#(and ichiro if you frame it a certain way lol)

[akkivee]

do you think with ghost gentaro’s lack of care towards the people’s lives he’s ruined and ghost dice purposely manipulating people’s lives into further ruin would get along 🥺👉👈

[miyacchis]

Notes from a Con Man - Musical Great Pretender Stage Report Act 1

This is a bit extremely rambly, but I want to give some description of the distinguishing features of the staged version of Great Pretender as compared to the anime, although my plan is not to give a complete recap of the plot, as I’m sure anyone who is choosing to read this has watched the anime - or so I assume, but you know you do you. I try to control myself and keep it just to what is relevant, but I’m also a wordy bitch and that will never change, so, reader beware, I guess.

 The stage is set up with three levels (the stage level, the second floor, and the third floor where the band is). Both the stage level and second floor have a couple of rooms that can be pulled out or opened, and backgrounds are projected onto the set to create different settings. With the exception of the opening theme, which is taken from the anime, all of the music is live, and there’s very good interplay between the band and the performers, and I don’t know if I’d ever been to another show that felt so vibrant/alive/idk?

First, the biggest change made for the sake of clear storytelling on the stage is the addition of a framing device: the plot is conveyed to the audience through Edamura’s (Miyata Toshiya) narration as he tells his story to a prosecutor after the events of LA Connection. The play opens where LA Connection ends with Edamura being questioned at a police station, where it’s clear that he has been attempting for hours to convince detectives to believe the team-confidence-wild-and-wacky-adventures ™  explanation as to how he came to be in possession of a bag stuffed with foreign currency. Detectives are fed up with him and ready to go berniewiththesteelchair.jpeg on his ass. Enter Kitaoji (Kato Ryo), an elite prosecutor who seems to be on track to become attorney general, although it is unclear to those at the police station why he would take interest in Edamura’s case. 

Edamura is initially reluctant to open up to Kitaoji (Kato Ryo), certain that he won’t be believed, but after Kitaoji quotes from Shakunetsu (side note: I had no idea that in English Shakunetsu was turned into Die Hot which is an absolutely incredible pun and I really commend the translator), Edamura thinks Kitaoji might be just the person to believe him and help him to make amends to all those he had harmed through his life of fraud. Kitaoji encourages Edamura to start at the beginning and goes to eat a piece of candy, prompting Edamura to question, “What would you do if this simple piece of candy was sold for $5 million?” at which point he begins telling his story, transporting us first to a club in Hollywood where we are introduced to the plot with Sakura Magic and, more importantly, Laurent (Miya Rurika, goddess, dressed devastatingly in green), who is identified in quick succession as a French trader, an arrogant Don Juan, and the “bastard who got me into this mess.” 

Edamura bumbles through Laurent’s plot to build hype and clinch a deal with Cassano (Otani Ryosuke) by having Abby (Yamamoto Chihiro) “test” the “drug,” while giving small asides to Kitaoji to explain the main players and reveal to him that this is all a con job, but when Edamura is called to sign the contract to supply Cassano with the drug for $5 million, he flips out, pulls Salazar’s (Mikami Ichiro) gun, and flees the club, without the excuse of believing that he had taken drugs as he did in the anime. It is also not at this point that Edamura makes the connection between Laurent and Kudo and realizes that he’s been set up (Miyata!Edamura is overall a bit less perceptive than Kobayashi!Edamura, as we shall see, although I think this was a function of simplifying aspects of the characters’ interactions for the sake of clarity for the stage). 

Kitaoji pops in and out of the story from this point, donning different costumes (an unhoused person, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, Razzie from the Shakunetsu series, etc.) to illustrate different aspects of the main characters’ conversations, and he serves as a way to get into Edamame’s head, allowing him to express what he is thinking and feeling as events in the story play out. It is in the metanarrative that we get some of these more comedic scenes, as well as additional insight into Edamura’s character as he grapples with his own identity as a scam artist and the son of a child trafficker.

After escaping Cassano’s henchmen outside the club, Edamura rejoins Kitaoji to ask if he’s following the story so far, which of course he is not (lol), so Edamura dives into how he met Laurent and came to be in LA. From here we flashback three days, joining Edamura and Kudo (Fukumoto Shinichi) in Asakusa as they spy Laurent as a potential mark. Edamura pulls the wallet-switch trick, and this scene generally follows the anime, although parts, such as the scenes showing Edamura selling water filters and Edamura and Kudo being raided by what seems to be the police, have been cut. After realizing that Laurent pickpocketed him and saw through his grift, Edamura quickly follows and catches him as he is about to depart in a cab to the airport. Just a moment to talk about this cab because it was such a cute, clever idea; it was really just a little push car driven by one of the supporting cast, and it can be disconnected in the middle, so as the driver pulls off, the back seat can be left behind, allowing the audience to watch Laurent and Edamura’s conversation as they are taken to the airport. 

