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[One bright afternoon after Kate’s party, Izo will get a call. And, surprise, it’s Kitten!]
Hey, Mr. Manslayer.
[There’s a rustle.]
Where are you staying?
Hey, Mr. Manslayer.
[There’s a rustle.]
Where are you staying?
Alright, Manslayer.
[More rustling, as if they’re gesturing while they talk.]
And because I’m gonna do something for you, so I kinda need to know.
[More rustling, as if they’re gesturing while they talk.]
And because I’m gonna do something for you, so I kinda need to know.
Huh?
[ he sighs. somehow he suspects even if he objects it won't matterbecause no one listens when he objects to things. ]
Do whatever ya want. I stay at the same inn they put everybody in when they get here. [ and he provides the room number, of course. ]
[ he sighs. somehow he suspects even if he objects it won't matter
Do whatever ya want. I stay at the same inn they put everybody in when they get here. [ and he provides the room number, of course. ]
Good. I’ll see you soon.
[There’s a pause.]
You got a kitchen in your room?
[Like that’s not a dead giveaway to their plans…
Still, soon enough they’ll be at the inn, knocking on the door to Izo’s room.]
[There’s a pause.]
You got a kitchen in your room?
[Like that’s not a dead giveaway to their plans…
Still, soon enough they’ll be at the inn, knocking on the door to Izo’s room.]
I... guess? There's a microwave. [ another pause. ] Dunno what that does, I jus' know what it is.
[ the incompleteness of the information he got at some point strikes again.
when they knock, izō peers outside before actually opening the door. it's unlikely he's made any enemies that would try something in this situation but old habits die hard especially when he's making exactly zero effort to change them. ]
Gonna tell me what this is all about now?
[ he doesn't have much in the first place, so at least the room isn't very messy. ]
[ the incompleteness of the information he got at some point strikes again.
when they knock, izō peers outside before actually opening the door. it's unlikely he's made any enemies that would try something in this situation but old habits die hard especially when he's making exactly zero effort to change them. ]
Gonna tell me what this is all about now?
[ he doesn't have much in the first place, so at least the room isn't very messy. ]
It- You know, I’ll explain it later.
[Lord. Why aren’t there classes to help people acclimate to the tech here?
Not that they think Izo would attend something like that.
Still, they’re glad he’s opening the door and doesn’t seem too suspicious.]
‘M gonna cook you dinner. Was kinda hoping for an actual kitchen, so you might have to help me get some space in the inn’s kitchen.
[He doesn’t have a choice.]
[Lord. Why aren’t there classes to help people acclimate to the tech here?
Not that they think Izo would attend something like that.
Still, they’re glad he’s opening the door and doesn’t seem too suspicious.]
‘M gonna cook you dinner. Was kinda hoping for an actual kitchen, so you might have to help me get some space in the inn’s kitchen.
[He doesn’t have a choice.]
Wh-… dinner?
[ this is not his proudest moment. thankfully, since kitten had forewarned of their arrival he’d gotten dressed and therefore had his scarf to partly disguise the look on his face. he shouldn’t be so easily flustered but in his defence, that’s a gesture that can mean something. he was caught off guard, that’s all. can’t let it happen again. ]
Anyway, what d’you expect? It’s an inn.
[ having a private bathroom is already going above and beyond. izō stands there a bit longer and considers his options. he’s gone hungry enough in the past to know better than to turn down food, but there’s always his pride as well… ]
If there’s somethin’ ya want, might as well just say it. ‘Cause I don’t take handouts from people...
[ he doesn’t think he’s done anything that might call for something in return, so he just assumes this is a whole new deal instead. ]
[ this is not his proudest moment. thankfully, since kitten had forewarned of their arrival he’d gotten dressed and therefore had his scarf to partly disguise the look on his face. he shouldn’t be so easily flustered but in his defence, that’s a gesture that can mean something. he was caught off guard, that’s all. can’t let it happen again. ]
Anyway, what d’you expect? It’s an inn.
[ having a private bathroom is already going above and beyond. izō stands there a bit longer and considers his options. he’s gone hungry enough in the past to know better than to turn down food, but there’s always his pride as well… ]
If there’s somethin’ ya want, might as well just say it. ‘Cause I don’t take handouts from people...
