[ Hisoka readily admits that he's being gentle with Rohan. He could sink his teeth into the other's shoulder to draw blood -- his lips quirk as he thinks that would be a different kind of fun. ]
Being gentle with Rohan-sensei means that I get to hear his sighing and feel his fingers in my hair. [ His voice is filled with a teasing tone and his eyes shine bright with amusement. Running his tongue across his own lips, he adds: ]
But I wonder what sort of pillow talk that you like best. [ He can't help how his smile twists across his face. Even as he drops his head down so that he can kiss over the bites that he gave Rohan; his smile can probably be felt against the other man's skin. ]
Something dirty, maybe? [ Absolutely not. But still, having Rohan sitting on him, tasting his skin like this -- well, he isn't immune to it. He breathes out a long sigh; his pants feel tight and uncomfortable but isn't he a good obedient "puppet" with how he doesn't rut against the manga-ka.]
[ Hisoka is being very good, Rohan notes. Not that he would dare praise him for behaving as he said he would by listening to his commands. He knows there's restraint, even when the other notes that he's being gentle with him. He's holding back, and there's a passing thought of what an unrestrained Hisoka would be like when like this. And, when that smile is felt against his flesh, Rohan tugs on the strands of hair tangled in his fingers.
It's fun, he notes. Tugging like this. Just enough to cause a little bit of sting. He’s enjoying this - a lot more than he had anticipated he would. Maybe it was because he was able to give orders and that they were being listened to. Maybe it was the teeth on his flesh. But he knows it was probably all of it. He shifts his hips, a small effort to see if he could possibly get any closer while giving Hisoka the room needed to bite him. Yeah. ]
Hm - [ Probably none, and he knows. No expressions of feelings unless it was someone precious to him. It seems silly to indulge in pillow talk unless it was someone he wanted to talk to. ]
Why? Are you desperate to find out?
[ Unapologetically - he shifts his hips again, grinding them down against Hisoka's. ]
Maybe you'll just have to see.
[ His voice lifts just a little. A playful edge to it thanks to Cordis. ]
A little bit. I'm quite talkative during these moments.
[ He chuckles a little as he thinks about how noisy he can be. Ah, we are getting there, aren't we? It would be rather obtuse of him to think that they weren't. Well, Rohan-sensei is a bit of a bastard. He might actually say 'no.' His smile widens on his face as he laughs at his own private joke. ]
I guess I will have to see.
[ How to get him chatty--ah? His eyebrows lift as his eyes start to shine with inspiration and excitement. Running his tongue over his lips, he looks up expectantly at Rohan. Hisoka leans in to bite and nip a little more at the exposed skin -- he pauses to drage his tongue along the bites that he gave. ]
Rohan-sensei. Since I don't think you'll enjoy the things I'd whisper in your ear... [ He presses his smile against Rohan's chest, letting him feel the mischievous curl of his lips. ] How about I keep it occupied for you?
[ Oh, he would much rather be riding the manga-ka tight as he said all sorts of awful, terrible things to him while he got him off. But he thinks that what would also be fun is hearing how chatty Rohan could be. I'll let him pick his poison, though. Because he's the one in charge.
His sharp smile dances across his face, again. Indeed, the magician said he would listen to everything that he was ordered to do. But, he's slowly taking away the choices that are available to Rohan until it is only left with what Hisoka wants to do. And isn't that kind of fun? ]
[ Of course you are, Rohan manages to think. Somehow. He is noticing it is difficult to think and consider things. And for all that he is trying to somehow analyze each and every action of his own - considering how and why he's doing certain things. It's simply his nature, even during Cordis, to consider every movement. During Cordis, the part of his mind that tells him to stop seems to have a switch flipped.
His skin is hot to the touch. And Hisoka's lips on his chest is not helping, he notices. His face - from his cheeks to the tips of his ears are red.
He's stopped trying to figure it out. He shifts his hips a little. He's uncomfortable, but he wants contact, touch. Friction. So he shifts his hips again, grinds them down against Hisoka's again. The way the fabric moves against his skin, causes a small, low noise that he just can't stop, and he hates it when he hears himself make it.
