[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?]
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?
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
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Yeah, he seems like a wealth of great decisions there.
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[what if-- he leans down for a quick kiss]
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Don't say that. He makes your bowling ball look downright Stylish.
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I deserved that after the cockroach comment, huh.
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Yup.
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he feels pretty light at this, catching Nero easily. but also, playing a little hard to get with the kisses as he pulls back]
I told you, I'm rude.
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[How dare you play hard to get with me, sir. If Jason wasn't going to take kisses, then he would suffer nuzzles against his neck]
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Is that a challenge?
[he's torn between hard to get and kissing him senseless]
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Maybe.
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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]
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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.]
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Sounds... like I get to define it then.
[he's teasing him softly, pulling away again just barely]
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Within reason.
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[hmm. he lets himself be pulled back in, but he doesn't melt into him-- just doesn't pull away]
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[His legs brush up against Jason's knee, taunting him with the prospect of a torso wrap again...]
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[he doesn't seem distracted, though he does lean in a little closer-- but frustratingly, not close enough for lips to touch]
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[Mock grimaces, but at the same time bracing his forearm against Jason's chest and his hand on the back of his neck...]
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[he considers him, and then smirks lightly]
So, how was the book?
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[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.]
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but he's curious-- and a little surprised.
and he likes it.]
You can borrow it if you want.
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[Before Jason could protest, Nero kisses him firmly, into the bedsheets. Not taking no for an answer.]
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his hand goes to his tunic, fisting the fabric. and his eyes close to savor it.]
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[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.]
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Just taking notes from you.
And I would like t'borrow that book.
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