[ In the moment, he could give less of a damn about being obvious. He could also give less of a damn about being caught, if he considers it for half a second. If someone walked up on them kissing like they'd die from a millisecond of contact – or maybe that's just Sanemi – he isn't sure he'd actually even stop.
Especially since he wholly appreciates the competence. It might have been funny if they'd bumped into a few walls, gotten lost along the way. One of these days he's going to transition from being spittingly mad about finding Tengen this attractive and just become appreciative, but the day is not today –.
Sanemi actually grumbles when he's asked to do anything more than kiss, but he does. He paws the door open with open impatience. Then he bites. Obviously. ]
[Obviously he bites when he's asked to do anything, he's in his bratty hours.
And obviously when he bites, Tengen hisses at the pain of it, but also laughs at how expected it was. Already. Sanemi is bitey. Suma is also bitey, it's cute.
But with the door open, they can slip in and Sanemi is not asked to do another damn thing, because Tengen can kick the door shut behind them. No need to lock it when they're expecting a third, of course, and if anyone else bothered them... well, woe be to the unexpected interloper. (...Or welcome, depending.)
Though now in his room, he's at a bit of an impasse - the bed is right there, but. He doesn't want to just break the kiss like this? Again, his life, it's so hard right now. So he lingers a few moments longer, lets the kiss drag on as he takes slower steps further into the room, but as soon as his knee knocks into the edge of the mattress, he tosses Sanemi down onto the bed without any hint of a warning.]
[ Already associating him with established wife in your mind, Tengen? That's dangerous... being on a similar level as wife is dangerous...
Sanemi, for his part, laughs almost giddily into the kiss when Tengen kicks the door shut. The graceless impertinence of it delights him whether Tengen intended it or not. It was the sort of thing he would have done if he'd been asked to shut the door himself. It curls a genuine, warm affection in his stomach on top of everything else. It tempers the wild desire, but only just.
The fact Tengen lingers in the kiss also delights, but for an entirely different reason. Sanemi has quickly discovered he likes kissing. Likes the push and pull of it, the closeness, how it ramped up the tension. He could kiss until his jaw ached and likely not get tired of it. Hell, he likely would be happy to do so until Kyojuro arrived.
Except, Tengen has other plans! Apparently! Tengen throws him down onto the bed and Sanemi, caught wildly off-guard, reacts initially only with a stuttering, hitched breath upon the moment of contact. His body catches up far before his head does: he flushes hotly, wide-eyed about it, surprised and aroused and... then he drops his head down onto the mattress, covering his mouth with one hand, and subtly shifts like that hadn't just about made him moan.
[It's so dangerous, and yet... the bridge has been made. He'll just have to live with the danger, oh no.
And so what if kicking the door shut had been a matter of practical necessity - the delight the simple action causes Sanemi, the giddy laugh it draws doubles back that warm affection in turn. It's nice, learning what little things one's partner would appreciate, even if that's just kicking a door.
And if they did spend the whole time until Kyojuro arrived just. Standing there, making out... he could imagine the reaction, the booming laughter, the teasing at how they'd gone and distracted themselves before they could even get comfortable. It wouldn't be a terrible thing, truly, but these other plans of his are more pressing. His eye flashes as he makes no attempt to be subtle about how he takes in every detail of that reaction just from being thrown onto the bed. Internally, he makes a note to do that more often. Externally, as soon as Sanemi seems to have settled somewhat, he crawls over him to claim another rough kiss before sprawling out on his side next to him.
If they're going to attempt to wait, they should probably pepper in a pause or two. Probably.
And if that just gives an excuse for bratty "aggression" then all the better.]
[ So a guy likes being tossed around and manhandled and rearranged. So what! Nothing wrong with that. Absolutely nothing perverse about that. Absolutely no reason at all for Tengen to be staring at him that hard while Sanemi tries his best not to squirm. He's not fucking shy at all, fuck you.
There's unfortunately no hiding how he shudders the moment Tengen touches the bed. Anticipation thrills hot in his blood, coaxing out a fervent little noise into that kiss. The roughness of it leaves Sanemi's lips tingling when Tengen parts and... lays down? Next to him?
Right. The waiting. The waiting for Kyojuro, whose birthday it is. It does not make him any less irritable over being teased and then denied! He turns onto his side, scowling. If it's bratty aggression he wants, it's bratty aggression he'll get. Sanemi snags Tengen's hand, no matter how awkward it might be, then leans in to chomp it.
