[ 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 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. ]