[He takes off his coat, resting it on the back of the chair before he sits down, crossing his legs as he looks up at the other. So far, nothing can be seen, except for maybe some dried blood on the side of his neck.]
You've been hanging in there? Other guy kept you safe?
[This is pretty soft. And warm. He can't say he doesn't like it, just...even now, being here, with a handsome guy in his grip, it makes him want...more.]
[He'll give Atsushi the nice gentle makeouts he needs, but after a moment, he pulls away, his eyes glittering darkly.]
Hm. [He bends in for another kiss, but this time its deeper, the tip of his tongue briefly dipping to touch the other's lips.] Not enough.
[Oh. Well, Atsushi can't say he doesn't like that either.]
Well, I wouldn't want to not give you enough care. [He leans in again for another, still slow but deeper kiss, lips parted in implicit invitation for Steinbeck to continue.]
[He takes Atsushi's invitation happily, a slight noise at the back of his throat as he returns the gesture, fingers curling over the other's side. His other hand moves to rest on Atsushi's leg, eyes fluttering closed as he enjoys the smooth, slow deep kiss between them.]
[The chair's a tight fit for two, especially when he's turned to be able to kiss Steinbeck properly. What if he just... throws a leg over Steinbeck's... and settles in his lap?]
...it's more comfortable.
[He feels the need to explain himself, for some reason.]
[It's nice. His hands dance downwards, almost teasingly, fingers curling over Atsushi's hips as he gives him another kiss, this time on the side of his jaw.]
[It's not a descriptive answer fitting for an author, but he's never tried to write anything while sitting on someone else's lap. At the kiss to his jaw, he gasps, unable or unwilling to hold the sound back.]
[He shouldn't indulge. He really shouldn't. But Atsushi is here, legs draped over his sides, his heartbeat practically felt through his neck as Steinbeck shifts his lips, kisses along more of the man's jawline, up and near his ear.]
[He murmurs against Atsushi's skin:]
You can tell me to stop at any time, you know. I don't mind.
[Because, if Steinbeck were the kind of person who couldn't take no for an answer, Atsushi wouldn't like him as much. And also his other half would stab him.]
But I don't want to stop yet, if that's okay...?
[He grips onto Steinbeck's shirt, tugging lightly at the bottom hem without the intention of actually pulling it off. Not without Steinbeck's go-ahead, at least.]
[His head feels a little fuzzy, like he feels after a couple of beers on a late weekend night. He smiles as the other man tugs on his shirt, his fingers tightening slightly over Atsushi's hips, like a tease of his own.]
Yeah, see? I knew you were good at what you do, doc.
[Even if Atsushi isn't really a doctor...whatever. He lifts his arms, letting the shirt slide off, before he moves his hands down and around the other's waist. His chest is bare - it looks smooth, but there are plenty of small healed scars here and there, haphazard, like a chalkboard covered in random marks. A hand slides down, fingers pulling up some of the fabric so he can grip the end of the other's shirt to edge it slightly upward.]
[Steinbeck nips at the other's lower lip.]
You look pretty hot, you know.
[In a temperature way or "what he looks like" way? Probably both.]
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[He takes off his coat, resting it on the back of the chair before he sits down, crossing his legs as he looks up at the other. So far, nothing can be seen, except for maybe some dried blood on the side of his neck.]
You've been hanging in there? Other guy kept you safe?
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Safe and sound. He takes good care of me.
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[Like, a super protector.]
[He tilts his head, allows the other to do his work - the wound from where he used Grapes of Wrath is, of course, already gone.]
You're lucky to have him.
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[And just like that, blood's gone.]
How have you been?
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[He slides a hand over his neck, now clean.]
Oh, been alright. Glad that the jellyfish are gone. [He smiles.] Glad that I have you to take care of me afterwards.
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[The chair's a tight fit, but he squeezes in next to Steinbeck anyway, leaning against his side.]
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[His arm moves around Atsushi's waist, holding him in place. Smooth move, Steinbeck.]
Remind me what we wanted to do, again? You wanted something to happen in private, didn't you...?
[He's teasing. Of course he is.]
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I think I said something about taking care of you?
[surely that's what Steinbeck means]
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[Something like that, yep!]
You've done a lot...but you have to be thorough, you know?
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[Are you hear for more kissing or like, a hook up.]
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[He moves his hand to rest on Atsushi's chest, thumb making little circles in the fabric.]
I guess we can just started and see where it goes. Whatever you want.
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[But he's technically a teacher and not a doctor - oh well.
Turning his head, Atsushi places a slow, almost hesitant kiss on Steinbeck's lips. Chaste.]
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[And that sure is a cute, gentle kiss - Steinbeck smiles into it, tilting his head as he returns it, softly.]
[See, he can also be chaste.]
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It's good. It warms him without making his blood rush. Atsushi could continue kissing him softly and slowly for five minutes.
And he will, unless Steinbeck says something.]
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[He'll give Atsushi the nice gentle makeouts he needs, but after a moment, he pulls away, his eyes glittering darkly.]
Hm. [He bends in for another kiss, but this time its deeper, the tip of his tongue briefly dipping to touch the other's lips.] Not enough.
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Well, I wouldn't want to not give you enough care. [He leans in again for another, still slow but deeper kiss, lips parted in implicit invitation for Steinbeck to continue.]
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[He takes Atsushi's invitation happily, a slight noise at the back of his throat as he returns the gesture, fingers curling over the other's side. His other hand moves to rest on Atsushi's leg, eyes fluttering closed as he enjoys the smooth, slow deep kiss between them.]
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...it's more comfortable.
[He feels the need to explain himself, for some reason.]
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[It's nice. His hands dance downwards, almost teasingly, fingers curling over Atsushi's hips as he gives him another kiss, this time on the side of his jaw.]
How are you feeling, Atsushi...?
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[It's not a descriptive answer fitting for an author, but he's never tried to write anything while sitting on someone else's lap. At the kiss to his jaw, he gasps, unable or unwilling to hold the sound back.]
What about you?
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[He shouldn't indulge. He really shouldn't. But Atsushi is here, legs draped over his sides, his heartbeat practically felt through his neck as Steinbeck shifts his lips, kisses along more of the man's jawline, up and near his ear.]
[He murmurs against Atsushi's skin:]
You can tell me to stop at any time, you know. I don't mind.
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[Because, if Steinbeck were the kind of person who couldn't take no for an answer, Atsushi wouldn't like him as much. And also his other half would stab him.]
But I don't want to stop yet, if that's okay...?
[He grips onto Steinbeck's shirt, tugging lightly at the bottom hem without the intention of actually pulling it off. Not without Steinbeck's go-ahead, at least.]
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[His head feels a little fuzzy, like he feels after a couple of beers on a late weekend night. He smiles as the other man tugs on his shirt, his fingers tightening slightly over Atsushi's hips, like a tease of his own.]
You can take it off.
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Have to check you for more injuries, after all.
[This time, he's the one making the 'checking thoroughly' joke.]
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[Even if Atsushi isn't really a doctor...whatever. He lifts his arms, letting the shirt slide off, before he moves his hands down and around the other's waist. His chest is bare - it looks smooth, but there are plenty of small healed scars here and there, haphazard, like a chalkboard covered in random marks. A hand slides down, fingers pulling up some of the fabric so he can grip the end of the other's shirt to edge it slightly upward.]
[Steinbeck nips at the other's lower lip.]
You look pretty hot, you know.
[In a temperature way or "what he looks like" way? Probably both.]
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