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:

//Tenma’s hands slip down Grimmer’s up arms. The sensation of the other man’s large rough hand brushing against his bare skin dulls his mind, leaving him entirely focused on the man beneath him. The rise and fall of his broad chest delicately concealed by thin white cotton. He remembers what he’s seen of Grimmer back in the shower and anxiously nibbles at his lip.

I… love you… //He pants the words out so quietly, the words get lost among his ragged breaths.

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Münster (Tenma!)

wolfgang-grimmer:

doktortenma:

//The instant he kisses the other man he sharply heaves a deep breath as if expelling a good deal of the tension he had been holding. Feeling the pull of Grimmer’s hand through his shirt, he thinks he’d like to do the same but hesitates, not wanting to overwhelm. Instead, his fingers grip tightly at the thin cotton by his knees, tugging the cloth forward.

//Grimmer’s lips are so delicate. It’s shape slight and thin. A hint of dryness brought out distinct texture and he could feel his chin stubble scratching against his. He is clearly kissing another man and yet it feels so… natural. Perhaps it’s because he hasn’t kissed many men that his mind keeps revisiting this same thought. Not so long ago, it was only a year since he had made the revelation. Gently, he tilts against the kiss.

//Grimmer moans and his hand slips and grasps at the cloth by the other man’s thigh; he can feel the heat pooling between his own legs and the rising tension of fabric there. Aware of what is happening to his body, he ends the kiss and brings his fingers to his own lips. They throb. His whole body throbs.

//He looks to Grimmer for a response, hoping he hasn’t crossed any boundaries. Earlier, he promised himself he would behave but already, after a small kiss, he’s like this. He opens his mouth to speak but Grimmer does so first. He sounds breathless. He looks…. Was he imagining things?

//Grimmer’s voice is so quiet, he leans in closer, almost tasting his breath.

//Grimmer is barely finished with his sentence when he kisses him. A broken groan leaves the back of his throat and this time his tongue swathes over lips and beyond teeth, combing the surface of his lovely mouth. He rises, still connected to the other man, until he’s slightly bent over right in front of him, accommodating to their change of height though not by much. Grimmer is so very large.

//His fingers sink into his thin, knobby shoulders and he tenderly pulls away from their kiss. Neatly, he tucks away a strand of hair by the other man’s forehead. The other man’s face is so very red and damp. Was it sweat or from the shower he had taken earlier? He couldn’t tell but, god, was he beautiful.// Sorry… H-Hardly gave you a chance to speak… //He thumbs away a drop of sweat from Grimmer’s brow.// I’ve… wanted you all day… I want… //His voice falls away, taken by the sight of the other man’s physical response.//

—Y-yeah, me… too…//Grimmer takes in swift, harsh gasps when their mouths disconnect, his fingers delicately twisting the waistband of Tenma’s pajamas. Aching unbearably now, he looks up at his friend in a dizzy haze, the sounds of breathing seeming to vibrate.

//He could see him quite clearly, not just the shadowy outlines of his face but the expression of lust, the flush of his lips, the flecks of stubble defining his jaw— the dark hair still damp and tangled. Grimmer releases the fabric of Tenma’s pajamas and slides his hands up, underneath his shirt and along his belly, Searingly hot skin greets his fingertips, soft, short tufts of hair, trailing down. His breath catches and becomes ragged, feeling his companion reflexively flinch from the direct touch.

//In the next moment his hands have come away, gripping the collar of Tenma’s shirt and pulling him down into another kiss, pressing his lips so hard as to feel teeth, the graze of sharp stubble. Now, any semblance of control dissipates.

//The kiss breaks off, but Grimmer does not let go.//

Kenzo…//Sounding out his first name, slowly and heavily, Grimmer asks,//

Is that all right…to call you that…like this…here…//Red patches of skin stain his cheeks, ears, and neck, arousal straining against the fabric of his shorts, somewhat damp and translucent at the end. Any semblance of calm is completely gone.//

//Tenma’s hands slip down Grimmer’s up arms. The sensation of the other man’s large rough hand brushing against his bare skin dulls his mind, leaving him entirely focused on the man beneath him. The rise and fall of his broad chest delicately concealed by thin white cotton. He remembers what he’s seen of Grimmer back in the shower and anxiously nibbles at his lip.

I… love you… //He pants the words out so quietly, the words get lost among his ragged breaths.

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Münster (Tenma!)

wolfgang-grimmer:

doktortenma:

//After looking through the book, he gives out the sweetest smile he’s ever seen. Does Grimmer have any idea how irresistible he is? It seems he liked his gift. A small smile tugs at both corners of his lips.

