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[LOG] Marui and Niou
Who: Marui and Niou
When: Today
Where: Hiyoshi and Niou's room
What: Niou gets The Talk from Marui
Warning: There be sex talk under here.
Niou headed to the rec room, once again armed with glue, and this time laser cut pieces to put together. It was good to get away from engineering and actually enjoy some time off and to himself. He put his things down and glanced around the room and paused on the … dead? Sleeping? person on one of the couches. And he was going to just ignore them as not his problem (although vague ideas about feeding Mr Oshitari's blob came to mind), but then he paused.
Marui Bunta.
Who could be a good source of answers that he didn't really want to go googling since it was likely Yanagi monitored everything. Right. It was not in his schedule, but sometimes serendipitous events required flexibility.
So he got up, and headed over to the apparently sleeping Marui and stared down at him. Yes, definitely sleeping and not dead. Mr Oshitari's blob would have to wait another day. And then dropped the bottle of glue on top of him.
Turns out recovering from a head injury required sleep. Like, lots of sleep. It had been most of what Marui’d been doing lately, and now that his videos were done for the month, why not. He’d gotten up to eat earlier and then wandered to the lounge for a change of scenery before he ended up falling sleep on the couch there, and he’d felt safe enough doing so because with such a small population on the base, jerks were few and far between.
So it was just his luck of course that one of them managed to find him. Marui startled awake, jolting upright and swatting the glue away from him like he was swatting at invisible bugs. The bright lights of the lounge quickly brought him back to reality however, and he looked around to see what was really happening, and… oh, it was that Niou guy. Great. Marui gave no attempt to pretend he was happy to see him. “If you wanted me to move, y’coulda just asked.”
Oh that was an interesting reaction to having something dropped on him. Niou watched the bottle of glue go skidding away across the floor. He'd pick that up later, it didn't look like it was leaking. "I want to talk to you. In private," he said, looking at Marui curiously. "You look like you're free."
“Nope, super busy actually. Try back again never.” With that curt dismissal, Marui rolled over on the couch so his back was facing Niou. If he was lucky, he’d get the hint and leave him alone.
Unfortunately for Marui, Niou was a persistently stubborn person who regularly dealt with rude people. He poked Marui in the back with one of the laser cut pieces, and then kicked the couch to make it move (it did not move enough). "Come on. I'll trade you something for it. I don't ask for information for free."
Yeah, it never was quite that easy, was it. Knowing from the journals just how persistent and annoying Niou could be, Marui sat up with a grumble and resigned himself to his fate, lest he be poked and prodded forever. "Fine, but it better be something good. Where are we doing this?"
"I mean, it's a topic that you're quite knowledgeable about." At least Niou assumed so from the very public comments. He rescued his glue bottle and bits and pieces. "My room? Pretty sure Hiyoshi is out."
Well that was ominous. Still, the easiest thing was just to get it over with, so Marui stood up with all the grace of a geriatric antelope and stretched. "Yeah yeah, let's go." This was making him tired already.
Niou led the way back to his room, glancing behind him regularly to check that Marui hadn’t just dropped to the ground and passed out (although he had a feeling he’d hear that if it happened). He opened the door and went straight to dump his things on his desk, pushing his chair with a foot towards Marui. “Sit in the chair.”
Please, Marui wasn't tired enough to just pass out. If anything, he'd sink gracefully to the ground, like a noodle slipping through a chopstick. Luckily the rooms are close by and Marui made it unnoodled, though he completely ignored the chair Niou offered and flopped down on Hiyoshi's bed instead, unceremoniously gathering up his pillow and propping himself up on it, stomach down. "Nah, I'm good. So what did you want my expertise on?"
Niou stared at Marui just lying on Hiyoshi’s bed and oh my god. It would have been one thing if Marui had been on his bed, but on Hiyoshi’s without permission… he was going to have to clean and replace the bedsheets after this. Because that was gross. “That’s my roommate’s bed, but okay.” … He’d replace the pillow too, as he was staring at it.
He sat down in his chair instead, resting his elbows on his knees. “Okay. So just to 100% confirm, you have actually had sex with Akutsu right, it’s not just you two being stupid on the comments?”
“He smells nice. Real clean. Not my fault you’re some kind of pillowless deviant.” Marui didn’t see what the big deal was, some people were so fussy. Oh well. But hey, topic reveal! Niou had Marui’s interest, at least for now. “Yeah, we fucked. Pretty sure it’s only you who pulls weird psychological long-cons with zero payoff like that.” Oh yes, he’d read about the Uion stuff. Very funny.
