Cultures handle sex incredibly differently. While it may be casual in some societies, in others, the act of copulation equates with commitment. And that's all in one species! This gradient of reactions and attitudes becomes even more complicated with the addition of different species. Yes, species...sentient and sapient, of course! Be those races alien, magical, vampiric, angelic, animalistic, or even a vague mutation of humanity itself, all have a somewhat nuanced view of what sex should be, be it healthy or unhealthy. There's probably even other ways to go about it for them, not to mention the variation in the actual mechanics. How presumptuous to assume that everyone in this whole wide universe would be shaped exactly like bland ol' humans?
Throwing two species together for a sexual rendezvous is inadvisable, yet it happens. Specifically, it happens in this meme. Whether the encounter is nervous, romantic, non-consensual, awkward, sexy, or anywhere in between, there's bound to be baggage, unfamiliarity, and the ultimate culture clash.
- Comment with your character, your character's species, and your detailed preferences, because this meme will definitely push some boundaries. Mention if you're open to assumed CR and AUs.
- I was fairly liberal while making this meme. Human-mutants or genetically modified humans can count as a different species, because I know there are a lot of those in DWRP.
- Feel free to AU characters to be any species you want. Vampire AU! Angel AU! Alien AU! Go crazy.
- Reply to others. Use the RNG to determine your scene.
First Meetings: Don't you know it's the tradition of their homeland to have a tryst after introductions.
Long Awaited: You've been involved for a while now, and the shoe's about to drop. You have to get physical at some point.
Putting It Off: ...don't you? Actually, you don't want them to see just what you've got going on, so you've been coming up with outlandish excuses not to have sex. That ends now.
Love: Being in love makes everyone - and everything - beautiful.
Stranger in a Strange Land: You only have one ally in this new, weird place. Better make those bonds tight.
Different Expectations: To you, sex is just a casual game. To them? You're now good as married.
Not Wanted: They want you, but you want nothing to do with them.
See What You've Got: Is it bad you're excited to see what a real life [insert species here] has in their pants?
Just Friendly Curiosity: You're bros, honestly! You just want to see what the big deal is. Surely you can't be that different...
How Will it Fit?: No, seriously. How is that going to fit? You two aren't made to go together in that way.
You Do What?: That doesn't sound like sex at all. Are you sure they're not challenging you to battle.
Not What I Have in Mind: Huh. You really pictured something wildly different.
Unique Quirk: They have extra sensitive horns or wings or the like that can be used for extra fun.
Arcane Magic or Science: They have to get your help to perform some kind of ritual. It also has to be done naked.
Alliance and Marriage, Same Thing: To negotiate peace between your species and theirs, you've got to put a ring on it.
It's for an Experiment!: You two just want to see if your kind can ever be together.
Changed: Somehow, you've been morphed into whatever they are. They're going to be a pal and show you around in your new body.
Difficulties: Okay, there's going to have to be some thought about the logistics here. It's not going to be an easy wham-bam-thank-you-m'am.
Modification: Maybe you can't do the classic penetration, but there are other ways to get off.
Power Up: There are interesting ways you can put abilities to use.
Hurt: You didn't mean to, but you hurt them physically.
Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder: They're actually the most gorgeous specimen back home. You're the ugly one! Well, not exactly to them, but you do look a little funny.
Grossed Out: You tried to be open minded. Yeah, it's not working out. You're turned off.
Take It Slow: Don't rush things along in general is good advice, especially for this mismatched coupling.
More Human than Human: Wait. That's it? You expected - and wanted - something a little more bizarre and exotic.
Unconfident: Wouldn't they like someone of their own kind better? You can't help but feel a bit insecure and unloved.
Did You Know: Some species have a heat cycle! You've volunteered to help out a lover or friend with theirs.
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Gamora | MCU | OTA
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Peregrin Took | Lord of the Rings | OTA
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Loretta | OC | F/F
Alma d'Artaire | OC | (mild F/F pref)
Tygra | Thundercats 2011 | M/M
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He's bad at Real Emotions so any flirting will likely get hilarious fluster out of him.]