//Blushing now, he bashfully scratches his nose.// Well, I don’t know about that… I wouldn’t say I’m that good of a cook. In fact, I might be learning a bit too. //Nervous laugh.// And hey, cooking with a makeshift fire in the great outdoors is a pretty amazing skill. I tried it once…

Oh, uh… you’re welcome… //Tenma’s voice comes to a gradual halt as he feels Grimmer’s fingers digging deeply between his. Immediately, his heart begins to throb and it’s hard to hear anything else, feel anything else, see anyone else. The other man’s eyes cling to him heavily like fabric. Was this real? Was this really happening? Nervously, he darts his eyes between the delicate creases on his lips and the curved downward tip of his nose. When they met, it was the first thing he noticed about Grimmer.

Y-yeah… //His voice low, he nods slowly. Smiling a bit, he unconsciously leans forward.// But, uh, don’t you think it’s a bit early for bed? //Tenma guides their entwined hands to his own knee and lays the back of Grimmer’s hand on it.// Ah… What I mean to say is… //He licks his lips.// Do you, uh, want to… //Fool around. He can’t say it. The words don’t feel right. There was much more to it than that.

//Grimmer looks confused. It’s an honest, innocent expression and so damn cute.// I… love you. //Close enough now, he gently closes his lips over the other man’s.//

//Grimmer is confused as to how literally Tenma takes his words, and it shows on his face; he’d thought he’d been pretty straightforward.

//Tenma draws closer, and his heart begins to pound in response, watching his companion carefully and intensely, until he is kissed. Instantly, a shock runs through his body, burning it’s way through his extremities. His hand slips away from Tenma’s and grips tightly at his shirt, as if to draw Tenma in, his lips parting and a stifled, soft groan rolling out of his throat. 

//It ends almost painfully, his heart reverberating in his chest, his body trembling with how good it felt, the touch of Tenma’s lips on his own. Grimmer is breathing hard and uneven, but he manages to respond nonetheless, voice low and breaking,// 

I want you to—I want to. Is that— is that all right? //He’s nearly whispering, coming undone.//

//The instant he kisses the other man he sharply heaves a deep breath as if expelling a good deal of the tension he had been holding. Feeling the pull of Grimmer’s hand through his shirt, he thinks he’d like to do the same but hesitates, not wanting to overwhelm. Instead, his fingers grip tightly at the thin cotton by his knees, tugging the cloth forward.

//Grimmer’s lips are so delicate. It’s shape slight and thin. A hint of dryness brought out distinct texture and he could feel his chin stubble scratching against his. He is clearly kissing another man and yet it feels so… natural. Perhaps it’s because he hasn’t kissed many men that his mind keeps revisiting this same thought. Not so long ago, it was only a year since he had made the revelation. Gently, he tilts against the kiss.

//Grimmer moans and his hand slips and grasps at the cloth by the other man’s thigh; he can feel the heat pooling between his own legs and the rising tension of fabric there. Aware of what is happening to his body, he ends the kiss and brings his fingers to his own lips. They throb. His whole body throbs.

//He looks to Grimmer for a response, hoping he hasn’t crossed any boundaries. Earlier, he promised himself he would behave but already, after a small kiss, he’s like this. He opens his mouth to speak but Grimmer does so first. He sounds breathless. He looks…. Was he imagining things?

//Grimmer’s voice is so quiet, he leans in closer, almost tasting his breath.

//Grimmer is barely finished with his sentence when he kisses him. A broken groan leaves the back of his throat and this time his tongue swathes over lips and beyond teeth, combing the surface of his lovely mouth. He rises, still connected to the other man, until he’s slightly bent over right in front of him, accommodating to their change of height though not by much. Grimmer is so very large.

//His fingers sink into his thin, knobby shoulders and he tenderly pulls away from their kiss. Neatly, he tucks away a strand of hair by the other man’s forehead. The other man’s face is so very red and damp. Was it sweat or from the shower he had taken earlier? He couldn’t tell but, god, was he beautiful.// Sorry… H-Hardly gave you a chance to speak… //He thumbs away a drop of sweat from Grimmer’s brow.// I’ve… wanted you all day… I want… //His voice falls away, taken by the sight of the other man’s physical response.//

Münster (Tenma!)

wolfgang-grimmer:

doktortenma:

//Their somewhat awkward time together in the shower is short-lived, however, and he is soon left alone with his thoughts.

//Love and lust never really seemed to intersect all that much in his life. Love was a plentiful feeling in all of its forms but sex, particularly the idea of it as an all-consuming desire in of itself, escaped him. Even after coming to terms with his sexuality, that did not change. The time he spent with that man overseas was… physically enjoyable but, due to a variety of factors, such as the fact that the man had a fiancee, he wished he figured it out in a different way. For a while afterwards, thinking it was the thing to do, he gave dating a try and stalked the right clubs but the young, sexually-charged atmosphere left him feeling out of place. In the end, he realized he was fine without it. Perhaps this was the reason he lived so long without knowing of his homosexuality.

