[for someone who looks like he wouldn't know a joke if it bit him in the ass, a flicker of amusement in aki's eyes shines through clearly. enough to stir a twitch in his hand as if tempted to grab the nearest pillow and slam it into his face. nothing comes of either and he relaxes his fingers onto the bed again. is he really gonna do this? let someone he barely knows finger him and use a damn toy right after? ... apparently. aki's already reached this point and he's demanded the guy buck up and get on with it. though, watching his expression twitch tiny tells of irritation as he messes with the slick substance on his fingers is funny. the corners of his eyes crimp slightly as the lid slings a bit of previously-used lube, a slight set at the back of his jaws as he's forced to sit up and use both hands, lips firming and pursing when a droplet oozes down onto his knuckles.]
You're gonna get that all over if you fuck around with it enough. [a fair warning, maybe tilted enough in taunt. fingers slowly drum against cushioned comforter, red eyes lingering on the man's body as he waits for him. handsome, quiet, focused, trained and toned, makes him wonder what aki did for a living back home. he hardly addresses his challenging glare, interest instead in picking out little details on his partner. the way his hair parts just barely at the top of an ear, or hangs lush to his jaw for a faint outline. distracting himself from the slimy squicking sounds of aki lubing his fingers up with a fisting pool in his palm.]
WHAT?! You wanna repeat that shit?! [does he look like some cheap whore ready to dick down at any time?! aki's getting a few "kicks" to the back and sides for his teasing assery! way to backhand compliment him right on the fucking jaw!] I've got standards, Topknot!
[he's getting more... some are one offs, some are multiples, no one's steady. he's not sure he'll ever have someone here who reaches the last part. not even sure if he wants to. at least aki's not keeping his silence and being a stick in the mud. at his expense. he drops his leg, or gets it batted away, as the hunter turns and promptly traps his strong thigh between his knees. he doesn't hesitate to shift his leg, knee tenting up behind the other man's glutes and-- without breaking eye contact --deliberately lifts his thigh to rest against the apex of aki's legs. paybacks for an elbow digging into his chest and putting him on his back.] Watch it.
[don't elbow him in the damn scar. it's still fresh. replacing it with his hand reveals the hero's heart's pounding within his ribs, a mix of interest, arousal, anxious, anticipation. a low breath escapes his lips and he tugs his head up so he can stare down the sculpted length of his torso, eyes narrowing as aki's hand vanishes behind his twitching arousal and opened legs. his free one spreads to the side on instinct, hooking at his knee when warm fingers wrap around his dick. a low grunt escapes his mouth, hips lifting into his touch, an impressive stretch of inches and girth throbbing against his fingers and palm. like a damn sculpture, winding up the shaft and exploring his shape before pinching at his head and earning a sharp gasp. he presses his thigh firmly to the inside of aki's thighs, nuzzling at his hanging balls and sensitive skin as if trading for that stroke along his urethra tract.]
You're pretty focused... [eyes trained on his scars, clashing with a hand cupping at his sac until the smooth skin shifts with his orbs inside and is left glossy from lubrication before they'd dropped to hang against his perineum. he barely get the strange sensation of a finger playing between his glutes before-] unf... [-right past the clenching ring. only a fingertip, dipping inside all slick and slender, but he tightens around it without thinking. further in, first joint, second... his cock jumps against his adonis belt, precum beading at the tip, heated muscles inside squeezing smooth and flexing as aki bottoms out at the knuckle.] S'fine... I'm not made of glass.
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You're gonna get that all over if you fuck around with it enough. [a fair warning, maybe tilted enough in taunt. fingers slowly drum against cushioned comforter, red eyes lingering on the man's body as he waits for him. handsome, quiet, focused, trained and toned, makes him wonder what aki did for a living back home. he hardly addresses his challenging glare, interest instead in picking out little details on his partner. the way his hair parts just barely at the top of an ear, or hangs lush to his jaw for a faint outline. distracting himself from the slimy squicking sounds of aki lubing his fingers up with a fisting pool in his palm.]
WHAT?! You wanna repeat that shit?! [does he look like some cheap whore ready to dick down at any time?! aki's getting a few "kicks" to the back and sides for his teasing assery! way to backhand compliment him right on the fucking jaw!] I've got standards, Topknot!
[he's getting more... some are one offs, some are multiples, no one's steady. he's not sure he'll ever have someone here who reaches the last part. not even sure if he wants to. at least aki's not keeping his silence and being a stick in the mud. at his expense. he drops his leg, or gets it batted away, as the hunter turns and promptly traps his strong thigh between his knees. he doesn't hesitate to shift his leg, knee tenting up behind the other man's glutes and-- without breaking eye contact --deliberately lifts his thigh to rest against the apex of aki's legs. paybacks for an elbow digging into his chest and putting him on his back.] Watch it.
[don't elbow him in the damn scar. it's still fresh. replacing it with his hand reveals the hero's heart's pounding within his ribs, a mix of interest, arousal, anxious, anticipation. a low breath escapes his lips and he tugs his head up so he can stare down the sculpted length of his torso, eyes narrowing as aki's hand vanishes behind his twitching arousal and opened legs. his free one spreads to the side on instinct, hooking at his knee when warm fingers wrap around his dick. a low grunt escapes his mouth, hips lifting into his touch, an impressive stretch of inches and girth throbbing against his fingers and palm. like a damn sculpture, winding up the shaft and exploring his shape before pinching at his head and earning a sharp gasp. he presses his thigh firmly to the inside of aki's thighs, nuzzling at his hanging balls and sensitive skin as if trading for that stroke along his urethra tract.]
You're pretty focused... [eyes trained on his scars, clashing with a hand cupping at his sac until the smooth skin shifts with his orbs inside and is left glossy from lubrication before they'd dropped to hang against his perineum. he barely get the strange sensation of a finger playing between his glutes before-] unf... [-right past the clenching ring. only a fingertip, dipping inside all slick and slender, but he tightens around it without thinking. further in, first joint, second... his cock jumps against his adonis belt, precum beading at the tip, heated muscles inside squeezing smooth and flexing as aki bottoms out at the knuckle.] S'fine... I'm not made of glass.