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]

[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]