RP Log - Akaya, Bunta
When: July 28th or so in the magical land of South Korea.
What: Bunta needs clothes. They go shopping. Porn in the store ensues.
Marui Bunta narrowed his eyes on his best friend. His lips were turned down into a show of 'I'm not letting you get your way' of major proportions. "I don't see what so bad about them." He heaved a frustrated sigh, and then raked a hand through strawberry colored locks long since knocked askew by the many times he had come up against the wall of Akaya's stubbornness during their shopping trip.
Bunta, having lost his luggage, was in need of clothes. Which, of course, meant Akaya was going along for the ride and buying some too, or he'd have a pouting redhead on his hands.
"They're pink, for one thing." Akaya grumped, shoving the 'lovely' pair of pants Bunta'd handed him back on the rack. "And they're really damn gay looking." ...So what was wrong with blue jeans and a tshirt? And maybe some plaid? Nothing, as far as Akaya was concerned. "I ain't wearin' em."
"No they aren't." Bunta denied with an inward snicker. "You just don't want to admit you look good in something so gay." Mischievous eyes skipped over the rack, narrowing as they spied a nifty looking pair of mauve slacks. "How about these?" he asked with an innocent smile, reaching out to pull them free.
"If it ain't black or blue, I ain't wearing it." Yes, he was going to be stubborn, damnit. This was exactly why he liked shopping by himself. He knew what he liked and no one, not even his best friend could try to persuade him otherwise.
Bunta bit his lip, eyeing his friend with a devious look, before he half whined, "But I think you'd look hot in them, Akaya." Okay, he was only half joking with Akaya, since he really didn't expect his friend to cave over their bone of contention. Yet, he damn well wanted to see the sexy lawyer-to-be at least try them on, if for no other reason than to give Bunta a chance to secretly ogle him.
The look on Akaya's face clearly said 'don't fuck with me'. His lips curled down into a small frown, eyebrows furrowing together and lips pursing in a twinge of annoyance. "I think I'll look like a goddamn clown in them." And obviously what he thought was more important. Interesting coming from a guy who'd just as soon look like a lumberjack and be damn comfortable at the same time.
"Fine, then I'll wear them." Bunta snapped, annoyed by his friends stingy attitude. He snatched the other pair of slacks off the rack and stomped toward the direction of the dressing room. He adored his best friend, really. But sometimes Akaya could be such a self-centered asshole, especially when it came to pleasing himself or pleasing someone else.
"Good, they'll match your hair." There was method to Akaya's madness, really. Like making his friend wear everything that had originally been picked out for him. ...It all looked better on him anyway, Bunta had the sort of body that he could make just about anything look good. Akaya on the other hand was the sort that only looked good (so he thought) in a few different styles.
He sauntered after Bunta at a sedate pace, tugging a decent looking shirt off the rack and tossing it over his shoulder as various articles of clothing were pawed through and selected. Yeah, there was his wardrobe for the next two weeks right there.
Bunta stopped just before the dressing room and turned to shoot a quick warning look toward the man following him. "That had better not be a dig about my hair, Akaya." He growled softly, teeth grinding together over the thought that his best friend would ridicule him. He gave the warning time to settle between them, before flouncing into the small cubicle where he set about hanging his selections on the hook provided.
"No, it was an observation." Akaya replied flippantly, not particularly caring for the look one of the saleswomen gave him when he followed the other man into the booth. If Bunta wanted to be a pain in the neck, he could buy his own clothes.
"Close the curtain." He mumbled, already unbuttoning the shirt he'd stolen from the elf that didn't hesitate to follow him into the booth. It wasn't like Akaya hadn't ever seen him naked before, right? There wasn't any reason to suddenly spazz deep inside, mentally groaning when an imaginative mind went to work calling up all sorts of visions connected to what the redhead could be doing with his best friend when clothes started to fall away, leaving pale skin illuminated by the harsh light above them.
Without a word he did as he was told, yanking thick fabric closed and turning slightly to hang up his own few picks. Hands dropped to his waist, tugging his shirt up over his head and dumping it on the floor. He'd never particularly cared about being naked in front of... well anyone really, and this was no different - not that trying on a shirt necessarily meant he needed to get completely naked. ...besides the point. Akaya tugged the first shirt off its hanger and shrugged it on, tugging slightly at soft fabric and fingers moving over the buttons.
Bunta stood, dazed by the show he was getting, totally forgetting that once upon a time he would have beaten his best friend in disrobing and redressing in their choice of clothing. However, that was during a time he wasn't very intimately acquainted with the torso his eyes were glued to. He easily became distracted by memories of having nipped and nibbled his way over those muscles, tasting each one with gentle bites and a lave of tongue.
He really couldn't believe he was thinking the things that suddenly flew through his mind, all which were thoughts that had a low groan vibrating in his throat and a heated blush covering his cheeks. Not here of all places, Bunta told himself as he tried to shake off the heat starting to enflame his blood, bringing with it a sensual light that warmed the eyes that couldn't tear themselves away from Akaya's hands as they moved over each button to do the shirt up.
"Told you the pink would kill you." Paying attention to his friend? Hell no, he was busy; all he could hear was a groan that sounded suspiciously like 'yes Akaya, you were right, it is stupid'. The shirt was buttoned the rest of the way - save the top two and he let his hands drop to his sides. Looked good, in his opinion and even more it was comfortable. And not pink. "Keep."
"Akaya," Bunta tested his voice, thinking right then was the perfect time to contradict his friend about the color pink. Only, somehow the words didn't make it out of his mouth, buried beneath the lust suddenly filling his brain with bad, oh so bad thoughts. He suddenly didn't care about where they were, or that people were outside the flimsy barrier of a curtain. In fact, his concern was so nonexistent when he took a step toward Akaya, hand fluttering upward to snag the last button slipped into his nested home, just to undo it again.
He wasn't sure where his streak of brazenness came from, but cared even less when his fingertips brushed over warm skin along the way toward the next button. If Akaya had a complaint about his work being ruined then he could bite him, Bunta thought dazedly as his tongue snaked out to lick over a bottom lip that ached to be nibbled on as much as he ached to nibble on the patch of bare collar he had been privileged to spy just seconds before.
...Okay, he was going to take it off to try the next one on anyway, so definitely no complaints there; particularly when a warm tongue slid over his skin. Public place? Who the hell gave a fuck? Akaya's hands raised to start plucking buttons loose from the bottom, a quiet purr rumbling in his chest. Eventually his hands dropped again, more than willing to let Bunta do as he pleased. Because hell if the other man was going to take initiative for once Akaya sure as hell wasn't going to stop him.
