[Just to make good on that, his hands move back up just a few centimetres, hips more than ass, and he presses a few apologetic kisses along the side of Akira's throat.
(They are not apologetic at all, with how he's grinning in each kiss.)]
Didn't think you'd get so worked up, to be honest. I better remember that, huh?
[ Akira sneaks in a nip at the shell of Gregor's ear before the man's going back down to his throat. Cheeky little shit that he is, Akira's obviously not too upset about it all. ]
Oh, I've plenty of little secrets like that to show you. If you play your cards right at dinner~
[ A bluff--so long as nothing else comes up it's practically guaranteed he's going to yoink this guy somewhere private as soon as he gets the chance. But they're both being teases here, hands full of each other, so it's fine. It's great.
Great like how Gregor's waist seems to fit perfectly to the curve of Akira's hand, don't mind fingertips playfully flicking at that uniform waistband. ]
Hooooo, you keep that up, we're both gonna be figuring out each other's buttons before dinner even hits.
[A little louder than he'd meant, but can you blame a guy for getting pumped up for his impending dinner date and possibly, probably, hopefully, sweet narsty sex after? Gregor even laughs in between kisses and bites, a blend of the two now, and moves to lift Akira off the ground and crush him in close.]
I better go gettin' you some roses, fella. Real deal stuff.
[ Any other idle purring shifts into surprised laughter as he's suddenly lifted, shifting his own hold so it's more of a proper hug, better for holding on. ]
Roses? [ He half-asks, half-laughs, masking the little leap his heart does at the idea. ] Heavens, as if you need the help in getting me to fall for you!
Ah, definitely keep that sort of chat for after the first date, huh? I don't wanna break your heart with how boorish I am, so temper those expectations.
[And then he fucking winks. Of course he does.] But I gotta get you something, don't I? And they'd match your eyes. ...And the way you've been a thorn in my side and my brain, I guess. But mostly the eye thing.
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[Just to make good on that, his hands move back up just a few centimetres, hips more than ass, and he presses a few apologetic kisses along the side of Akira's throat.
(They are not apologetic at all, with how he's grinning in each kiss.)]
Didn't think you'd get so worked up, to be honest. I better remember that, huh?
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Oh, I've plenty of little secrets like that to show you. If you play your cards right at dinner~
[ A bluff--so long as nothing else comes up it's practically guaranteed he's going to yoink this guy somewhere private as soon as he gets the chance. But they're both being teases here, hands full of each other, so it's fine. It's great.
Great like how Gregor's waist seems to fit perfectly to the curve of Akira's hand, don't mind fingertips playfully flicking at that uniform waistband. ]
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[A little louder than he'd meant, but can you blame a guy for getting pumped up for his impending dinner date and possibly, probably, hopefully, sweet narsty sex after? Gregor even laughs in between kisses and bites, a blend of the two now, and moves to lift Akira off the ground and crush him in close.]
I better go gettin' you some roses, fella. Real deal stuff.
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Roses? [ He half-asks, half-laughs, masking the little leap his heart does at the idea. ] Heavens, as if you need the help in getting me to fall for you!
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[And then he fucking winks. Of course he does.] But I gotta get you something, don't I? And they'd match your eyes. ...And the way you've been a thorn in my side and my brain, I guess. But mostly the eye thing.