Clearly my mind needs to stop derailing into the gutter at every opportunity
Bookman gave the room a mildly irritated, disbelieving stare. Were the libraries being fucked with now, too? He wasn't able to think long on it, because soon there were a hands coming from nowhere, covering his mouth and pulling him back into one of the aisles of the library. He had half a moment to be startled and struggle before a swarm of angry, vicious books rattled past, broken chains trailing behind them.
He glared with some exasperation at Tyki, who only smirked and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "You never told me that books were this fun, old man."
Bookman gave annoyed grunt in return, and pushed the hand down from his mouth. Tyki allowed it be moved, only to rest it on Bookman's collarbone, just under his throat. "I think our definitions of 'fun' tend t' vary a bit, yeah?"
"Oh yes, you like things boring~" Tyki's smirk widened and he brushed his thumb against the redhead's pulse, drawing a shudder from the man.
"An' you like things near suicidal, if I remember right." Bookman leaned forward, trying to make the Noah move away, give him at least some space. Instead the swarthy man followed, curling the fingers of his free hand around the other's shirt to haul him back.
"Nonsense," he murmured, twisting to press the other against the bookshelf. Bookman struggled for a moment but then Tyki had nudged his knee between his legs, grinning wider still, and escape didn't seem quite so feasible anymore. Bookman withheld a grunt as the Noah spoke again, accenting his words with a shift of his knee. "I just like things more lively than you do."
"R-right." Damn it, he'd stuttered. He was getting more open lately, having a harder time truly masking his emotions or physical responses. The Noah seemed to thrive on it, gold eyes crackling with some curious amusement each time it happened. Bookman tried to ignore it and push Tyki away, but of course he wouldn't budge. "Either way, sticking around doesn't seem like th' best idea, yeah?"
Instead of answering the Noah only hummed, catching the redhead's mouth with his own and shifting closer into the kiss. He passed through layers of fabric to reach flesh and let calloused fingertips play along skin, forcing a low groan and arched back from the other man. He chuckled into the kiss when Bookman's fingers finally reached up to tangle in his hair, curling tight with irritation. Of course he was irritated with him. But he wasn't about to stop this, either. It just wasn't how things worked.
Tyki chuckled again as the redhead forced himself off the bookshelf and pushed him onto his back, breaking the kiss only then. Bookman's words came in short pants when he finally spoke. "Y'sure... Y'wanna do this here?"
"Scared, Red?" He asked, taunting. The older man snorted and gave a rather sharp tug on his hair, exposing his throat.
"You wish," he muttered into the skin of Tyki's neck, scraping teeth and tongue on skin as he spoke. "Jus' don't blame me when we get kicked out."
"Oh I'm not worried about that," he answered, shifting a bit to encourage the other. "More the rabid, man-eating books. But maybe we'll be fine with you here, after all."
This time it was Bookman's turn to smirk, just a hint of pride smattered across his lips as he caught Tyki's once more, murmuring into them, "damn straight." He was still a Bookman, after all.