk, although he might have to bite a bit at the inside of his lip to make the expression come out mostly right and attempt to slide his wrist out of Mayuzumi's hold with as much subtlety as he can manage. ]
It... certainly is a sensation that needs to be felt to be understood.
[ Akashi feels like it should be taken as quite impressive, the fact that he managed to deliver that full sentence smoothly, because his heart is still going a mile a minute and he can practically feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins. It'd be dangerous to get hooked on this feeling, but very much tempting, and —
Maybe he should find a way to secure the name on his wrist more carefully. He really doesn't want Mayuzumi using this against him at inopportune moments, when grabbing somebody by the wrist is so much more innocuous than him just kind of... reaching in between Mayuzumi's legs and touching his thigh, which looks just as blatant as just going straight for his dick to begin with. Speaking of which, seeing as his hands are in the general vicinity, Akashi chances upon "accidentally" wandering a bit, moving down Mayuzumi's leg a bit as a totally blatant decoy before honing in on Mayuzumi's crotch in a way that has to be completely deliberate, given the fact that he doesn't just touch but strokes. ]
[ That sound Akashi makes is just as effective as a touch in turning Mayuzumi on; suddenly he completely understands where that uptick in Akashi's smugness a moment ago came from. Getting under someone's skin enough to provoke a less than guarded reaction is damned exciting, especially when it's not just any hot guy, not even just his soulmate, but someone who has that confident aura that suggests he's used to things going his way.
Has anyone else experienced a split-second of vulnerability like that out of the famed Generation of Miracles captain? A surge of possessiveness so strong and sudden that it catches him off-guard sure hopes not. Mayuzumi wants to keep something that fascinating entirely to himself.
And since Akashi's his soulmate...Mayuzumi kind of can, can't he? He's outright entitled to feel that way, because isn't that how this fated connection, someone-exists-just-for-you thing is supposed to work?
The younger guy trying to play it off as if he didn't just respond in an incredibly sexy way kind of irritates Mayuzumi though, making him want to push further instead of relent and the fingers brushing over Akashi's wrist more stubborn. Akashi's palm sliding so blatantly against his rapidly growing hardon doesn't do a thing to make common sense kick back in, either; instead he really can't help but quietly groan, experiencing a major setback in his own internal battle of pride versus arousal.
...But it feels too good to be touched like this for him to get choked up about that for long, even if his eyes are narrowed and his flushed face clings to frowning. ]
Yeah...but how about this one?
[ He doesn't even think twice about it, leaning in with a tilt of his head to steal a kiss; he's not the most accomplished at this seeing as how he's...never made out with anyone else in his life and it means their mouths press together too hard at first, but the desire he's been stubborn about expressing verbally is all there and it makes that contact downright fiery. ]
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... Admittedly, his standards tend to be pretty high, though, so it's not like he can think of that many people he'd like to see take their pants off. Mayuzumi should probably be flattered, in the most roundabout of ways.
But Akashi's going to play it cool and not rush to follow or anything; he just goes steady, at his own pace. It's not like Mayuzumi is going to make a break for it, right? That would be incredibly awkward, given then Mayuzumi will either have to see him again in the afternoon, or ditch the meeting. ]
Out of curiosity...
[ Ah yes. We absolutely must make idle conversation as one of us takes their clothes off. That somehow makes this entire situation less absurd. ]
I've heard that people are more sensitive to when their name is touched when it's their soulmate doing it. Do you think that's true?
[ Congratulations, Mayuzumi. Congratulations. You're the harem protag now. ]
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He's never felt like his stomach's turning inside out when changing after practice like he does from having Akashi's eyes on him when his pants slip down to pool at his feet, that's for sure. Especially when that absurdly cliche leading question Akashi just asked circles around in Mayuzumi's head like a dog chasing its own tail. ]
That's what I've heard too, yeah. I guess it could be true.
[ His shirttails are in the way, so he slides them up with one hand, revealing a hint of bare abdomen as well as hips and everything else swathed by the snug dark grey of his boxer briefs. Basketball's helped him get into decent shape, so really, there's nothing about what Akashi's getting an eyeful of currently that Mayuzumi feels insecure about him seeing.
Even so, he does hesitate for a split-second on whether to pull his underwear down too, instead tugging the leg up with his other hand to reveal Akashi's name, the deep red characters inscribed on Mayuzumi's inner thigh perversely close to his dick. He tilts his hips and spreads his legs a little to show it off clearly, trying not to think about just how lewd a pose he's in at the moment and failing miserably.
He swallows, shoulders resting against the wall. The destination Akashi's question guides them both to is obvious, and Mayuzumi's skeptical that it's not on purpose; he really shouldn't say it, not here, not now. Not when they've only just met and are near total strangers who barely know each other beyond their matching names and the most superficial details. Not when they could end up the topic of juicy gossip if someone were to interrupt them. Not when it's almost guaranteed things will go downhill if he says it. ]
...Do you want to find out?
[ But in defiance of all common sense is how Fate works, doesn't it? ]
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... He supposes it's somewhat rude to keep making the comparison, but it was hard to not assume that somebody with a similar talent as Kuroko would be very similar in other ways, but it's nice to see that Kuroko's singular ability to work out for hours a day and somehow totally resist working up muscle mass is just a Kuroko thing. Again, Akashi has to wonder how it's possible that people find it difficult to notice Mayuzumi; he doubts that this could just be a matter of oh, that's my type (tall, dark, and senpai). People are so blind, but at least it all works out to Akashi's advantage here.