[So the reaction to being thrown down, joined, kissed, is nearly enough to shatter Tengen's resolve when it comes to pumping the brakes just a bit - not stopping, not entirely, but. Well. With how things were going, they were liable to forget why they were here tonight. Can't have that.
So he'd tucked in next to him, instead of pinning him. So he'd - reluctantly - stopped himself from continuing to make out for at least a minute or two. And for a second, when Sanemi turns to his side, when he grabs his hand, he thinks everything's fine, that there's a scheme or two in his head and they'll pick up kind of where they left off, just... different, slightly.
He chomps his hand instead.]
Ow, hey, what the fuck?? I need that!
[He only has one of those!!]
You could do anything, and that's what you decide on??
[ The bite doesn’t last long, and certainly isn’t that hard. It is the exact type of bite that one would give in play, or at least playful irritation. This is doubly proven by the fact that the moment Tengen reacts, Sanemi not only releases him, but just about immediately has to bite back laughter.
He does a terrible job of doing so, too. His shoulders are shaking when he rolls onto his opposite side, turning his back to Tengen. Not at all brat adjacent behavior was flustered pouting and ineffectual, kittenish aggression! At least, not when it came to Sanemi.
He doesn’t sound a lick repentant about it either. He’s practically still laughing. ]
[When they get home, if they remember all this, Tengen really isn't going to be without a bitemark somewhere from someone, is he?
Not that he minds in the least. That barely-restrained laughter is contagious, and as Sanemi turns his back, his own laugh bubbles out of Tengen, unrestrained and affectionate. There might be no remorse for the bite, but there was similarly no remorse for throwing him down and leaving him, either, so it's fair.]
I don't know...~
[Yes he does. For starters, he presses flush to Sanemi's back, and even brings his leg up to drape it over his waist. Then his arm wraps around him, drags down Sanemi's from his shoulder to his wrist... and suddenly he's pinned to the bed. Gently. Casually. Affectionately. But still very much pinned.]
[ Some distant power will ensure the fact that they have enough of a recollection that Tengen is getting bitten every day for various reasons.
Even unrepentant, Sanemi's body is still quick to react. It isn't as though he'd gone from wildly keyed up to utterly calm in the span of ten seconds. That'd be unrealistic for most, and decidedly unrealistic for one with an appetite as fresh as Sanemi's. A minute shiver is already running down his spine from the moment he feels Tengen press against his back. When he's pinned to the bed, gently or not...
He rather likes being pinned underneath someone's weight. Tengen is big, and warm, and unless it perfectly aligns with his agenda of being insufferable in bed, Sanemi is unlikely to try and wriggle out from underneath him. ]
You can't make me do anything.
[ That doesn't mean he won't challenge even with his back to the wall. Or, in this case, with his face in the mattress. ]
[Of course his body would react to having him pressed to his back - it's all too reminiscent of another exchange they'd had recently, isn't it? Not that he'll bring that up, he'll let Sanemi's mind supply that all on its own, should it decide to.
And that assertion... well. It prompts him to press a little closer, to nestle into the hair at Sanemi's nape, to briefly, quickly, nip him hard enough to leave a bruise, and make his own assertion.]
We both know I can make you come hard.
[Not that he's actively working towards that particular end at the moment. Even so.]
Do you really want to wait that long before getting something you want?
[ Don't worry, his brain had already been replaying that day practically on repeat since the moment it had happened! The fingers on his spine, earlier, the warm weight against his body now... Sanemi's mind fills in the blanks with frustrating ease.
It certainly doesn't help that everything in his immediate vicinity is a vivid reminder of who exactly is pinning him to the mattress. Sanemi doesn't think he's ever been so conscious of a scent before. Having his face effectively buried in it immerses him in it so utterly that his brain stutters around some primal need. The throbbing that sets in immediately after Tengen's teeth set into his nape only exacerbates it.
... there's also very little ability to hide how he flushes at the innuendo. It frames the darkening bruise on the back of his neck perfectly. Sanemi does wriggle, in some vague effort to kick. ]
You're already giving me something I want. So, you lose.
[Unfortunately for Sanemi's desperate little wriggling attempts at a kick, it's devastatingly easy to dodge them when all Tengen has to do is slide the leg that isn't around his leg back far enough that his height ensures he's out of reach. Sure, he could have given him the satisfaction of connecting, but... why would he do that when frustration sits so cutely on him?]
