2018/Just Like In My Manga

Just Like In My Manga
Date of Scene:	24 October 2024
Location:	Mamoru's Apartment
Synopsis:	Usagi Tsukino, boy edition, makes it to Mamoru's place. Some kissing ensuesm, and the start of a housewarming party is planned.
Cast of Characters:	Mamoru Chiba, Usagi Tsukino

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Mamoru Chiba has posed:
It's late afternoon and Mamoru's been alternately hanging out on the balcony eating pastries, poking around on the internet looking at tapestries while sitting on the California king size bed that's already been installed in the master bedroom, roller-skating across the living room, and making more coffee.

(The kitchen is done.)

(The pastries are in the kitchen.)

It's a little chilly in the living room because the windows are out; Mamoru had finally decided on tinted windows with a lot of curtains as opposed to breaking up the panorama, after a lot of pleading from the architect working with the contractors. So now the windows are out and not replaced yet. The sun's going down and the city out the windows is painted gold... it's quiet, but the sounds of the busy sidewalks below definitely keep it from being too quiet.

Mamoru's currently just hung up the skates again and he's got taiyaki in one hand, even though he should be thinking about getting delivery of actual food--

He's in a band shirt and an unzipped hoodie, jeans and sock feet, and his glasses are folded up on the kitchen counter next to his laptop.

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
Usagi had helped Hinoiri in carrying things back, getting his new uniform dirty with oil stains, but somehow, in an aesthetic sort of way, where it looks pretty good. Now, he's going on his way, heading off to find Mamoru - taking the bus, instead of running across rooftops, because a new uniform wouldn't have aesthetic boyish oil stains, and henshining would mean needing a new uniform, with a new transformation.

But he makes it, eventually, and knocks on the door - grinning, all the while, thinking about the look on Mamoru's face when he opens the door.

    TXT to Mamoru=Hey Mamochan, I'm here~ Open the door for me!

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
A text is a little suspicious, but a quick check for Usagi's location confirms that it's not someone else with Usagi's phone texting from outside the door. So Mamoru comes over to open it, laughing, "What's the matter, you lose your key and have a mouthful--?"

And then.

He's got the outer door open and he just stares.

And then his ears are red, and also the back of his neck a bit, and also a dusting across his face, and--

--then he gets his breathing in order and laughs a little raggedly, "Your hair--?"

And then he looks at Usagi's feet because it's not like her to wear five-inch heels, but there are no heels??

And then the rest starts to trickle in, details, and, her jawline, and,,,

"Usa-ko?" Mamoru finally says, reaching out to touch him, this boy Usagi, make sure he's not some strange magical clone or Double Trouble or something despite the older teenager's Usagidar pointing right there where the boy is standing.

The hand is tentative. The expression is searching, but still blushing, and there's something in his eyes that absolutely wants to be all over Usagi right now except-- "?????"

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
Usagi is grinning, when Mamoru opens the door, grinning wide, and the shape of it is familiar but different, the changes to his jawbone making the grin a little more impish than usual, but the thing is -

It's so obvious, here, that this is Usagi, no matter the shape, and there's a satisfaction in his eyes, as Mamoru's ears flush, and his cheeks, and his neck - and he's watching in case of a swallow, because that would be just like in all those manga -

"It's all still there, I promise," he laughs, a little, and steps in, offering his hand with absolutely no hesitation. "I used the disguise pen earlier with Hinoiri-chan and Amy-chan, it was a whole thing."

The touch confirms his identity - confirms that this is Usagi Tsukino, just like the Usagidar does - with all the familiar love and affection.

"I'm hot, right?"

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
And there it is, at the question, a swallow. Mamoru cannot tear his eyes away. And there's a completely unknowing licking of his lips-- "Yes?" he tries, and that seems to work okay, and the touch is showing Usagi a lot of 'abort retry fail' going on in his fiance's head, and also some images...

...and then Mamoru picks something else up from Usagi's impish head, and he laughs in a low voice and shuts the door behind Usagi, then backs him against it and slaps his hand against the wall at head-height, suddenly, suddenly very much in Usagi's space.

"Like that...?" he asks, his voice even lower and quieter, barely audible as Mamoru leans in and down and brushes his lips against Usagi's peach-fuzz jaw, right below the shorter boy's ear.

The sound of traffic and voices, laughter and distant shouting and beeping, the rush of trains, it's all very far away for this moment as Mamoru breathes this different-same Usagi in, crowding and close, amusement and love in his his touch just as much as a vigilant caution that he won't overstep, and just as much as 'I always want more of you'...

