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

[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.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Oh, delightful.

He grins, but tips his head back obligingly. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He leans down, head still bowed low as he maps out the contours of King's throat with exploratory kisses. Lingering perhaps a little too long at the warm beating energy of his pulse. He presses an open mouth kiss there, tasting the skin with long swipes of his tongue.

But King would be expecting that.

So he continues further down, scraping teeth against that wonderfully taut and exposed flesh.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He sighs, long and soft, his pulse speeding up just slightly under Intensity's lips.

Maybe it's the current situation.

Or the walk through a rival-fueled past life.

Of even memories of this particular altar.

But either way, the first scrape of teeth earns a low sound from him with surprising ease, his fingers digging hard into Intensity's shoulders. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Oh?

Is this what's he treated to if he just utters one overused and meaningless word of social niceties.

If he'd have known King would react to it this strongly...]

Atem.

[Breathed against his skin right below his Adam's apple. Which is also so conveniently located above the collar of his clothes. As his own hands move close to cup King's face. Keep his head tilted back.]

Yes.

Just like that.

[He shifts slightly to the left as tongue and teeth work on the beginnings of a mark against that offered skin]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He chuckles under his breath, squirming just a bit. ]

And here I thought you preferred it when I put up a fight.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[A raised eyebrow that King probably can't see as he continues to work over that spot. ]

Even after you've just claimed victory?

Now now, don't be too tense to enjoy your spoils.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ His fingers trail teasingly up Intensity's neck. ]

Do I seem tense to you?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He closes his eyes for a slow long exhale before pulling back to look at King, skin shivering under his fingertips]

Incorrect word choice then.

Of course I enjoy watching you struggle. Matching me play for play. Revealing that hidden trap.

But.

[And he brushes the back of his flesh hand against King's cheek]

There's something else you've given me a taste of. Something completely different and yet equally intoxicating.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ His eyes flutter closed at the motion ]

And what's that?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Hope King wasn't expecting anything nice. ... Or sane.]

Your willing surrender from the start.

[He reaches between them to catch one of King's hands, lacing their fingers before attempting to pin it next to King's head.

And place a kiss against his fingers. One. by. one.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He allows his hand to be pinned, deliberately shifting it so that Intensity's lip catch the ring. ]

Greedy.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Chuckles at the very obvious motion, leaning equally deliberately to brush his lips over the gold. Ha! Jewelry kink. Is that for Intensity's benefit or King's? ... Does it even matter?]

As if I could ever possibly be sated.

But which do you prefer, Your Excellency?

The fight or not?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Obviously both. Isn't that the best part? ]

Me?

[ He straightens those fingers out, deliberately dragging his nails against Intensity's lips. ]

I enjoy watching how easily you come undone, regardless of which it is.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[There is a slight frown (pout by Intensity's standards) at that comment (and the touch). How dare you, sir. And when he was being so "nice".]

Easy, huh?

[He nips at the fingertips of those fingers, just enough to leave white marks against the flesh before pulling back.

And shifting to trap King's other hand.]

We don't do easy here.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Grinning like Intensity just made the exact play King banked his whole strategy on, his fingers spasming reflexively against Intensity's lips and hand. ]

Then prove it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[You don't know him. You fucking don't know him. Stop looking at him like that!

But now that both hands are occupied, he will busy himself trailing a series of kisses down the side of his neck, across his collarbone and well---

Over his heart.

Nostalgic, no?]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Very nostalgic.

How dare you steal his trademark move, sir?

It does get his expression to soften immediately, though. Just as planned. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Just as planned.

When Intensity feels (more than sees) King's expression soften, he relaxes his grip on King's hands. But they don't wander too far, as Intensity is seemingly content with sliding his fingers against King's and tracing the lines of his palm.

All while listening to the strong thrum of King's heart beat, lips brushing further down the length of his body. Even over the thick fabric of his Heart Soldier uniform]