[He lets Akechi manhandle him like this. It's funny. How can he not? The more he inspects him, the angrier he seems to get, the more potent the scent of magnetite is coming off of him.
Akechi kisses him, light at first. A nothing gesture, lacking any real weight or susbstance until it's clear that it doesn't pop the bubble and then he tries. This time? It's Kazuya's turn to bite. A quick thing, more of a nip than what Akechi had done to him, but the purpose is more distraction than to really injure him.
With it, he takes a bite out of his anger as well. Doesn't take nearly as much as he did last time, leaves him with a little something, though distant.
It's not his fault Akechi is hilarious, and makes for a great snack.]
Sorry, kind of twitched there. Might have been the mistletoe, I'm not really fond of it. [He excuses as he breaks away.
[The nip sends him over the edge, and then it doesn't.
Ire wears off the second it flares. It's bizarre. Unnerving. He forces himself to be angry anyway because Kazuya doesn't have the right to do that.]
Is that so? Then you should be working harder to leave if it bothers you. You're the reason it hasn't popped by now.
[He doesn't know or care why mistletoe bothers him. It's a weird weakness. Might be a lie. It's noted regardless as he brushes a finger over his own lip to make sure there isn't an injury. Sore - no blood.]
We're making the next one count - do you understand? I'm not staying in here a moment longer.
[He's the reason? Akechi really is funnier than he thought, and now with his anger having been consumed and invigorating him, Kazuya just laughs at his accusations. Smiles pleasantly.]
I'll have to do better then.
[He wonders, for a moment, if he should let Jezebel guide his actions next. He doesn't particularly like any of the demons having a say over what he does, but he can weigh the potential amusement he might get from doing it and-
A hand braces the back of Akechi's neck, and Kazuya leans in, ghosts his lips against the others briefly for a moment before pressing them much more firmly against them. Jezebel knows how to kiss. Kazuya Minegishi does not. Not enough, anyway.]
A hand braces his neck, Akechi mimics the act as a warning disguised as affection. With fingers digging into Kazuya's throat the longer the kiss goes on. He moves to speak, ends up letting out an exhale against Kazuya's lips instead. Thinks to say something else and-
POP
It's over.
Akechi doesn't rip himself free - it would look too pathetic. All he does is lean back, hand still around Kazuya's windpipe.]
[Somehow, he doesn't have any trouble speaking, despite the fingers digging uncomfortably into his neck. His own turns light on the back of Akechi's neck. If he wants to pull free, he certainly can, but right now it's like there's a game of chicken going on, and he's not going to be the one to loose.
So instead, he grins.]
You're better at it than you give yourself credit for, you know.
[He's teasing, an attempt to rile him up a little more, to see what buttons he might be able to press just because he can. Then again, it's not really a secret that he likes to see reactions that people might make in response to certain stimuli.]
[Kazuya remains. So does Akechi. A hand loosens around his own neck, but Akechi keeps his steady - coiled tight and digging in.
It looks intimate enough at a passing glance - caressing a neck is common among sentimental idiots. Akechi makes sure to feign it by rubbing his thumb against Kazuya's neck if a rando's gaze lingers too long. See? It's loving or whatever.]
That's quite the compliment - I suppose anyone would learn under these circumstances. We're all being forced to 'practice' tonight, so to speak.
[Loving indeed, and if not for the fact that he heals insanely quickly, there'd surely be some bruises in the shape of Akechi's fingers later. Thankfully, that's an impossibility, and all that will remain is a faint red mark that'll disappear not too long after he finally lets go.
Kazuya mimics the motion though, thumb brushing tenderly at the nape of the others neck should eyes linger too long.]
Maybe so. It just feels like you caught on exceptionally quickly considering you said you had no experience. I'm impressed.
The way his shoulders tense - he can do touches like that. Kazuya can't. Akechi's in control of the image conveyed here, even if they're both playing pretend. Kazuya's deviating from that system with a bizarre, unspoken challenge in every slight touch.]
I've always been adaptable in any situation. I suppose I could say the same to you. To think - all it took was you setting your mind to the matter, and the bubble popped in an instant.
[Hi. Hello. He's so mad. Akechi rests a hand against Kazuya's hip, gripping that lanky little king's bone with bruising force. LET GO.]