“I don’t actually sleep in here,” Niou said in his absolute self-defence. Because he was not a pillowless deviant - if anything he was horrified that people somehow managed with a single pillow. But back to the topic at hand. “So I have done some reading and Jin told me to watch porn because he’s being a dick and refusing to help, but I found that very boring. So, as an experienced person, just educate me about the mechanics of being Slot B.” He paused. “Please.” And added that on belatedly.
Wow. Woowww. Marui kind of figured this was going to have to do with sex the moment Niou asked about Akutsu, but damn, the guy really just went for it. “So let me get this straight. You wanna get diddled in the butt, so you came to me, basically a stranger, for help, presumably because you think I’m a slut and therefore some kind of buttsex expert. Is this what I’m hearing?” Marui had no idea how he kept his face straight though all of that. What could he say, he was a man of many talents.
Niou rolled his eyes. “I don’t think you’re a slut.” He didn’t have enough information to make that judgement, and nor did he particularly want that information. “I just know that a) Jin doesn’t have sex with virgins and b) he likes being Part A. So, that would then lead to the conclusion that you’ve had some experience before in that.” He tilted his head slightly and yep, it still felt really wrong to be asking these sorts of questions when Marui was lying on Hiyoshi’s bed. Perhaps he could change their mattresses over too, to make a complete change.
“Good, because rule one is being a slut is a fake idea.” And suddenly Marui was missing his gum really bad, but a finger gun and a wink would have to do instead. “So what do you need to know? Everything? Hope you picked someone who knows what they’re doing to initiate you, the whole double-virgin thing is not a great setup.” This was part of the payment of asking Marui for advice– he was going to ask a hell of a lot of questions back.
Oh he should probably take notes for this. Unfortunately his tablet was still down in engineering - and he didn’t really want this saved on there anyway, now that he thought about it. “Just assume that everything I read was complete garbage and I know absolutely nothing.” Niou got up to rummage through his desk, emerging with a pencil and some scrap paper. He could rest that on a stray bit of cardboard. “He’s definitely had sex before, don’t worry.” Niou sat back down and okay, he was ready.
“Write down the bit about sluts,” instructed Marui, sitting up and hugging the pillow. Niou seemed genuinely interested in his advice, so Marui was of course perking up himself. He always had time to listen to himself talk. “Okay so, if he’s done it before that’s a good start. He’ll know the basics, that’s important. Like obviously it is, but the better he is and the better you feel the easier everything will go. Relaxes your body and all that. Foreplay is gonna be super important for a while, sticking it right in is a no-go.” Marui paused here, giving a chance for Niou to catch up with all the notes he was making on Marui’s super important lecture.
Niou did think for a moment about writing the whole thing in code so no one else could read it, but his usual code for designs didn’t really hold up as he was trying to process new information simultaneously. Normal notes then, that he would throw into an incinerator at the first chance. He nodded along to Marui’s lecture as he wrote. “So, relaxing, clearly important. What if I’m a naturally very tense person? And the things we’ve done so far just make me more tense?”
“I dunno, use a stun gun on yourself?” Marui shrugged. “You’re gonna be a bit tense at first no matter what. Go slow, take your time, etc etc. You ever fingered yourself? Might help you not freak out if you know what you’re getting into.”
Niou’s writing paused as he actually processed the question from Marui. “... No I have not ever fingered myself.” And he just looked at Marui in mild confusion and disgust. He did write that down though. “I doubt it would help though. I only get tense when other people touch me… I may have to ask him to do it for me…” Niou was thinking out loud and he tapped his pencil on the paper.
Oh Niou. What a sad deprived life you were living. “Trust me on this one, it’ll help. I don’t know what kind of weird touch aversion thing you’ve got going on, but fingers in the butt freaks out even people who’re okay with being touched the first time. Plus that way you’ll know if your friend is doing it right when he gets his turn with you. Just because he’s done it before doesn’t mean he’s good at it.”
Okay, interesting. So freaking out might be a natural response to this whole thing. Niou drew a couple of arrows around his notes to link the ideas and scribbled a bit more. “So since this is meant to be an enjoyable thing, I assume it’s best done around masturbating?” he glanced at Marui to check if that was on the right track and he pulled a bit of a face. “I’ll have to schedule this in… how annoying.”
