the morning after meme

[sockerballs]

the morning after ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND HIT UP RNG (01-10), OR CHOOSE A SCENE OF YOUR OWN. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the scenarios ① BREAKFAST IN BED: YOUR PARTNER'S UP AND ABOUT -- MAYBE DRESSED, MAYBE NOT -- AND IN THE KITCHEN. WHAT ARE THEY MAKING YOU? COULD IT BE... GRILLED CHEESE? ② HIT ME BABY: THEY'RE SUCH A PEACEFUL SLEEPER. A PEACEFUL, SEXY SLEEPER. ACTUALLY THERE'S TOO MUCH OF THAT SLEEPING HAPPENING. WHY DON'T YOU WAKE THEM UP, WORLD'S KINDEST ALARM? ③ ESCAPE FROM AZKABED: YOU WAKE UP TO FIND THEY'RE RUMMAGING ABOUT FOR THEIR CLOTHES, ABOUT TO LEAVE. WHY THE RUSH, AND CAN YOU CONVINCE THEM TO STAY? ④ THE AFTERNOON AFTER: AND THE EVENING, MAYBE EVEN THE MORNING AFTER AFTER... HOURS HAVE PASSED BUT YOU JUST CAN'T LEAVE EACH OTHER! OR MAYBE ONE OF YOU JUST WON'T... ⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL: THERE'S A TIGER IN THE CLOSET, A BABY IN THE BATHROOM, AND A TOTAL STRANGER CURLED UP BESIDE YOU. WHO IS THIS PERSON BESIDE YOU SMELLING OF TEQUILA AND REGRET? DO THEY KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT WHAT, OR WHO, WENT DOWN THAN YOU DO? ⑥ WET AND WILD: DON'T FEEL TOO LONELY WAKING UP BY YOURSELF -- THE SHOWER'S ON AND THE SOUND OF WATER FALLING IS MIGHTY INVITING. WHY DON'T YOU GET CLEANED UP -- OR DOWN AND DIRTY ALL OVER AGAIN? ⑦ I'LL SLEEP WHEN I DIE: SLEEP? WHAT IS THIS SLEEP THING YOU SPEAK OF? DAWN'S BREAKING AND NEITHER OF YOU HAVE GOTTEN A WINK, OR WANT ONE. WHO'S READY FOR ROUND asjldkjl? ⑧ A BITTER PILL: TURNS OUT THE REASON YOU SCORED WASN'T YOUR SPARKLING WIT AND MAGNETIC CONFIDENCE. YOUR PARTNER HAD AN ULTERIOR MOTIVE -- THEY ALREADY KNEW IT, AND YOU'RE ABOUT TO. RECON? REVENGE? REBOUND? TAG AND FIND OUT, IF YOU CAN HANDLE THE TRUTH! ⑨ THIS ISN'T MINE: THAT SLEEPY PERSON IN YOUR LIVING ROOM HAD A GREAT NIGHT -- WITH YOUR ROOMMATE. WELL, MIGHT AS WELL GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER WHILE YOU'RE BOTH THERE, RIGHT? ... RIGHT? ⑩ WILD CARD: ROLL MORE THAN ONCE AND COMBINE SCENARIOS, CHOOSE YOUR FAVOURITE, OR MAKE UP YOUR OWN! Stolen from here.

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[yakiniku]

[ As far as itches getting scratched, he could say for sure that last night Jack gave him quite the scratching. It was almost enough to take away from the fact that he was a traitor to his clan, and had just played a major role in the mission to take down the last living leader of his former crime family. Thinking of it made him crave a drink, but his headache kept him from acting on it.

Coffee was fine.]

Please. Do not apologize. [ While Hanzo couldn't disagree with Jack's statement, he was not much better and therefore had no room to judge. ]

Yes, quite good. [ He stretched his arms out above his head, loosening up a little as he yawned. Nowhere near Jack's age and he still feels like his body is not the same as it used to be. While it was still good for getting the job done, he had less resiliency than maybe even half a decade ago.

Hanzo finished off his coffee and stood. He gave Jack's a pat on one side of his broad shoulders, slight grin on his face--certain ambiguity in his words.] Thank you for that. You are free to go.

