Waking up to the sun shining in his eyes, Shiroe sat up, noticing instantly that he wasn't in his own bed. Taking him a minute to realize where he was, he almost panicked until he turned to find Soujiro, still fast asleep. Sighing in relief, he kissed the younger male's forehead, assuming he was asleep.

Adjusting his glasses once he got them on, he began walking around the West Wind Brigade's building. When he noticed how quiet it was... not having any idea how early or late it was, he assumed they were all sleeping, until he noticed a note on the couch near the exit that read:

Souji-san!

We went to do some light training. We're also helping Crescent Moon arrange the event that seems to be happening tomorrow. We'll give you a shout when we are on our way back. -Nazuna

Oi! Don't worry too much Soujiro-san, we're all in a group, no one is by themselves, so don't be too protective ~ Dolce

Smiling, he made his way back upstairs, 'maybe I should try and get a little more sleep...' Noticing the time, he agreed with his thoughts as he slowly tried to sneak back into bed, he turned his body around to a, fully awake, Soujiro.

"You sure made your way back quickly, Shiro-senpai..." he rubbed his eyes trying to seem more awake than he actually was.

"No one is home at the moment..." he shrugged his shoulders, "plus... it's far too early even for me." He added as he yawned and tried to close his eyes once more. Feeling arms wrap around him and a sudden warm sensation, he opened his eyes, only to find Soujiro face to face with him, noses touching with a huge grin planted carefully on the younger male's face.

Giving the Enchanter a light peck on the lips, he continued smiling, "Soo..." He started, carefully to see how the older male would react... so far he just noticed a slight pink tint on his cheeks. "Are you actually going to sleep... because I could just as easily leave you alone if you want."

Feeling his face burn, he didn't quite know how to react to the morning-playful Soujiro. He wanted to sleep, but the warmth felt nice, he wished that the younger male would just cuddle with him and sleep... so the warmth would stay. Wrapping his arms around the younger male, he smiled "I want to ... but I also want to have this little heater beside me..." He teased as he poked the Samurai on the forehead, then rolled over, making it so he was on top of the, now surprised Soujiro. "However... I don't think that's what your body has in mind this morning... is it?" Pushing up his glasses to keep them on his face, he noticed how red the younger male's face became just at the simple question.

Deciding he was a little too tired to keep his body up, he put most of his weight on the Samurai's body, feeling the warmth emitting from his face. As their faces were close once more, the grin did not leave the Enchanter's face. The, one playful Soujiro, had his full attention on the man laying on him and his body froze. Noticing the sudden change in body language, Shiroe quickly sat up. Kissing the male's forehead once more, he whispered an apology to the, still frozen Soujiro, and reduced the heated activity back into some light cuddling. "I'm still stealing your warmth, you're comfortable." He smiled as he took his glasses off to place them back where they were the night before.

Realizing the reaction he just had... and how it didn't match with his feelings of the situation... he felt bad. He did, however, enjoy the closeness they shared, and decided this was better than what his mind tried earlier. "Fine... I'll be your little heater, Kuroe..." he teased as they both fell asleep once more.

~*~*Two hours later*~*~

This time it was Soujiro's turn to wake up first, best sleep he had had since the Apocalypse. The silence gave him time to think, but the fact that the pillows were not even being used... he could hear a slight heartbeat. Smiling, he nuzzled himself slightly closer to Shiroe, and let his mind wander. It made him wonder why his body froze in fear those hours earlier... yes he had a frightening experience with another male not a week earlier (who followed him home, according to Shiroe), but this person, who currently lay sleeping next to him, was the one he wanted at the moment the events took place. However, the reaction had made things obvious to the younger male... the Enchanter was at least being careful... as careful as he was being about everything.

