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With a heavy sigh Murasaki drops his keys in the bowl on the bust by their door - he still isn't entirely sure why it is there or who bought it in the first place.
Behind him Nice closes the door and lazily kicks off his shoes. While Murasaki is still busy peeling his feet out of his boots, Nice's head bumps against his back. He stops in his movements for a moment before he resumes untying his shoelaces that have formed impossible knots during the day.

"I'm so tired..."

Nice softly nuzzles the spot between Murasaki's shoulder blades until the taller man finally loosens the laces on his boot with another sigh and quickly slips out of it.
The second shoe comes off much quicker and soon Murasaki uses his foot to neatly shove them next to where Nice's are scattered, one on top of the other and upside down.

Nice managed to keep his forehead against his back the whole time and Murasaki seriously wonders if he fell asleep while standing up, so he calls out for him:

"Hey, Nice...?"

But Nice suddenly starts laughing at the same time and Murasaki feels a weird sort of relief. The last few weeks have been rough and hearing Nice laugh again makes him wonder if maybe things are going to get better again.

When Nice doesn't stop laughing, not even to explain his sudden change in moods, Murasaki asks, trying to hide his own giggles because listening to Nice is contagious:

"What's so funny?"

Murasaki wants to turn around but Nice presses his forehead a little harder into his spine so he stays the way he is. Nice's laughter fades off into giggling and he gasps out:

"You tried to hit him with a street lamp."

Murasaki is dumbfounded to say the least. But then he tries to recall the scene from earlier and he tries to imagine it without the threat of immediate danger and yes, he has to admit he must have looked very out of place and ridiculous.

He finally joins Nice in his giggling and makes another attempt of turning to face him and this time Nice lets him. But while Murasaki defensively says, "It was the first thing I could grab", Nice buries his face in his chest this time.

Suddenly the atmosphere around them changes.
Since Nice has come back they have kind of started a relationship although they haven't explicitly discussed it. Still, it has mostly been Murasaki taking the initiative from then on, despite Nice being quite straightforward in the very beginning.

That's why Nice leaning into Murasaki, even wrapping his arms around his torso, catches Murasaki by surprise. He doesn't know if Nice wants him to comfort him or if he is just supposed to be there as some sort of pillar or anchor, so he waits.
He waits, until Nice finally mumbles, muffles by Murasaki's chest:

"I don't know what to do."

For the third time in just a few minutes Murasaki is rendered speechless. Nice admitting defeat is almost equivalent to Nice giving up and there is no way Murasaki is going to let that happen.

He embraces Nice; squeezes his small back with his left arm and puts his right hand against his neck. He strokes the spot behind Nice's ear with his thumb, because he knows Nice likes it, and says:

"I know."

Nice hugs him tighter and Murasaki hopes that's what he wanted to hear.
After all it's also the only thing Murasaki could say. He does know how important Art is to Nice; or rather, he can imagine.
Murasaki doesn't have any childhood friends himself but if it's anything similar to what Nice means to him he knows he couldn't fight him; not under those circumstances. And he would lie if he said he'd never been jealous of how much Art knows about Nice.

Murasaki feels his thoughts drift off and pulls himself together. Nice needs him now and that's all that's important at the moment.

After a few minutes of just standing together in silence, Murasaki presses Nice closer to his chest one last time before he gently pushes him off at arm's length. He doesn't let go of his shoulders.

"We'll figure something out."

Nice still looks a little unsure and it almost breaks Murasaki's heart.

"Why don't we have dinner first and then call it a night? We'll think about it in the morning."

Nice nods slowly but before Murasaki makes his way to the kitchen he almost chastely presses his lips to his forehead. Nice pulls him in for another kiss, on the lips this time and much more demanding, before he releases him with a smile.

Murasaki makes fried rice for dinner because he knows Nice loves it. He's certain Nice notices but he doesn't comment on it.

When they start eating, the atmosphere around them still feels stiff but it gradually lifts until Nice tells Murasaki about how Birthday spilt coke in Ratio's car the other day. All Murasaki can do is shake his head.

