★★★★☆ week 3. saturday. mizuki.

[haw]

[ that was. a lot.

after results are announced, majima retires to the parlor. there's only one reason he's here, and it isn't the alcohol.

he sits down at a table, lights another cigarette, and waits. ]

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i changed my mind anyway

[digestif]

[ Remember that time they told him to put his shirt on because it was distracting on account of his tattoos? Yeah, they were lying. It was on account of the muscles. Thanks for the food, Majima!! They look both amused and satisfied as he moves stuff around the room -- they could help out, but they just sit there, instead, eyebrow raised. ]

Hahaha. You're so eager, Majima-kun.

[ they think it's cute, though. Only once he's finished and coming back over does Mizuki decide to get up. They only reach up to around his chin, even with their shoes on, but they have a giant's confidence, as usual - they rest a hand against his chest (somewhat appreciatively) and smirk, leaning in close once more. ]

I'm flattered. You must really like me, huh?

[ men are usually a little more nervous around them, they've found, but he doesn't seem worried... only unfortunate in the sense that they can't tease him about it. ]

[haw]

Please. We've had this back an' forth goin' for how long now?

[ feeling the leather of their gloves against his skin sends a chill down his spine, and he cups one hand behind their head to dip down into another kiss, resting the other at their hip. this kiss is far less chaste than the first, with him hungrily attempting to push his tongue past their lips.

whether or not they're receptive to this sudden carnality is quickly made moot, though, as he releases their side and instead reaches for their wrist. ]

Lose the gloves, will ya?

[digestif]

[ he won't have to try hard; they yield easily with a little laugh through their nose at his enthusiasm, even as they meet it with their own. He tastes like tobacco, but the lingering flavor of bourbon on their tongue makes it a little sweeter, and when he cuts the kiss short, only curiosity keeps them from chasing him down to finish it.

The gloves, really... They sigh dramatically, slipping their wrist away from his hand so they can tug it off with their own. ]

Impatient. [ if he thinks they're going to let him boss them around, he's got another thing coming. While they pinch the glove of their other hand between their teeth and pull it off, Mizuki closes the distance between them even more, pushing their leg between his; they tuck the discarded gloves into their back pocket (those are too nice to toss on the floor) and gently take his face into their hands, almost chidingly. ] I'm not going anywhere else tonight, you know.

[haw]

[ he grins when they begin to take charge, because honestly? he was banking on that, and they have successfully delivered. as their leg slips between his own, he grinds hard against it. it would be near impossible for them not to notice his arousal peaking with their bodies this close. but it seems like he has a few more things to take care of before letting them fully take the reins... ]

After all my work here? Woulda been a lil' pissed if ya were.

[ and with that, he sweeps them off their feet and lifts them, coaxing their legs to wrap around his waist in one smooth waltz-like motion. (he really only does so to emphasize his body being able to support them all by itself, and to give them a chance to visually and physically appreciate it.) after solidly holding them aloft for a few seconds, he secures his hold on them and gently falls back into the chair they'd been sitting in before. the seat is still warm from before they left it, and he makes sure they're in a comfortable position in his lap before cupping their ass with both hands.

... for as much of a degenerate he's making himself out to be now, though, he cranes his neck up to look at their face and ask in a surprisingly soft voice with a matching expression, ]

Ya sure about this, Mizucchi?

[ he is a gentleman, deep down. ]

[digestif]

[ they can't help feeling a sort of smug satisfaction when he presses himself up against them like that and very clearly indicates just how eager he is. They've hardly even done anything yet. It's nice to be appreciated, isn't it? Their pulse beats a bit heavier in excitement; when he lifts them up, they laugh breathily, readily hooking their legs around him, and they're only mildly disappointed he doesn't keep them there longer. But this is fine - Mizuki makes another little sound as his hands find purchase (more like a sigh than a squeak this time), settling on top of him like a contented cat.

Their hands immediately want to wander to his chest, his back, however far those tattoos stretch; they pause when he speaks to them again in such a gentle tone again out of the blue, reminding them why they're in this position at all, and wind their arms around his neck, instead, at least for a moment. He's sweet - so sweet, for looking so scary. And they've got a soft spot for him. ]

I'm sure, [ they reply. It would be easy to tease him again, but they don't this time - his caring is genuine. ] Are you? You might not get what you're expecting.

[haw]

[ 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. ]

[digestif]

[ did they think he cared at this point? no -- nor are they even insecure about it -- but this is the one and only situation where they consider it actually relevant to anyone other than themself, so a check-in doesn't hurt. His flippant response brings a bit of that mischief back into their smile; they don't respond beyond a hum of acknowledgement, tilting their chin ever so slightly upwards to accomodate him.

Mizuki's the one to grab his wrist this time, elegant fingers guiding his hand away from the buttons to help them untie the ribbon at their collar while they can't quite see. They can feel the history written into his skin right under their fingertips. There's a lot about him they still don't know, they think. Maybe this is stupid for entirely different reasons - they don't know what kind of awful things could be in his past. They only know him the way he is now. But it feels like enough. He makes them comfortable, he makes them smile. He wants them. ]

Good, [ they murmur, because they're pretty damn sure they want him, too.


(mizuki route unlocked) ]