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Any preferences on the prompts or settings or positions/kinks?]
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Bonus points when Tygra realizes that he's not just getting flustered but actually likes him. Tommy is just fucking terrible at relationships in general let alone any that include romantic angles. He'll hide behind being a workaholic to avoid thinking too hard about feelings.
I'm pretty open to options as far as kinks go- skimming your list I don't see anything you've got listed as anything I'd nope out of. Definitely would be some inexperience going on- maybe sparring turns to something else, bc Tommy would get kinda aggressive in pretending he's fine and Tygra would absolutely be welcome to call him on that.]
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Tygra’ll definitely pick up on the fact Tommy likes him; he’s a flirt and definitely used to people finding him attractive (and he really does work hard to make himself out to be the “perfect’ cat, mostly to overshadow his brother cause he’s got mega-issues with that whole birthright thing). But he won’t let someone totally wreck themselves over something as—in his opinion—“simple” as an attraction.
Inexperience is a fine thing to play with in this thread! And yes, I’m all for sparring turning heated. Tygra will definitely call him out for being distracted during the spar. We'll do the rest of the detailed plotting in PM! Looking forward to it!]
Lemme know if it needs changing 8B
Slowly but surely, everyone seemed to thaw out around him. Even Tygra. It didn't stop him from being his usual self, but that was fine. Friendlier in his way, even before Tommy became aware that on occasion he was being flirted with. Which for as confident as Tommy could be? He was incredibly shy about. Which just seemed to amuse Tygra into flirting more as time passed, and Tommy tried to pretend like it didn't get him quite so flustered, or that he might be enjoying it just a little bit.
It wasn't the first time he'd come down to spar, or practice if no one else was there. It was a good way to bleed off energy, to clear his thoughts. Sure it was more effective with a partner, but a bag would have to do tonight it seemed. Not the first time he'd spend too long at practice, and definitely not the last, especially if he wanted to keep up with the others here.]
Everything works out good!
Admittedly, his greatest resource was his surprising knowledge of the tech they came across. Lion-O was instantly friendly to Tommy for it, and Tygra was instantly less trusting for the same reason. Go figure. Tech still equated to Mumm-Ra most of the time. But with his work on the tank and repairs to the items they came across, it was obvious Tommy was far more a help than a threat. Eventually Tygra warmed up to him. Including training. Something he definitely didn’t bother pulling his punches on. And lately had grown to enjoy on a different level.
Something was distracting the young man and Tygra had a good idea what. But why bother outright asking him when he could play with it for a little while? Obviously it flustered Tommy and that was as good a reason to continue doing it. The tiger’s never going to completely outgrow his older-brother’s-a-jerk streak.
The sound of blows landing on the training bag told him Tommy was working even before he arrived there. As it was, the Thundercats were lodging in a small town on the outskirts of a forest. A mole-built area, the underground rooms were perfect for private moments. Sunlight filtered down into this one, but the shade kept a good bit of it cool. To say nothing of the small stream meandering through one side. Tygra leaned against the wall, invisible and silently, as he’d been for the past ten minutes, watching Tommy train in completely ignorance to his being there. Just one more reason Tygra’s so proud to be a Cat.]
Still haven’t worked on that left side guard, have you. [Condescending amusement at its best.] You’re going to get another scar there.
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And it was notably only that he was that hard on himself. When Kat and Kit convinced him to teach them he was patient and understanding, but there was no understanding or patience for his own mistakes, not that he ever expressed that to anyone, but it was fairly clear.
It was part of why he liked sparring with Tygra. The part he would admit anyways, that the cat was willing to go all out. But as far as Tommy knew, the other wasn't there, so he was focusing on beating his restlessness out on the bag. And it spoke to how often Tygra liked to sneak up on him that he didn't start at it anymore, though the kick he snapped at the bag was a little higher than he'd meant to aim.]