I must contact Genji to update him. On the mission. [ Clarification felt necessary. ]

[dadmad]

[ Last night was far from something Jack would call a mistake - not really. Still riding off that bone deep satisfaction intermingled with run ragged exhaustion from the pace Hanzo put him through there was no regretting it. Events leading up to tearing through the house and nearly breaking table, maybe. He could question his recklessness but not the results.

And they were both so results oriented. ]

Right. [ Jack felt his eyes wander down to Hanzo's abdomen; watching muscles flex and heave as Hanzo worked out the kinks. Maybe it was just the coffee but suddenly his mouth went bone dry. ]

You'd have an easier time of it going through official channels. [ He said it before Hanzo's touch ghosted from his shoulder and already he was questioning himself.

Jack, you idiot. ]

I should speak to him too and I can get you patched in through the Overwatch comm. I'm not trying to ride your ass. [ For a moment the only sound in the kitchen was Jack slowly setting down his coffee mug like he was defusing a bomb. ] I mean it'll be quicker.

[yakiniku]

[ While his mind was alert and oriented, his body was hesitant to keep up. Hanzo figured he must have overexerted himself during the mission, during the drinking, and most certainly with what followed--so much for moderation.

His head tilted to one side when he caught Jack looking, but moved around him to hide the smug look on his face as he placed his empty mug into the automated dishwasher. ]

Official channels? [ Of course. Jack wouldn't be Jack if he wasn't trying to get everyone to do things "the way they ought to be done." At least he didn't bring up how they went about it in his day, which unfortunately wasn't too far from Hanzo's day, so listening to it was that much more bothersome to hear. ]

If I did not know any better, I would think you were flirting with me. [ His hand slid up the front of Jack's shirt, briefly running his fingertips over the skin just below his navel to gauge the taller man's reaction.] How unprofessional.

[dadmad]

[ Even when command no longer fell to him and his position within Overwatch was more peripheral than anything, Jack was given to micromanaging. A holdover from the golden years when his authority carried some weight and his words like his actions had meant something. Even after a night he should have never agreed to - Jack liked to have things done a certain way.

With that in mind, Jack should have known what he was getting into with Hanzo. The man raised stubbornness to an art form, and there was no telling him what to do. Not these days. Jack was convinced that if Hanzo was being agreeable it meant he simple wanted to play along. Telling him meant nothing. The man was too capricious that Jack could never help but he was being played with on the end of a string.

What really bothered him was that he couldn't say disliked it. ]

Too old to flirt. [ Jack groused even as the cool hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. ] Just laying all my cards on the table.

[ His own hand snaked up Hanzo's pressed to his navel, tracing up those mean tattoos until him reached around to hold the other man by the small of his back. ]

[yakiniku]

[ A bit of a late-bloomer where flirting was concerned, Hanzo had picked up a lot of what he knew from his brother in their early years. At the time he was rarely in the position to partake in frivolous activities as often as most, but these days he allowed himself certain pleasures.

There was also the issue of how high his standards were, but sake was good for a number of things. Not that Jack wouldn't meet those standards. He made the word handsome seem inadequate, and was too perfectly scared to be pretty. Unsurprisingly, though, Hanzo's favorite thing about him was the very same thing that irritated him--their personalities were too similar. ]

Yet not too old to be insatiable, it seems. [ As if he wasn't the one taunting the man. Hanzo's fingers dip into the waist of Jack's pants, very lightly tugging him closer.

There was something about seeing Jack this way that made it difficult not to want to push his buttons to see if he could be flustered. He had yet to accomplish that, but wouldn't be giving up on it any time soon. ] I suppose Genji can wait.

[dadmad]

[ There were a lot of reasons Jack should have left when Hanzo had told him. Hell, there were more than few reasons he should have left after his first glass last night. All of them grounded logic difficult to argue with. Hanzo was notoriously mercurial so there was no telling what the fallout could be, for one. Not to mention what this sort of thing did in operations like this.

He could be overthinking this. Hanzo lessens the gap between them and the cool, dry skin of his knuckles brush along Jack's navel with fingers edging dangerously closer to a repeat performance.

