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From:

justbeingknife

[ The corners of Majima's mouth quirked upward a little; he couldn't help it. It was just so Timothy Lawrence to set shit on fire and then burn himself doing it. To make up for it being kinda sorta partially his fault, he lifted Tim's hand and blew gently across the tips of his fingers.

Sorry, hunky beef. ]

I noticed. Did I ever tell ya how sexy you are when you're into it?

[ If there ever was a point to abort before things turned into making out on Jack's stupidly sturdy couch, it was probably now? But Majima had zero intention of doing so. ]

From:

blap_blap

[It hadn’t really been that bad of a burn, he’d just toasted his fingertips a little, but he wasn’t going to complain if Majima wanted to make it all better for him. What a sweetheart, cooling off his totally minor burns.]

[And here they were, with Tim’s hand in his, talking about how Tim looked on his knees. The time to turn away from making out on Jack’s couch was definitely now, but neither of them was going to take that opportunity. Full speed ahead to make outs and probably the inevitable conclusion of making out with your boyfriend after discussing your general proclivity towards blowjobs.]

You hadn’t, but I guess you have now?

[And it was pretty gratifying, too. Being sexy to Majima was kind of an ongoing goal. Tim tugged on his hand a little; no reason for him to be standing all the way over there, right?]

It’s pretty easy to be into it with you. You, uh, you make some really great noises?

From:

justbeingknife

Is that right?

[ Maybe he'd have to work on being more vocal. For now, though, Majima seemed content to switch to holding Tim's hand as he so often did, smiling like a fool right up until he planted another kiss on the man. ]

Maybe I'll have to make more of 'em.

[ Aaand then he was setting down on one of the cushions, tugging Tim back down with him. ]

I mean, provided I've got the right incentive.

[ That familiar flush was starting to creep in high in his cheeks, what was stupid flirting. ]

From:

blap_blap

I'm, I'm pretty good at incentives.

[Where Majima pulled, he followed. And, really, it's not like he didn't want his boyfriend on this very sturdy, comfortable couch with him, the kind that could withstand some vigorous activity from two strong monsters. Or, at least, some making out. So hey, it was a win all around, everybody aboard Jack's Very Sturdy Couch for some activities that he probably wouldn't approve of, but fuck him.]

God, you're so cute.

[Maybe he didn't like having it acknowledged, but the way he blushed when they flirted? Cute.]

[Tim leaned in to kiss him on one of those flushed cheeks, just because it was so cute that it deserved a kiss. Then he kissed his way down to his lips, since he was in the general area and they were on that very sturdy couch and it just seemed like a good idea. You know what also seemed like a good idea? Unbuttoning Majima's shirt a little, because even though the window was open and it was kind of chilly, Majima was hot.]

[It was a kind of logic, okay. Don't judge.]

From:

justbeingknife

You're cute.

[ He was grinning as Tim started kissing his way down, and wow unbuttoning his shirt? Not that Majima minded; Tim could relieve that overheating whenever he wanted. Although since this particular werewolf left the top couple of buttons loose anyway, it did have the effect of giving Tim a front-row seat to the smooth, hard muscle that sheathed Majima's chest and stomach.

Now that he thought of it, wasn't the line of Tim's throat awfully tempting? Didn't it deserve its own line of kisses, culminating in sucking at the join of neck to shoulder? Especially since said spot had tragically been left unmarked for at least a couple of days.

There was the soft sound of lips against skin, of suction, and a sort of low, half-muffled expression of contentment as he worked his way along. ]

From:

blap_blap

[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.]

From:

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. ]

From:

blap_blap

[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?

Edited (html) Date: 2019-10-10 06:14 am (UTC)