Wouldn't be the first one. [Glancing back at him briefly before hitting the bag again.] Won't be the last.
[He finally stopped for the moment, turning as he stretched an arm over his chest.] Something you needed?
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But Tygra and Panthro were content to let Tommy learn the hard way that life without downtime is going to burn out much faster. Of course, Tygra had fun sticking Tommy with “babysitting duty” with WilyKit and Kat. Those two yanked him right into their shenanigans whether he wanted to or not. And surprisingly, Tommy did rather well with the two orphaned kittens. Just, one of those people who gave other’s good advice, but never followed it himself.
Tygra noted the lack of jump or shock in Tommy’s body, but the mistaken aim on the bag was proof enough he’d surprised him to some degree. The Cat smirked to himself regardless.] I know. [He’d seen him get the first two over the year. However, that last comment earned a slight frown from the tiger prince and with a quivering fade, the Cat blurred back into visibility.]
With an attitude like that, you’re never going to make any improvements. So why bother trying?
[And the look in his eye showed he wasn’t being flippant about it either. He was serious. Tygra didn’t pull his punches in his fights and he likewise didn’t mince his words.]
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He appreciated the advice. He tried to take it, knew that what Cheetara said was right. But so far he hadn't been able to manage it.
Tygra could see the way his shoulders set, like Tommy was ready to argue it, to snap in response. He'd gotten better about the urge, but that prideful temper still lurked. However he managed to catch himself before he said anything, brow furrowing as he huffed a faint sigh.]
You're right. Sorry. [A grimace as he crossed his arms, glancing away. Trying not to let on that how easily he was nettled by Tygra at times like this was due to wanting to impress the Cat.] Guess I'm a little high-strung lately.
[Understatement of the year, but when was that anything new?]
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Regardless, there were times when Tommy tried Tygra’s, though the tiger was apt to give a final word and walk off rather than waste too much time arguing. For a moment, it looked like that was going to be the case, with the human setting his shoulders and his lips tight as if an argument was ready to burst from his mouth. But… surprise surprise, the urge deflated visibly in front of him and Tygra lifted his chin in confidence. Looks like he won without needing to go another round. He knew all about being prideful (definitely had issues with his own, not that he’d ever admit it).]
Of course I am. [Like it was obvious. The tiger prince eyed the human for a few silent seconds more. Yeah, he knew he got under Tommy’s skin and that was half the reason he did it. You didn’t get the point across by being nice and pampering. This wasn’t a soft, cushiony life anymore. At the “guess” of an excuse, Tygra walked over to the bag and gave it a light push (much like a cat batting at string, but don’t tell him that).] I see that. Any idea what’s bothering you?
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The tiger's response was entirely unsurprising, earing a low huff from Tommy as he met his gaze, brows furrowed slightly.
(And if the similarity in that movement reminded him of a playful cat, he certainly wouldn't be saying as much.)]
The list of possibilities is long as usual. [True enough, even if he knew the majority of it this time was Tygra himself. Not that he was doing anything wrong but then Tommy was shy underneath his brusque attitude, which the Cat's flirting certainly didn't help with. He'd tried to get up the nerve to talk to Cheetara about it at one point, get some advice on how to handle it, but the idea of opening up about something like that... definitely not his preference.] Figured some time training would help. Clearly I need it anyways.
[A faint wry note of amusement slipped into his voice at the last bit, not saying that he'd been down here too long as it was, though really it was practically expected at this point. If Tommy was uneasy, or uncertain about something, he could typically be found either brooding alone somewhere, or training.]
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Are you ever going to make attempts to shorten it?
[A pointed question delivered in a flippant tone, as if Tygra already knew (assumed) what the answer was. He was well aware this could end up pissing the human off, but if that got him to address whatever was bothering him, it was worth it. And while he had his suspicions on what it was, there wasn’t any help in Tommy not earning his own admission. He needed to say it, not Tygra.]
