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[the great thing is, jason just has to back up towards the bed, and dump him on it unceremoniously.]
Is that a challenge?
[he's torn between hard to get and kissing him senseless]
Is that a challenge?
[he's torn between hard to get and kissing him senseless]
[He's thrown onto the bed with a peal of laughter, sprawled out on the unmade sheets. Instead of getting up, though, he smirks at Jason from where he's lying, like are you really gonna leave me here and NOT kiss me senseless?]
Maybe.
Maybe.
[
yeah okay. fine. he easily leans over him, one knee on the bed beside him, and a forearm next to his head, while one hand stretches out past him towards the other side of the bed.
and dips his head low to kiss him.]
What're we supposed t' be doin' for this challenge?
[muttered against his lips]
yeah okay. fine. he easily leans over him, one knee on the bed beside him, and a forearm next to his head, while one hand stretches out past him towards the other side of the bed.
and dips his head low to kiss him.]
What're we supposed t' be doin' for this challenge?
[muttered against his lips]
[Whispered with a teasing smile,]
I forget.
[He clasps Jason's face with his one arm and kisses deeply, arcing his back into him. Even without his right arm, he still rests his empty stump against Jason's chest, over his heart.]
I forget.
[He clasps Jason's face with his one arm and kisses deeply, arcing his back into him. Even without his right arm, he still rests his empty stump against Jason's chest, over his heart.]
[what good is a lazy morning without long, slow kisses, it's true.]
Sounds... like I get to define it then.
[he's teasing him softly, pulling away again just barely]
Sounds... like I get to define it then.
[he's teasing him softly, pulling away again just barely]
[He threads his hand up, into Jason's hair, bracing the back of his head to pull him close again. Sssstay.]
Within reason.
Within reason.
That's not what you said, though.
[hmm. he lets himself be pulled back in, but he doesn't melt into him-- just doesn't pull away]
[hmm. he lets himself be pulled back in, but he doesn't melt into him-- just doesn't pull away]
I got distracted, so sue me.
[His legs brush up against Jason's knee, taunting him with the prospect of a torso wrap again...]
[His legs brush up against Jason's knee, taunting him with the prospect of a torso wrap again...]
You're lucky there's no legal system here for me to take you up on that.
[he doesn't seem distracted, though he does lean in a little closer-- but frustratingly, not close enough for lips to touch]
[he doesn't seem distracted, though he does lean in a little closer-- but frustratingly, not close enough for lips to touch]
Wow, that just sounds like the worst parts of Baritones and Taisho mixed together.
[Mock grimaces, but at the same time bracing his forearm against Jason's chest and his hand on the back of his neck...]
[Mock grimaces, but at the same time bracing his forearm against Jason's chest and his hand on the back of his neck...]
Sounds like your nightmare.
[he considers him, and then smirks lightly]
So, how was the book?
[he considers him, and then smirks lightly]
So, how was the book?
[Not skipping a beat,] Elizabeth's my favourite.
[With a sudden shove to Jason's knee on the loose bedsheets and a push to his chest, Nero pivots to throw Jason's weight over, flipping him onto his back instead.]
[With a sudden shove to Jason's knee on the loose bedsheets and a push to his chest, Nero pivots to throw Jason's weight over, flipping him onto his back instead.]
[well, now he finds himself looking up at the ceiling. he could roll out of the way, make this more of a challenge.
but he's curious-- and a little surprised.
and he likes it.]
You can borrow it if you want.
but he's curious-- and a little surprised.
and he likes it.]
You can borrow it if you want.
And you should take your bike.
[Before Jason could protest, Nero kisses him firmly, into the bedsheets. Not taking no for an answer.]
[Before Jason could protest, Nero kisses him firmly, into the bedsheets. Not taking no for an answer.]
[he was going to say something-- but it's lost in the kiss. and he relaxes, immediately, a subtle admission he was caught. though he does readjust himself underneath Nero, kicking up a knee.
his hand goes to his tunic, fisting the fabric. and his eyes close to savor it.]
his hand goes to his tunic, fisting the fabric. and his eyes close to savor it.]
[There's a pleased hum in his throat when Jason grabs his shirt, the corners of his mouth pulling into a smile as he presses on - kissing him in waves, deep mouthfuls ebbing away until they barely touched, a faint graze dancing over Jason's lips to pay him back for playing hard to get earlier.]
This a new kissing technique?
[he teases in between one of those waves, tilting his head just slightly. he lets his knee rest lightly against his hip, and cracks open an eye to look at him.
he seems amused-- enjoying it for what it was. even if it was some amount of punishment for his own games.]
[he teases in between one of those waves, tilting his head just slightly. he lets his knee rest lightly against his hip, and cracks open an eye to look at him.
he seems amused-- enjoying it for what it was. even if it was some amount of punishment for his own games.]
[A laugh bubbles at the edge of his breaths, affectionate and cheeky. He pauses, smiling, just to admire the sharp blue of Jason's eyes...]
Just taking notes from you.
And I would like t'borrow that book.
Just taking notes from you.
And I would like t'borrow that book.
Just give it back when you're done.
And I'll take those keys, if that's how you're gonna be about it.
And I'll take those keys, if that's how you're gonna be about it.
[A Feint rolls out of him to grab the keys off his desk and pass it back to Nero prime - who dangles it over Jason's head for him to take. Makes no move to get off him, though.]
You better give that bike a cool name.
You better give that bike a cool name.
[Immediately,]
I take it back. Gimme those keys.
I take it back. Gimme those keys.
That's the dumbest name I've ever heard! I thought you read books!!
[he leans up to give him a quick peck on the lips, and then shoves him off, so cruel]
Shoulda thought of that first.
Shoulda thought of that first.
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