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

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[The tension seeps out of him like a deflating balloon as King's fingers trace up his neck.

Sir.

Sir, please.

He is trying to be angry and indignant here.]

Safe is the wrong word. By definition, any obstacle is meant to be overcome.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Just as planned. Nor do the fingers stop, tangling into his hair. ]

Safe by stubborn effort rather than simple circumstance, in other words.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Grits his teeth even as the motion relaxes him more.

It's embarrassing, really. How skillfully King is able to handle him]

Simple is for people who want an easy path.

When it's not easy, they place blame on everything other than themselves and then eventually give up.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ If King couldn't handle him, they would have bad ended by now. Multiple times over. ]

Mm... well, I won't pretend it hasn't been a challenge, but I guess that's ideal.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Huffs, with considerably less irritation]

I feel like this another friendship lecture. But I suppose this is another instance of the winner getting to say his peace.

[puzzlekeeper]

You're right. I did win.

Which means if you'd rather do less talking . . .

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

After the air hockey game would have been the time for pining you down and defiling you on the altar. Defeating some has-been-would-be god would have been a close second.

But now---?

[Scoffs]

Friendship and teamwork is your kink, not mine.

[puzzlekeeper]

Oh? Not interested? What a pity.

[ Casually moving off his lap, then. ]

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Abort abort ABORT.

Not the expected outcome.]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Which means King gets about two and a half steps away before Intensity attempts to yank him back into his lap]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He is as easy to yank as ever, and somehow stops himself from laughing. ]

Unless I was mistaken?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Either you're being purposefully obtuse, or this is also a kink for you.

[puzzlekeeper]

That depends. What's "this"?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

The chase.

[And he leans in, curling a lock of King's bang around his finger]

Given just enough wiggle room so that you can get away, only to be reeled back in on your terms. Again and again and again.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Smirks, also leaning in ]

I thought that was made obvious a long time ago.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Worship kink.

[And he tilts his head to "reverently" (King will feel that spreading smirk) place a kiss against his forehead.]

Chase kink.

[His arms slide down his body, one under King's thighs and one around the small of his back.]

Soft kink.

[And he hoists the tiny spitfire in the air as he stands up, taking one step toward the altar]

Let's see how many we can hit at once.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He laughs, the amusement at being hauled up cancelling out what might have been a huff otherwise.

His arms loop around the back of Intensity's neck. ]

"Soft"? Really?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He carefully takes the few steps to get to the edge of the altar, leaning down to drape King on top of it. Mind the cold surface - he did remove the blanket for His Excellency's red carpet.]

You disagree?

Or perhaps you have another word for it.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He shifts a bit, wings unfurling like they're trying to avoid touching the marble. ]

I'm questioning whether that counts as a "kink."

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

What's a kink then?

[He braces one knee against the altar, before using that to push himself up and over King so he's straddling him.

And he plants both palms down next to King's head.]

If not something that uniquely enhances the experience for you.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Smirking up at Intensity as he's boxed in ]

Mm... well, I guess that's true, isn't it?

But I think my appreciation goes beyond the bedroom.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

As if any part of you could be contained with a single space or concept.

[But he hums thoughtfully at this entirely too enticing image splayed before him. And with entirely too much smugness in his voice:]

Bare your neck for me.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ And right back, just as smugly: ]

Say please.

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Everyday, you test him.

Every god. damn. day]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[With head bowed appropriately low. (Maybe to hide the roll of his eyes behind his bangs)]

Please.

Your Excellency.