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Affection Meme

You suddenly want the affection of another. Whether it's just a hug or you're making sexy eyes at your beau.

Rules:
1. Post your character.
2. Tag to others using rng.
3. Get cozy!

Fluff:

1. Shoulder punch: This person needs to seriously buck up. Maybe a playful punch in the shoulder will help them cheer up. Just make sure you watch your strength... and your aim. You don't want to accidentally punch this person really hard in the face... do you?

2. Tickle: It's time to see this person smile and hear them laugh, whether they want to or not. Grab a feather or use your fingers and go to town on their most sensitive spots. Don't worry, I'm sure they'll forgive you... probably.

3. Hug: Come on now, don't be shy. Everyone needs one of these every so often. Go up to this person and hug them like you've never hugged before!

4. Tackle Glomp: You love this person so much that a normal hug just isn't gonna cut it. You need to launch yourself at this person at full force and just wrap your arms around them until they pop! Don't worry, they can take it! Just... try not to do this around any staircases.

5. Pinch Cheeks: Look at that face! It's so cute you just wanna pinch those cheeks. Please note that we are not responsible for any violent repercussions that may arise from this action.

6. Kiss on the Cheek: Exactly what it says on the kiss. Go right on up to this lucky person and give them a nice peck on the cheek.

7. Kiss on the Lips: Wow. This person must really mean a lot to you. After all, it's not like you would just go around and kiss anyone on the lips right? What's that? You've never met this person before? Oh well, I'm sure they'll understand.

8. Flirty Compliment: Damn this person looks good. Even if you're not the kind to do so, you suddenly feel the need to compliment him or her on their appearance, and maybe even flirt a bit.

9. Just say it: Physical displays are nice, but words from the heart mean everything. From a heartfelt confession, to a casual "I love you man", to those three little words accidentally slipping out, it's time to let this person know how you feel... or not.

10. Holding Hands: Sometimes you don't need to say anything. Sometimes all you need to do is put your hand in theirs for them to know exactly how you feel about them.

Steamy:

11. Grope: This person looks so good you just can't seem to help yourself. Whether it's their crotch, ass, or bust, you suddenly have an urge to grab a naughty place on this person.

12. Strip: What's the best way to show you care about someone. How about dragging them off to nice private place and taking off your clothes for them? ... Okay, that's a terrible way of showing you care, but you're gonna do it anyway! Besides, maybe something else can happen once your clothes are off...

13. Lick: This person looks good enough to eat, and you're feeling particularly naughty today. So? Go ahead and lick them in the spot of your choice. It's not creepy it's... okay, maybe it is a little creepy, but their reactions are guaranteed to be priceless.

14. Sweet Loving: Definitely the most extreme expression of your undying affection for this person. Take them to a bedroom and show them just how much you care about them. Or, maybe you're just kinky. I'm not gonna judge you.

15. Covert Loving: Or, maybe you can't wait to get to a bedroom. In that case, take this person somewhere out of sight and make love to them right then and there. Just make sure they keep quiet. It would be bad if someone heard you.

16. All tied up: Is there any better way of showing how much you care about this person than tying them up before you have sex? Probably, but you're just in one of those dominating moods today. So this person is going to receive your love and adoration whether they want to or not.

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Mm, I'm home. Damn, s'already 11:30? Found a book you like?

[gian practically drapes himself over alois's smaller body, arms tightening around his frame while he gives a huffy little whine. honestly though.. alois is warm and he smells good, and giancarlo can't help pressing his face into the small slope of his throat and shoulder.]

Edited 2013-05-22 23:23 (UTC)

Yeah, [ out on a smiling sounding breath as he tilts some under the other's weight. he crosses his ankles, tries not to swing his legs. ]

You oughtn't work yourself so hard, you know.

[he ignores the light scolding and continues the nuzzling into the other's shoulder, arms squeezing affectionately. if he didn't work this hard, the town would fall into the hands of GD; pretty sad knowing Daivan can't sustain itself without the Toscanini family controlling the city - scratch that, it was sad seeing them trash the city in the past, but it's lucky having the town under the Toscanini family now, as it was and always should be.]

They said you've been reading all day. What's it about?

[ this is world's cozier than ignoring the cool air from the a.c., being too easily lead astray into imaginings to bother with the most mundane of real world things—blankets, meals, so on. he cants his face close as he's able, a display of fondness in return. ]

Um, love. Or. Well, I've read it before but the two of them are so passionate. It's something. Besides, I wanted to read about the ocean but I kept falling asleep and dreaming I was a mermaid.

Ah, [ he makes himself smaller. ] it's all drab compared to what you must see, and do, and take part in.

Are you talking about the story with the mute mermaid and the prince? Where she feels like she's walking on needles on land? Pretty damn romantic, huh? Walking on pins and needles in a foreign place just because she wants him?

[gian snorts at the thought of what Alois's said - what he sees and takes part in? It's not exactly anything mind-blowing. A lot of cursing on Ivan's part, boring as hell meetings, paperwork, visiting the city folk to ensure GD hasn't been in hiding. Dozens of other things, but his mind capsized two hours ago and he was caught throwing paper airplanes in his office while he was supposed to be going over an agreement in writing...]

And it's fine if you're not hungry now, but eat something later, okay?

[ he gives a gentle, agreeable hum. it's extremely romantic. one of his favorites, actually. he doesn't say, 'I might be on pins and needles here.'

but, he does glance over when he answers, with a simple, ] all right.

I'm glad you're home.

So you missed me? Lemme use your lap as a pillow, then.