[ he doesn’t think he’s done anything that might call for something in return, so he just assumes this is a whole new deal instead. ]
Yes, dinner.
[They arch an eyebrow at him, before shaking their head. Izo can be startled all they want, but that’s not their problem. If anything, it just makes them feel more confident in deciding to this for him.]
Some inns and hotels have full suites with kitchens, y’know.
[They reach out, grabbing his sleeve and tugging him to get him out of the room. Time to go cooking, Manslayer.]
I don’t want anything from you. It’s a thanks for inviting me out.
[They arch an eyebrow at him, before shaking their head. Izo can be startled all they want, but that’s not their problem. If anything, it just makes them feel more confident in deciding to this for him.]
Some inns and hotels have full suites with kitchens, y’know.
[They reach out, grabbing his sleeve and tugging him to get him out of the room. Time to go cooking, Manslayer.]
I don’t want anything from you. It’s a thanks for inviting me out.
Who do ya think I am? This shit's free, y'know.
[ he's pretty sure no one who isn't some sort of royalty can afford places like that for real but he has a very strange history in dealing with modern amenities.
he'd expected to potentially need to head out, so he pulls the door closed once he's in the hallway but still manages to get in a scowl at kitten for good measure. really, so not complaining about a free meal.but people might get the wrong idea if he doesn't seem put out. ]
Seems like more effort than just invitin' me out some time as payback...
[ he's pretty sure no one who isn't some sort of royalty can afford places like that for real but he has a very strange history in dealing with modern amenities.
he'd expected to potentially need to head out, so he pulls the door closed once he's in the hallway but still manages to get in a scowl at kitten for good measure. really, so not complaining about a free meal.
Seems like more effort than just invitin' me out some time as payback...
Haven’t gotten any jobs manslaying, huh?
[They’ll just let him believe whatever he wants to believe about modern inns and amenities.
They ignore his scowling, dragging him down and away to the kitchens and ignoring any staff that tries to stop them.]
Maybe, but I haven’t been making much money yet, either.
[They’ll just let him believe whatever he wants to believe about modern inns and amenities.
They ignore his scowling, dragging him down and away to the kitchens and ignoring any staff that tries to stop them.]
Maybe, but I haven’t been making much money yet, either.
I got someone I'm workin' with!
[ not that he'd ask for help or anything but if he's hoping to get any from the staff he's probably making it worse with the sour look on his face. ]
But this is peacetime. Might as well find somethin' else to do for a while...
[ he has that on good authority, so he's just passing it along. kitten would probably do just fine in some other line of work. he's less optimistic about his own prospects given the last time he was out of a job. ]
[ not that he'd ask for help or anything but if he's hoping to get any from the staff he's probably making it worse with the sour look on his face. ]
But this is peacetime. Might as well find somethin' else to do for a while...
[ he has that on good authority, so he's just passing it along. kitten would probably do just fine in some other line of work. he's less optimistic about his own prospects given the last time he was out of a job. ]
[ ooc; continued from here. ]
[ izō's breath hitches, and his muscles tense at ryouma's touch, darkening the blush already colouring his cheeks because it's much too obvious a reaction for him to cover. his brows furrow, and there's a rumbling in his chest like a growl before he reaches with his free hand to tug the band out of ryouma's ponytail.
he probably could have been kinder about it, but he's not, although as much as he wants to get his hands in it, izō's touch itself is more gentle. tentative, even, because he isn't sure. his stubborn, almost competitive streak and the part of him that feels a need to seek approval meeting somewhere in the middle and it's not very subtle, in any case. internal conflicts aside, it seems he's willing to tolerate plenty. ]
[ izō's breath hitches, and his muscles tense at ryouma's touch, darkening the blush already colouring his cheeks because it's much too obvious a reaction for him to cover. his brows furrow, and there's a rumbling in his chest like a growl before he reaches with his free hand to tug the band out of ryouma's ponytail.
he probably could have been kinder about it, but he's not, although as much as he wants to get his hands in it, izō's touch itself is more gentle. tentative, even, because he isn't sure. his stubborn, almost competitive streak and the part of him that feels a need to seek approval meeting somewhere in the middle and it's not very subtle, in any case. internal conflicts aside, it seems he's willing to tolerate plenty. ]
[ With a roughly as Izō had pulled his hair loose, he'd half-expected him just to yank on it after that. The gentle touch is a surprise, enough to draw a pleased little groan from him. Rougher would've been just fine, too, but this is good for now.
