[ He nods, because really, what else can he say? He's already made it clear that he's not going to back down or disagree. He can't with Hisoka because any moment of weakness around him could be bad - and despite being impulsive, Rohan is smart enough to understand that much. He keeps his attention stilled on the man in front of him - intensely focused. It's the same sort of attention he'd give a model or his artwork. Brows furrowed, an expression that could easily be mistaken for annoyed.
He feels his hands be released, and slowly lowers them, allowing them to rest on Hisoka's shoulders. He takes a moment to rotate his wrists, moving the joints briefly. His arms shift slightly and there's a tug, his arms tightening there, to bring the man chest to chest with him - almost a hug, he supposes. Though he'd never call it that aloud. It's an action that could easily be mistaken for affectionate, despite that he's made it pretty clear there's no such feelings. He can play along, too. ]
You think they care here?
[ Okay, Rohan cared a little bit, but he knows other people don't. And if they did, they didn't make a point to say anything to him. So he's glad, but he can't let the other think that. He tilts his head to lean in and whisper to the other. ]
Sill, that's very considerate of you.
[ Sarcasm? Absolutely. He rocks hips, the movement, the shift is purposeful and slow. He enjoys the contact, as much as a tease that it is. ]
I'd hate to let people think I like you or something.
[ He draws out the first word before smiling broadly. His tongue slides across his own lips as he drops his gaze down to really appreciate Rohan. Even clothed, he really is quite a treat. His shoulders give a little shake as he laughs at his own appraisal. Even if I compliment him, he'll just say that "he knows." ]
I'm very considerate when it comes to you.
[ A partial lie. ]
Perish the thought. [ Hisoka steps back just enough so that he could start to undo Rohan's pants. He wishes that they could keep grinding and rubbing against each other until they were panting and begging. But I'm a little worried Rohan-sensei might punish me with Heaven's Door. He really does wonder if he teased him too much if something would be written on his soul to make sure he never does it again. ]
If you don't like me, how do you feel about me, Rohan-sensei? [ It is something to ask him as he takes off the other's pants and undergarments. His plan is to eventually have those legs wrapped around his own waist as he makes love to him standing. Hisoka bites his lip to keep from laughing at his own mental word choice. ]
Am I just fun for you? [ The magician asks as he sinks down to his knees. He opens his mouth before sliding the tip of Rohan's arousal in his mouth. Obviously, he still expects to have his questions answered; his hands reach up to gently knead and squeeze the mangaka's backside. ]
[ Rohan's very brief grin borders on dangerous. Like he knows that in the future they are going to be up to no good. But he has nowhere to go, feet still firmly planted thanks to the Nen, and that's fine with him. There isn't anywhere he'd go anyway. He had a reason for inviting the other over, after all. And this was exactly why. He doesn't really think Hisoka is that considerate, really. He just sort of - does what he wants most of the time.
He's not predictable, not that Rohan has ever really tried to predict him. It's more fun that way. Honestly, not knowing what to expect is just what Rohan is used to.
It's funny, it's not like this is the first time he's lost clothing around the other. It's not the first time he's been aroused around him, either. But still, he can feel that the tips of his ears are hot, and he's sure it's at least partially embarrassment.
But when he feels that wet heat of Hisoka's mouth, and it takes every semblance of control in order to not thrust into the mouth of the other. He still moves his fingers to the others hair, gripping and pulling tight.
How is he supposed to form words? How can he even speak. He sucks in his breath, and exhales deeply, as if he's trying to distract himself from being turned on and getting the slightest hint of what he needs. ]
Ah --
[ Fuck. ]
Yeah. You're fun.
[ And he does like him, at least in his own way. He wouldn't spend time with him otherwise. ]
[ He pulls back enough so that he can give a cheeky reply: ]
That's the part that makes me fun. [ The fact that he's a tease.
Hisoka cants his head to the side and smiles; the smile is a bit too fond given his position and the state that the two of them are in. He look at him with affection, but it's more like gazing at a toy that one really likes playing with.
