[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]

[ 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. ]

[heartshutter]

[ 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. ]