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[video] (Forward dated to Cordis moon)

[Wataru pops up on the video with a big grin, a white dove settled contentedly on his shoulder.]

Greetings, my fellow citizens! I come to you today with two urgent requests, and while it humbles me to make them, I'm doing it nonetheless! In the interest of getting what I need, I'll also get right to the point.

For the first request, I'm interested in gathering connections to other musicians and performance-inclined individuals for a small project. A tiny one. Oya? You're worried? Definitely nothing to concern yourselves over! I know of a few others, but if you introduce yourselves to me directly we can avoid all kinds of delays. I'm especially interested in other idols, and in genres other than what I personally am accustomed to performing. Shown here.

[He plays a song with his acquired music box, just for about forty-five seconds or so as he hums along, then shuts it off and laughs.]

Ah, now... [He sets the box back aside, then takes the bird from his shoulder and pets her gently.] ...The second matter is a little more delicate. I think this has to do with my Moonblessing! I'm absolutely famished at all times during this moon, and especially starved for... Fufufu, well, it's contact I'm starved for! Chroma is a precious thing, and I can't seem to get enough. It's as simple as agreeing to meet up and hold my hand for a while, you see! We'll discuss things, or perhaps we could see a movie, or a play? I could sing to you!~ Magic tricks are my forte, as well, and I'd be happy to show you some of those. Look! One, Two, Amazing☆!

[He pets the white dove once, twice, then nudges her up into flight as a rose blooms where she just sat on his hand. She comes back to land on his shoulder, unfazed.]

See? Just as simple as that. So I'll pay you in entertainment, and you'll give me some companionship! Nothing simpler. Age isn't a factor, or anything else. I'm quite known to love entertaining people of all ages, and I dare say all races and species!

[He doesn't even look embarrassed as he reaches the end of his request, and he grins broadly. This man has NO shame.]

There you have it~ Until next we meet, I'll remain your very own Wataru Hibiki☆~!

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[Wataru's face burns in that beat of indecision, but he refuses to pull away until his boldness is answered clearly. He feels like he's made a mistake, like he crossed a line Natsume didn't want to cross... But as always, being Wataru, he'll barrel through it and deal with the consequences of his less than cautious approach later. He calculated this a little less than usual, went with the need and hunger of his Cordis urges over his good sense, but Natsume is a friend and a companion who surely won't judge him...

The kiss is briefly returned, and it's enough of an answer for Wataru to slowly, gently back away. The kiss was friendly, not seductive, chaste but with purpose. He didn't mean to cause any trouble by it, and he still doesn't mean to. But that anxiety makes him pause, and he breathes carefully for a moment.]

Natsume-kun...?

[Natsume is a little surprised when Wataru parts from the kiss, eyes fluttering back open to peer up at the older idol.

Perhaps he's simply become so accustomed to the near-overbearing kisses of his roommate that he doesn't expect someone who actually shows restraint or shame. He blinks for a moment before his head tilts a little, a slight flush still on his face.]

Is something WRONG...?

[Maybe he expected Wataru to be just as overbearing, sure, but the magician and actor is a performer, not an attack dog. And if he isn't giving his audience--in this case, Natsume--what they want, is he truly doing any good? So he looks at the redhead with a soft smile and slightly narrowed eyes, evaluating.]

I was going to ask you the very same thing. Should I stop?

[The magician pauses a beat at that question.]

... Are you comfortable continuING? While you might need chroma I also would prefer that you only continue if you actually want to with ME. If there is someone else you would prefer I don't want to simply be a consolaTION.

[A consolation for Eichi Tenshouin, that is. He hates that so many people are enamored with him, including both Tsumugi and Wataru, and it only adds to his frustration and that nagging feeling of being lacking. It doesn't help that multiple people have compared the two of them, either... So while he wouldn't mind doing more he doesn't want to do it if his senpai will be thinking of someone else.]

[Eichi is Eichi. No one is a substitute for Eichi, no one will ever be compared to Eichi in Wataru's mind, and besides that, the whole situation there is strangely complicated for Wataru in ways he doesn't feel he can discuss with anyone. But Natsume isn't in any way just a poor substitute.

He touches Natsume's cheek, fingers lingering in the tips of red hair.]

