Eichi "terminal cumslut boy" Tenshouin (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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riverviewlogs2017-08-04 07:00 pm
finethanks) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-08-04 07:00 pm
[ closed ] are you prepared?
who: Eichi & Dodger
what: Date #2
when: River festival!
where: Starting backstage after Eichi's concert
warnings: dodger's mere existence... but I'll add specifics if necessary
[Of all the days for Dodger to pick for the agreed upon "second date," it was interesting that he'd choose this one. Eichi had a scheduled concert, a big event and a way to make his name even more known to people outside of his fanbase. Because of this, he's chosen a different style, something a little less innocent to promote the fun themes of the beach. Dressed in a black leather jacket, black leather boots, a shirt that shows just enough red at the waist, gloves that barely make it to his wrists, skinny jeans with tears along the thighs— but he manages to make even an edgy outfit look rich and proper. The jacket is closed and collared in that way, there are gold trimmings and studs, his boots are fancy, really it's clear from a mile away that he's not just an idol, but rich.
His performance a hit as he expects it to be, and so he says a few words at the end to extend his time on stage, to make his idol personality known, to reach out his hand to those in the front rows. Even if there are no rainbow glow sticks like he's come to expect at the academy, he can tell a success level when he sees one. He's going all out here, and by the time he's moving back stage to let things clear up, he's fully exhausted. It takes him a few minutes of sitting before he can pull his phone out to bother sending Dodger a text. He'd said something about meeting him here, but he'd rather not walk around looking for him himself, so he'll leave all the work to him.
You never said what we're doing, you know? But I'm here waiting.
Leaving it at that, he wipes some of the sweat from his face with a little hand towel and then leans back, catching his breath as he waits.]
what: Date #2
when: River festival!
where: Starting backstage after Eichi's concert
warnings: dodger's mere existence... but I'll add specifics if necessary
[Of all the days for Dodger to pick for the agreed upon "second date," it was interesting that he'd choose this one. Eichi had a scheduled concert, a big event and a way to make his name even more known to people outside of his fanbase. Because of this, he's chosen a different style, something a little less innocent to promote the fun themes of the beach. Dressed in a black leather jacket, black leather boots, a shirt that shows just enough red at the waist, gloves that barely make it to his wrists, skinny jeans with tears along the thighs— but he manages to make even an edgy outfit look rich and proper. The jacket is closed and collared in that way, there are gold trimmings and studs, his boots are fancy, really it's clear from a mile away that he's not just an idol, but rich.
His performance a hit as he expects it to be, and so he says a few words at the end to extend his time on stage, to make his idol personality known, to reach out his hand to those in the front rows. Even if there are no rainbow glow sticks like he's come to expect at the academy, he can tell a success level when he sees one. He's going all out here, and by the time he's moving back stage to let things clear up, he's fully exhausted. It takes him a few minutes of sitting before he can pull his phone out to bother sending Dodger a text. He'd said something about meeting him here, but he'd rather not walk around looking for him himself, so he'll leave all the work to him.
You never said what we're doing, you know? But I'm here waiting.
Leaving it at that, he wipes some of the sweat from his face with a little hand towel and then leans back, catching his breath as he waits.]
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[He hesitates, glancing up at Reaper. He'd joked about the voyeurism, but... ugh. It's still a little annoying to know that he's there, judging.]
Sure. But asking him to do that is on you, far as I know he's planning to go do whatever it is he does once we get back to the hall.
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[They'd already discussed this. He pushes at the blanket, trying to stand up, but he can't stay straight at all, so he flops a little bit to the side as he does.] Just what are you hoping for? You really are desperate for some things, aren't you?
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I don't know if you've noticed, but I can't keep myself warm with this damn collar on... and I'm freezing my ass off out here. [He presses a kiss to Eichi's lips.] You're drunk as shit, I'm not gonna take advantage of you. I just want you to sleep in my bed with me. Actual sleep.
[He would absolutely take advantage of him and they both know it. But Augustine did teach him to always play the long con whenever the opportunity crops up.]