Typically, he rejects physical contact. He rarely has ever felt like this. Turned on and wanting more - seeking it out. He doesn't know if he fully cares where he gets it, either. His body is pleading with him to just get what he can out of this.
The other is right, he won't much like the things Hisoka has to say, he's sure of it. But -- ]
Why, what will you say?
[ He knows immediately it's filthy, probably. Gross. Disgusting. Seems like Hisoka to him. He says again. ]
Nevermind, don't tell me. Just --
[ Keep it occupied. Yeah, that sounds good. He's mostly eager for contact. ]
Yeah.
[ He shifts back, scooting a little so that he can get a little bit of space. His hands are seeking out contact, too. His hands, just as warm as the rest of his body, find the bottom of Hisoka's shirt and move up it. His clawed fingers move over the flesh. Not hard, not enough to even really mark him. Enough to tease, until they settle. His palms rest on Hisoka's chest, and he huffs out: ]
Not bad.
[ w h a t - it's immediate regret when he hears the words. Oh - they're gone now. Out of his mouth. And he knows he definitely didn't just whisper it to himself or something. This is why he usually thinks much harder about the things he does. This is why he doesn't love Cordis. But given those facts it doesn't stop him from speaking again: ]
You're right, I'd really like you to not speak.
[ Hah. He realizes he probably shouldn't really speak himself, either. ]
[ Hisoka readily agrees that it is best that he didn't talk. Because he is certain what he would say would really kill the mood, and it would only be by the blessing of Cordis' moon that they could keep going. His mouth twists into a wider smile, so it is good that Rohan had told him that he didn't want to know. Let's see -- maybe, I'd describe how everything felt. ]
But Rohan-sensei is a classy person. If we play around here, next time you entertain guests, will you think about how we were together on this couch?
[ His smile sharpens. He likes that idea, honestly. He likes the idea of Rohan sitting and chatting people up while in the back of the manga-ka's mind, he thinks of how he was on his back on the couch with Hisoka's mouth on him. His shoulders shake a little as he barely keeps himself from laughing.
But then, that'd involve Rohan-sensei liking someone enough to entertain them. ]
Come, come.
[ He brings his arms to wrap them around Rohan so that he can lift him up when he stands up. ]
Let's finish our romantic meeting in your bedroom.
[ Oh, no. He's really not feeling very classy. Not with how desperately he's pressed against Hisoka. How hot his body is; how he's so close to begging for touch. How he shifts his hip to steal what little friction he could. Find something, any relief. Would the memory of this time on the couch turn him on? Maybe not, and he knows it. He has always had an active imagination, and he had always spent a lot of time daydreaming. If it hadn't done it for him yet -- But maybe remembering the touch. The way that tongue and teeth felt on flesh. Maybe that would be enough.
But Hisoka was right, Rohan would have to like someone enough to have him over here. To spend time on his couch and in his living room casually. And there weren't.
It's so easy for Hisoka, he notes. To just lift him like this. He's unaccustomed to it, and he doesn't really like it. But he also -- ]
Just hurry up.
[ It's a demand. Not a request, a question. There's a hint of 'or else' burned into it. And - he's quick to correct him. ]
It's not romantic.
[ Far from it. He just wants Hisoka to pick up the pace now. To get back to it. He's -- grumbling because he's being picked up, and he doesn't love he idea, but he doesn't squirm as much as he typically would. ]
[ Hisoka drops his head as he shakes it in a dramatic way. He doesn't draw anything out too much, though. He lets out a small sigh as he moves quickly to the bedroom. The magician doesn't seem to be troubled moving while his own body is heated with lust and want; his steps are just as light and easy. ]
One day, we should try being romantic.
[ He thinks it would be funny.
He reaches the bedroom and quite literally tosses Rohan onto the bed. He wonders if the young man will bounce a little on the mattress; it's the only reason why he does it. Having a little fun with one another is good, too. ]
But doing things romantically would be something you've never experienced, right?
[ Hisoka taps his finger against his lips as he crawls up onto the bed. ]
Sorry. I'm not supposed to be talking right now, am I? [ He chuckles to himself as he helps himself to tugging down more of Rohan's pants. His eyes shine with something like adoration; it's because he's having a great time with someone that he likes. These moments are so rare.