Blink blink. “Dude. You schedule your masturbation? You are so weird.” But then again, Niou was sitting here taking notes on how to get dicked down properly, so Marui already knew that. He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Yeah, do it when you jerk off. Use lots of lube, start with one finger and aim for two or three. You know where your prostate is, right? If you don’t, you’ll know when you find it. Believe me.”
“It’s not really something I do. So yes, I have to schedule it.” Around his haphazard sleeping schedule. Niou was about to ask for clarification about what he was meant to do with said one and then two or three fingers, but then ah, Marui was so helpful. “I know theoretically where it is, yes.” He’d looked that up. “So I’m just meant to stick a finger in there with a lot of lubricant and… look for the prostate?” That sounded so awkward. “Do you have a preferred hand to use? Dominant, non-dominant?”
Marui gave Niou a judgemental look. Really, this guy. “You are so over-thinking this. Use whichever hand you don’t want on your dick. Just get used to the feeling of having stuff up there, maybe you’ll like it and maybe you wont. Imagine it’s a dick or something, or imagine it’s the other guy doing it. If you’ve got a sex drive, your hormones will take it from there. …you have a sex drive, right? This isn’t just some sort of hypothetical experiment?” With what he’d learned so far, Marui wouldn’t be surprised.
Oh, then he supposed that was going to be another benefit of being mostly ambidextrous…? Niou looked down at his fingers and twisted his hand around to measure the width of them critically. Seemed… doable. “My sex drive is redeveloping,” he said idly, now looking at his other hand and at the width of three fingers. “I killed it for a few years and figure I should probably look into this for a bit before I kill it again.”
“Killed it how?” Marui was getting a bit sleepy from all the talking and thinking, but damn if it wasn’t interesting, in a bizarre sort of way. “Sounds like it’s been dead for more than just a few years, but maybe I’m wrong and you’re one of those late bloomers or something. But like whatever, good for you? Never too late to start. Sex is pretty good, I think most people would agree with me.”
“Didn’t sleep for over 10 years.” So he’d been able to observe his classmates go through the awkwardness of puberty in a remarkably detached, overly analytical way which had been interesting. Niou tapped the pencil on the page again. “Yes, people seem to enjoy it. And I’m curious enough now. Hypothetically, if it turns out that I’m fine with things up there, how many times would you say I need to finger myself before I can progress? How often would I need to do it? Does this have to be a regular thing I have to schedule in?”
“Yeah, that explains a lot, actually.” God, this guy was so weird. Marui made a face, because how could he not. What kind of weird robot questions were these. “I don’t know? Until you feel comfortable doing it, it’s not something you can just slap a number on and call it a day.” Geez. “Does whoever you’re gonna sleep with know you’re like this?”
Niou changed his mind, Marui was no longer useful, he was actually useless with his lack of precision in his answers. Niou sighed and wrote that down. He blinked at the sudden question. “Yes, he does. I’m pretty sure.” He definitely told Tachibana he had a very low sex drive, and he 100% knew there were problems with touching in general. Whether or not Tachibana had actually extrapolated that to the idea of going beyond what they currently had done… he didn’t know. “He’s very nice and patient anyway, it’s fine. He goes along with most of my bullshit.”
“Uh huhhh.” Well, good luck to that guy, then. Marui wondered who it could be… and since he had no reason not to, he just asked. “Who is it?” There were only so many people around, it couldn’t be that hard to figure out… It definitely wasn’t Akutsu because of the virgin thing, Bowlcut and Red were dating, and nice and patient disqualified Sanada. That left Yanagi and Tachibana, and since rumour said Yanagi was messing around with the new scientist… “It’s Tachibana, isn’t it?”
Niou raised an eyebrow because oh, he thought that Marui had known who it was the entire time and had just been being polite or something by not saying names. "Yes, it's Tachibana," Niou said with a shrug. "Nice man, very patient and good at cooking, actually managing to help me not be skin and bones for the first time in years. A+."
Please, like Marui knew or cared what Niou got up to. Tachibana however was very important, so this was interesting to know. “Nice, good catch. You’ll be in good hands with him if he’s anything in bed like he is normally.” Marui nodded approvingly. “You’re way too worried about this, he’ll be gentle with you.” Which was a minus in Marui’s book, but for a beginner was ideal.
Niou frowned. "You make it sound like I intentionally tried finding someone." Which… bothered him a little bit, now that he stopped to think about it. He thought about telling Marui some more stray thoughts, get his weirdly detached advice but also, no. Maybe he'd try bothering Akutsu again. "I see Kippei has tricked you into thinking he's nice and gentle as well though."