He pulls back a little, catching Izō's lower lip between his teeth for a moment. ]
Feels good...Keep it up.
[ A little bit of praise for him to encourage him to be a little more sure of himself.
He brings his attentions elsewhere by trailing kisses along his jawline and down to his throat while his hand stays busy caressing lines of muscle beneath his kimono. Sharp nips punctuate the kisses, his desire getting the better of him right now. If Izō doesn't like it, he'll surely let him know. ]
He pulls back a little, catching Izō's lower lip between his teeth for a moment. ]
Feels good...Keep it up.
[ A little bit of praise for him to encourage him to be a little more sure of himself.
He brings his attentions elsewhere by trailing kisses along his jawline and down to his throat while his hand stays busy caressing lines of muscle beneath his kimono. Sharp nips punctuate the kisses, his desire getting the better of him right now. If Izō doesn't like it, he'll surely let him know. ]
[ izō will also let ryouma know what he does like, whether he plans to or not, judging by the breathy whine that escapes him and the near-instantaneous embarrassment that registers in his expression afterwards. all over a little bit of praise.
even so, he shifts closer anyway, letting his head fall back to give ryouma better access. his grip tightens a little each time he feels ryouma's teeth against his skin, sighing out needy little moans despite himself. there's something about it — maybe because ryouma's so gentle otherwise or perhaps just in knowing without question that he's wanted — that makes him want to encourage it. izō finally releases his grip on ryouma's wrist, needing that hand to start fumbling with the stupid buttons on ryouma's stupid western shirt instead. or tries to, at least, because he'd probably frustrate himself attempting it sober, let alone as he is right now. ]
even so, he shifts closer anyway, letting his head fall back to give ryouma better access. his grip tightens a little each time he feels ryouma's teeth against his skin, sighing out needy little moans despite himself. there's something about it — maybe because ryouma's so gentle otherwise or perhaps just in knowing without question that he's wanted — that makes him want to encourage it. izō finally releases his grip on ryouma's wrist, needing that hand to start fumbling with the stupid buttons on ryouma's stupid western shirt instead. or tries to, at least, because he'd probably frustrate himself attempting it sober, let alone as he is right now. ]
[ Reluctantly he takes his hands off of Izō so he can sit back and maybe save his shirt from frustration -- he's rather fond of it. Buttons are a lot more fussy to deal with in the heat of the moment than any ties. He doesn't take it off, though, just leaves it unbuttoned so Izō can do as he like. If this didn't feel so urgent, he may have taken the time to take it off. Urgency is the name of the game right now, though, so this will do. If Izō wants it off of him, he could take it off himself.
Ryouma goes back to his throat, more forceful in his affections. Harder bites, pauses to suck on the skin, an intent to leave marks, to show Izō how much he wants him at that moment. He gives his shoulder a gentle nudge with one hand to urge him to lay back, sure of what he wants now. ]
Ryouma goes back to his throat, more forceful in his affections. Harder bites, pauses to suck on the skin, an intent to leave marks, to show Izō how much he wants him at that moment. He gives his shoulder a gentle nudge with one hand to urge him to lay back, sure of what he wants now. ]
Show off...
[ he manages to find something to complain about anyway, perhaps just to pretend like that's what he's pouting about. still, it's preferable to the struggle, and izō no longer has to think of things being unfairly one-sided. he doesn't even quite mind that ryouma hadn't taken it off completely, although the sight of ryouma as he is right now when he's usually neatly put together is one of those things that's sure to stick with him after the fact.
not that he has much time to look with how ryouma's back on him again, everything it had been and then some. he knows what ryouma's doing too, well aware of what the pleasant sting that lingers after ryouma's attentions means. maybe everything about how he usually is should be opposed to the idea, but his ragged breathing and the sounds he makes in response tell on him instead.