//When he told Grimmer of his sexuality, he had no ulterior motives of any kind and was, in fact, genuinely surprised to find out that he was also the same. However something… happened and he ended up bedding the other man. And now, he couldn’t stop thinking about it and about him. What did it mean? And why is he increasingly preoccupied with wanting his intimacy? After months apart analyzing the event, obviously it meant something to him and, he wanted it to mean something to him too. Perhaps he could be honest and to the point with Mr. Grimmer and ask him himself.

//Rinsing the soap out his hair now, he turns off the tap and wrings out his hair before drying himself and stepping out in a towel. He sees Grimmer sitting at the edge of his bed, giving his heart a jolt. Doing his best to pay it no heed, he walks past him to get into his pajamas. It didn’t mean anything. It didn’t mean anything. Taking off his towel, he seats himself at an unoccupied edge and gets dressed. He still needed to give Grimmer his gift, didn’t he?

//Once dressed, he takes it out from one of his drawers and approaches the man holding it behind his back.// I, uh, got you a present. //Scratching his nose.// I’ve told you about it before…

//Holding it out now with both hands, he gives it to the other man and sits next to him.// It’s a Japanese cookbook. Maybe we can make something in it together.

//Grimmer accepts the gift with wide eyes, staring at the cover, then carefully turning the fresh pages. Most of the recipes include ingredients he’d never worked with— well, not like he did much cooking, anyway.

//After a brief perusal, he closes the book again and looks up at Tenma with a helpless smile.//

Yes, you will have to show me, Doktor. (The formal title slips off his tongue with the soft, purring inflection which always accompanied his words ending in ‘r’). I’m not much of a cook as it is— I think I will need much help understanding the japanese palate. 

//He sets the books aside and continues,//

I wouldn’t doubt that you probably could make most german food better than me, too. Never really bothered trying to learn. Cooking a fish you’ve caught over a makeshift fire with canned something-or-other isn’t exactly the same thing, is it?

Thank you.

//His hand covers Tenma’s, fingers curling inward between his companion’s. The familiar, almost electrical sensation washes over him, heart knocking loudly in his chest. 

//There is another smile: a small, uncertain one, while his eyes dart between Tenma’s, looking for affirmation.//

Are— are we for bed, then? //A little nervously, but gentle and low all the same. He wants very much to stay with the other man, to sleep beside him (or, attempt to sleep), feel the warmth of his skin and curves of his body. The thought spreads a faint glow on his cheeks and ears.//

//After looking through the book, he gives out the sweetest smile he’s ever seen. Does Grimmer have any idea how irresistible he is? It seems he liked his gift. A small smile tugs at both corners of his lips.

//Blushing now, he bashfully scratches his nose.// Well, I don’t know about that… I wouldn’t say I’m that good of a cook. In fact, I might be learning a bit too. //Nervous laugh.// And hey, cooking with a makeshift fire in the great outdoors is a pretty amazing skill. I tried it once…

Oh, uh… you’re welcome… //Tenma’s voice comes to a gradual halt as he feels Grimmer’s fingers digging deeply between his. Immediately, his heart begins to throb and it’s hard to hear anything else, feel anything else, see anyone else. The other man’s eyes cling to him heavily like fabric. Was this real? Was this really happening? Nervously, he darts his eyes between the delicate creases on his lips and the curved downward tip of his nose. When they met, it was the first thing he noticed about Grimmer.

Y-yeah… //His voice low, he nods slowly. Smiling a bit, he unconsciously leans forward.// But, uh, don’t you think it’s a bit early for bed? //Tenma guides their entwined hands to his own knee and lays the back of Grimmer’s hand on it.// Ah… What I mean to say is… //He licks his lips.// Do you, uh, want to… //Fool around. He can’t say it. The words don’t feel right. There was much more to it than that.

//Grimmer looks confused. It’s an honest, innocent expression and so damn cute.// I… love you. //Close enough now, he gently closes his lips over the other man’s.//

maga-tan asked
Now that I think about it, you seem like someone who has an impressive lot of knowledge, not only as a Doctor but also in life itself... you were still so young when you left Japan, didn't you? I mean, at 'almost' 29, I've never left my home country yet, and I'm not even thinking of doing so anytime soon - I wish I was as bold and independent as you. //Pensive// You look like someone who does fine living alone, but truth to be told, no one likes being lonely: Do you miss your family in Japan?

Yes, I just about entered my twenties when I went to Germany. It was a very sudden thing I just decided to do. I remember that when I made the decision, I put all of my energy into getting my paperwork done and studying German whenever I could so I could pass the language proficiency test within a year.

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Yes, that’s true. No one likes being lonely.

I think it would be good to someday see my brother again, and I might enjoy visiting Japan after so long. It’s no doubt changed a lot since I’ve left, especially from what I’ve seen and heard.