“You mean you didn’t hunt down the best candidate to go through with this experiment with you?” Marui laughed, it didn’t matter to him what the answer was but it was a funny thing for Niou to get defensive over. “What do you mean he tricked me? Is he secretly super aggressive or something? I can’t see it.” No, the food man was firmly filed under ‘loveable pushover’ in Marui’s mind.
Niou shook his head and oh but that did give him something to think about. Because really… Tachibana was one of the most absurdly patient people on the base. He looked a little troubled until he smiled at Marui's next question. "Mmm… unintentionally super manipulative. I think. I'm like 95% sure it's unintentional." But there was still a niggling doubt in the back of his mind.
Marui flopped over onto his side, feeling a bit tired of sitting up. “Pretty sure you’re just imagining it. You definitely overthink things, turn that brain of yours off for a while.” He yawned, scratching his stomach. “So did he tell you that he tops or did you just decide that on your own?”
“I can’t turn it off. I’ve tried.” Except under very, very specific circumstances that he wasn’t about to share with Marui. He wondered vaguely how offended Marui would be if he sprayed him with anti-bacterial spray right now as he was lying on the bed. “I asked him. He said he prefers topping, but can switch.”
Marui’d probably just sit there and take it honestly, moving was overrated and Hiyoshi’s bed was very nice and soft. “Uh huuuh. Does he got nice hands? He seems like he has nice hands.”
What sort of question was that. “Yes, he has reasonably nice hands.” Nice for holding, and he supposed they were very good at making things, since Tachibana was quite good at cooking. “I’ve only really looked at like 3 people’s hands though, so maybe all their hands have been garbage, I don’t know.”
“It’s not about how they look, it’s about how they feel.” Marui gave Niou an unimpressed look, like that should be obvious. Because, uh, it should. He cozied up on Hiyoshi’s pillow, really snuggling in as his brain starts telling him it’s had enough. “Akutsu’s got nice hands. Big. Rough.”
… He’d also only felt those same 3 people's hands, so. Okay, then. Niou perked up a little at the mention of Akutsu’s hands because that actually gave him a scale that he could work off, as he’d had almost as much exposure to Akutsu’s hands as Tachibana’s. “Okay. I think… Jin has slightly nicer hands,” he said, flexing his fingers as he tried to think and compare them. “Different shaped hands too. About the same roughness though.”
Marui nodded sleepily. “Big n’ long. Tachibana seems more…” He made a gesture with his hands, holding them about four inches apart, as if that meant something, before finishing his sentence. “...Squat. Like a marshmallow.” Satisfied with his assessment of their differences, he closed his eyes. “Nothin’ wrong with marshmallows.”
Niou tilted his head in confusion at the comparison of Tachibana to a marshmallow and mimicked the gap between his hands, his eyebrows drawing together as he tried to figure it out. And he looked up at Marui to ask him to explain but then… yeah okay, the man was falling asleep. He stood up and pinched Marui’s ear between his fingers before twisting it. “Get out if you’re just going to sleep and have nothing else interesting to say.”
The action got a disgruntled yelp from Marui, who was immediately awake again and pulling away from Niou. “Don’t do that!” He could have sworn he’d told him to wake him up like a normal person just a little while ago. Or maybe he’d just thought it. Grumbling, he got to his feet, rubbing his tender ear. “Asking me for help and then ripping my ear off, who does that.”
Well that worked. Niou rubbed his fingers on his hands as if to get rid of Marui-touching germs, watching him curiously. “Me, apparently.” Niou smiled at him tightly. “Thank you for answering my questions, by the way. Very helpful.”
Marui scowled, too tired to do anything by way of fighting back. “You owe me.” He shuffled to the door, still grumbling, cranky and tired and done with this whole thing. He was going to go back to his room and take a nap and forget all about this stupid conversation. Standing in the doorway, he paused and took one last look at Niou, summoning up a curse of the worst variety that he could think of. “I hope the condom breaks and you’re cleaning yourself out for days.” And with that, Marui left.
… What a shame that Marui had left immediately, because now Niou had questions about his closing remark. He’d ask him about them later. But first Niou had to strip Hiyoshi’s bed and switch their mattresses over, and get him a new pillow (and throw this one into the incinerator) and make his bed up again. He sighed and it would’ve been much easier if Marui had just sat in the bloody chair in the first place, but he supposed Marui just had to be difficult.
