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ic continuations (nsfw) (probably)
don't look at me
[ continuation from here ]
[ to his credit he does his best to return the kiss, or to at least lose himself to it. but that's sort of the problem, isn't it? losing himself to it.
Yasuragi's lips feel the same they did back then, he tries not to think, but back then he wasn't like this, he was the one kissing him, his hands wrapped around his throat and his pulse racing wildly beneath his fingers-- ]
No- [ it's more a breath than a word as he turns his face to break the kiss, eyes widened and breath coming up short. ] Wait,
[ to his credit he does his best to return the kiss, or to at least lose himself to it. but that's sort of the problem, isn't it? losing himself to it.
Yasuragi's lips feel the same they did back then, he tries not to think, but back then he wasn't like this, he was the one kissing him, his hands wrapped around his throat and his pulse racing wildly beneath his fingers-- ]
No- [ it's more a breath than a word as he turns his face to break the kiss, eyes widened and breath coming up short. ] Wait,
| | [ a breath. or two... or three, before he answers, ] ... I keep thinking about that house. ... in the chapel, [ he cuts off again, his head swimming as he tries to find a way to explain. he needs to explain. he has to, ] I hurt Santa... badly. I almost killed her.... |
[ effectively cockblocking himself with words apparently
.... when Yasuragi pulls back to stare at him he casts his face downwards. somehow the silence is worse than any actual words he could have said to him. ]
That's ... that's why, I needed the contract... ... she kissed me, and I blacked out and before I knew it, I... [ cuts off does he have to explain anything more he really doesn't want to he fucked up ]
I was afraid I was going to do the same to you.....
.... when Yasuragi pulls back to stare at him he casts his face downwards. somehow the silence is worse than any actual words he could have said to him. ]
That's ... that's why, I needed the contract... ... she kissed me, and I blacked out and before I knew it, I... [ cuts off does he have to explain anything more he really doesn't want to he fucked up ]
I was afraid I was going to do the same to you.....
Edited 2018-09-03 01:44 (UTC)
| | [ ... it's like the strings holding him tense are cut. he presses into that touch, leaning against him with need, his breathing steadier than before. he's still not sure. but he doesn't have to be. ] Okay... [ breathes out, soft, ] I trust you. |
[ pets hir hair and presses a kiss to his temple. the not-shot one. ]
Then, for the next few hours, if you're going to bite me, move your arms, move your legs, swing your head or make any other large movements, beg for my permission first and refrain until you've received it.
Then, for the next few hours, if you're going to bite me, move your arms, move your legs, swing your head or make any other large movements, beg for my permission first and refrain until you've received it.
[ -- that elicits a soft sound almost like a whine as his blood rushes up his skin. you have cute ears too Yasuragi, jeez! but before he can complain or anything he's standing up, to go and sit on the bed.
this autopilot is really convenient for when his brain doesn't want to work.. ]
this autopilot is really convenient for when his brain doesn't want to work.. ]
[ you would think that a man who has no problems walking around half naked most days wouldn't be shaken by being told to strip.
but it's the way it's said. concise, a command, that causes him to hesitate. not that he can actually stop it. his hands move even before he fully processes the order or how he wants to go about it. luckily being suddenly busy with a task means he doesn't actually have to look up at him.
he starts with his shirt, pulling it over his head with ease. without his jacket most of his bullet scars were on full display, as relatively small as they are. but with his shirt off a few harsher, more painful looking scars can be seen-- most notably the large scar in his abdomen as if he had been stabbed, leading almost directly to a scar that goes right down the middle of his chest as if he had been sliced open.
his shoes are next, which he makes relatively quick work of, and then stockings. .... suddenly this outfit is much more embarrassing than he thought it was when he first bought it.
he pauses, glancing back up at Yasuragi, ] ... all of it?
but it's the way it's said. concise, a command, that causes him to hesitate. not that he can actually stop it. his hands move even before he fully processes the order or how he wants to go about it. luckily being suddenly busy with a task means he doesn't actually have to look up at him.
he starts with his shirt, pulling it over his head with ease. without his jacket most of his bullet scars were on full display, as relatively small as they are. but with his shirt off a few harsher, more painful looking scars can be seen-- most notably the large scar in his abdomen as if he had been stabbed, leading almost directly to a scar that goes right down the middle of his chest as if he had been sliced open.
his shoes are next, which he makes relatively quick work of, and then stockings. .... suddenly this outfit is much more embarrassing than he thought it was when he first bought it.
he pauses, glancing back up at Yasuragi, ] ... all of it?
[ I decided he's in the button down and slacks outfit just now bc it's more convenient to take off. he unbuttons the clasp on the cape and lets it fall to the floor as he stasrts to step closer, a belatedly and unhurried approach while he watches Loki the whole time. amused ]
Of course all of it.
Of course all of it.
[ look, maybe he was just thinking, that the skirt could stay on or the stockings-- but he doesn't say that because yasun's made himself perfectly clear what he wants.
so without another word he slides his stockings down as well, lifting his knees up with the motion one by one. and he'll have to stand to unzip and slide the skirt down as well as with his briefs. admittedly once he gets to the last bit he gets more hurried, finding it all uncomfortably nerve wracking to do slowly.
he'll take the collar off too if you let him get that far, ]
so without another word he slides his stockings down as well, lifting his knees up with the motion one by one. and he'll have to stand to unzip and slide the skirt down as well as with his briefs. admittedly once he gets to the last bit he gets more hurried, finding it all uncomfortably nerve wracking to do slowly.
he'll take the collar off too if you let him get that far, ]
[ he hadn't really thought about it until Loki left it for last. reaches out to take one of his wrists to stop him at the collar ]
That's far enough.
[ and he lets go to hook his fingers in a ring on the collar, fussing open his own shirt buttons with his other hand ]
Close your eyes. And don't open them again.
[ and tugs him down into another kiss ]
That's far enough.
[ and he lets go to hook his fingers in a ring on the collar, fussing open his own shirt buttons with his other hand ]
Close your eyes. And don't open them again.
[ and tugs him down into another kiss ]
Edited (wrong way,) 2018-09-03 16:44 (UTC)
| | [ oh. his eyes immediately train on Yasuragi's hand as he's stopped, before following his fingers instead when that hand leaves his immediate field of vision. ... basically he's looking at everything but Yasuragi's face at the moment. which makes the next command something of a blessing almost. ... almost. he closes his eyes just as he's pulled into another kiss and he finds himself holding his breath. willing himself not to think, don't think, ] |
[ Loki can probably hear the rustle of Yasuragi's hair being undone, the sound of something small dropping to the floor, and a little after Yasuragi's hand leaves Loki's collar, his shirt following suit with a flump. he draws out the kiss, almost lazily, right up until he settles his hands on Loki's shoulders and tugs down on them, urging him to drop ]
[ he wants to see. that's the foremost thought that occupies him as he tries to push down the adrenaline threatening to pump through his veins, forcing himself to focus on every little sound and movement based in reality instead of back in the past. he would ask if he could if his mouth wasn't occupied in tentatively returning the kiss. instead he moves as directed, luckily actually finding the bed without having to look. ]
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