An RP blog for Doctor Kenzo Tenma from Naoki Urasawa's Monster. Potentially NSFW!

Note: 99% sure this blog has lots of homo BL stuff. If that's not your thing you may want to turn 360° and sprint moonwalk away. this is an incredibly serious blog

 

Münster (Tenma!)

wolfgang-grimmer:

doktortenma:

//Reacting to the other man’s admission, he knits his brows in concern and combs his fingers through his silvery hair. Wondering if he seemed callous, he frowns.

No… No, Grimmer… —Of course it’s changed for me too but what I meant was… //He pauses, thinking on his words.// Sharing a drink or sharing a bed —it doesn’t feel strange at all. //Cushioning his cheek against the pillow, he maintains eye contact.// I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t feel afraid or apprehensive even though I’ve… crossed this supposed line by sleeping with you.

//He smiles shyly.// …I want to do this again soon but I still want to go on that picnic we’ve always talked about too. Fishing, wine and cheese — all of that. In that sense it hasn’t changed.

//Watching Grimmer closely, he notices his words do little to relieve his tension.// —Or did you mean something else?

"That’s true," Grimmer says, closing his eyes briefly in reaction to the soothing sweep of Tenma’s fingers through his hair. "I have never felt ill at ease with you in those situations. It came as naturally as if we were long-time friends.

"But you see," he continues, letting go of Tenma’s hand, so he might similarly pet carefully along his lover’s hair, and roll his thumb over his cheek, " For a person who does not have ‘long-time’ friends, this is a little different." He stops here, looking intently into Tenma’s eyes. A weak smile eventually resurfaces.

"I don’t think I can go back to how we were before.. is what I meant. If that’s all right with you." His voice quivers, his thumb now pressing softly along Tenma’s lip. It is clear he is having trouble expressing himself, knowing how to put his emotions into words, from the frustration apparent in his expression.

//Parting his lips against Grimmer’s thumb he hadn’t expected to hear that. He had thought they would take it very slowly. Despite their interactions, he wasn’t sure how the other man felt, considering the sparse contact and no mention at all on what happened between them these past few months

//Smiling small, he moves closer, his nose centimeters away from his; his hand falls onto Grimmer’s shoulder and gives a squeeze.// Before everything, when I was chief of surgery at the hospital, another doctor tried to fix me up on these dates because, “The famous Dr. Tenma of Eisler Memorial Hospital — single, at your age? Ridiculous! If I was in your shoes, I’d have several mistresses by now.”

//Tenma touches his forehead against his.// If only he knew…. //His expression melts into something more tender. Gently, deliberately, he closes his lips over Grimmer’s, aching from all of their kissing.// Be with me?

//His cheeks tinge with red.// Be my… boyfriend? —Next time we meet maybe… maybe we could have a romantic lunch… or something like that. //He laughs nervously, in disbelief of the words coming out of his mouth. When it came to things like this, he had never been this straightforward, but he wanted to make it very clear and banish any uncertainties.//

Münster (Tenma!)

wolfgang-grimmer:

doktortenma:

//Falling into the embrace, he drapes an arm over Grimmer’s back and hooks his fingers into the damp fabric there. Nestled against his shoulder, he briefly closes his eyes, and focuses on his heartbeat and his warmth and his salty scent. He kisses there.

//Pulling back so he could see Grimmer better, he smiles.// Fantastic. You did great. //He kisses his jaw.// I’m going to remember it for a long time.

//His fingers grace the contours of his upper back and curl along the slope of his neck. He echoes the question back at him.// How did I do? How many stars would you give me?

//He pecks another point on the other man’s jaw and leans against him contently.// Grimmer? If you don’t mind me asking… I mean it’s the second time…

Do you think this changes something between us? I get the impression I should feel that way… but I don’t — and that doesn’t feel strange at all. What are your thoughts?

"How many am I allowed to give?" His voice is very soft, and he smiles soon after, the corners of his eyes creasing with it. "Is this like a survey, where you fill in the box?"

Tenma relaxes against Grimmer, warm and comforting, kissing him gently here and there, along his jaw and cheek. He remembers the last time, how it was different. They hadn’t really held each other afterwards, or kissed— this is much nicer. The feeling of connection is still there, tightly wound about their bodies. 

When questioned, he does not answer, because his first instinct is to simply nod and reaffirm Tenma’s feelings. He tries smiling again, but it wavers, and he brings his arm from around Tenma to take one of his hands.

With tenderness, Grimmer places it to his cheek, and his lips; and finally, to his chest, swallowing hard. “But, I think…I think it’s changed, for me,” he says.

//Reacting to the other man’s admission, he knits his brows in concern and combs his fingers through his silvery hair. Wondering if he seemed callous, he frowns.

No… No, Grimmer… —Of course it’s changed for me too but what I meant was… //He pauses, thinking on his words.// Sharing a drink or sharing a bed —it doesn’t feel strange at all. //Cushioning his cheek against the pillow, he maintains eye contact.// I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t feel afraid or apprehensive even though I’ve… crossed this supposed line by sleeping with you.

//He smiles shyly.// …I want to do this again soon but I still want to go on that picnic we’ve always talked about too. Fishing, wine and cheese — all of that. In that sense it hasn’t changed.

//Watching Grimmer closely, he notices his words do little to relieve his tension.// —Or did you mean something else?

Münster (Tenma!)

wolfgang-grimmer:

doktortenma:

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No, I…I don’t know…

//Squeezing Tenma’s hand in return, softly, he searches his companion’s expression. Grimmer still breathes rather heavily; he draws up Tenma’s hand and presses it to his cheek. It feels pleasantly cool.

//After a moment, he lets slip his hand from Tenma’s and stretches out his arms, long and sinewy, in supplication for embrace— to bring back unto himself Tenma’s warm body, the smell of his sweetly damp hair. 

//He speaks with an embarrassed half smile.//

—Was that all right?

//Falling into the embrace, he drapes an arm over Grimmer’s back and hooks his fingers into the damp fabric there. Nestled against his shoulder, he briefly closes his eyes, and focuses on his heartbeat and his warmth and his salty scent. He kisses there.

//Pulling back so he could see Grimmer better, he smiles.// Fantastic. You did great. //He kisses his jaw.// I’m going to remember it for a long time.

//His fingers grace the contours of his upper back and curl along the slope of his neck. He echoes the question back at him.// How did I do? How many stars would you give me?

//He pecks another point on the other man’s jaw and leans against him contently.// Grimmer? If you don’t mind me asking… I mean it’s the second time…

Do you think this changes something between us? I get the impression I should feel that way… but I don’t — and that doesn’t feel strange at all. What are your thoughts?

Anonymous asked
Tenma san, Where are you? T^T

Don’t worry, anon! I’m here…