Heavily sighing, the Samurai didn't want to move, his stomach was trying to tell him differently. He decided to ignore that for the moment as he stared at the sleeping mage beside him. Noticing that he neglected to take his hair tie out, he forcefully took it out, and he felt much better after. Sitting up, his teal hair hung in every direction, he always seemed to forget just how long it was in game because it was usual tied back. Luckily he was able to manage it a lot easier here, than he would if he had tried back in the real world... or... the world outside the game. Running his fingers through it, it was smooth, un-knotted, which he still wasn't used to, because his short hair would tangle no matter how short he had it (mind you, he hated very short hairstyles). Looking at the older male's body laying next to him, he brushed Shiroe's bangs away from his face as he kissed the sleeping man's forehead.

Watching him react he noticed how quickly it went from surprise, to knowing exactly what was going on as he opened his eyes. "Never seen you without that hair tie before... your hair... so long..." Half tired, he chuckled quietly to himself as he tried to sit up. "Sorry for earlier, you looked like you were reliving that time you talked to me about..." he put his head in his hand almost in embarrassment.

"It's okay, Shiro-senpai... I wasn't expecting that reaction from myself... either." he half smiled. "By the way, is 10am still too early for the Villain in Glasses?" the Samurai teased.

"Hmmmm..." He started, still clearly looking groggy. "My body wants more sleep, but I know I need to be up, big plans are happening in a couple of hours." Putting on his glasses for the second time that morning, he looked at the younger male sitting next to him. "Now that I have my glasses on... you should probably fix your hair... it makes it look like we went through with our desires last night." He teased as Soujiro's face went a couple dark shades of red. He didn't realize just how mutual their feelings were, it was almost overwhelming to think about.

Getting out of bed, Soujiro realized just how long his hair was 'it's... growing...?' Not that it mattered, but he didn't know it could get longer than what it was before they became trapped in the game. "I think I'll fix that once I'm done eating... I'm starving..." Ignoring Shiroe's warning, he opened the door to Olive staring straight at him, noticing his, completely out of place hair, she waved at her guild leader with an, already bloodied cloth attached to her nose, and kept walking. Shutting the door behind him, he turned around, put his hair in his usual high pony tail, and reopened the door. "Why don't we try that again, Shiro-senpai?" He chuckled to himself as he made his way down the stairs.

"You looked really good with your hair down, Soujiro-san..." Olive was already fawning over him as Dolce kept an eye out in case she needed to be plucked away from the small Samurai once more.

All that could be heard from Soujiro was this nervous laugh... that none of them had heard previously. "It looked like a mess according to Shiro-senpai, didn't want anyone getting the wrong idea..." As he was finishing his sentence, he could feel an arm wrap around his shoulders.

"Oh? Wrong idea? I think my ears have all the right ideas that the hair just... doesn't do justice." Making sure her voice was quiet enough that no one else could hear her, Nazuna teased her, now blushing guild master, about what her fox ears could pick up.

If there was one thing, it was that Shiroe was too close to not hear her comment... and he couldn't quite get a good handle on pretending he didn't hear her as a slight pink tint touched his cheeks 'We didn't let it get out of hand... but they... Nazuna... doesn't know that...' Sighing, he decided to play along, knowing that was pretty much all he could do to get Soujiro out of the frying pan.

Nudging the fox on the shoulder, he whispered ever so softly into her ears, while adjusting his glasses. "If only you were here this morning..." Walking casually away, him and Soujiro knew nothing happened, but it wasn't like the group's thoughts weren't already wandering in that direction, he just gave them a slight shove further. Looking behind him, he noticed the slight change in the colour that painted the woman's cheeks as the Samurai slipped away to go grab some breakfast.

Watching Shiroe leave ten minutes later, he knew he needed to get himself fully ready for what was going to transpire that day. It took everything in him not to follow the Enchanter... with the convenient excuse of "Well he needs me to help him with this new plan of his..." But he knew, with whatever Shiroe told Nazuna earlier, that wasn't going to fly. So they all got ready while the five that were listening in on the two of them, could only think of what actually went on while they were gone this morning... while the other 58 members stared in straight confusion.

