[ To pretty much everything Hisoka said. A blanket statement that applied exactly as needed. Hisoka knows that, though. Rohan thinks, at least. When he's carried, he'd normally fight it, but he's not even bothering. In part because he doesn't really want to be dropped on the ground - and then he's simply tossed. And bounces. And - there's a moment where he considers kicking Hisoka out over it. But he's not going to. Not now. Not when his body is burning up. Not when he can barely think about much of anything right now. His hips squirm and shift, and he worked to help discard his pants, leaving him only in boxers, until they'll be discarded. He's obviously hard. And he watches.
His face and ears are flushed. Rohan sucks in a breath, then makes a sound that seems to resemble a sigh of relief. He shifts a little, moving to get as comfortable as possible. His eyes are glued to Hisoka. His ears twitch a little with curiosity. He's not keeping it together. Every shred of control has vanished. ]
Yeah, shut up.
[ Simple, straightforward, though his words come out a little strained. He's watching, Hisoka. And although he seems to think where things will proceed, he doesn't ever dare guess. Not with him. It's impossible. He reaches, shifting so that he could get a hand on Hisoka's hair. Trapping it between his fingers, tugging a little. ]
no subject
[ To pretty much everything Hisoka said. A blanket statement that applied exactly as needed. Hisoka knows that, though. Rohan thinks, at least. When he's carried, he'd normally fight it, but he's not even bothering. In part because he doesn't really want to be dropped on the ground - and then he's simply tossed. And bounces. And - there's a moment where he considers kicking Hisoka out over it. But he's not going to. Not now. Not when his body is burning up. Not when he can barely think about much of anything right now. His hips squirm and shift, and he worked to help discard his pants, leaving him only in boxers, until they'll be discarded. He's obviously hard. And he watches.
His face and ears are flushed. Rohan sucks in a breath, then makes a sound that seems to resemble a sigh of relief. He shifts a little, moving to get as comfortable as possible. His eyes are glued to Hisoka. His ears twitch a little with curiosity. He's not keeping it together. Every shred of control has vanished. ]
Yeah, shut up.
[ Simple, straightforward, though his words come out a little strained. He's watching, Hisoka. And although he seems to think where things will proceed, he doesn't ever dare guess. Not with him. It's impossible. He reaches, shifting so that he could get a hand on Hisoka's hair. Trapping it between his fingers, tugging a little. ]