[His eyes widen in surprise at King's suggestion. And then narrow in suspicion. And then there is the quite obvious sorting and discarding of multiple unfavorable responses to that remark.
He reaches out to grab a fistful of the front of King's cloak and pull him down closer. Not nose to nose. But definitely enough to make his balance just a little more precarious.]
[ He does in fact stumble slightly when he's pulled down and has to rebalance, but doesn't look anything more than faintly amused. Certainly not mocking.
[ He catches himself with his hands despite being pulled completely off his feet (fortunately for everyone!!), but there's zero hesitation at all before he kisses back. ]
[ He is, in fact, very distracted. Distracted enough that this sudden position swap somehow comes as a surprise to him, even though it really shouldn't.
Congratulations, Intensity! You're (finally) on top. ]
[ ... Okay!! Fine, whatever, he has no objections. He manages to get his arms between them so that he can fist both hands in the front of Intensity's coat as he kisses back. ]
[King would probably not appreciate being stripped in the middle of the park so Intensity has to settle with running his hands over his sides. His thighs.
All the while trying to kiss the breath right out of him in his typical asshole-ish show of dominance]
[ Intensity is correct. He would not remotely appreciate that.
But - infuriatingly, maybe - his response to Intensity's ~*~dominance~*~ is to smirk against his lips, and then outright chuckle when his hands start to wander. ]
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[ And he gets much closer, eyes glinting. Close enough that Intensity could probably count his eyelashes if he wanted to. And then -
He lets go and DROPS HIM IN THE FUCKIN DIRT. ]
— Pumpkin.
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No sense of humor at all, I see.
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If that's what you want, you could have just asked when I wasn't amnesiac.
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He reaches out to grab a fistful of the front of King's cloak and pull him down closer. Not nose to nose. But definitely enough to make his balance just a little more precarious.]
Is that so?
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The eyebrow goes up. ]
It is.
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Then duel me, King.
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Immediately, ]
I accept.
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(Of course he is).]
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Congratulations, Intensity! You're (finally) on top. ]
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So was the main reason you called me out here to drop me on my ass?
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I'm sorry, are you implying that's not a valid enough reason on its own?
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I'm just making sure you're not adding me somewhere as a checkbox in your list of obligations.
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[Which means he can go back to pinning King to the ground and kissing him]
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I wasn't wo—
[ ... Okay!! Fine, whatever, he has no objections. He manages to get his arms between them so that he can fist both hands in the front of Intensity's coat as he kisses back. ]
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All the while trying to kiss the breath right out of him in his typical asshole-ish show of dominance]
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But - infuriatingly, maybe - his response to Intensity's ~*~dominance~*~ is to smirk against his lips, and then outright chuckle when his hands start to wander. ]
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What?
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Don't stop.
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You're pretty bossy for a bottom. I wonder why I put up with you.
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