Clearly.
[He answered the wry amusement with a dry retort of his own. The guy spent too much time training to always come back retorting it was never enough. Like constantly shooting the bullseye. It was good to have the skill, but when the target started moving and you missed… then went back to shooting the stationary bullseye for comfort, not so much improvement there. Basically, this small team of survivors didn’t have the time or resources to eternally permit brooding. They had to move forward. Not just physically.]
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But admitting that he was getting weird over Tygra being a flirt? How the hell did he even ask about it? And if he did, would an answer help? The tiger was probably just playing around, it likely wasn't anything serious. And yet...]
The stuff I can do something about, yeah. [He was familiar with this game, with the Cat needling him and acting smug when he got a response. Maybe a distraction then while he tried to figure out how to bring the subject up.] So, did you want to spar? Seeing how I'm clearly in need of your all-knowing guidance and all.
[A little bit snarky in his commentary, Tygra's comments had definitely worked under his skin, but there wasn't a serious bite to the words. And it wasn't like he was lying, he could use the practice with another person. Hitting a bag was good for working on form or beating out frustration, but not so much for combat training proper. And Tygra? Was good. Very good. As much as Tommy hated to admit it sometimes he'd come into that arrogance honestly, and he'd be stupid not to want to learn what he could from the Cat.]
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So long as it didn’t endanger the Thundercats. And so far, that’d been fine. Still, all that heavy stuff aside, he was curious about what was bugging the other male now. It’d started a while ago, but was really coming to the forefront. His distraction and recalcitrance had ramped up a bit over the past month or so.]
And yet you’re still down here, sequestered, alone, and brooding, whenever there’s no work to be done. [Tygra pushed the bag a few more times, watching it swing back and forth, each return landing against his open hand with a soft sound.] I can’t imagine how your friends back home got to spend any time with you.
[The last part was obviously musing to himself… and just as obviously spoken out loud and within earshot. Tygra expected the response however. “I don’t have friends,” or something along those lines. True Tommy knew how to be a team player, so Tygra assumed he knew what being on a team entailed. But beyond teamwork… He gave the bag one more push and smirked at the snark comment. That was both expected and earned.]
Needing and taking are different things.
[Before abruptly twisting around and with one smooth leap from the ground, round housed the entire training bag straight towards Tommy without warning. Let’s test how distracted those reflexes are.]
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Tommy couldn't help the shift of expression when Tygra brought up friends, something a bit pained, and closed off in a blink-and-you-miss-it sort of way. He knew the Cat meant in general, but given they were the closest things he'd had to friends back home, however untrue that was yet, his mind jumped straight to the other Rangers.]
I'm not sure friends would be the right thing to call them. [Muttered more than anything. A couple of them wanted to be. Billy and Kimberly had tried to reach out to him. Jason and Trini were nice enough, but wary, not that he could blame them after the mess of Rita's control and his almost killing them all. And Zack?
Well he sure as hell had wanted Tommy gone and made that abundantly clear.
If he was going to reply to Tygra's teasing after, he didn't have the time, as the Cat went almost immediately on the offensive. And he'd likely hear that startled huff of breath as he snapkicked the bag out of the air before darting in, opening with a quick sweep to try and take Tygra off his feet before he could put on the pressure.]
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Anyways. Enough of the searching. He’d learn to deal with those issues or not. Probably better to focus on the more present problem. Considering there were reports of a Lizard movement, meaning a battle might be on its way in a day or two.
Tygra alighted on the ground nigh-silently, balancing on the balls of his feet, and quickly darted to the side even before Tommy knocked the bag away. He wanted no part of whatever return path it took. In a flash, the human was bringing it into close quarters and Tygra jerked up into the air, dodging the sweep with a short jump. Though close quartered combat wasn’t his preference (specifically visible CQC), he was just as good at it. Landing, he reached out and made a grab for the human, fully intent on grappling his shoulder and arm.]