His head drops but he waits before he does anything; he waits because he wants to hear more of what Rohan has to say before he starts. Like ... will he suck his breath in? Will I hear the sound of the sheets being grabbed? These are the things a person should savor. ]
[ 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. ]
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[ Hisoka readily admits that he's being gentle with Rohan. He could sink his teeth into the other's shoulder to draw blood -- his lips quirk as he thinks that would be a different kind of fun. ]
Being gentle with Rohan-sensei means that I get to hear his sighing and feel his fingers in my hair. [ His voice is filled with a teasing tone and his eyes shine bright with amusement. Running his tongue across his own lips, he adds: ]
But I wonder what sort of pillow talk that you like best. [ He can't help how his smile twists across his face. Even as he drops his head down so that he can kiss over the bites that he gave Rohan; his smile can probably be felt against the other man's skin. ]
Something dirty, maybe? [ Absolutely not. But still, having Rohan sitting on him, tasting his skin like this -- well, he isn't immune to it. He breathes out a long sigh; his pants feel tight and uncomfortable but isn't he a good obedient "puppet" with how he doesn't rut against the manga-ka.]
Or sweet-nothings?
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It's fun, he notes. Tugging like this. Just enough to cause a little bit of sting. He’s enjoying this - a lot more than he had anticipated he would. Maybe it was because he was able to give orders and that they were being listened to. Maybe it was the teeth on his flesh. But he knows it was probably all of it. He shifts his hips, a small effort to see if he could possibly get any closer while giving Hisoka the room needed to bite him. Yeah. ]
Hm - [ Probably none, and he knows. No expressions of feelings unless it was someone precious to him. It seems silly to indulge in pillow talk unless it was someone he wanted to talk to. ]
Why? Are you desperate to find out?
[ Unapologetically - he shifts his hips again, grinding them down against Hisoka's. ]
Maybe you'll just have to see.
[ His voice lifts just a little. A playful edge to it thanks to Cordis. ]
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[ He chuckles a little as he thinks about how noisy he can be. Ah, we are getting there, aren't we? It would be rather obtuse of him to think that they weren't. Well, Rohan-sensei is a bit of a bastard. He might actually say 'no.' His smile widens on his face as he laughs at his own private joke. ]
I guess I will have to see.
[ How to get him chatty--ah? His eyebrows lift as his eyes start to shine with inspiration and excitement. Running his tongue over his lips, he looks up expectantly at Rohan. Hisoka leans in to bite and nip a little more at the exposed skin -- he pauses to drage his tongue along the bites that he gave. ]
Rohan-sensei. Since I don't think you'll enjoy the things I'd whisper in your ear... [ He presses his smile against Rohan's chest, letting him feel the mischievous curl of his lips. ] How about I keep it occupied for you?
[ Oh, he would much rather be riding the manga-ka tight as he said all sorts of awful, terrible things to him while he got him off. But he thinks that what would also be fun is hearing how chatty Rohan could be. I'll let him pick his poison, though. Because he's the one in charge.
His sharp smile dances across his face, again. Indeed, the magician said he would listen to everything that he was ordered to do. But, he's slowly taking away the choices that are available to Rohan until it is only left with what Hisoka wants to do. And isn't that kind of fun? ]
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His skin is hot to the touch. And Hisoka's lips on his chest is not helping, he notices. His face - from his cheeks to the tips of his ears are red.
He's stopped trying to figure it out. He shifts his hips a little. He's uncomfortable, but he wants contact, touch. Friction. So he shifts his hips again, grinds them down against Hisoka's again. The way the fabric moves against his skin, causes a small, low noise that he just can't stop, and he hates it when he hears himself make it.
Typically, he rejects physical contact. He rarely has ever felt like this. Turned on and wanting more - seeking it out. He doesn't know if he fully cares where he gets it, either. His body is pleading with him to just get what he can out of this.
The other is right, he won't much like the things Hisoka has to say, he's sure of it. But -- ]
Why, what will you say?