Similarly to the anime, the successive scenes are nominally delivered in English, so Edamura switches to a dialect of Japanese to represent his accented English, which I mention only because Miyata discussed Edamura’s code switching with Kobayashi (Edamura’s Japanese voice actor) in an interview in vol. 51 of Stage Square and how he was concerned that he might confuse Standard Japanese and the dialect during scenes where he has to go back and forth quickly. Kobayashi reassured him that as he got into the character of Edamura Miyata would naturally fall into dialect whenever speaking to Laurent and Abby, and I’m very biased, buuuttttt throughout the run of the show, Miyata performed this beautifully, and as someone who for several years lived in the Tohoku region, the dialect of which Edamura’s accent reminded me of, his accent made me really nostalgic. 

Anywayyyyyy

After Laurent and Edamura bet on the outcome of Laurent’s upcoming “business negotiations” and it’s agreed that they will travel to LA together, the opening theme plays, the main cast is introduced, with Edamura running up and down the set to give a sense of action, the title in massive letters is lowered onto the stage, and we rejoin the main plot with Edamura trying to elude Cassano’s gang on the streets of LA by hiding behind the title. The supporting cast gives us some great background color as like random people in LA, like we’ve got some girls with Starbucks cups, some people breakdancing while simultaneously mugging a Dodgers fan, a skateboarder shouting “STREET”...for some reason. Perfect encapsulation of America *chef’s kiss*

Laurent finds Edamura and tells him to come home because he’s a good boy (😳), and Edamura is then introduced to Abby who, just as in the anime, kicks and knocks him out, after which they collect him and take him to an upscale hotel where Cynthia/Paula Dickens (Senna Ayase) is performing as a jazz singer. Laurent greets her briefly, but we don’t properly get introduced to her character until a later, very frustrating scene, but I’m not going to get started on that yet (it’s not her that’s frustrating, but it’s how they chose to have her and Edamura meet, but anyway we’ll get there). She sings “Summertime,” and it’s a lovely performance; all of her acting choices are very clearly informed by her experience in Takarazuka - she has these really dynamic, almost over-the-top movements and she uses that to her advantage to be one of the more comedic actors - and it’s really entertaining to watch.

Laurent orders them drinks; Edamura has something pink in a little martini glass, and he splutters when he tries to take a sip because he can’t handle his alcohol, which makes Laurent laugh, giving a lot of credence to Laurent’s statement soon after that he derives a lot of pleasure out of toying with naive boys like Edamura who pretend to be tougher than they really are. There’s also some funny adlib with Abby at this point where she gets brought different plates of food like fake fruit on one day and a tower of donuts on another. Laurent explains who Cassano is and the plan to defraud him and gives Edamura a notebook with a fabricated recipe for Sakura Magic, so the notebook is not part of what Edamura prepares himself when he goes later to get himself captured by Cassano to negotiate with him. Edamura has a couple of outbursts accusing Laurent and Abby of putting on airs, pretending to be carrying out justice, repeatedly interrupting the band who give him dirty looks and Shi-won, dressed as one of the saxophonists, loudly blows the saxophone back at him, and this prompts Laurent to be like nah we’re getting too much attention here let’s continue this back at the hotel. 

The hotel scene is fairly similar to the anime, but once Edamura is left alone, we get the first instance of him thinking about his family as he reflect on what Laurent had to say about how people don’t always believe the truth that is in front of them as they would rather believe whatever is most convenient. He flashes back to his family going home together after his father finished a case (the hotel room is on the second floor with his mom and dad entering on the stage level; the younger version of Edamura is done in voice over), and of course they seem like a happy family, although it’s interesting that what his dad has to say about ethics was cut from the script. The scene focuses more on Edamura idolizing his father as a great lawyer.