Watching the Strategist work his magic for the next while amazed everyone, and how he managed to get the ball rolling on the fly was even more magnificent to witness. The food turned out to be delicious, although he had no idea how they managed to make it NOT taste like soggy rice crackers with no salt. Whatever it was, he was knee deep in it, and continued to follow whatever the man behind the operation said to. Visited bigger guilds like D.D.D., Black Sword Knights, and Silver Sword, to try and get them involved, it's like Shiroe knew they all couldn't say no to the little Samurai. When everyone showed up for the first meeting, only one guild left, everyone else agreed to the terms of making the place more livable. Hearing his amazing speech, made him believe that things could really be better... and people like Magus couldn't do harm anymore.

Once the meeting was over, they were informed that Hamelin was disbanded, that all the children trapped there were set free. So not only did he arrange the Round Table... but he used the ability he was given, to make it safer, and show an example out of anyone who tries to break the rules Shiroe had put in place. Standing in the room completely flabbergasted, he didn't quite know what to make of the situation... he was finally safe to roam the streets without fear of what that male could do.

Getting a call, he noticed it was the villain himself. Answering, the first thing he heard, made his whole body go limp. "You're safe, too now. Like I told you before, you have people who are here to protect you too. Okay?" Smiling a big wide smile, he could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. Before he could trying and protect his guild from harm, the one person he wanted to save him, did that without even making a second thought about it.

"Thank you, Shiro-senpai..." Taking a deep breath, he tried to keep himself calm as he sat on the floor of the Round Table Conference room. "Are Minori-chan and Tohya-chan okay?"

"Yes... I was talking to Minori-chan the entire time I was putting the plan into motion, to make sure she knew she was not staying there forever." Another breath of relief flowed from Soujiro as he attempted to stand again slowly. Not noticing the conversation had ended, he turned around to find Shiroe standing behind him. Walking towards him, he let the older male wrap his arms around him in a tight hug as he relaxed into it, wrapping his arms around the older male. "I couldn't help but hear the acoustics and realized you were still here... are you okay?" feeling the Samurai nod his head and tighten his grip, they stood like that for, what seemed like forever.

"It's going to take some time, I understand that... but now you can focus on other things now. You don't have to hide anymore, okay?" Looking Soujiro dead in the eye, he could see the fear seep through his eyes and disappear, his walls crumble as a smile (a genuine one) slowly formed on his face.

Taking a couple more deep breaths, he was speechless... no idea as to how to thank him. "...Thank you... Shiro-senpai..." He started with a simple thank you, knowing he had nothing else he could really do... heck he could barely stand at the current moment. When they were finally able to, they both walked out of the conference room, smiling dawning their faces.

"We still got a long way to go... but it's definitely worth it knowing we'll be a much safer place to live an adventure now." The Debauchery Tea Party's strategist looked straight ahead, he knew what he had to do, and he was one step closer to achieving it, and with everyone else's help, he knew he would. Soujiro knew it wouldn't be long before more people noticed the brilliance that surrounded the villain, and for that, he was grateful.

Weeks past, they both became very busy people, but they always managed to find time to have at least a five minute voice chat.

"Let's make this a little different than last time, I'd rather not lose touch again..." He reassured the younger male the first time he called him after a week of a constant busy schedule... like yeah sure they saw each other on a weekly basis at the Round Table Conference. But that was slightly different than it just being them talking. The fact that everyone was safe in Akiba made everything a lot easier to do... and the food taste so much better.

Not missing a beat, Nazuna and Dolce always had to ask questions about the two. Soujiro knew how much Nazuna knew, but not a thing about Dolce, so he just assumed they knew just as much and let the two know of the situation... it felt better to talk about it. Not long after that, he noticed how Minori and Akatsuki acted around him. He didn't seem to notice, but the Samurai noticed more than he usually is used to noticing when it comes to female behaviour... it kind of made him jealous. Dolce always had a way with words, joking and teasing trying to lighten the situation every chance he got.

"It looks so forceful, almost feel sorry for the guy, seems so funny how hidden, and yet how obvious you two are." Nazuna said as they all shared their cakes, Soujiro couldn't help but blush at the sudden comment. "Oh come on... the way you two look at each other... the other members of the West Wind Brigade know now. They just don't want to assume too much..." Chuckling, Dolce nodded in agreement as Kyouko gave him the thumbs up.