You're an easy man to please if being held down is all you want.
[So. No. That's not how it works, because people are capable of wanting many different things. Getting the admissions out of him is the game at hand, here, and any admission is a win. He can't lose.]
Unless you're satisfied with being found like this. Held down. Squirming. Frustrated.
[He might be! But now, if he is, he'll have to say so.]
[ In most circumstances, feeling even vaguely helpless would piss him off more than anything. And yet, in this moment, it only serves to deepen his desire. It still rankles, but it’s the kind of frustration that excites him more than curdles his arousal. His wild kick hits absolutely nothing and Sanemi, partially muffled by the mattress, grits out a laugh.
Fuck. This is unfair. Does he want to be found like this? He finds he doesn’t hate the idea of Kyojuro walking in on them like this. What would he think, given their prior roll in the sheets? Maybe he’d be surprised at how quickly Sanemi yields. Maybe not, given…
He rubs his brow against the mattress in wordless frustration. How was he even supposed to – what was he meant to say? He likes this. He would also like if Tengen wrapped his arm around his neck. Or if they stayed like this until their third party arrived, with Tengen's voice buzzing in his ears. Or if he got f – no, that was a step too far, even in the interim. ]
Asshole. [ His voice sounds weak to his own ears. ] Fine. I - don’t hate this. I mean, you’re on top of me, and your stupid fucking voice is in my ear, and we’re all getting in bed together anyway, and if you touch me I’d probably get fucking distracted, so. T-this is fine. Fuck you.
[That sort of frustration, Tengen has quickly discovered, is something he enjoys causing in the other man. It's harmless, ultimately, and the deeper his desires run, the more honest he becomes - for better and worse, as the case may be.
So. This is "fine", and Tengen has to examine if he likes the idea of being found like this. It's honestly not unappealing, though there was, of course, always the option of - as Sanemi had put it - distracting him further. Maybe, if their positions were all shuffled, he'd be able to slip in silently and take advantage of those distractions... but he's not entirely sure Kyojuro is capable of silence even if he knew to try.]
Hah. You know, if you want my 'stupid fucking voice' in your ear, you're going to have to tell me what you want me to talk about.
[He doesn't - but Tengen is testing to see just how much he can pull out of Sanemi before his frustration runs too high or Kyojuro joins them.]
Or- [He lets go of Sanemi's wrist, though doesn't move otherwise.] -you can turn around and hide in my chest and try to distract me.
[ Having his own words repeated back at him is somehow more humiliating than having said them in the first place. Sanemi bristles with embarrassment. The moment his wrist is released and a kind of out is offered, he takes it unhesitatingly.
Though, maybe he doesn't quite take it as Tengen had intended. He nestles into Tengen's chest, sure, but for a long while that is all he does. It is less of an attempt at distraction and more of an embrace, with Sanemi's breathing steadying and mellowing as the seconds tick by. ]
You can talk about anything. It doesn't matter. [ He still sounds vaguely sulky, but far less so than he was a few moments ago. ] That's the problem.
[He expects Sanemi to take the offer - he'd been exceedingly comfortable against his chest downstairs, after all, and honestly... he likes him there, too. All of his lovers fit like they belong there, in their own ways, and Sanemi is no exception, so when he turns and nestles in, his hand immediately settles on the back of his neck, immediately slides into his hair to idly scratch at his scalp.
He doesn't expect Sanemi's breathing to mellow, though, and as it does, his own breaths deepen to match. If they weren't so keyed up and anticipatory, they could easily end up sleeping here, like this, he thinks.
Well. At least until that admission is made. That draws the kind of low, scheming chuckle out of him that is more of a vibration in his chest that can be felt than a sound that can be heard.]
You really like my voice that much? I'll have to be careful about talking to you in public, then~
[ The minute Tengen's hand slides up into his hair, Sanemi relaxes. This was one of the novel little affections he not had anticipated enjoying nearly as much as he does. For as long as he could remember, he had taken care of his own grooming: there had been little need to focus on appearances when his goal was so singular. That meant there had been relatively few people who had ever touched a hair on his head except in a medical capacity.
Being pet, though. That's nice. Sanemi's eyes even close for a spell, lulled into relaxation.