One taste wasn't good enough for the redhead that soon had buttons undone, and was far to gone in a haze of yearning to care that his hands trembled with a need to taste and devouring when they pushed Akaya's shirt from toned shoulders. A quiet purr rumbled in his throat, greeting the broad expanse of skin his tongue flicked over randomly between gentle nibbles. And yet, as far gone as he was in his quest to explore, Bunta wasn't so lost that a lowly whispered, "Want you." Couldn't make itself heard between each breath that he took.
Who the hell cared that they were in a public place? Certainly not Bunta, not when he was so close to Akaya that the warmth of soft skin tantalized him.
"So take what you want." Akaya murmured, leaning back against the wall. Hands raised to skim up along Bunta's arms to his shoulders and letting fingers dig gently into the muscle there. No, he definitely wasn't caring about what anyone could or couldn't hear coming from their booth.
Bunta grinned suddenly, amused by the image that order gave life too. However, as tempting as it was, he still didn't have enough confidence to take the lead between them. Not yet, anyway. "No, but you can take me." He playfully replied, flicking his tongue out to trail it languidly over a pert nub coming alive for him.
"Whatever works." he hissed, a sharp breath inhaled as his skin tingled under the others' tongue. A hand slid down Bunta's shoulder to his chest and lower past his stomach; fingers fumbling with button and zip of the others' pants impatiently. There was only so long he could behave himself, really.
"That definitely works," Bunta agreed, impatiently waiting through his pant being undone, button hastily slid free and zipper lowered. He shifted, frustrated with the wait he had to undergo, and then pushed Akaya's hands away to shove his pants down slender legs. He kicked them off to the side with a soft exclamation of satisfaction when his legs were free, hands returning to the body he had been working on undressing to attack the pants his friend still wore.
Someone was definitely eager - what a nice stroke to the ego that was. Hips shifted slightly, working to shrug off his own trousers as his shirt slid down over his shoulders. "So hurry the hell up." Akaya grunted, a hand sliding down Bunta's hip and pulling him closer.
"Trying." He huffed out with a frustrated growl, damning the articles of clothing to hell, until each one fell away and left soft skin bare to his touch. Finally, Bunta thought as he shot a triumphant smile upward, gaze just eager as the hand that floated downward to wrap lean fingers around his lover's hardening erection.
"Well try harder." He hissed, jerking against Bunta's hand; head dipping to catch the other's lips in a heated kiss. His hand slipped around the other man's waist, pulling him flush against his body and letting fingers slid down over Bunta's rear.
"Akaya!" he half whimpered half moaned beneath the heat of the kiss that melted him from the inside out. Bunta forgot about the people who had to be coming and going from the stalls connected to theirs, lost in the thought that he didn't want to wait any longer for what he wanted when what he longed for was sliding his fingers teasingly over his rear. Yet, wait he would, at least until he couldn't stand waiting anymore and was content that he had pushed his lover close to the edge with each stroke of his hand over the length he reverently pumped with rhythmic strokes.
"Where the hell's my bag." Akaya grumbled quietly against the other's mouth, a shiver running through his spine as Bunta's hand worked over his length. The small messenger bag, of course, containing several quite useful things he'd taken to carrying around with him - too many times of not having anything to work with when he, or Bunta for that matter had wanted to get laid had finally wisened him up. He definitely was not a fan of blue balls.
"Dunno," He said between each nip and hungry nibble, teeth scraping over a plump bottom lip and savoring each taste he took. "Floor, I think." Not that Bunta could think right then, because he was certain his brain had long since been liquefied by the heat melting him from the inside out. It didn't take long for his own playing to drive him past a brink of reasoning, wanting something more than to have his hand wrapped around the length he wanted buried deep inside him, despite the initial discomfort he knew would greet him, before it faded to leave a mind numbing fullness behind.
"Dunno, but hurry and find it, Akaya!" Whoever said submissive partners were supposed to be meek and accepting didn't know Marui Bunta, because he was as demanding as anyone could be, especially when he was going up in flames and craved the ecstasy he knew his lover could give him.
As much as he would've enjoyed staying right where he was, there were things that were a hell of a lot more pleasurable if he'd give up this particular endevour. So with a slight reluctance Akaya pushed the other back a bit and stooped, pawing around on the floor to catch the strap on his bag; yanking it open and pawing through it. Ah ha!
The condom was shoved into Bunta's hand as he got back to his feet and leaned back against the wall, top twisted off the the small tube of lubricant with a slightly wicked grin. "C'mere." How, exactly, they were going to go about doing this without falling out of the booth entirely he wasn't sure, but he'd be damned if he didn't figure something out.
Bunta did as bidden, gravitating to his lover with eyes darkening steadily with desire. He stopped just a hairsbreadth from the other, eager eyes lowering to trace hungrily over the length he reached out to trail a finger over. He fisted his fingers around the condom he held, drew a breath that was supposed to be steadying, yet, was everything but. "Yeah?" he questioned softly, giving Akaya a chance to fully take the lead and tell him what he wanted.
"What." Akaya hissed, arms curling tightly around the other man's waist; hands working quickly to spread the lube over his fingers. One hand slid down over Bunta's rear, fingers teasing over his entrance as one worked its way in with a bit of difficulty. "Gimme a hand here," He murmured, free hand sliding down to tug lightly at Bunta's leg.
Bunta grinned impishly when he slid a leg upward, curling it until it hooked over his lover's hip, ankle snagging behind the toned back he swore would some day carry his mark in the form of crimson scratches. "How much of a hand?" he asked softly, already shifting to loop his arms around Akaya's neck to steady himself when teasing fingers slid over his entrance. Pale features twisted with a bit of discomfort at the invasion a moment later, bringing with it a shiver of pleasure he couldn't deny despite the dull bite of pain.
"As much as you can." He grunted, finger twisting inside the other man; another soon joining to work at preparing him. His arm tightend around Bunta's back as his head dipped, tongue flicking over his friend's neck before teeth latched down on pale skin with the intent to mark.
"God, Akaya!" Bunta exclaimed, writhing against the dual sensations hazing his brain. Pleasured pain from teeth marking and fingers working to prepare him, just that. Yet, both were enough to fan the flames already burning, making him burn and want more.
"Keep it down, will ya?"He murmured against Bunta's neck. Akaya had no particular desire to get kicked out of the store just yet - with any luck that wouldn't happen until after he got his rocks off. It didn't take much longer for him to decide the other was ready, fingers pulled free and a light smack delivered to Bunta's rump. "Down."
Bunta shifted his head, delivering a sharp bite to Akaya's ear. It was a reminder that it wasn't always so easy to keep it down, especially when his blood ran hot with need. He whimpered, pulling away and allowing his leg to fall with a questioning look soon to follow. "Now what?" he asked a second later, fingers tightening about the condom he still held while he wondered if it was his turn to play, finally.