Okay, so we’ve finally come to the scene I absolutely hated and did not think was necessary, after Edamura leaves the hotel room. He is approached by three unhoused persons, one of whom he at first thinks is Kitaoji coming to interrupt the narrative again, but he soon realizes that they are “real homeless.” It was really just a disgusting, cruel stereotype; one of them is playing with a rat they found, another is acting like a junkie, and the ringleader is trying to get money off of him because they haven’t eaten in three days and then they steal his little Toyotomi Hideyoshi figurine and play keepaway with it and don’t stop until Cynthia/Paula Dickens (at this point she’s Paula tho so I’m going to refer to her that way) enters and is like knock it off. So that’s how they meet. Cool. They could easily have come up with something else and they just didn’t.

But, anyway, since he got his figurine back, he explains to Paula that his hobby is collecting capsule toys, and during his explanation, a gacha machine is projected up on the stage, out of which comes Kitaoji dressed as Toyotomi, followed by a bunch of other figures from Japanese history. This part always got a pretty good laugh out of the audience, and I think it was a pretty cute way to stage it. Paula insists they go to dinner together, so she can hear more about Toyotomi, and the capsule toy figurines all follow to a diner (serving “breadfast” 24hrs lol) where Shi-won is dressed as someone named Ricardo. The figurines all start to get drunk, while “Ricardo” fixes Edamura and Paula some tacos; meanwhile Edamura explains that Toyotomi began as a simple peasant, but because of his hard work and study, he was able to climb all the way to the top and unite all of Japan as a powerful lord. 

Edamura asks why she decided to help him before and he despairs that he must seem like a beaten dog, but she explains that while she might seem confident, she faces tremendous anxiety getting on stage every day, particularly as she wants to make it big as a performer but can’t expect to get the attention of a label just because she can sing a bit. (In the background, Francis Xavier is completely sloshed and ends up drinking with Ricardo) Edamura suggests that she take inspiration from Toyotomi as someone who was able to trick even his enemies into working with him and represent herself as someone more important than she is to get music producers onto her side. She seems fired up by this proposal, and she says that she’ll follow the example of Toyotomi, “Japan’s best confidence man,” which gives Edamura his own motivation to get back to trying to win the bet with Laurent. He asks Paula to wish him good luck and runs off, and we get the first dance scene with Edamura and a number of samurai as he builds up to confronting Cassano. The scene ends with him running into a video shop, presumably to rent Cassano’s movies.

Laurent and Abby are called to Cassano’s mansion - they argue if Edamura is capable of pulling off a job like this, although Laurent insists that he has a natural talent - but they are certain that he must be dead when they hear from Salazar that Edamura was taken into their custody at the airport trying to run. However, Edamura bursts onto the scene, dressed in a new Hawaiian shirt, and at this point, Miyata looks as though he has been in a swimming pool, but it’s just sweat lmao. Cassano informs them that he’s made a new deal with Edamura for $10 million, and when they ask how, we get a flashback showing how he got onto Cassano’s good side by praising Shakunetsu with Kitaoji, as Razzie, acting out scenes from the Shakunetsu movies on the second floor of the stage. Whenever Cassano hugs Edamura in these scenes, it was really funny because his jacket would get just absolutely covered in Miyata’s sweat just ugh gross lol 

Cassano’s accountant joins them and they play out the whole bit about confirming Edamura’s credentials as a pharmaceutical scientist, at which point Edamura finally realizes that Kudo is working with Laurent, when he calls Kudo to thank him for deceiving Cassano’s attorneys. After Cassano has confirmed Edamura’s identity, he takes the crew to his factory and insists that Edamura make Sakura Magic for them right there and then so that they can be sure to properly replicate his recipe. She does this the whole play, but particularly during this scene, you can really see how well Miya Rurika portrays Laurent as always calm and and in control before Edamura but as quietly losing his shit whenever he feels like they’ve been backed into a corner, and we also get some very cute like Laurent clearly being exasperated with Edamura but the two of them starting to be able to play off one another as they convince Cassano that the factory isn’t up to snuff for making Sakura Magic. 

They have to clear out because they hear someone coming, but Cassano promises that he will build a new laboratory for Edamura and entrusts his care to Salazar. The police bust in after everyone has left; Anderson does the absolute most to show off to everyone that he’s properly securing the scene, but he’s clearly relieved that Cassano slipped through their fingers once again oh my how does this keep happening oh well better luck next time. We get a proper introduction to Paula and Shi-won as members of the FBI who have come to investigate Laurent and his organization (Paula has changed into this beautifully tailored brown tweed pantsuit and she pulls it off so well), and Paula threatens to expose Anderson’s connections to Cassano if he doesn’t follow her lead.

