[12] x The "Incident" x || Hope Estheim & Gokudera Hayato [Video from the Valentine bot]
[The feed flickers to life from a rather strange angle. It looks almost planned. The sterile looking bathroom shows a bizarre scene. Two boys, both with odd coloured hair, looking directly at each other and chewing. They swallow slowly, their gaze unflinching.
The taller of the two takes a few menacing steps to close the distance between them, a hand grabbing the sink on the way there in order to prevent Hope from escaping. The shorter stands his ground taking one step towards the taller figure. He wasn't going to lose out in this endeavour. Without a seconds more hesitation, he bends down, his other hand grabbing Hope's chin so he can capture the smaller teen's lips with his own.
Hope leans into the kiss, his eyes sliding closed as Gokudera's lips press upon his. He pushes his lips into Gokudera's. A groan of approval escapes Gokudera when Hope returns the kiss and he presses forward more, lips parting slightly while his left hand moves to grab hair similar to his own at the base of the younger teen's neck. Hope's arms gently find their way onto Gokudera's back, as his own lips part, subconsciously allowing Gokudera to take further action.
Gokudera's movements are almost predatory, the way his lips press harder against Hope's, his tongue running over his lips rather than venturing between them. The hand gripping silver tugs back slightly before he tilts his head and licks at the younger boy's mouth, completely dominating the kiss. Somewhere in the back of his mind he starts to wonder why he's doing this, but it feels like he's moving on autopilot. His body says this feels good, so why stop?
Hope submits totally to the older teens aggressiveness. Though his nature is to question and think, the reaction to being forced upon like this was confusing but enjoyable. He leaned up once again and allowed the older boys tongue to wipe across his lips before he pushes against the older boy again parting his own lips, wanting to give him the access he sought. But... why was this happening again? Something... something about- his mind began to pester him, but his body refused to move away.
Gokudera's tongue swipes against Hope's, and it's that feeling that sparks a sudden clarity to his mind. His eyes open and he bears his teeth against the kiss, against the feeling of overwhelming want, of lips warm and soothing on his own. He growls and the next tug to Hope's hair is angry, as though commanding him to stop, though he hasn't quite moved away yet. Hope's face contorts as his hair is pulled. He looks angrily into Gokudera's eyes as his own open. His lips close yet he still can't push away.
It's like something breaks, cloudy green eyes locking with his own and he pulls his lips back, a bit breathless and a mere inch separating them. He can feel Hope's breaths ghosting over his skin and as his senses come back, he straightens up, turning away and wiping his mouth with the back of his forearm.
Hope watches him go with a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He looks in the mirror for a moment... before walking past the robot. He turns back, and the feed ends as a bolt of lightning connects with the camera.]
OOC: This is a continuation of this. Also. Everything to comment? Pinged to BOTH communicators.
The taller of the two takes a few menacing steps to close the distance between them, a hand grabbing the sink on the way there in order to prevent Hope from escaping. The shorter stands his ground taking one step towards the taller figure. He wasn't going to lose out in this endeavour. Without a seconds more hesitation, he bends down, his other hand grabbing Hope's chin so he can capture the smaller teen's lips with his own.
Hope leans into the kiss, his eyes sliding closed as Gokudera's lips press upon his. He pushes his lips into Gokudera's. A groan of approval escapes Gokudera when Hope returns the kiss and he presses forward more, lips parting slightly while his left hand moves to grab hair similar to his own at the base of the younger teen's neck. Hope's arms gently find their way onto Gokudera's back, as his own lips part, subconsciously allowing Gokudera to take further action.
Gokudera's movements are almost predatory, the way his lips press harder against Hope's, his tongue running over his lips rather than venturing between them. The hand gripping silver tugs back slightly before he tilts his head and licks at the younger boy's mouth, completely dominating the kiss. Somewhere in the back of his mind he starts to wonder why he's doing this, but it feels like he's moving on autopilot. His body says this feels good, so why stop?
Hope submits totally to the older teens aggressiveness. Though his nature is to question and think, the reaction to being forced upon like this was confusing but enjoyable. He leaned up once again and allowed the older boys tongue to wipe across his lips before he pushes against the older boy again parting his own lips, wanting to give him the access he sought. But... why was this happening again? Something... something about- his mind began to pester him, but his body refused to move away.
Gokudera's tongue swipes against Hope's, and it's that feeling that sparks a sudden clarity to his mind. His eyes open and he bears his teeth against the kiss, against the feeling of overwhelming want, of lips warm and soothing on his own. He growls and the next tug to Hope's hair is angry, as though commanding him to stop, though he hasn't quite moved away yet. Hope's face contorts as his hair is pulled. He looks angrily into Gokudera's eyes as his own open. His lips close yet he still can't push away.
It's like something breaks, cloudy green eyes locking with his own and he pulls his lips back, a bit breathless and a mere inch separating them. He can feel Hope's breaths ghosting over his skin and as his senses come back, he straightens up, turning away and wiping his mouth with the back of his forearm.
Hope watches him go with a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He looks in the mirror for a moment... before walking past the robot. He turns back, and the feed ends as a bolt of lightning connects with the camera.]
OOC: This is a continuation of this. Also. Everything to comment? Pinged to BOTH communicators.