"Geez, he's a grown-up man. One day Ratio will really punch him and it's going to hurt."

They both chuckle at the thought and Nice is about to agree when suddenly the air around them feels heavier again. Nice sighs.

"No, he won't. Ratio would never hurt Birthday."

Murasaki swallows the rice in his mouth and stays silent for a second before he agrees:

"Yeah, he probably won't."

They continue eating together in silence until Nice says, several minutes later:

"You know, Murasaki..."

Murasaki looks up from his plate - the bunny one - and waits for Nice to talk on.

"I'm really glad you're there to punch me or kick my ass when I need it."

Murasaki's eyes widen before he starts chuckling. Between giggles he sees Nice pout across from him. He grabs Nice's hand and squeezes it gently.

"Whenever you need it, my king."

The grin on his face only widens when Nice blushes and tries to squirm his hand out of Murasaki's grasp. Murasaki lets go of him and his grin turns into a gentle smile.

"Just eat up already, we're going to bed early today."

It's Nice's turn to grin.

"Someone's really eager tonight."

Murasaki can feel himself almost blushing but he ends up laughing and flicks Nice's forehead.

"You were the one who said he's tired earlier. I was just trying to be considerate."

Nice mumbles, "I know", while he rubs his forehead but Murasaki can see the corners of his lips are still pulled up and he lets out a relieved sigh. At least Nice is distracted like this for a while and that's what's most important to Murasaki right now.
When they're done eating Murasaki takes both their plates and chopsticks and takes them to wash them along with the rest of the dishes he needed to prepare the rice. In the meanwhile he basically shoos Nice off to the bathroom to get ready for bed and when he dries the last plate Nice is standing under the door in nothing but his underwear.

Even though he's seen Nice like that several times before - even before they kind of started dating, Nice never really bothered to look adequate when at home - he can't help but quickly turn away again. Almost furiously he dries the tiger plate in his hand and is afraid of breaking it when Nice's arms wrap around his waist from behind.

"Hurry up, okay?"

The teasing in Nice's voice is so obvious Murasaki is glad when he releases him before he himself can utter any response.
Murasaki takes a deep breath. They've fooled around several times since Nice came back, but they haven't gone any further than what they did when Nice had come back; meaning they usually jerked each other off and went to sleep immediately after.

But Murasaki isn't an idiot. He knows that Nice is still a teenager with raging hormones and that he himself isn't that much older and in the prime of his life; he knows what comes next.
He hopes that Nice wants to sleep with him as much as he wants to sleep with Nice but he just hasn't found the right time to ask him yet - not to mention that he doesn't know how to ask.

"Murasaki...?"

At the sound of his name Murasaki snaps out of his thoughts. A look at the time makes him realise that he's been lost in thoughts for the past five minutes. He flushes the dishwater down the drain and calls back, "I'll be right there", before he leaves for the bathroom.
Murasaki brushes his teeth and puts on his pyjamas as quickly as possible so he doesn't start worrying again. Things will happen when they're supposed to happen and most likely not today because they decided to just go to bed, he tells himself as he steps into their bedroom.

Nice has already crawled under the blanket on his side of the bed when Murasaki closes the door behind himself but he's still awake so he makes room for Murasaki to climb in as well. Murasaki makes sure to leave some space between them and faces the wall; they aren't cuddlers and if they had ever woken up pressed against each other it had been on accident and due to Nice moving a lot in his sleep.
It's not like Murasaki doesn't want to feel Nice's body and warmth at night - he does, especially since Nice has come back after such a long time. It's more the case that he's scared of being too pushy and Nice getting tired of him. He doesn't think he could cope with that.

Murasaki lies awake for a while, lost in thoughts. He thinks about them, about Art and all the things happening around them in general. He doesn't know how late it is when he can feel and hear Nice turning in his sleep and seconds later the younger boy clutches at his shirt. For a second Murasaki wonders how Nice can move so purposefully in his sleep when he hears a whisper:

"Murasaki? Are you asleep?"

