[ Taste or no, Majima would not turn down that compliment. Maybe it was silly, but it kind of made him feel... warm? Like smiling? What was being happy, sounded fake. ]
I think you'd look great in it, too. Although I did like that time ya wore red. It really suited ya.
[ Maybe it made more sense now, knowing that Tim used to be a redhead. Majima picked up one of the crops, and gave it an experimental flick. The movement came with the satisfying whistle of parting air, and the precision with which he brought the tip to a stop was... promising, if one were into that sort of thing. ]
Y'know, I'm pretty good with these. [ He was weirdly good with most weapons, actually. Maybe Tim had noticed. Maybe Tim also noticed the way Majima was eyeing him now, as if considering the sort of sounds he might be able to coax out of the man. ] Never used one on someone I liked, but I wouldn't mind givin' it a try. Here, can ya hold these a sec?
[ And so there he was, handing Tim the crop, collar, and somehow also a leash he'd picked up while he ducked into a changing room. ]
It's not exactly gonna match with the shirt and jacket.
[ Which was apparently why when he opened the door, he was shirtless, with only his customary boots and a pair of leather pants clinging to his hips. All the leg a guy could ask for, with a fit that looked like it'd been spray-painted on. ]
Not a lot of room for the imagination, huh? [ But all the same, he seemed surprisingly at home in them, standing there. They really set off that lean build of his, too -- the curve of his lower back, the ridges of his abdominal muscles. Go figure, Tim had met Majima at like the one time before he decided to wear leather for 30 years straight. ]
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[ Taste or no, Majima would not turn down that compliment. Maybe it was silly, but it kind of made him feel... warm? Like smiling? What was being happy, sounded fake. ]
I think you'd look great in it, too. Although I did like that time ya wore red. It really suited ya.
[ Maybe it made more sense now, knowing that Tim used to be a redhead. Majima picked up one of the crops, and gave it an experimental flick. The movement came with the satisfying whistle of parting air, and the precision with which he brought the tip to a stop was... promising, if one were into that sort of thing. ]
Y'know, I'm pretty good with these. [ He was weirdly good with most weapons, actually. Maybe Tim had noticed. Maybe Tim also noticed the way Majima was eyeing him now, as if considering the sort of sounds he might be able to coax out of the man. ] Never used one on someone I liked, but I wouldn't mind givin' it a try. Here, can ya hold these a sec?
[ And so there he was, handing Tim the crop, collar, and somehow also a leash he'd picked up while he ducked into a changing room. ]
It's not exactly gonna match with the shirt and jacket.
[ Which was apparently why when he opened the door, he was shirtless, with only his customary boots and a pair of leather pants clinging to his hips. All the leg a guy could ask for, with a fit that looked like it'd been spray-painted on. ]
Not a lot of room for the imagination, huh? [ But all the same, he seemed surprisingly at home in them, standing there. They really set off that lean build of his, too -- the curve of his lower back, the ridges of his abdominal muscles. Go figure, Tim had met Majima at like the one time before he decided to wear leather for 30 years straight. ]