"It sucks, but hey, we support you anyways! Even when it's just a simple request... SOO many things can be said." The Guardian said, handing him another piece of cake to attempt to eat. "You should go talk to him... tonight..." She cooed in his ear. "I think you're both free of any business-like things." It didn't take him long to agree with her.

"But is he free from personal affairs." Soujiro laughed, pointing at the, now petrified of cakes, Shiroe. "I think he'll have his hands quite full tonight."

"Do it anyways... help him free his hands." Kurinon smirked, looking at Olive, who was directly across the table from her. "I think he'd like to see you tonight... don't you think Souji-san?"

"Wow... he's feeling the pressure guys, take a chill pill on the poor guy..." Isami smiled, gingerly eating a piece of black forest cake.

So it was safe to say Soujiro didn't have much of a choice but to go see Shiroe that night. No one else in his guild would have it any other way. Taking a deep breath, he didn't know whether to surprise him or phone him first. Considering he might not get an answer if it's too late, he decided the second option was really the only one he was capable of doing.

The remaining portion of the day was spent thinking of what they would do with the evening... He would figure that would on the fly once they got together.

~*~*Meanwhile*~*~

Later that evening, he felt like he was going to burst from all the cake that was shoved down his throat. The drink that Naotsugu and Marielle poured down his throat... didn't help that either. Why Akatsuki and Minori were so aggressive, he'll never know, but Shiroe finally had some piece and quiet, and he had to take advantage of it. That is, until Akatsuki appeared, randomly, like normal.

"Feeling okay? You look old when you think hard about something..." the assassin said completely straight-faced as he smiled. When she asked if he wanted to talk, it caught him off guard.

"What is it that you would like to talk about, Akatsuki-san?" He said, completely confused as to what she meant, which made them both sit there awkwardly staring at the sky above. "Sorry... I'm stumped on what to talk about... might be just my tired brain talking."

All that was on his mind, was the crazy amount of cake he had that day... it still didn't agree with his stomach at all... and maybe something else, he wasn't all that sure, his decisions were still a little foggy... not enough sleep? Maybe the drinks... the whole event was crazy, looking in her direction, he noticed how close she was all of a sudden. "Shi-kun, you've got something stuck here..." She said, purple eyes zooming in on the object she was getting rid of. Backing away, she apologized for being too close.

Waving his hand, he chuckled to himself, "It's alright, thank you, Akatsuki-san."

"Get some rest, Shi-kun..." She said sincerely before vanishing before his eyes once more.

'That might just be the best idea anyone has had for me yet...' He smiled as he made his way back inside, just as he was about to open his door, a telepathy call began, it was Soujiro.

"Evening, Soujiro-san. How was your day?" He smiled, two conversations in a day normally didn't happen, so he was kind of relieved that it could happen once in a while.

"Probably better than yours, considering how much cake you had..." Soujiro giggled as Shiroe just sighed.

"Please don't remind me... my stomach still hurts..." he groaned as he looked up at the star-lit sky.

Taking a deep breath, he felt like his stomach was doing back flips... Dolce and Nazuna behind him really didn't help. "I was just calling to see if we could meet up? Since we both aren't tangled in affairs and whatnot, it doesn't have to be lo-"

"I'll be on my way... At least one of us is on top of things this evening... the cake is hitting me pretty hard, felt like I had a whole turkey dinner today." They both laughed. "I'll talk to you in a bit, might as well hurry before I get caught up in more shenanigans again..." He could hear Shiroe struggle to say something else... but he couldn't make it out.

Smiling warmly at the rushing Enchanter, "See you soon then, work off that cake, be safe out there, okay?"

"I'm still here, aren't I? Well, I'm on my way now... see you soon." The call ended shortly after that. Not a single person in the room could make out what the Enchanter struggled to say... aside from the one with the fox ears protruding from her purple hair. Her jaw was completely dropped. Trying not to ruin the surprise, she quickly popped her jaw back in place.