Akaya hissed softly, head tilting backwards against the wall and peering down at the other man through narrowed eyes. A rather smug look crossed his face as fingers trailed up Bunta's sides teasingly. "Do your thing." In many ways he'd be letting his friend take most control in this particular endevour (and why the hell not, most of the time he did all the work - it was only fair).
He shivered, attention arrested as much by those words as it was by the fingers teasingly dancing along his sides, sliding along soft skin to tickle and torment his senses. His smile wasn't long in coming, emerging just seconds before the sound of foil tearing graced the air and the torturously slow administrations of hands that cautious slid a condom over the hardness trapped between them. "Now what?" Bunta questioned again, unashamedly allowing Akaya to set the boundaries of their play, and anticipating whatever his lover could throw his way.
"Now you get to do your job." With a nip to the other's lip Akaya slid down the wall to sit (not the most comfortable thing in the world but who cared), hands sliding down Bunta's thighs as his head tilted back to peer up at his friend. He honestly didn't think he could hold Bunta up long enough to get the job done and this way the worst that could happen was some rugburn and not a wrenched back. "So you're in charge."
Bunta stared, just a little shocked over the idea of being in charge this time. His shock didn't last long, ebbing away to leave behind an almost bewitched look on impish features when he shifted, guided down as much by those hands trailing along his thighs as he was by the words and the mental picture they painted. He straddled Akaya, carefully positioning himself until his legs snuggly fit to each side of slender hips and his bottom lightly nestled his lover's length. They could have been in the middle of a tea party and he wouldn't have cared if the low moan that escaped him were heard, wrenched from his lips when he tentatively seated himself inch-by-inch. He paused every so often, trembling not from pain but excitement, even though he wasn't immune to the discomfort that earned Akaya the torturous wait while he stretched and adjusted to the invasion taking place.
Self-control had always been one of Akaya's weak points, and now was no different. So obviously it was difficult to not just jerk up or push down - to let the other man take is (goddamn almost irritatingly sweet) time getting where he wanted to be. He shifted slightly, hands slidng up Bunta's legs and gripping his hips tightly; a hissed breath released slowly. Impatient? Fuck yes.
He licked his bottom lip, locked hazy eyes drugged with need on his lover, and then finally whispered on a low mewl the demand for more that was never far from tumbling off his tongue in moments like these, especially with the sexy elf who held his hips prisoner and sported that look of impatience. "Now, Akaya!" he demanded, rocking his hips just slightly to let his lover know that he wasn't doing all the damn work on his own.
"Now, what?" Akaya asked innocently - of course he was going to make Bunta do all (most of) the work, there was a reason the other man was currently on top. Hips rocked lightly (not so easy when you had someone weighing more than you more or less pinning them down), fingers digging into Bunta's skin as sharp breaths were inhaled. "Can't do much of anything from down here, duh." Just to point that particular fact out.
Bunta's eyes flared with heat, hissed breath drawn when the hips below him rocked slowly, almost as if in complaint that he wasn't already riding Akaya hard. "Need a damn bed." He half whined, finally unable to sit still any longer. His head dropped to deliver a sharp bite to his lover's bottom lip when he started to move, at first slow and steady, just to drive the other as mad as he could manage. "You can touch me." He pointed out, issuing his own complaint against the lack of hands moving over his flesh.
"Was planning on it." Akaya breathed, jerking against the other man about as much as he could. Hands slid up Bunta's back. short nails scratching over pale skin as his head tilted and mouth latched onto his lover's throat; suckling lightly before letting teeth scrape and nip at the reddening flesh. One hand slid down over Bunta's side and slipped between their bodies, fingers curling around the other's erection and stroking slowly with a light grip.
"God," Bunta breathed as a shudder worked its way up his spine, petite frame wracked with pleasure. His eyes slid shut about the time nipping teeth and stroking fingers teased him into finally moving. Bunta shamelessly curled his hands over his lover's shoulders, hanging on for the leverage it would give in aiding to lift his body when his ride began.
"Harder, Akaya." He demanded, liking the feel of nipping teeth far too much to settle for just that light teasing, even if each rise and fall of his body tried to distract him from the haze of fire fanning outward from the spot suckled and nipped at.
He really wasn't one to ignore such a demand; to Akaya it was just another way to mark Bunta as his. Teeth sunk mercilessly into the other's skin, working to make the spot darker and only pausing to run his tongue lightly over it when the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. He grunted, hand picking up speed and timing to the rhythm the other man set; heavy breaths let out with each roll of his own hips. And hell, if Bunta was this into things in public places, they really needed to go out more often.
Bunta dipped his head and latched onto a patch of skin just to the right of his lover's shoulder, muffling the frantic sounds that escaped his mouth. He wasn't sure if the thought of possible discovery excited him so much, or if it were simply the act of indulging in the scandalous with Akaya that made his blood sing, but whatever it was, the fact remained that he all but exploded with sensuality, body rising and falling with varied speeds from slow and torturous to fast and frantic.
A low moan rumbled in Akaya's chest; a quick breath sucked in as his head lulled back and his body rocked, one hand clawing at Bunta's back while the other continued to work along the others' length. Goddamnit he was going to have rugburns on his ass later but he was thinking that may not have been particularly important - a little pain was definately worth it.
Bunta didn't want to know whose ears were listening in outside that dressing room. And he was fairly certain someone's somewhere were, but oddly enough the thought excited him far more than it unnerved him, just as long as he didn't have to look that person in the face afterwards. His mouth parted on a low moan that rose higher with each rise and fall of his ass, gliding up and down the length filling him. Then, when he was so certain he couldn't hold back the demands that trembled on his tongue, he latched onto his lover once again. Bunta sank his teeth down, muffling the mingled cries of pleasure and raging excitement Akaya wrung from him with each stroke of an attentive hand over his erection.
Soon, but not yet, he told himself determined to prolong the maddening torment for as long as he could.
"Hurry up." Akaya grunted, eyes narrowing to slits and wincing slightly when teeth sunk into his skin. Impatient as always, obviously, but he was close enough to the point where his body was trembling and breathing became labored; his hand faltering slightly before picking up its former pace. Pent up sexual frustration was the bane of his existance at at the moment he would've been quite happy to get it done and over with; and maybe have another go once they got back to their hotel room. Which seemed like a grand idea, what with the bed and lack of rugburns and all that.
"Fuck, ya better make it last longer, later." Bunta growled against Akaya's shoulder. He trembled, assaulted by the sensations already overwhelming his ability to stave off the climax clawing at his gut. And then he forgot that he so would have told Akaya to bite him under any other circumstance, and been intent on getting things his way, except at that moment the only thing that held his attention was the blinding, white-hot wave of pleasure that wracked his body making him shudder when his release fought its way past his contrary nature to send him spiraling past the precipice he'd been hanging onto by a thread.
