[ he's not exactly expecting junpei to be a shit, so the hood pull catches him by surprise and he lets out a squeaky sort of yelp... but then he laughs again as he tugs the hood back down to his shoulders and catches up. ]
Haha... wouldn't you like to know?
[ read as: he didn't really have anywhere in mind; he was more curious to see if junpei had any ideas. ]
[It happens. Nobody really expects it from him on this ship and for a guy who has had a pretty exhausting weekend, he seems pretty okay. He leans against the elevator, hands on the railing and almost-posing even if he's not looking Nikkari in the eye.]
Another one of the mysteries to unfold? Fine by me. [The elevator rises.] My money's on at least four people using the hot tubs this week though.
[ if it wasn't for the cutoffs, nikkari might have already gotten handsy... as it is now, though, his eyes just linger on junpei's face with a catlike smile. ]
Oh my... knowing that, I feel even more special than I already did.
[ nikkari follows closely behind, clamshell already in hand so that he can deactivate the lock as soon as they reach the door. he's gotten the hang of technology easily enough, it seems—or maybe it's just this one particular device he's gotten used to. ]
Don't read too much into it. [He says that, but he looks a little sheepish anyway. It's fine, Nikka hot and Junpei's letting his hands disappear into his pockets while he waits.]
With you, at least, I don't have to wonder how to ask for it. [He'll step through the doorway once it's open.] Even if your portrait was just for show.
[ ... as he shrugs off the windbreaker and tosses it onto the loveseat, his expression suddenly turns into a rare grimace. ]
Let's not talk about that, ah... incident. [ the couch may be set up as his makeshift bed, but it's the bedroom proper that he's coaxing junpei toward. kind of hard not to listen to a guy who's now only wearing something that barely qualifies as underwear. ] We have the present to focus on, after all.
[No, we should, because that's hilarious. It doesn't stay hilarious because suddenly Nikkari's literally just parading around like this but at the same time Junpei knows what he was getting into by approaching this particular sword.
There's little resistance as he follows though.]
The present is the only thing we really know is real, isn't it? [He waves a hand, seemingly talking to himself while he walks.] We exist, therefore we know we exist. I'm planning to fuck you, therefore that's a thing that's actually happening.
[...maybe he just kind of talks when he's flustered it's. Fine]
[ ... his rambling is so lame it's actually kind of charming, in that "wow this idiot has no right being this cute" kind of way? the chuckle he lets out ends up turning from amused to sultry in the blink of an eye, though, as he closes the distance between himself and junpei. ]
Ha ha ha . . . [ it's deliberately drawn out. ] Are you so sure about that, Junpei-san? You hardly seem to know what you're saying.
[Just dunk him back in the ocean, i's fine. He picks up on the laughing and even when Nikkari closes the distance he has to wonder how, exactly, someone three inches shorter than him can still make him feel this small.]
I came to find you, didn't I? Why wouldn't I be sure of something like that? [It's not remotely sultry. It's not even really sexy, frankly, but it's point-blank and honest while he seems to look him over.] It's nothing, ignore that.
[Destroy him. His gaze seems to drift though, and there's a breathless sort of laugh.] I'm starting to get the feeling I'm a little overdressed though.
I meant the part where you implied that you'd be having your way with me, instead of the other way around.
[ the time he's spent manifested in this body is merely a minuscule fraction of the time of his total existence, sure, but just observing the way junpei's trying so hard to stay level-headed leaves him with hardly any doubt that he'll be taking the lead here. ]
Are you saying that's something you need me to assist you with? Haha... I'm sure you're old enough to undress yourself, or else I may need to reconsider.
[...things Junpei didn't think through: that. But at the same time there's a short hum of thought before he shrugs.]
Until proven otherwise, that's what I think. [Nikkari is absolutely taking the lead here because despite being very much himself, he's also still sort of young in the grand scheme of things. He settles for rolling his eyes while toeing off his shoes and moving to unbutton his stupid flannel shirt.]
It was sort of an offer if you were into that sort of thing, but actually, stay over there. [There's a smirk though. He's not that serious.]
[ he wanted to keep teasing, yeah, but now he's actually kind of genuinely curious about what junpei's got bubbling in his confused bisexual brain. he takes a few steps back to comfortably seat himself at the edge of the bed, eyes blinking slowly so as to better take in the show. ]
[Hopefully he's not expecting anything stellar or even helpful because Junpei's letting Nikkari settle while he works on trying to make it seem like he knows what he's doing. It's less of a show than it is a point, fingers purposefully and slowly unbuttoning from top to bottom. The shirt itself is eventually slipped off like a jacket inch by inch down his shoulders, back turned and shirt getting tossed to the side. With his arm moving it's also a little easy to see that there's a scrawl of dark words on his side right along his ribs. He'd told Chuuya he didn't have a tattoo, but that's probably because he didn't realize he did.
