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[Part of the point of undoing some of those buttons was to get a front row seat to some really choice washboard abs, to pull open Majima's shirt and get his hands on hard muscle and warm, tattooed skin. His dexterity took a bit of a hit, though, when Majima started getting his lips on his throat, trailing distracting kisses down to his shoulder as he tried to leave marks on it. And Tim had the kind of skin tone that showed marks pretty well, so he wasn't going to have to put in an undue amount of effort to get a few bruises.]

[Not that Tim minded; he could always cover them up if he wanted to, the keyword there being if. And from the noises that he was making, soft little sighs when he felt the sting of another bruise, he was enjoying the attention. But the buttons on Majima's shirt were so fiddly, and his boyfriend leaving hickies on him and making those sweet, pleased noises was not doing wonders for his patience. Rather than go through the last four so so buttons on the shirt, Tim just kind of... tugged the shirt open. The buttons flew off with little pops, rolling off somewhere to get lost in the carpet until the cat found them. Maybe Tim should feel bad about busting his boyfriend's shirt, but he really didn't.]

Your shirt had too many buttons.

[And now it had less buttons, and Tim could also start pushing it off of Majima's shoulders. Win-win.]

[justbeingknife]

[ Wow, Timothy Doppelman. Totally impatient and yet apparently, a man of taste.

Tim's actions had left Majima slightly mussed; with that soft fur, well-defined muscle, and shirt hanging off his shoulders, he really did look like he ought to be on the cover of one of those werewolf bodice-rippers. Majima slipped his arms free of the busted shirt, and then kissed his boyfriend again, this time pressing that full expanse of warm wolfman up against the planes of Tim's chest in unmistakable invitation. ]

You make a compellin' point.

[ Aaaand in turn pressing Tim's back up against the couch. As of yet, his hair was still pinned up in a ponytail behind him, and as he leaned forward, alternatively kissing and nipping at his boyfriend's lips. Request: tongue, please. ]

Hey, Tim. Are you an M or an S?

[ Or he could just ask that, that was fine. ]

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[For all that Tim was a big, bulky beefman, he sure was pretty easy for Majima to push around; he let his boyfriend pin him up against the back of the couch with no resistance, his arms sliding around Majima's neck to pull him in. After a few nips to his lips, just shy of being hard enough to split them with those sharp fangs of his, Tim let him have the tongue that he was asking for. Not that he could really ever say no to Majima for very long.]

Hm?

[For a second, he had to figure out what Majima meant by M or S, before it clicked that he meant it in the whole BDSM context. When that realization hit, he felt his cheeks heat up, partly from embarrassment and partly in anticipation of where that kind of question would lead.]

I'm the guy that likes to get tied up and smacked around with a crop, I think it's pretty obvious that I'm a little bit of a masochist.

[It could also probably be argued that his terrible decision making was some kind of self-inflicted masochism, but that was a job for a really good therapist.]

[Tim ran his hands over Majima's shoulders, tracing slowly along the sinuous lines of the white snakes.]

What about you? M or S?

[justbeingknife]

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