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It had been a frustrating day. Things had been particularily hectic at Heibon lately and Aoba had stepped in to help Haga-san out even on days he wasn't supposed to work, but that wasn't the source of his current frustration. At least not directly. Accepting his Desire had been a good and very necessary thing, but at times Aoba really wished his other would just shut up. Being stuck at work with a demanding voice in his head complaining that they'd been so busy lately that they hadn't had the energy or time to be as intimate with Clear as usual was not his idea of a good time.

Not that Desire was necessarily wrong, but... still.

C'moooon. It's been like, ages!

It's been a week at most!

Yeah, like I said. Ages.

Uuuugh.

Just lemme out. I'll get us some.

Aoba buried his face in his hands.

Fine, but not until my shift's over.

Desire had accepted that with a certain smug satisfaction about getting his way. He may be content to sit back and let Reason hold the reigns the majority of the time, but sometimes he really wanted out there and experience things for himself. Especially when it was something he knew Reason wanted to do, but was still too embarrassed or shy to take the iniative to.

So when Aoba unlocked the door to the house and stepped inside his whole demeanor was different and his eyes shone gold, and he had only one single goal in mind - to find Clear.

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Fortunately, Clear was always easily found. He tended to hum in the laundry room and sing in the garden. Before dinnertime, his knife could be heard rapping against a cutting board in the kitchen or sometimes he'd drop a couple of pots and make an awful racket for everyone to grimace over. Even when being 'quiet' he tended to make some sort of noise, whether it was the rhythmic tap of his foot (something he'd seen a street performer do to keep pace while strumming a guitar) or the jingle of his favorite jellyfish charm bracelet as he folded linens, wrote in his journal or swept the floor.

Right now the faint sounds of tinkering and humming were coming from the living room. Tae-san had asked him to clean out the old knickknack cabinet and he'd been all too happy to oblige. So that's how he's found, half of him hidden behind the bottom cupboard's open door with his stuck-out rump bobbing to the beat of some pop song on the radio. Something probably delicate toppled over and Clear gave a little weh! of dismay.

"Ah! Oh no! Please don't be broken!"

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Fortunate indeed.

Aoba kicked his shoes off in the hallway and hung up his jacket with some impatience. The bag with a sleeping Ren inside was simply left on the floor (much to Reason's dismay) before he took confident strides towards the living room where the sound of the radio could be heard from - followed by the sound of something falling.

Clear was easy to spot - with his body half-stuck inside of a cabinet and his ass sticking out like that Aoba had the best view he could've asked for. A small smirk crept onto his lips as he approached, certain that Clear would hear his footsteps as he did. He didn't say anything though, not yet wanting to give away just who was in control. It was, after all, pretty rare for him to appear like this without prior warning.

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Sometimes the radio interfered with his sharp ears but there was no way he could mistake the approach of those familiar footsteps across the floorboards. He could feel it drumming through the wood just enough to make them known and he sat back on his heels, his face alight with a wide, beaming smile. Dust smudged his cheeks, nose and the red handkerchief he'd donned for no reason other than to look the part. In his hand he held half of a porcelain cat, surely his death sentence once Tae-san saw.

"Aoba-san! Welcome home! How was work? Are you tired? I've missed you!" Always eager to make up for lost time, Clear rattled off compliments and questions as fast as they came to him.

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Aoba took a moment to just look at Clear as he turned to him, his mind already conjuring up some pretty graphic images of all the things he'd like to do to that cute face and pale body...

"Clear," he practically purred, voice deep and sultry and entirely unlike how Reason had ever been able to sound.

He sank down on his knees in front of Clear so that they were at the same level and without responding to anything his boyfriend had said he simply made his intentions for the evening known instead. He snatched Clear's chin in one hand and pulled him in for a deep kiss, his tongue immediately pressing its way into Clear's warm mouth. It was not the kind of kiss he'd give simply to be affectionate, and he was sure that Clear would be able to tell as much.

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"M-Mmph—?!" Clear's squeak of surprise had been cut short, the sound stolen right out of his mouth the second Aoba's tongue invaded. Clear's squirmed away, at first too shy to accept such an aggressive kiss right there in the middle of the living room floor, but there was nowhere to go and soon the hot, wet stroke of Aoba-san against his palate wasn't nearly shocking, struck him as a little more tempting… He reached out, aching to pull the other man into his arms. As he did so, he rocked forward on his knees and tilted his head, pressing close and deepening their kiss with a bold thrust of his tongue.

It'd taken Clear some time to grow accustomed to Aoba's shifting personality but it didn't scare him anymore. On some days Aoba-san would just his regular lovable self. On others… well… Aoba-san's 'Desire' could be a handful but there was no one better equipped to handle him. Clear was sturdy and loyal and he was always generous with his affection, everything necessary to make Aoba-san's other half feel important and welcome and loved.

