towerofanimus | we need some downtime

[Ooh, you think you are just SO CLEVER. His grin doesn't falter per se, but it thins out slightly and his eyes narrow. It's not like he takes that as an insult, but the way the Summoner says it certainly makes him stop and think.]

Heh heh, you think you're all so motherfucking cute. It's just a shame that you can't be all knowing what goes on up in here, motherfucker. [taps the side of his head.] You'd be all sorts of surprised. Maybe you'd motherfucking love it.

[Hhhhhmmmmmmm... oh no feelings again. Wrinkles his nose just slightly and mostly at himself because, oddly, horribly, his first thought was i WONDER, and that's terrible. Why would he ever want to know what a highblood is thinking. Fffffuck this]

[Dat smirk returns after a second though]

Uh... no, I know I'm adorable as fuck. And if you, can't tell something that simple, then I sure don't want to see what else is rattling around, in there.

[The highblood moves back to cackle loudly, but he doesn't deny it! More like, he laughs it off like it was just all the funniest thing in the world.]

Don't motherfucking knock it if you haven't motherfucking tried it... is what I would all say, if that shit even worked on a brother.

[Dick }:T But at least he can breathe a little easier now that he's backed the hell up. He even drops his hand back to his knee, tsking faintly. His wings open, wave at the air and then settle once again]

I've uh... been in enough pans driven by instinct and rage. Yours really wouldn't, be anything new. Promise. [Unless of course there's some side to you he hasn't seen yet. But uh... he looks pretty skeptical about that at the moment]

[His gaze goes once around when the wings open, then back to the Summoner's face when they settle.]

Heh, yeah. You're just all the motherfucking expert here, aren't you?

[Not that he means anything by that, but you're doing a lot of assuming, silly lowblood! But he doesn't offer anything else and just stretches languidly, making sure to crack and pop all the joints he possibly could, then sighs. It's so damn warm on this floor.]

[He is just... going to wait... until all of that stretching and joint popping is over. Yes, he's watching. No, it is not especially subtle. He is trying really hard not to give a fuck about where his eyes decide to go when he is around the Highblood anymore]

Well I can uh, only hope that... if you had something interesting to share, you'd do it. We're alone after all. [Little gesture around the room] Use your words, Highblood, or... I guess I will have to keep assuming you are, little better then a woofbeast off his chain. [Possibly he shouldn't be purposefully challenging him when he's this tired.............. OH WELL!!!]

[He can feel them eyes, man. It's not like he was expecting it or anything! NOPE. But he enjoys it, of course, smiling on the inside.

He rubs his chin thoughtfully, like this had only just occurred to him. Yes, they are indeed alone, but man, proving something to the lowblood was not something he had planned on doing. This makes his mouth twitch in a small frown. It feels like the Summoner was leading him into some sort of trap...or admit something he never would...and well, that just sounded a little too pale for his tastes.

But despite all this, he turns that little frown upside-down.]

Why you gotta put a brother on the spot like that? Now it all just looks like I'm trying to motherfucking hard.

[MILD DISAPPOINTMENT OH NO....... okay it's gone pretty quick though, just about as soon as he leans forward slightly and feels half his muscles shriek at him for moving. Raises his eyebrow in a sort of aM i MAKING YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, oH SORRY, expression before he returns to where he was]

I was only, reiterating my offer to listen if you cared, to talk. You uh, seemed pretty insistent there was something... good about being in your sponge. [Shrugs mildly. NOT HIS FAULT IF YOU MISINTERPRETED HIS RATHER CONFRONTATIONAL LANGUAGE!!! NOPE!!!!]

[WHAT...WERE YOU EVEN EXPECTING???? He sort of rolls his eyes at him, tempted to punch him in the face...just because. Cheeky ass motherfucker.]

Heh heh, well, that...see, it involves motherfucking instinct and a pinch of rage, so it did not motherfucking apply.

[MAYBE A FIGHT...... WAIT NO. NOT ANYTHING OKAY SHUT UP. He has a lot of feelings alright and most of them are at odds with each other deadcatmonster.jpg]

[So uh... yeah, the temptation is mutual. But that's there all the time now, so he just... squints at him. What the hell are you talking about... What that. Does he really want to know. Not really. Or maybe really a lot. Feelings... Problems... He is just going to sit here and stew in silence cause he has no idea what to say about this mysterious that. He feels like maybe he should have gotten more out of it then just... the Highblood finally agreeing he is basically just an animal... hhhhhhhh]

Problem, Summoner? [he chuckles at the silence, taking it as a sign that the rebel is having some sort of...inner conflict.

He'll call himself an animal in front of the Summoner any day, versus saying something that might make him seem weak. He slowly leans forward, grinning devilishly.]

See, words just aren't my motherfucking thing when you're all up in my presence. Sometimes they just all up and ruin the motherfucking mood of things.