Good. You started low to finish it.
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But this? Movement and action, that helped. Tygra could likely see the shift in him, some of the tension bleeding from his frame. No less ready, still paying attention, but like a weight was off his shoulders, at least for the moment.
And he responded to the grab quickly, moving into it, twisting his own arm under Tygra's to grab him in turn, and if the cat wasn't quick about it, he'd be grabbing him by the front as well, to try and flip him onto his back. It was debatable if it would work, the Cats proved to be rather difficult to put down in such a manner, but then it also kept Tygra in his grasp and thus less able to back off, kept things in close quarters like Tommy preferred, where the odds were a bit more even.]
Well, your lessons had to sink in sometime, right?
[He tended to learn well and quickly, but clearly the shift from talk to motion had improved his mood somewhat.]
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Brown eyes widened at the sudden response, his attempted grab abruptly getting reversed. He got one arm and at the same time, Tommy got him under the other. Teeth bared in a quick snarl of surprise and adrenaline when the world went upside down. Shit—And threw himself into the motion. Legs whipped overhead and Tygra jerked his limbs downward, landing on his feet with one arm arched behind him in Tommy’s hold. His spine curved in the same feline flexibility all Cats possessed and he tilted his head back, eyeing the human from a somewhat “upside down” position.]
At least something’s sinking in.
[Good. An upswing in his mood. Nope, Tommy did not do “emotions” well at all. Tygra abruptly reversed his grip and hauled forward, yanking Tommy towards him and right against his back. Before attempting to throw him clean over his shoulder. A semblance of a judo throw if Tommy wanted any kind of similarity.]
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Tygra was good. Even just outside the general advantages of his heritage, he was a skilled fighter, which meant Tommy was always more than willing to spar with the Cat both to challenge himself as well as to learn what he could.]
I think it goes without saying that I'm a little stubborn-
[Probably better not to talk, but it was good practice in a way, being able to fight effectively even in a situation where his attention might not be able to be entirely on the one opponent. It wasn't like the Lizard army came in one-by-one after all. With that grip reversal, Tommy was forced to let go of Tygra. And he might not be quite as flexible as his opponent, but he was still able to land in a crouch instead of on his back, aiming a sharp kick back at Tygra.]
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[Without warning, he jerked his hand to the side and the blue bolo-whip unraveled from its handle. One sharp crack and Tygra vanished from sight, the entire process taking less than a second. Coupled with the obviously-feline trait of moving silently, he literally disappeared from Tommy’s senses. Well, at least two of them. Not that he did it out of fear the human was getting an upper hand, mind you. This was just another part of his training. Did he think the Lizards would behave so honorably?]
So what were you so distracted by? [His voice seemed to come from the side, but considering it’s “movement,” it was obvious Tygra wasn’t standing still. He wanted to see how well Tommy did with just his ears. Considering the Cats could see in the dark, but their human companion couldn’t, this was an important lesson for him.] All I did before you went skulking down here was pat you on the shoulder. [Pick pick, needle needle. Lion-O could commiserate with Tommy about how his older brother could be such a jerk.]
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And if that little edge of not-quite-purr to the compliment had the edges of Tommy's ears starting to turn lightly pink, well that was definitely a disadvantage to not having fur to hide behind, not that he'd admit it at all. Not that there was much time to worry about that, not once the Cat's bolo-whip came into play and he shimmered out of sight.
Not the first time this element had been introduced into sparring, and while Tommy's pride always rankled when it usually ended with him getting tossed around more, he always sucked it up. He knew full well that their enemies weren't going to play fair, just the same as Rita and her minions never did. Better to learn to defend against it in a less life-or-death situation, pick yourself up when you messed up and try something different.
He'd gotten out of the habit of trying to see where Tygra had gone, and he didn't have the sensitive nose of the Cats either. Sometimes there were visual cues, footprints in the dirt and the like, but the floor here was clean. He'd have to go by sound.]
