Cause each time you make me taste it [RP entry- closed]
Characters: Monou "Kamui" Fuuma and Squall "Leon" Leonhart
Location: Somewhere in Traverse Town
Summary: It's a hard knock life, most especially when you're living in a world full of bastards who are out to get your heart.
( You know I cant fake it )
Location: Somewhere in Traverse Town
Summary: It's a hard knock life, most especially when you're living in a world full of bastards who are out to get your heart.
( You know I cant fake it )
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Or even burn his tongue while drinking. That would have just been very inconvenient, especially since he's after the taste of it, and burning his tongue will prevent that.
The scents from the mug in between his hands tell him that it will be good enough for his tastes. His very picky tastes. It has the right kind of texture that he likes, if but a little on the thick side... The milk is not totally incorporated yet though, so he has the chocolate swirl around a little to prevent any funny tastes.]
Thank you.
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It keeps his hands occupied, and something to focus on so is mind doesn't go too far.
Sometimes, a lot weighs on it. Sometimes about the state of things on a grander scale than just pushing through life. Leon isn't the sort to make certain decisions quickly. And some things... some things just aren't... easy.
But then that's an easier thing to distract with.
To-Do lists, cluttered thoughts with minor details, just things. Most would find it tiring.
Leon found it meditative a little bit more than exhausting.]
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In reality, he just prefers drinking things he likes straight up, because most of the things he actually likes are best when fresh. Like this. Hot chocolate is supposed to be taken hot for a reason.
"Kamui" draws a circle just above the surface of the drink, making it stir itself once again, just in case the milk and chocolate have separated, before finishing it off. Despite some shortcomings, it's still good (well, it's chocolate and it will always have a special place for "Kamui") and he debates asking for seconds.
Until, of course, he notices that Leon's cleaning up. Ah, too bad. Maybe next time.
Then again... he can get another kind of treat right now. He boldly licks at Leon's lips, fully prepared for a blow or something. Just until he gets the message that he wants permission to come in.]
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It was a useful thing to learn, he supposes.
The kisses takes him by surprise, just as he's shutting off the water. It's a bit of an odd taste, and that strange feeling --people could walk in.
It's not shame.
Just uneasiness. 'He's just a kid' is simply something Leon will always be telling himself. Something he'll always be wary of. There are younger, stronger, better people out there, and yet here "Kamui" is...
But, then again... it isn't a if it isn't already a well known thing by now. So it's hesitant, a moment of indulgence. Leon lets him, parting his lips and leaning in the slightest bit. It's a little hard to resist when it helps ease off some of that worry from earlier.]
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And, in a way, he did just get some cream. So this may just mean he's gotten his mouse too. A very large, beautiful, dark drown mouse that's willing to play along with him.
Leon just tastes delicious, and, to be honest, he can have it all day, just because he wants to. Of course, that means very long mouth-to-mouth contact, but he will admit, he's not adverse by that thought.
It's a good, worthy venture... It always will be, because there's a prize.
"Kamui" takes Leon's upper lip in between his, placing a little suction on soft skin. With a little bit of tongue too.]
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He'd never admit to it, not out loud, but... he liked kissing him. Not out of anything overly complicated. He just... does. There's something about it. Had this odd way of blocking out things, an intensity, even when it was a simple sort of contact.
Still-damp fingers rest against one of "Kamui"'s elbow, a low hum bubbling up from his chest, and he dipped closer. Almost subconsciously. Almost. Encouraging a little bit deeper of a contact.
The chocolate adds an odd but not unsavory taste.]
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"Let's play," is the unspoken invitation.
Of course, if he's willing to play right now. "Kamui" is up for anything-- teenage hormones, seemingly endless energy and stamina, and all that, even after a battle like that. His body is not at all worn out, and he hasn't received any wounds that require his full attention to heal himself. He can be energetic and possibly annoying for today in a romp.
"Kamui" uses his grip on Leon's hips to pull him closer, ready to simply grind their bodies together and see just what Leon wants right now. If he wants it, of course he wont be disappointed. If he doesn't... "Kamui" wont be disappointed.
Too much.]