he feels the nudge but delays for an instant; there's no hesitation this time when he runs his fingers through ryouma's hair again and uses his grip to yank his head back roughly, a hint of a very self-satisfied smile playing on izō's lips before he kisses ryouma again, hard and hungry as he lets himself lay back but draws ryouma along with him. that was bound to happen anyway, but izō likes to think he's doing it on his terms. ]
[ he manages to find something to complain about anyway, perhaps just to pretend like that's what he's pouting about. still, it's preferable to the struggle, and izō no longer has to think of things being unfairly one-sided. he doesn't even quite mind that ryouma hadn't taken it off completely, although the sight of ryouma as he is right now when he's usually neatly put together is one of those things that's sure to stick with him after the fact.
not that he has much time to look with how ryouma's back on him again, everything it had been and then some. he knows what ryouma's doing too, well aware of what the pleasant sting that lingers after ryouma's attentions means. maybe everything about how he usually is should be opposed to the idea, but his ragged breathing and the sounds he makes in response tell on him instead.
he feels the nudge but delays for an instant; there's no hesitation this time when he runs his fingers through ryouma's hair again and uses his grip to yank his head back roughly, a hint of a very self-satisfied smile playing on izō's lips before he kisses ryouma again, hard and hungry as he lets himself lay back but draws ryouma along with him. that was bound to happen anyway, but izō likes to think he's doing it on his terms. ]
[ It wouldn't be as much fun if Izō just let him get his way. A sharp, but not displeased, hiss follows after his hair is yanked and a quiet little gasp into their kiss. It sends a pleasant little shock through him, straight to where it counts; if he wasn't ready to go already, he sure is now. It's all desire and longing and need and far be it from him to deny Izō any of it.
Fair is fair, though, and he takes a gentler moment to loose Izō's hair from its ponytail. He wants to see that feral edge to him, to complete the picture of wild desire beneath him. It's a beautiful sight.
They're both going to be a mess of marks in the morning. No time to think about the consequences right now. Ryouma creates just enough distance between them to start working at Izō's hakama ties. At least it's just a few knots to nudity instead of the annoyance of belts and zippers one or both of them would have to deal with for Ryouma's clothing.
One thing at a time. ]
Fair is fair, though, and he takes a gentler moment to loose Izō's hair from its ponytail. He wants to see that feral edge to him, to complete the picture of wild desire beneath him. It's a beautiful sight.
They're both going to be a mess of marks in the morning. No time to think about the consequences right now. Ryouma creates just enough distance between them to start working at Izō's hakama ties. At least it's just a few knots to nudity instead of the annoyance of belts and zippers one or both of them would have to deal with for Ryouma's clothing.
One thing at a time. ]
[ it was only a tiny thing, that little gasp, but izō immediately knows he wants to hear it again. he also has no doubt that ryouma is capable of plenty more, and he wants that too. what better time than the present to be greedy? as it stands, the future is incredibly uncertain.
izō breaks the kiss after ryouma lets his hair free, leaning back a little as he licks the lingering taste of sake off his lips. he looks somehow... thoughtful? or at least as thoughtful as he can manage through the comfortable haze of liquor and arousal, affording ryouma a second or two to get another look before izō decides on the next thing he wants.
he licks a slow stripe up ryouma's throat, placing a few (deceptively) soft kisses along ryouma's jaw, enthusiastically seeing to it that he's not the only one coming out of this marked up a moment later. he chooses a spot too high for even ryouma's high collar to cover, which at this very moment seems like a excellent idea, as if he's laying claim to something. later on? well... something for future izō to deal with.
his breath stutters again as ryouma begins working at the knots, hips grinding up a little as the material shifts, and he becomes almost too aware of how close ryouma is. izō fully understands that if he lets ryouma finish what he's doing, he'll get what he wants anyway, but izō is also not thinking that far ahead. right now, he's terribly impatient and desperate for any sort of friction, almost panting as he reaches down with the hand he doesn't still have tangled in ryouma's hair. he sets it atop ryouma's and presses his hand lower, down until ryouma can lay his whole palm against izō's dick, fingers trembling a little now against ryouma's as he lets out a choked little whine. hakama don't exactly leave much to the imagination either. ]
Fuck… Ryouma…
[ no one said he couldn't add a step. ]
izō breaks the kiss after ryouma lets his hair free, leaning back a little as he licks the lingering taste of sake off his lips. he looks somehow... thoughtful? or at least as thoughtful as he can manage through the comfortable haze of liquor and arousal, affording ryouma a second or two to get another look before izō decides on the next thing he wants.