Anyway, he needs a moment to be surprised his blatant propositioning went over a lot better than he was expecting. He's far from disappointed, of course, but he only just starts thinking about the fact that the name on his wrist isn't unbearably sensitive generally speaking, but it's in a bared enough location that he feels the need to hide it from being touched often. If the rumor has some truth to it, this could end up being a serious double-edged sword, but — he'll cross that bridge when it comes to it. For now, he's really too intrigued by the offer and the implications involved.
Instead of answering with words, he just tilts his head slightly and smiles in a way that suggests "cat got the canary" before stepping forward, closing the space between them and reaching out to gently trail his pointer and middle fingers along the characters that make up his name with delicate precision. Akashi thinks he has a nice name — poetic, even. It looks even better on another person. ]
So... how is it?
[ That self-satisfied smile widens. ]
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His head bows, hair shading over his eyes, strands brushing against cheeks that feel incredibly warm. And speaking of warmth, Akashi's so close that Mayuzumi can feel the heat of his body even beyond the fingers that burn his skin, close enough to kiss. ]
It's, ah, i-it's...
[ He licks his lips, struggling to articulate; stringing words together's causing him some major trouble. Any possible doubts that Akashi's his soulmate just got entirely erased, and it's starting to really hit home just how binding this connection between them really is...and just how far control of the situation has slipped away from Mayuzumi, just how caught up in Akashi's pace he's gotten to bring them to this shamelessly inappropriate point. ]
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Maybe it's because Mayuzumi hasn't minced his thoughts with Akashi at all. His words themselves might not lend much for comfort, but the fact that he's so bluntly truthful is.
Akashi's smile widens as he brushes his fingertips against his name again, in the opposite direction this time, retracing his steps backwards. ]
It's... what, exactly? I'm afraid that's somewhat unclear to me.
[ He probably shouldn't tease so heavily, but he can't help it. For some reason, he really wants to test his boundaries right now. ]
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That someone can wreck Mayuzumi's aloof front so easily and make him so vulnerable so fast is exhilarating and infuriating and a little terrifying, a mixed reaction that's kind of like how he finds Akashi's pleased-with-himself grin both tremendously sexy in its confidence yet so obnoxiously smug he wants to wipe it off the guy's face, particularly after that teasing verbal prompt.
...Which is what makes his hand shoot out to grab Akashi's just below where his own name's inscribed and tug the younger guy closer firmly enough that their chests bump into each other; doing anything subtly is kind of beyond Mayuzumi's self-control at this point. ]
Find out yourself. [ Mayuzumi pants out near Akashi's ear, hand slipping up and pushing up Akashi's sleeve with it, his thumb traversing the three characters on Akashi's wrist in a bolder swipe than the touch he's been subjected to.
It's only fair for this to go both ways too. And he wants to know if Akashi will be just as affected as he is, or if he's going to be at a major league disadvantage when it comes to this kind of thing. ]
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Once he's regained enough composure to look up, he gives Mayuzumi his best attempt at a self-assured smirk, although he might have to bite a bit at the inside of his lip to make the expression come out mostly right and attempt to slide his wrist out of Mayuzumi's hold with as much subtlety as he can manage. ]
It... certainly is a sensation that needs to be felt to be understood.
[ Akashi feels like it should be taken as quite impressive, the fact that he managed to deliver that full sentence smoothly, because his heart is still going a mile a minute and he can practically feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins. It'd be dangerous to get hooked on this feeling, but very much tempting, and —
Maybe he should find a way to secure the name on his wrist more carefully. He really doesn't want Mayuzumi using this against him at inopportune moments, when grabbing somebody by the wrist is so much more innocuous than him just kind of... reaching in between Mayuzumi's legs and touching his thigh, which looks just as blatant as just going straight for his dick to begin with. Speaking of which, seeing as his hands are in the general vicinity, Akashi chances upon "accidentally" wandering a bit, moving down Mayuzumi's leg a bit as a totally blatant decoy before honing in on Mayuzumi's crotch in a way that has to be completely deliberate, given the fact that he doesn't just touch but strokes. ]
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Has anyone else experienced a split-second of vulnerability like that out of the famed Generation of Miracles captain? A surge of possessiveness so strong and sudden that it catches him off-guard sure hopes not. Mayuzumi wants to keep something that fascinating entirely to himself.
And since Akashi's his soulmate...Mayuzumi kind of can, can't he? He's outright entitled to feel that way, because isn't that how this fated connection, someone-exists-just-for-you thing is supposed to work?
The younger guy trying to play it off as if he didn't just respond in an incredibly sexy way kind of irritates Mayuzumi though, making him want to push further instead of relent and the fingers brushing over Akashi's wrist more stubborn. Akashi's palm sliding so blatantly against his rapidly growing hardon doesn't do a thing to make common sense kick back in, either; instead he really can't help but quietly groan, experiencing a major setback in his own internal battle of pride versus arousal.
...But it feels too good to be touched like this for him to get choked up about that for long, even if his eyes are narrowed and his flushed face clings to frowning. ]
Yeah...but how about this one?
[ He doesn't even think twice about it, leaning in with a tilt of his head to steal a kiss; he's not the most accomplished at this seeing as how he's...never made out with anyone else in his life and it means their mouths press together too hard at first, but the desire he's been stubborn about expressing verbally is all there and it makes that contact downright fiery. ]