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
And there's the swallow, Mamoru's adam's apple bobbing, throat working, and Usagi usually wants to kiss him, so that's not changed at all. In fact, the main thing that's changed is how much smaller the distance is -

And then there's Mamoru doing exactly what he wanted him too, and he's leaning in, in, in, and there's red that flushes up and over Usagi's cheeks now, as Mamoru leans in, breathes in his ear, and he's so glad they don't have an audience for this, because of all things he doesn't want one for the way he reaches out and grabs Mamoru's shirt, tugging him closer.

"Just like that," he whispers, and then rises up, to kiss him, and it feels different, like this, the way their chests mold against one another when he pulls him close. Breathes in, through his nose, so he can focus on kissing Mamoru breathless, caged in and pressed against the door.

Only when his lungs ache for oxygen does he sag back against the very expensive, thick wooden door, that he breathes out, "It's just like in my manga -"

Yeah, this is definitely still Usagi.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
The shape of him is different, of Usagi, and the way they fit together is different, but they still fit together. They always have, and they always will, no matter what else may change, and no matter how that fit adjusts for circumstance.

There's another laugh, indulgent, as Usagi grabs his shirt and pulls him in further, closer, melting against; Mamoru's using his hand on the wall to steady himself as much as to box Usagi in, for that searing kiss and the encompassing big feelings behind it.

When they come up for air and Usagi's sagging back against the door, Mamoru's free hand comes up to run a hand through Usagi's short hair, then travel down lightly to cup the side of the shorter boy's face, then end with fingertips just under his chin.

"Is it only boys doing that to boys in your manga?" he asks, teasing, brushing his thumb over Usagi's lips and still looking-- hungry. "You never thought of that before..."

He leans down once more, this time to kiss Usagi much more briefly, and it's in his touch touch touch -- he really can't get enough, and right now it feels like neither can Usagi, and it's all he can do not to say out loud that he got sheets for the bed and they could be more comfortable.

Somewhere in the back of his head he's turning over 'the disguise pen can do this?' as a part of his reality, but it's definitely taking a backseat to 'Usagi wants to play'.

"What else does your manga suggest?" he grins, taking a half-step back, hand brushing down from Usagi's chin down his throat, then tugging slightly at the knot of his school tie, then traveling down his chest and falling away.

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
"No, there's plenty of boys doing this to girls - Kyo did it to Tohru once, and she didn't even notice - " He's rambling a little, breathless from that kiss, pink-cheeked and smug and thinking loudly about wanting to do it again, and then Mamoru obliges, a quick little kiss, lips pressed together much more briefly, and he sighs a little happily.

"I thought about it. A lot. But I -" He can't quite voice the thought, the fact that she was embarrassed, that she thought maybe it was too much like in her mangas, that she thought maybe that would be pressuring Mamoru, half-splintered thoughts she doesn't have to voice, because skin to skin is mind to mind, and he can feel what Usagi usually feels.

There's the unspoken truth - this is real, but it's different, it's play, because like this is he is still Usagi, but he's Usagi through a different lens, a slant, that feels less vulnerable, more free and clear.

"Well," he drawls, as Mamoru asks what else Mamoru suggests, "There was something about kiss marks you can hide under a collar and tie, and, you know... I think we should test it out."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"Love," murmurs Mamoru, gently pulling Usagi away from the door, then circling around behind him and putting his arms around him, "we can always try anything you want. How else do we find out if it's fun, or silly, or really, really hot?"

This is, again, somewhere near Usagi's ear; Mamoru's still considerably taller, but he doesn't have to crane down so much to press the side of his face against the side of Usagi's head.

The words are accompanied by Mamoru's hands coming up to take hold of Usagi's tie, then start undoing it, oil stains and all. First tie, and then buttons-- one by one. "And I think," he murmurs more quietly still, voice a warm and velvet thing, "that you should have everything you want. You don't have to say things if they embarrass you-- you can think them, you can think pieces of them, pieces of images of them..."

Three buttons undone, and Mamoru pulls the collar of Usagi's shirt to one side, and bends his head further to kiss him right between neck and shoulder, grazing his teeth against his skin, ,,, yeah, blooming into Usagi's awareness is how long Mamoru's wanted to make kiss marks on Usagi, now.

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
"You say that, and you make perfect sense, but I guess I needed some different equipment to feel brave enough -" it's said with a hushed little giggle, as Mamoru hugs him from behind, as his voice whispers in his ear, words better than sweet nothings, because they're promises sweetly offered -

"I'll do that then. I'll think all kinds of things at you, and you should do the same -" a little gasp, as his tie is undone, as gentle hands with that sun-warmed earth feel brush against his neck, undoing his tie -

Kissing his throat, teeth grazing, tongue shifting, and, well -

A couple of hours later, Usagi and Mamoru sit side-by-side, and Usagi's school tie is gone, abandoned somewhere, his shirt collar is undone, but he's stuffing his face with way cold takoyaki, kicking his legs idly. They're both sitting at the edge of the window - with their legs hanging over the side of the building.