he licks a slow stripe up ryouma's throat, placing a few (deceptively) soft kisses along ryouma's jaw, enthusiastically seeing to it that he's not the only one coming out of this marked up a moment later. he chooses a spot too high for even ryouma's high collar to cover, which at this very moment seems like a excellent idea, as if he's laying claim to something. later on? well... something for future izō to deal with.
his breath stutters again as ryouma begins working at the knots, hips grinding up a little as the material shifts, and he becomes almost too aware of how close ryouma is. izō fully understands that if he lets ryouma finish what he's doing, he'll get what he wants anyway, but izō is also not thinking that far ahead. right now, he's terribly impatient and desperate for any sort of friction, almost panting as he reaches down with the hand he doesn't still have tangled in ryouma's hair. he sets it atop ryouma's and presses his hand lower, down until ryouma can lay his whole palm against izō's dick, fingers trembling a little now against ryouma's as he lets out a choked little whine. hakama don't exactly leave much to the imagination either. ]
Fuck… Ryouma…
[ no one said he couldn't add a step. ]
[ That mark gets much more than just a gasp. It starts out as one, certainly, however this time it quickly shifts to something much more strongly voice, a little bit of a louder, surprised moan. Yes, it'd be ... interesting to explain later (or, more likely, ignore questions about it and change the subject). Right now, though? Not a single complaint.
Much like he's not complaining about how impatient Izō is being. It's endearing how he's already so desperate for a more direct touch. If Ryouma wasn't as nice as he is, he might just deny him in the relief and force him to be patient. He is very kind, however, and obliges him -- it's difficult not to with the way he practically begs for it. That kind of earnestness deserves a reward.
He palms his erection through his hakama, keeping the pressure gentle yet firm as he presses his hand along the shape of it. His touch isn't teasing at all, intent on giving him all the feeling he can with the layers of cloth between them.
Ryouma leans down close to his ear as he continues fondling him. ]
Izō...Yer doin' so good.
[ More gentle encouragement before an equally gentle nip to his earlobe as he moves away again.
It's almost impossible to ignore how hard he is, a very visible bulge pressing against the front of his pants. He can wait, though; a good part of his enjoyment is coming from just pleasing Izō. That's enough for now. ]
Much like he's not complaining about how impatient Izō is being. It's endearing how he's already so desperate for a more direct touch. If Ryouma wasn't as nice as he is, he might just deny him in the relief and force him to be patient. He is very kind, however, and obliges him -- it's difficult not to with the way he practically begs for it. That kind of earnestness deserves a reward.
He palms his erection through his hakama, keeping the pressure gentle yet firm as he presses his hand along the shape of it. His touch isn't teasing at all, intent on giving him all the feeling he can with the layers of cloth between them.
Ryouma leans down close to his ear as he continues fondling him. ]
Izō...Yer doin' so good.
[ More gentle encouragement before an equally gentle nip to his earlobe as he moves away again.
It's almost impossible to ignore how hard he is, a very visible bulge pressing against the front of his pants. He can wait, though; a good part of his enjoyment is coming from just pleasing Izō. That's enough for now. ]
[ between the reaction he earns and being given exactly what he wants, izō feels like he's winning.
of course, it's not enough, but he's figuring that out. even when he's only close enough to feel the heat coming off ryouma's skin against his own as he squirms beneath him, it's impossible to ignore.it's almost as if it's even better without any layers between them (and whose fault is that?).
the gentle encouragement is an unexpected shock, and the attention paid to his ear that follows is enough to draw a low, rough moan out of him. izō goes still for a second or two as he hisses a breath out slowly through his teeth. a lucky break, he's gonna assume, because why would ryouma know his ears are sensitive otherwise? this does crystallise one other decision in his mind, however, and izō smiles in his way that usually coincides with trouble. ]
Yeah?
