[ Maybe, at first, it had been something of an impulse. Meet a nice guy, someone who pulled at the old heartstrings and could also benefit from company to keep at night.
Only that little tug had turned out to be part of a larger undercurrent. Now Majima could barely imagine his life without the man, and he sure as hell didn't want to. ]
And it ain't like I can say anything. I'm the one that took ya home.
[ Noble celibacy had never been Majima's thing; he liked sex, liked it even more when a certain beefy beau was involved. He planted a smooch now on Tim that was warm and familiar. There were little flecks of smooth scale on Majima's skin now, blue and silver and cream -- though why the fuck an octopus would have scales was a mystery. ]
[ He was beaming at Tim now, even though his hands were absolutely still sampling the swell of his husband's chest. There was only the briefest of pauses when Tim laughed, made his little admission...
and then it was on. A couple tentacles had to stick it out and make sure Majima didn't fall over, but the rest were suddenly at Tim's sides, his stomach, and the soles of his feet as the former-wolfman pounced. ]
[ A laugh escaped Majima as he mounted his multi-pronged tickle assault -- easy, warm, and free of even the hint of a shadow. ]
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Date: 2020-05-12 08:23 pm (UTC)[ Maybe, at first, it had been something of an impulse. Meet a nice guy, someone who pulled at the old heartstrings and could also benefit from company to keep at night.
Only that little tug had turned out to be part of a larger undercurrent. Now Majima could barely imagine his life without the man, and he sure as hell didn't want to. ]
And it ain't like I can say anything. I'm the one that took ya home.
[ Noble celibacy had never been Majima's thing; he liked sex, liked it even more when a certain beefy beau was involved. He planted a smooch now on Tim that was warm and familiar. There were little flecks of smooth scale on Majima's skin now, blue and silver and cream -- though why the fuck an octopus would have scales was a mystery. ]
[ He was beaming at Tim now, even though his hands were absolutely still sampling the swell of his husband's chest. There was only the briefest of pauses when Tim laughed, made his little admission...
and then it was on. A couple tentacles had to stick it out and make sure Majima didn't fall over, but the rest were suddenly at Tim's sides, his stomach, and the soles of his feet as the former-wolfman pounced. ]
[ A laugh escaped Majima as he mounted his multi-pronged tickle assault -- easy, warm, and free of even the hint of a shadow. ]