He almost feels bad when he laughs quietly at how young Nice sounds in this moment - as if he's on a grade-school sleepover. But he quickly calms down again and slowly turns around, leaving Nice enough time to entangle himself from Murasaki's clothes. When they're finally face to face Murasaki whispers back:

"No."

Their faces are as close as possible without actually touching - sharing each others' breaths - and Nice's next words are at least as quiet as his previous ones.

"I can't sleep."

Murasaki moves his hand up from beneath the covers and slowly strokes Nice's cheek. It's much more intimate than how they usually act, but it feels so right and Nice actually nuzzles his palm a little so he just keeps going.

"Yeah, me neither."

They stay like that for a while - Murasaki's hand up at Nice's cheek, gently stroking his cheek, Nice moving into the touch from time to time. At some point Nice's own hand lays on top of Murasaki's and his own thumb starts sliding over the skin he finds there and they continue like that for some time.
Murasaki is actually close to drifting off into sleep when Nice softly raises his voice again.

"Hey, Murasaki?"

His thumb stops moving and he searches for Nice's eyes in the dark.

"Hm?"

His voice sounds sleepy but his full attention is on what Nice wants to say and how this one particular streetlight from outside reflects in his orb.

"I really can't sleep."

Murasaki can tell that this is not what Nice really meant to tell him so he waits for him to continue.

"Can you distract me until I get tired again?"

For a moment Murasaki doesn't know what Nice is talking about and how he's supposed to answer but then Nice's hand slides down his arm and side and he understands. Carefully he tilts his head a little and lazily kisses Nice who immediately reciprocates.
In the blink of an eye Nice pushes their blankets off and crawls into Murasaki's lap to straddle him. Murasaki sits up to make it more comfortable for Nice and wants to slide the boy's shirt up only to remember that he always sleeps shirtless. Instead, his hands wander all over Nice's exposed skin, only breaking contact to let Nice take off his pyjama shirt.

As soon as their naked chests touch their kisses get even more heated. Nice puts his arms around Murasaki's shoulders and pulls him impossibly closer, gently clawing at his shoulders from time to time. Reluctantly, Murasaki detaches himself after a while just to lick down Nice's neck and over his collarbone.
Nice's breath hitches and he unconsciously leaves one big scratch mark on Murasaki's chest which in turn makes the older one moan loudly. Murasaki keeps placing kisses all over Nice's jaw, neck and shoulders, steadying him with his hands on his back, while Nice starts moving his hips in little thrusts. When he finally graces Murasaki's cock with his own they both gasp in shock and excitement.

Murasaki grabs Nice's hips, helps him move in a rhythm they both appreciate with Nice now steadying himself on Murasaki's shoulders. They grind against one another for a while until their breaths come shorter but it's still not enough and they both know it.
With a sigh, Murasaki embraces Nice's whole torso only to spin them around and pin him into the mattress. He relishes the sight beneath him—Nice with flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair—and it doesn't matter how many times he sees him like that, Murasaki will never get enough of it.

Nice still has his arms around him when Murasaki leans down to shower his chest with kisses. He starts from the clavicle, softly biting the skin covering the bone, and then trails down slowly. When he licks over Nice's left nipple the boy suddenly grabs at his hair and he tugs at it a little when Murasaki trails his tongue over to the other one only to teasingly grace his teeth over the soft skin. Soon enough Nice turns into the squirming mess that Murasaki has gotten so used to in bed. It always makes him feel proud to be the one to reduce Nice to this state but he's well aware that it's just the same the other way around.

Slowly but surely Murasaki makes his way down Nice's torso, plants a kiss on each abdominal muscle that stands out and laps up his belly button which causes Nice to let one very loud gasp. The closer he gets to Nice's pants, the more he can feel the other one trying hard to restrain himself to not start bucking his hips, so he decides to stop the teasing and hooks his fingers under the waist band.
Nice carefully lifts his hips and with one smooth movement Murasaki sits back to pull the pants all the way down and off. Immediately, Nice's erection springs free and he lets out a relieved sigh. Murasaki looks at him from where he's still sitting close to the younger's knees, scans his whole body from head to toe, and decides it's time to take their relationship another step forward.

