(He sends a suite # that is empty.. which likely gives away the idea that he may have.. thought this out himself and was quite serious about it. However, he's still feeling a bit irritated at John's difficult behavior.)
[John would have been disappointed had it been his first time being stood up, but he kind of expected it so once he lets himself in he's just nosying around. Raiding someone else's fridge, slithering around corners lifting up cushions and other things as though he's looking for something.
Before long he'll be making himself at home, planting his bony arse on the nearest flat surface lighting up a good time for the next three minutes.]
(Kanda enters the suite and is surprised to see John there already. He watches the other for a brief moment before he shuts the door behind him and locks it. Kanda slips off his coat and sets it aside a lone chair before he traces his steps over to where John is at.
His jaw sets and his hands move to the man's waist where he begins to finger the pants to get to what they both came here to do.)
Whoa whoa whoa. Slow down mate. [Not that John is ever a huge proponent for slowing things down and drawing things out, but Kanda looks so... mechanical about it. John finishes his smoke halfway through the cigarette, tucks what's left of it behind his ear, and wiggles a bit to 'help' with his own trousers. Encouraging hands reach over searching for elbows and hips to try and pull Kanda in closer.]Β
(Kanda's hands lift from John's waist, his eyes lift from the belt and focus on the other's eyes. Irritation strikes across Kanda's face before that turns into confusion. His brows draw together. He first feels rejected, then confused. John wanted this, hadn't he? This was what he was gunning for their first interaction - wasn't he? Or was this all a big fucking joke to John? Kanda's hands settle on John's shoulders. The familiar scent of cigarette was neither a deterrent nor an attraction. But those words.
That question..
Kanda's hands spread outward, though his palms remain on John's shoulders. He neglects gripping onto the blond. He doesn't answer him, he doesn't want to answer him.
Here. [He reaches around to give Kanda's hand a squeeze. Then he
smooths his hand down over his chest and slides it around behind Kanda's
lower back, pulling him closer.]
You need to relax. For both our sakes, eh? [His voice drops to a low
rumble, chapped lips working their way up the side of Kanda's
neck.]
Maybe I could show you a good time instead. [They're in hell after
all. Nothing wrong with a bit of indulgence.]
(Kanda exhales slowly as he's pulled into John. A warmth stretches across his chest. Stupid.. this is stupid. He acknowledges the resistance as well as John's lips scratching up the side of his neck. Stupid.. His jaw sets and his eyes close before he realizes the tilt of his head. His body moves to accommodate John, to encourage him even as Kanda settles his hands down on the other with a grip. His jaw loosens, his lips part, and he takes in a breath.
Cigarette. The familiarity of it strikes Kanda with an uncomfortable stroke that scales the inside of his nose, down his throat, and stretches within his chest. It almost burns. The lingering of John's smoke ignites his skin with a prickle, with attraction - no longer indifference for the scent.
I'm stupid. His fingers move to the sides of John's face and he strokes up the blond's cheeks to the ears before he gently pinches them. He exhales again, this time with a soft mewl of pleasure. I want this.. He pulls his head back, uses the pinch on John's ears to manipulate the head so close to him, and pushes his lips against John's. He doesn't know how to relax, not with how tense John was making him feel.)
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Would've preferred a dick pic.
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Right. Maybe next year.
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That's not too long away, I think. I can wait.
You do know it's not going to get any bigger next year, don't you.
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I'll settle for this fingering tape in the meantime, ta.
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Wait, are you being serious?
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Before long he'll be making himself at home, planting his bony arse on the nearest flat surface lighting up a good time for the next three minutes.]
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His jaw sets and his hands move to the man's waist where he begins to finger the pants to get to what they both came here to do.)
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This isn't your first time, is it?
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That question..
Kanda's hands spread outward, though his palms remain on John's shoulders. He neglects gripping onto the blond. He doesn't answer him, he doesn't want to answer him.
In fact, he wants to leave. He feels humiliated.)
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Here. [He reaches around to give Kanda's hand a squeeze. Then he smooths his hand down over his chest and slides it around behind Kanda's lower back, pulling him closer.]
You need to relax. For both our sakes, eh? [His voice drops to a low rumble, chapped lips working their way up the side of Kanda's neck.]
Maybe I could show you a good time instead. [They're in hell after all. Nothing wrong with a bit of indulgence.]
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Cigarette. The familiarity of it strikes Kanda with an uncomfortable stroke that scales the inside of his nose, down his throat, and stretches within his chest. It almost burns. The lingering of John's smoke ignites his skin with a prickle, with attraction - no longer indifference for the scent.
I'm stupid. His fingers move to the sides of John's face and he strokes up the blond's cheeks to the ears before he gently pinches them. He exhales again, this time with a soft mewl of pleasure. I want this.. He pulls his head back, uses the pinch on John's ears to manipulate the head so close to him, and pushes his lips against John's. He doesn't know how to relax, not with how tense John was making him feel.)