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When he was pulled close Aoba placed his hands on Clear's cheeks, cupping his face as he sucked Clear's tongue into his own mouth. Taking the lead came fairly naturally to him and Clear was always so wonderfully responsive to it which made him all the more eager. The deep, warm and wet kisses were enough to cause a stirring in his groin, a testament to how it had been (or at least how long it had felt like). Clear really had spoiled them with sex...

Eventually he broke the kiss, keeping his face close to Clear's, and breathed out, "Bedroom. Now." Honestly, with how impatient he was he would've preferred to stay where they were, but that idea had Reason loudly complaining.

Someone could walk by and see you through the windows! You'll make a mess! Granny could come home!

So boring, Reason.

Oh well.

Aoba stood from the floor and held out a hand for Clear, fully expecting him to take it.

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"N-Nnn?" A bit dazed, Clear simply stared at the offered hand while swiping his tongue across his lips. He liked to imagine he could still taste Aoba-san on them, still feel the thickness moving between them as they took turns probing each other's mouth…

"Heeeeh~ Aoba-san really doesn't waste time," he said after a moment, his voice rough but playful, his grin downright impish. He took Aoba's hand, threading their fingers together, and as soon as he was on his feet he stole the lead by pulling his lover along. His chores were left half unfinished, with the broken cat abandoned on the floor behind them.

"But that's my favorite thing about Aoba-san," he went on, turning to send the other man one of those looks while scaling the stairs, racing towards the bedroom. "Whenever he's forward like this, it just means he really, really wants me. So bad he can't wait, even… Isn't that right, Aoba-san?" The dangling question wasn't spoken shyly—he'd overcome that a while ago—but gently and with deliberation, determination and a trace of teasing, like he wanted an answer… Visits with Aoba-san's Desire were such a wonderful treat, as he was never the least bit shy with speaking his mind.

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Reason had become quite a bit bolder where sexual matters were concerned ever since accepting Desire, but that didn't mean he would ever be as shamelessly outspoken as his other. Definitely not.

"'Coure not," he said, smirking as he let Clear take the lead. For now. "'m not as timid as he is." The looks thrown his way just made his blood run hotter, as did Clear's words. Clear's eagerness was always such a turn-on. "Mhm," he agreed and licked his bottom lip - slowly and deliberately.



As soon as they'd reached the bedroom he closed the door behind them and locked it before turning his attention back on his boyfriend. "I missed fucking you," he purred as he slid his arms around Clear's neck, pressing his body flush against his as he spoke close to his ear. "Missed hearing you beg for my cock..."

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Clear gave a needy little whine, already dealing with an awful heat spreading throughout his belly. It stretched downwards, reaching for his groin…

"I've really missed it," he breathed, finding the crook of Aoba's shoulder to bury his face in. He pressed a kiss there, taking a few seconds to simply enjoy the weight of his lover's frame nestled against his. "I've… really, really missed it," he repeated, "so much I think about it when I'm doing other things… It's embarrassing but… I really love Aoba-san's cock. I love having it in my mouth and feeling it throb against my tongue. Is that wrong? Is it bad to think about that while I'm cooking dinner or watering the plants or—?"

Aoba hardly needed to do a thing. Clear's upgraded Alpha body was rather susceptible and he could talk himself into a full erection in no time. It wedged against the shorter man's hip, not quite as hot as the real thing but just as thick and solid.

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Aoba groaned a little hearing such filthy things from Clear's lips. It was definitely one of his favourite things about Clear's bedroom behaviour. Desire wasn't the only one who found it a huge turn-on, but Reason tended to get quite embarrassed about it. Desire, of course, had no such issues.



"Mm, Clear... That's really, really bad," he breathed into his ear, grinning as he felt Clear's hardening cock press against his hip. He let a hand down to press against the bulge, squeezing it lightly through Clear's pants. "And you're already hard too," he teased, "What should I do with someone so dirty, hm?"

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"Mn!" Clear shook a little as Aoba kneaded him through his trousers, his eyebrows drawn up and his mouth twisting in a tiny, flustered frown. Normally his pants were roomy enough to form a large tent that, while obvious, left enough details to the imagination. When Aoba-san grasped him like that, though, the material was pulled flush to his length and he couldn't resist looking down between them, his forehead resting on Aoba's shoulder, to stare at the vulgar shape of his stiff erection as it pressed against his lover's fingers.

"Eeeeeh? It's dirty? B-But I never play with it! I don't touch it or do it to myself after I've thought about it! I always wait for Aoba-san to come home, so—haah—that's why…" he tried to explain, but the breathless way he'd said it made it clear he wasn't really apologizing. "After I've thought about it all day my body can't wait…"

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Aoba raised an eyebrow at that, a little surprised. "You never touch yourself?" Honestly, though, as he thought about it - it really wasn't that surprising. As open as Clear was to trying new things, he really didn't seem like he would want to do it on his own and without Aoba around. It did give him an idea though... He smirked, squeezing Clear's groin once more before letting go.