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[He stares at Dodger with half-lidded eyes after that kiss, but even if he leans back towards it a little, he doesn't kiss him again. Instead, he links his arm around Dodger's for support. He hates it, but he can't stand on his own right now.
He's actually going to tell Reaper that he doesn't have to stay outside, but Dodger doesn't need to know that, and he knows Reaper can be over in an instant. So.]
Let's go.
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[Which is a yes.
He steadiest Eichi as best as he can, leaning down to gather Eichi's shirt and jacket... the rest he doesn't really care if he loses, so he'll let it be picked up by whoever feels like it. It's not worth the effort to even bother Reaper to get it for him later. And as they walk back toward the street, he pulls out his phone to call a taxi.]
Just remember - it's on you if you get in over your head.
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[ That's what he says as pleasantly as possible, leaning heavily against this arm he's holding onto. A taxi is good, and though he will continue to lean on Dodger even in the car, he behaves otherwise. Warmth, right? ]
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The walls are plastered with photos and notes of different people around the city, almost everyone Dodger's come in contact with. Bottles are hung up like fairy lights, filled with brightly glowing fireflies of various colors that gave the room an ethereal look when the lights were off. The same glow is coming from bottles of Lampyr on his desk, among more notes and photos. The whole room is an absolute mess, except for a path made between the bed and the bathroom.
And Dodger leads Eichi over to the bed before moving to turn the lights off.]
You wearing something decent under your pants, or do you need to borrow something?
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[He doesn't want to borrow anything else... Probably. Besides, he's focused on the walls, after giving Brink a sympathetic glance. The fireflies also explain what that drug was that he first tried to offer to him. This place is so messy, he's sure Keito would have a heart attack just knowing he was standing in here, let alone sleeping here.
With a little stumble and a laugh, he wiggles smoothly out of his ripped jeans, folding them neatly and off to the side wherever he can. The shirt is probably just long enough to cover his ass anyway, so he doubts his underwear matters that much. They're not boxers.
He drops one knee onto the bed, still pausing as he looks around the room to gather what he can, even while drunk.]
What a busy man you are.
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[Once the lights are back off, the writing is illegible by the fireflies' glow, but the pictures are still largely visible. And wow, some of them are really invasive and clearly taken without the notice of the subject. Not to mention the sheer number of Reaper that are divided between the corner by the desk and a spot next to the closet.
Dodger, however, is more focused on the half-naked Eichi on his bed, as he strips down to his boxers and moves into the bed beside him. Not an ounce of shame, but not much intent, either - he just matter-of-factly motions for Eichi to curl up with him. The kid's adorable, in an almost girlish way... but Dodger's not about to put up with the effort and consequences of putting any of his desire into action right at the moment. Better to just enjoy the eye candy for now.]
I know I can't expect you not to read off the walls... just keep in mind that if I find out you told anyone anything you read, I'm going to cut your mouth open to your ears.
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[He's texted Reaper to go home by now, though he did wait until they were inside. Still, he's not sure if Dodger can tell, and he's curious to find out. It's dark, and he's dizzy, but he's cold already. It's not difficult to convince him to crawl next to him and curl there. Interesting... So he can have even a man like this sleeping peacefully at his side. Those are the sort of things he's thinking.]
If you wanted pictures of me, you could find them in many magazines and advertisements now, you know. [At least get his good side?? He won't even mention all of these other faces, especially Reaper. But he does sound more sleepy already as he settles in, eyes drifting closed.]
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[He leans in to kiss Eichi again, and pulls him closer as he does. This still isn't a kiss insinuating any real intention - just a lazy show of affection, while he's got him close. It lasts a few moments, and afterward he simply tangles their legs with an equally lazily stretch and settles into sleep.]
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[Still with red cheeks, Eichi arches his back a little at the touch, reacting naturally. His eyes still closed, he hums against the kiss and keeps one hand between them, resting against Dodger's chest, as the other wraps around him. Similarly, he doesn't move his legs once they're tangled. He simply chuckles.]
Well then... good night. ♪ [It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep after that, knocking out and sleeping well into the morning.]