"Deal," the younger man mumbled on a hitched breath, his own hips slamming as hard as they could back up against Bunta; desperate for the release that would soon come - just a little more, the semen splattered over his hand and belly only serving to fuel raw lust and encourage him to work harder. His hand slid away from the other's erection only to grasp Bunta's hips, pushing and pulling, lifting and dropping the other man in such a way that soon pushed Akaya over the edge; eyes wrenching shut and teeth latching down on a bare shoulder as his body trembled in the aftermath.
Sooner or later he was going to show Akaya 'dealing', but right then Bunta decided he was way too wiped out to move. He slumped against his lover; trembling beneath the fading wave of euphoric ecstasy that held him enthralled, panted breaths fanning across sweat peppered skin, and knew he wanted a repeat as soon as his body could manage one. But preferably, he thought with a grimace when he was finally aware of the ache in his knees, somewhere with a bed.
Several minutes passed as Akaya rested against the wall, his grip on Bunta's hips loosening to eventually let his arms curl loosely around that other man's waist. He didn't particularly want to get up or move but the irritated knocking and voice he didn't understand outside their stall had roused him enough to make a face and grumble, shifting slightly beneath Bunta. "...I think we gotta go. Up."
Bunta bit back the sharp I don't want to that threatened to spill from his tongue, and let himself be guided to his feet. "Nosy busybodies." He grumbled beneath his breath, before searching for the clothes he had so willingly discarded before their wild romp in the changing room. Not that he understood a word of what was being uttered outside that door, because he didn't. However, considering his rising paranoia he could so guess what was on the person's mind.
With only minor difficulty Akaya dragged himself up off the floor, tugging the condom off and tossing it into a corner (sure it was gross but did he care? No.); a foot nudging around the floor for his clothes. He hadn't the slightest clue what the lady was saying but it didn't sound good. So clothes were tugged on (messily) and hangers of extras were hung from his hand and he stepped forward, pausing only to wait for his companion to finish getting his own clothes on and things to be purchased sorted out. "I'm hungry." Their escapade had most definitely zapped most of his energy and what was a better way to get it back than food? Sounded like a plan to him, anyway - but first they had to get out of this damn store.
"Call for something when we get back." Bunta snarled under his breath, after fumbling his way into his clothes and smoothing his hair into some semblance of order, only to realize he wasn't going to be able to avoid the look he received when that door was fully open and leaving them vulnerable to the scandalized light in dark eyes that stared them down.
He gulped, shot his lover a look that clearly stated you deal with it and hurried his way toward the first register he saw, once he stuffed what he planned to buy under his arm.
An annoyed look was shot to Bunta's retreating back before a clueless one masked Akaya's face when he turned to face the woman currently speaking way too fast in a tone he didn't like in a language he didn't understand. He stayed quiet for a moment before simply shrugging and walking away, leaving the woman in a huff as she stalked towards the back of the store.
"You coulda waited," He said as he came up behind his friend, his own few choices dropped on the counter for the clerk to ring up. "Since it's coming out of my wallet and all."
"Didn't wanna deal with it." Bunta answered without a bit of shame, eyes kept on the items being rung up and the price that was finally given. He was reaching for the bags each item had been neatly folded and shoved into when violet eyes happened to snag something that didn't look too promising.
"Uh, Akaya." He murmured, nudging his lover with his elbow a second later.
"What." Akaya replied distractedly, fishing through his wallet to pull out the correct amount of money to pay for their purchases and handing it to the clerk. Paying attention? Definitely not and when a hand rested on his shoulder he simply tried to shrug it off. "Leggo and grab your stuff."
"Akaya, I don't think he understands German." Bunta mumbled in a side whisper, eyes still locked on the burly man whose hand was latched onto his friend. Seriously, he knew that his companion probably believed it was him, and he should have been a bit more assertive in pointing out that it wasn't, but right then he found his ability to coherently reply with anything other than a soft explanation of, "Oh shit." Lost completely.
"Huh?" His head turned to peer at his friend... who most definately wasn't touching him. A slight feeling of dread swept over him as he turned to face the man behind him, a confused and curious look cast on him; eventually turning back to Bunta and whispering, "Well if he don't speak it, the hell does he want with me?" ...Somehow it seemed wise not to ignore the much larger man and back to facing him Akaya went, the confused look still plain as day. "Uh, hi?"
Bunta made out only a few words of what was tumbling out of an angry mouth seconds later, catching phrases like inappropriate conduct, indecent, and surely they had enough of a sense of propriety to behave themselves in public. Which, he seriously doubted the guy even understood the definitions of half those words and were only using them to make himself look big, which he didn't have to, since he was fucking huge as it was. He licked his bottom lip, mind spinning from the English words that fell between them, and his attempt to decipher them. Why was it everyone always assumed they were English, just because their skin was pale? He hated that, even if he could speak the language a little better than his friend who was staying far too silent throughout the whole lecture.
"Akaya, do something!" he hissed, shifting closer to the silent man, and fully expecting for him to take over when it seemed like the man was expecting an answer.
Several murmured curses fell from Akaya's lips as he looked up to the hulking man. Damnit! He could talk his way out of just about anything - in German, that was; English was a hell of a lot more difficult but given it was required for him to take his class in English at the university, he'd learned to cope (even if he'd managed to hunt down German copies of his text books). So right, he could do this.
However his plan didn't seem to involve talking, but more of making himself seem so damn pathetic the man would just leave them alone. "I don't speak English." A lie of course, but who cared? With his purposely heavy accent and (purposely) badly pronounced words, all was good, he truely did sound like he couldn't speak a lick of the damn language. Good enough for him.
The guard paused; registering the heavily accented words about the time he realized one boy all but hid behind another. He drew a breath large enough to puff out his chest, reached across to shove what bags remained on the counter at the two teens, and then with a snarl pointed the way toward the door. "You are banned from these premises." Which surely was enough to convince Bunta that snagging his friend's hand to drag him toward said door was a good idea, especially since he was fairly intelligent and horrible at lying, so if the dumb bastard actually noticed him understanding he'd have to try and explain his way out of the situation.
He didn't even want to think about that.
As soon as they'd gotten outside and a reasonable distance away from the shop Akaya grinned, tossing his bags to carry over his shoulder. "Did we just get kicked out of there?" Well duh, they had, but he seemed very amused by the very thought of it. Because really, they had what they needed and they'd only be in the country for another week and a half or so. Plenty of time to find another store.
"Banned for life, I think." Bunta replied. His cheeks burned bright red, but his lips still twitched with amusement. Their vacation in Korea was a short one, especially compared to others. However, as short as it was...
"Wanna see how many more we can get thrown out of, before we go back?" He was kidding.