After the scene in the factory, we return to the present in the interrogation room with Kitaoji and Edamura. Detectives bring Kitaoji additional files on Edamura, asking if the prosecutor has heard of the attorney Ozaki. They inform him that Edamura is Ozaki’s son, and Kitaoji is a bit shocked; he leaves, saying that he will review the files. The detectives collect the money before exiting the room, but not without getting in a dig at Edamura, telling him that he clearly takes after his father. Edamura is stricken by this statement, and the act ends with Edamura battling with this internal conflict. 

I don’t think anyone would want to read all of this, but if you have, thank you so much. I hope some of it at least was interesting or informative. I’m going to end there for now, as I’ve already gone on for too long, and I’ll finish writing up the second act in another post.

[darisugawa]

❝ Sorry I, uh… Walked in on your alone-time. I swear I didn’t see much. ❞ for uhhhhhhhhh Jakurai he deserves to get his meat beat

so yeah this one’s another Long One and it took me 84 years a;sldkfjAS;DLKFJ 

but tbh shoutout to @theempresskaizer who left like the nicest tag dump under my samatoki fic bc it gave me the Encouragement to finish this scenario for jakurai thank u

ANYWAY UH… this is phone sex just. straight up. so very dialogue heavy LOL

Negative Numbers

          ↪ Jakurai/Reader

Jakurai doesn’t consider himself a man of many indulgences.

He could make many excuses as to why that is, whether it’shis schedule, his lack of desire, his priorities–anything. There’s along list of things that come before his own pleasures that he has sorted downto a particular science and he’s too meticulous to stray from it at this pointin his life. Or perhaps he’s just getting old–too stubborn to strayfrom habit to fix what’s not entirely broken.

The only problem is that his current predicament might be inneed of fixing, given that it’s not the first time he’s had to deal withit in just the past two weeks.

Jakurai sighs to himself, having woken up from another dream–sovery unlike him, as seeing things in his sleep only ever means bad news.They’re not like the nightmares, at least, but he wonders if they’re worse.There is tea to drink and syringes to fiddle with when he is restless frombattle-hardened memories, but there is no quick fix to longing,indefinite as it is. Matters of the heart are confusing andfrustrating–incomprehensible and without reason. Jakurai dislikes problemsthat don’t come with decided formulas, even if he begrudgingly understands thathe’s no exception their inevitable nature.

He’d prefer it, at least, if that said longing took a moreshapeless, anonymous form. It’d be far, far easier if he didn’tassociate his desires with you.

Another sigh escapes him as he sits up, ever aware of the heatthat’s coiled up at his very core and how he strains against his pants.He’s not been a teenager for some time, but Jakurai is certain he’s notexperienced inane wet dreams in just as long. Faint images of animaginary you remain in his mind–your lips wrapped around his cock as you lookup to him, observing every reaction he gives you. The thought isn’t nearly assatisfying when he’s lucid, as the feeling ghosts along him instead ofactually providing anything of substance. Jakurai drags his legs over the sideof the bed and puts his face in his hands with a groan. He will have to takecare of this, even though a small part of him loathes putting the effort into asolution that will only last him a short while.

The clock reads 2:17 AM.

As it turns to 2:18, his phone rings.

Jakurai doesn’t bother to check the name before quicklyanswering it, hoping that maybe whoever it is may have more importantmatters to distract him with. Perhaps it’s Ichiro-kun, who’ll apologize for thelate hour but insist he needs some over-the-counter suggestions for one of hisbrothers… He considers Doppo-kun, but realizes he’d more likely be trying tosleep at this hour. Hifumi-kun should be at work, and–

“Oh, Jakurai-san? I didn’t think you’d answer at this hour.”

… Ah. This is quite the predicament.

“… It’s not very common,” he grunts out, cursing his ownluck that the very source of his distractions is just on the other end of theline. The sound of your voice sends a shiver down his spine and Jakurai pincheshis own thigh, as if reminding himself to keep his composure.

“You do sound like you’ve just woken up,” you say,sounding a little guilty. “I apologize if–”

“No,” he says, too hasty, before he shakes his head,trying to get rid of the haze. “No, I was… already awake. It’s no trouble. Whatwas it you wished to call me for?”

“You asked me for those documents a few days ago, remember?I’ve finally gotten them gathered and organized, so I figured I’d leave you avoicemail since your phone is usually off at these hours.”

“Is… that right?” he asks, just barely able to wrap his mindaround what you’re talking about. Jakurai ends up focusing so much on the soundof your voice that he can’t even comprehend what you’re saying. Goodness.