[ that's all the warning ryouma gets before izō gets a good hold and rolls closer to the centre of the bed, reversing their positions. slotting their hips together, he grinds down against ryouma, a move izō isn't immune to. he leans close, and it's obvious he's in a losing battle trying not to close the last little distance to kiss ryouma again. ]
How's that? Shouldn't underestimate me, hehe…
[ he can't help that his words slur together a little, too distracted to either care or try harder. at least izō's starting to shed layers — having left his scarf behind when he'd moved — and he's shrugged an arm out of one of his sleeves by now. even with the approval, he doesn't find it easy to let things feel too one-sided for too long before he has to act and somehow even things out, so at least ryouma doesn't have to endure for long. ]
of course, it's not enough, but he's figuring that out. even when he's only close enough to feel the heat coming off ryouma's skin against his own as he squirms beneath him, it's impossible to ignore.
the gentle encouragement is an unexpected shock, and the attention paid to his ear that follows is enough to draw a low, rough moan out of him. izō goes still for a second or two as he hisses a breath out slowly through his teeth. a lucky break, he's gonna assume, because why would ryouma know his ears are sensitive otherwise? this does crystallise one other decision in his mind, however, and izō smiles in his way that usually coincides with trouble. ]
Yeah?
[ that's all the warning ryouma gets before izō gets a good hold and rolls closer to the centre of the bed, reversing their positions. slotting their hips together, he grinds down against ryouma, a move izō isn't immune to. he leans close, and it's obvious he's in a losing battle trying not to close the last little distance to kiss ryouma again. ]
How's that? Shouldn't underestimate me, hehe…
[ he can't help that his words slur together a little, too distracted to either care or try harder. at least izō's starting to shed layers — having left his scarf behind when he'd moved — and he's shrugged an arm out of one of his sleeves by now. even with the approval, he doesn't find it easy to let things feel too one-sided for too long before he has to act and somehow even things out, so at least ryouma doesn't have to endure for long. ]
[ A little game of give and take suits him fine, even if the sudden move catches him off-guard. No complaints, though, as the payoff is nearly instant -- that and that impish smile gave him away. Some things never change...
Ryouma looks up at him, his face flushed, lips parted and panting just a little bit. It's easy to get wrapped up in this when Izō is so enthusiastic. ]
'S good. [ Quiet as he reaches up to run his fingers down his freshly exposed chest, brushing his thumb over one of his nipples. He keeps moving lower, down the curves of his abs, eventually stopping to grab his hips for just a bit to grind harder against him. ] Ya look good on top...
[ Ryouma is suddenly distracted by thoughts of him riding his cock just like that. At least it spurs him into action instead of being satisfied with what he's got right now. He reluctantly lets go of Izō's hips to unbuckle his belt. It's easy enough for him to undo, but it probably would've been a point of frustration for Izō, to say the least. He could probably trust him to take care of the rest, but...just in case, he opens the button and fly himself.
That relieves some of the pressure at least. ]
Ryouma looks up at him, his face flushed, lips parted and panting just a little bit. It's easy to get wrapped up in this when Izō is so enthusiastic. ]
'S good. [ Quiet as he reaches up to run his fingers down his freshly exposed chest, brushing his thumb over one of his nipples. He keeps moving lower, down the curves of his abs, eventually stopping to grab his hips for just a bit to grind harder against him. ] Ya look good on top...
[ Ryouma is suddenly distracted by thoughts of him riding his cock just like that. At least it spurs him into action instead of being satisfied with what he's got right now. He reluctantly lets go of Izō's hips to unbuckle his belt. It's easy enough for him to undo, but it probably would've been a point of frustration for Izō, to say the least. He could probably trust him to take care of the rest, but...just in case, he opens the button and fly himself.
That relieves some of the pressure at least. ]
[ so much for pretending like he still has a shred of restraint about this, not when it's clear that they've arrived at the same distracting thought.
izō is a little unsteady as he shifts closer to the foot of the bed, slipping his arm out of his other sleeve along the way. with his hakama ties loosened up from earlier but not enough to keep his kimono from still hanging around his waist, everything slides to settle low on his hips; he'll get to that in a minute. ]
I gotta do everything around here, huh..?