"Sounds like a date, Soooouuuji-kuuun." Nazuna teased, while trying to fight the urge to ask Soujiro if he could make out that last bit of the conversation, considering she could just barely make it out... she imagined he could not.

"Well..." Dolce pulled all the ladies together in a group. "Let's have a ladies night!" He smiled as he dragged Nazuna away from the guild leader.

Pacing back and forth nervously... he didn't know what to do... it went from being very secret, to being a discussion the entire West Wind Brigade seemed to have behind their leader's back. They wanted something to happen, and they made sure it would happen promptly the way they wanted it to happen. What was he going to tell Shiroe "Oh, the whole entire guild of 63 people decided to simultaneously go out on an adventure, leaving nothing but their leader for the night, and they conveniently left right before you showed up." Because yes, that made so much scene and didn't sound the least bit suspicious. Hearing a knock meant he no longer had time to explain anything. Running to the door, he didn't realize his shoes were off until much too late as he slid a bit too fast towards the door. Shiroe, upon hearing his name, opened the door to find the Samurai on the floor in front of the door.

"I'm not even going to ask..." He started chuckling to himself as he helped the Samurai back onto his feet. "Are you okay?" The Enchanter noticed a nod coming from the younger male.

Closing the door behind them, that was when Shiroe noticed how quiet it was. "Where is everyone else?"

Deciding that saying the truth was the only thing that he could do... he did just that. "Well... they arranged this whole thing... you see..." pointing at the kitchen area, and the rest of the house... along with the hot springs area. "Word kind of spread... to... everyone... apparently Nazuna-san thinks nothing should be secret in a guild such as this." His face went multiple shades of dark red. "They left the moment the confirmation happened that you were on your way... and in a pretty big hurry. You see... they think we're dating." He laughed nervously.

Turning around to face Shiroe, he didn't realize how close the other male was... until it was a tad too late. The kiss was far too soft to last, and the smile was too warm to disappear. "Would you like... to make that... official...?" Left completely speechless, he just stared into the other male's grey eyes and smiled the best smile he could muster. Noticing that he was completely speechless, the Enchanter was about to straighten himself out, when a hand pulled him closer than they were previously, and their lips met once more.

It didn't take him long to realize this, passionate kiss was his answer. Smiling into it, he let his body do the thinking as he attempted to see just how strong this level 90 body of his was, by picking up the younger male with success. Without any hesitation, he could feel legs wrap around his waist, to secure said position. Feeling the grip tighten, he stood there, shocked at the sudden passion. Breaking from the kiss, they both struggled to breath as they just stared at each other.

"Any particular reason you lifted me up?" Soujiro asked curiously as they began walking around.

"Still trying to figure that part out, I was just seeing if I could... now I'm stumped..." His response made both of them chuckle. "You tell me what makes you comfortable right now, because I can easily put you down if necessary."

Making note of the scenario they were in, he threw the hair tie on the floor, "Let's see what the night has in store for us, shall we, Shiro-senpai?" Putting him down, he let the Samurai lead him around the house. Finally spotting him, sitting on the counter in the kitchen, Shiroe cringed at the sight of the cake on the table. "The cake is not your concern, don't worry about that..." Soujiro giggled as he pulled the mage closer to him. "What do you want to do, we have this place to ourselves..."

He knew exactly where the Samurai was going with that as he felt the younger male's legs wrap around him once more. Taking a deep breath and adjusting his glasses, a dark smile replaced the warm smile from earlier. "I'm thinking of continuing where we left off the last time..."

Noting Shiroe's sudden change in tone made Soujiro very glad he was sitting and not... failing to stand. Feeling the warmth of the Enchanter's breath on the back of his neck, and the strange sensation that went along with the various amount of biting along the side of his neck, The Samurai could no longer feel his lower half as he now struggled to keep his body close.