Except Tengen deigns to tease him, because of course he does. Sanemi flushes, because he's tucked so close it'd be impossible not to feel how Tengen laughs at him. With a flustered hiss, he shoves his knuckles into Tengen's side. ]
Shut the hell up! It's not like I'm getting all fucking fluttery over a normal conversation, dumbass! If anyone should get it, Sound Jackass, you should. It's an – association thing.
[Completely oblivious to the dangerous line that his partners are apparently walking, Kyojuro, does his best to wrap matters up elsewhere in the inn. He does get a little distracted by conversation. And probably, food, too. But hey, the call of not-boyfriends eventually does prompt him to amble on up.
Admittedly, he does anticipate hearing some more... rambunctious noises. Still, the fact that he instead hears Sanemi yelling is not entirely surprising either. It's no surprise that he starts laughing, a booming noises that announces his presence long before the cursory knock at the door does.
He steps in shortly after, both closing and locking it behind him. His grin stretches almost ear to ear as he watches the two of them.]
Comfortable, are we? Or as comfortable as Sanemi can get, at least!
[Of course he deigns to tease him - they're not here to nap while they wait, and Sanemi put some delicious ammunition right into his hand. He'd be a fool not to! That flustered his alone draws brighter, more open laughter from him, and even his knuckles digging into his side does little to stop it.]
I know, I know-
[He is right, though - if anyone would get it, it's him. And he does! He just simply couldn't resist.
Not that they have long to bicker over it, anyway. Kyojuro's footsteps on the stairs tell Tengen he's close, and he's sure that even Sanemi can hear his laughter, even before the knock, before he joins them in the room. His grin is mirrored, too, over top of Sanemi's head, though he does have some mercy in that he does not stop petting him to wave. But! Look! They saved all their rambunctiousness for... now! With you! Wow! Be proud of them or something!]
[ Sanemi stiffens the moment he hears that laughter, the moment the door opens, as if they’d been caught in the act. In reality, this is the most innocent thing they could have been caught doing: wrapped up in one another, yes, but visibly lacking the same passion Sanemi still felt itching under his skin. It is only Tengen’s nails still lightly running over his scalp that prevents Sanemi from jumping out of his own skin in misplaced shame.
Thankfully, that settles relatively quickly. Sanemi huffs, loud about it, and pretends like his face isn’t still searingly red. He also makes absolutely no move to shift out from his present position. Kyojuro could walk his happy ass over before Sanemi even considered relinquishing his petting, thanks. ]
[For better or for worse, Kyojuro doesn't seem particularly eager to move closer. He watches the two of them, both amused and endeared by their positioning. Even Sanemi's bluster isn't enough to discourage him, or entice him over. Listen, let him enjoy the quiet moments with his baes.]
My apologies for wanting to make sure no one came to interrupt us!
[Which, in this case seems to be... Kyojuro plopping down in a chair and grinning at them. Only he could be delighted by apparently relegating himself to the cuck chair, I guess.]
If you two would like to finish up, don't mind me!
[Interesting, that even just mild affection can tame him like this... not that Tengen has any hope of that remaining the case, once Kyojuro locks the door and steps further into the room...
And flops down in a chair instead of with them on the bed? Huh? His expression immediately shifts to one of outright confusion in the face of that bright sunshine grin. What's he up to???]
Finish-? We haven't started, we were waiting for you.
[ Sanemi... doesn't quite know what to think, either. He's already vibrating with nervous restlessness simply watching Kyojuro watch them, let alone when he paces further into the room. When he sits down in a chair instead of joining them on the bed... yeah, he's equally baffled.
He also flushes. Why would Kyojuro ever want to sit there while they... touched each other? Kissed? Actually, when he thinks about watching Kyojuro and Tengen kiss, he finds he doesn't necessarily hate the idea. Except maybe he'd be jealous. No, he'd definitely be –.
Truly? That is impressive! I would have thought Sanemi would have had in your haori by now!
[Kyojuro gives a wave with his hand, as if... encouraging them to continue on. Really, the thought of watching hadn't crossed his mind until he'd plopped down. Even then, he had intended to mess with the two of them. Now that they're so riled up about it though...
Well, let's just say he's been picking up the habit of doing some menacing from the resident demon. It certainly isn't because the idea sounds particularly enticing. Absolutely not.]
Can a man not appreciate the love that his loved ones share?
[So if either of the idiots on the bed can appreciate the appeal of watching, it's certainly Tengen. He just... didn't expect Kyojuro to want to do so. Not now, not on his birthday, not when they'd waited? For him?]