He closes the distances between his lips and Nice's skin once more and starts kissing from his shins this time, up over his knees and thighs. He makes sure to plant kisses on both legs alternately and gently pushes Nice's legs apart the higher he gets. Halfway up the thighs Murasaki shifts to the insides and gently nibs at the skin there, leaving a few small marks which no-one will ever know about.
Nice's moans grow louder by the second and as soon as Murasaki is close enough again he grabs his hair for support. Murasaki softly chuckles and the cold air that grazes Nice's skin makes the boy shiver and get even harder.

Finally, Murasaki kisses his way all up to Nice's erection and he's sure Nice expects him to just go up further but instead he leans in closer and presses a kiss to the shaft. While it's not the first time he's done that, he's never done more than a little kiss or maybe one lick of his tongue. But today he feels like spoiling Nice more than usual because he seemed so down earlier, so he holds the lower part of his cock to steady it and licks it up to the tip where he puts his lips around it.
Nice almost forgets to breathe at the sensation and his head snaps up to see the tip of his cock buried in Murasaki's mouth. Panting, he asks indignantly:

"What are you doing?"

Murasaki pulls back immediately and suddenly feels self-conscious, wondering if he took it too far.

"I'm sorry, I just thought... I can just stop if you don't--"

"Whatever you're doing, don't ever stop!", Nice interrupts him and the blush on his face is beautifully illuminated by the streetlights outside.
Murasaki's eyes widen a little but he lets out a breathy laugh before he leans back in. His lips close around the tip again and he circles his tongue around it experimentally. The way he can hear Nice flop back onto the mattress with shaky breath assures Murasaki that he's doing the right thing after all.

From then on Murasaki takes his time to pleasure Nice. He brings his right hand up to hold the shaft steady while his tongue licks uneven patterns from the base to the tip.
Nice once again buries one of his hands in Murasaki's spiky hair, unconsciously pushing and pulling the tiniest bit in response to his mouth. With his other hand Nice covers his own mouth to muffle his moans even though there's no-one there to hear him except the one working him up like that.

As soon as Murasaki slowly starts bobbing his head up and down, though, Nice's gasping and moaning grows louder and with a slight tilt of his neck Murasaki can see that he is now desperately grabbing the sheets for support.
When Murasaki wants to turn back to focus on the task at hand, literally, their eyes meet and Nice almost painfully pulls on his hair until his face is a few inches away from the younger's cock.

"Stop, please!"

Murasaki wills himself to look away from the glistening tip in front of his eyes—covered in precum and his own saliva—and up to Nice's face. His mind finally catches up on what happened just now and within a second, worry written all over his face, Murasaki crawls back up the bed to stroke a thumb over Nice's hot, sweaty cheek.

"Sorry, was that not good?"

The concern drips heavily through Murasaki's voice and Nice takes hold of the fingers caressing his cheek to reassure Murasaki with a squeeze that everything was fine.
Now the older looks nothing but confused.

"I just…"

Nice obviously hesitates to which Murasaki raises his eyebrows.

"I just don’t want to be the only one feeling good."

Murasaki feels a wave of relief wash over him before he gets smitten.

"Could it be that it felt too good?"

Nice’s blush is back in full bloom and he hides his face against Murasaki’s chest. The heat it radiates makes his heart flutter.

"You were way too good at this…", Nice mumbles against his pecs and Murasaki has to push him away a little to see the way Nice averts his gaze to make sure he didn’t just imagine it.

"Have you done this before?"

Murasaki can’t help the quiet laugh that escapes his lips but he shuts up as soon as he sees the miserable state Nice is in. He clears his throat.

"I… I’ve never done it with a guy, so I’m just as new to this as you are."

Nice seems to consider his answer and sits up next to Murasaki.

"So you’ve done it with women…?"

Murasaki sighs deeply; he really didn’t want to have this conversation now, but he feels like he owes his partner an explanation.