Feeling hot and heavy, his clothing felt like lead as their lips locked once more. With a fist-full of hair, Shiroe took no time in tugging that said fist-full, leaving the male's collarbone exposed while his scarf only dangled there, hanging on for dear life. Letting go of Soujiro's hair, it took only a mere second before the male started falling backwards. Letting a hand rest on his mid-back, he looked at the younger male before him, trying to make eye-contact. When their eyes finally met, it almost didn't sink in what the glazed look in the Samurai's eyes meant... that is, until his grip tightened once more and he regain his balance. Leaning in close, he begged for the mage to continue, he wasted no time telling him what he wanted.

Puling him in closer, they engaged in yet another passionate kiss as the scarf finally made it's way towards the ground. That said, it wasn't too much longer before the Samurai's shirt went with it. Noticing that Shiroe still had his cloak on, that was next to hit the floor as Soujiro tried to make things a little more even between the two. Although instead of going straight for the turtle neck, Soujiro smirked into the kiss as the belt was easily disposed of, letting the Enchanter's pants fall to the floor.

Breaking from the kiss, the navy blue haired male was still showing his devilish grin, looking around at their current situation, an his extreme lacking of pants. "Oh?" noticing the Samurai's expression change, he realized that not only did the younger male still have the bottom half of his attire still on, but the counter was... slightly too high to go any further. Chuckling to himself, he wrapped his arms around him, and went to pick him up once more.

Grabbing some hair from the back of Shiroe's head, Soujiro didn't question the older male's motives as their lips clashed once more. Trying to make their way to the guild master's room, they didn't anticipate any issues... quite like a simple flight of stairs. Pretty much saying fuck it, the mage pinned Soujiro against the wall, feelings his hands lightly play with his navy blue hair.

Smiling into the kiss, he knew where they were supposed to go, and didn't quite get what stopped them from going there. Giving the mage a nice shove in the right direction, the young Samurai began slowly grinding his hips away from the wall, in return he ended up getting his lip bitten. "Someone must want something bad, Soujiro-san..." Using one hand and the wall to keep the young male up, he made sure to adjust his glasses, although at some point he would need to take them off.

"Someone... not naming names... is taking his sweet time doing what's being asked of him..." Bedroom eyes showed that only one thing remained on the Samurai's mind as he continued bucking his hips forward against Shiroe's. It didn't take too much more time before Soujiro began openly begging again... and not necessarily in the blunt fashion. But whatever was in those drinks earlier, was making it all the more arousing for the mage. Biting his own lip, the sensations coming from beneath the waistline of his boxers was staring to become a little more than overwhelming as his breathing became increasingly more harsh by the minute.

Deciding not to use much more of his strength to hold the younger male up, he left him pinned against the wall beside the stairs, but his feet touched the group for the first time in quite a while. Soujiro didn't quite know how long he was going to be able to keep himself standing, but he predicted not for too much longer as Shiroe began leaving a trail of bruises from biting all the way down his midsection. Popping back up to face the Samurai, their lips met once more as he removed the remaining bits of clothing from Soujiro, with relative ease.

"Are you able to walk... or should I just continue here where we stand." Feeling the other male's grip on his shoulders answered the question for him before he attempted anything further. Kissing his neck gingerly, Shiroe continued to whisper more sweet nothings in Soujiro's ear as the younger male could feel his legs slowly giving out on him.

"Shiro..." Those eyes looking up at him, his whole body shaking as he held on to the mage's shoulder's for dear life. "...I can't stand..." he begged.

Pushing some of the long locks of teal hair, he bit the Samurai's ear. "Just hold out a little longer..." he cooed, caressing the bare back of the male, letting his hands wander towards his hips and, without warning, pressed them against the wall as he made his downwards decent.

Letting his long hair dangle in front of his face, he let the Enchanter's shoulders be what he leaned on, however, once he felt a strange, warmth take him all in, his left hand was the only support he had as he bit down hard on the right. Feeling his whole body shake almost uncontrollably, he could feel the sensation of the mage's mouth as he continued to struggle to stand. Eventually both hands ended up back on the other male's shoulder's for support as harsh breathing turned into low moans.

Biting his bottom lip, Soujiro's eyes closed as he felt Shiroe's mouth concentrate on just the tip. He didn't quite know how much longer he was going to last before falling over, and he'd rather not have that happen right now. What he thought was going to be a quiet request turned into a, much louder moan, begging the mage to have his way with him... upstairs (the less mess, the better... as for falling over...).