They're living dangerously, because they're mahou, and why not.

"I didn't even think the Disguise Pen could work like this, but we got to talking, and then, it turns out it can! Which means you're gonna have to show me yours, sometime, you know."

Wink~!

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
Mamoru doesn't quite kick his legs, but he does swing them, seven floors above the sidewalk, certain that no one will look up and call the police on them. They are absolutely living dangerously, and in more than one way.

He makes like Kyouka and bites the head off his pastry fish, the custard inside gooshy and sweet. It's funny -- he doesn't treat Usagi any differently, doesn't treat him noticeably like a boy instead of a girl. He only treats him like he's Usagi, because he is. There's a quick smirk in the other boy's direction as he catches the wink.

"Anytime," he says cheerily after he swallows his bite, stretching a little. "I have to admit I'm very curious, with everything I've read about differences in what girls and guys experience physically, what it would feel like to wear a girl's body instead of a boy's. I hadn't actually thought about it before you said it was the disguise pen."

Then Mamoru just laughs. "I'm also trying not to think about the fact that you're wearing marks I made on you. I can heal them if you want. Like if they show. They shouldn't show though."

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
The poor custard filled pastry fish is being devoured from the tail end, in Usagi's hand, the boy grinning like the cat who's devoured the canary. It's funny, but he doesn't feel very different - a little more confident, maybe, but who doesn't, when they're wearing a mask, when they're behind a costume?

Usagi is Usagi is Usagi, but who knew that putting girl on a shelf would be so freeing, at least, a little bit? She has thought a lot about the magic of a first time, of love and marriage and California King Sized Beds - but he's never thought of this as a real thing, just something out of manga, out of stories, an experience totally removed.

No expectations, meant no hesitations, apparently.

"Come on, Mamochan - you think I asked for them just to get rid of them? Don't be silly. And you know - I bet when I'm back in my other uniform, they'll show a little. I don't have a tie in that one."

It's a little tease, but it's also true - he doesn't think she'll mind wearing those marks at all. "I tried it once, a while back, but I wasn't really doing anything, so I just thought about how nice it was being taller. I wasn't dating you back then, so I guess I didn't think about having fun. But now that I have, I think it's fun, and I want to see you do it too, sometime. When you're ready. I wonder if yor hair will be longer..."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
Hilariously, it ends up being Mamoru who's pleased and pink, when Usagi says he wants the marks to stay. He was fully prepared for Usagi to blush, but this-- he grins and glances down at the street, at the sidewalk across the street, at the windows facing them...

He finishes his fishy before he answers, and his ocean-blue eyes are bright, and his body language isn't anxious or tense at all. "Tomorrow maybe? We're running out of time to play today." He licks his fingers then wipes them off on his jeans, and laughs. "After all, can't sleep here yet. November 10th!"

Finally, Mamoru slouches a little more to put an arm across his stomach, then rest his other elbow on it and tap his chin in thought. "It'll probably be longer, if yours ended up so short. And since you're taller, I'll probably be shorter..." His eyes widen. "Do you think Mako's pen would do it too? Maybe we could borrow it and both change at the same time, that would be fun too. We could go on a secret date where we're both disguised."

Then he blushes bright red, and can't say it, so leans over and lays his fingertips against Usagi's closer hand. The image is of a potential Kazuo facial expression reaction to a girl Mamoru, and Mamoru's still blushing, but he's also laughing. "I mean, it's your pen, though, and I can absolutely understand if you don't want to share that. But it would be funny and I'd probably be in over my head really fast."

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
Mamoru is the one blushing, and Usagi is the one grinning bright and smug, wearing marks on his neck and with a mouthful of chocolate custard. The rest of the fish is devoured as Mamoru flusters, and he hums when Mamoru suggests tomorrow.

"That works for me. Both tomorrow, and November 10th, because of course we're going to have a homecoming party! A small one that's quiet and doesn't even need earplugs," this is tacked on, "And only if you want one, of course!"

He's looking at him, up and down, and his tongue doesn't dip out to lick his lips, but this could be imagined. It could be.

