[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]

[ 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. ]

[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. ]