[ Sanemi doesn't exactly try to hide the way his eyes immediately dip downward, but he does spare a moment to look vaguely sheepish about it. He wouldn't actively consider himself a connoisseur of any particular part of the body, but some certainly had their... specific merits. ]
It's different. Besides, your legs were always covered. That's definitely different.
[ Then, off-handedly, with his head leaned back to appreciate the full picture: ] Besides, more color suits you anyway.
[ Being prompted to think back on their camp attire in any aspect is blush-inducing. The primary issue being: if he thinks about their camp attire, he thinks about the entire camp experience. If he thinks about the camp experience, his mind ultimately finds a way to wind over to the showers. Sanemi turns his head away with a click of his tongue. ]
... wasn't a fucking problem. Shut up.
[ He hardly even wants to deign the flamboyant comment with a response. Of course something like that had to come up. Flashy, flamboyant, showstopping. Whatever the fuck. ]
[One of these days, Tengen will pull it out of the closet, because Wolfie said we could keep them--
Anyway.
Sanemi looks away, and Tengen takes advantage of that by pressing kisses to his temples, as if that isn't an incentive for him to sulk more often. Maybe it is. Maybe it's a gentle little apology for being a tease. Maybe it's a little of both.]
What were you thinking? Come on, I said I didn't mind you talking to me.
[ Sanemi lapses into contemplative silence as Tengen kisses his temples. A complicated, twisted-up knot of feelings arises abruptly into the pit of his stomach. He wants to shove away. He wants to bite. He wants to hang on and not let go, no matter the circumstance. He wants to tell Tengen to take him to bed.
Feelings are fucking confusing. He thinks it might be a positive that his wires are crossing. His face grows serious. ]
Sometimes, you say or do shit that makes me think that I like you so fucking much that I want to bite the hell out of you. You’re - I don’t fucking know. Colorful. Vibrant.
[He knows the words were being avoided on purpose, so he supplies them anyway, complete with a quirk of his eyebrow and a visible, lopsided grin. It feels... nice... to have his efforts toward all that recognized, despite everything, especially from someone who is so dear to him, who has only clawed his way closer to his heart the longer they spend together in peace.
Feelings are confusing. Tamping them down to nothing is worse.]
I might regret telling you this, but... I don't mind the biting.
[ He shoves at Tengen's face, but it’s so light a push as to be almost kitten-like. Stupid. Idiotic. He almost hates the feeling of being fond. He keeps his hand where it is to hide that grin, because how genuine it is feels like it’s going to burn him, somehow. ]
I would sure as hell hope so, considering you gave as good as you got. Pretty sure I’m gonna have a permanent bite mark on the back of my neck.
[Not the kitten-paw shove! But, hey, he can't say he minds it much, since it means with just the littlest shift he can press kisses to the palm of Sanemi's hand. Accept affection, idiot.]
Mm, we can make it permanent. I wouldn't mind putting it back every time it fades.
They’re your -. [ His mind stalls momentarily, waylaid from his complaint by the affection. His hand isn’t sensitive, necessarily — far too calloused and scarred — but the kisses feel intimate nonetheless. ] Stupid fucking words.
[ And then Tengen stalls his brain again, but in an entirely different fashion. Sanemi thanks whatever higher power exists that his hand is covering Tengen's face, because what the hell kind of off-handed comment? A permanent birthmark? His face is hot. Hell, his whole body abruptly feels hot. ]
[As if he doesn't also describe others as flashy or flamboyant.
But then Sanemi's brain stalls out - obviously - and he gets flustered and... Well. Just as planned. More placating kisses to his palm. The overwhelming amount of willpower needed to not lick his fingers.]
[ Sorry, Tengen, Sanemi decides it is high time to employ some sort of escape method. He reels his hand back, pink in the face and scowling, and gets to wriggling backward. Some things didn’t change even after a confession of sorts! That included his tendency to attempt to abscond when flustered. ]
[ He never thought he’d feel fucking short at his height until he was semi-consistently being rearranged by this fucking guy. Being effectively rendered inert by simply being picked up was almost humiliating. Unless he truly wanted to put in a real concentrated effort to escape, he was effectively trapped in Tengen's grasp and forced to face the music (no pun intended).
