Loveless, Natsuo/Youji, can you feel this?
It was hard watching them sometimes, Soubi and Ritsuka. They weren't a couple, not really, but the bore so many of the physical hallmarks. Kisses, touches... And while Ritsuka always seemed to shy away from such things, it was obvious. When Soubi touched him, he felt something.
That wasn't something that normally would have bothered them. They were used to not feeling, and knowing that almost everyone they ever met did. They saw people reacting to things they felt all the time. It wasn't unusual. But there was just something about having the fact shoved in your face constantly...
It was thus that they found themselves in this situation, Natsuo bent down on the floor, Youji behind him, conducting an experiment of sorts. They knew they didn't really respond to the feeling of touch, nor to a sense of pain, no matter how intense. But now it occurred to them that there was something they hadn't tried. Had they ever, really, tried to find something that was supposed to feel intensely pleasant? Maybe that would be different.
It was Youji who finally took the initiative and ventured to poke a finger into Natsuo's bared rear. He did so almost cautiously, watching for a reaction. Natsuo simply shook his head.
"Nothing," he commented. "It'll have to be more. Or harder. Or something." Youji nodded, despite the fact that Natsuo clearly wouldn't be able to see the gesture at present. This time he tried two fingers, a bit faster, a bit deeper inside. Natsuo shook his head again.
"Nothing more than I can sort of tell there's something there." But that, of course, was normal. They could always tell when something was near them. Otherwise they would be surprised by things, or bump into them. Youji sighed.
"Maybe I'm just not doing it right," he suggested, and quickly worked his way out of his own garments. One more thing to try. In one quick motion, he shoved his length into Natsuo's rear. If any of this was going to work, that was it, right?
"Feel anything now?"
"No," Natsuo replied, starting to sound frustrated. Youji pulled out and pushed back in a few times. Natsuo remained still aside from the force of Youji bumping against him.
"Now?" he asked frustratedly. Natsuo shook his head and moved to sit facing Youji.
"Not really," he informed his partner, and went about getting his clothes back on. "How about you?" Youji frowned in an obvious display of disappointment, likewise grabbing for his discarded pants.