“… You sound flustered, Jakurai-san,” you say, soundingsuspicious. He shivers again at the sound of his name on your tongue. “Did I…perhaps interrupt something?”

Ah. A direct question, as always. Jakurai clears his throat,caught off guard, but he knows that alone has given him away and he wonders ifyou have that curious smile turning your lips up at this revelation. Thesilence is heavy, but you wait for his answer patiently. He swallows.

“… Something like that, perhaps.”

“I see,” you say, humming to yourself on the other end. “Yetyou saw it fit to answer me right away, regardless? It makes me wonder of yourintentions, Jakurai-san.”

“Nothing unsavory, I can promise,” he insists. Not foranswering the phone, at least. “I was quite hoping for a distraction fromthis… issue of mine, actually.”

“Oh? Talking business to get your mind on other things?” youask, sounding as if you’re shifting your phone from one ear to the other. “Or…were you looking for another sort of distraction?”

Jakurai feels himself throb and uses all of hiswillpower not to curse aloud. “… Is that your offer?’’

“I wouldn’t mind. We’re good friends, aren’t we?” youinsist. “I’m a bit pent up myself… it could be mutually beneficial.’’

Mutually beneficial. It sounds so clinical, butJakurai wants to use it as a proper excuse for himself. Maybe it’s not right ofhim, but if he can rationalize he’s also helping you in the process,then he suddenly doesn’t feel so bad about it.

… Is he really so desperate that he’ll reach for anything?

“… What do you propose?”

“Hm… Will just my voice do for you?”

“Yes.”

He hears you giggle on the other end and he moves to leanback against his bed frame. This is shameless, he knows, but you areboth adults. You know him too well by now to offer him something like thiswithout knowing the consequences… of which there will be many in the aftermaththat you’ll have to talk about in extent. But just this once, Jakurai doesn’twant to consider the details–he just wants you to tell him what to do.

“Tell me then, good doctor,” you say and he hears the soundof a chair leaning back. “What were you thinking about before you picked up thephone?”

Jakurai wraps an arm around his stomach, gripping at his ownclothes. “… I was dreaming of that which I do not have.”

“And what would that be?”

He’s afraid to say it, but your gentle voice prods him,anyway. “… You.”

“Oh?” you ask, feigning surprise as you hum to yourself. Youknow exactly what you’re doing, but he’s not inclined to stop you. “That’s verycurious indeed… For you to be so riled up, I must’ve been doing somethinginappropriate, for certain.”

“… It is my own fault, to have imagined it that way.”

“Nobody’s blaming anyone, are they? I’m simply askingbecause I want to help, Jakurai-san…” you say with an even tone. “… Was it myhand? Perhaps my mouth you were thinking of?”

His hand starts to loosen its grip. “… Your mouth.”

You fake a gasp of surprise, but he doesn’t respond to itright away. “Really? You’d be so desperate for me to have a taste ofyou? Jakurai-san, I’m surprised…” You pause. “… Though I suppose being calleda god makes one long for someone to kneel before them.”

“… I’m no better than any man seeking the warmth ofanother,” he says, allowing himself to push his pants past his hips and lettingout a sigh of relief as he rids himself of restraint. “I wish to be nothingmore before you, if I may…”

“Before me? Jakurai-san, you must be joking.”

“You would need only to ask of me…” he insists, shivering ashe wraps a hand around himself, circling his thumb at the tip. “Call it worshipif you wish… I’ll confess at your altar, if only you’d be mine…”

“Dangerous words from a dangerous man, Jakurai-san,” yousay, thought you sound a little breathless. He wonders if he can have that sortof effect on you–if you long in the same way that he does. “Surely…I’ll let your words go to my head, if I’m not careful.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you,”–never to you–“So youneed not to worry… If it’s a god you wish to be, then I would make it so…”Jakurai starts to stroke himself then, sighing as he imagines your hand insteadof his own–smaller, more delicate.

“Do you always make such impossible promises?” you ask. “Itmakes me wonder what it is you expect of me…”

“I expect nothing,” he says, moving his hand in a twistingmotion. “Even if this is all you’ll give me in the end… I won’t be able tostop. I’m too far along to let go…”

He hears you sigh against his ear this time and he wondersif you’ve begun to touch yourself, too. The thought haunts him–the image ofyou messily half-dressed as you seek release with him, unable to experienceanything but your own touch. Do you wish his hands were on you instead, the wayhe does yours? Do you want him to unravel you, take you apart until you laybare beneath him in the same way?