Maybe.
What: Bunta needs clothes. They go shopping. Porn in the store ensues.
Marui Bunta narrowed his eyes on his best friend. His lips were turned down into a show of 'I'm not letting you get your way' of major proportions. "I don't see what so bad about them." He heaved a frustrated sigh, and then raked a hand through strawberry colored locks long since knocked askew by the many times he had come up against the wall of Akaya's stubbornness during their shopping trip.
Bunta, having lost his luggage, was in need of clothes. Which, of course, meant Akaya was going along for the ride and buying some too, or he'd have a pouting redhead on his hands.
"They're pink, for one thing." Akaya grumped, shoving the 'lovely' pair of pants Bunta'd handed him back on the rack. "And they're really damn gay looking." ...So what was wrong with blue jeans and a tshirt? And maybe some plaid? Nothing, as far as Akaya was concerned. "I ain't wearin' em."
"No they aren't." Bunta denied with an inward snicker. "You just don't want to admit you look good in something so gay." Mischievous eyes skipped over the rack, narrowing as they spied a nifty looking pair of mauve slacks. "How about these?" he asked with an innocent smile, reaching out to pull them free.
"If it ain't black or blue, I ain't wearing it." Yes, he was going to be stubborn, damnit. This was exactly why he liked shopping by himself. He knew what he liked and no one, not even his best friend could try to persuade him otherwise.
Bunta bit his lip, eyeing his friend with a devious look, before he half whined, "But I think you'd look hot in them, Akaya." Okay, he was only half joking with Akaya, since he really didn't expect his friend to cave over their bone of contention. Yet, he damn well wanted to see the sexy lawyer-to-be at least try them on, if for no other reason than to give Bunta a chance to secretly ogle him.
The look on Akaya's face clearly said 'don't fuck with me'. His lips curled down into a small frown, eyebrows furrowing together and lips pursing in a twinge of annoyance. "I think I'll look like a goddamn clown in them." And obviously what he thought was more important. Interesting coming from a guy who'd just as soon look like a lumberjack and be damn comfortable at the same time.
"Fine, then I'll wear them." Bunta snapped, annoyed by his friends stingy attitude. He snatched the other pair of slacks off the rack and stomped toward the direction of the dressing room. He adored his best friend, really. But sometimes Akaya could be such a self-centered asshole, especially when it came to pleasing himself or pleasing someone else.
"Good, they'll match your hair." There was method to Akaya's madness, really. Like making his friend wear everything that had originally been picked out for him. ...It all looked better on him anyway, Bunta had the sort of body that he could make just about anything look good. Akaya on the other hand was the sort that only looked good (so he thought) in a few different styles.
He sauntered after Bunta at a sedate pace, tugging a decent looking shirt off the rack and tossing it over his shoulder as various articles of clothing were pawed through and selected. Yeah, there was his wardrobe for the next two weeks right there.
Bunta stopped just before the dressing room and turned to shoot a quick warning look toward the man following him. "That had better not be a dig about my hair, Akaya." He growled softly, teeth grinding together over the thought that his best friend would ridicule him. He gave the warning time to settle between them, before flouncing into the small cubicle where he set about hanging his selections on the hook provided.
"No, it was an observation." Akaya replied flippantly, not particularly caring for the look one of the saleswomen gave him when he followed the other man into the booth. If Bunta wanted to be a pain in the neck, he could buy his own clothes.
"Close the curtain." He mumbled, already unbuttoning the shirt he'd stolen from the elf that didn't hesitate to follow him into the booth. It wasn't like Akaya hadn't ever seen him naked before, right? There wasn't any reason to suddenly spazz deep inside, mentally groaning when an imaginative mind went to work calling up all sorts of visions connected to what the redhead could be doing with his best friend when clothes started to fall away, leaving pale skin illuminated by the harsh light above them.
Without a word he did as he was told, yanking thick fabric closed and turning slightly to hang up his own few picks. Hands dropped to his waist, tugging his shirt up over his head and dumping it on the floor. He'd never particularly cared about being naked in front of... well anyone really, and this was no different - not that trying on a shirt necessarily meant he needed to get completely naked. ...besides the point. Akaya tugged the first shirt off its hanger and shrugged it on, tugging slightly at soft fabric and fingers moving over the buttons.
Bunta stood, dazed by the show he was getting, totally forgetting that once upon a time he would have beaten his best friend in disrobing and redressing in their choice of clothing. However, that was during a time he wasn't very intimately acquainted with the torso his eyes were glued to. He easily became distracted by memories of having nipped and nibbled his way over those muscles, tasting each one with gentle bites and a lave of tongue.
He really couldn't believe he was thinking the things that suddenly flew through his mind, all which were thoughts that had a low groan vibrating in his throat and a heated blush covering his cheeks. Not here of all places, Bunta told himself as he tried to shake off the heat starting to enflame his blood, bringing with it a sensual light that warmed the eyes that couldn't tear themselves away from Akaya's hands as they moved over each button to do the shirt up.
"Told you the pink would kill you." Paying attention to his friend? Hell no, he was busy; all he could hear was a groan that sounded suspiciously like 'yes Akaya, you were right, it is stupid'. The shirt was buttoned the rest of the way - save the top two and he let his hands drop to his sides. Looked good, in his opinion and even more it was comfortable. And not pink. "Keep."
"Akaya," Bunta tested his voice, thinking right then was the perfect time to contradict his friend about the color pink. Only, somehow the words didn't make it out of his mouth, buried beneath the lust suddenly filling his brain with bad, oh so bad thoughts. He suddenly didn't care about where they were, or that people were outside the flimsy barrier of a curtain. In fact, his concern was so nonexistent when he took a step toward Akaya, hand fluttering upward to snag the last button slipped into his nested home, just to undo it again.
He wasn't sure where his streak of brazenness came from, but cared even less when his fingertips brushed over warm skin along the way toward the next button. If Akaya had a complaint about his work being ruined then he could bite him, Bunta thought dazedly as his tongue snaked out to lick over a bottom lip that ached to be nibbled on as much as he ached to nibble on the patch of bare collar he had been privileged to spy just seconds before.
...Okay, he was going to take it off to try the next one on anyway, so definitely no complaints there; particularly when a warm tongue slid over his skin. Public place? Who the hell gave a fuck? Akaya's hands raised to start plucking buttons loose from the bottom, a quiet purr rumbling in his chest. Eventually his hands dropped again, more than willing to let Bunta do as he pleased. Because hell if the other man was going to take initiative for once Akaya sure as hell wasn't going to stop him.