You did strike me as that type, so maybe I shouldn't be so surprised.
[Is that grip on his hip supposed to hurt? It doesn't. Or, it does, but it's easily ignored. Inconsequential in comparison to the rising anger. There's more important things here, for him.
Kazuya's grin simply widens, not put off or perturbed in the slightest despite the hand digging into his neck and hip. His thumb rubs a small circle. Intimate. Intense. Kazuya leans in, just a slight smidgen.]
I think you're right though. I just needed a little help to get it together. Thanks for that.
[ Kazuya matches his gaze, smile unwavering, amusement clear and evident. More so when he switches to an act to sell it all, and when he says the last little bit, Kazuya's gaze sharpens, turns more predatory.
Akechi is right where he wants him, and this is the perfect opportunity, isn't it? ]
I'm not too sure. I think I quite enjoy spending time with you. You're quite interesting, and I wouldn't hate to know more about you.
[ He pauses, lets his words hang for a moment. Challenging, and then- ]
But I guess I shouldn't be selfish. I'm sure you have other things to do than spend time with me, so I'll let you go.
[ A brief flicker of red colours where normal placid blue usually is in his irises, and like a viper, he leans in, bites as he kisses Akechi once more, takes the taste of sweet copper along with the much more invigorating sensation of his anger and rage.
He'll be fine in like, ten minutes, but Kazuya pulls away just as fast and lets go immediately, licks the blood from his lips and raises his hand to say his goodbyes, assuming he's at least startled the prince into letting go of him. ]
[Akechi has little time to acknowledge the shift in eye color before his own mouth begins to sting, Kazuya's lips tinted in glossy red.
Did this little fucker bite him again and-
Why isn't he angry about it?
There's a not so insignificant part of Akechi that longs for pain in the midst of battle - doled out to others to invigorate him. He isn't unhappy to be hurt in the process, even if it's annoying. It means the other party is strong.
But this is different.
He doesn't know how to deal with it. This. Whatever the fuck is happening and why he isn't ready to wring this guy's neck. It's bizarre. Consumes him, for the briefest minute, as he pushes the back of his hand to his mouth.]
We will. I'm done playing games with you, but as a word of advice - don't do that. You're not animal.
[Akechi hasn't had a single alcoholic drink tonight, or so he thought. Wonders if he indulged by mistake and that's what's placating his mood now and-
Well, he's fucking leave. This is odd and he's getting a snack.]
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Akechi kisses him, light at first. A nothing gesture, lacking any real weight or susbstance until it's clear that it doesn't pop the bubble and then he tries. This time? It's Kazuya's turn to bite. A quick thing, more of a nip than what Akechi had done to him, but the purpose is more distraction than to really injure him.
With it, he takes a bite out of his anger as well. Doesn't take nearly as much as he did last time, leaves him with a little something, though distant.
It's not his fault Akechi is hilarious, and makes for a great snack.]
Sorry, kind of twitched there. Might have been the mistletoe, I'm not really fond of it. [He excuses as he breaks away.
The bubble remains. ♥]
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Ire wears off the second it flares. It's bizarre. Unnerving. He forces himself to be angry anyway because Kazuya doesn't have the right to do that.]
Is that so? Then you should be working harder to leave if it bothers you. You're the reason it hasn't popped by now.
[He doesn't know or care why mistletoe bothers him. It's a weird weakness. Might be a lie. It's noted regardless as he brushes a finger over his own lip to make sure there isn't an injury. Sore - no blood.]
We're making the next one count - do you understand? I'm not staying in here a moment longer.
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I'll have to do better then.
[He wonders, for a moment, if he should let Jezebel guide his actions next. He doesn't particularly like any of the demons having a say over what he does, but he can weigh the potential amusement he might get from doing it and-
A hand braces the back of Akechi's neck, and Kazuya leans in, ghosts his lips against the others briefly for a moment before pressing them much more firmly against them. Jezebel knows how to kiss. Kazuya Minegishi does not. Not enough, anyway.]
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Kazuya does.
A hand braces his neck, Akechi mimics the act as a warning disguised as affection. With fingers digging into Kazuya's throat the longer the kiss goes on. He moves to speak, ends up letting out an exhale against Kazuya's lips instead. Thinks to say something else and-
POP
It's over.
