[nsfw] July 23rd, evening (cont'd)

[heartshutter]

[ ooc: continued from: here. ]

[ A deceptively well-intentioned smile to that query. ]

Are you looking for proof?

[ Rhetorical question. He knows what Bandou’s after. Inexperienced as the elder is, some things are unmissable. For a moment or more, they hover there at the brink, the precipice of something. It’s a line where, on one side is everything they’ve seen and done and been thus far, and on the other is the unknown -- be it for better or worse. The only way for things to stay the same between them is to turn back now.

...But that’s never been Tatara’s style.

Close as they are, he can smell cheap liquor on Bandou’s breath, and briefly spares a thought for how memorable all of this will be come morning. Still, that’s not about to stop him; not enough to keep him from angling in, closing that gap, and offering a tentative-but-self-assured press of lips. ]

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[chickshades]

[ Despite being the one to initiate this with his amazingly smooth flirting skills, Bandou lets out a surprised hum when Totsuka actually kisses him. Pleasantly surprised, that is. At least until they part and he comes to a sudden realization. ]

Eh... where can we do this??

[ Cue Bandou looking around the bar, rather urgently. Because there's no way Izumo is gonna let them sit there and make out at the bar. There's a small pantry in the back they could use? Or maybe the bathroom? Apparently Bandou's too drunk, distraught and horny to remember that both of their temples are just a teleport away from here. ]

[heartshutter]

[ He’ll take that pleased hum as acceptance and approval, both. Also reassurance that he’s not so bad at the whole kissing thing. Which, he shouldn’t be; he just, again, doesn’t have a tremendous amount of experience to fall back on. Soon as they part, however, there’s a sense of impatience.

...Actually, “sense” isn’t the right word for it -- there’s not much left to the imagination, with a comment like that. Tatara could facepalm at your lack of tact, Bandou. Really. ]

You’ve been to my temple before; why not use it?

[ He’s got bedrooms and accommodations galore, and not many prying eyes or sharpened ears to hear them if things end up getting a little... loud.

It’s nothing to get them back there either, quick to pull the younger out of the common area and into the god’s own bedroom in the hopes of not alerting either of his shinki. Not that Tatara would be particularly ashamed of this or anything, but... surely Bandou would rather Shouhei not see him completely smashed and pitching a tent, right? ]

[chickshades]

[ In all honestly, the fact that Shouhei could potentially walk in on all this hasn't even crossed Bandou's mind. Maybe because of his current level of intoxication or maybe merely because Totsuka's giving him the attention he needs after his supposed "breakup." Whichever the case, Bandou's following along obediently as Totsuka leads them to his bedroom.

And once in there, he doesn't waste any time in attempting to disrobe himself. Though trying to take a closed hoodie off over your head when you've still got a hat and shades on is more difficult than it probably sounds. At least when you're drunk. ]

[heartshutter]

[ If Tatara stops to think about this too long, he’ll second-guess them both out of something that could potentially make things a lot better for both of them.

...Of course, it could always make things worse, but... Tatara’s an optimist, so that’s already out the window, an impossibility. And, drunk and horny snap-decision though it may be on at least one of their parts, touch heals -- and he hasn’t had a single second of it since That Day. Or before it, actually. Bandou might just be in that same boat, too.

So while he's hurriedly stripping off all the absurd layers he’s always holing himself up in, Tatara’s unhooking and pulling off his belt, untucking and unbuttoning his shirt to let it fall away and--

...Apparently, then helping Bandou sort his way out of the mess he’s made of himself already, somehow. Record timing. There’s a small amused chuckle at his expense. ]

Don’t struggle -- I’ll help you.

[chickshades]

[ Bandou's struggling with is attire pauses as Totsuka comes to his aid. His glasses are crooked on his face, but somehow his hat has managed to escape the commotion and is laying haphazardly on the floor. ]

Thanks.

[ Maybe this doesn't have to be a hurried rush of emotions. Maybe it can have more meaning than that and give them both something that they need at this point in their lives. Bandou blinks at Totsuka and lowers his arms, making the zipper to his hoodie more accessible and easily manipulated than it was moments before. ]

[heartshutter]

[ Seeing the hat gone and the mess he’s made of himself, yeah, he’s still giggling. Sorry, San-chan. ]

It’s fine; there’s no need to thank me!

[ This said with a well-meaning smile as he reaches up and pulls those lopsided glasses carefully off, setting them aside on the bed for now. Next comes the hoodie, far quicker to fall away with a zipper undone.

Even this much exposure is a rare sight. He really is such an attractive man underneath all that façade he puts up. And yes, Tatara is convinced -- he knows that’s what it is, beyond the shadow of a doubt. Underneath it all, Bandou is no less kindhearted than King. They’re all like that, really; each just shows it in a different way.

Or, in Bandou’s case, covers it in a different way.

But in this moment, they’re both pretty bare, aren’t they? Both raw, to an extent; hurting, to another. And this -- this could be a reprieve. It doesn’t have to be meaningful any more than meaningless, just... perhaps a bandaid.

Yes -- that’s definitely what it is, Tatara thinks as he angles up for a second kiss of his own free will, nearly chest-to-chest with his clanmate. ]

[chickshades]

[ Bandou openly accepts that second kiss, and is soon after, pressing back in a desperate and needy sense. His arms quickly find themselves around Totsuka's waist, effectively closing that small gap that still separated their bodies.

If Bandou had any notion of exactly who Totsuka was to him, he'd have quickly backed away and repeatedly apologized - after all, he looked at Totsuka with just as much respect and awe as Kusanagi or Mikoto. One of the three original members - he wouldn't be a part of such a powerful and loyal clan if they hadn't banded together in the first place.

