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[moekuro]

FEEL FREE TO IGNORE THE STUFF ABOUT APHRO IF YOU WANT. CLOSET-DOM UNTO ITSELF IS FINE.



Today, you wake up inside a small, empty closet in which the air is most certainly contaminated with premium brand of grade A airborne aphrodisiac. Above the doors of the closet is a digital clock that reads "7:00" exactly. You do not know how long you have been inside this closet and, thus, it's almost impossible to tell how long you have been exposed to the aphro. No matter how much more time goes by, the clock does not change.

Then the doors open suddenly, but before you can make a move for them, another individual is shoved in with you, and the doors are shut and locked once again. Your unexpected "roommate" has also been drugged with the aphrodisiac and also does not know how long it has been since they were exposed. The only clue at all is how aroused you are and how difficult you find it not to engage in sexual acts with the person you have been paired up with.

Now, you realize that the clock that read "7:00" is not a clock at all — it's a timer, and it started counting down for exactly 7 minutes when the doors were shut again.

OBJECTIVE: All you have to do is wait it out for 7 full minutes with the other person inside the closet space. At the end of your 7 minutes, the closet doors will automatically unlock and open, releasing you both. Aphro or no aphro, it seems easy, right? Well, there's a catch; each and every time you two touch each other, the timer completely starts over.

Whether you want to get out of the closet or not, good luck!

RULES: [ALL OPTIONAL]
Post with your character's name, fandom, and pairing preferences, if you have any, in the subject line of your comment. You can either make up a little scenario for your character or leave it blank and let others surprise you!

Feel free to specify how much aphro your character has been given in the subject line!

Have fun and play nice!

[originally from The Love Hotel]

Comments

[shiguresoenryu]

[Yeah, normally he's pretty observant, but whoever did this to them was really sneaky!

...Which means, yes. It probably -was- the kid.

He takes a moment to think, which is difficult when Tsuna's touching him at all -- why? He's not sure, all he knows is he can't really concentrate, when Tsuna's close!]

Um...I think so? Haha, I can't really remember...

[Now that he thinks about it, it's all pretty jumbled up; how exactly -did- they get here? And why is that timer counting backwards...and now going back to 7 again?]

...Nn, it did! I wonder why...

[Out of curiosity, and with a little effort, he pulls away from Tsuna's hand on his shoulder so they're not touching, and watches as the clock starts to count down again. Then he reaches out, his fingers touching somewhere along Tsuna's neck, and it goes back up to 7 again.]

Haha, it only goes back to the beginning if we're touching! Maa, what a weird game.

[damedametuna]

[Weird. He didn't think much of not having any memory of getting into this closet since he was technically asleep in the first place. Judging by the pajamas still on him, whoever culprit until proven innocent: Reborn did this didn't care if they he pulled him straight out of bed. But it doesn't seem to sit right with him that Yamamoto doesn't remember.

Actually, it's cause for some concern. He tilts his head, carefully leaning in to get a better 'look' over Yamamoto in case he's been hurt. That's a task on it's own with all the fluttering warmth sweeping over. Focus!

He stops just as Yamamoto moves away. It's a good thing it's dark otherwise Yamamoto might have seen some of that disappointment lace his face. Although, that doesn't stick around too long. The moment fingers brush his neck, a warm shiver washes over and his voice breaks out in a quiet moan.

His eyes widen and up shoots his hand, accidentally smacking his face rather than covering his mouth like intended.]

O-Ow...!

[You saw nothing, Yamamoto!]

What kind of timer knows when we're touching?

[shiguresoenryu]

[Yeah, it's not sitting right with him, either. He's usually so aware of his surroundings, but he can't recall how he got here at all! It's more than a little worrying, but, as usual, he doesn't show it, grinning even if Tsuna can't see him and laughing quietly in the darkness.]

T-Tsuna...?

[He definitely wasn't expecting a reaction like that just from touching the other, but there it is; a sound that is unmistakably a moan! He pulls his hand back immediately, flushing brightly in the darkness, but really all he wants to do is touch the other boy again!]

Are you okay? D-did you hurt yourself? Sorry if I startled you, haha.

[A pause.]

It's just a game, right? So all we have to do is win it. If the timer goes down when we're not touching, then we should just not touch for seven minutes, right? Then it'll let us out!

[damedametuna]

[He's not sure what's more embarrassing-- the fact that sound came out of him from just a touch or Yamamoto having heard his failed attempt to cover it up. Either way, his face is left a hot, bright red and, for the most part, he's glad for lack of light in the closet.]