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Leon's used to that 'teenage hormones'. Maybe he doesn't have the same stamina and that constant flow of energy, but he wasn't old, either, not just yet. A man in his prime, with-- with wants, and needs, just as anyone else. Some wants he just wasn't too keen on fulfilling before. No reason. Not that Leon saw. That wasn't to say that "Kamui" couldn't tire him out.
Damp fingers smooth across the underside of that arm, content to kiss the other a little longer, full and open-mouthed. There wasn't really anymore hesitation in it; there has been enough times to get the hang of the nuances. Just a moment.
And a lick to those lips when Leon pulls his mouth away.]
Not out here. [Leon is fine with it. But out in the open? No, he wasn't so sure about that one.]
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... Not that it bothers him.
The thought of doing something unbelievably questionable in front of an audience appeals to him, after all. A lot of things appeal to him, most involving things he would most likely get the cold shoulder for simply suggesting.]
The room, then?
[He holds out his hand, an invitation, so they can go there together.
At least he'll still be getting something today.]
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He didn't find it so appealing.
And there were some things he refused to give ground on.]
Sure.
[It's alright, here, to take "Kamui"'s hand. The other picks up his previously discarded gloves to tuck away into his jacket.]
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It's a proper compromise, instead of urging him to bend over the counter. And a lot easier to get, too.
The thought still lingers in his head though. One of these days, he'll find a way to persuade Leon to allow some voyeurs. Without losing something in the process, of course.
Boots are toed off once they arrive in their shared room, as per habit. He cant remember why he does it exactly, just that it's the polite thing to do when inside a house. It's not for the noise, no, since he always has a silent step to him.
Ah, well.]
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Leon was a very stubborn man, once he had something framed in his mind. Letting go wasn't an easy thing to do. Too much in the world demanded tenacity. Surviving, at all, demanded. Simple as that. One either survived, and surpassed, or not at all.
Natural selection.]
(His mood seems to have passed...)
[It's a good thing, he knows. And there are worse habits to have. Everyone had them-- like the way Leon was squeeze "Kamui"'s hands to let him know he's not letting go for any other reason than he needs his hand to get out of at least his jacket.
Some things are more predictable than others. And he might as well get a head start on getting rid of things that might get in the way.]
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At least, "Kamui" thinks, he's not overly dressed, the most elaborate thing on him being his pants. Which are not complicated at all and he can easily get rid of them whenever he wants to with minimal to no effort on his part.
The belts, however... Not only are they in the way, but they're also very, very annoying things. No matter how much Leon likes them, they'll be out of the picture right now.
A quick glance at the door makes it shut tight, and locks it. He still values some of Leon's sense, and he does know some people within the vicinity have the habit of entering without permission and can quickly make things awkward. Turning his head away, he focuses on the largest belt in Leon's 'arsenal' and willing it to unbuckle and fall. Off. Without much noise.]
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He's not like Aerith, or Yuffie, or Cid. He's not magically inclined, or coming up with some invention, or even speedy enough to evade everything that comes his way. Yet he has to keep up with Yuffie's erratic patterns, most times. Accessories are effective, optimal ways to build on what he can't do.
Ten years just to mast a stupid series of fire spells. Lacking in any real defense, aside from reflexes and what he can stack.
Jacket left on the hook it normally was, trying to kick off boots, Leon had simply gone about the task of getting said belts off. Which was, really, where the surprise came in. Normally, he'd feel the pressure of "Kamui"'s hands-- there was no pressure.
Leon lets out a soft gasp, blinking. It's momentary, at best.] ...I can ( ... )
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Of course, it's not true that they're that noisy, but "Kamui" likes to exaggerate sometimes. ... And it really does sound that way on his own, sensitive ears anyway, so he supposes there's some measure of truth to them.
He shifts his attention to another one, taking his sweet time in unbuckling it and pulling it out for it to join its brother in front of him.
It's kind of fun, what he's doing right now. Fun, and simple, nothing on his mind, because moving belts around is just like bending a spoon-- easy, and clean. Of course, maybe he's just lucky that Leon goes for the simple kinds of belts and patterns and not the stupidly elaborate ones that seem to be holding onto one's chastity more than their pants.]
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