Which. Wouldn’t be terrible under most circumstances. But he has appearances to keep up, here. ]
[Tengen makes Sanemi feel short, Himejima would make Tengen feel short, if he got wrangled by him, such is life. He's just happy to know it's that easy to "convince" Sanemi to stay put, honestly.
Appearances or no.]
You don't have to get that flustered, for starters.
[ Maybe it’s a testament to his comfort that Sanemi realizes a few things in rapid succession. Tengen was right. They were alone. No one was around to hear the things he enjoyed and, thus, no one was around to cast judgment. Not that he should care. Additionally: no, he really didn’t have to get this flustered.
He settles with an almost haughty huff, shoving his head against Tengen's shoulder. ]
[It's one thing to fluster Sanemi because his reactions are, frankly, cute, in Tengen's opinion. It's another thing entirely when he tries to launch himself away, when he gets so upset and so concerned about others' judgement.
Besides, having his head on his shoulder is better than trying to hold him while he's flailing anyway.]
[ He could drum up a hundred sharp excuses as to why he'd acquiesced so easily. The truth is rather simple: as easy as it was to work him up, he was enjoying being held more than enough to equalize his flustered temper. Amazing what a little positive affection could do! ]
I'm being agreeable for once. You're really gonna question it?
[Whatever the reason, it was easy to assume it was a simple matter of affection. Tengen liked giving it. Sanemi liked getting it. Who was he to deny them?]
[ Embarrassing. Embarrassing! Sanemi's affection-aggression is triggering again. His lower eyelid twitches mildly for a split second as he contemplates chomping down on Tengen's shoulder. ]
I don't need anything for pain.
[ He might have spluttered over the implication that getting his blood drawn worked him up, but a piercing's a different story, apparently –. ]
... I guess I shouldn't free-bleed that much, considering. [ The pink elephant in the room. ] A rag or something wouldn't work?
[ The look of a man contemplating biting. His eye twitches. ]
... alright, fine. I guess I can grab some from the clinic, or whatever. I didn't think this would be that complicated.
[ Really, he kind of thought they'd do it within the hour of him arriving and requesting it, but... things could never be that simple. Not even where... needle-stabbing was concerned, he supposes. ]
I know you can get 'em in spots other than the ears, but that seems like it'd be harder.
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It's different. Besides, your legs were always covered. That's definitely different.
[ Then, off-handedly, with his head leaned back to appreciate the full picture: ] Besides, more color suits you anyway.
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Oh, so the shorts were a problem. I get it.
[Considering his legs were all the way out in those, and the impulse to be a menace has returned.]
You're right, though. More color is way more flamboyant~
[Or you're a pale bastard with white hair, you dumbass.]
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... wasn't a fucking problem. Shut up.
[ He hardly even wants to deign the flamboyant comment with a response. Of course something like that had to come up. Flashy, flamboyant, showstopping. Whatever the fuck. ]
Wasn't what I was thinking, but sure.
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Anyway.
Sanemi looks away, and Tengen takes advantage of that by pressing kisses to his temples, as if that isn't an incentive for him to sulk more often. Maybe it is. Maybe it's a gentle little apology for being a tease. Maybe it's a little of both.]
What were you thinking? Come on, I said I didn't mind you talking to me.
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Feelings are fucking confusing. He thinks it might be a positive that his wires are crossing. His face grows serious. ]
Sometimes, you say or do shit that makes me think that I like you so fucking much that I want to bite the hell out of you. You’re - I don’t fucking know. Colorful. Vibrant.
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[He knows the words were being avoided on purpose, so he supplies them anyway, complete with a quirk of his eyebrow and a visible, lopsided grin. It feels... nice... to have his efforts toward all that recognized, despite everything, especially from someone who is so dear to him, who has only clawed his way closer to his heart the longer they spend together in peace.
Feelings are confusing. Tamping them down to nothing is worse.]
I might regret telling you this, but... I don't mind the biting.