That's about the point that he pauses and turns back to Nikkari who's sitting and watching him, taking a moment to think about it. Even when his hands move over his own hips toward the front of his pants he ruins the mood by talking.]
Usually these things are done with music, aren't they? [A light comment and also how do strip teases work? He has no idea. The movement of his hands continues to be slow and deliberate while fixing Nikkari with a curious, questioning look.] It's almost hotter to have no idea what you're actually thinking right now.
[That's probably part of the reason he came after Nikkari anyway. The mystery is a huge draw. There's a drag of the zipper and his capris slide down his hips and his legs, leaving them on the floor as he takes a step closer still in black boxer-briefs because of course he is. He doesn't join him on the bed just yet, but he leans down just enough to be eye to eye.]
[ if it's any consolation, nikkari is pointedly holding back his criticism of junpei's technique (or lack thereof), rather than straight up roasting him the way hizamaru did last week? give him brownie points for that... and maybe more for the way he runs an appreciative eye up and down junpei once he's down to the bare minimum. not bad at all. ]
If I'm not mistaken, I'd say you prefer me that way.
[ once junpei is close enough to touch, nikkari wastes no time in seeing how serious he is about this. one hand goes to the back of his neck to draw him in for an open-mouthed kiss, while the other rests at the waistband of his underwear. it might be considered going a little fast, but for nikkari? this is just baby mode, testing the waters and trying to get a feel for how much he can do without breaking junpei. ]
[It helps because if Nikkari criticized him too he'd just go find the demon and pray for death. As it is, he somehow misses that look because he's hyper-focused on what he's doing, a slight grin because of course Nikkari's right. Nevertheless there isn't a verbal reply before he sees hands moving toward him.
Perhaps, surprisingly, he's serious about this because he's almost-instantly sinking into the kiss while bringing one of his hands up to cover Nikkari's, using both to drag the waistband down his hip just enough to send a message. He's kind of a damaged person, but he's by no means fragile. It's his own test to see what Nikkari's willing to do.]
[ he's surprised, yeah, but nikkari isn't complaining at all when junpei responds just as enthusiastically. the insistence at getting his underwear off causes nikkari to laugh, sending an amused vibration into junpei's mouth.
that answers that question, he guesses.
with that assurance, nikkari continues to tug junpei's briefs down his legs until they're down to his ankles; from there, he places a hand steady at the small of junpei's back to draw him in so that his partner ends up on his lap, his own heat building underneath junpei's bared shaft. ]
[For as prickly and annoyed as Junpei comes off, there's still a pretty frustrated individual who runs on impulse and his own (sometimes volatile) emotions. It means that despite whatever motivations he has for coming here, he's easing himself into the motions and allowing himself to shut down the parts of his head that would protest this.
It's like he told someone else. It's not really about just fucking to survive; it's about doing what you have to to get what you want. But that doesn't mean you can't enjoy it along the way.
He's kicking away his briefs and he's almost-eagerly following Nikkari's hand, not-quite gracefully settling into his lap and letting his own arms loop around his neck. The thing about it is that he's a little more invested in kissing than most people. Kissing is easy and kissing keeps his mouth busy so he can't make things weird by talking, tongue tentatively moving while he shifts--or rather grinds against his partner's lap. He hasn't exactly improved his skills since last week's mission with Hizamaru but an attempt is being made.
For whatever reason, he still thinks that maybe he can be in control here and he leans further into Nikkari's body, trying to see how far he can push him or see if he can knock him on his back. Through it all, he's mostly quiet save for the quick breaths through his nose solely so he doesn't have to pull back yet.]
[ there's a pleased sigh that passes through nikkari's lips when junpei moves his hips with that sort of intent, and it only serves to make his tongue chase junpei's back into its owner's mouth with that much more enthusiasm.
something still keeps him from fully immersing himself in the raw pleasure of it all, though, and that obstacle is the skintight material his own growing arousal is currently straining against. he probably should have taken it off while junpei was busy stripping, but he didn't want to leave himself completely vulnerable before they could get into the heat of the moment. swords are stubbornly proud about that sort of thing.
in his mild frustration, he thrusts himself up against junpei despite the barrier between them anyway; the friction is nice, regardless, but it still isn't the same as skin-to-skin contact. ]
[It's not. It's really not the same and when Nikkari thrusts up there's a half-laugh and a half-groan muffled against his mouth as it passes through Junpei's lips. His hands are moving up the back of Nikkari's head, trailing down over his jaw and and to his chest when he pulls back enough to speak.]
