[maybe he shouldn't wear a fucking tie in the first place if he doesn't want someone choking him by it. the damn thing's a tempting leash no matter who wears it. it gets the reaction he wants, a shin knocking on mattress rim and sliding knee first even further. leaving aki more or less half-knelt over the blonde's hips. properly? probably not. but it's better than some clinic-cold half-assed attempt at giving him a goddamn physical with a shitty pink toy! shoved onto his back once more, fist purposely looping silk fabric around its girth, he leans into the kiss, free hand gripping aki's bedded knee and thigh in the process. lips to lips, feeling his startled breath parting them without any attempt to kiss back, but they're still soft.
until he finally kisses back. fuck, much better. aggression, challenge, burning off stupid nerves and unsure feelings. pressing into his mouth, not caring his head's shoved into a web of creases in the pillow. tch, only when he feels how determined aki is to get his fingers off does he bother easing his hand off the man's tie, half-tempted to ignite an explosion and make the point moot. guess he's got a reason though. choking and all.
it springs free of his fist with a husking whip of cloth, bringing a wicked smirk to his lips as he watches in smug victory the other man pulling his damned noose off his neck. smart choice. he would've grabbed it again. now let's see how he does with his shirt getting yanked around next time. he curls his fingers, dragging them down aki's thigh in a mixture of feeling him up and impatient demanding. damn, this guy's solid under his prissy clothes.
he quirks a brow when topknot vanishes and aki's hair collapses surprisingly fine and lush around his head and face. hmph, guess he would've pulled the stupid thing out eventually anyways. at least the band would've ended up on his wrist if he had. now it's on the nightstand. who knows if it'll stay there.]
Hell no. [snarled, defiant, and sincere.] Only people I want to. [arching slightly, he lets his jacket fall open and bare the material of his shirt, all the while reaching for aki's front and one-hand skilling his buttons open as well. tempting to rip them, but he has a feeling the man's as likely to get pissed about that as he'd be. unlike aki, he doesn't untuck it first, content to unbutton it all the way down to his pants, then go for his belt and fly as an "excuse" to get the trapped material. preferences?] Plenty. You're checking some off now.
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until he finally kisses back. fuck, much better. aggression, challenge, burning off stupid nerves and unsure feelings. pressing into his mouth, not caring his head's shoved into a web of creases in the pillow. tch, only when he feels how determined aki is to get his fingers off does he bother easing his hand off the man's tie, half-tempted to ignite an explosion and make the point moot. guess he's got a reason though. choking and all.
it springs free of his fist with a husking whip of cloth, bringing a wicked smirk to his lips as he watches in smug victory the other man pulling his damned noose off his neck. smart choice. he would've grabbed it again. now let's see how he does with his shirt getting yanked around next time. he curls his fingers, dragging them down aki's thigh in a mixture of feeling him up and impatient demanding. damn, this guy's solid under his prissy clothes.
he quirks a brow when topknot vanishes and aki's hair collapses surprisingly fine and lush around his head and face. hmph, guess he would've pulled the stupid thing out eventually anyways. at least the band would've ended up on his wrist if he had. now it's on the nightstand. who knows if it'll stay there.]
Hell no. [snarled, defiant, and sincere.] Only people I want to. [arching slightly, he lets his jacket fall open and bare the material of his shirt, all the while reaching for aki's front and one-hand skilling his buttons open as well. tempting to rip them, but he has a feeling the man's as likely to get pissed about that as he'd be. unlike aki, he doesn't untuck it first, content to unbutton it all the way down to his pants, then go for his belt and fly as an "excuse" to get the trapped material. preferences?] Plenty. You're checking some off now.
[compared to robot doctor before.]