[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? ]