IC/OFFLINE: I want to take you far, from the cynics in this town

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Time: Sometime after the Pitch fiasco.
Place: House on the Rock
Back in the usual house, Hanna's had enough of laying low. No one had come after him just yet, and if they hadn't, he assumed they were at least going to wait a little longer. Let it stew for a few months before something happens and when they think he's off guard. At least that's the strategy that people usually employ in books and movies. He'd assume the same could be applied here. Still, being in his own room again, back at the house is comforting. And he's just undressing for a much needed change of clothes after wearing the same thing the last few days while hiding, pausing in front of a ruddy mirror in the room leaning against the wall. It's odd, to see his chest now, without the staples and in place, just a simple line, lighter than the one he'd had before. His hand raises up to trace the line, stomach sucking in a moment before he lets his breath go.

It was like a weight had lifted, even if he has much more things to worry about now, but its one less thing, he thinks, unbuttoning his pants and slipping off his boxers to route through one of his drawers to find more worn clothing. And, locating some boxers and a pair of shorts, he considers a top, eyeing the long sleeve shirts that he'd gathered, but in the current weather it was much too hot for that.

Alternatively, he grabbed a tanktop that was usually reserved for undershirt status and pulled it on, considering the lack of sleeves and how, if he moved a certain way, the upper line of his scar was visible, but...not ugly like it had been. Managing an encouraging smile for himself to chase away any sort of insecurity, he kicked his dirty laundry away and went to open the door in search of some conversation. Maybe see if he could get a reaction out of his 'daring' and different shirt choice.

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Hanna nods again, swallowing. There's a little courage and self consciousness that's mixed in with it, but when he opens his mouth he's downplaying the feelings, shrugging. "Yeah...it's just a scar. I'll be okay."

Like ripping off a bandaid, he settles both hands on Lea's, thumbs rubbing at them before he takes the shirt between his own fingers and pulls it off, dropping it next to his shorts. Unlike before, with the staples, there is a very thin scar line left, healed with a little bit of what ever Urahara's brand of magic is, and Hanna can say that he was very impressed with the clean up. It's not so ugly any more, just scar tissue, and a telling line of what he'd been through. The runes are gone as well, Though the array on his side stayed, and he takes in a deep breath, filling his lungs before exhaling slowly.

"Much better."

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"Looking good," Lea agrees, and runs his hands over Hanna's sides as he leans in to share a kiss.

He shifts and frees a hand to shove his own pants down a few inches until they catch on the edge of his hip.

"Think you could give me a hand?"

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There is that self conscious smile that goes with the compliment and Hanna just shrugs, returning the kiss before he sits up on his knees again and helps Lea pull his pants down a little more. "I can give you two, actually..."

And to make it all easier, his thumbs hook on the hem of his underwear, dragging them down as well. He gets to about his mid thighs before reaching is awkward and Hanna decides that just getting up would be easier on both of them. It's really weird to be in the living room and pulling his boxers down though, and so he tosses a cautionary look at direction of the front entry before finishing pulling them down, gently kicking them off to the side. At least it's cooler without any clothes on.

"You have to tell me if you hear anyone, because I doubt I'd notice before it was too late, alright?"

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"I'll try," Lea grins, and casts a glance of his own at the front hallway. This had just been an impulse, but now that they're actually pulling clothes off in the middle of the living room, he has to admit... it's more fun than he'd expected.

Boy, he hopes Roxas and Xion don't walk in.

He kicks his pants off the rest of the way, glad not to have boots to worry about, and reaches out to catch Hanna's waist and pull him back toward the couch.

"Guess we'll have to hurry," he adds, with a snicker.

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"oh!" he breathes out in surprise, having still been looking down the hall when Lea pulls him into his lap. He settles easily, straddling his waist, and manages to keep himself from giving one last cautionary glance back towards the front entry, kissing Lea instead.

And he can feel himself shaking, just a little, nerves and excitement building up with the thrill, and okay, this is such a bad idea, but Hanna thinks that he'd probably do it again with how his heart is already racing.

"This is kind of exciting, huh?" He murmurs against Lea's mouth, hands pressed to his chest, slipping down and playing along thin lines.

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A quick shiver ripples over the skin under Hanna's hands, and Lea laughs again, breathless. He slides his own hands down along Hanna's thighs, sweat making skin catch against skin. This is a terrible idea. He loves it.

"Yeah," he mutters, and nips at Hanna's lower lip, walking one hand finger by finger back up his thigh toward his dick. They haven't got anything out here -- well, okay, he doesn't, at least -- but hands should be enough....

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Hanna bites Lea's lip, gently before he tugs back, taking short and uneven breaths between kisses. His stomach clenches when he feels the fingers at his thigh, every single drop of sweat making itself completely known as it slides down his bare skin. And Lea is touching him in the living room. With his shirt off, and he isn't freaking out. Hanna has to say that s damn good progress.

Taking in another few breaths, he lets his fingers slip down a little further, rubbing at his stomach, inching down to his waist.

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It's damned good, in Lea's opinion... and not just because it's progress.

His breath hitches as Hanna bites at his lip, and he turns his head to deepen the kiss, cupping his hand over Hanna's crotch, rubbing gently with the heel of his hand.

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His breath is heavy through his nose, trying to keep up even if it's been a while since they've done this, and his heart is still racing. Between kisses there are a few pathetic sounds that leak out, Lea's massage gentle and all too good and his own hand is slipping down, tickling down his stomach and across his thighs. A moment more of purposeful and teasing hesitation, fingers rubbing circles on his inner thigh, his hand turns at the wrist, catching the length of him his palm, squeezing gently.

His rhythm is off, like usual, because his movements are jerky. Brain too overwhelmed between remembering how to breathe, not being loud and that easy repetitive motion of jerking Lea off. While it should be a tried and true formula, it's still hard to focus and his eyes blink open to try and look down to see what he's doing, smooth it up a little.

And they could get caught, but hell, if he isn't going to stop, and that's way more exciting to him than it should be. And he wonders if that means he's some kind of closet exhibitionist, but at the moment he doesn't think it really matters all that much.