[ He knows immediately it's filthy, probably. Gross. Disgusting. Seems like Hisoka to him. He says again. ]
Nevermind, don't tell me. Just --
[ Keep it occupied. Yeah, that sounds good. He's mostly eager for contact. ]
Yeah.
[ He shifts back, scooting a little so that he can get a little bit of space. His hands are seeking out contact, too. His hands, just as warm as the rest of his body, find the bottom of Hisoka's shirt and move up it. His clawed fingers move over the flesh. Not hard, not enough to even really mark him. Enough to tease, until they settle. His palms rest on Hisoka's chest, and he huffs out: ]
Not bad.
[ w h a t - it's immediate regret when he hears the words. Oh - they're gone now. Out of his mouth. And he knows he definitely didn't just whisper it to himself or something. This is why he usually thinks much harder about the things he does. This is why he doesn't love Cordis. But given those facts it doesn't stop him from speaking again: ]
You're right, I'd really like you to not speak.
[ Hah. He realizes he probably shouldn't really speak himself, either. ]
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[ Hisoka readily agrees that it is best that he didn't talk. Because he is certain what he would say would really kill the mood, and it would only be by the blessing of Cordis' moon that they could keep going. His mouth twists into a wider smile, so it is good that Rohan had told him that he didn't want to know. Let's see -- maybe, I'd describe how everything felt. ]
But Rohan-sensei is a classy person. If we play around here, next time you entertain guests, will you think about how we were together on this couch?
[ His smile sharpens. He likes that idea, honestly. He likes the idea of Rohan sitting and chatting people up while in the back of the manga-ka's mind, he thinks of how he was on his back on the couch with Hisoka's mouth on him. His shoulders shake a little as he barely keeps himself from laughing.
But then, that'd involve Rohan-sensei liking someone enough to entertain them. ]
Come, come.
[ He brings his arms to wrap them around Rohan so that he can lift him up when he stands up. ]
Let's finish our romantic meeting in your bedroom.
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[ Oh, no. He's really not feeling very classy. Not with how desperately he's pressed against Hisoka. How hot his body is; how he's so close to begging for touch. How he shifts his hip to steal what little friction he could. Find something, any relief. Would the memory of this time on the couch turn him on? Maybe not, and he knows it. He has always had an active imagination, and he had always spent a lot of time daydreaming. If it hadn't done it for him yet -- But maybe remembering the touch. The way that tongue and teeth felt on flesh. Maybe that would be enough.
But Hisoka was right, Rohan would have to like someone enough to have him over here. To spend time on his couch and in his living room casually. And there weren't.
It's so easy for Hisoka, he notes. To just lift him like this. He's unaccustomed to it, and he doesn't really like it. But he also -- ]
Just hurry up.
[ It's a demand. Not a request, a question. There's a hint of 'or else' burned into it. And - he's quick to correct him. ]
It's not romantic.
[ Far from it. He just wants Hisoka to pick up the pace now. To get back to it. He's -- grumbling because he's being picked up, and he doesn't love he idea, but he doesn't squirm as much as he typically would. ]
Don't waste my time.
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[ Hisoka drops his head as he shakes it in a dramatic way. He doesn't draw anything out too much, though. He lets out a small sigh as he moves quickly to the bedroom. The magician doesn't seem to be troubled moving while his own body is heated with lust and want; his steps are just as light and easy. ]
One day, we should try being romantic.
[ He thinks it would be funny.
He reaches the bedroom and quite literally tosses Rohan onto the bed. He wonders if the young man will bounce a little on the mattress; it's the only reason why he does it. Having a little fun with one another is good, too. ]
But doing things romantically would be something you've never experienced, right?
[ Hisoka taps his finger against his lips as he crawls up onto the bed. ]
Sorry. I'm not supposed to be talking right now, am I? [ He chuckles to himself as he helps himself to tugging down more of Rohan's pants. His eyes shine with something like adoration; it's because he's having a great time with someone that he likes. These moments are so rare.
His head drops but he waits before he does anything; he waits because he wants to hear more of what Rohan has to say before he starts. Like ... will he suck his breath in? Will I hear the sound of the sheets being grabbed? These are the things a person should savor. ]
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[ 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. ]