When: Today
Where: Hiyoshi and Niou's room
What: Niou gets The Talk from Marui
Warning: There be sex talk under here.
Niou headed to the rec room, once again armed with glue, and this time laser cut pieces to put together. It was good to get away from engineering and actually enjoy some time off and to himself. He put his things down and glanced around the room and paused on the … dead? Sleeping? person on one of the couches. And he was going to just ignore them as not his problem (although vague ideas about feeding Mr Oshitari's blob came to mind), but then he paused.
Marui Bunta.
Who could be a good source of answers that he didn't really want to go googling since it was likely Yanagi monitored everything. Right. It was not in his schedule, but sometimes serendipitous events required flexibility.
So he got up, and headed over to the apparently sleeping Marui and stared down at him. Yes, definitely sleeping and not dead. Mr Oshitari's blob would have to wait another day. And then dropped the bottle of glue on top of him.
Turns out recovering from a head injury required sleep. Like, lots of sleep. It had been most of what Marui’d been doing lately, and now that his videos were done for the month, why not. He’d gotten up to eat earlier and then wandered to the lounge for a change of scenery before he ended up falling sleep on the couch there, and he’d felt safe enough doing so because with such a small population on the base, jerks were few and far between.
So it was just his luck of course that one of them managed to find him. Marui startled awake, jolting upright and swatting the glue away from him like he was swatting at invisible bugs. The bright lights of the lounge quickly brought him back to reality however, and he looked around to see what was really happening, and… oh, it was that Niou guy. Great. Marui gave no attempt to pretend he was happy to see him. “If you wanted me to move, y’coulda just asked.”
Oh that was an interesting reaction to having something dropped on him. Niou watched the bottle of glue go skidding away across the floor. He'd pick that up later, it didn't look like it was leaking. "I want to talk to you. In private," he said, looking at Marui curiously. "You look like you're free."
“Nope, super busy actually. Try back again never.” With that curt dismissal, Marui rolled over on the couch so his back was facing Niou. If he was lucky, he’d get the hint and leave him alone.
Unfortunately for Marui, Niou was a persistently stubborn person who regularly dealt with rude people. He poked Marui in the back with one of the laser cut pieces, and then kicked the couch to make it move (it did not move enough). "Come on. I'll trade you something for it. I don't ask for information for free."
Yeah, it never was quite that easy, was it. Knowing from the journals just how persistent and annoying Niou could be, Marui sat up with a grumble and resigned himself to his fate, lest he be poked and prodded forever. "Fine, but it better be something good. Where are we doing this?"
"I mean, it's a topic that you're quite knowledgeable about." At least Niou assumed so from the very public comments. He rescued his glue bottle and bits and pieces. "My room? Pretty sure Hiyoshi is out."
Well that was ominous. Still, the easiest thing was just to get it over with, so Marui stood up with all the grace of a geriatric antelope and stretched. "Yeah yeah, let's go." This was making him tired already.
Niou led the way back to his room, glancing behind him regularly to check that Marui hadn’t just dropped to the ground and passed out (although he had a feeling he’d hear that if it happened). He opened the door and went straight to dump his things on his desk, pushing his chair with a foot towards Marui. “Sit in the chair.”
Please, Marui wasn't tired enough to just pass out. If anything, he'd sink gracefully to the ground, like a noodle slipping through a chopstick. Luckily the rooms are close by and Marui made it unnoodled, though he completely ignored the chair Niou offered and flopped down on Hiyoshi's bed instead, unceremoniously gathering up his pillow and propping himself up on it, stomach down. "Nah, I'm good. So what did you want my expertise on?"
Niou stared at Marui just lying on Hiyoshi’s bed and oh my god. It would have been one thing if Marui had been on his bed, but on Hiyoshi’s without permission… he was going to have to clean and replace the bedsheets after this. Because that was gross. “That’s my roommate’s bed, but okay.” … He’d replace the pillow too, as he was staring at it.
He sat down in his chair instead, resting his elbows on his knees. “Okay. So just to 100% confirm, you have actually had sex with Akutsu right, it’s not just you two being stupid on the comments?”
“He smells nice. Real clean. Not my fault you’re some kind of pillowless deviant.” Marui didn’t see what the big deal was, some people were so fussy. Oh well. But hey, topic reveal! Niou had Marui’s interest, at least for now. “Yeah, we fucked. Pretty sure it’s only you who pulls weird psychological long-cons with zero payoff like that.” Oh yes, he’d read about the Uion stuff. Very funny.