He wrapped both arms around Clear's neck again as he continued to speak close to his ear in that same sultry, breathy voice. "Do it then. For me. Show me just how much you want my cock..." Just the thought of seeing Clear spread those pale thighs and run his fingers all over his own cock for Aoba's viewing pleasure was enough to make him quiver.

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"A-Ah?! You want me t-to—" The spell broken, Clear stammered some and his face grew pink. While he'd fucked Aoba in front of a mirror many times, the focus was never on him. He'd also never taken his erection out just to look at it, and most times he didn't even get one unless Aoba was there with him. Simply put, the physical pleasure wasn't the draw; it was the wonderful feelings of love and intimacy, knowing he was responsible for making Aoba-san feel so good… Machines reacted differently, he supposed.

After some moments spent waffling over the idea, his hands moved to toy with his belt buckle. Flustering, he looked off to the side while taking a step back. "This is embarrassing! I-I don't do it so I'm probably really bad at it! Do you still want to see? You won't laugh, will you?"

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It'd been a while since Desire had seen Clear so flustered, like he'd been when they'd first started out being intimate, and he found it cute. At the same time he didn't want Clear to be so embarrassed he lost his confidence.

"Yeah," he said, his tone of voice a little reassuring, "It'll make me feel good to see it..." Clear was always so concerned with making Aoba feel good, to have him be the focus of things, and so Aoba figured he might be more comfortable doing this if he knew that Aoba would get something out of it too.



"And you won't be bad at it. 's not that different from touching my dick, and you're really good at that," he added, grinning teasingly.

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"A-Ah—hahaha," he laughed, nervous but also a bit relieved. "You're right," he added, trying to smile a little, to hopefully make light of an awkward situation. Had it been Aoba doing this he would've been nothing but encouraging, so he had to believe Aoba-san truly meant it when the roles were reversed. "It isn't much different, I don't think. Probably! I-I mean, Aoba-san's looks much nicer but they react the same way, right?"

Metal jingled and his belt sagged, chased down by his lowering zipper. Underneath his plain underwear still sat full and tight, stretched over an erection that didn't succumb to performance anxiety. He hesitated, then hooked his thumbs into the waistband and tugged it low. His cock sprang up, standing stiffly between them.

"It… isn't bad, is it? You've had it in your mouth lots but that's different from just looking. I hope it's okay…"

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Aoba licked his lips slowly at the sight of Clear undressing. Seeing his big, rock-hard cock never failed to make Aoba want. To touch it, suck it... but this time he would have to hold himself back. He definitely wanted to watch Clear take matters into his own hands this time.

"I love your cock, Clear," he said, blunt as always. Clear wasn't as self-conscious as he'd used to be, but evidently there were still situations that brought out that side in him. Good thing then that Aoba was always there to try and boost his confidence.

When he spoke again his voice was back to the sultry and seductive tone he'd used before. "It's so fuckin' big and it feels so good..." he breathed, his own dick swelling in his pants and visibly straining against the confines of his jeans.

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Clear had to chew his lip to keep the bashful smirk from overtaking his entire face. Oh, he knew Aoba-san liked his cock. He knew how eager Aoba could be to get it inside of him, one way or another. None of it really made the way he was looking at it any less embarrassing, but as the seconds crept by and he quietly considered the shape of Aoba's erection through his jeans, Clear decided it was worth it.

"Ah! Now who's being dirty?" he teased, turning the tables. "If Aoba-san wishes for me to have more self-control, he needs to be a better example! Saaaaaa, just look… Hearing you talk like that really makes it throb! I'm so ashamed!"

But he wasn't. Shy and awkward sure but not humiliated. Fumbling a bit, he reached to take himself in his hand. Recalling what he'd usually do to make Aoba's toes curl, he thumbed his tip. The resulting wash of pleasure, though faint, made him shiver. He did it again, this time giving himself a nice, lazy stroke with a loose fist.

"Mn… Is it all right if I pretend it's Aoba-san's hand? Or do I have to know it's mine?"

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Aoba, on the other hand, made no attempt to keep the smirk off of his own face. He wanted to undress as well, but he knew that if he did he'd have a very difficult time holding himself back and he didn't want to rush things too much.



"Ah, but I'm not the one with my pants down and my dick out," he teased right back, as though it had all been Clear's idea.

It wasn't easy to resist when he saw the way Clear touched himself, though. His eyes followed the other's movements, completely enamored by the way his hand slid across the pale flesh and his own cock ached with need. He forced himself to ignore it for now though.

"No, I want you to think about me," he said without an ounce of shame (but that could hardly come as a surprise to anyone by now). "Mmm... but I want you to take all of your clothes off and lay on the bed. I wanna see everything."