[ 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.]
[ What? Huh? What were they meant to do in this scenario? Were they actually going to start... doing... something while Kyojuro sat in a chair and observed them? Sanemi is plenty thankful that Tengen has the wherewithal to say something, because he's gone red-faced and bristly and silent.
He'd had sex with them both individually at this point, sure, but there was something about the idea of performing that seemed incredibly embarrassing. Not that he outright hated the idea, but –.
Of course I am! But right now, I am enjoying Shinazugawa's reactions far more!
[He hasn't missed the fact that Sanemi is trying to burrow out of sight. In fact, it draws a raucous laugh out of Kyojuro. Really, it's the idea of making one (or both) of them squirm that keeps him seated even now.
So no, not perverse at all. Sanemi's gremlin tendencies are just rubbing off on him.]
What do you think, Tengen? Should I give our friend a bit of mercy?
[Okay. So. He really cannot argue with that logic in the least, because he's also enjoying Sanemi's reactions, even if he is enabling them somewhat by continuing to pet him affectionately, no matter how deep he manages to bury himself in.]
I think you could~ Or you could watch him from over here and give me some mercy~
[ It’s almost like he isn’t even here – or only here in the capacity that was required for them to make fun of him. Sanemi's flustered temper is only withheld by two individual factors: that it is still Kyojuro's birthday, and that Tengen's fingers are still petting through his hair. Otherwise, he likely would’ve thrown a much more involved fit. Probably.
Or maybe he likes this more than he lets on. Who was to say! He does eventually pipe up, snapping red-faced. ]
[For just a quick moment, Tengen is ignored. Kyojuro's attention snaps to Sanemi, sharp and reproachful. Yet again, that edge that always rises up around the other man surges — the need to both shut him up and put him in his place.]
Is that any way to talk to someone on their birthday?
[His attention returns to Tengen, softening immediately.] Have no fear, I was already on my way way over.
[Since Sanemi is going to throw his fit, Kyojuro sees no reason to try to worm between them. Instead, he rises and pads over to the bed. He makes no attempt to slow the way he slides onto Tengen's lap. What he does make a show of is sliding his fingers down the other man's arm, attempting to extricate the other man's digits and claim them for himself.]
Is this better, Tengen?
[His tone is warm, syrupy. Intentionally, he keeps his gaze on Tengen only, except for when he closes his eyes to steal a kiss.
Sanemi who? This is what you get for being a brat!]
[Sanemi stumbling into innuendo gets a quick response and a quick ruffle to his hair before the gentle petting is resumed, because Tengen is incapable of letting that one slip by, given the situation they've found themselves in.
It's also impossible to miss the stark difference in tone between how Kyojuro regards him and how he regards Sanemi. It's interesting, makes him want to draw out more of both, even if it would be impossible to do simultaneously.
Well. Mostly impossible, as the way Kyojuro joins them is simultaneously saccharine and... well. Bratty. It would make him laugh if he didn't have to quickly figure out a way to keep some level of affectionate contact with Sanemi as he's slowly peeled away from the other man. He settles on working his left arm under him, around his waist, so he can tug him closer as he's shifted to his back and as Kyojuro claims his hand.]
Much better than leaving you in the chair.
[And a kiss. Which is eagerly returned, of course.]
[ Kyojuro's stare is returned unflinchingly. Even if Sanemi was remarkably easy to fluster, he was hardly going to balk to the edge in that gaze. He recalls how well getting under Kyojuro's skin had served him previously rather recently, as a matter of fact. Whether that would work nearly as well in this particular setting remained to be seen. ]
Sure. You got a problem with that?
[ There's more than a hint of good humor in his voice that remains – thankfully – intact even when the hand petting through his hair is rudely taken hostage. Sanemi snorts, tucking himself against Tengen's side in the interim.