"Once. And it’s totally normal, I’m four years older than you after all."

He pushes his glasses up to cover his blush. Nice next to him laughs and starts crawling over him.

"Did she lick you like you just did to me?"

Murasaki’s eyes widen.

"What? No!"

He tries to sit up but suddenly Nice is straddling him and pushes him back onto the mattress. With a satisfied grin on his lips he slides down, taking off Murasaki’s pyjama pants in the process.

"Then I get at least one of your firsts, right?"

Murasaki lets out a dry laugh but relaxes back into the sheets; Nice took the news better than expected.

A second later Nice’s lips are on his cock and the whole previous conversation is forgotten. The wet heat around the tip is almost too much, all that sudden, but Murasaki somehow manages to refrain from thrusting his hips in Nice’s mouth.

Nice’s technique is, well, interesting. His tongue swirls around more than it needs to and more than it probably should, but Murasaki does his best to concentrate on the feeling of just /something/ stimulating him. Therefore he can’t help the few moans he lets out.

When Nice suddenly tries to deep-throat him, though, he fails epically and pulls back quickly, teeth almost painfully grazing the soft skin of the shaft. Murasaki softly pats his head to help him - and his coughing fit - to calm down. He softly laughs.

"Geez, Nice. What are you trying to do? This isn’t a popsicle."

Nice finally breathes almost evenly again. More roughly than needed he wipes the saliva off the corners of his mouth, that almost dripped down while he was trying to give head. With a little skip in his heartbeat Murasaki notices how red Nice’s face is.

"Shut up!"

Murasaki reaches out to stroke Nice’s cheek with his thumb and Nice subconsciously leans into it.

"I think you watch too much porn…"

The skin under his hand gets even warmer and Nice mumbles another “Shut up”. Then, Murasaki’s hand stops suddenly and he looks at Nice with a mix of determination and hesitation. When a few seconds have passed and he still hasn’t said anything, Nice raises his eyebrows.

"If you want to tell me just how bad I wa—"

"Have you ever thought about having sex?", Murasaki blurts out, cutting Nice off mid-sentence. The younger just looks at him with wide eyes at first, but then grins.

"You just said yourself that I watch too much porn. Of course I’ve thought about having sex."

Murasaki is a little surprised that Nice doesn’t blush at /that/, but he forces himself to focus again, clears his throat.

"I don’t mean in general, I mean, well…"

He takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for rejection, because Nice likes long legs and big boobs, and he has neither.
In the end it’s Nice who finishes the sentence for him.

"You mean, if I wanna have sex with you?"

For a second Murasaki thinks about averting his gaze, but he firmly keeps his eyes on Nice while he nods.

"Yeah, that."

Nice lets out a long and deep sigh and flops back down onto the mattress next to the other.

“‘Course I have. Why do you think we’re doing this?”

That answer hurts more than Murasaki wants and dares to admit. He should’ve known that Nice didn’t feel the same and he’s suddenly glad he stopped him from using the word ‘love’ the other day.

"Ah, damn, that sounded wrong."

Nice seems to look for the right words and Murasaki feels more confused than ever.

"Well, how do I say that? The important thing isn’t to have sex with you but to have sex with you. Does that make sense?"

Murasaki looks over Nice, from top to bottom - noticing the half-erection Nice is still sporting - and thinks that maybe sometimes he should have more faith in his partner.

When he hasn’t answered for apparently too long Nice turns to him, raised eyebrows and questioning eyes. Suddenly he almost looks insecure. Murasaki smiles and softly says, “Yeah, it does,” before he leans down to kiss Nice.

The younger instantly wraps his arms around Murasaki’s shoulders and the air around them feels hotter again.

Their kiss grows more passionate by the second and soon Murasaki half covers his partner. Nice’s hands wander from where they’re locked behind Murasaki’s body, down his ribcage and back up his spine.

