[Douman seems to freeze in place, stiffening at the embrace. Why is this happening? What did they do, to warrant this? Omi is someone to toy with, to play with, have sex with, so why...why...]
[Isn't this nice? To let people believe in a lie? To let them share emotions, to entrap them within them? Why doesn't it feel nice? What is this uncomfortable sensation, this stifling, constrictive feeling?]
[Douman doesn't understand. They can't understand. There is no capability to understand...is there?]
You... [A gritting of the teeth - Douman lets out a choked noise.] Omi...
[They pull back...only to crash lips against lips.]
[Its meant to distract them from the weight of strange feelings in their chest. But it doesn't seem to be doing much at all.]
[It feels like it should help. Physical pleasures are always worthwhile, for a hedonistic soul like theirs.]
[And yet the irritation grows when nothing feels resolved. Douman breaks it finally, resting their head on Omi's shoulder, expression hidden as they murmur.]
...Let's go back to our room. [Their arms move around the other's waist, grip tightening.] Please.
[Douman doesn't even look back. They wordlessly open the door with their phone - as they enter, they start to strip piece by piece, layer by layer of their robes.]
[Feels different? It's sex. It shouldn't feel different. Its just lust, plain and simple. It should be.]
[The bite makes them shudder as they reach forward to grasp Omi by the shoulders, letting out a low exhale. Douman moves to press their lips over Omi's cheek, murmuring:]
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He steps closer and pulls them into a hug.]
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[What...?]
[What is this?]
[Douman seems to freeze in place, stiffening at the embrace. Why is this happening? What did they do, to warrant this? Omi is someone to toy with, to play with, have sex with, so why...why...]
[After a moment, Douman says, a little hoarse:]
I...don't understand.
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What do you think?
[He'll echo it back, softer, gentler.]
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[A repeat of the question. Confusion abides. And then a heat, a warmth in the cheeks, but there's a rise of anger, too, as what says next-]
Are you mocking me...?
[Why would it be anything else? Why would anyone do this to them, for any other reason?]
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[Maybe he sees a little bit of himself there, in those memories. In those dark thoughts given form.
Maybe this is something he wished somebody would've done for him back then.]
I care about you.
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[...They should be taking pleasure in this.]
[Isn't this nice? To let people believe in a lie? To let them share emotions, to entrap them within them? Why doesn't it feel nice? What is this uncomfortable sensation, this stifling, constrictive feeling?]
[Douman doesn't understand. They can't understand. There is no capability to understand...is there?]
You... [A gritting of the teeth - Douman lets out a choked noise.] Omi...
[They pull back...only to crash lips against lips.]
[Its meant to distract them from the weight of strange feelings in their chest. But it doesn't seem to be doing much at all.]
[Maybe more is needed.]
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So he lets them. He kisses back. Do they need this? Is it helping?
Is it nothing more than a distraction?
Omi is willing to follow their lead.]
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[And yet the irritation grows when nothing feels resolved. Douman breaks it finally, resting their head on Omi's shoulder, expression hidden as they murmur.]
...Let's go back to our room. [Their arms move around the other's waist, grip tightening.] Please.
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Alright. Our room.
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[They eventually tear themselves off Omi, turning to walk down the hallway towards the rooms. They aren't going to wait to see if Omi follows or not.]
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[All doing it silently the whole time.]
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He'll strip out of his own clothes.]
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[They gesture to Omi.]
Come here. [A placid smile, a pause.] I want you.
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Do you?
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[Again, silence. Their hands grip the blankets.]
We do this often, Omi. It shouldn't be any different, now.
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[Still, he cups Douman's cheek to them, light and soft. Before moving down, biting at their neck and leaving a mark.]
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[The bite makes them shudder as they reach forward to grasp Omi by the shoulders, letting out a low exhale. Douman moves to press their lips over Omi's cheek, murmuring:]
...Take me however you wish.