He shouldn't be embarrassed. C'mon, this is me we're talking about.
[And yet he's the one blushing? He steps back towards where he deposited his coat, rummaging through the pockets to pull out his knife and bag of grapeseeds. He smiles over at the other man.]
I think I'd like to hear what those thoughts were. The ones he had in private.
[Inner won't call him on that blushing... right now. Maybe later.]
He had a vine in his hand, but he wanted to know what it would feel like in his mouth. He thought about how many vines you could control at once, if you could fuck him with one at the same time as that.
[What's a sense of embarrassment?]
He'd like to be tied up, completely overwhelmed and at your mercy.
Hey now, are you sure you're not just trying to steal his fantasy under his nose?
[His tone is teasing, though, even as he moves to flick his knife open, shifting the blade up near his neck. His shirt is a button-up, so he doesn't have to worry about removing it once the seed is planted.]
[He stabs into his skin, blood starting to spurt before he shoves a seed in - instantly, it finds purchase under his skin, blossoming outwards into a large, healthy set of brown vines and large green leaves.]
Now, then. Lets get started, shall we? Get on the bed.
[There's a flat look at that, because wow, but hey, that will only make him want to show off more. There won't be any disappointing here. Steinbeck shifts off his shirt, dumping it to the ground - the exposed skin shows that the vine's roots have even gone down into his neck and his upper chest.]
I've been wanting to do this with you all day. [He says, moving to move in after the other man, climbing so that his hands are on either side of Atsushi's head and his knees are straddling. A vine creeps down, slithering over and around his neck.] You think you're up for it?
[That doesn't paint a bad picture at all. Not the traditional definition of handsomeness, certainly, not a bad picture.]
Of course. [Atsushi cannot turn off his competitiveness even for one second. He reaches for Steinbeck to pull him by the back of the neck into a kiss.]
[The kiss is welcomed. Steinbeck meets it a deep passion, a fire stoking in his chest from the moonlacing that seems to spur on the growth of the vines coming from his neck - some of the tendrils drift down to slide over Atsushi's chest and arms.]
[One moves down to twist around one of his thighs, leaves tickling the skin above his pants as the tendril slides under the belt of his pants.]
[The vines don't feel like hands and skin at all, but that isn't a bad thing. It makes Atsushi shudder, groaning into the kiss. He doesn't have as many hands as Steinbeck has vines, but he'll make the best use of what he has, running his hands up Steinbeck's chest to rub at the spot where plant connects to skin.
When he feels the tendril slide underneath his belt, he lifts his hips off the bed to make it easier for Steinbeck to get his pants out of the way.]
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[So Inner spilling the beans on the fantasy is Helping. Outer can be mad at Inner for it later.]
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[And yet he's the one blushing? He steps back towards where he deposited his coat, rummaging through the pockets to pull out his knife and bag of grapeseeds. He smiles over at the other man.]
I think I'd like to hear what those thoughts were. The ones he had in private.
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He had a vine in his hand, but he wanted to know what it would feel like in his mouth. He thought about how many vines you could control at once, if you could fuck him with one at the same time as that.
[What's a sense of embarrassment?]
He'd like to be tied up, completely overwhelmed and at your mercy.
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Someone had a lot of time to think, huh. [Sweet shy Atsushi, imagining bondage with vines...] Is that what you want, too?
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It's an interesting mental image. [To say the least. Inner's smile widens.] Maybe I should try it out first and see if it's good enough for him?
[After all, there's no telling if Steinbeck is that good with his vines. Maybe it would just be a disappointment to everyone involved.]
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[His tone is teasing, though, even as he moves to flick his knife open, shifting the blade up near his neck. His shirt is a button-up, so he doesn't have to worry about removing it once the seed is planted.]
[He stabs into his skin, blood starting to spurt before he shoves a seed in - instantly, it finds purchase under his skin, blossoming outwards into a large, healthy set of brown vines and large green leaves.]
Now, then. Lets get started, shall we? Get on the bed.
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[Teasing back, since he's climbing on the bed even while he speaks. He leans back against the headboard, watching the vines sprout from Steinbeck.
This'll be interesting, to say the least.]
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I've been wanting to do this with you all day. [He says, moving to move in after the other man, climbing so that his hands are on either side of Atsushi's head and his knees are straddling. A vine creeps down, slithering over and around his neck.] You think you're up for it?
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Of course. [Atsushi cannot turn off his competitiveness even for one second. He reaches for Steinbeck to pull him by the back of the neck into a kiss.]
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[One moves down to twist around one of his thighs, leaves tickling the skin above his pants as the tendril slides under the belt of his pants.]
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When he feels the tendril slide underneath his belt, he lifts his hips off the bed to make it easier for Steinbeck to get his pants out of the way.]