I should leave these on you to make up for all of the times you've teased me. [Still not remotely sexy. Still bad at dirty talk, and he probably knows it given the way his ears flush a faint red. He's still close enough that his breath ghosts over Nikkari's mouth but just out of reach to keep from kissing him again. Even while he's talking though one of his hands is moving to twist its way down to his lap, the tips of two of his fingers dragging over the visible outline of Nikkari's shaft. It's not that difficult given it's a fucking speedo and in a way it's enough to send him into a fit of nervous laughter, but he bites on his own lip instead to. Not. Do that.]
Thoughts...? [Okay, yeah, he's grinning just a bit. Let him think he has the upper hand for a bit despite the fact he's the one fully stripped down and within reach.]
Oh? If they stay on, then how would you fully enjoy me...?
[ junpei's wandering hands turn nikkari's usual laugh into a sigh, which further morphs into a quiet moan as those hands reach his length. god, he wants to feel those fingers against his skin, against himself. in a mild fit of frustration, he lifts his hips, pushing himself further into junpei's palm with a shallow hiss; his own hands take hold of junpei's hips to keep him in place for better access. ]
You shouldn't get too cocky, though... you forget—[ junpei may have been too distracted trying to tease nikkari that he might not notice one of the sword's hands creeping toward his cock... he probably can't, though, once nikkari ghosts his fingers along it and closes his hand around the base, ]—I have the upper hand here.
[It's more in the way he feels Nikkari's hips tilt up that allows his hand to rotate a bit, the heel of his palm pressed down over the length beneath him. Even with how uncertain he seems at times, he isn't too shy about feeling him up with with the thin fabric between them.
Of course, he's not paying attention at all. He's way too fascinated watching Nikkari under his hand and listening to him to notice how his hand moves. There's a bitten-back groan of both surprise and need and his own hand kind of stops? Like. Sorry. That happens.]
...you think? [But the way it's said is a little too breathy to be a serious threat, face leaning close again as his hand slides over whatever bare skin he can reach. Over his hips, down to the inside of his thighs and fingers slipping under the last bit of cover seeking out the heat building between them.] I'm curious what you want to happen here.
[He's not bold enough to say "how do you want me" but the intent is the same.]
[ unlike junpei, nikkari doesn't stop his efforts when he's touched directly. even as he lets out a needy moan at finally getting the kind of contact he's been wanting, his hold on junpei does not slacken. in fact, it intensifies, the hand sliding up and down his partner's shaft closing around it a little tighter when those fingers brush against himself. ]
I want to take you... or, ah, how did you phrase it? [ he presses his thumb against junpei's head, against the slit at his tip as he closes the distance between his face and junpei's. he darts forward to take junpei's bottom lip between his teeth—a little more than a nip, but not enough to be a full bite—before letting it go again and whispering, ] I want to fuck you.
[This needs to go. This needs to get out of the way because his movements are restricted as his hand palms against Nikkari's cock even with the limited range of motion. His lips are parted and there's an echoing groan thanks to the feeling of someone else's hand stroking over him.]
Fuck... [It's drawn out as Nikkari's teeth bite down and he finds himself thrusting up into his hand. Hearing that gets to him more than he'll say, but he's following to steal another open-mouthed kiss before there's a short, deep reply.] Then do it already. [Demanding..but he squeezes his hand gently around the base of Nikkari's length before realizing this is actually overly complicated.
He could stand to maybe break away to give Nikkari room to move, but his free hand is busy trying to rid him of the speedo and free him from the last bit of restraint stopping them. It's probably going as well as one would expect from someone eager to please and eager in general, but he's determined to see this through.]
[ with a sudden display of strength and agility—did junpei forget he was a sword just because of his size?—nikkari grabs junpei's wrist, the hand around his cock, and pins it onto the bed below them, pivoting so that he's straddling junpei, legs spread and knees on either side of his partner. with his free hand, he hooks a finger into the waistband of the last piece of clothing upon his body, yanks it down as he cants his hips in an almost hypnotizing way that makes it easier for him to strip and finally bare his cock upon junpei's abdomen.
with heavy breaths, he looks down at his companion, long green hair draping over his shoulders and curling into small pools on junpei's body. ]
Haha... do you want to see me or not as I fuck you?
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Haha... wouldn't you like to know?
