Simple things. [CLOSED]

[thewarisover]

Characters: Dojima and Roy
Location: in their room, at their apartment
Rating: G(?)
Time: December 10, so very late in the evening that it might as well be the 11th already
Description: After the party...

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[smokersona]

Dojima was never a social butterfly. He was the man who talked when spoken to, the one who stood in his own little space and observed those around him. Back in Inaba, he had always been the congregating point, the inexplicable draw for those officers and employees and attendees otherwise unattached to any other parties. In Death City, he finally had his peace, peace to go where he would unimpeded and speak to who he wished without worry of eavesdropping. He wasn't the greatest hand at social events, but they still left him tired, a little worn around the edges. Just another task to work through and endure.

While not high in the social graces department, Dojima was still a meticulous man. Each task performed and seen through to the end, from work to the simple. daily things. Coat hung up properly, shoes in their proper corner, tie undone, set aside. He couldn't quite help but notice the other man, sprawled out akimbo and rumpled like yesterday's laundry.

Someone had to fix that.

"Tired out already?" The teasing query, as he approached, moving to stand over the younger man, head tilting just so with the faint strains of amusement in his tone.

[thewarisover]

"Incredibly," was the mumbled response, from under the weight of that arm. Still, now that Dojima was in...

Roy reluctantly lifted up his other arm, with the full intent of bringing his hand up to the collar of his shirt for that offending tie, or maybe the buttons. Said arm ended up flopping over his stomach instead.

[smokersona]

That makes him chuckle, and he regards the other for a moment more before moving. A knee on the mattress, leaning over him just so as a hand takes up the half-undone tie.

"Need help?"

[thewarisover]

Is that a smile there? Why, yes, it is.

"That would be nice."

in which ri is the latest tagger

[smokersona]

It's a good sight to see, refreshing in a way. He likes it when Mustang does that, smiling.

"Hopeless," he says in a teasing tone, fingers already at work, neatly untying and unfolding the fabric in his hands.

Can't help it if he's leaning a little closer. It's for sight, of course, to better see what he's doing. Of course.

*^*!

[thewarisover]

"...You smell nice."

It's an errant observation, brought about, perhaps, by the fact that he's had a bit to drink and he's too tired to think about what he's saying.

;3;

[smokersona]

"Well. Should I say the same of you?"

Still light, still teasing, even if a faint warmth does rise to his face, just a faint one. Fingers pause at the other's tie for a second, resume work, knuckles brushing against Roy's chest.

When did he start leaning closer? Eyesight must have been worse than he thought.

I AM ALSO RATHER LATE.

[thewarisover]

Lifting his arm away now, smiling at Dojima... or was he smirking? Hard to tell with this one. He's in quite a mood, isn't he?

"Only if you feel like it."

WE BOTH ARE

[smokersona]

"I guess I feel like it, then."

A pause, fingers curling around the fabric of that now-undone tie. A faint tug, and he finds himself muttering before he can really think about it.

"May I?"

LET'S CRAWL ALONG TOGETHER. /o/

[thewarisover]

He shifted around a little, as if he was attempting to kick back and sink even further into the mattress.

"You may."

AT A SNAIL'S PACE

[smokersona]

Permission enough, and just what he needs to push him along the rest of the way. He pauses for a second, as if to gather himself, brace himself, make himself stop thinking, before he leans down.

Amazing how nervous a man could get with something as simple as a kiss.

SHIPPING THINGS ALONG THE WAY.

[thewarisover]

Well, that was... unexpected.

And very, very nice.

Roy blinked a bit, his logical mind telling him that this probably wasn't a good idea, things were still strange, this was too good to be --

Aw, hell, why not.

As such, the Meister was leaning into the kiss, reciprocating the motion as gently as he could.

ALL THE SHIPPING (also more lateness)

[smokersona]

As far as kisses went, it was a good one. His first in a while, for once unaccompanied by haste or uncertainty or the lingering edge of guilt. There's self-consciousness, yes, hints of embarrassment, but nothing so great as to water down the primary emotion of the evening.

Satisfaction.

Slowly, carefully, he slides the hand around Roy's tie up, fingers drifting over his chest to brush at his collarbone, the curve of his neck. Slow and steady. No need to rush now.

Ri tags make me happy. |3

[thewarisover]

And he was showing his appreciation in how he arched a little to give Dojima a bit more access, and kissing him back a little more urgently - a wordless bit for more