“I don’t actually sleep in here,” Niou said in his absolute self-defence. Because he was not a pillowless deviant - if anything he was horrified that people somehow managed with a single pillow. But back to the topic at hand. “So I have done some reading and Jin told me to watch porn because he’s being a dick and refusing to help, but I found that very boring. So, as an experienced person, just educate me about the mechanics of being Slot B.” He paused. “Please.” And added that on belatedly.
Wow. Woowww. Marui kind of figured this was going to have to do with sex the moment Niou asked about Akutsu, but damn, the guy really just went for it. “So let me get this straight. You wanna get diddled in the butt, so you came to me, basically a stranger, for help, presumably because you think I’m a slut and therefore some kind of buttsex expert. Is this what I’m hearing?” Marui had no idea how he kept his face straight though all of that. What could he say, he was a man of many talents.
Niou rolled his eyes. “I don’t think you’re a slut.” He didn’t have enough information to make that judgement, and nor did he particularly want that information. “I just know that a) Jin doesn’t have sex with virgins and b) he likes being Part A. So, that would then lead to the conclusion that you’ve had some experience before in that.” He tilted his head slightly and yep, it still felt really wrong to be asking these sorts of questions when Marui was lying on Hiyoshi’s bed. Perhaps he could change their mattresses over too, to make a complete change.
“Good, because rule one is being a slut is a fake idea.” And suddenly Marui was missing his gum really bad, but a finger gun and a wink would have to do instead. “So what do you need to know? Everything? Hope you picked someone who knows what they’re doing to initiate you, the whole double-virgin thing is not a great setup.” This was part of the payment of asking Marui for advice– he was going to ask a hell of a lot of questions back.
Oh he should probably take notes for this. Unfortunately his tablet was still down in engineering - and he didn’t really want this saved on there anyway, now that he thought about it. “Just assume that everything I read was complete garbage and I know absolutely nothing.” Niou got up to rummage through his desk, emerging with a pencil and some scrap paper. He could rest that on a stray bit of cardboard. “He’s definitely had sex before, don’t worry.” Niou sat back down and okay, he was ready.
“Write down the bit about sluts,” instructed Marui, sitting up and hugging the pillow. Niou seemed genuinely interested in his advice, so Marui was of course perking up himself. He always had time to listen to himself talk. “Okay so, if he’s done it before that’s a good start. He’ll know the basics, that’s important. Like obviously it is, but the better he is and the better you feel the easier everything will go. Relaxes your body and all that. Foreplay is gonna be super important for a while, sticking it right in is a no-go.” Marui paused here, giving a chance for Niou to catch up with all the notes he was making on Marui’s super important lecture.
Niou did think for a moment about writing the whole thing in code so no one else could read it, but his usual code for designs didn’t really hold up as he was trying to process new information simultaneously. Normal notes then, that he would throw into an incinerator at the first chance. He nodded along to Marui’s lecture as he wrote. “So, relaxing, clearly important. What if I’m a naturally very tense person? And the things we’ve done so far just make me more tense?”
“I dunno, use a stun gun on yourself?” Marui shrugged. “You’re gonna be a bit tense at first no matter what. Go slow, take your time, etc etc. You ever fingered yourself? Might help you not freak out if you know what you’re getting into.”
Niou’s writing paused as he actually processed the question from Marui. “... No I have not ever fingered myself.” And he just looked at Marui in mild confusion and disgust. He did write that down though. “I doubt it would help though. I only get tense when other people touch me… I may have to ask him to do it for me…” Niou was thinking out loud and he tapped his pencil on the paper.
Oh Niou. What a sad deprived life you were living. “Trust me on this one, it’ll help. I don’t know what kind of weird touch aversion thing you’ve got going on, but fingers in the butt freaks out even people who’re okay with being touched the first time. Plus that way you’ll know if your friend is doing it right when he gets his turn with you. Just because he’s done it before doesn’t mean he’s good at it.”
Okay, interesting. So freaking out might be a natural response to this whole thing. Niou drew a couple of arrows around his notes to link the ideas and scribbled a bit more. “So since this is meant to be an enjoyable thing, I assume it’s best done around masturbating?” he glanced at Marui to check if that was on the right track and he pulled a bit of a face. “I’ll have to schedule this in… how annoying.”