“… You offer too much of yourself, good doctor,” you saywith a breathless laugh. “… Wouldn’t you prefer to be a little selfish? Letme take care of you…?”

He stutters out a quiet moan, speeding up his pace a little.“I dare not to hope for such things, you must realize…”

“Let me indulge you then,” you insist, your breath hitchingas you speak. “Though all you have are my words right now… You can ask mefor whatever you like, Jakurai-san.”

“… You’re all I want,” he admits, too caught up in his ownpleasure to reel himself back in. “These are desires only you could possiblysatisfy… I long only for what you and you alone can give me…”

He hears a moan from the other end and Jakurai slumps backfurther against his bed frame. You’re in your own throes of pleasure, allbecause of him and he can hardly stand that he’s not there to see ithimself. It’s quiet between you two for a moment, save for the sounds you shareover the phone, but you speak up again after a while.

“… Allow me to give you that,” you eventually tell him,short of breath and so, so close–or so he hopes. “If it’s just me youwant, then take it… I won’t stop you.”

“Please–”

“You can finish… just for me, Jakurai-san.”

For you.

His breath hitches when he feels himself spill over hishand, leaning back heavily as it trails down his knuckles. He calls your nameout in whispers, wishing so desperately that you might be here to kiss it outof his mouth. Jakurai doesn’t have such a luxury, so he at least settles forhearing you call out for him in turn as you reach your own high from the otherend. You share heavy breaths over the phone and he’s too content to want tomove from his spot, wanting to let the moment drag on for as long as possible.You’re the one who breaks the silence and he almost regrets it.

“… Was that what you were looking for, Jakurai-san?”

He doesn’t answer right away, gathering his thoughts. “…Did you mean it? When you said you wouldn’t stop me?”

You laugh in response. “As you would do the same, I wouldn’tlie to you.”

His shoulders relax and despite himself, he feels hopeful.“Perhaps my timing is terrible, but… may I see you tomorrow? We should… discusssome things.”

“Of course. I’d hate to leave you with just thoughts of me…I’m not so cruel, you know.”

“Only when you don’t feel like it,” he says, unable to helpthe chuckle that leaves his throat.

“I won’t be cruel to you, is what I mean,” you say,sounding indignant. “But… the hour is late. For now, you should rest… and wecan have our talk tomorrow.”

“… You swear it?”

“On my very soul, Jakurai-san,” you say. “I’ll come for you,worry not.”

He nods to himself, offering a hum of approval before hefinally bids you good night. You’ll come for him, you promised it, anddespite the mess he’s in, his worries are no longer there in the back of hismind.

Jakurai will see you tomorrow–perhaps things will be setback on the right path, then.

[darisugawa]

❝ Sorry I, uh… Walked in on your alone-time. I swear I didn’t see much. ❞ + ichiro + spicy if you can please 💕💕💕

i got two for this same prompt, so i figured i’d go ahead and get this done. went w/ a female reader since it was specified by one LOL

GOD THIS BAD BOY WAS A WHOPPER THO,,, PLS FORGIVE ME FOR PORN WITH ~*~FEELINGS~*~ BC ICHIRO’S A DUMB ROMANTIC AND I HATE MYSELF BC I DECIDED ON A FIRST TIME-ISH SCENARIO LMAO

Honey-sweet

     ↪ Ichiro/F!Reader

You’re so cute…

Do I fill you up real good?

I wanna feel you cum… please–

You sigh at the sound of the voice in your head, slipping afinger inside of yourself with far too much ease. If you were willing to thinkabout it, you might wonder if this is a little sad–being so riled up by themere thought of someone to the point that you even need to touchyourself. But Ichiro has been busy and neither of you have had any time alonein recent weeks, so it’s been a while to say the least.

This isn’t helped by the fact that you’ve hardly gotten pastsecond base with each other–only ever managing to clumsily explore with yourhands to find what works. To be fair, you’ve both had some good successwith that, but… when there’s still more you could be doing, it’s difficult notto yearn for it. Ichiro’s fingers always reach farther than yours andthe warmth of his body pressed against your own just isn’t possible toreplicate. You pull your shirt up, cupping one of your breasts as you slowlypump a finger in and out of yourself.

Ichiro would like seeing you like this–just in yourunderwear with your shirt pushed up. He likes making a mess of your clothes,though he’s too embarrassed to admit it. You remember how his eyes glaze overwhile watching you soak through your panties, only to hesitantly ask if he canhave a taste of you after. The first time had been a process, but Ichirois a quick learner–you’d do just about anything to have his mouth on you now.

