[Not an ideal situation, to be sure. Something to keep in mind as a lesson for the future, too- that this seemingly haunted "resort" could take you unawares in all manner of ways, lest you not keep your wits about you even when you think a space is harmless and safe. But better to learn that lesson now, in the seeming company of another "victim" that is equally as eager to escape from it, than to be trapped with someone whose reaction is something less friendly or accommodating.]
[After all, it could be worse, right? (Later, Matoba will almost certainly reaffirm to himself: it will get worse.)]
[If Broca's strengths aren't gentleness, that doesn't seem to be a problem for his fellow trap-ee, who makes no motion to escape when he's bodily shunted up against the door. Unfortunately for Broca, it also doesn't discourage the chuckle, which is interrupted by a gasp of shuddered breath on impact and then returns with a vengeance. Matoba's lips curve against his mouth and his own opens wider, open territory and a chance for Broca to take control of the kiss if he was interested in grabbing for dominance in this encounter, but certainly not doing anything to mute the source of his annoyance. If anything, it's taken as encouragement.]
[Despite the open amusement, there's still an eagerness to temper it with mutual encouragement- if that's what the careful stroking to Broca's ears can be taken as while the rubbing continues, mixing in with twisting curls of his hair around the man's fingers. The hand that had bunched into his shirt flexes tighter, white-knuckled, and then drags fingerpads slowly and experimentally downward, pressing over ribs and stomach until they curl against navel.]
[It's a test, maybe. Seeking a reaction as he moves ever lower?]
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[After all, it could be worse, right? (Later, Matoba will almost certainly reaffirm to himself: it will get worse.)]
[If Broca's strengths aren't gentleness, that doesn't seem to be a problem for his fellow trap-ee, who makes no motion to escape when he's bodily shunted up against the door. Unfortunately for Broca, it also doesn't discourage the chuckle, which is interrupted by a gasp of shuddered breath on impact and then returns with a vengeance. Matoba's lips curve against his mouth and his own opens wider, open territory and a chance for Broca to take control of the kiss if he was interested in grabbing for dominance in this encounter, but certainly not doing anything to mute the source of his annoyance. If anything, it's taken as encouragement.]
[Despite the open amusement, there's still an eagerness to temper it with mutual encouragement- if that's what the careful stroking to Broca's ears can be taken as while the rubbing continues, mixing in with twisting curls of his hair around the man's fingers. The hand that had bunched into his shirt flexes tighter, white-knuckled, and then drags fingerpads slowly and experimentally downward, pressing over ribs and stomach until they curl against navel.]
[It's a test, maybe. Seeking a reaction as he moves ever lower?]