[ they can ask him to carry them again anytime, it's not like he'll say no! good to know he has something in his repertoire that he can pull out to impress them for sure.
at their question, though, he frowns a little. how could they think he'd still be having second thoughts now?! brow furrowed, his tone turns husky again, closer to his normal thuggish register. ]
Ya think I give a shit about somethin' like that at this point?
[ he runs his hands over their bottom to emphasize his resolve, then traces a path up their body to the collar of their shirt. once again, it takes an amazing amount of self-restraint not to just tear it open like he does whenever he undresses, but he knows how much they value their outfits. but undoing their buttons gently lets him explore the body that's been just out of his grasp until this very moment.
of course, that's only if they let him. he may only have one eye, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be able to see if they react negatively in any way. ]
I want ya, Ioti Mizuki, an' that's that.
[ with that, he leans up to kiss at their neck, his mouth traveling up their jawline, his fingers continuing to learn their body. his hands are, unsurprisingly, heavily callused, as is his own skin, covered in hundreds of years old scars from his shoulders to his back to his abdomen. it's painfully clear, especially this close, that majima goro has been through a lot in his life, but he hopes it doesn't matter to them. ]
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at their question, though, he frowns a little. how could they think he'd still be having second thoughts now?! brow furrowed, his tone turns husky again, closer to his normal thuggish register. ]
Ya think I give a shit about somethin' like that at this point?
[ he runs his hands over their bottom to emphasize his resolve, then traces a path up their body to the collar of their shirt. once again, it takes an amazing amount of self-restraint not to just tear it open like he does whenever he undresses, but he knows how much they value their outfits. but undoing their buttons gently lets him explore the body that's been just out of his grasp until this very moment.
of course, that's only if they let him. he may only have one eye, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be able to see if they react negatively in any way. ]
I want ya, Ioti Mizuki, an' that's that.
[ with that, he leans up to kiss at their neck, his mouth traveling up their jawline, his fingers continuing to learn their body. his hands are, unsurprisingly, heavily callused, as is his own skin, covered in hundreds of years old scars from his shoulders to his back to his abdomen. it's painfully clear, especially this close, that majima goro has been through a lot in his life, but he hopes it doesn't matter to them. ]