Still, your mind can’t help but wander as you think of whatit really might be like to have him inside you–how much you’ll have tostretch around him or if he’ll even fit all of the way. You slip a secondfinger in, even if it’s not really enough, but you’ll have to make dowith what you have for now. You sigh again at the thought, speeding up yourpace just enough to keep you on edge. You lean back against the armrest of yourcouch, arching up into your own touch while you keep thinking of Ichiro,Ichiro, Ichiro–

“Ichiro…”

“Hey, sorry to–oh, shit.”

Your hand stops moving when that familiar voice sounds muchmore clear and you’re not sure what to do when you look over to see thesource of your thoughts standing stock still at your front door. The firstthing that comes to mind is that trying to pleasure yourself in your livingroom may have been a poor idea when Ichiro has a key… though on theother hand, it might just work in your favor with the look on his face. Heclears his throat before finally turning his head away.

“Sorry I, uh… walked in on your alone time,” he says. “Iswear I didn’t see much–”

“Could’ve fooled me, with how hard you were staring just asecond ago.”

Ichiro flushes red enough to match the color of his jacketand he looks to the floor, awkwardly rubbing at his neck. He probably shouldn’tbe so flustered–it’s hardly the first he’s seen you like this–but itmakes you wonder what exactly he’s thinking. There’s a silence between youbefore you decide to get up from your spot and walk over to stand in front ofhim. Ichiro looks like he’s struggling even more to keep his eyesaverted, but now you feel certain that you know where his mind is at.

“… I don’t mind it, though.”

Ichiro tenses, but he finally manages to look back to youagain. “… Yeah?” He looks hopeful and you reach out hook your fingers underthe hem of his jeans, tugging as you do your best to look convincing.

“Could we–”

“Holy shit, yes.”

Ichiro thinks it ought to be a crime for you to look thispretty between his legs. You’re even staring up at him and everything, likeyou don’t have part of his cock in your mouth while you twist your hand aroundthe other half of him. This isn’t your first time doing this, but he has towonder how you got this good so fast–or maybe it’s just been long enough thathe can’t tell the difference. He doesn’t have a good frame of reference tobegin with, but he doesn’t think that matters much in the moment. Youeventually come off of him and Ichiro whines despite himself, though youdon’t say anything about it.

“… Hey, Ichiro?”

He takes a shaky breath. “Yeah…?”

“Do you think we could try something different today?”

“Like what?”

“… I want you inside me.”

Ichiro’s face feels like it’s on fire and he thinkshe might be harder, despite not thinking it possible. It’s not like he’s goingto tell you no–like hell–but he’s so caught off guard that it has hima little nervous. He starts to nod his head, desperate to have yourattention on him again before he realizes something.

“I don’t got a condom–”

“I have some.”

… Oh.

He watches you look to the side as you explain yourself,somewhat shy. “I thought we might… eventually do something here, so… Ifigured it’d be better to have some on hand,” you say, looking back up to him. “…Y'know?”

Ichiro is fairly sure he’s hit some sort of metaphoricaljackpot in this lifetime to have you and he silently thanks whatever powersabove for it before nodding to you again. You offer a smile back to him beforestanding up and discarding your undergarments. By now you’re both comfortableshowing each other this much, but goddamn if Ichiro can’t get enough ofit. He waits, watching you as you rummage through your nightstand beforefinding what you need–turning back to him to hand him a single condom packet.

“I just kind of guessed on the size, so…”

Ichiro shakes his head as he tears the packet open, wastingno time in rolling it over the length of himself. “Nah, it’s cool. It’s notsuffocating my dick or anything, so we should be fine.”

You laugh as you straddle his lap and he kisses you eagerly,shivering as he feels you up against him. Ichiro separates from you justfor a moment, looking down at the space between you–close, but not nearly enoughcompared to where the two of you will be. He looks up to you again, swallowingdryly.

“… How do you wanna do this?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, pausing before youfinally give him an answer. “… Could I ride you?”

“Yes,” he says, too hasty at the immediate thought ofyou on top of him. He flushes to his ears. “I mean, yeah… Yeah, I’d really likethat.”

You kiss him then and it’s so, so easy to let histension wash away for just a moment. Ichiro always has to keep himself a stepabove everyone, but he can take a break with you–let you mold him back down tosomething less than his legacy where he gets to be just himself with youagain, where he doesn’t have to force himself to be more grown than he is. Helets you push him back against your bed and not for the first time, he thinksyou’re beautiful. Your cheeks turn pink when he tells you as much and helaughs.

