Imeeji: IC Continuations

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Previous:
Speed Dating [Day 32]
Mistletoe Game [Day 71]
Social Bingo [Day 101]

Includes:
B's Fancy Dance [Day 102]
Kissing Game [Day 124]
Mistletoe 2 [Day 187]
Objective Game [Day 223]
Tokyo-F Stamp Rally (Age Up and Age Down Event) [Day 245]

Comments

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ he'd clearly expected something a little more thorough, and he pouts whenever Intensity pulls back. ]

That's all?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't---

Oh, why is he holding back?

Laughs out loud. And there is a audible click of a camera]

Are you pouting?

[carnivorouscarnival]

Fuck you! Was that a camera I heard?! I didn't give you permission to use my likeness!

[ KICKS AT HIM. too bad you didn't tie up his legs. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Ow. H-hey. Ow!!!

Feisty little---

Rolls off to the side out of kicking range]

Who said I was asking for permission!?

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ far more cheekily than someone pinned to the ground by a robot arm has a right to be: ]

If you don't, I'm gonna charge you with interest later.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Scooting so he's lounging near Izumu's head. Just try and kick him from that angle!

He leans over him, smirking]

And if it's for personal use only?

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ fine! Intensity wins this round.

he stares directly up at him. ]

Hmmm. I'll allow that.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[And he is going to savor every second of it as he leans down further over Izumu.]

Good.

I knew you'd see things my way.

[And closes the distance for a much more satisfying kiss.]

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ much better. he seems mostly content to let Intensity control the kiss, though he pushes back a little where he can, lightly sucking at Intensity's tongue. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He laughs into the kiss, Izumu's positive feedback emboldening him to press deeper into the kiss.

And all the while, trailing his remaining hand up and down those bound arms and hands.

It's unlikely this trick will ever work on Izumu ever again, so he has to make it count]

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ the long-sleeved goth coat he's wearing is bulky enough that he doesn't react too strongly to the touch on his arms, but when Intensity's hand travels all the way up to trace his bound hands, he gasps into the kiss, losing a little ground. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He chuckles at that reaction. Yes. Good.

And between his own pauses for air or to adjust his angle so he can apply more teeth:]

Tell me I've won and that you've lost.

You're supposed to admit to your defeat.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ that makes him flush a deeper red than the kiss itself, and he flits through several expressions before landing on a glare that doesn't have all his heart in it. ]

Says who?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Well I was going to say me, but that flush on your face says it all.

Get your dopamine hit?

[And another chuckle]

But I bet we can do better than that.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ it wasn't actually the dopamine that time, but he can pretend it was. ]

Hah! How many times do you think you can trip the same objective?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[A grin that's all teeth]

The rules say 10 times.

Unless you're saving a few for someone else.

[carnivorouscarnival]

Someone else...? As if I'd lose to two people in the same day. There's no chance.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

So you are admitting defeat to me?

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ silence stretches for a few seconds.

but after some sort of internal debate, perhaps, he looks Intensity in the eyes again, more composed. ]

Yes.

Congratulations.

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Oh.

Oh no.






He wasn't supposed to actually say it.

Now who's turn is it to be flustered]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Better cover it up with his usual bout of 90s cartoon villain laughter as he catches Izumu's chin in his hand.]

You were only delaying the inevitable.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ unfortunately for Intensity, he still catches that fleeting flustered expression—and he snorts a laugh, relaxing, even as Intensity grips his chin. ]

You're cute, Ten.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[ Hush, you.

And while S U L K I N G:]

Am not.

My brand of victory isn't cute. You already have the monopoly on that.

[carnivorouscarnival]

[ smug: ]

I am pretty cute, huh? You lucky bastard.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

You win your little contest?