"Longer hair, shorter legs... hmmm, I know you'll be like, so pretty, but I can't wait to see it!" Mamoru's had a brain blast, but Usagi is shaking his head, at least until his own eyes widen. "No, Luna said that she didn't have the right parts, so it's just fashion - but! Minako-chan! She's got her own disguise tool! The Cosmic Crescent Compact, and I bet she'd let us borrow it no problem."

A beat. A pause. A grin.

"I mean, especially if she thought she knew what it was for."

Mamoru blushes, bright, bright red, and his fingertips brush against Usagi's hand, an image and a desire shared mind to mind, and he laughs. "Of course you can! What kind of girlfriend-in-law would I be if I didn't let Kazuo-kun see how pretty our Mamochan could end up being? I bet he swallows his tongue."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"A homecoming party..." Mamoru says, thinking about it for a moment. "Yeah, a really small one would be fine, I think."

But then Usagi's giving him the ol' elevator stare and the world is slowly narrowing to focus on Usagi's mouth, and his tongue darting out to lick his lips is very imagined, a lot of imagined, and Mamoru can hear himself laugh very far away-- Usagi is looking at him like this, and he likes it a lot.

Hooray for bolder.

Also hooray for Usagi, because the blond boy kicks his awareness back front and center to fix on, "Minako? Oh god, I can't imagine what her impression of me must be-- ohhhhh. Well. It can be for lots of things!"

It's just that then he has to share his next brain blast and is so red and Usagi's laughing, and Mamoru's hand comes back to join the other in covering his face, red red red.

"I'm not going to be anywhere near as pretty as you, don't get too excited--" he says, muffled. "You're so pretty."

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
"Just your Shitennou and Makochan and Ami-chan, and Naru-chan, and Adrien-kun, maybe," she suggests, because that's ten people, which is on the bigger side for a friend gathering, but the small side of a party, and the penthouse could lose that many people, easily, let alone host them. "I bet Makochan would make those cookies for you! Maybe even as the first thing ever cooked in your home."

She kind of likes that idea a lot, now that she's thinking of it.

"Don't worry about Minako-chan. She hasn't disapproved since Hemachan, and that was forever ago. If anything, I bet our goddess of love would be glad that we're having some fun, you know?"

Because they are. Because against all the odds, they haven't been interrupted, and they've reached a new layer of intimacy, and they're happy, and in love, and all of that floods through the contact.

"Too late. I'm excited! I'm as excited as can be. You'll be as pretty as I am handsome."

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
"Maybe I'll be handsome," Mamoru laughs, face finally starting to cool off; he leans and bumps his head very lightly against Usagi's, shoulder to shoulder, then curls his hand down to worm its way into lacing fingers with his as he sits up again.

"That's a lot of people, though, and we should invite the Outer Senshi too." He sounds contemplative instead of anxious, but there's contact, and she can feel the kernel of anxiety riding beneath the talk of a party, even a small one.

But then there's the image of the place, finished but empty, party all cleaned up, and the ghostly sense of almost-ownership, of safety, of refuge... "Actually-- it's even okay to have a bigger party to get it all over with at once, it's not a big deal if I'm wearing earplugs, nobody'll notice. And if they do they won't care."

Usagi Tsukino has posed:
"That wouldn't be fair," he huffs, "You're already handsome! Not that I'd be disappointed, I mean, but, you know, I want to see you, in all the ways I can."

Simple, straightforward.

And then - a kernel of anxiety that curls around, that reaches, and he clutches his hand, remembering that Mamoru's not as social as he is, that what to him sounds like a small and intimate gathering, is more intimidating to him -

"We could pare it down - or we could dial it up! Yeah, I mean, if you had your earplugs, it wouldn't be so bad, and this place is so big you can't run out of space, and you could bar people from some spots, so you could always have a place for privacy, and then it's all done, one and done! Everyone's seen the house, so you don't have to have a bunch of invitationals..."

He's warming up to the idea, but then, Usagi Tsukino has never needed to warm up to the idea of a party.

Mamoru Chiba has posed:
There's a nod, simple, straightforward; Mamoru smiles, and it's a slow-blooming thing this time, and it's different from all the other smiles she's ever seen on his face. Usagi's brought him back into the moment again, into place, into the here and now.

"Paring it down wouldn't work, too much potential for hurt feelings. Takashi, Koji, Bow, Wako, Chiyo..." Mamoru laughs, squeezing his fiance's hand. "You get to organize it, though."

The sun's set an hour ago, and the nighttime lights are in full force, and the remove they're at in the windowsill-- it's nice. Through their held hands, Usagi can feel Mamoru's underlying attachment to this place, already. He's wound so many of his loose ends into the fabric of it...

"Let's take a nap before going back to school," Mamoru says, leaning close again to kiss Usagi one more time.