Just... reading into things. Needed to get my head back on straight.
[Flirty as Tygra could be, there was no way that was anything serious after all, right? Tommy turned his head slightly to follow the sound of Tygra's voice, tracking his pace as well as he could to bring a kick from the side in an arc. Not the most efficient, but quick enough that it didn't require percision to clip him if he'd gauged the movement correctly.
Perhaps a little quicker off the cuff than he usually started with when Tygra started this trick, but then it looked like the reminder had started getting him a little flustered again, though he was trying to keep a better lid on it at the moment.]
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And no, he didn’t fail to notice the slight flush at Tommy’s ears and the way his body temperature went up a little. Back to Tommy again, Tygra grinned when he saw the human still, obviously relying on his ears to find where his invisible opponent was located. Talking definitely was a handicap, but it served its purpose.]
What kind of things?
[He sounded curious enough, the slight purr in his voice never once leaving. Tygra slunk to the side as Tommy turned, honing in on his voice. But the moment he moved in to strike, he was forced to jerk backwards with a grunt of surprise and interest. The kick lashed clean past his face, but close enough he couldn’t get close. The Cat retreated and lifted his whip. All right, how about this…. Wind rushed over Tommy’s head as he lashed the bolo-whip downward and the red orbs cracked against the ground on Tommy’s right. Right as Tygra simultaneously blurred back into appearance on the human’s left, a tiger’s roar sounding as he launched a punch towards his shoulder.
Which danger would he react to?]
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Trying not to dwell on it now, it wasn't time for that, not with the invisible Cat circling him. Sure as hell trying not to think on the tone either.
He was on the right track though, heard the startled noise from Tygra. He didn't have time to do much else, not when he felt the breeze of the bolo-whip and everything seemed to happen at once. Not much time to decide, but it was a no-brainer to turn his attention to Tygra himself. Moving along with the blow to his shoulder that earned a sharp huff, a quick turn to the side as he snapped a punch back aimed at the Cat's midsection. If he could wind Tygra it would slow him, give him an edge however briefly.
And closer quarters meant that his weapon wasn't as useful- Tommy had no wish to tangle with that bolo-whip at proper range, not with how good Tygra was with it.]
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His fist connected with his shoulder, but only a glancing blow since Tommy turned. Tyra saw him move, his momentum prevented escape, so he grit his teeth and tightened his stomach muscles. With a solid “thud,” Tommy’s fist landed right in his abs, sending a jolt up the human’s arm but stunning the Cat for a second or few.
Tygra could prepare for it, but that didn’t make it any easier to take. He backed up a step, hand resting over his stomach and rubbing at his abdomen.] Good call. [It’s a quiet compliment, but a compliment nevertheless. Tommy’s improved.
He jerked back with his other arm, and the bolo-whip hissed through the air as it retracted into its handle, the red orbs coming to rest within the ornate, spiked guard.] So, social things get you red up to your ears?
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It also meant that when he gave a compliment, Tommy knew he meant it, a faint grin on his face as he gave his hand a brief shake as he squared up again.
The commentary on his blushing paradoxically got him blushing a bit more, an annoyed huff slipping from him as he pressed the attack while he had the advantage, grabbing for the cat to try and get him grappled before he'd recovered.]
Do you even realize you're doing it? [It would certainly explain things, wouldn't be the first time Tommy had met someone who flirted almost like a second nature without even realizing that they were, or the effect it had on others at times.]
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But the question mid-grapple didn’t make much sense.] Doing what? [Going from Tommy’s flushed ears to suddenly Tygra doing… “it”? He looked confused, but then again, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d teased their alien friend. If, however, Tommy was really insinuating that Tygra was the one making his ears get all red, then he pretty much answered his own question.] Distracting you? [The tiger’s voice dropped to something definitely not so innocent despite the expression on his face.
And then they could finally be close enough for Tommy to get the guts to actually admit what was bothering him.]
