crashout | DICK;

Depends on who it was for. [He mumbles an answer, but he's still staring at him. God. He listens to the explanation though and he can't help but chuckle to himself because wow, good job, Dick.]

Good idea in theory. But it is kinda cute that you both matched. I admire your dedication to the cause.

It made her happy. Besides, pretty sure my dignity died about three weeks ago.

[ and grune is cute when she's happy? which is like, most of the time, but listen. it was a win/win. speaking of win, though, dick did hear that muttered comment before his explanation, and he leans in again more deliberately this time, planting both arms on the loveseat's arms and cornering junpei. ]

You know... [ he tilts his head a little ] One of my bingo is clothed sex. Having trouble thinking who might be into that, though.

Yours along with everyone else's. But...that's kind of sweet. [The words are barely out of his mouth before he finds himself being boxed in and he blinks slowly, like he's genuinely not sure how he got here.

But...hm. He just sort of reaches forward to swat at one of the strings dangling loose from the chest tie-up.]

...you could probably ask Nikkari. [The brazen sort of grin that follows says he's 100% fucking with him.]

[ dick's not sure how to answer the sweet comment, but he absolutely knows how to answer that brazen joke: by getting up again, making a show of thinking about it ]

Wow, thanks, you're right. Think I should ask him right now?

[...there are a lot of things that aren't fair, but he's telling Dick absolutely none of them. Instead he fixes him with a level look, less playful this time and more considering like he's trying to figure something out.]

He likes you. He'd probably say yes? Other people would probably say yes, too, for the same reason. [He looks at his notes again even though he's not really seeing them. But there's a lull of quiet.] ...outfit looks good on you, dude. May as well keep it.

[ dick's maybe a little drunk, which makes it easy to tell when he droops a little, looking a little unsure and confused. he runs a hand through his hair. for a second, he doesn't feel like it's fair, that junpei's always throwing the fact he has sex with other people in his face, but it feels stupid to think. it's not what he's doing. and it's not like it's wrong even if it was what he was doing. ]

... I know I. [ he licks his lips ] I ask a lot, but you can just say no to stuff. Don't have to give me the runaround, dude. Won't get offended.

[ is it just that he'd read him wrong and junpei hadn't been interested? god, this is why he shouldn't drink. ]

[...something isn't adding up and he stares at Dick for a second. It's not entirely clear what his expression says and he considers those words carefully before he sets the notebook aside. He's still wordless all the same and he continues staring for some stupid reason before he's crawling up to his knees so they're at a more even height.

It also helps give him leverage so he can reach up with both hands, placing them on either side of Dick's head to pull him closer so he can kiss him. It's not the same desperate kind of kiss from the weekend, but if a kiss could be nervous it'd be this one. The grip on Dick's head is firm and he doesn't pull away, settling here and trying to coax his mouth open to deepen said-kiss.]

[ dick kisses back after a second of confused hesitation, bent a little to reach properly. he's cupping the back of junpei's head and maybe he tastes a little (a lot) like alcohol, but he's still very willing, opening his mouth and matching junpei's speed.

he feels like he missed something, but he's. not exactly bothered by that right now. ]

[He doesn't mind the taste of alcohol, clearly, given his abandoned beer is somewhere nearby but he does shift to sit on the loveseat again with his back to the arm and working on pulling Dick into his lap. He doesn't bother breaking the kiss, tongue licking into his mouth as one hand pulls on his shoulder and the other squeezes his ass because goddamnit, Grayson, who gave you the right to wear something that made it look this good?

He maybe missed something, but Junpei's not going to tell him. Who the fuck cares right now.]

[ Dick has no issue climbing into Junpei's lap through the kiss, pretty pleased with this turn of events overall. His legs are spread on either side of him and he gives a little moan when Junpei squeezes his ass, and he breaks out of the kiss after that ]

So you do like the outfit. [ he says it a little breezily, like there was ever any real doubt (and there was, for him), but then he adds: ] Careful with the boots, I've got knives in 'em.

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yeah that's the real reason he wore those ]

[He's shifting to let Dick settle in his lap, both hands immediately drawn to his ass to lift him a little to move him and maybe just for the sake of touching him. He shakes his head a little, almost too-fond as he eyes the boots before looking at his face again.]

Of course you do. Why would I ever think you'd be weapon-free? [But he ducks his head a little.] I do like the outfit though, yeah. I like untying things. [Thanks for being absolutely subtle, Junpei. Not.]

[ dick is now very settled, both in junpei's laps and in his hands, really. the weapon comment nets him a grin, proud and a little dope-y from the alcohol intake, though his gaze turns thoughtful at the outfit mention. ]

Think I've got to keep some of 'em on for the bingo thing, but you can untie me after. [ a beat-- ] If you wanna.

[...one hand rests on Dick's lower back and the other trails up his spine to fluff his hair a little. He kind of finds drunk Dick Grayson pliable and kinda cute, letting him talk and weighing his options a bit.]