One taste wasn't good enough for the redhead that soon had buttons undone, and was far to gone in a haze of yearning to care that his hands trembled with a need to taste and devouring when they pushed Akaya's shirt from toned shoulders. A quiet purr rumbled in his throat, greeting the broad expanse of skin his tongue flicked over randomly between gentle nibbles. And yet, as far gone as he was in his quest to explore, Bunta wasn't so lost that a lowly whispered, "Want you." Couldn't make itself heard between each breath that he took.
Who the hell cared that they were in a public place? Certainly not Bunta, not when he was so close to Akaya that the warmth of soft skin tantalized him.
"So take what you want." Akaya murmured, leaning back against the wall. Hands raised to skim up along Bunta's arms to his shoulders and letting fingers dig gently into the muscle there. No, he definitely wasn't caring about what anyone could or couldn't hear coming from their booth.
Bunta grinned suddenly, amused by the image that order gave life too. However, as tempting as it was, he still didn't have enough confidence to take the lead between them. Not yet, anyway. "No, but you can take me." He playfully replied, flicking his tongue out to trail it languidly over a pert nub coming alive for him.
"Whatever works." he hissed, a sharp breath inhaled as his skin tingled under the others' tongue. A hand slid down Bunta's shoulder to his chest and lower past his stomach; fingers fumbling with button and zip of the others' pants impatiently. There was only so long he could behave himself, really.
"That definitely works," Bunta agreed, impatiently waiting through his pant being undone, button hastily slid free and zipper lowered. He shifted, frustrated with the wait he had to undergo, and then pushed Akaya's hands away to shove his pants down slender legs. He kicked them off to the side with a soft exclamation of satisfaction when his legs were free, hands returning to the body he had been working on undressing to attack the pants his friend still wore.
Someone was definitely eager - what a nice stroke to the ego that was. Hips shifted slightly, working to shrug off his own trousers as his shirt slid down over his shoulders. "So hurry the hell up." Akaya grunted, a hand sliding down Bunta's hip and pulling him closer.
"Trying." He huffed out with a frustrated growl, damning the articles of clothing to hell, until each one fell away and left soft skin bare to his touch. Finally, Bunta thought as he shot a triumphant smile upward, gaze just eager as the hand that floated downward to wrap lean fingers around his lover's hardening erection.
"Well try harder." He hissed, jerking against Bunta's hand; head dipping to catch the other's lips in a heated kiss. His hand slipped around the other man's waist, pulling him flush against his body and letting fingers slid down over Bunta's rear.
"Akaya!" he half whimpered half moaned beneath the heat of the kiss that melted him from the inside out. Bunta forgot about the people who had to be coming and going from the stalls connected to theirs, lost in the thought that he didn't want to wait any longer for what he wanted when what he longed for was sliding his fingers teasingly over his rear. Yet, wait he would, at least until he couldn't stand waiting anymore and was content that he had pushed his lover close to the edge with each stroke of his hand over the length he reverently pumped with rhythmic strokes.
"Where the hell's my bag." Akaya grumbled quietly against the other's mouth, a shiver running through his spine as Bunta's hand worked over his length. The small messenger bag, of course, containing several quite useful things he'd taken to carrying around with him - too many times of not having anything to work with when he, or Bunta for that matter had wanted to get laid had finally wisened him up. He definitely was not a fan of blue balls.
"Dunno," He said between each nip and hungry nibble, teeth scraping over a plump bottom lip and savoring each taste he took. "Floor, I think." Not that Bunta could think right then, because he was certain his brain had long since been liquefied by the heat melting him from the inside out. It didn't take long for his own playing to drive him past a brink of reasoning, wanting something more than to have his hand wrapped around the length he wanted buried deep inside him, despite the initial discomfort he knew would greet him, before it faded to leave a mind numbing fullness behind.
"Dunno, but hurry and find it, Akaya!" Whoever said submissive partners were supposed to be meek and accepting didn't know Marui Bunta, because he was as demanding as anyone could be, especially when he was going up in flames and craved the ecstasy he knew his lover could give him.
As much as he would've enjoyed staying right where he was, there were things that were a hell of a lot more pleasurable if he'd give up this particular endevour. So with a slight reluctance Akaya pushed the other back a bit and stooped, pawing around on the floor to catch the strap on his bag; yanking it open and pawing through it. Ah ha!
The condom was shoved into Bunta's hand as he got back to his feet and leaned back against the wall, top twisted off the the small tube of lubricant with a slightly wicked grin. "C'mere." How, exactly, they were going to go about doing this without falling out of the booth entirely he wasn't sure, but he'd be damned if he didn't figure something out.
Bunta did as bidden, gravitating to his lover with eyes darkening steadily with desire. He stopped just a hairsbreadth from the other, eager eyes lowering to trace hungrily over the length he reached out to trail a finger over. He fisted his fingers around the condom he held, drew a breath that was supposed to be steadying, yet, was everything but. "Yeah?" he questioned softly, giving Akaya a chance to fully take the lead and tell him what he wanted.
"What." Akaya hissed, arms curling tightly around the other man's waist; hands working quickly to spread the lube over his fingers. One hand slid down over Bunta's rear, fingers teasing over his entrance as one worked its way in with a bit of difficulty. "Gimme a hand here," He murmured, free hand sliding down to tug lightly at Bunta's leg.
Bunta grinned impishly when he slid a leg upward, curling it until it hooked over his lover's hip, ankle snagging behind the toned back he swore would some day carry his mark in the form of crimson scratches. "How much of a hand?" he asked softly, already shifting to loop his arms around Akaya's neck to steady himself when teasing fingers slid over his entrance. Pale features twisted with a bit of discomfort at the invasion a moment later, bringing with it a shiver of pleasure he couldn't deny despite the dull bite of pain.
"As much as you can." He grunted, finger twisting inside the other man; another soon joining to work at preparing him. His arm tightend around Bunta's back as his head dipped, tongue flicking over his friend's neck before teeth latched down on pale skin with the intent to mark.
"God, Akaya!" Bunta exclaimed, writhing against the dual sensations hazing his brain. Pleasured pain from teeth marking and fingers working to prepare him, just that. Yet, both were enough to fan the flames already burning, making him burn and want more.
"Keep it down, will ya?"He murmured against Bunta's neck. Akaya had no particular desire to get kicked out of the store just yet - with any luck that wouldn't happen until after he got his rocks off. It didn't take much longer for him to decide the other was ready, fingers pulled free and a light smack delivered to Bunta's rump. "Down."
Bunta shifted his head, delivering a sharp bite to Akaya's ear. It was a reminder that it wasn't always so easy to keep it down, especially when his blood ran hot with need. He whimpered, pulling away and allowing his leg to fall with a questioning look soon to follow. "Now what?" he asked a second later, fingers tightening about the condom he still held while he wondered if it was his turn to play, finally.
