i have cut to the feeling on repeat

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[Scene: two losers go to a shopping mall, because Daichi was wandering around looking disappointed in himself yet again and Joe has Better Ideas Than That. Daichi can't remember if he was actually asked if he wanted to be here, or if he was simply dragged along for the ride again and couldn't refuse once they were already at the mall. Joe just happens so much at once, despite all of Daichi's half-hearted complaining, so... here they are.

At the mall. Daichi is, at least, not sulking about whatever he was feeling inadequate about before. Instead:]

Man, my feet hurt... [Here, he affects his best (worst) Joe Voice:] Let's go shopping, Daichi! It'll be fun! —It's been nearly three hours and all we have to show for it is one magazine. C'mon, you could have done this without me.

[This menace... Why is he here, Joe? Why??]

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[armanyo]

[ you have activated joe boyfriend mode. this is not just joe friend mode. this is a lot more encouraging and a lot more serious. but only sometimes.

he figures daichi doesn't want to dwell on this. that much is clear. either way, he laughs, shaking his head, and quickly leans in to steal a kiss. ]

Ahh... That's right. I have boyfriend defending duties now~

[ JOE. ]

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[hey? really gay. Daichi sure doesn't want to dwell on how everyone calls him a useless dipshit, though, and he totally wants more kisses instead. see, Joe is doing great.]

Because you're a knight in shining armor?

[armanyo]

Yup!

[ look he's not even refuting how absurd that is. it's a running theme. one of thirty, apparently, for this evening. ]

I already carried you across the threshold and everything.

[ he's grinning like the crazy idiot he is. bless this man. ]

[keeptrucking]

[he'll accept it, but don't ever say it where people can hear. that's the deal.]

Well, you— huh. I guess you kinda did...?

[this day went places.]

[armanyo]

[ he doesn't have a death wish, geez. it seems like he's just going to smile and let it go, tipping his head so he can perhaps start up that neck-thing again? it's been long enough of a pause, right, and daichi is conveniently in his lap... so he'll do just that, lips pressing near his jaw. ]

My Daichi in distress.

[ oh jesus christ here we go. ]

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[oh. oh, he's doing this.]

I'm not in distress. Leave off the distress part.

[keep the gay part, forget the rest. he drapes one arm over Joe's shoulder, lazily fiddling with his hair.]

[armanyo]

[ he may or may not be already falling head over heels for this dork. why is this a thing? ]

'kay. Then just my Daichi.

[ he likes the way it sounds and he presses a warmer, lingering kiss to his throat. ]

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[he's cute? just look at him. and he likes the sound of that himself, big sap that he is, so he obliges Joe with tilting his head and running fingers through his hair some more.]

Yeah, that works for me. [he'd return the favor and say something something "my Joe," but- because this is totally the time-] Where'd you get "Joe," anyway?

[armanyo]

Oh.

[ that's easy. ]

I work for a foreign trade company, yeah? Our American counterparts have a hard time spelling my name and sayin' it. So I just started using Joe to make it easier. It kinda stuck and it feels right.

[ he leans his head back into the touch, oddly contented by the simple gesture. god damnit he's melting into this. ]

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[oh yes, Joe is an adult living in the real world. right. Daichi is interested, don't get him wrong, but he's 50/50 split right now between the conversation and massaging his fingers a little into Joe's scalp. since he likes it to much.

okay it's more like a 30/70 split, but the business facts are worth knowing!]

Makes sense. So I don't have to call you something else, huh...?

[he can keep Akie reserved for scolding??]

[armanyo]

Call me whatever you want.

[ it's said fondly of course. it's daichi and he really doesn't mind what words come out of his mouth so long as they aren't, you know, angry words. that'd suck.

or you know, reserve akie for something scandalous. if that's how you role? either way, he's pleasantly humming at the head massage, temporarily forgetting his own daich-neck-task. ]

[keeptrucking]

[this is Daichi's new boyfriend, Steve. no, Joe is fine. he likes Joe, in every possible way that can be taken.]