[Mirrors... him... leaning forward as well, little muscles in his shoulders and arms going tense. Here, look, words are not really his thing either, so he just... echoes himself from their very first conversation in the tower. The tone of it is completely different though, not mocking so much as... tense. Expectant maybe]

I am really sorry that I give you so many uncomfortable feelings. [Significant eyebrow raise. So what are you gonna do about it, huh, bro? Cause he, personally, would maybe be okay if words stopped even being a thing right now. Especially when they're getting in the way of the mood and all]

You sure are, motherfucker. Even if you are not right now, you motherfucking will be... [Taking the Summoner's body language into account, he feels like maybe this is a good time to just slide forward so that when he leans in, giant arms on either side, his lips hover over the Summoner's ear.] Because I can be all kinds of motherfucking demanding.

[And with that, the words are over. No more words from him from here on out for an indefinite period of time. He brushes his lips over the Summoner's jawline, teeth bared, and captures the other's lips in a very prickly but heated kiss, not really giving him much time to react. It's...better than he imagined, but he has to remind himself to control himself.]

[Oh no... OH NO. HE IS REALLY OKAY WITH THIS. In point of fact, he is much much more then okay with this, not least because now he knows for sure that his own kiss was not misplaced. Confirmation is an awesome feeling]

[The voice against his ear makes his eyes widen, makes him shiver and he is halfway through suppressing said shiver when he's caught and drawn into this kiss. So he's damn near shaking under the Highblood's mouth at first. And then there is that confused flutter of emotion. And only when he decides that this is definitely a thing he wants to continue right now does he finally return the kiss]

[His hand shoots up, claws sliding against the Highblood's jaw until they find a hank of all that ridiculous hair. Twists it all up into his fist, tugging at it, pulling him closer, or at least holding him there as his mouth parts just enough to scrape the sharpest edge of his teeth against the Highblood's lip. You are really not the only one who can be demanding, bro]

[The highblood practically grins into the kiss, extremely pleased with the Summoner's initial confused reaction. He loves the wide array of emotions, and it only spurs him on.

He grunts softly at the pull, relishing the little promises of cutting up his lip. His own mouth parts automatically, sucking and nibbling at the Summoner's lower lip, eager and impatient to take things a lot further. A large hand reaches around to his back, a little reminiscent of that one time he tried to dig out the wings with his claws. He hopes that it makes the Summoner squirm, just so he can quell his fears with a caressing of his fingertips - not his claws - against the skin near the base of the wings. What can he say? He actually likes making his potential kismesis, which is definitely becoming a thing now, feel uncomfortable and good all at the same time.

The highblood is actually surprised at himself with how OK he is with this, too. Imagine, such a gutter blooded revolutionary becoming such an object of his hate and black-affection!]

[He doesn't squirm exactly, but he does tense, arching away from his hand and... closer to him in the same motion. His fingers shifts, tightening around the Highblood's hair as he sets the point of two claws against his temple. It's very much a threat, and there is this terrible sense of disappointment that he really was mistaken, that the Highblood is going to try to take his wings again. Starts to pull out of the kiss...]

[...except then it's only the brush of fingertips, and... Okay, he is so used to his wings being a point of weakness that people focus on that a caress is awfully, wonderfully pleasant. He nearly chokes on the startled, breathy moan that slips past him, and his wings open, the shift of foreign wing muscles encouraging his hand to just... stay there]

[And with that, he is reassured once again and closes whatever bit of space he put between them, not hesitating at all as he catches the inside of the Highblood's lip against his teeth and breaks the softer skin there. Just enough to sting. Just enough to begin to bleed]

[A low, rumbling growl rises from the back of his throat, a reflexive sound he makes when giving off a warning. Those claws against his forehead? Yeah, it's because of that, but not just because he feels threatened, but it also excites him. It's the perfect reaction, and he's glad it's working out so far since...well, that moan...

He can't get enough of these motherfucking noises all coming from the Summoner's mouth. Even if the rebel had rejected his touches, his hand would've stayed, to continue kneading at the muscle there. The pressure alternates between gentle and firm, testing their sensitivity and seeing how that shit all works. His other hand joins in, working the tense muscles of the Summoner's back, almost like a massage, alongside the gentler touches near the wings.

A gravelly rasping sound escapes him at the slight puncture wound, tasting his own blood, swirling the coppery taste around with his tongue and against the Summoner's own lips, coating it with a thin layer of indigo. Then he suddenly shifts his body, then with a strong pull, he drags the Summoner closer so that he's practically sitting in his lap.]

[Oh dear oh dear oh dear he carries... a tremendous amount of tension in his back, so while his wings react to each shift in pressure - spreading till they shake in the anticipation of flight at the firmest of it, and nearly closing as the pressure fades - there are also giant knots of stress relaxing under all this attention]

[Which of course means he doesn't resist at all when he's dragged into the Highblood's lap despite the faintest of Good Senses saying this is bad and dangerous and oh no stop while you're ahead. He's kinda pretty much stopped listening to that voice entirely, just... licking the indigo off his lips while his free hand finds a place first at the collar of the Highblood's shirt, plucking oddly at it for a moment, before rising and settling at the curve where his shoulder meets his neck]

[It's pretty harmless for now. It's mostly for balance as he straddles the Highblood's thigh and props himself up on his knees. He is not used to being the shorter partner so he's pretty well determined to get as high up as he can, even he yanking the subjugglator lower to him in the process. His kiss is getting sharper as things go along, and it may be pretty shortly here when he cuts another hole in the Highblood's lip]

[The highblood shudders as the Summoner assumes more control over the situation. It just doesn't sit right with him at all. He of all people can relate to being used to being the bigger of his partners since, well, he's never met anyone bigger than him. So he growls a little, snapping back in retaliation in between hungry kisses, their blood mixing and swapping between them, and tries to regain some control.

