[if it's any consolation, aki's hands were busy working on someone else's clothes. unless he wants to use his damn teeth for his own, they're staying on until he's done or his partner rips them off at the same time in a tangled mess of limbs. tempting to do the latter; already half naked and his tongue won't stop fucking moving in his mouth from the sight.
what the hell's this guy staring at? his scars? can't be the first time aki's seen someone with healed wounds before. enough decorate the hunter's body to tell him that. red eyes wander between them, flicking from a cut to a curve of defined muscle to a burn to a plane of toned skin to a pale tear to a shapely arch of pelvis above the stupid hem of his pants. attractive enough he's interested in pulling everything off, screw what initial hands-off plan aki had when he first came in here. the only thanks his clothes are getting is being a tether catalyst for hauling the hunter into his space and making it clear what he wants. taking control of his own decisions. not cause the damn hotel told him to, but because he fucking wants it.]
Thanks for the warning. [boring] Prove it and I'll kick you out the fucking door. [elbows dig into soft fabric, radiating lines as he craters the bedding to prop himself up and watch a good show. shoes fall away from the bed's rim, pants slide down aki's legs, belt pulled free after the man's already slipped out of his slacks (kinda cute and stupid), and his briefs lastly, leaving him naked without seeming to care. hmph. nothing impressive. whatever he did in his line of work gave him more than scars. lines and curves of toned strength under light skin suggest an active lifestyle if not focused intent. this isn't the work of some damn bodybuilder pumping up for a stupid underwear catalog.
as aki settles on the bed, he shoves down with his elbows and pushes himself further up it, digging a heel into the mattress rim to heave himself to center bed proper. a small bounce sends his back arching for a moment before he drops flush to the comforter and stretches out, one hand gripping the headboard and pulling to stretch his arm. aki has to chase him up there if he wants to drop the damn thing on his hardened stomach. as the hunter messes with a bottle of lube, he picks up the stupid pink rod and scowls at it, inspecting the thing like it's some problem mocking his face. and tosses it to the side above his shoulder opposite aki for the time being.]
Good. [strong and smart, huh. attractive. red eyes narrow in a swift snap, catching aki's bare smile swimming through his blue irises. hmph. stretch him or not?] You're not cramming that thing in there raw, idiot. [this is supposed to feel good. he props rolls onto his side, head propped on his hand, and makes it obvious he's looking aki over. head to foot, naked and pretty damn handsome too...] Don't take too long. I'm not some damn bird for basting.
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what the hell's this guy staring at? his scars? can't be the first time aki's seen someone with healed wounds before. enough decorate the hunter's body to tell him that. red eyes wander between them, flicking from a cut to a curve of defined muscle to a burn to a plane of toned skin to a pale tear to a shapely arch of pelvis above the stupid hem of his pants. attractive enough he's interested in pulling everything off, screw what initial hands-off plan aki had when he first came in here. the only thanks his clothes are getting is being a tether catalyst for hauling the hunter into his space and making it clear what he wants. taking control of his own decisions. not cause the damn hotel told him to, but because he fucking wants it.]
Thanks for the warning. [boring] Prove it and I'll kick you out the fucking door. [elbows dig into soft fabric, radiating lines as he craters the bedding to prop himself up and watch a good show. shoes fall away from the bed's rim, pants slide down aki's legs, belt pulled free after the man's already slipped out of his slacks (kinda cute and stupid), and his briefs lastly, leaving him naked without seeming to care. hmph. nothing impressive. whatever he did in his line of work gave him more than scars. lines and curves of toned strength under light skin suggest an active lifestyle if not focused intent. this isn't the work of some damn bodybuilder pumping up for a stupid underwear catalog.
as aki settles on the bed, he shoves down with his elbows and pushes himself further up it, digging a heel into the mattress rim to heave himself to center bed proper. a small bounce sends his back arching for a moment before he drops flush to the comforter and stretches out, one hand gripping the headboard and pulling to stretch his arm. aki has to chase him up there if he wants to drop the damn thing on his hardened stomach. as the hunter messes with a bottle of lube, he picks up the stupid pink rod and scowls at it, inspecting the thing like it's some problem mocking his face. and tosses it to the side above his shoulder opposite aki for the time being.]
Good. [strong and smart, huh. attractive. red eyes narrow in a swift snap, catching aki's bare smile swimming through his blue irises. hmph. stretch him or not?] You're not cramming that thing in there raw, idiot. [this is supposed to feel good. he props rolls onto his side, head propped on his hand, and makes it obvious he's looking aki over. head to foot, naked and pretty damn handsome too...] Don't take too long. I'm not some damn bird for basting.