[ He's noticed a difference in those hands since the first night. Not sure exactly what it is just yet, he's got a few ideas, but those are taking a backseat to just enjoying the feeling of being touched. ]
Not so fast. You're sweet, but I'll be the one treating you to coffee and pie, alright? You've let me off the hook enough times it's really the least I can do.
[ The hand at Greg's tie twists to wrap it around like a leash, tugging to urge him closer and keep at that stubble rubbing, thanks. Akira will even help with cheeky kisses to the corners of Gregor's lips.
Meanwhile the other hand is making quick, practiced work of the buttons on Greg's vest. Dude's, uh. Dude's really good with his fingers, who would've guessed? ]
Buuut I can always do a little more...
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I'm gonna hold you to that, and letting me shout next time at least...Just remember, sweetcheeks; only second base for now. I don't put out on the first date.
[rubrubrubrubrubrub. As if he needed the tie yank to get in closer (but fuck is it hotter that way); the real quandary is Gregor's petty urge to leave visible marks, fighting against each little kiss so close to being right on his stupid mouth.
...Fuck it. If he risks getting left high and dry should that door open all of a sudden, he might as well get his own back. Gregor's mouth trails down, down to that soft, vulnerable skin under Akira's jaw, and starts nipping and sucking with a satisfied huff. Never mind the way he's feeling over each knob of vertebra with his prosthesis, over the prominent ridges of shoulder blade as if he's memorising them.
Shit, he'll even help out with his free hand in unbuttoning his vest, shrugging it off so that it dangles from the prosthesis' elbow. Anything in getting skin-on-skin is a bonus.]
Could have fooled me, with how eager you were last time.
[ It's just a tease, not a push. His hands are still above the belt, gladly taking the bit of help help and making quick work of Gregor's shirt so he can duck under fabric and start exploring skin.
His throat vibrates with pleased noises at the teeth on his neck, abrupt mewls escaping when Greg actually bites down. The work shirt isn't a high collar like he prefers on his own time--the birds are going to see all this, going to know, and instead of shame or panic boiling up he adjusts the slack in the necktie-leash to where there is none. A silent command for Greg to keep doing what he's doing, please and thank you.
It urges his own hand to be a little less gentle like before, nails trailing up until they can take a good, tight handful of a pec to knead at. Get fondled, idiot. His thumb especially is gonna have a good time rubbing and teasing over the nipple there. ]
Says you. I think we were both pretty excited by the game, between you and me.
[Mumbled right against Akira's skin still, mouth unwilling to move too far. He's not even going to stop suckling under his jaw until it feels like every inch is wet and puffy with hickeys (at least in his brain), laving his tongue out as he mouths his way down bit by bit.
Yeah. This was absolutely the best course of action to take. Sure, work's treating him like shit now, and he might even cop a bit of heat for not quite finishing his beat today, but like. Fuck it. This is just as good as a great fight, even if he's less sure of his skills in the sack than in the streets. But swinging a sword's never gotten someone flicking his nipple before, has it?
Which, by the way, gets him a little louder than he'd like, inspires the ultimate move: prosthetic hand no longer best friends with Akira's spine. Now slapping and kneading at his ass is the prosthesis' best friend etc etc.]
[ Welp! So much for keeping cool and flirty, Akira's gotta bite his lip to muffle a loud, delighted noise at that first surprise ass slap. There's no hiding the arch in his back, though, eagerly pressing himself as close as possible against as much of Gregor as he can manage, crotch first.
Just a moment's worth of recovery and he's yanking on Gregor's necktie to bring his ear to Akira's mouth, half growling and half purring his next words, ]
Oooh, you better save that for later or we're both getting caught real quick.
[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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Not so fast. You're sweet, but I'll be the one treating you to coffee and pie, alright? You've let me off the hook enough times it's really the least I can do.
[ The hand at Greg's tie twists to wrap it around like a leash, tugging to urge him closer and keep at that stubble rubbing, thanks. Akira will even help with cheeky kisses to the corners of Gregor's lips.
Meanwhile the other hand is making quick, practiced work of the buttons on Greg's vest. Dude's, uh. Dude's really good with his fingers, who would've guessed? ]
Buuut I can always do a little more...
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[rubrubrubrubrubrub. As if he needed the tie yank to get in closer (but fuck is it hotter that way); the real quandary is Gregor's petty urge to leave visible marks, fighting against each little kiss so close to being right on his stupid mouth.
...Fuck it. If he risks getting left high and dry should that door open all of a sudden, he might as well get his own back. Gregor's mouth trails down, down to that soft, vulnerable skin under Akira's jaw, and starts nipping and sucking with a satisfied huff. Never mind the way he's feeling over each knob of vertebra with his prosthesis, over the prominent ridges of shoulder blade as if he's memorising them.
Shit, he'll even help out with his free hand in unbuttoning his vest, shrugging it off so that it dangles from the prosthesis' elbow. Anything in getting skin-on-skin is a bonus.]
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[ It's just a tease, not a push. His hands are still above the belt, gladly taking the bit of help help and making quick work of Gregor's shirt so he can duck under fabric and start exploring skin.
His throat vibrates with pleased noises at the teeth on his neck, abrupt mewls escaping when Greg actually bites down. The work shirt isn't a high collar like he prefers on his own time--the birds are going to see all this, going to know, and instead of shame or panic boiling up he adjusts the slack in the necktie-leash to where there is none. A silent command for Greg to keep doing what he's doing, please and thank you.
It urges his own hand to be a little less gentle like before, nails trailing up until they can take a good, tight handful of a pec to knead at. Get fondled, idiot. His thumb especially is gonna have a good time rubbing and teasing over the nipple there. ]
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[Mumbled right against Akira's skin still, mouth unwilling to move too far. He's not even going to stop suckling under his jaw until it feels like every inch is wet and puffy with hickeys (at least in his brain), laving his tongue out as he mouths his way down bit by bit.
Yeah. This was absolutely the best course of action to take. Sure, work's treating him like shit now, and he might even cop a bit of heat for not quite finishing his beat today, but like. Fuck it. This is just as good as a great fight, even if he's less sure of his skills in the sack than in the streets. But swinging a sword's never gotten someone flicking his nipple before, has it?
Which, by the way, gets him a little louder than he'd like, inspires the ultimate move: prosthetic hand no longer best friends with Akira's spine. Now slapping and kneading at his ass is the prosthesis' best friend etc etc.]
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Just a moment's worth of recovery and he's yanking on Gregor's necktie to bring his ear to Akira's mouth, half growling and half purring his next words, ]
Oooh, you better save that for later or we're both getting caught real quick.
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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.