Someone else I would prefer? How shameful. Natsume-kun is Natsume-kun, and I'll accept no substitutions. I'm reluctant if only because I don't want to change the way you look at me for the worse. Is it awful, knowing I have urges and needs? That I, too, wish to be held close and adored?

[Wataru has made exceptions here, held hands with people he hardly knows, kissed people he didn't love... it's strange. But Natsume is warm and comfortable and familiar and lovely in his own ways, and if only the younger magician wouldn't judge him for this pathetic need, he'd fall right into his arms.]

[Natsume feels embarrassed for the way his heartbeat quickens at that brief contact, the touch of chroma sending another spark of comforting warmth through him.]

It isn't awful knowing such THINGS. Even though we have both been treated as gods and villains at the end of it all we're still humans with HEARTS, are we NOT? It's difficult to avoid that instinctive need for compANY.

[His fingers squeeze Wataru's gently.]

And besIDES, you should know that I would go as far as I could to help you if you askED, Wataru-niisan.

[It's so hard getting used to the chroma, how warm it is, how comforting, how welcome, when Wataru spent so much time isolated from others his own age. Even now, he finds himself pulled in a dozen directions by the need for it. But, oh, listen to those wise words from Natsume... It's bracing. His hair seems to fluff out a bit as he sits there, as if billowed by a faint wind, then it settles.]

That's why the five of us found solace in company. It may not have been like this, but truly... Truly, it did make things more bearable.

[He squeezes back, then lays his other hand along Natsume's cheek properly.]

If I asked? Then let me ask, no, beg if I must! Help me, Natsume-kun.

[And he leans in, pressing his lips to Natsume's again, this time more resolutely, with purpose. The warmth floods through him, from his lips to the very tips of his toes, the chroma surge emboldening him.]

[Natsume wants to reassure the older idol that he doesn't ever need to beg to him, but there's no time to form those words before the other has taken the initiative and pressed forward.

The kiss is slow and not rushed, comforting in how certain Wataru feels. With their fingers no longer intertwined the redhead feels like he needs something to do what his hands, but at the same time just clinging to the other seems too... Childish. And if the other is concerned with him thinking of him differently then he also doesn't want his senpai thinking of him as "cute" or "childish" at a time like this.

With Wataru's hands cupping his face his own fingers curl into the edge of the other's shirt, not pulling or demanding, but simply holding to keep the other close as he tilts his head into the kiss.]

[Carefully, one hand slides up into Natsume's hair and gently strokes the strands, Wataru sighing happily through his nose as Natsume responds favorably. He doesn't see him as childish, but he really is cute in all the ways that matter to Wataru right now. More like desirable. But that could also be Wataru's hunger coloring the edges of his reason.

It's telling that he doesn't move to pull Natsume closer yet, just focuses his energy and care on the kiss, on being sincere. On losing himself in it, little by little. It's barely edged forward at first, lips parted only slightly, no hint that he may try to advance it until his tongue finally gives Natsume's lips a questioning touch.]

[Under other circumstances the magician might have sulked over being petted in such a way, but in this moment it feels less like he's being treated like a kitten and more like an intimate gesture.

Natsume doesn't push for anymore more either, allowing Wataru to lead the kiss as he pleases. For as much fun as he's found it can be to more in control and guide these sorts of interactions through teasing, for the moment he doesn't think it as unpleasant to let someone else lead.

When he feels the other's tongue brush his lips he lets out a low hum, straightening his posture to lean in just a bit closer as he parts his lips.]

[Oh, but in a situation like this, Wataru is a tactile person, touching whatever he can, enjoying every inch of his companion for everything they offer, all the things he adores about them. Not that he's had as much practice at this as some, but when he sincerely likes someone he's doing this with, things are so much nicer, and easier.

It's easy with Natsume, comfortable and lovely, and as soon as Natsume's lips part, Wataru abandons most of his restraint. All the stage kisses he's done in his life have made him aware of the movements of others, of how to read what they want, and if nothing else has served him here, that has. But it's Natsume, and whether Wataru wants to admit it or not, this was a strange inevitability in this place, something probably forbidden back home even if desired. And he'll make sure Natsume knows he's wanted, that this is wanted. His tongue gently urges the redhead's lips apart a little more, soft sweeps, little pleading motions to introduce the concept of going somewhere less than chaste with things. Then he leans in, tongue gently but urgently seeking Natsume's, less like a man parched and more like someone who's letting himself taste the fruits of some lengthy labor.]