The places on Nice’s body that aren’t in direct skin contact with the other are again explored by Murasaki’s hand which gradually travels lower.
Soon Murasaki's hand reaches Nice's hip and he flips them around, so the other is straddling him again. Nice's lips never leave Murasaki's, and when he's sitting on the other's abdomen he takes his jaw line in his hands and leans back in to keep the contact.

Nice tips forward a little to keep his balance and Murasaki takes the chance to run his hands over his ass that's now sticking out in the air.
Murasaki lets his partner have full control over their kiss, following his lead and pace. Meanwhile, he starts kneading Nice's butt cheeks softly, and slowly scoots his fingertips further to the gap in-between until Nice starts moaning louder in his mouth.
While still moving his hands, Murasaki asks:

"Is this okay?"

Nice's lips leave his and he suddenly hides his face in the crook of Murasaki's neck.

"Why did you have to ask? Now I feel embarrassed after all..."

Murasaki lets one hand stay on Nice's ass and takes the other up to thread it through his hair.

"Is that a yes or a no?"

Nice lets out a low groan, but pushes himself up in the next second to look his partner in the eyes.

"It's definitely a yes."

Murasaki smiles at him and brushes a strand of hair out of his face, before he asks, face reddening drastically:

"Then, could you reach over to the nightstand and get the tube that's in there?"

Nice pulls up his eyebrows but stretches over to the nightstand next to their bed. While he's rummaging around to find the tube, Murasaki trails his hands and tongue over the abs that are now right in front of him.
Nice shivers above him but he finally gets his fingers on the object he's looking for and sits back, inspecting it.

Murasaki curiously watches him, sees the colour rise in his cheeks once again. Without looking him in the eyes, Nice hands him the lube and Murasaki can see that his fingers are shaking a little.
To calm him down, Murasaki starts talking slowly and in a slow and soothing voice.

"I just thought I’d prepare beforehand, just in case it’d happen soon…"

Nice was never one to show his nerves, so when he settles back down in Murasaki’s lap he teases:

"You must’ve been very eager to sleep with me."

Murasaki uncaps the lube, pours some on his finger. Then he hesitates, before he finally answers.

"… Yeah. But I’m not eager enough to hurt you, so can you spread your legs a little further?"

Nice silently obeys.

"Try to get comfortable."

He leans forward, until they’re in the same position as they were before, and slowly kisses Murasaki.

"You okay?"

Nice nods without breaking the contact and Murasaki slowly pushes the tip of his right index finger in his hole. The muscles around him clench and he stays like that. He can feel Nice trying to relax and encouragingly slides his tongue over his bottom lip. Nice shivers and shifts his weight on his arms completely, spreading his legs a bit further.

Murasaki starts circling his fingertip inside, earning a few confused-sounding moans from the boy above him. Slowly, he pushes in further.
Nice still unconsciously tries to avoid the intrusion, moving his hips forward just a little, and Murasaki lets him, gives him the time to adjust.

They don’t break their kiss even once until Murasaki has half his finger inside his partner and Nice lets out a particularly loud moan.

"You startin’ to feel better?", Murasaki whispers, his breath hot against Nice’s cheek. The younger shrugs.

"Not sure yet, ngh."

Murasaki presses in a little further.

"For now it’s mostly weird…"

In the next second, Nice dives in for another kiss. Murasaki takes it as encouragement to keep going and he picks up a slightly faster pace, pushing the finger all the way in in just one movement.
Nice gaps.

"Sorry, was that too fast?"

Nice shakes his head, but unconsciously spreads his legs just one centimetre further apart.
Murasaki slowly pulls out again, making Nice shiver a little. When he pushes back in it goes much more smoothly than before.

For a while Murasaki stimulates Nice with his one finger, before he asks in a low voice:

"Can I add another one?"

Nice hesitates for about half a second and nods.
Murasaki pulls out completely again, circling the tip around the entrance again to get Nice to loosen up more. Then he adds another digit proceeds the same way until Nice is ready for a third finger.

"You still okay?"

Nice nods again but adds:
"How much longer is this gonna take?"

Murasaki chuckles and answers:
"Well, you need to get used to at least one more finger…"

Nice starts moving his hips on his own now, slowly fucking himself on Murasaki’s fingers.

