[ 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. ]
yeah no shhh this is their little secret
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. ]