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[ shiraishi has enough foresight to put his own glass down before he gets a lapful of swordman, hands moving to his hips to steady him. ]

That's one way of putting it. People usually go for "annoying", or "frustrating". [ he doesn't sound displeased by it. ]

Generally speaking, and here. Apparently.

[higekiri lets his arms loop around shiraishi's shoulders, easy as anything but also he blinks]

Oh? Do people find you annoying?

[he apparently

can't relate]

People don't like being told the truth, or not receiving it from other people when they want it.

[ amazing

higekiri. check yourself. ]

It's a conundrum.

[when has higekiri ever checked himself in his life

but he just looks amused at that]

Oh? That's a bit funny, coming from you.

[he doesn't say more than that though - instead presses a kiss to shiraishi's cheek, then along his jaw, slow and thoughtful, just something to sate the odd burning feeling that still plagues him]

Hm? I'm not saying anything especially amusing.

[ he tips his head back a little to let higekiri have better access, and focuses his attention on working a hand up the back of his clothing to slide along his spine. ]

Are you sure?

[he arches easily with the hand, a fluid movement that follows where shiraishi's hand goes, even as his mouth continues to press against the other man's neck]

You said that I ought to get to know you better before we are friends... and yet I still feel as though you keep everything locked away.

[a brief nip at the base of shiraishi's neck, almost scolding]

That is my conundrum.

[though he mostly sounds teasing - like he's not too ruffled over it]

I never said you would manage it.

[ the nip earns a bit of a flinch, surprised, but he retaliates with a pinch to the skin at the base of higekiri's spine with his other hand. ]

But you don't seem to let most things stop you.

[ah - he flinches in turn, even though it just makes him press more against shiraishi

and that makes him laugh]

Mm, I don't. [he's stubborn in his own way and his eyes seem to light at the prospect of a challenge] What was your mission, before you were scolded?

That’s a long story, and one I’m not going to tell.

[ shiraishi, immediately: haha nah

instead he lifts his other hand and starts pushing the fabric of his top up completely, so he can get access to the skin there to leave a trail of bites from his chest, heading down to his stomach. ]

[wow rude

but higekiri just hums at that, apparently accepting it even as his fingers tangle a bit into shiraishi's hair]

Stingy... Not even if I work for it?

[ you must be THIS level to unlock shiraishi’s backstory icly. ]

Depends on what kind of thing you’re thinking would persuade me.

[ a pause, and then: ]

The answer is likely still no, though.

[hm

higekiri pauses at that, tilting his head before pressing another kiss to the corner of shiraishi's mouth - less to persuade him but more because it's been a second since he gave in to the aphro]

Is there something you want...?

...

[ he leans forward and nips at higekiri's bottom lip. ]

There's nothing I want here enough.

[ah - higekiri chases after his mouth for another kiss, though he looks a bit thoughtful at that]

But there's something you want outside of here?

[ hmm. he leans back a little more, and taps a finger against his lips. ]

I'll give you that one. Yes, there's something I want outside of here.

Can I have a hint as to what that is...?

[ haha ]

No.

[ nice try though. ]

Well, at least I tried.

[so he can't be faulted!]

Yes, yes.

[ he reaches up and pat's hige's head. ]

Well done.

[he leans into the touch not unlike an overgrown lion cub

but also he just laughs and shakes his head then before pressing another kiss to shiraishi's lips]

Shall we move elsewhere?

[so we can fade to black and move on with depresso week threads]

I'm not interested in having anyone walking in on anything.

[ oof. hold on, he can probably lift hige if he gets hands under his ass. hold on. ]

You'll have to guide me to the room.

[ and please enjoy the image of him wandering down the corridor with hige propped in his arms as we cheerfully fade to black. ]