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]

[Yes. Good. That's a much better look on King.

Then if King is going to be so accommodating and patient, Intensity will work delicately to get the stud off. (Though there are very obvious times where the movement of Intensity's mouth is just to coax a specific reaction from him)]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ His breath catches here and there when Intensity's mouth moves against his ear just right, his hands absently latching onto Intensity's shoulders and squeezing encouragingly.

With a soft chuckle; ]

If only I'd known you have such a grudge against my jewelery.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

It better not think highly of itself. I have a grudge against everything.

[But now that that is out of the way, Intensity can take out the half-loop earring with a careful coaxing of his teeth.

And then place a kiss against that newly exposed skin]

[puzzlekeeper]

If it bothers you, I'll be sure to wear even more-

[ Ah, but the sudden press of Intensity's mouth to skin he couldn't reach before has King arching up into him with a sharp inhale, hands sliding from Intensity's shoulders to around the back of his neck. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[On the second pass, he lightly scrapes his teeth over the skin]

Yes.

Do that.

[Whispered against his ear:]

Unless you still find this all so disappointing.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He smirks, trying to stifle the shiver (and failing) ]

I've noticed a marked improvement.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Laughs, rich and mocking]

Such rare praise from Your Excellency. I must be outdoing myself.

[He shifts a little further down, pressing a kiss to the spot just behind King's ear]

[puzzlekeeper]

You should be honored.

[ Oh... that spot.

Intensity pressing a kiss there earns a chuckle from him for some reason as he shamelessly presses into it. Fingers digging approvingly into the nape of Intensity's neck. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[For some reason. Fushigi mystery.

But if King is encouraging (and he presumably is by the content sound Intensity makes at the touch to the back of his neck), then Intensity will suck on that tender patch of skin until there is a nice dark mark decorating it]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ His hands drag up into Intensity's hair, the pads of his fingers pressing hard into his scalp.

But when the expected sting comes, he hisses with gratification, fingers tightening momentarily before relaxing again. ]

You're over-achieving. You won't get any extra points for this.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Those words seem to briefly pierce the smug and obsessed part of his brain as he pulls back as far as King's grip in his hair will let him.

Oh.

Right.

They were playing a game. Yeah, sure that is what he was doing. (Fuck)]

Bold of you to think that I wouldn't always go for the high score.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Intensity please.

He doesn't release his grip, though he does let him pull back unobstructed. Scoffing. ]

I can think of a better way to accomplish that.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He looks clearly conflicted.

On one hand, King's ideas are usually--- nopenopenope he's going to fluster if he follows that line of thought too hard. But, on the other hand, he also almost always gets topped by the end of them.

Decisions, decisions.

Boredly:]

Well, speak up. Then I'll decide if I'm going to humor your request.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Well then, good thing King doesn't actually give a fuck about the game itself either.

Pulling him in closer. ]

Once this game is over, the rest of your night is mine.

And that's not a request.

1/2

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

. . .

[Don't fluster. Don't fluster. Don't fluster]





[gdi]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[C'mon. At least try to save face]

You can't just order me around like a servant.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ No. Fluster MORE. ]

Is that a refusal, then?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[No.

(That's not said out loud.)

Hope you enjoy this awkward silence]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Well if it were a refusal, it's not like Intensity would have qualms gloating about it. Which means that's a yes.

Aren't you glad he speaks Intensity?

He pulls him down into another harsh, if brief, kiss. ]

Good.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[It's a double edged sword, really. As being proven right now.

And the kiss is a welcome distraction to just how easily he gave up protesting that fight. He makes a noncommittal grunt when they part. The closest King is going to get to an answer]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Heh heh heh.

He pushes himself up on his elbows, signaling an end to this. Or more like - a raincheck. ]

You should probably go finish racking up the rest of your points. I'd hate to drag your score down.

[ Since Intensity is distracted and all. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[There is a fraction of a second where Intensity tightens his grip on King with the sudden possessive urge to keep him here and his and fuck letting him gallivanting off to certain victory. When he could just stay!

But that lasts for just a second before he sits back on his heels and lets King get up]

As if I can't do both, Your Excellency.