[ if junpei really wants him to stop laughing, he should stop saying shit like that! goddamn! ]
Right here? I had no idea you were the type, Junpei-san... ah, I'm not counting last week, by the way. Those were extenuating circumstances, after all.
You could just say no like a normal person. [Grumblepoutbitch.] Also I didn't really mean right here but...we could. If you were into that. Probably more comfortable than the coffee shop counter.
[ well, that seals the deal. with one more ridiculously fond laugh, nikkari pulls junpei down and toward him to kiss him, tongue immediately trying to fight its way into junpei's mouth as he presses their bodies as close together as possible. ]
[It's not that hard for him to follow, trying to clear his mind from memories and leaving behind something brought on from reliving that moment. Nikkari pulls him down and he parts his lips to allow Nikkari's tongue to slip past his lips, hands sliding over his shoulders and settling flush against him.
It also means backing himself into a bookcase, but that's fine.]
[ hopefully these shelves are sturdy, otherwise they might actually accidentally murder someone?? but no, it seems like they're pretty solidly in place, so even as nikkari pins junpei against a divider separating books about biology from those about bondage, the shelf doesn't give way. with one hand keeping his partner against the bookcase, the other slides down his chest, tracing the contours of his bones through his shirt. ]
[And that's how they murdered five people that week in an alt timeline. But instead, no, the shelves are sturdy and Junpei doesn't mind the uncomfortable dig in his back. His hands are sliding up Nikkari's spine and he murmurs against his mouth when his partner's hands drift down his chest.]
Can't a guy keep some secrets? [Low and wanting, but still kind of firm. He's never going to tell him that part and instead he nips at his bottom lip, moving Nikkari's hand further down to dip under his own shirt. That's apparently permission to keep touching.]
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[ if nikkari tries to reach for his hand again, will he take it? ]
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Consider being less charming, maybe.
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You're sending me very mixed signals, you know.
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Like you don't send mixed messages of your own, Nikkari? I never know if you want to tease me or actually tease me.
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It's both.
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Suddenly I'm even less surprised. [There's a pause...and he glances at Nikkari carefully.] ...feel like making it one over the other?
[Subtle.]
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Right here? I had no idea you were the type, Junpei-san... ah, I'm not counting last week, by the way. Those were extenuating circumstances, after all.
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You could just say no like a normal person. [Grumblepoutbitch.] Also I didn't really mean right here but...we could. If you were into that. Probably more comfortable than the coffee shop counter.
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If you wanted me to say no, then why did you ask at all?
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There's something about you that makes me act kind of crazy, I guess.
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It also means backing himself into a bookcase, but that's fine.]
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Just how crazy do I make you, I wonder...?
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Can't a guy keep some secrets? [Low and wanting, but still kind of firm. He's never going to tell him that part and instead he nips at his bottom lip, moving Nikkari's hand further down to dip under his own shirt. That's apparently permission to keep touching.]