[Perhaps Natsume shouldn't be surprised by his mentor's enthusiasm, yet he can't help the way his breath catches when Wataru's tongue delves more into his mouth. By now he's kissed a few people and would consider himself fairly skilled, being the quick learner he is, but as tends to happen when in the presence of one of the other Oddballs he feels like a complete novice. For now all he can do is try to keep up, letting his tongue meet the older magician's with a soft noise deep in his throat.

Almost without thinking he finds his hands sliding up higher, wrapping around the other's neck, slipping through soft hair so that his fingers can interlace at the back of his head and keep him there. Perhaps this is a bit childish and selfish in it's own way, but he's quickly finding that he doesn't want this to stop so soon.]

[That little catch of Natsume's breath just spurs Wataru on, a hand sliding low on Natsume's back while the other tangles up in crimson hair. The lower hand slips beneath Natsume's shirt, teasing contact at his lower back, skin on skin. And the warmth makes Wataru giddy. There's something so satisfying about doing this with someone he cares for and admires... And there's a slight aspect of knowing he has power over Natsume that makes this simply intoxicating. He never thought he'd like having the upper hand so much.

It doesn't last, not entirely, because once Natsume's hands brush against the sides of his neck and his fingers intertwine in his hair, Wataru lets out the softest, neediest little sound and almost melts forward, losing a beat in the kiss at the touch. Maybe he'll get used to all of this someday. This is so utterly different from being with Eichi, though, so much so that the blonde is far away from Wataru's thoughts. It's all about Natsume, every last desire in Wataru's head.

He eases forward, but quickly, and pulls the hand down from Natsume's hair to brace against the arm of the couch, the kiss turning a bit more heated and desperate. He breaks it only for a moment to murmur Natsume's name, affection and growing need dripping from the syllables. He expects to be stopped at any moment, but for now, he'll chase the warmth.]

[Natsume certainly wasn't expecting more direct contact outside of the kiss but when that warm hand sneaks under his clothes he instinctively arches forward for more. Generally he's more standoffish, more picky about being touched like some moody cat, but when it's Wataru he finds that he doesn't mind... At least not in the heat of the moment. The other idol's hands are as warm as his lips and that soft sound he makes doesn't go unnoticed either.

The redhead is so caught up in enjoying the kiss that it takes a moment to register being practically pinned against the arm of the couch. In fact he's only able to fully process the position when the other parts from the kiss. He feels like he already must seem like quite the sight under Wataru, face flushed and hair a little mussed as gold eyes meet violet.]

Niisan...

[He murmurs it almost without meaning to, their lips still close as he catches his breath.]

[Wataru lets his eyes flutter open as he settles over Natsume, taking in the mussed hair, the delicate flush... He thinks he too must look quite the sight, for as warm as he feels from head to toe. This is... heavenly.

He's about to speak, to offer a question, when Natsume makes Niisan sound like the most wondrous and filthy thing Wataru has ever been called in his life. There's no need to look at him like that while saying such a thing! And there's no call for Wataru's strangled groan of a reply.]

Natsume-kun, I... [His breath shakes. Is he going too far?] ...you can tell me to stop at any time. Know that I will, without hesitation. But for now, can I touch you? It's... so warm...

[For a moment Natsume doesn't seem to be able to fully process the question. He blinks slowly once, then twice, then his eyes widen as the implications of what the other is asking finally reach through the haze of the kissing and hit home. Instantly his face is almost as red as his hair and he averts his gaze a bit, that more familiar huffiness taking over as he tries to regain his composure with mixed results.]

... As long as you don't gloat about it later I suppose it's acceptaBLE.

[Which is essentially code for "don't tell the others". While he certainly wouldn't be ashamed per say he also can only imagine how any of the other Oddballs would react to finding out they did such a thing. But he also certainly isn't repulsed by what they're doing, so while he can't bring himself to say it directly he also doesn't want Wataru to stop being close.]

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