So Jack decides he had been overthinking this, and there wasn't lot for him here to fuck up. Not a lot of people for him to hurt. Not like last time. ]

You know what you want, and I happen to find that agreeable. Or maybe just tolerable. [ Hanzo would remain disappointed in how Jack looked back at him as stolid as ever - he even smirked. Both hands smoothed around Hanzo's waist to settle on either side of his hips. ] We got all morning.

[yakiniku]

[ Hanzo knew the man was thinking about it, considering carefully, and mulling it over again. He expected no less from him. Although he wasn't quite sure why he was trying to be so persuasive, and it probably came across as uncharacteristic of him. Last night had been necessary for him, but right now he was admittedly just being greedy.

His hands went to work unbuckling Jack's belt while his head remained tilted back slightly to be able to look up at him while he unzipped him. There was a perverse curiosity there on whether or not Jack could maintain that poker face for much longer, but it didn't look like he would be budging any time soon. He would settle for the smirk. ]

I am going to need you to tolerate me just one more time, for good measure. [ As he spoke he shamelessly palmed the man's crotch through his boxer briefs, not looking away from his face, even grinning himself now.]

[dadmad]

[ This arrangement they had stumbled into was ideal, all things considered. Jack thought about it and reasoned the two of them had little in the way of a risk for collateral damage. Maybe he needed this as much as Hanzo seemed to, but at least they weren't sticking their necks out.

Transient and infinitesimal nights with no one any the wiser. That could be an arrangement that worked for people like them. Jack could be stupid for just a little longer. After all, he was only human. ]

Good measure, huh? [ Jack didn't blush but his expression did tighten somewhat when Hanzo invited himself into Jack's pants. Just teetering on being half hard - which was impressive a man Jack's age - he was already committed to one last fling before saying as much. ]

I've still got it. [ Pressing froward, Jack moved his knee between Hanzo's legs and applied just enough pressure to get a reaction. Hands moving down to the meat of the backs of Hanzo's thighs. A firm squeeze as he started to push Hanzo towards the kitchen table. Half-pushing, half-lifting him. ]

[yakiniku]

[ Hanzo genuinely wouldn't have ever assumed Jack would be interested. The man looked like he hadn't experienced fun in decades, but truthfully he was no bag of laughs himself. Whatever this was didn't happen often for him and had been born out of a cacophony of inebriation, boredom, and the need to distract himself from his thoughts. ]

It is difficult to tell how much you enjoy something if you have only done it..... once. [ The pause in his words came from how unexpectedly far along Jack was already.

Before he could piece together another wise-ass comment, he felt heat rise to his cheeks at the knee pressing against him in just the right way. The archer swallowed, forgetting his composure somewhere along the way to being moved onto the table. ]

A-Apparently. [ His free hand slid up the back of Jack's neck to pull him in for a kiss while his legs separated to give space for Jack to stand between them. Hanzo's kiss was as demanding as it was sudden, and he was non-apologetic in the way he sought out Jack's tongue. ]

[dadmad]

[ On the other side of the fence, Hanzo had a personality about as soft to the touch as steel wool from where he was standing. Not that Jack could cast judgement when he himself rarely communicated beyond grunts and monosyllabic orders. There was something ironically liberating about being in company this intimate with someone just as distant. ]

Right. [ Jack intoned with a hint of laughter that rumbled behind his flat reply.

What mattered was that Hanzo was as pliant as Jack was curious to see how close to the edge they could push each other. The slighter man was achingly hard against the press of his leg and Jack was growing impatient. There was a dull thud and before Jack could see if he threw Hanzo onto the table too hard all the air was drawn out of his lungs. Muted with the abrupt and heated kiss.

Jack could only comply as both hands raked up Hanzo's sides, deepening their kiss. Grunting in between shallow breaths as Hanzo drew him back in hard enough to break skin. Hanzo knew what he wanted, and Jack liked that kind of no-nonsense attitude. ]

Bed? [ Was the most articulate thing Jack could accomplish. Panting and groping Hanzo on the kitchen table as he was. ]