You are going to join us sooner rather than later, though, right?
[So, sure, he's more than welcome to watch, but if that's all he planned to do that felt... wrong, in a way? Certainly more perverse than he thought Kyojuro was capable of, if nothing else.]
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Especially since he wholly appreciates the competence. It might have been funny if they'd bumped into a few walls, gotten lost along the way. One of these days he's going to transition from being spittingly mad about finding Tengen this attractive and just become appreciative, but the day is not today –.
Sanemi actually grumbles when he's asked to do anything more than kiss, but he does. He paws the door open with open impatience. Then he bites. Obviously. ]
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And obviously when he bites, Tengen hisses at the pain of it, but also laughs at how expected it was. Already. Sanemi is bitey. Suma is also bitey, it's cute.
But with the door open, they can slip in and Sanemi is not asked to do another damn thing, because Tengen can kick the door shut behind them. No need to lock it when they're expecting a third, of course, and if anyone else bothered them... well, woe be to the unexpected interloper. (...Or welcome, depending.)
Though now in his room, he's at a bit of an impasse - the bed is right there, but. He doesn't want to just break the kiss like this? Again, his life, it's so hard right now. So he lingers a few moments longer, lets the kiss drag on as he takes slower steps further into the room, but as soon as his knee knocks into the edge of the mattress, he tosses Sanemi down onto the bed without any hint of a warning.]
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Sanemi, for his part, laughs almost giddily into the kiss when Tengen kicks the door shut. The graceless impertinence of it delights him whether Tengen intended it or not. It was the sort of thing he would have done if he'd been asked to shut the door himself. It curls a genuine, warm affection in his stomach on top of everything else. It tempers the wild desire, but only just.
The fact Tengen lingers in the kiss also delights, but for an entirely different reason. Sanemi has quickly discovered he likes kissing. Likes the push and pull of it, the closeness, how it ramped up the tension. He could kiss until his jaw ached and likely not get tired of it. Hell, he likely would be happy to do so until Kyojuro arrived.
Except, Tengen has other plans! Apparently! Tengen throws him down onto the bed and Sanemi, caught wildly off-guard, reacts initially only with a stuttering, hitched breath upon the moment of contact. His body catches up far before his head does: he flushes hotly, wide-eyed about it, surprised and aroused and... then he drops his head down onto the mattress, covering his mouth with one hand, and subtly shifts like that hadn't just about made him moan.
Dammit. Ugh. Was he seriously that easy? ]
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And so what if kicking the door shut had been a matter of practical necessity - the delight the simple action causes Sanemi, the giddy laugh it draws doubles back that warm affection in turn. It's nice, learning what little things one's partner would appreciate, even if that's just kicking a door.
And if they did spend the whole time until Kyojuro arrived just. Standing there, making out... he could imagine the reaction, the booming laughter, the teasing at how they'd gone and distracted themselves before they could even get comfortable. It wouldn't be a terrible thing, truly, but these other plans of his are more pressing. His eye flashes as he makes no attempt to be subtle about how he takes in every detail of that reaction just from being thrown onto the bed. Internally, he makes a note to do that more often. Externally, as soon as Sanemi seems to have settled somewhat, he crawls over him to claim another rough kiss before sprawling out on his side next to him.
If they're going to attempt to wait, they should probably pepper in a pause or two. Probably.
And if that just gives an excuse for bratty "aggression" then all the better.]
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There's unfortunately no hiding how he shudders the moment Tengen touches the bed. Anticipation thrills hot in his blood, coaxing out a fervent little noise into that kiss. The roughness of it leaves Sanemi's lips tingling when Tengen parts and... lays down? Next to him?
Right. The waiting. The waiting for Kyojuro, whose birthday it is. It does not make him any less irritable over being teased and then denied! He turns onto his side, scowling. If it's bratty aggression he wants, it's bratty aggression he'll get. Sanemi snags Tengen's hand, no matter how awkward it might be, then leans in to chomp it.
Not beating the biter allegations. ]
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So he'd tucked in next to him, instead of pinning him. So he'd - reluctantly - stopped himself from continuing to make out for at least a minute or two. And for a second, when Sanemi turns to his side, when he grabs his hand, he thinks everything's fine, that there's a scheme or two in his head and they'll pick up kind of where they left off, just... different, slightly.