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[ He shoves at Tengen's face, but it’s so light a push as to be almost kitten-like. Stupid. Idiotic. He almost hates the feeling of being fond. He keeps his hand where it is to hide that grin, because how genuine it is feels like it’s going to burn him, somehow. ]
I would sure as hell hope so, considering you gave as good as you got. Pretty sure I’m gonna have a permanent bite mark on the back of my neck.
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[Not the kitten-paw shove! But, hey, he can't say he minds it much, since it means with just the littlest shift he can press kisses to the palm of Sanemi's hand. Accept affection, idiot.]
Mm, we can make it permanent. I wouldn't mind putting it back every time it fades.
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[ And then Tengen stalls his brain again, but in an entirely different fashion. Sanemi thanks whatever higher power exists that his hand is covering Tengen's face, because what the hell kind of off-handed comment? A permanent birthmark? His face is hot. Hell, his whole body abruptly feels hot. ]
Don’t - just say shit like that!
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[As if he doesn't also describe others as flashy or flamboyant.
But then Sanemi's brain stalls out - obviously - and he gets flustered and... Well. Just as planned. More placating kisses to his palm. The overwhelming amount of willpower needed to not lick his fingers.]
So you do like the idea~
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[ Sorry, Tengen, Sanemi decides it is high time to employ some sort of escape method. He reels his hand back, pink in the face and scowling, and gets to wriggling backward. Some things didn’t change even after a confession of sorts! That included his tendency to attempt to abscond when flustered. ]
Didn’t fucking say that.
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And by that, obviously, as soon as Sanemi starts trying to wriggle away, Tengen just. Stands back up, with the other man still in his arms.]
Why not? It's just us here.
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Which. Wouldn’t be terrible under most circumstances. But he has appearances to keep up, here. ]
What’s that got to do with anything!
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Appearances or no.]
You don't have to get that flustered, for starters.
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He settles with an almost haughty huff, shoving his head against Tengen's shoulder. ]
Fine.
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Besides, having his head on his shoulder is better than trying to hold him while he's flailing anyway.]
Fine? That was easy.
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I'm being agreeable for once. You're really gonna question it?
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[Whatever the reason, it was easy to assume it was a simple matter of affection. Tengen liked giving it. Sanemi liked getting it. Who was he to deny them?]
I know you're soft, deep down.
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[ Not a denial! He is going to offer a misdirection, though – or maybe it's more of a redirection, given what he came here for in the first place. ]
So, you can do it. The piercing, I mean. What shit do I need to grab for it?
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[He sounds so fond.]
All you really need is the jewelry and a needle. You might want something for the pain and something for the bleeding, though.
[He is. Not a professional. And did his own as a dumb teenager.]
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I don't need anything for pain.
[ He might have spluttered over the implication that getting his blood drawn worked him up, but a piercing's a different story, apparently –. ]
... I guess I shouldn't free-bleed that much, considering. [ The pink elephant in the room. ] A rag or something wouldn't work?
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[So he'll just. Accept Sanemi either getting flustered or cussing him out. Or both. He'd bet on both.]
Unfortunately... [What a nusiance...!] But nah, a rag is fine. Probably a bandage for you, it'll be cleaner.
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[ He gives Tengen a disbelieving look. A bandage? For his ears? Was a piercing truly that make of a bloody affair? ]
It bleeds that fucking much? Doesn't that defeat the point of putting nice jewelry in if you have to keep 'em bandaged at first? Did you do that?
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[But that look, that reaction, gets a laugh and a dismissive wave of his not-hand, since he's, you know, still holding Sanemi.]
It can at first! And I don't mean put it over it for ages, just. Hold it there until the bleeding stops.
[Much better than a rag.]
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[ The look of a man contemplating biting. His eye twitches. ]
... alright, fine. I guess I can grab some from the clinic, or whatever. I didn't think this would be that complicated.
[ Really, he kind of thought they'd do it within the hour of him arriving and requesting it, but... things could never be that simple. Not even where... needle-stabbing was concerned, he supposes. ]
I know you can get 'em in spots other than the ears, but that seems like it'd be harder.
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