Akaya hissed softly, head tilting backwards against the wall and peering down at the other man through narrowed eyes. A rather smug look crossed his face as fingers trailed up Bunta's sides teasingly. "Do your thing." In many ways he'd be letting his friend take most control in this particular endevour (and why the hell not, most of the time he did all the work - it was only fair).
He shivered, attention arrested as much by those words as it was by the fingers teasingly dancing along his sides, sliding along soft skin to tickle and torment his senses. His smile wasn't long in coming, emerging just seconds before the sound of foil tearing graced the air and the torturously slow administrations of hands that cautious slid a condom over the hardness trapped between them. "Now what?" Bunta questioned again, unashamedly allowing Akaya to set the boundaries of their play, and anticipating whatever his lover could throw his way.
"Now you get to do your job." With a nip to the other's lip Akaya slid down the wall to sit (not the most comfortable thing in the world but who cared), hands sliding down Bunta's thighs as his head tilted back to peer up at his friend. He honestly didn't think he could hold Bunta up long enough to get the job done and this way the worst that could happen was some rugburn and not a wrenched back. "So you're in charge."
Bunta stared, just a little shocked over the idea of being in charge this time. His shock didn't last long, ebbing away to leave behind an almost bewitched look on impish features when he shifted, guided down as much by those hands trailing along his thighs as he was by the words and the mental picture they painted. He straddled Akaya, carefully positioning himself until his legs snuggly fit to each side of slender hips and his bottom lightly nestled his lover's length. They could have been in the middle of a tea party and he wouldn't have cared if the low moan that escaped him were heard, wrenched from his lips when he tentatively seated himself inch-by-inch. He paused every so often, trembling not from pain but excitement, even though he wasn't immune to the discomfort that earned Akaya the torturous wait while he stretched and adjusted to the invasion taking place.
Self-control had always been one of Akaya's weak points, and now was no different. So obviously it was difficult to not just jerk up or push down - to let the other man take is (goddamn almost irritatingly sweet) time getting where he wanted to be. He shifted slightly, hands slidng up Bunta's legs and gripping his hips tightly; a hissed breath released slowly. Impatient? Fuck yes.
He licked his bottom lip, locked hazy eyes drugged with need on his lover, and then finally whispered on a low mewl the demand for more that was never far from tumbling off his tongue in moments like these, especially with the sexy elf who held his hips prisoner and sported that look of impatience. "Now, Akaya!" he demanded, rocking his hips just slightly to let his lover know that he wasn't doing all the damn work on his own.
"Now, what?" Akaya asked innocently - of course he was going to make Bunta do all (most of) the work, there was a reason the other man was currently on top. Hips rocked lightly (not so easy when you had someone weighing more than you more or less pinning them down), fingers digging into Bunta's skin as sharp breaths were inhaled. "Can't do much of anything from down here, duh." Just to point that particular fact out.
Bunta's eyes flared with heat, hissed breath drawn when the hips below him rocked slowly, almost as if in complaint that he wasn't already riding Akaya hard. "Need a damn bed." He half whined, finally unable to sit still any longer. His head dropped to deliver a sharp bite to his lover's bottom lip when he started to move, at first slow and steady, just to drive the other as mad as he could manage. "You can touch me." He pointed out, issuing his own complaint against the lack of hands moving over his flesh.
"Was planning on it." Akaya breathed, jerking against the other man about as much as he could. Hands slid up Bunta's back. short nails scratching over pale skin as his head tilted and mouth latched onto his lover's throat; suckling lightly before letting teeth scrape and nip at the reddening flesh. One hand slid down over Bunta's side and slipped between their bodies, fingers curling around the other's erection and stroking slowly with a light grip.
"God," Bunta breathed as a shudder worked its way up his spine, petite frame wracked with pleasure. His eyes slid shut about the time nipping teeth and stroking fingers teased him into finally moving. Bunta shamelessly curled his hands over his lover's shoulders, hanging on for the leverage it would give in aiding to lift his body when his ride began.
"Harder, Akaya." He demanded, liking the feel of nipping teeth far too much to settle for just that light teasing, even if each rise and fall of his body tried to distract him from the haze of fire fanning outward from the spot suckled and nipped at.
He really wasn't one to ignore such a demand; to Akaya it was just another way to mark Bunta as his. Teeth sunk mercilessly into the other's skin, working to make the spot darker and only pausing to run his tongue lightly over it when the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. He grunted, hand picking up speed and timing to the rhythm the other man set; heavy breaths let out with each roll of his own hips. And hell, if Bunta was this into things in public places, they really needed to go out more often.
Bunta dipped his head and latched onto a patch of skin just to the right of his lover's shoulder, muffling the frantic sounds that escaped his mouth. He wasn't sure if the thought of possible discovery excited him so much, or if it were simply the act of indulging in the scandalous with Akaya that made his blood sing, but whatever it was, the fact remained that he all but exploded with sensuality, body rising and falling with varied speeds from slow and torturous to fast and frantic.
A low moan rumbled in Akaya's chest; a quick breath sucked in as his head lulled back and his body rocked, one hand clawing at Bunta's back while the other continued to work along the others' length. Goddamnit he was going to have rugburns on his ass later but he was thinking that may not have been particularly important - a little pain was definately worth it.
Bunta didn't want to know whose ears were listening in outside that dressing room. And he was fairly certain someone's somewhere were, but oddly enough the thought excited him far more than it unnerved him, just as long as he didn't have to look that person in the face afterwards. His mouth parted on a low moan that rose higher with each rise and fall of his ass, gliding up and down the length filling him. Then, when he was so certain he couldn't hold back the demands that trembled on his tongue, he latched onto his lover once again. Bunta sank his teeth down, muffling the mingled cries of pleasure and raging excitement Akaya wrung from him with each stroke of an attentive hand over his erection.
Soon, but not yet, he told himself determined to prolong the maddening torment for as long as he could.
"Hurry up." Akaya grunted, eyes narrowing to slits and wincing slightly when teeth sunk into his skin. Impatient as always, obviously, but he was close enough to the point where his body was trembling and breathing became labored; his hand faltering slightly before picking up its former pace. Pent up sexual frustration was the bane of his existance at at the moment he would've been quite happy to get it done and over with; and maybe have another go once they got back to their hotel room. Which seemed like a grand idea, what with the bed and lack of rugburns and all that.
"Fuck, ya better make it last longer, later." Bunta growled against Akaya's shoulder. He trembled, assaulted by the sensations already overwhelming his ability to stave off the climax clawing at his gut. And then he forgot that he so would have told Akaya to bite him under any other circumstance, and been intent on getting things his way, except at that moment the only thing that held his attention was the blinding, white-hot wave of pleasure that wracked his body making him shudder when his release fought its way past his contrary nature to send him spiraling past the precipice he'd been hanging onto by a thread.
