my head on your chest.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[over at the washer and dryer, he's got his long hair up in a black ribbon, clothes in a basket. they're all cleaned, and he's going to his room, dropping some socks and maybe a boxer or two in his hurry.]

Geez... maybe I should wear a little less.

[embarrass him]

[pin against the wall]

[grab ass]

[help him]

CRAZYROXAS SPECIAL - [make him blush]

Comments

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[make him blush]

For me? Sure. I'd like to make 'less' into 'nothing', though.

You can keep the ribbon for good measure.

[hello, he'll grab his ass too.]

[muddledmirror.livejournal.com]

[grab ass]

I concur on motion of less clothes. They're pesky things~.

[return favor]
[slap him]
[blush]
[lecture]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[--there goes that blush, and he's arching to pull his ass away from him.]

--I just washed clothes. If I strip now, I'll have to wash those too.

[make him drop the basket.]

[start unzipping his shirt.]

[touch one of his sensitive spots.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[slap him]

--keep your eyes on your own... person!

[bending down to pick up some fallen socks.]

[slap ass]

[help]

[pin against wall]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[all of the above.]

[nonchalantly yanks that basket from his hands, circling in front of him to work at that shirt while he plays his opposite hand's fingers at the base of his neck.]

[muddledmirror.livejournal.com]

[SLAP ASS]

You're making it a little hard, there.

[SLAP]
[LECTURE]
[FLEE]
[FLIRT]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[arches suddenly, head going back.]

Ah--! Fuck...

[bite at neck.]

[loosen the belt.]

[shove against wall.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[FLEE.]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[what do you think?]

[shoves him back against the wall, wedging his thigh between Riku's legs while he works at his pants, nipping and teasing his neck with an eager mouth.]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

Nngh... not in... public.

[parts his legs, though, head against the wall and neck bared.]

[dirtytalk]

[yank to a room]

[tease]

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ helps, naturally, picking up whatever he drops. ]

Or get a bigger basket.

[ thank. ]
[ invite along. ]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[invite along.]

Or maybe you can just pick up what I drop while I get to my room.

[stares ahead of him, not glancing at him at all.]

[ask what's wrong]
[frown and make him look at you]
[grab the basket]

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ frooowns and, while catching up to his side, nudges him. ]

[ tell him to knock it off. ]
[ take what's in his hand and leave him behind. ]
[ ignore. ]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[dirty talk.]

[leans up and nips at the shell of his ear, snickering.]

I've been holding off by jerking myself to thoughts of being inside of you, but inspiration struck me today. I just can't wait anymore.

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[tell him to knock it off.]

--hey, I don't almost knock you over when you have laundry. Quit it.

[persist]
[try normal conversation]
[ask why he's so angry]
[compare him to a pms-y girl]

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ asks away. ]

You seem frustrated. What's up?

[ it's nothing. ]
[ it's something. ]
[ spill your heart out. ]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[it's something.]

--it doesn't matter. I have to figure it out myself.

[ask what it is]
[offer to help]
[leave alone]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[... swallows hard, staring down at him.]

You had to pick the day when I'm cleaning to do that, too.

[offer to clean after]
[start molesting]
[continue dirtytalking to get him hard]
[all of the above]

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ asks. ]

What is it?

[ none of your business. ]
[ I don't trust you. ]
[ don't tell a soul. ]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[don't tell a soul.]

[... hesitates, looking at him and sighs.]

I have a boyfriend now.

[--you're gay?]
[congrats.]
[i'll go now.]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[I'm having fun with this game.]

Of course. I was so restrained with Sora, and now you get to deal with my sexual frustration.

[now that his belt's left undone, he's sliding one hand up the front of Riku's shirt while the other goes down, down, down, cupping him through his boxers.]

I might as well do it on your cleaning day, so you can get the entire job done, and we'll be laying on freshly spread sheets when we're through.

[amnestygranted.livejournal.com]

[ a subtle "you're gay?" ]

Really?

[ yes, really. ]
[ I want you to meet him. ]
[ eeeeehhh ]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[flinches against his hand, groaning a little, half-hard.]

Right... ah--

[continue]
[stop to tease]

[destinedtinsel.livejournal.com]

[yes, really.]

[a sigh.]

Yeah. He broke up with his boyfriend for me.

[ask why it's a big deal]
[comfort]
[frown and scold]

[jailedbait.livejournal.com]

[stop to tease.]

You don't sound very enthusiastic, Riku.