locked to Roxas [jailedbait]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[alllright, so this one's walking around in a full-body leotard, black in color.]

S-sunshine~!

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[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[--ping.]

Yeee~es darling?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[grabs his hand, tugging him off towards the gym.]

G-got somethin' to sh-show you~.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[he's happy to follow. anything shown in a costume like that has to be good.]

I'm coming, I'm coming..

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[and those hips just swish and swish until they're in the gym.]

D'you k-know gymnastics?

needs bettar wording

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[the urge to slap his ass is hard to quell, so he doesn't for the sake of keeping the boy from tripping.]

I know of it, but I've never done them.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[so he turns and gently pushes him against the wall, almost--but no, and he grins.]

'kay. Th-then watch.

[so he turns around until he's on the mats. and as soon as music starts, he's twisting and bending, doing a floor routine that seems a lot spicier than gymnastics, but definately more refined than strip dancing.]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[almost feels like an adult watching a little kid put on a show, but when the music plays and he sees all the sashaying and bending, he's trying to keep himself standing straight as possible.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[there's nothing childish about his moves, no matter how small and slender he is. but eventually the last note plays and the last voice fades away. his chest is going up and down, some of his spikes sticking against his forehead and neck. he slyly smiles.]

L-like it?

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[a-as if the bulge in his pants doesn't make it obvious enough.]

No, it was absolutely horrible.

[he sounds so sarcastic though, with a smirk on his face.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[he laughs, swaying his hips once. oh, he approaches--just to stand right beside him, back flat against the wall.]

Sh-should I d-do it over a-again to g-get i-it right~?

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

Who am I to deny you the process of bettering yourself.

[in other words, 'whatever you want is chill with me, because i already know what i want'.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

Mm, I b-b-better n-not. Your p-problem might g-get w-worse.

[smiles oh-so-sweetly, rolling so his back is against Roxas.]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[and when he's got Sora right where he wants him, he does that thing that makes him shiver, leaning down to whisper in his ear.]

I don't think there's anything wrong with that. You'd take care of me in the end, wouldn't you..?

[he can't help that dark laughter that flutters from his lips, spaded tail swaying with interest.]

Because you're such a good boy.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[and those little whispers definately make him shiver, chest and spine arching. so he murmurs.]

M-mm... 'c-course I w-would.

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[pulls his hips back so his ass rides right along the bulge.]

Good to know.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[he gives a gasp, lips parting as he squirms.]

Nngh... h-heyyy.

[lookin' pouty over his shoulder.]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

What's that for, huh?

[traces his bottom lip, amused with the pout.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[that pout lifts, and suddenly he looks out towards the gym.]

... e-ever done it o-on th-the gym f-floor?

[it's startlingly... daring, at least for someone like him.]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[snickers low, long and drifting into a soft groan of approval.]

Not until now.

[slowly smoothing his hands up the boy's front to reach up and tug at the leotard.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[he's tugging his hands away and grinning, taking a few steps.]

N-nuh-uh~.

[... and he's starting to strip.]