At the very least, it gives him a decent angle to watch them kiss. And since Kyojuro is right there... don't mind him sliding a hand up the knee nearest to him, massaging the muscle through fabric. Kyojuro may be trying to ignore him, but that didn't mean Sanemi had to make it easy. ]
[The first quip from Sanemi is ignored in favor of sinking into the kiss. He wastes no time in deepening it, allowing himself to properly taste Tengen beneath him. It's the sort of kiss he had to hold back from outside, one he had been craving ever since that affection had been turned on him. Even resisting for the purpose of a game had been extremely difficult.
But, no more. While he is briefly distracted by the hand against his knee, he does little more than shift it. Not to shove the offending limb away, mind you, but to coax it a little further downward. At least make yourself useful, Sanemi.
At least, that's what he tries to tell himself. The rest of his mind pushes back, insisting that he really is being too mean. Just as soon as he's done with Tengen, he'll properly reward Sanemi for playing along. It is only fair.]
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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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He'd had sex with them both individually at this point, sure, but there was something about the idea of performing that seemed incredibly embarrassing. Not that he outright hated the idea, but –.
He burrows down further. Ignore him, thanks. ]
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[He hasn't missed the fact that Sanemi is trying to burrow out of sight. In fact, it draws a raucous laugh out of Kyojuro. Really, it's the idea of making one (or both) of them squirm that keeps him seated even now.
So no, not perverse at all. Sanemi's gremlin tendencies are just rubbing off on him.]
What do you think, Tengen? Should I give our friend a bit of mercy?
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I think you could~ Or you could watch him from over here and give me some mercy~
[He wants kisses, thank u.]
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Or maybe he likes this more than he lets on. Who was to say! He does eventually pipe up, snapping red-faced. ]
Fuck you both.
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Is that any way to talk to someone on their birthday?
[His attention returns to Tengen, softening immediately.] Have no fear, I was already on my way way over.
[Since Sanemi is going to throw his fit, Kyojuro sees no reason to try to worm between them. Instead, he rises and pads over to the bed. He makes no attempt to slow the way he slides onto Tengen's lap. What he does make a show of is sliding his fingers down the other man's arm, attempting to extricate the other man's digits and claim them for himself.]
Is this better, Tengen?
[His tone is warm, syrupy. Intentionally, he keeps his gaze on Tengen only, except for when he closes his eyes to steal a kiss.
Sanemi who? This is what you get for being a brat!]
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[Sanemi stumbling into innuendo gets a quick response and a quick ruffle to his hair before the gentle petting is resumed, because Tengen is incapable of letting that one slip by, given the situation they've found themselves in.
It's also impossible to miss the stark difference in tone between how Kyojuro regards him and how he regards Sanemi. It's interesting, makes him want to draw out more of both, even if it would be impossible to do simultaneously.
Well. Mostly impossible, as the way Kyojuro joins them is simultaneously saccharine and... well. Bratty. It would make him laugh if he didn't have to quickly figure out a way to keep some level of affectionate contact with Sanemi as he's slowly peeled away from the other man. He settles on working his left arm under him, around his waist, so he can tug him closer as he's shifted to his back and as Kyojuro claims his hand.]
Much better than leaving you in the chair.
[And a kiss. Which is eagerly returned, of course.]
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Sure. You got a problem with that?
[ There's more than a hint of good humor in his voice that remains – thankfully – intact even when the hand petting through his hair is rudely taken hostage. Sanemi snorts, tucking himself against Tengen's side in the interim.
At the very least, it gives him a decent angle to watch them kiss. And since Kyojuro is right there... don't mind him sliding a hand up the knee nearest to him, massaging the muscle through fabric. Kyojuro may be trying to ignore him, but that didn't mean Sanemi had to make it easy. ]
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But, no more. While he is briefly distracted by the hand against his knee, he does little more than shift it. Not to shove the offending limb away, mind you, but to coax it a little further downward. At least make yourself useful, Sanemi.
At least, that's what he tries to tell himself. The rest of his mind pushes back, insisting that he really is being too mean. Just as soon as he's done with Tengen, he'll properly reward Sanemi for playing along. It is only fair.]