[ izō hooks his fingers in ryouma's waistband — pants, underwear, everything — and ryouma can probably see where this is going. he knows well enough that ryouma is particular about his clothes, so he's not so aggressive as to damage anything, but izō is more than willing to peel them off inside-out if he has to. the result is the same no matter what — he's looking and not very respectfully. ]
izō is a little unsteady as he shifts closer to the foot of the bed, slipping his arm out of his other sleeve along the way. with his hakama ties loosened up from earlier but not enough to keep his kimono from still hanging around his waist, everything slides to settle low on his hips; he'll get to that in a minute. ]
I gotta do everything around here, huh..?
[ izō hooks his fingers in ryouma's waistband — pants, underwear, everything — and ryouma can probably see where this is going. he knows well enough that ryouma is particular about his clothes, so he's not so aggressive as to damage anything, but izō is more than willing to peel them off inside-out if he has to. the result is the same no matter what — he's looking and not very respectfully. ]
What do ya -- aah?!
[ His voice rises in pitch sharply to an absolutely undignified high at the end as he can only watch what happens next helplessly. Now just in his unbuttoned shirt and socks, he feels a little silly. The shirt can go, tossed off the bed without a thought, but the socks stay.
It's about then Ryouma notices the look on Izō's face. ]
...Oh.
[ It's all he can say. His cock throbs practically on cue, which just makes his face flush darker. It's a completely different experience to be so suddenly exposed before him like this, not unpleasant, just...vulnerable. His awareness of this vulnerability will disappear soon enough, he knows that much. Time to lean into it. ]
See somethin' ya like? [ Gentle teasing behind a coy smile. ] And ain't ya feelin' overdressed right now?
[ Not that Izō was really dressed at all anymore. All it'd take is for those ties to be completely undone to finish the job. He wants to see him just as bare as he himself is right now. It's a selfish little desire, but it's okay to be selfish right now. ]
[ His voice rises in pitch sharply to an absolutely undignified high at the end as he can only watch what happens next helplessly. Now just in his unbuttoned shirt and socks, he feels a little silly. The shirt can go, tossed off the bed without a thought, but the socks stay.
It's about then Ryouma notices the look on Izō's face. ]
...Oh.
[ It's all he can say. His cock throbs practically on cue, which just makes his face flush darker. It's a completely different experience to be so suddenly exposed before him like this, not unpleasant, just...vulnerable. His awareness of this vulnerability will disappear soon enough, he knows that much. Time to lean into it. ]
See somethin' ya like? [ Gentle teasing behind a coy smile. ] And ain't ya feelin' overdressed right now?
[ Not that Izō was really dressed at all anymore. All it'd take is for those ties to be completely undone to finish the job. He wants to see him just as bare as he himself is right now. It's a selfish little desire, but it's okay to be selfish right now. ]
[ later, he might (see: will definitely) think about how easy it is to laugh right now and anything else that crosses his mind that isn't some monkey brain impulse. that's exactly what he'd like to stick to, thank you — simple things like what he wants and what feels good and all the places izō wants to bite and lick just to find out what sort of reaction he'd get. ]
Guess ya gotta wait an' see…
[ he thinks he's cute right now. izō also immediately undermines what he just said because he cannot strip out of the rest of what he's wearing and climb back onto the bed fast enough. if izō had hoped for any chance of talking himself out of this before things went too far, it would've had to happen already.
by now, he's already made up his mind, and it's that he wants to kiss that dumb, cute smile off of ryouma's stupid, attractive face and needs that cock inside him one way or another. he hasn't given much thought beyond than that, but he's sure he'll figure it out. ]
Guess ya gotta wait an' see…
[ he thinks he's cute right now. izō also immediately undermines what he just said because he cannot strip out of the rest of what he's wearing and climb back onto the bed fast enough. if izō had hoped for any chance of talking himself out of this before things went too far, it would've had to happen already.
by now, he's already made up his mind, and it's that he wants to kiss that dumb, cute smile off of ryouma's stupid, attractive face and needs that cock inside him one way or another. he hasn't given much thought beyond than that, but he's sure he'll figure it out. ]
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