[ read as: he didn't really have anywhere in mind; he was more curious to see if junpei had any ideas. ]
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Another one of the mysteries to unfold? Fine by me. [The elevator rises.] My money's on at least four people using the hot tubs this week though.
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Oh? You have money to bet?
[ "you've fucked?" ]
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Don't give me that. It's a figure of speech. [The elevator pings and the doors open on the second floor.] But if I did I'd still bet on it.
[And out he goes, heading straight for Nikkari's room.]
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[ nikkari follows closely behind, clamshell already in hand so that he can deactivate the lock as soon as they reach the door. he's gotten the hang of technology easily enough, it seems—or maybe it's just this one particular device he's gotten used to. ]
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With you, at least, I don't have to wonder how to ask for it. [He'll step through the doorway once it's open.] Even if your portrait was just for show.
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Let's not talk about that, ah... incident. [ the couch may be set up as his makeshift bed, but it's the bedroom proper that he's coaxing junpei toward. kind of hard not to listen to a guy who's now only wearing something that barely qualifies as underwear. ] We have the present to focus on, after all.
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There's little resistance as he follows though.]
The present is the only thing we really know is real, isn't it? [He waves a hand, seemingly talking to himself while he walks.] We exist, therefore we know we exist. I'm planning to fuck you, therefore that's a thing that's actually happening.
[...maybe he just kind of talks when he's flustered it's. Fine]
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Ha ha ha . . . [ it's deliberately drawn out. ] Are you so sure about that, Junpei-san? You hardly seem to know what you're saying.
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I came to find you, didn't I? Why wouldn't I be sure of something like that? [It's not remotely sultry. It's not even really sexy, frankly, but it's point-blank and honest while he seems to look him over.] It's nothing, ignore that.
[Destroy him. His gaze seems to drift though, and there's a breathless sort of laugh.] I'm starting to get the feeling I'm a little overdressed though.
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[ the time he's spent manifested in this body is merely a minuscule fraction of the time of his total existence, sure, but just observing the way junpei's trying so hard to stay level-headed leaves him with hardly any doubt that he'll be taking the lead here. ]
Are you saying that's something you need me to assist you with? Haha... I'm sure you're old enough to undress yourself, or else I may need to reconsider.
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Until proven otherwise, that's what I think. [Nikkari is absolutely taking the lead here because despite being very much himself, he's also still sort of young in the grand scheme of things. He settles for rolling his eyes while toeing off his shoes and moving to unbutton his stupid flannel shirt.]
It was sort of an offer if you were into that sort of thing, but actually, stay over there. [There's a smirk though. He's not that serious.]
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[ he wanted to keep teasing, yeah, but now he's actually kind of genuinely curious about what junpei's got bubbling in his confused bisexual brain. he takes a few steps back to comfortably seat himself at the edge of the bed, eyes blinking slowly so as to better take in the show. ]
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That's about the point that he pauses and turns back to Nikkari who's sitting and watching him, taking a moment to think about it. Even when his hands move over his own hips toward the front of his pants he ruins the mood by talking.]
Usually these things are done with music, aren't they? [A light comment and also how do strip teases work? He has no idea. The movement of his hands continues to be slow and deliberate while fixing Nikkari with a curious, questioning look.] It's almost hotter to have no idea what you're actually thinking right now.
[That's probably part of the reason he came after Nikkari anyway. The mystery is a huge draw. There's a drag of the zipper and his capris slide down his hips and his legs, leaving them on the floor as he takes a step closer still in black boxer-briefs because of course he is. He doesn't join him on the bed just yet, but he leans down just enough to be eye to eye.]
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If I'm not mistaken, I'd say you prefer me that way.
[ once junpei is close enough to touch, nikkari wastes no time in seeing how serious he is about this. one hand goes to the back of his neck to draw him in for an open-mouthed kiss, while the other rests at the waistband of his underwear. it might be considered going a little fast, but for nikkari? this is just baby mode, testing the waters and trying to get a feel for how much he can do without breaking junpei. ]
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Perhaps, surprisingly, he's serious about this because he's almost-instantly sinking into the kiss while bringing one of his hands up to cover Nikkari's, using both to drag the waistband down his hip just enough to send a message. He's kind of a damaged person, but he's by no means fragile. It's his own test to see what Nikkari's willing to do.]
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that answers that question, he guesses.
with that assurance, nikkari continues to tug junpei's briefs down his legs until they're down to his ankles; from there, he places a hand steady at the small of junpei's back to draw him in so that his partner ends up on his lap, his own heat building underneath junpei's bared shaft. ]
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It's like he told someone else. It's not really about just fucking to survive; it's about doing what you have to to get what you want. But that doesn't mean you can't enjoy it along the way.