Eh! Ah! N-No! I-I'm alright. Y-You didn't scare me.

[Quite the opposite. He sheepishly laughs, trying to push aside the little voice inside that wants the other to reach over and touch him again. Taking a deep breath in (which probably isn't going to help), he brings his hands together on his lap, fidgeting slightly as he listens to Yamamoto.]

I guess so...

[It seems too easy, but the more he thinks about it, the less skeptical he sounds. How hard could it be not touching for seven straight minutes?]

Yeah! It's worth trying. It's the only way out without breaking the closet door.

[And if they really are in his house, explaining how they busted a closet door to his mom probably won't go well. So, sitting and waiting it is! Rather, sitting and quietly fidgeting.]

H-How many minutes do we have left now?

[He could easily see for himself, but feels the need to ask anyway as he idly traces patterns on the back of his hand.]

[shiguresoenryu]

[Don't be embarrassed, Tsuna! At least, not too much! This guy is blushing, too, but shhhh, that's beside the point.]

Nn, as long as you say so...

[He doesn't seem quite convinced, but he's not going to push it! Also, it's probably bad for you that you got stuck in a tiny space like this with the most touchy-feely guy ever, isn't it? Or...is that a -good- thing? It depends on the way you look at it...? He nods, in the dark, even though Tsuna can't see him.]

Haha, yeah. We don't even know where we are, so breaking things probably isn't a good idea...

[He looks up to the clock, staring at it for a moment.]

...Six minutes.

[That's not too long, right? Except...Yamamoto's not good at things like this, and he's also kinda tall, so when he tries to move his legs and get more comfortable, one of them brushes up against the other and he breathes in sharply, the feeling of it shooting all the way up his spine.]

Ah, sorry. It reset again. This'll be harder than it looks!

[damedametuna]

[Thank goodness Yamamoto didn't question or ask him any more. He couldn't imagine explaining the reaction he had. Heck, he's still not sure why Yamamoto's fingers against the skin of his neck felt like an instant shock of pleasure. He fiddles with his fingers for a few seconds before hesitantly bringing a hand up toward his neck, grazing the spot in mind.

Well, obviously touching himself doesn't have any affect on the timer, but Tsuna does draw another deep breath in, eyes shutting while his fingers trace his skin. Again, he's thankful for the dark because then Yamamoto might see the little way his head inclines to one side solely from reenacting the other's touch.

And when he catches himself, face flushing even warmer than before, he thinks he should stop. Right now!]

Tha-That's not bad. One minute dow--

[Spoken way too soon. Tsuna's body tenses immediately and he freezes in place, voice stuck in his throat as a shiver crawls through him. It takes a few seconds for him to finally exhale the breath he held in and shakily speak, clearing his voice between words.]

I-It's alright! It's just o-one minute we have to make u-up. Are... are you okay?

[shiguresoenryu]

[Yamamoto blinks, listening to the sound of Tsuna breathing in deeply, wondering what exactly the other boy is thinking about here in the dark with him. He finds himself wondering if Tsuna would mind if he were to reach out and touch him again. His hand starts to reach out in spite of himself, without him really realizing what he's doing.]

Nn, I'm alright! Just trying to get more comfortable, haha. Didn't mean to startle you...

[It's too bad Tsuna can't see him, because he's got his head cocked to the side all adorably curious, though his cheeks are bright red.]

You sound kinda weird, Tsuna...are you sure you're alright...?

[damedametuna]

[Tsuna flails his arms, but keeps them close to avoid hitting Yamamoto and accidentally setting the timer back again. Although, the idea of touching or being touched is starting not to seem so bad, to him at least. He's not so sure Yamamoto is thinking the same though.]

N-No, it's fine! Do you want me to move? I think there's a little room I can move back.

[Carefully, he starts to scoot away, just an inch or two, until his back hits a wall. Yamamoto's words catch him by surprise, making him frantically nod, even if the other can't really make him out.]

W-We... Weird? N-Nn! I'm okay! I just... feel a little...

[And there he goes back to rubbing that spot on his neck again, slow and reluctant.]

... hot.

[shiguresoenryu]

[Well, this is awkward, isn't it~? Yamamoto pulls his hand back, after a moment, realizing what he's doing, and shakes his head though he knows the other can't see it. He might look faintly disappointed, too; it's a good thing Tsuna can't see that, either!]

You don't have to move! I'm fine, haha.

[He tilts his head as he hears the other move anyway, and then he frowns, worriedly.]