“That sort of stuff embarrass you still?”

“You just said it out of nowhere…” you say with a pout asyou sit against his legs. He wants to say more, but you don’t give him thechance to and Ichiro’s response dies in his throat when he watches you take himin your hand and lift your hips over him–his hands gripping at your thighs asyou line his tip to your entrance. His mouth hangs open as you come down onhim, agonizingly slow, and he only breaks out of his haze when he feelsyou hit the base of him.

Ichiro props himself up on his elbows to take a better lookat you, noting the way your legs shake just a little as you let outheavy breaths. He reaches up a hand to brush your hair out of your face, focusingon his concern despite how goddamn hot it feels inside of you.

“… Does it hurt?”

“A little…” you admit, moving to sit back on him as youadjust your position. “Just give me a second… I’ll adjust.”

“Just tell me if it’s too much then, alright?” he insists,sitting up all the way so he can kiss you–gentle and unhurried as he waits.He’s somewhat relieved for it, if only because he’s sure he’d losehimself quick if you started moving too soon. You’re soft pressed upagainst his bare chest like this and he’s not sure how much time passes beforeyou nudge him on the shoulder, silently asking that he lay back.

“… I’m okay now,” you tell him, bracing your hands againsthis chest as you lean forward. You press your lips to his again and Ichiro sighsagainst your mouth. “Can I move?”

His hands rest at your hips, steady, and he nods. “Goahead.”

Ichiro gives you the go ahead, but nothing really prepareshim for how it feels for you to come off, then come back down–a slow,back-and-forth rhythm as he feels your hips fall against his over and over.He’s thought of you like this before–flushed skin and quiet moans–and hecan’t help but think you surpass anything he could think of. You’re here, warmand solid as you call out his name, doing your best to keep up with yourdesires. But despite wanting to let you lead like you’ve asked, it’s not quite enoughand Ichiro’s fingers curl into your hips a little harder, thrusting up intoyou just once. You whimper and he wonders if that’s a good sign.

“Can I do that again?” he asks, breathless.

“Yes,” you say. “God, please–”

Ichiro doesn’t wait much longer after that, groaning ashe takes the reins from you and speeding up the pace more to his liking. Hewatches for you at first, making sure you’re not finding it hard to take–butto his surprise, you’re begging for more. The angle he has you at issomewhat awkward for him, so Ichiro decides to switch positions and turns theboth of you over so he hovers over you instead. He gives an experimentalthrust, groaning again as he finds a spot that makes you whine. He wantsto ask you if it’s okay like this, but you’re pulling him down to kiss himagain and Ichiro takes that as your form of agreement.

Riding it out like this is easier, at least for this time ashe’s able to pulls your hips flush against his own and driving into you the wayhe wants most. Your sounds are hushed and muffled between one another, but he’sso caught up in the feeling that he doesn’t realize how much he calls yourname. Ichiro thinks of the way you clench around his fingers, wondering howit’ll feel around his cock and he moans at the thought, pressingimpossibly closer to you. You whimper beneath him again, and it’s a wonder thathis climax comes right on the heels of it. Ichiro’s breath hitches as his hipsmove more erratically, slowing as he spends himself. He keeps it up until hefinishes, slumping against you with heavy breaths.

“Holy shit,” he says, laughing breathlessly in theaftermath. “God, you’re so good…”

“Good…” you say, trying to catch your own breath. “I’m glad…”You tell him as much, but you don’t seem very content–still squirmingunderneath him while he hasn’t removed himself from you. Kinda like…

“Ah, shit,” he says, leaning up to look at youapologetically as he realizes too late. “You didn’t cum, did you?”

You smile a bit sheepishly. “I was close, but… not quite.”

“Dammit…” Ichiro curses pressing his forehead to yourshoulder. “… Guess you can’t get it all right on the first try.”

“It was still good, though,” you insist, laughing as youkisses the side of his head. “It’s not like we were experts with our hands ormouths at first, anyway. We can try again.”

“I mean, you’re right, but…” Ichiro lifts himself upto look at you. “Speaking of mouths, can I eat you out? I figure it’s onlyfair, since I barged in on you and everything.”

You smile and Ichiro feels something flutter in his chest. “Youknow, that’s exactly what I was thinking about before you came in.”

“Well, I guess it’s your lucky day then,” he says, laughingas he kisses you again. “I’ll treat you real good as apology for my rudeinterruption.”

“I’ll take your word for it, Ichiro.”