One hand reaches up to grab the one thing that's easiest to pull on -- one of his massive horns. He yanks on it roughly, trying to lower him, bring him down to his more rightful place below him, like a good motherfucking lowblood. Of course, still caressing his back with the other hand in a gentle manner, like he's reassuring him. It's OK to be motherfucking lower than me. Everyone usually is. Relax. You got other things to worry about.

He breaks the kiss by pulling the Summoner's head back by the horns, but keeps his lips close, hovering over his cheek, neck, and shoulder like he's looking for a good place to just chomp down.]

Edited 2012-01-15 05:58 (UTC)

[Nope nope nope he's having none of that. The initial pull on his horn surprises him enough that he goes with it, but the moment he regains his composure, he's fighting against it, trying to stay in the same place or at least drag the Highblood down with him by his hair]

[But then the kiss ends and he very nearly whines as he gets pulled away. His breath is shaky, confused, his eyes following him, wondering what the hell he's doing. What the fuck, did you get lost or something, his mouth is up here, come back jackass]

[It is only when he sees the look in the Highblood's eyes that he gets an idea of what's happening, and... welp, he leans away suddenly, as far as he can with his horn still held in place. Both hands shift at the same time, the one tightening suddenly against his throat, just enough to threaten, and the other unwinding out of his hair and... wrapping around his mouth. His claws start to dig holes into the Highblood's cheeks, and there is a low growl coming from somewhere in his chest]

[You don't get to bite him, Highblood. Not where someone might see it and interpret it as a possession mark. Because uh... sorry to say but he does not belong to you. If anyone's marking anyone this early on, it'll be the other way around, mmkay?]

[This kind of sucks! The highblood snarls through the hand at the resistance, trying to snap his teeth down on the hand through the pain shooting down his face from the claws. He glowers, a hint of frustration showing through in his eyes, because goddamn he just wants to sink his teeth into him...taste him a little, just a tiny bit. Why is he stopping him? More importantly, why is this something the highblood was willing to overlook (for now)???

In his frustration, his hands slip down, claws nicking the Summoner's sides as they make their way down slim hips and smooth around the curve of his ass. He squeezes hard, now trying to pull the Summoner down onto his lap by the hips, because fuck. If he can't bite, then he's going to at least bring the motherfucker down to his more proper level.]

[.....WOW. HE'S REALLY... surprised all the Highblood does is try to bite his hand which uh... well, just gets him even more cut up since the Summoner lifts his hand away from all dem teeth, but keeps his claws dug into his skin. Smiles at the Highblood's frustration, at least until his attention is drawn to the claws working their way down his side. Be careful with the buttons man, he hates sewing them back on--]

[oh there's a hand on his ass. Well then. That's definitely not a thing he was expecting, and he resists the pull long enough that when he does finally get dragged down it's... obvious... it's because he was okay with it happening. And if that didn't make it obvious enough that he's... going to continue to try to stay in control here, a second later he takes a fistful of the Highblood's shirt and drags him down with him, other hand leaving his mouth, finding one of his open wounds and... sticking his claws into it]

[Fuck you man if you want a lowblood who knows their place find one who isn't in charge of a fucking rebellion]

FUCK. [OK WOW, THAT...HURTS, YOU SHITTY LITTLE-- he lets go of the Summoner entirely and reaches up to wrap his large hands around the Summoner's wrists, yanking them forcibly out of his wounds and off his shirt. He forces down a groan, the rush of fresh pain overpowering the dull ache of old wounds getting him even more hot and bothered than before.

Squeezing the wrists hard, he pulls him in again for a violent mashing of swollen bleeding lips and teeth. It's brief, however, and he pulls back again, breathing heavily, staring at him with heavy-lidded eyes.]

[lkjasdfklj oh no his hands give those back--]

[oh okay kissing again he can do this. He actually bites down even harder then ever before, revenge for taking holding arms like that, and he follows after him as they part. At least until he catches that... look. The way the Highblood's breathing. The way he is breathing exactly the same. Wrinkles his nose, licking at the brown and purple spread across his mouth. It takes everything in him to keep the lust out of his voice...]

What.

[His lips curl back into a sneer, though it's a half-hearted attempt, and ignores what the Summoner says. He takes a moment to get his fill of the Summoner in this exquisite state, holding him away at arm's length, and then finally releases him....

Only to shove him off his lap, hard, onto the ground. He shifts onto his knees slowly, because he probably cannot handle standing right now due to...his obvious physical state down south. He continues to stare hungrily, like he's trying to undress him with his gaze alone.]

What do you motherfucking think? [Tact and finesse and subtly, right here baby. You get the whole package!! sjdks]

we need some downtime

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