"Why do you know all this?"

Murasaki bends his fingers, making Nice moan again.

"I told you I prepared beforehand."

He pulls out again to add a third digit, but this time it’s much harder than before. Nice clenches around him again and Murasaki can see his cock go limp. With the hand not working up his partner he feels for the half-hard erection.
Murasaki slowly works the third finger in, distracting Nice by circling the tip of his cock with his thumb.

Being stimulated by the back and front soon is too much for Nice and the strength in his arms leaves him. He buries his face in the pillow next to Murasaki’s neck, his pelvis only being held up by his partner’s hands.
Since both his hands are occupied, Murasaki can only kiss Nice’s sweaty temple for comfort. In a soft voice he whispers:

"It’s okay, I’ve got you."

And suddenly Nice moans Murasaki’s name especially loud and comes all over both of their stomachs. The older strokes him a few more times to completely get him through his orgasm, before he completely collapses onto the other.

Panting heavily, Nice winces when Murasaki pulls out his fingers and winces even more, when the sticky substance between them spreads with every tiny movement.
Murasaki gently nudges Nice’s head with his chin until he turns to look at him. He presses a chaste kiss to the younger’s lips.

For a little while they kiss lazily, but soon Nice flinches at the drying semen between them. He pulls away to look down between them.

"This is getting kind of gross..."

Murasaki chuckles and gently pushes at his shoulder.

"Roll over, I'll clean this up."

Nice does as he's told and watches Murasaki's naked backside as he leaves the room to get a damp towel.
When he comes back, having cleaned himself in the bathroom, Nice's eyes fall on his half-hard cock and he narrows his eyes.

"You didn't come yet."

It's not a question but a simple statement, which makes Murasaki stop in his tracks. With the towel in his hands he follows Nice's gaze and quickly looks up again when he realises what he's talking about.
He throws the damp cloth at Nice.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Nice actually has the nerve to laugh at him, but as soon as Murasaki is close enough his partner grabs his wrist and pulls him back down onto the bed.
Murasaki inelegantly flops down next to him and Nice turns him around so he's lying on his back.

"What are you doing?"

Nice crawls over him and slides down his front, leaving kisses on his skin every now and then. He finally answers when he's looking right at the tip of Murasaki's cock.

"Making sure you won't have to fall asleep feeling frustrated."

Murasaki almost snorts but then Nice's lips are on his shaft and he remains silent.
Nice is still sloppy in his blowjob but he's taking it more slowly now compared to his first try just a while ago. Soon, Murasaki's erection is standing up proudly again and he's moaning in rhythm with Nice's head bobbing.

It doesn't take him long after their earlier antics to reach his climax, but he makes sure to hold it off long enough to pull Nice's head off him so he doesn't shoot right up his throat. And even though Nice yelps in surprise when Murasaki yanks at his hair to get some distance between them, he does look a little relieved when he realised the purpose.

Slowly, Murasaki comes down from his high, breathing evening out and heartbeat slowing down. Nice picks up the damp towel from where it dropped onto the floor next to the bed and gently starts cleaning them both up.
Murasaki sighs contently, taking the cloth from Nice to wipe the last few stains of cum off himself and then surprises himself by how little he cares when he just drops the towel back down onto the floor.

They lie down next to each other, much closer than usual and Murasaki thinks that maybe he won't come off as pushy after all if he'd pull Nice into his arms now, so he does. Nice actually nuzzles his head against Murasaki's chest and the older can feel the corners of his lips pull up against his skin. With one hand Murasaki starts gently stroking Nice's hair.

They lie in silence for a while, almost drifting off, when Murasaki whispers close to Nice's ear:
"We'll figure something out."

Nice manages a confused, low grunt in response and Murasaki adds:
"About Art... We'll figure something out."

When Nice doesn't answer anymore, breath slow and even, Murasaki pulls him just a little bit closer and murmurs, "If you can't take him out, I'll do it for you. I promise," before he, too, drifts off to sleep.