Blink blink. “Dude. You schedule your masturbation? You are so weird.” But then again, Niou was sitting here taking notes on how to get dicked down properly, so Marui already knew that. He sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Yeah, do it when you jerk off. Use lots of lube, start with one finger and aim for two or three. You know where your prostate is, right? If you don’t, you’ll know when you find it. Believe me.”
“It’s not really something I do. So yes, I have to schedule it.” Around his haphazard sleeping schedule. Niou was about to ask for clarification about what he was meant to do with said one and then two or three fingers, but then ah, Marui was so helpful. “I know theoretically where it is, yes.” He’d looked that up. “So I’m just meant to stick a finger in there with a lot of lubricant and… look for the prostate?” That sounded so awkward. “Do you have a preferred hand to use? Dominant, non-dominant?”
Marui gave Niou a judgemental look. Really, this guy. “You are so over-thinking this. Use whichever hand you don’t want on your dick. Just get used to the feeling of having stuff up there, maybe you’ll like it and maybe you wont. Imagine it’s a dick or something, or imagine it’s the other guy doing it. If you’ve got a sex drive, your hormones will take it from there. …you have a sex drive, right? This isn’t just some sort of hypothetical experiment?” With what he’d learned so far, Marui wouldn’t be surprised.
Oh, then he supposed that was going to be another benefit of being mostly ambidextrous…? Niou looked down at his fingers and twisted his hand around to measure the width of them critically. Seemed… doable. “My sex drive is redeveloping,” he said idly, now looking at his other hand and at the width of three fingers. “I killed it for a few years and figure I should probably look into this for a bit before I kill it again.”
“Killed it how?” Marui was getting a bit sleepy from all the talking and thinking, but damn if it wasn’t interesting, in a bizarre sort of way. “Sounds like it’s been dead for more than just a few years, but maybe I’m wrong and you’re one of those late bloomers or something. But like whatever, good for you? Never too late to start. Sex is pretty good, I think most people would agree with me.”
“Didn’t sleep for over 10 years.” So he’d been able to observe his classmates go through the awkwardness of puberty in a remarkably detached, overly analytical way which had been interesting. Niou tapped the pencil on the page again. “Yes, people seem to enjoy it. And I’m curious enough now. Hypothetically, if it turns out that I’m fine with things up there, how many times would you say I need to finger myself before I can progress? How often would I need to do it? Does this have to be a regular thing I have to schedule in?”
“Yeah, that explains a lot, actually.” God, this guy was so weird. Marui made a face, because how could he not. What kind of weird robot questions were these. “I don’t know? Until you feel comfortable doing it, it’s not something you can just slap a number on and call it a day.” Geez. “Does whoever you’re gonna sleep with know you’re like this?”
Niou changed his mind, Marui was no longer useful, he was actually useless with his lack of precision in his answers. Niou sighed and wrote that down. He blinked at the sudden question. “Yes, he does. I’m pretty sure.” He definitely told Tachibana he had a very low sex drive, and he 100% knew there were problems with touching in general. Whether or not Tachibana had actually extrapolated that to the idea of going beyond what they currently had done… he didn’t know. “He’s very nice and patient anyway, it’s fine. He goes along with most of my bullshit.”
“Uh huhhh.” Well, good luck to that guy, then. Marui wondered who it could be… and since he had no reason not to, he just asked. “Who is it?” There were only so many people around, it couldn’t be that hard to figure out… It definitely wasn’t Akutsu because of the virgin thing, Bowlcut and Red were dating, and nice and patient disqualified Sanada. That left Yanagi and Tachibana, and since rumour said Yanagi was messing around with the new scientist… “It’s Tachibana, isn’t it?”
Niou raised an eyebrow because oh, he thought that Marui had known who it was the entire time and had just been being polite or something by not saying names. "Yes, it's Tachibana," Niou said with a shrug. "Nice man, very patient and good at cooking, actually managing to help me not be skin and bones for the first time in years. A+."
Please, like Marui knew or cared what Niou got up to. Tachibana however was very important, so this was interesting to know. “Nice, good catch. You’ll be in good hands with him if he’s anything in bed like he is normally.” Marui nodded approvingly. “You’re way too worried about this, he’ll be gentle with you.” Which was a minus in Marui’s book, but for a beginner was ideal.
Niou frowned. "You make it sound like I intentionally tried finding someone." Which… bothered him a little bit, now that he stopped to think about it. He thought about telling Marui some more stray thoughts, get his weirdly detached advice but also, no. Maybe he'd try bothering Akutsu again. "I see Kippei has tricked you into thinking he's nice and gentle as well though."