"Deal," the younger man mumbled on a hitched breath, his own hips slamming as hard as they could back up against Bunta; desperate for the release that would soon come - just a little more, the semen splattered over his hand and belly only serving to fuel raw lust and encourage him to work harder. His hand slid away from the other's erection only to grasp Bunta's hips, pushing and pulling, lifting and dropping the other man in such a way that soon pushed Akaya over the edge; eyes wrenching shut and teeth latching down on a bare shoulder as his body trembled in the aftermath.
Sooner or later he was going to show Akaya 'dealing', but right then Bunta decided he was way too wiped out to move. He slumped against his lover; trembling beneath the fading wave of euphoric ecstasy that held him enthralled, panted breaths fanning across sweat peppered skin, and knew he wanted a repeat as soon as his body could manage one. But preferably, he thought with a grimace when he was finally aware of the ache in his knees, somewhere with a bed.
Several minutes passed as Akaya rested against the wall, his grip on Bunta's hips loosening to eventually let his arms curl loosely around that other man's waist. He didn't particularly want to get up or move but the irritated knocking and voice he didn't understand outside their stall had roused him enough to make a face and grumble, shifting slightly beneath Bunta. "...I think we gotta go. Up."
Bunta bit back the sharp I don't want to that threatened to spill from his tongue, and let himself be guided to his feet. "Nosy busybodies." He grumbled beneath his breath, before searching for the clothes he had so willingly discarded before their wild romp in the changing room. Not that he understood a word of what was being uttered outside that door, because he didn't. However, considering his rising paranoia he could so guess what was on the person's mind.
With only minor difficulty Akaya dragged himself up off the floor, tugging the condom off and tossing it into a corner (sure it was gross but did he care? No.); a foot nudging around the floor for his clothes. He hadn't the slightest clue what the lady was saying but it didn't sound good. So clothes were tugged on (messily) and hangers of extras were hung from his hand and he stepped forward, pausing only to wait for his companion to finish getting his own clothes on and things to be purchased sorted out. "I'm hungry." Their escapade had most definitely zapped most of his energy and what was a better way to get it back than food? Sounded like a plan to him, anyway - but first they had to get out of this damn store.
"Call for something when we get back." Bunta snarled under his breath, after fumbling his way into his clothes and smoothing his hair into some semblance of order, only to realize he wasn't going to be able to avoid the look he received when that door was fully open and leaving them vulnerable to the scandalized light in dark eyes that stared them down.
He gulped, shot his lover a look that clearly stated you deal with it and hurried his way toward the first register he saw, once he stuffed what he planned to buy under his arm.
An annoyed look was shot to Bunta's retreating back before a clueless one masked Akaya's face when he turned to face the woman currently speaking way too fast in a tone he didn't like in a language he didn't understand. He stayed quiet for a moment before simply shrugging and walking away, leaving the woman in a huff as she stalked towards the back of the store.
"You coulda waited," He said as he came up behind his friend, his own few choices dropped on the counter for the clerk to ring up. "Since it's coming out of my wallet and all."
"Didn't wanna deal with it." Bunta answered without a bit of shame, eyes kept on the items being rung up and the price that was finally given. He was reaching for the bags each item had been neatly folded and shoved into when violet eyes happened to snag something that didn't look too promising.
"Uh, Akaya." He murmured, nudging his lover with his elbow a second later.
"What." Akaya replied distractedly, fishing through his wallet to pull out the correct amount of money to pay for their purchases and handing it to the clerk. Paying attention? Definitely not and when a hand rested on his shoulder he simply tried to shrug it off. "Leggo and grab your stuff."
"Akaya, I don't think he understands German." Bunta mumbled in a side whisper, eyes still locked on the burly man whose hand was latched onto his friend. Seriously, he knew that his companion probably believed it was him, and he should have been a bit more assertive in pointing out that it wasn't, but right then he found his ability to coherently reply with anything other than a soft explanation of, "Oh shit." Lost completely.
"Huh?" His head turned to peer at his friend... who most definately wasn't touching him. A slight feeling of dread swept over him as he turned to face the man behind him, a confused and curious look cast on him; eventually turning back to Bunta and whispering, "Well if he don't speak it, the hell does he want with me?" ...Somehow it seemed wise not to ignore the much larger man and back to facing him Akaya went, the confused look still plain as day. "Uh, hi?"
Bunta made out only a few words of what was tumbling out of an angry mouth seconds later, catching phrases like inappropriate conduct, indecent, and surely they had enough of a sense of propriety to behave themselves in public. Which, he seriously doubted the guy even understood the definitions of half those words and were only using them to make himself look big, which he didn't have to, since he was fucking huge as it was. He licked his bottom lip, mind spinning from the English words that fell between them, and his attempt to decipher them. Why was it everyone always assumed they were English, just because their skin was pale? He hated that, even if he could speak the language a little better than his friend who was staying far too silent throughout the whole lecture.
"Akaya, do something!" he hissed, shifting closer to the silent man, and fully expecting for him to take over when it seemed like the man was expecting an answer.
Several murmured curses fell from Akaya's lips as he looked up to the hulking man. Damnit! He could talk his way out of just about anything - in German, that was; English was a hell of a lot more difficult but given it was required for him to take his class in English at the university, he'd learned to cope (even if he'd managed to hunt down German copies of his text books). So right, he could do this.
However his plan didn't seem to involve talking, but more of making himself seem so damn pathetic the man would just leave them alone. "I don't speak English." A lie of course, but who cared? With his purposely heavy accent and (purposely) badly pronounced words, all was good, he truely did sound like he couldn't speak a lick of the damn language. Good enough for him.
The guard paused; registering the heavily accented words about the time he realized one boy all but hid behind another. He drew a breath large enough to puff out his chest, reached across to shove what bags remained on the counter at the two teens, and then with a snarl pointed the way toward the door. "You are banned from these premises." Which surely was enough to convince Bunta that snagging his friend's hand to drag him toward said door was a good idea, especially since he was fairly intelligent and horrible at lying, so if the dumb bastard actually noticed him understanding he'd have to try and explain his way out of the situation.
He didn't even want to think about that.
As soon as they'd gotten outside and a reasonable distance away from the shop Akaya grinned, tossing his bags to carry over his shoulder. "Did we just get kicked out of there?" Well duh, they had, but he seemed very amused by the very thought of it. Because really, they had what they needed and they'd only be in the country for another week and a half or so. Plenty of time to find another store.
"Banned for life, I think." Bunta replied. His cheeks burned bright red, but his lips still twitched with amusement. Their vacation in Korea was a short one, especially compared to others. However, as short as it was...
"Wanna see how many more we can get thrown out of, before we go back?" He was kidding.
Maybe.