Nah, Joe's fine. I like it.

[maybe lewd namecalling will occur to him later, but for now, the head massage. since Joe isn't kissing him anymore, it's Daichi's turn to lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth.]

[armanyo]

Joe it is.

[ daichi you are the definition of an opportunist. wow. joe is proud?

but he'll tilt his head enough to turn it into a proper kiss. it's slow and warm and he can't help the way he tugs daichi impossibly closer. apparently the whole lap thing still isn't good enough.

it's all a warmth thing don't you worry. body heat. ]

[keeptrucking]

[yeah, he's really getting the hang of this dating thing! totally! or rather, he's so goddamn cozy here in Joe's lap that he can't resist the touchy-feely head massaging and the kissing and everything else. body heat. definitely.

so he's very enthused about kissing Joe properly, curling his fingers in his hair and leaning right up against him as close as he can manage while still maintaining the kiss. better than hands on chest: chest on chest. or like, some of his torso and his waistband, the lap thing and the height difference contribute.

this is the climactic romcom scene kiss, right here.]

[armanyo]

[ memorize this moment, daichi.

no don't it's fine. it'll happen again. joe keeps the kiss slow and steady, each point of contact warm and comfortable. it's remarkable considering how much of a twig he is and there's no logical reason that this should be so comfortable but here they are, tangled up and cozy as all hell.

the kiss comes to a natural end and joe grins against daichi's lips. ]

This old man's back is hurting. Lay down?

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[Joe, no. Joe.]

You're not that old. But sure, go ahead.

[is he going to... no, he's not going to move, he's just playing with Joe's hair some more like he's done his part in this already. just drag him all the way down, Joe. he's giving tacit boyfriend permission to slam dunk him down onto this bed. but gently.]

[armanyo]

[ how do you gently slam dunk?

thankfully joe has his own ideas. with a slight nod as the only indication, joe tightens his hold around daichi and sort of just shifts to the left and then hard to the right.

yes he's toppling them over their sides. that sounds like a fun idea. ]

[keeptrucking]

[that is not a gentle slam dunk?? that's just a regular slam dunk! Joe!]

Wh-whoa! Hey!

[this wasn't in Daichi's beautiful romance fantasy... but okay, he gets slam dunked and clings onto Joe out of actual necessity for once until he's down. hmm.]

See, the elderly don't have that much energy... I'm gonna bruise...

[no he's not it's a fucking mattress]

[armanyo]

[ it's a god damn serta.

joe is grinning madly and nonchantly begins to attempt to tangle their legs together. because that's the logical next step here. ]

Bruising already? Wha, that doesn't bode well for the future.

[ god save the queen stop. ]

[keeptrucking]

[don't damage him, he's delicate.

that said, he is just as clingy lying down as sitting up, so he's wiggling both his arms around Joe while Joe does whatever he wants to their legs. teamwork!]

Just what are you trying to say...?

[armanyo]

[ he doesn't actually know. it sounded mildly suggestive and he's still under this weird delusion that he can fluster daichi with vague innuendos. apparently he needs to up his game.

but not now. instead, he focuses on running his hand up and down daichi's arm now that they're finally settled into a sustainable position. ]

Hmmm. [ that's a great sign. ]

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[they've now moved on to shirtless lying in bed together, so yeah Joe needs to bring the big guns with his innuendo.]

What's hmmm? What do you mean hmmmmmmm?

[why is he doing it like that.]

Joe!

[armanyo]

[ what's hmmmm. what's hmmm?! ]

Just wondering if you'd make a better big or little spoon.

[ shut the fuck up. ]

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[Joe............]

Well—whichever, I guess... I didn't really think about it.

[yes he did, but again, that was before Older Dudes happened.]

[armanyo]

[ Older Dudes. ]

Eh....

Why pick one ~ When two is more fun~
Might as well try it both ways.