Nn, it's a little warm in here...I'm starting to sweat a little!

[He glances to the timer.]

Five minutes to go. That's not long, we should be out of here soon!

[damedametuna]

You too? Maybe a bath after this would be nice, right?

[He lightly laughs, trying to keep from sounding 'weird' to Yamamoto. The last thing he wants is to worry the other especially over something as silly as the warmth he felt best from Yamamoto's accidental brushes.]

Ah. Two minutes already passed? This might be easier than we thought.

[So he says. It doesn't exactly feel that way. The more deeply he breathes in, the more restless he gets. His eyes shut once more, letting his hand wander from his neck down to his collar bone. It's a slow motion he tries to make off as natural, just in case Yamamoto squints and somehow sees. He's... fixing the collar of his pajama top; that's what he convinces even himself that he's doing. He continues to inhale in deep and quietly exhale.]

[shiguresoenryu]

Nn, a bath would be great! Especially since it's kinda cramped in here...I think I'll be a little stiff, haha.

[He wishes he could see what Tsuna's doing over there, but no matter how hard he tries, it's just too dark! His eyes keep glancing up at the clock, but it seems like time is moving so slow; like it's not moving at all. So, he starts to fidget. He's barefoot, and he wiggles his toes in the carpet for a moment, then slowly finds himself stretching his leg out, his toes searching for the other. When they brush against Tsuna's leg, he nearly jumps from the flood of warmth that flows through him, and he gasps, loudly, before he can stop himself.]

S-Sorry...

[He murmurs the word, but he doesn't exactly sound sorry! He's licking his lips, a little, that warmth going straight between his legs. And it'd be embarrassing, if Tsuna could see it, but since he can't...Yamamoto just keeps brushing his foot along the other's leg, unable to help himself. Hopefully you don't mind, Tsuna...?]

[damedametuna]

[You are out to give him a string of mini heart attacks, aren't you? One minute he's quietly laughing, nodding softly in agreement as his fingers keep sliding across his own clavicle, and the next... well, there's toes with cool skin against his leg that send a jolt of heat up his body, causing his breathing to stutter. He's scared, for a second, that Yamamoto can see him. His expression looks exactly like a petrified bunny and, no doubt he's been caught. Caught doing what, he doesn't know! He's innocent! He's not touching himself! Nonono! Tsuna's mind fumbles with the excuse he'd come up with-- just fixing that darn shirt collar! As soon Yamamoto gasp's sinks in, though, he starts to slowly unwind and blinks at the dark.]

Ta-Takeshi...? Did... did something just happen? Are you okay?

[There's concern lacing his voice and he begins to shift away from the wall. He barely catches the apology, shaking his head. Now Yamamoto's the one that sounds weird.]

N-Nn, it's fine. Do you still need more room?

[And there's his answer-- Yamamoto's foot against his leg, brushing it over and over and, he really doesn't mind at all! Tsuna sucks in a breath, one hand bunching the fabric of his shirt while the other settles strategically over where all the pleasure starts building up to. A small sound leaves his throat and hums out just as his eyes glance up to the timer.]

I-It's resetting back to seven over and over.

[Not even a second gets knocked down before the clock goes right back. With a gulp, he gradually moves his leg against Yamamoto's, and smoothes his hand over his chest rather than leaving it clenched up in his shirt.]

...m-mn--

[shiguresoenryu]

[Awww, concerned for him? No need to be, Tsuna. He's enjoying himself! It's a little embarrassing, but it feels good, and it's not like Tsuna can see him, so that gives him courage, too. He keeps his foot running along the other's leg, up toward his thigh, swallowing thickly.]

I'm fine, haha. I just...it's really hot in here, isn't it?

[At least, he thinks so; he's burning up! Those little shocks of heat running through him each time he touches the other aren't helping, but for some reason he just can't make himself stop. It feels too good!]

Nn, sorry...it's my fault, haha.

[Hearing that odd little noise from the other makes him squirm a little, awkwardly; he's kind of turned on, and that's embarrassing, right? But...he doesn't think Tsuna would laugh, and so he's not too worried. He's starting to sweat, though; it really is hot in here!]

Do you mind if I take my shirt off...? I mean, I know you can't really see, but it's really hot in here, haha.

[And, if Tsuna -does- mind, it's a bit late-- his fingers are already working on tugging his pajama shirt up over his head, tossing it aside in the darkness. That's a a little better! He breathes out a sigh of relief, his hands running back down his chest slowly, fingers pressing lightly into skin. Why does it feel so good...?]