bluescreenwhitedragon | IC Inbox [2]

[ This is the portion of our duel where King laughs his ass off, arms to firmly wrapped around Intensity.

Thanks for breaking his fall! ]

[This little ~~endearing~~ gremlin!

He can still feel his cheeks burning from multiple sources of embarrassment and the laughing is just adding to the flush. He buries his face in King's hair, coward that he is.

But being on the ground means that his hands are free, which he immediately uses to launch an attack on King's wings. That is to say, heavy strokes from where they extend from his back down to the tips]

Quiet, you.

You're in a compromised position.

[ Intensity will feel (and hear) more than see King's sharp smirk, even as he presses up into those hands, wings flaring and tilting to coax those fingers into all the best places. ]

So are you.

[ So about that exposed neck?

It's time to dip his head and drag his teeth along it. ]

[Well then.

If King wasn't winning before (he was), this certainly seals the deal and the duel as Intensity hisses out King's name:]

Atem---

[He obediently tips his head back to give King more access all the while scrabbling desperately at his wings for some kind of handhold. And completely oblivious to the fact that his hands were being guided the entire time.

Well played.

And well--- the opening move was a request to touch King everywhere. So while Intensity is not coherent enough at this moment to remember that, he instinctively hooks an ankle over King's and arches up flush against him shoulder to hip.]

[ He chuckles against Intensity's throat, then breathes his name against it in response.

One kiss, then another. Then an open-mouthed kiss to his pulse point.

The only thing that manages to tear his mouth away for a moment is the sudden press of Intensity's body against his -- he breaks off with a hitched breath, warm air ghosting wet skin. ]

[The first response from Intensity is a petulant whine. Excuse King! He was enjoying that.

But that is immediately followed by a wicked grin at that oh so delightful noise coming from King.]

Yes.

[Practically purred as he slides down the length of King's body just enough to create the desired friction but not enough to remove King completely from his neck. His arms and ankle coil tighter, pulling him closer.]

Make more sounds like that for me.

[And he rolls his hips up and against King in one smooth (if slightly drawn out and dramatic) motion]

Intensity . . .

[ Grit out as he drags his nails along Intensity's arm, teeth scraping his throat.

He chuckles. ]

Give me more of what I want, then.

[Is more of what King wants clawing his shirt off of him? Because that's certainly what Intensity wants. His palms smooth over the planes of King's back as soon as that skin is bared.

And he laughs in return, making no move to shed any of his own layers.]

Take it then.

I'm not stopping you.

[ He laughs outright at the urgency with which Intensity removes his shirt, but he's not about to let him get away with an unfair clothing balance. ]

Don't mind if I do.

[ He throws his weight to shove Intensity back, Heart Weapon materializing in his hand as he does so -- and then he slashes it with careless abandon right down Intensity's front.

Because it can't possibly hurt him, after all.

But it sure is an efficient seam-ripper. ]

[Please hold while that takes a good five seconds to process as Intensity blinks up stupidly at King]

[And then laughs. Positively delighted as he runs his fingers against the sharp end of the blade.

Not even a papercut.]

You really weren't kidding when you said you hated all of those layers.

They have the audacity to stand between me and what I want.

[ He pushes the tattered clothing aside before dragging Intensity back in, skin-on-skin this time. ]

[Is the Heart Weapon still out? Because Intensity is going to attempt to grab the hilt if it is.

Otherwise he's not getting in the way of giving King what he wants. After all, he wants it just as bad as King does. As evident by the way his mouth latches to the side of King's throat as he grinds up against him.]

[ It is, because he was too distracted to de-summon it. All yours, Intensity!

He just laughs in delight, arching up into it, fingers digging divots into the skin of Intensity's back. ]

[For once (actually always) having over a foot of height on King is working to his advantage because he takes the blade and lodges it in himself. Clean through his good arm at the bicep.

Which means one less arm to grope at King with as the unfortunate downside. But the exhilarating feeling of being stabbed harmlessly by King's Heart weapon spurs on Intensity's enthusiasm. That is to say, don't mind the marks. On his throat. On his collarbone. And steadily moving down his chest in dark angry blotches.]

[ He shivers at every mark, breath already uneven and slightly labored -- but the movement causes him to peel one eye open, staring in confusion at his own Heart Weapon. ]

What are you--?

[King's only response is breathless, wild (unhinged) laughter as Intensity fists his one usable hand in King's hair and smashes their lips together.

Shhhh. Shhhhh.

Let him have this.]

[ Oh, buddy.

Is this a new kink? Filed away for later, then.

One of King's hands tangles in Intensity's hair and twists a little as they kiss, fangs pinching at his lower lip. Since they're being rough.

As he rumbles a low laugh into the kiss. ]

[Now, look.

Intensity has been a good boy, trying (with varying levels of success) to make calm and rational decisions when he wants to do everything but that. And now he wants to throw King down to the ground and ravish him so he can't walk tomorrow. So that's exactly what he'll do.

He growls at the sharp scrape of teeth, licking his way into King's mouth and exploring it just as roughly.

And the hand leaves his hair so that it can go exploring south, dragging red marks down the length of King's back.]

[ The fangs change tactics, going for his tongue next, until he gets distracted murmuring into the kiss, smug. ]

I see I should have stabbed you sooner.

Not my fault you play it safe.

[But unfortunately his next planned maneuver requires two hands, so WITH GREAT RELUCTANCE he has to reach over to pull the Heart Weapon out of his arm]

[ Raising an eyebrow, but clearly Intensity has a Plan ]

Don't worry, I'll keep it in mind for later.

[Yes. Definitely a plan.

And that plan is to keep one hand clutching at King's hip and moving the other to hold one of his wings still and outstretched, effectively pinning him so he can yank King as close as physically possible.

Now here's an experiment Intensity has been meaning to try for a long long while.

Is it possible to mark wings?

There's a teasing brush of lips along the upper ridge before teeth scrape against the webbing just beneath.

Because Intensity is sure going to try and find out.]

[ Well, that--

That earns a low, strangled sound in his throat, the wing flexing involuntarily as he sucks in a sharp gasp.

Holy shit. ]

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