He chomps his hand instead.]
Ow, hey, what the fuck?? I need that!
[He only has one of those!!]
You could do anything, and that's what you decide on??
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He does a terrible job of doing so, too. His shoulders are shaking when he rolls onto his opposite side, turning his back to Tengen. Not at all brat adjacent behavior was flustered pouting and ineffectual, kittenish aggression! At least, not when it came to Sanemi.
He doesn’t sound a lick repentant about it either. He’s practically still laughing. ]
What’re you gonna do about it?
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Not that he minds in the least. That barely-restrained laughter is contagious, and as Sanemi turns his back, his own laugh bubbles out of Tengen, unrestrained and affectionate. There might be no remorse for the bite, but there was similarly no remorse for throwing him down and leaving him, either, so it's fair.]
I don't know...~
[Yes he does. For starters, he presses flush to Sanemi's back, and even brings his leg up to drape it over his waist. Then his arm wraps around him, drags down Sanemi's from his shoulder to his wrist... and suddenly he's pinned to the bed. Gently. Casually. Affectionately. But still very much pinned.]
Maybe I'll make you tell me what you want.
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Even unrepentant, Sanemi's body is still quick to react. It isn't as though he'd gone from wildly keyed up to utterly calm in the span of ten seconds. That'd be unrealistic for most, and decidedly unrealistic for one with an appetite as fresh as Sanemi's. A minute shiver is already running down his spine from the moment he feels Tengen press against his back. When he's pinned to the bed, gently or not...
He rather likes being pinned underneath someone's weight. Tengen is big, and warm, and unless it perfectly aligns with his agenda of being insufferable in bed, Sanemi is unlikely to try and wriggle out from underneath him. ]
You can't make me do anything.
[ That doesn't mean he won't challenge even with his back to the wall. Or, in this case, with his face in the mattress. ]
Besides – 's not my birthday.
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And that assertion... well. It prompts him to press a little closer, to nestle into the hair at Sanemi's nape, to briefly, quickly, nip him hard enough to leave a bruise, and make his own assertion.]
We both know I can make you come hard.
[Not that he's actively working towards that particular end at the moment. Even so.]
Do you really want to wait that long before getting something you want?
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It certainly doesn't help that everything in his immediate vicinity is a vivid reminder of who exactly is pinning him to the mattress. Sanemi doesn't think he's ever been so conscious of a scent before. Having his face effectively buried in it immerses him in it so utterly that his brain stutters around some primal need. The throbbing that sets in immediately after Tengen's teeth set into his nape only exacerbates it.
... there's also very little ability to hide how he flushes at the innuendo. It frames the darkening bruise on the back of his neck perfectly. Sanemi does wriggle, in some vague effort to kick. ]
You're already giving me something I want. So, you lose.
[ Because that's how it works, right? ]
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You're an easy man to please if being held down is all you want.
[So. No. That's not how it works, because people are capable of wanting many different things. Getting the admissions out of him is the game at hand, here, and any admission is a win. He can't lose.]
Unless you're satisfied with being found like this. Held down. Squirming. Frustrated.
[He might be! But now, if he is, he'll have to say so.]
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Fuck. This is unfair. Does he want to be found like this? He finds he doesn’t hate the idea of Kyojuro walking in on them like this. What would he think, given their prior roll in the sheets? Maybe he’d be surprised at how quickly Sanemi yields. Maybe not, given…
He rubs his brow against the mattress in wordless frustration. How was he even supposed to – what was he meant to say? He likes this. He would also like if Tengen wrapped his arm around his neck. Or if they stayed like this until their third party arrived, with Tengen's voice buzzing in his ears. Or if he got f – no, that was a step too far, even in the interim. ]
Asshole. [ His voice sounds weak to his own ears. ] Fine. I - don’t hate this. I mean, you’re on top of me, and your stupid fucking voice is in my ear, and we’re all getting in bed together anyway, and if you touch me I’d probably get fucking distracted, so. T-this is fine. Fuck you.
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So. This is "fine", and Tengen has to examine if he likes the idea of being found like this. It's honestly not unappealing, though there was, of course, always the option of - as Sanemi had put it - distracting him further. Maybe, if their positions were all shuffled, he'd be able to slip in silently and take advantage of those distractions... but he's not entirely sure Kyojuro is capable of silence even if he knew to try.]
Hah. You know, if you want my 'stupid fucking voice' in your ear, you're going to have to tell me what you want me to talk about.