But, none of that has revealed itself to Bandou - not yet, at least. So he's feeling no hesitation to hold the shorter man close to himself. Totsuka's skin is warm and soft beneath his hands. Eno's had been, as well. It was another part that had kept him coming back to the intimacy his friend was willing to give him. And he can't deny that he likes it all the same with Totsuka. ]

sleepin' with the boss's right hand man, eh? ;3

[heartshutter]

[ There’s a desperation in that second kiss, the way Bandou presses back into it with a latch of arms around the shorter man, ensuring they’re body-to-body for the duration. Tatara can’t help a pleased sort of half-sigh that slips out in the process. Oh, how he’s missed skin-to-skin contact; it’s nearly enough to make him shiver, just at that sensation alone.

He’s quick, however, from that point on to pry them apart enough to drop little kisses elsewhere, along collarbones and sternum, where he pauses. A hand brushes over a familiar sigil -- the one that marks them as family, (if not by blood relation), Tatara’s own to match just out of sight for the moment, on his shoulderblade.

He wonders, distantly and fleetingly, if this mark still keeps away stomachaches like Bandou once proclaimed it to. Can he ask that...? It’s probably best not to. He’s not sure whom his clanmate belongs to, is the shinki of, but he’d rather they not potentially be stung, or worse. So he’ll leave it be, trailing touch down, down, below a navel, and...

Fingers pause there, at the waistline of his pants, poised to undo them in no unclear fashion, but waiting. Even -- or perhaps especially -- with as drunk as Bandou is, consent is an important prerequisite here, before they can move forward. With an earnest glance upward: ]

Is it okay, San-chan?

Just don't tell Kusanagi-san and we'll be good

[chickshades]

[ He would have continued to hold Totsuka - kiss him repeatedly as their bodies practically molded into one. But immediately feeling his partners lips on his neck gets him to pause before a complaint can even show itself. Admittedly, he's not sure where his hands should go, now that Totsuka's tanked the reins, so they linger at his hips, barely touching, but ever present.

There's a short hum at each kiss, but it isn't until he feels the soft touch of fingers along his insignia that his body gives more of a reaction. He shivers, almost appearing as though he was ticklish in that area of his stomach, but the quick and shaky inhale that accompanies it states that it's something far more pleasant than that. Not only did Bandou get the added bonus of no stomach pains when he got his mark from Mikoto, but the area on his skin was always super sensitive to gentle caresses. In his mortal life, he'd always wondered if the same held true for the others.

There's no change Bandou's apparent pleasure when Totsuka's hands reach the waist of his jeans. If anything, he seems to become more interested in what's next. That stupid grin finds its way back onto his face and he responds as if Totsuka didn't even have to ask. ]

Oh man, yeah. I'm okay with all of this.

yeah no shhh this is their little secret

[heartshutter]

[ The shakiness to Bandou’s breathing at the brush over his sigil is a standout point for Tatara. So it feels good, then? He makes a mental note of that for later. Would his own mark be the same? He doesn’t know; he’s never had anyone try to touch or kiss it.

In fact, he’s... never done any of this, actually. Never had a girlfriend or boyfriend, let alone a friend with benefits -- not unless that benefit was someone going around and beating up the people who previously beat you up. In that case, yeah, he’s got that box ticked. Though it’s nothing to do with trial and failure -- he’s never made efforts toward filling in those gaps in life experience at all, always preoccupied elsewhere.

HOMRA has always been most important, after all. HOMRA always came first. King and Kusanagi and HOMRA were all that mattered. They still are, really.

So he’s inexperienced, but he knows how to go; knows how this whole thing works. And while he might be lacking a little finesse, he’s got more than enough charm to smooth over any rough edges. (Alcohol also helps here, he imagines.) To those hands idly at his own hips and that stupid grin both, Tatara chuckles softly. ]

You don’t have to hold back, San-chan.

[ Subtext: You can undress me, too; it’s not a bad thing. Just because he’s new to all this doesn’t mean he’s innocent; and just because he’s relatively powerless doesn’t mean he’s fragile. (Some might beg to differ, there.)

Although... once Bandou’s zipper descends and there’s a sneaky hand slipping inside and starting to palm him, slowly and gently, it’s easy to understand that the younger clansman might be a little... distracted. ]

[chickshades]

[ At that touch, Bandou immediately presses himself harder against Totsuka's hand. It's no secret now, that he's enjoying this so far. Not that it wasn't obvious before, but the hardness of his member straining against his undergarments leaves no doubt, whatsoever.

He'd almost be content to stand here and let Totsuka tease him like this, but somewhere behind the haze of drunkenness that's clouding his mind, he recalls a conversation he'd had with Niles - and how irritated the guy was to find out that Bandou wasn't very good at returning sexual actions. So with that thought in mind and Totsuka's verbal approval, Bandou's hands begin to trail their way across his waist and back, slowly finding enough space to slide down the back of his jeans and underwear. He grips firmly at Totsuka's ass, urging him to keep going with his own explorations of his body, as well. ]

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[ It’s not intended, but there’s a gasp half-pleasure and half-surprise at those gripping hands that have Tatara rocking up onto the balls of his feet in reply, pushing the two of them together. A giggle follows thereafter on exhale, just before he mutes it by pressing his lips to Bandou’s neck, a kiss truly benign without a hint of teeth, though he’d say he wouldn’t object to receipt of some.

But that’s for later. For now, there’s a bit of finagling first, a sort of shimmy as the elder carefully squirms out of his remaining bottoms, pants and underwear alike falling to the floor where they’re kicked aside. There -- that takes care of any stalled advances, doesn’t it? At least, that’s one way to do it.

It’s clear Tatara has no shame about it either, wearing nothing more than his jewelry and a grin as he attempts to lure Bandou to the bed, pants still on or not. ]