[he says cheekily, body already falling onto the bed so he can lay horizontally; he pillows his head in Alois's lap with with a happy hum and closes his eyes, savoring how soft it feels.]

You can go on and read your book, don't mind me.

Edited 2013-05-23 02:45 (UTC)

[ the book is set aside, not a second thought goes toward it, and slim, little fingers, slow and soothing, card or comb themselves into giancarlo's hair. alois leans back on the heel of his free-hand, quietly. ]

I've read all day. [ a murmur. ] I'd rather tend to you.

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Hmmm? I'm happy like this. Your fingers feel nice.. just talk.

[he says it incoherently, words slurring together as he buries his face into the shirt at the other's abdomen, breathing a quiet exhale now.]

What shall I say?

[ those fingertips still slip against his scalp though, or carefully, sweetly, trace the outline of his face. ]

[gian scrunches his nose up, eyes screwing shut with that weird trace of sensitivity to his scalp and just along his face before he's hiding his face into his stomach completely. alois has oddly delicate hands for the life gian lives. probably never even touched a gun before, either.]

Alois~ Mi fai il solletico. Ticklish, it's ticklish.

Edited 2013-05-23 03:17 (UTC)

Oh!, [ is what he says, sitting straighter, clasping the hand he'd been using with the other. ] Sorry.

...don't apologize. I was flirting. Being coy, y'know. Now be enamored with my Italian.

[dammit, wrong thing to say? do? either way he grabs that hand back and presses his mouth to the seam of his palm, placing a lingering kiss there.

Edited 2013-05-23 04:05 (UTC)

[ 'flirting,' he said.

wow, he really must be out of his element (pins and needles, and all of that) not to have caught on. who knew fluttering sensations could get in the way of being a precocious and lascivious youth.

his hand slips easily into gian's, and his face is more rose-colored despite himself. ]

I knew that. [ no, he didn't. ]

S'okay. Must be a big change, right? It might take you years to adjust, but you'll get there. You're feisty enough.

[he pinches one of Alois's warm cheeks with his other hand, laughing sleepily at how he's reverted to acting sheepish, almost.]

You asked before what you should say—what about the rest of your past few weeks here? What'd you do while I've been working?

Th—ings, [ he drags out, all young, in a partial whine. behaving as if he has too much dignity to brush his hand from his cheek, but also pouting in spite of that silly (and, dishonest) fact. ]

Thiiiings? Is it boring, living here?

Mnm. [ tiny shake of his head. ] It's not. It's... different, not boring. But, I don't do very much.

[ the problem here is: he can't bring himself to ask for things. food he forgets about. anything else—outings, new materials, anything at all, makes him feel burdensome. no matter how much he tells himself things have changed, he feels lesser than everyone. subhuman. a dirty, good-for-one thing boy.

actually, 'reading all day,' and potentially, 'in strange places' (cupboards, a closet, under the kitchen table) is probably the usual report on him. no one's forcing themselves on him, everyone seems relatively nice, and because of all that's been conditioned into him, he feels out of place. he's clumsier; often, stumbling out of the way or room to keep them from being putout by something so filthy and trivial.

he doesn't know how to handle such healthy normalcy. it's terrifying in its bizarreness. he's been physically and mentally forced into so much, it likely will be years before any sincere signs of settling begin to show. ]

I read and sleep and sometimes drink a lot, sometimes I do all of it in the tub. And, I think about you.

You can do aaanything you like here. Tch, you should hear them out there, "he's so much more cuter and polite than you are, Gian. A thousand times more. He gives you the feeling of wanting to protect him" - only two of us know where you had bad luck in coming from and it won't get out, so try to be comfortable. It's a new start.

[it won't get out ever just because omerta, their code, forbids breaking silence on the importants. as a whole they don't lie or keep secrets, but they will keep silent on things they need to, considering death is usually the punishment for the extreme cases (like selling them out to the cops, for example).

gian hums, glances up when he hears the last statement. he can almost hear how lonely alois is - he doesn't blame him, not at all. he strokes his fingers over the boy's smaller palm, drawing light patterns into the skin there with his nail.]

I thought about you too. Sounds like it's a good start. Keep treating yourself well, okay? You're the cute new mascot of the house, you have a smile to show.

[he jokes, reaching to ruffle soft blond strands of hair.]

Edited 2013-05-23 13:30 (UTC)

[ he can't keep himself from feeling both nervous and cherished, if giancarlo insists on being this good and precious to him. gently, he curls slim, little digits against gian's hand, then leans down to place his forehead carefully at his temple.

his eyes are closed. he whispers, ] thank you.

Edited 2013-05-23 22:45 (UTC)

[he gives a little squeeze to his hand, fingertips brushing over the inside of the boy's palm once more before he's tilting his head, brushing a kiss to alois's temple after the other has leaned down.]

You, stop thanking me. It's enough I know you're in a safe place, got it?

[ it's alois, now, who's giving a content hum, then moving to drape himself over gian's shoulder. ]

Uh-huh, and what if I never stop, hm?

[ smiling tone, wiggly legs. ]

I spoil you so your forget the word 'thank you' and live selfishly.

[he gives a smart-ass reply, fingers clasping around a small, wiggling knee so he can give it a squeeze.]

You make for an antsy pillow, though.

[ what was that? a squeak, yes. a ticklish little squeal. both knees tense, but then wriggle again almost instantly. ]

They're tingly! They're falling asleep!

I got it, I got it. I'll move.

[gian answers lazily, shifts his head off Alois's lap and onto the mattress, just a spot beside him.]

I might fall asleep, too. You've read all day so you're tired, right? C'mere.

[he presents the offer with thin, open arms, fingers making a grabby motion at Alois.]