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[He couldn't be interested. No way.
At least... Tommy didn't think so? But then he was no good at this sort of thing. And while he could just ask, he was finding that he really wasn't sure he wanted to find out that the answer actually was 'no'.]
Some kind of game, just wanting to get a rise out of me? [Emotional vulnerability was never his strong suit, and this was edging uncomfortably close to that.]
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[And yes, there was a purr in that mixture of light-hearted tease and serious lesson. Being unable to control emotions was a struggle for a lot of people, regardless of what drove them. Tygra offered a simple “hm” at the question. Before quickly snapping his hand around Tommy’s wrist, and with a sharp twist and yank, freed his arm from the human’s grip and jerked his back against his chest, the human’s arm twisted semi-comfortably up behind Tommy’s back. Not enough to hurt, just to hold him.] And what it I was? You won’t act on it; only retreat in your embarrassment and frustration.
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But the commentary was... well it nettled. But mostly it nettled because it was true; he had been retreating, avoiding addressing the issue out of fear of rejection or that he truly was simply being toyed with.
How the hell was he supposed to make progress like that?]
And if I did act on it? [As much a challenge as a cautious feeling out of what Tygra himself might think of it.
Tommy wasted little time, turning sharp and quick in the direction of his trapped arm, to aim a kick at the back of a knee. Not enough to damage anything, but Tygra would either have to release his grasp to avoid it, or be forced down.]
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Depends on your action. [As if that vague answer wouldn’t vex the other male even further. He knew he was in a precarious position, leg half collapsed and holding his opponent close. But he still had his grip on Tommy’s arm. And pulled, dragging the human towards him again to try and catch his feet with his good leg and throw him over.]
Michael Corvin | Underworld | M/M
Dorian Pavus | DA: Inquisition | OTA
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Bull doesn't go to Dorian. That's rule number one. It's a self-imposed rule, but at the moment, that's just about all they've got. Bull's used to that. If this were more casual, he wouldn't be so worried about rules at all. But it isn't casual, however much Dorian himself is determined to see it that way. They're too close for that, too much in the same orbit. After months of tension--sexual and otherwise--they've fucked three times now in the last week and a half, which indicates pretty clearly to Bull that there's something he's doing for Dorian that he really, really needs.
Still, he's going to let Dorian decide how much, and how often, and what he wants to call this. It's all up to him. The Bull's just here to provide.
He'd bid everyone in the Rest a good night after only a few drinks. There's plenty more to being the leader of a mercenary company than hitting things, and that includes quite a bit of paperwork. He's settled in for the night, harness and brace stored away, going over the Chargers' ledgers, the numbers and figures familiar and calming.
And maybe he'd had other reasons for heading up early tonight, too. Maybe he'd seen Dorian peering down at him from on high during training earlier. Maybe he'd felt the way Dorian pressed subtly against his side when they sat together at dinner earlier. Maybe he's waiting for a knock on the door.
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The idea to keep this casual had been purely his, and Bull as always was amenable to it, whatever else he thought carefully hidden. But he is mildly touch-starved, and more than a little lacking in actual affection, so Bull's willingness to give him what he needs is garnering a degree of attachment that Dorian is getting rather nervous about.
But he still comes back. An exchanged look across the tavern as he drinks and watches the Chargers in their revelry, a passing nudge as they retrieve drinks from Cabot. It's never mentioned around anyone else, andthat js as it should be.
Bull turning in earlier than normal isn't questioned; sometimes a guy needs to prepare for the next day, and the Inquisitor, as much as a lot of the hold had come to like her, ran them all tight and hard. The commander of a mercenary company of her own, she'd settled into her position quite well in recent months. Dorian muses on thus, and the direction the Inquisition as a whole is going, until he taps the bottom of a bottle of Antivan wine against the door to Bull's chamber, before simply letting himself in to keep from attracting attention.
Kelly Maxwell | Ash vs Evil Dead | M/F