kanesanchan

[felinguistic]

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[felinguistic]

[ sometimes you just gotta lie back and think of.... idek. sword polish. what turns these swords on? ]

Oh, I'm sure you'll find something to be grump about regardless. [ but hey. at least he's pretty. ]

[namelessfighter]

[ hey if he kisses shiraishi will he shut up ]

[felinguistic]

[ mm. well.

for the moment, yes. ]

[namelessfighter]

[ haha nice. score one for kanesan. he'll just keep doing that, then, and none too gently. if he treats this like a different sort of spar, maybe it won't be so bad. ]

[felinguistic]

[ that's one way of looking at it -- but if this is to be a battle of sorts, then there's no need to be gentle or kind. so he nips at kanesan's lips perhaps a little on the harsher than necessary. ]

[namelessfighter]

[ there's a quiet hiss and he pulls back in surprise, but after a moment he leans down to bite back. two can play that game. ]

[felinguistic]

[ he just gets a look like. what did you expect?

but he doesn't flinch away from the returned bite. ]

[namelessfighter]

[ hm.

well.

the one inconvenient thing about joining shiraishi on the bed is that he's. still in full battle raiment? as he so often wears around the ship. so he's going to have to take a moment to sit back and pull the sheathed sword from his hip, setting it aside to remove the armor and wrap around his waist. that should make this a little easier, even if he still has a few more layers of clothing. ]

Is that how you convince someone to go along with you?

[ the biting, that is. ]

[felinguistic]

[ it's fine. shiraishi just lies back and studies him while he's busy half disrobing. he's comfortable, and the aphro zinging through his system help to appreciate the view. ]

If you were planning on slow and gentle, then you would have been nicer beforehand. I just read the mood.

[namelessfighter]

[ his head tilts, genuinely curious despite himself as he works to remove the kimono as well... the sleeves would only get in the way, after all. ]

Would you prefer that? Slow and gentle?

[ shiraishi doesn't seem the type? ]

[felinguistic]

I really don't care either way.

[ he shrugs, sheets on the bed shifting with the movement. ]

People will do what they want.

[namelessfighter]

Everyone has something they like best.

[ but he won't argue it now. the sooner they get this over with, the better. so, fine, if shiraishi wants to be rough, he'll get rough. kanesan knows how that works by now. so when he leans down this time, instead of bothering with another kiss, he's going to bite down on the pulse point of shiraishi's neck without bothering to hold back. ]

[felinguistic]

Maybe I’m just reasonable that way.

[ oh. well.

shiraishi winces at that, the sharp dig of teeth both a surprise and expected all at once. once that initial surprise had worn off, he just laughs. it’s a little breathy but gets the point across. his retaliation is to lift his hands and dig nails into the exposed skin of kanesan’s back — just hard enough to really bite. ]

[namelessfighter]

[ if he has a response for that, it's lost to a grunt at the sensation of shiraishi's nails in his skin. but instead of retaliating immediately, he runs his tongue over where he bit - even with someone like this, he doesn't want to hurt his partner too much, after all. but he will hold shiraishi in place with a firm hand on his hip. ]

[felinguistic]

[ hmm. he's not against that -- the hand on his hip and the weight behind it. he pulls his nails back a little, so it's more a heavy press of fingertips and drags them down kanesan's spine in a slow, purposeful swoop. ]

[namelessfighter]

[ his back arches with a hiss, and he presses down against shiraishi. then kanesan gives a soft laugh against his ear, voice low when he speaks. ]

What was that about making it bearable?

[ and then he's biting down on the ear lobe. it's turning out to be more of a sparring session than a good time, but. okay. he's not afraid of a good battle. ]

[felinguistic]

Would you rather I just lay back and thought of Tokyo?

[ please. that'd be boring for both of them. ]

[namelessfighter]

I’d rather you use that mouth of yours for something more bearable than talking.

[ he says, still talking?? but at least he’s busying himself with doing other things too, like slipping his hand under shiraishi’s shirt. ]

[felinguistic]

Hmmm. How forward of you.

[ he tenses a little at that hand, but doesn't resist any attempts to remove it or... anything, really. go for it, kanesan. ]

[namelessfighter]

[ kanesan hums in acknowledgement against his ear, and he decides to test how far shiraishi will let him go, starting to work the shirt up a bit further. swords have no shame, i guess. ]

But you’re still talking.

[felinguistic]

[ that's fair, neither does he. he just laughs. ]

You're not stopping me.

[namelessfighter]

[ well, fine. he turns to catch shiraishi's lips in a rough kiss, all tongue and teeth, while his other hand will find his thigh. ]

[felinguistic]

[ oh my. shiraishi lets his head tilt back a little into that kiss and gives back with as much tongue and teeth as he can as well. his thigh parts when kanesan's hand drops onto it. ]

[namelessfighter]

[ that’s… better. he hums in approval, apparently happy to hold shiraishi down for the time being. though he will work on removing his shirt! ]

[felinguistic]

[ don't hold him down too much, he'll have to raise his shoulders enough to let him get that shirt off once he's done unbuttoning it.

once his shirt is off, he'll make an attempt on whatever mass of kimono kanesan's wearing, and slide it off his shoulders. ]