Akechi doesn't rip himself free - it would look too pathetic. All he does is lean back, hand still around Kazuya's windpipe.]
It seems we're finally free.
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[Somehow, he doesn't have any trouble speaking, despite the fingers digging uncomfortably into his neck. His own turns light on the back of Akechi's neck. If he wants to pull free, he certainly can, but right now it's like there's a game of chicken going on, and he's not going to be the one to loose.
So instead, he grins.]
You're better at it than you give yourself credit for, you know.
[He's teasing, an attempt to rile him up a little more, to see what buttons he might be able to press just because he can. Then again, it's not really a secret that he likes to see reactions that people might make in response to certain stimuli.]
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It looks intimate enough at a passing glance - caressing a neck is common among sentimental idiots. Akechi makes sure to feign it by rubbing his thumb against Kazuya's neck if a rando's gaze lingers too long. See? It's loving or whatever.]
That's quite the compliment - I suppose anyone would learn under these circumstances. We're all being forced to 'practice' tonight, so to speak.
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Kazuya mimics the motion though, thumb brushing tenderly at the nape of the others neck should eyes linger too long.]
Maybe so. It just feels like you caught on exceptionally quickly considering you said you had no experience. I'm impressed.
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The way his shoulders tense - he can do touches like that. Kazuya can't. Akechi's in control of the image conveyed here, even if they're both playing pretend. Kazuya's deviating from that system with a bizarre, unspoken challenge in every slight touch.]
I've always been adaptable in any situation. I suppose I could say the same to you. To think - all it took was you setting your mind to the matter, and the bubble popped in an instant.
[Hi. Hello. He's so mad. Akechi rests a hand against Kazuya's hip, gripping that lanky little king's bone with bruising force. LET GO.]
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[Is that grip on his hip supposed to hurt? It doesn't. Or, it does, but it's easily ignored. Inconsequential in comparison to the rising anger. There's more important things here, for him.
Kazuya's grin simply widens, not put off or perturbed in the slightest despite the hand digging into his neck and hip. His thumb rubs a small circle. Intimate. Intense. Kazuya leans in, just a slight smidgen.]
I think you're right though. I just needed a little help to get it together. Thanks for that.
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Someone walks by - he doesn't know them and his inflection twists. Voice brighter, expression softer and a smile weaved to sell it all. ]
You're welcome. Often we all need to push each other to achieve a goal - no matter how minor. Even something like this requires teamwork, doesn't it?
[Akechi's gaze is unwavering - everything in his eyes saying let go, despite him leaning in, ever the docile, considerate prince.]
Isn't it time we both go on our way? It would be a shame if we spent all our time here when there's a large party to attend to.
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Akechi is right where he wants him, and this is the perfect opportunity, isn't it? ]
I'm not too sure. I think I quite enjoy spending time with you. You're quite interesting, and I wouldn't hate to know more about you.
[ He pauses, lets his words hang for a moment. Challenging, and then- ]
But I guess I shouldn't be selfish. I'm sure you have other things to do than spend time with me, so I'll let you go.
[ A brief flicker of red colours where normal placid blue usually is in his irises, and like a viper, he leans in, bites as he kisses Akechi once more, takes the taste of sweet copper along with the much more invigorating sensation of his anger and rage.
He'll be fine in like, ten minutes, but Kazuya pulls away just as fast and lets go immediately, licks the blood from his lips and raises his hand to say his goodbyes, assuming he's at least startled the prince into letting go of him. ]
Guess we'll call it here for now?
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Did this little fucker bite him again and-
Why isn't he angry about it?
There's a not so insignificant part of Akechi that longs for pain in the midst of battle - doled out to others to invigorate him. He isn't unhappy to be hurt in the process, even if it's annoying. It means the other party is strong.
But this is different.
He doesn't know how to deal with it. This. Whatever the fuck is happening and why he isn't ready to wring this guy's neck. It's bizarre. Consumes him, for the briefest minute, as he pushes the back of his hand to his mouth.]
We will. I'm done playing games with you, but as a word of advice - don't do that. You're not animal.
[Akechi hasn't had a single alcoholic drink tonight, or so he thought. Wonders if he indulged by mistake and that's what's placating his mood now and-
Well, he's fucking leave. This is odd and he's getting a snack.]