[ like humans, different touches mean different things to swords, different associations with their original forms. perhaps one of the most pleasant ones is when their heads or faces are patted. it brings them back to when they only had metal bodies instead of the ones they inhabit now, the feeling of fingers brushing against them reminding them of the warm hold of their hilts in their former masters' hands.
"almost lovingly" is a sentiment that weighs heavily on nikkari's mind, even though it's conveyed only through junpei's touch. it's... somewhat familiar to the memory of being wielded, but... that isn't all. he's just not entirely sure what the rest is—or maybe he's unable to accept that he's worthy of such feelings at all.
... whatever the case, he ducks down slightly so that junpei's hand runs through his hair rather than against his face, as if encouraging him to continue petting him there instead. ]
[He has no idea what Nikkari's thinking about or how he feels right in this moment. Junpei himself tends to convey his own feelings for people he caress about through a variety of touches and even then it takes some time for him to decide how to do so.
Nikkari's head moves and his fingers easily slide into his hair to pet his scalp. If that's what he wants, then so be it.]
[ he hums so very contentedly as junpei does as he's requested, even without the use of words. the question gets him to look up, though, and there's a playful raise of his eyebrow as he tilts his head. ]
Where would you rather have me?
[ his voice comes out a little hoarse, probably because of how hard he went down on junpei... he shouldn't be too worried, though, if the follow up of a familiar chuckle is anything to go by. ]
Up here, maybe? [It's hard to tell if he means that though given he's still petting through Nikkari's hair and his pants are still open, but he's fine either way. He lets Nikkari choose where to go.] But you seem to be okay where you're at, too.
pressing one more kiss to junpei's shaft, nikkari rises to his feet. he rolls his shoulders a couple of times to work out some of the stiffness from still having his arms bound behind his back, but rather than search for the key, he merely collapses onto the couch next to junpei and leans into his side. ]
Kinda dumb to think I'd stop thinking about you after everything that's happened here. [Just a reminder, partially teasing but also "Nikkari seriously."] Or that I'd want to, I guess.
[He's shifting so Nikkari can lean more, arm around his shoulders and fingers in his hair.]
Maybe you should be. [He's not sure, but he bumps his nose into Nikkari's head.] Do I have to remind you that you're one of the first people I sought out when the rules of the game changed?
[He doesn't mind apparently since this doesn't deter him from pets. But...there's a low hum in response.]
You were the second, but the first was just me giving a blowjob and the guy died a few days later. [Which should make it pretty clear who he means, and if not his expression isn't exactly hiding it.] But you were the first to touch me, so that probably counts.
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I'll take that as a yes.
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"almost lovingly" is a sentiment that weighs heavily on nikkari's mind, even though it's conveyed only through junpei's touch. it's... somewhat familiar to the memory of being wielded, but... that isn't all. he's just not entirely sure what the rest is—or maybe he's unable to accept that he's worthy of such feelings at all.
... whatever the case, he ducks down slightly so that junpei's hand runs through his hair rather than against his face, as if encouraging him to continue petting him there instead. ]
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Nikkari's head moves and his fingers easily slide into his hair to pet his scalp. If that's what he wants, then so be it.]
...how long are you gonna stay down there?
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Where would you rather have me?
[ his voice comes out a little hoarse, probably because of how hard he went down on junpei... he shouldn't be too worried, though, if the follow up of a familiar chuckle is anything to go by. ]
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pressing one more kiss to junpei's shaft, nikkari rises to his feet. he rolls his shoulders a couple of times to work out some of the stiffness from still having his arms bound behind his back, but rather than search for the key, he merely collapses onto the couch next to junpei and leans into his side. ]
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Want me to unbind your arms, at least?
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I'm fine for now. I'll let you know if it becomes uncomfortable.
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As long as you're sure. It doesn't look that comfortable is all.
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[ stop, ]
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If I leave you with even a few mysteries about myself, then you'll always have a reason to think of me.
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[ hug him more dammit ]
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Maybe you should be. [He's not sure, but he bumps his nose into Nikkari's head.] Do I have to remind you that you're one of the first people I sought out when the rules of the game changed?
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Was I not the first?
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You were the second, but the first was just me giving a blowjob and the guy died a few days later. [Which should make it pretty clear who he means, and if not his expression isn't exactly hiding it.] But you were the first to touch me, so that probably counts.
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Ah... I see. [ pause ] I'll take whatever you're offering me, then.
[ you really don't have to say it like that ]
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...what's that supposed to mean?
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Come on, I'm serious. What're you talking about?
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