Mm...I don't have clothed sex on mine, but if that's what you want...I'm not gonna say no.

[ any amount of fluffing his hair at this point makes it fall a bit into dick's eyes, but dick ignores that to nuzzle into junpei's throat a bit, mumbling ]

Can do one of yours, one of mine. Don't mind.

[ pliable really is the word for it, though; he's always flexible, but with the alcohol in his system he's loose and fluid in an entirely different way ]

[Good. It's fine. He also is fine with the nuzzle and sighs to himself.]

You really just want me to fuck you in this outfit, don't you...[But he lets his arms wind around Dick to continue with the light touches.] I've got a line I'm trying to clear, but that'd be two of mine.

Want something good to come out of wearing this. Felt weird.

[ it's a little more honest than he meant, probably, and he bites at the juncture of junpei's neck and shoulder as if he's to blame for dick being a talkative drunk. he hums in thought, though ]

Two?

[He wants to answer, but Dick bites him and there's a slight groan as he tilts his head to the side. Rude.]

Yeah, two. [Of which he does not say yet.] ...you shouldn't feel that weird, actually. It's pretty hot on you. [Junpei's not even drunk but he's banking on Dick maybe just accepting this and letting it go.]

[ dick licks a stripe of junpei's neck when he tilts his head to the side, only half-paying attention. he blinks a bit at the comment. ]

Not worried about that. Just... kind of whelming to wear. [ he nods like that makes sense, but then seems to finally catch the compliment: ] But thanks. Glad you think I'm hot. [ the words no duh should be making an appearance in the sky right at this moment. also, if he thought dick was easily distracted when drunk, he'd be wrong: ] What's the two?

[Like always, he shivers.] You could've picked something else then. [He's not gonna ask, and he just makes a face because wow. Instead of replying though, he just uses one hand to thread into Dick's hair and pull a little, followed by moving his head enough to gently bite the tip of his nose.]

Guess.

This line's easiest.

[ and that's all the reasoning he needs, apparently, dick lets himself be pulled off but is clearly pouting about it until junpei nips at his nose, and then he's humming in realization and amusement both ]

Does it count as a kink if you do it all the time?

[ dick is just as bad, but before junpei can point it out he surges forward enough to kiss him again, ignoring the way it pulls at his scalp slightly ]

[He's about to say "definitely meant a different outfit" but Dick's kissing him again and there's no reason to say anything at all. His mouth moves easily enough and he leans back against the sofa, a pleased moan muffled there as his hand pulls at Dick's hair a little harder for a test. His free hand still rests on Dick's ass, a firm grip there as he bites at Dick's lower lip in response. This is fine by him.

Also shut up, it's probably a kink but...he's right. He does this quite a bit, though that may be why.]

[ he absolutely could've used a different outfit, but Junpei seems to like this one so it works out? it is a good thing this conversation isn't happening out loud.

Dick's got both arms on either side of the couch, still, wriggling a bit in his spot on junpei's lap through the kiss. pliable, loose and restless, apparently. that describes both dick and his current make-out technique; he licks wherever junpei bites, nipping back himself. the lingerie shorts do very little to hide that he's getting turned on very easily by this. He's trying to speak through the make out at one point; ]

You can pull and bite harder than that.

[ the tone is earnest but it's betrayed by the sharp twist of dick's smirk ]

[Dick should never judge things based on what Junpei might like tbh. Still, the wriggling doesn't help and there's a low "ah" at that, but when Dick stops moving around he lets his mouth move equally loose. The shorts really aren't doing much and maybe it's a little stupid that he's very proud of this turn of events, but then Dick talks and Junpei smirks right back.]

Are you reminding me or asking me? [But he doesn't wait for a reply before he pulls a little harder on Dick's hair to tilt his head back to bite at the space under his chin.]

[ dick makes a noise of approval at the tugging, eyes half-lidded ]

Both. [ he says it shamelessly, swallowing when junpei bites at his throat. the pause in wriggling was only temporary reprieve, apparently, as now that he's settled properly dick has no qualms in grinding against junpei while in his lap, humming a bit of the same song from earlier as he crosses his arms behind junpei's neck loosely. (feel free to pick your favorite jmac song.) ]

[I hate this. You ever think about how Right Where You Want Me also fits this. Anyway. It's fine, he doesn't mind because Dick's grinding against him and there's a shaky kind of gasp even as he tilts his hips up against him. He's moving his mouth away from Dick's throat to more or less settle for a harder, bruising bite at one of his pecs where the v of his shirt opens, his other hand joining the first in Dick's hair. He doesn't speak, settled for leaving a mark or two or three while twisting his leg to try and wrap around Dick's waist to pull him closer.

He pulls back and sees the outline of his teeth on Dick's skin, tongue flat as he licks over it carefully.]

You ever consider...how unfair you are?

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