He's kicking away his briefs and he's almost-eagerly following Nikkari's hand, not-quite gracefully settling into his lap and letting his own arms loop around his neck. The thing about it is that he's a little more invested in kissing than most people. Kissing is easy and kissing keeps his mouth busy so he can't make things weird by talking, tongue tentatively moving while he shifts--or rather grinds against his partner's lap. He hasn't exactly improved his skills since last week's mission with Hizamaru but an attempt is being made.
For whatever reason, he still thinks that maybe he can be in control here and he leans further into Nikkari's body, trying to see how far he can push him or see if he can knock him on his back. Through it all, he's mostly quiet save for the quick breaths through his nose solely so he doesn't have to pull back yet.]
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something still keeps him from fully immersing himself in the raw pleasure of it all, though, and that obstacle is the skintight material his own growing arousal is currently straining against. he probably should have taken it off while junpei was busy stripping, but he didn't want to leave himself completely vulnerable before they could get into the heat of the moment. swords are stubbornly proud about that sort of thing.
in his mild frustration, he thrusts himself up against junpei despite the barrier between them anyway; the friction is nice, regardless, but it still isn't the same as skin-to-skin contact. ]
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I should leave these on you to make up for all of the times you've teased me. [Still not remotely sexy. Still bad at dirty talk, and he probably knows it given the way his ears flush a faint red. He's still close enough that his breath ghosts over Nikkari's mouth but just out of reach to keep from kissing him again. Even while he's talking though one of his hands is moving to twist its way down to his lap, the tips of two of his fingers dragging over the visible outline of Nikkari's shaft. It's not that difficult given it's a fucking speedo and in a way it's enough to send him into a fit of nervous laughter, but he bites on his own lip instead to. Not. Do that.]
Thoughts...? [Okay, yeah, he's grinning just a bit. Let him think he has the upper hand for a bit despite the fact he's the one fully stripped down and within reach.]
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[ junpei's wandering hands turn nikkari's usual laugh into a sigh, which further morphs into a quiet moan as those hands reach his length. god, he wants to feel those fingers against his skin, against himself. in a mild fit of frustration, he lifts his hips, pushing himself further into junpei's palm with a shallow hiss; his own hands take hold of junpei's hips to keep him in place for better access. ]
You shouldn't get too cocky, though... you forget—[ junpei may have been too distracted trying to tease nikkari that he might not notice one of the sword's hands creeping toward his cock... he probably can't, though, once nikkari ghosts his fingers along it and closes his hand around the base, ]—I have the upper hand here.
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Of course, he's not paying attention at all. He's way too fascinated watching Nikkari under his hand and listening to him to notice how his hand moves. There's a bitten-back groan of both surprise and need and his own hand kind of stops? Like. Sorry. That happens.]
...you think? [But the way it's said is a little too breathy to be a serious threat, face leaning close again as his hand slides over whatever bare skin he can reach. Over his hips, down to the inside of his thighs and fingers slipping under the last bit of cover seeking out the heat building between them.] I'm curious what you want to happen here.
[He's not bold enough to say "how do you want me" but the intent is the same.]
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[ unlike junpei, nikkari doesn't stop his efforts when he's touched directly. even as he lets out a needy moan at finally getting the kind of contact he's been wanting, his hold on junpei does not slacken. in fact, it intensifies, the hand sliding up and down his partner's shaft closing around it a little tighter when those fingers brush against himself. ]
I want to take you... or, ah, how did you phrase it? [ he presses his thumb against junpei's head, against the slit at his tip as he closes the distance between his face and junpei's. he darts forward to take junpei's bottom lip between his teeth—a little more than a nip, but not enough to be a full bite—before letting it go again and whispering, ] I want to fuck you.
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Fuck... [It's drawn out as Nikkari's teeth bite down and he finds himself thrusting up into his hand. Hearing that gets to him more than he'll say, but he's following to steal another open-mouthed kiss before there's a short, deep reply.] Then do it already. [Demanding..but he squeezes his hand gently around the base of Nikkari's length before realizing this is actually overly complicated.
He could stand to maybe break away to give Nikkari room to move, but his free hand is busy trying to rid him of the speedo and free him from the last bit of restraint stopping them. It's probably going as well as one would expect from someone eager to please and eager in general, but he's determined to see this through.]
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with heavy breaths, he looks down at his companion, long green hair draping over his shoulders and curling into small pools on junpei's body. ]
Haha... do you want to see me or not as I fuck you?
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GMAIL LOST MY NOTIF FOR THIS?
no andie just wanted to get away from my smut :c
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