The IC Anon Questions Meme!

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The IC Anon Questions Meme!

How this works.

✪Post with your Character! Name and series go in the header.

✪Go find another character! Go anon and ask them questions. They can be as ridiculous, serious or random as you want.

✪Go answer the ones people have left for you!

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[deathdrive]

[ Following suit in the brief intermission, Aoba slips his jacket off with a roll of his shoulders and kicks it aside. His coil and shirt join it in short order. Romancing was all well and good for a bashful idiot like Reason; Desire, on the other hand, doesn't feeling like screwing around in any but the most literal sense. Gold eyes glint in the dim light as he relishes the sight of Koujaku's elegant fingers divesting him of his belt. ]

Pity. Nothing would make me happier than ripping all traces of them from you. Not to mention how honored I'd feel teaching you everything I know. [ Those words all but purred, he slings an arm around the other man's neck with a melodramatic sigh, undoing the clasps of his collar. It drops just in time- Koujaku's ministrations drag an unhindered moan from Aoba's lips as he's left hanging from his neck, back arched. His breath comes hot and fast as he tucks his face into the crook of Koujaku's neck, murmuring: ] You know I love you too, right?

[ Not that he waits for a response. Unhindered by guilt or fear, he isn't so merciful as he plunges his teeth into the newly revealed skin again and again, intent on leaving his mark. Though he accompanies the attack with a smattering of licks and kisses to soothe the pain.

Still going at it, he nudges Koujaku until his legs hit the chair and he has nowhere to go except onto the waiting seat. That accomplished, he waits for their eyes to lock before he sweeps both hands down Koujaku's legs, lowering himself between them. A teasing smile crosses his features as he leans forward, taking the pants zipper in his teeth. Angled upward for a better show, he rolls his tongue over the metal with an expertise he's sure Reason lacks. ]

[beni_shigure]

[ Aoba's directness is a thrill in and of itself, and Koujaku quietly admires the way in which the other man removes his shirt and coil with such ease. The sight of his bare torso does little to alleviate Koujaku's desire, but he reminds himself that all things come in good time... Literally and figuratively.

At what Aoba says next, Koujaku manages a wolfish grin. ] I'm sure you'll still find things to teach me. [ He half-whispers his words, inclining his head to give Aoba easier access to his collar, while Koujaku's hands take no time undoing the button of Aoba's pants before gently smoothing their palms along the length of his torso, teasingly mapping the flat planes of skin he found there. The feeling of Aoba's words ghosting across his neck cause Koujaku's muscles to stiffen, his breath hitching in his throat as he registers what the other said.

"You know I love you too, right?"

Koujaku is ashamed at the way his heart practically leaps into his throat in response, his hands stopping in their tracks just below Aoba's ribcage. His skin flushes as his stomach does a flip, Aoba's teeth dragging a moan past Koujaku's lips before he can censor it.

He doesn't respond to the sentiment, mainly because he can't. He falls easily into the chair as if in a daze, his hand instinctively reaching to lightly stroke Aoba's hair. Were it anyone else, he'd have grasped the strands without concern, but knowing what he does about the man before him, Koujaku treats his hair gently, his breath catching in his throat once more at the sight of his zipper between Aoba's teeth.

In spite of his flushed skin and practically shaking body, he manages another smirk down in Aoba's direction. ]

You're full of surprises today, aren't you?