[He doesn't - but Tengen is testing to see just how much he can pull out of Sanemi before his frustration runs too high or Kyojuro joins them.]
Or- [He lets go of Sanemi's wrist, though doesn't move otherwise.] -you can turn around and hide in my chest and try to distract me.
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Though, maybe he doesn't quite take it as Tengen had intended. He nestles into Tengen's chest, sure, but for a long while that is all he does. It is less of an attempt at distraction and more of an embrace, with Sanemi's breathing steadying and mellowing as the seconds tick by. ]
You can talk about anything. It doesn't matter. [ He still sounds vaguely sulky, but far less so than he was a few moments ago. ] That's the problem.
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He doesn't expect Sanemi's breathing to mellow, though, and as it does, his own breaths deepen to match. If they weren't so keyed up and anticipatory, they could easily end up sleeping here, like this, he thinks.
Well. At least until that admission is made. That draws the kind of low, scheming chuckle out of him that is more of a vibration in his chest that can be felt than a sound that can be heard.]
You really like my voice that much? I'll have to be careful about talking to you in public, then~
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Being pet, though. That's nice. Sanemi's eyes even close for a spell, lulled into relaxation.
Except Tengen deigns to tease him, because of course he does. Sanemi flushes, because he's tucked so close it'd be impossible not to feel how Tengen laughs at him. With a flustered hiss, he shoves his knuckles into Tengen's side. ]
Shut the hell up! It's not like I'm getting all fucking fluttery over a normal conversation, dumbass! If anyone should get it, Sound Jackass, you should. It's an – association thing.
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Admittedly, he does anticipate hearing some more... rambunctious noises. Still, the fact that he instead hears Sanemi yelling is not entirely surprising either. It's no surprise that he starts laughing, a booming noises that announces his presence long before the cursory knock at the door does.
He steps in shortly after, both closing and locking it behind him. His grin stretches almost ear to ear as he watches the two of them.]
Comfortable, are we? Or as comfortable as Sanemi can get, at least!
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I know, I know-
[He is right, though - if anyone would get it, it's him. And he does! He just simply couldn't resist.
Not that they have long to bicker over it, anyway. Kyojuro's footsteps on the stairs tell Tengen he's close, and he's sure that even Sanemi can hear his laughter, even before the knock, before he joins them in the room. His grin is mirrored, too, over top of Sanemi's head, though he does have some mercy in that he does not stop petting him to wave. But! Look! They saved all their rambunctiousness for... now! With you! Wow! Be proud of them or something!]
Something like that~!
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Thankfully, that settles relatively quickly. Sanemi huffs, loud about it, and pretends like his face isn’t still searingly red. He also makes absolutely no move to shift out from his present position. Kyojuro could walk his happy ass over before Sanemi even considered relinquishing his petting, thanks. ]
Took you long enough.
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My apologies for wanting to make sure no one came to interrupt us!
[Which, in this case seems to be... Kyojuro plopping down in a chair and grinning at them. Only he could be delighted by apparently relegating himself to the cuck chair, I guess.]
If you two would like to finish up, don't mind me!
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And flops down in a chair instead of with them on the bed? Huh? His expression immediately shifts to one of outright confusion in the face of that bright sunshine grin. What's he up to???]
Finish-? We haven't started, we were waiting for you.
[Mostly. As if that isn't obvious.]
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He also flushes. Why would Kyojuro ever want to sit there while they... touched each other? Kissed? Actually, when he thinks about watching Kyojuro and Tengen kiss, he finds he doesn't necessarily hate the idea. Except maybe he'd be jealous. No, he'd definitely be –.
He blinks away the thought. Focus. ]
... what would you even get out of that anyway?
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[Kyojuro gives a wave with his hand, as if... encouraging them to continue on. Really, the thought of watching hadn't crossed his mind until he'd plopped down. Even then, he had intended to mess with the two of them. Now that they're so riled up about it though...
Well, let's just say he's been picking up the habit of doing some menacing from the resident demon. It certainly isn't because the idea sounds particularly enticing. Absolutely not.]
Can a man not appreciate the love that his loved ones share?
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You are going to join us sooner rather than later, though, right?
[So, sure, he's more than welcome to watch, but if that's all he planned to do that felt... wrong, in a way? Certainly more perverse than he thought Kyojuro was capable of, if nothing else.]
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