Feeling a hot tongue make it's way up the shaft, he stopped abruptly, looking up at the lust-filled eyes that stared back at him. "More begging?" Cupping Soujiro's face in his hands, he smiled softly as he gave him a deep kiss. Breaking from the kiss, he, very half assed, pulled the other male's pants up, picked him back up and proceeded up the stairs. Before the other male could question his motives, he reassured him, "Don't worry, they won't stay on..." he teased as he kicked the door open.

Setting Soujiro down on the bed, he placed his glasses in a safe place where they wouldn't get trampled on, and the pants went flying seconds later. "See, told you they wouldn't stay on..." the mage smirked as he went face to face with bedroom eyes.

Sitting up, he made his way towards Shiroe, tugging at his shirt. "That... needs to come off..." he basically demanded as a devilish grin painted the younger male's face. The Enchanter took no time removing the turtle neck as the Samurai motioned him to join him on the giant bed. Blushing, he decided it was his turn to repay the older male in front of him. "It's my turn... Shiroe..." Dropping the honorifics for the second time that night, the mage didn't seem to notice, or care, as the smirk remained on his face.

"Oh really?" Not all that sure what that meant, he decided to test the waters, see just how far Soujiro was willing to go, and basically handed him the ropes as the younger male pinned him to the bed.

"You didn't think you'd go this whole night without getting some attention, did you?" Letting a finger softly stroke the hardened length through his boxers. The smirk instantly dropped from Shiroe's face and a gasp escaped his lips as he felt a hand slip underneath his boxers, exploring what lay beneath the waistline, and grip tightly. Leaning in for another kiss, the Samurai attempted to make it a light kiss, teasingly until a hand put pressure on the back of his head, deepening the kiss. Smiling into the kiss, he loosened his grip, and began stroking the shaft ever so lightly, earning a couple of deep moans from the male beneath him.

Feeling the older male moan into the kiss, he felt his own legs shake... he hated his body for being this sensitive at this particular moment. Breaking from the kiss, Shiroe struggled for breath as Soujiro remained on top of him, continuing to stroke him as he planted little kisses on every inch of the mage's upper body. Making his downward decent, he took no time in removing the boxers, this part he was going to have to experiment on. Considering it seemed they both had just about as much experience as each other, he took every inch of the Enchanter in his mouth, feeling the male beneath him grab a fist-full of hair once more. Concentrating all his mouth's energy on pleasing the person beneath him, anything that made him moan in pleasure was something worth continuing with, the harder he sucked, he noticed the male throw his head back, profanities escaping his lips.

Smiling, he loved getting a reaction from the mage for his efforts, but this wasn't all that he wanted to do. Stopping almost too abruptly, he made his way back up to be face to face with the, now blushing, Shiroe. "I'm not quite done yet..." he cooed, taking a deep breath as he stared the blushing Enchanter in the eyes as he inserted the first finger. Hearing the moans and seeing his hips grind into it, he played him like a fiddle, stretching him this was and that, preparing the older male for the second finger. Covering Shiroe's mouth with his own, Soujiro took no time in making sure the other male was fully enjoying himself before the third one went in. Breaking from the kiss, the loud moans filled the room as he begged the younger male not to stop.

In between moans, he seemed to struggle to say something more to the one pleasuring him. "... is that a sign for me to slow down, Shiroe?" He teased as the male beneath him bit his own lower lip hard.

"Please..." he started, hearing him beg was making it near impossible for Soujiro to continue, "... fuck me..." throwing his head back, the mage gripped the sheets hard as his breathing quickened.

Coming to a dead stop, the dark smile that once painted Shiroe's face was now on Soujiro's face as he came to the solution that since lube wasn't a thing in game, that it really wasn't necessary. "If that's the case," he started, "then you should probably get on your knees..." he cooed, moving his body slightly back to make it easier. Noticing the other male's full body shaking, he knew it'd take only a matter of minutes before the mage was exhausted.

