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]

[Laughs]

Well I'll raise you one better because I'm looking to win.

[eatsthecanary]

Fine by me.

[ Intensity is unfortunately like. a full foot higher than him, so he has to lean up a bit but he's also grabbing for the other man's collar to try to make him bend down too ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He bends forward at the tug. God, why do short people cause him the most trouble?

But whatever. He fists a hand into Whiksy's hair and then closes the last bit of distance into a very rough and aggressive kiss]

[eatsthecanary]

[ short people are gremlins, it's a known fact

he matches that -- the roughness and the aggressiveness both, practically biting into the kiss, and amused low sound in the back of his throat ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Tsk tsk. Careful not disqualify yourself, Whisky.

But (probably unsurprisingly) Intensity wants a little payback for their last encounter. So he grips Whisky's hair tightly and gives a rough yank back to give himself a better angle to take control of the kiss]

[eatsthecanary]

[ he's not using too much teeth! self control is important for a sniper

but he is hissing against the kiss, at the yank to his hair and he brings his hand up to Intensity's own hair in turn, mouth parting, letting off with his teeth for the moment ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Good kitty.

If he's being so accommodating, then Intensity will surely take advantage of that. He doesn't let up with the teeth - scraping them against Whisky's lower lip before thoroughly taking control of the kiss]

[eatsthecanary]

[ there's a sharp intake of breath that might sound like a laugh, muffled against Intensity's lips and mouth but he tries to bite into the other man's lip in turn, more firmly latching onto it ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He hums pleasantly at that. But doesn't return the bite.

He doesn't let up either. Making sure that at least in their positioning, Whisky has the disadvantage.

Yes. Good. Disqualify yourself]

[eatsthecanary]

[ it's sooooo tempting to bite down more and draw blood -- he's used to it with Lucifel and Aradia, and it's a tempting instinct but he resists, unlatching his teeth with a displeased little hiss, largely at the height difference making it hard for him to dominate this ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Spoken against his mouth:]

What's the matter, Whisky?

[eatsthecanary]

[ muttered - - ]

You're too goddamn tall.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes. It's a real shame, isn't it?

[Not moving to make this any easier for him]

[eatsthecanary]

[ he lifts his foot to stomp it down onto Intensity's. it's not drawing blood so it's fine!! ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[It is in fact fine.

Except for the part that hurts like a (insert favorite expletive) here anyway.

That causes Intensity to back up enough so Whisky can position himself more favorably]

[eatsthecanary]

[ Whisky can't help but let out a low, satisfied "ha!' at that and wraps his arms around Intensity's shoulders to try to keep him down as he kisses him again ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[How dare you turn the tables on him? How dare you, sir!?

That is to say, Intensity makes irritating huffing sounds as he tries to push Whisky off of him.

...

It's probably not very successful]

[eatsthecanary]

[ Whisky doesn't make him stay in the kiss, at least, when he feels him pushing, laughing as he does pull back himself. ]

What, weren't you enjoying yourself?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[What have we learned today, class? Having to look up at Whisky is much more terrible than kissing Whisky.]

You're an awful kisser. How do your wives put up with you?

[eatsthecanary]

[ he takes a step back now that they're done, smoothing his hair back with one hand; he seems amused, overall. ]

They're masochists.