“You mean you didn’t hunt down the best candidate to go through with this experiment with you?” Marui laughed, it didn’t matter to him what the answer was but it was a funny thing for Niou to get defensive over. “What do you mean he tricked me? Is he secretly super aggressive or something? I can’t see it.” No, the food man was firmly filed under ‘loveable pushover’ in Marui’s mind.
Niou shook his head and oh but that did give him something to think about. Because really… Tachibana was one of the most absurdly patient people on the base. He looked a little troubled until he smiled at Marui's next question. "Mmm… unintentionally super manipulative. I think. I'm like 95% sure it's unintentional." But there was still a niggling doubt in the back of his mind.
Marui flopped over onto his side, feeling a bit tired of sitting up. “Pretty sure you’re just imagining it. You definitely overthink things, turn that brain of yours off for a while.” He yawned, scratching his stomach. “So did he tell you that he tops or did you just decide that on your own?”
“I can’t turn it off. I’ve tried.” Except under very, very specific circumstances that he wasn’t about to share with Marui. He wondered vaguely how offended Marui would be if he sprayed him with anti-bacterial spray right now as he was lying on the bed. “I asked him. He said he prefers topping, but can switch.”
Marui’d probably just sit there and take it honestly, moving was overrated and Hiyoshi’s bed was very nice and soft. “Uh huuuh. Does he got nice hands? He seems like he has nice hands.”
What sort of question was that. “Yes, he has reasonably nice hands.” Nice for holding, and he supposed they were very good at making things, since Tachibana was quite good at cooking. “I’ve only really looked at like 3 people’s hands though, so maybe all their hands have been garbage, I don’t know.”
“It’s not about how they look, it’s about how they feel.” Marui gave Niou an unimpressed look, like that should be obvious. Because, uh, it should. He cozied up on Hiyoshi’s pillow, really snuggling in as his brain starts telling him it’s had enough. “Akutsu’s got nice hands. Big. Rough.”
… He’d also only felt those same 3 people's hands, so. Okay, then. Niou perked up a little at the mention of Akutsu’s hands because that actually gave him a scale that he could work off, as he’d had almost as much exposure to Akutsu’s hands as Tachibana’s. “Okay. I think… Jin has slightly nicer hands,” he said, flexing his fingers as he tried to think and compare them. “Different shaped hands too. About the same roughness though.”
Marui nodded sleepily. “Big n’ long. Tachibana seems more…” He made a gesture with his hands, holding them about four inches apart, as if that meant something, before finishing his sentence. “...Squat. Like a marshmallow.” Satisfied with his assessment of their differences, he closed his eyes. “Nothin’ wrong with marshmallows.”
Niou tilted his head in confusion at the comparison of Tachibana to a marshmallow and mimicked the gap between his hands, his eyebrows drawing together as he tried to figure it out. And he looked up at Marui to ask him to explain but then… yeah okay, the man was falling asleep. He stood up and pinched Marui’s ear between his fingers before twisting it. “Get out if you’re just going to sleep and have nothing else interesting to say.”
The action got a disgruntled yelp from Marui, who was immediately awake again and pulling away from Niou. “Don’t do that!” He could have sworn he’d told him to wake him up like a normal person just a little while ago. Or maybe he’d just thought it. Grumbling, he got to his feet, rubbing his tender ear. “Asking me for help and then ripping my ear off, who does that.”
Well that worked. Niou rubbed his fingers on his hands as if to get rid of Marui-touching germs, watching him curiously. “Me, apparently.” Niou smiled at him tightly. “Thank you for answering my questions, by the way. Very helpful.”
Marui scowled, too tired to do anything by way of fighting back. “You owe me.” He shuffled to the door, still grumbling, cranky and tired and done with this whole thing. He was going to go back to his room and take a nap and forget all about this stupid conversation. Standing in the doorway, he paused and took one last look at Niou, summoning up a curse of the worst variety that he could think of. “I hope the condom breaks and you’re cleaning yourself out for days.” And with that, Marui left.
… What a shame that Marui had left immediately, because now Niou had questions about his closing remark. He’d ask him about them later. But first Niou had to strip Hiyoshi’s bed and switch their mattresses over, and get him a new pillow (and throw this one into the incinerator) and make his bed up again. He sighed and it would’ve been much easier if Marui had just sat in the bloody chair in the first place, but he supposed Marui just had to be difficult.