Taking a firm hold of his pale hips, he slowly made his way inside, a near scream could be heard from Shiroe's mouth as this new-found pleasure took a hold of both of them. Slowly grinding his hips, he could hear his own name being said... quite loudly as he slowly quickened the pace, letting the Enchanter's name flow out of his mouth as he dug his nails into the male's hips. Taking his time, he teased the other male with light thrusts, watching him squirm in ecstasy. However, it did not take long before he began begging for more.

"...Harder..." he moaned, grinding his hips in time with each thrust of the Samurai's re-entry. Being the smart-ass that he was, he responded as such, still the slow pace, but each re-entry made his toes curl.

Continuing to moan, Shiroe had next to no control over his vocal chords, but he wanted more, so much more, his body was begging for it and he just needed to put it into words. "...please..." he began.

"Please what...?" the Samurai teased, knowing exactly what the male was begging for, and he wanted it bad enough to let him have what he wanted, he just wanted to hear the Enchanter beg for it.

Noticing the lack of pillows that were on the bed, there was no real way to muffle anything, not that either of them cared as they moaned freely with each and every thrust. Feeling the muscles around his hard length tighten, it was Soujiro's turn to throw his head back, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.

No matter how in control of his body he thought he was, all Shiroe could do was beg the Samurai to go faster as he could feel his legs begin to try giving out on him. Feeling a hand wrap around his, now dripping, cock, it was all he could do to keep himself up as Soujiro began pumping awfully fast. Feeling tears and sweat stream down his face, with both pleasure spots being played with, he practically pulled the sheets off the bed, body shaking fierce-fully.

Noticing that he was about to climax, he stopped... abruptly, everything he was doing just seconds earlier. Despite Shiroe's extreme lack of strength seconds earlier, he still had enough to switch the situation completely around, leaving Soujiro in complete shock and on his back.

Getting close to the younger man's ear, he cooed. "Now it's my turn, and I won't be so easy on you..." as he completely skipped the first finger and moved right onto the second one, letting all his moans spill into the mage's mouth as their tongues clashed. He didn't wait very long before inserting third, and that only lasted a few moments before he dove in, feeling Soujiro's nails dig deep into his back and moans entering his mouth. Taking no time, he upped the pace quickly, giving the Samurai no real time to react in any other way but to scream the mage's name. Not willing to fight back anything, moan were quickly being released as the muscles around his shaft tightened. "Fuck..." being able to see Soujiro desperately grip at anything he could with his head thrown back, drove him pretty close to finishing.

Watching him grip his own hair, he leaned in for a lust-filled kiss filled with moans of pure pleasure. Feeling his whole body shake once more, he knew it was only a matter of time now, as he returned the favour the Samurai did earlier, and took a firm hold of his hardened length. As they broke from the kiss, this action earned him the sound of his own name echoing throughout the entire room even with Soujiro's hands covering his mouth. With the non-stop begging for Shiroe not to stop, it wasn't soon after that, that he came, and the muscles tightly clenching Shiroe made it next to impossible for him not to follow suit shortly after.

As the mage flopped down on the left side of the teal haired Samurai, they both just sprawled out, finding out that breathing was definitely a thing they needed to do. It only took a few minutes for the "in game mechanics of self washing" went into effect.

"Even after this..." Soujiro started, "should we attempt... the hot springs... downstairs..." He turned his head to an, already sleeping Shiroe. Smiling, he went to go get his shirt, scarf and Shiroe's cloak and pants from downstairs when the sleeping man beside him said otherwise, clinging to him.

"Don't leave..." he whined, softly. Soujiro couldn't say no to that as he decided to lay down and join the cuddles he was currently receiving.

~*~*Meanwhile*~*~

"... Guess we should've given them a bit longer..." Dolce blinked twice. Kurinon walked in the door just in time to see him and Nazuna standing there, speechless.

"Did my perviness finally come in handy? I told you it was going to be a while, considering it's probably their first and all..." Without missing a beat, she knew everything that had transpired, without being in the building to hear it, quite like Dolce and Nazuna.