With his aura, he connects the line to a bottle and pulls it up for Rohan to see. Shaking the item at him, he takes in whatever expression that the man makes before coating his fingers with the substance. ]
You know, I know that I'm over for just a bit of fun... but why don't you tell me about your day? That helps to make this process go by a little faster, right? [ That's a lie. He just wants to hear Rohan's voice hitch and all the noises that the manga-ka would make while he prepares him. And that's why he words his request in such a manner, because he tries to play against Rohan's pride to get him to do what he wants. ]
Besides, hearing about what you do ... it's always fun. [ So he says as his hand quests between the man's legs and starts to press in. ]
[ This asshole. Rohan makes a disgruntled noise and frowns as the other pulls back. He knew, logically,that it was going to happen, but he's still unhappy about it. As the other moves, uses his ability, Rohan watches him. It's convenient to have skills like the other has. Of course, it was no mystery as to why Hisoka was over anyway, so there's no surprise. Rohan knows what happens next, and he mentally readies himself.
But then, he asks that question and as Hisoka had wanted and hoped for - his voice hitches as he feels the other press into him.
He doesn't care about how his day was and he's definitely not sharing with Hisoka. He'd been angry, upset, and felt lonely. And it was why he had turned to the other so readily. He usually preferred to be left to his own devices, used to living alone as soon as he obtained some hint of success. But it was this combination which led him towards impulsive decision making.
Maybe this would allow his mind to reset, or at least remain distracted long enough. ]
Who cares -- [ he tries to not sound like he's reacting, but his voice catches in his throat when he speaks, and he stumbles over his words. For all that he attempts to seem cool, Rohan's consistently anything but that. ]
You bastard. I don't even care.
[ It took some effort to say it, but worth it to make his point, because that's just how he is. But, for as long as the other has known him, he'll certainly catch the irritation in his voice as he speaks. Even if it's probably just as easy to think it's directed at Hisoka and not at his general state of being. ]
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He feels his hands be released, and slowly lowers them, allowing them to rest on Hisoka's shoulders. He takes a moment to rotate his wrists, moving the joints briefly. His arms shift slightly and there's a tug, his arms tightening there, to bring the man chest to chest with him - almost a hug, he supposes. Though he'd never call it that aloud. It's an action that could easily be mistaken for affectionate, despite that he's made it pretty clear there's no such feelings. He can play along, too. ]
You think they care here?
[ Okay, Rohan cared a little bit, but he knows other people don't. And if they did, they didn't make a point to say anything to him. So he's glad, but he can't let the other think that. He tilts his head to lean in and whisper to the other. ]
Sill, that's very considerate of you.
[ Sarcasm? Absolutely. He rocks hips, the movement, the shift is purposeful and slow. He enjoys the contact, as much as a tease that it is. ]
I'd hate to let people think I like you or something.
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[ He draws out the first word before smiling broadly. His tongue slides across his own lips as he drops his gaze down to really appreciate Rohan. Even clothed, he really is quite a treat. His shoulders give a little shake as he laughs at his own appraisal. Even if I compliment him, he'll just say that "he knows." ]
I'm very considerate when it comes to you.
[ A partial lie. ]
Perish the thought. [ Hisoka steps back just enough so that he could start to undo Rohan's pants. He wishes that they could keep grinding and rubbing against each other until they were panting and begging. But I'm a little worried Rohan-sensei might punish me with Heaven's Door. He really does wonder if he teased him too much if something would be written on his soul to make sure he never does it again. ]
If you don't like me, how do you feel about me, Rohan-sensei? [ It is something to ask him as he takes off the other's pants and undergarments. His plan is to eventually have those legs wrapped around his own waist as he makes love to him standing. Hisoka bites his lip to keep from laughing at his own mental word choice. ]
Am I just fun for you? [ The magician asks as he sinks down to his knees. He opens his mouth before sliding the tip of Rohan's arousal in his mouth. Obviously, he still expects to have his questions answered; his hands reach up to gently knead and squeeze the mangaka's backside. ]
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[ Rohan's very brief grin borders on dangerous. Like he knows that in the future they are going to be up to no good. But he has nowhere to go, feet still firmly planted thanks to the Nen, and that's fine with him. There isn't anywhere he'd go anyway. He had a reason for inviting the other over, after all. And this was exactly why. He doesn't really think Hisoka is that considerate, really. He just sort of - does what he wants most of the time.
He's not predictable, not that Rohan has ever really tried to predict him. It's more fun that way. Honestly, not knowing what to expect is just what Rohan is used to.
It's funny, it's not like this is the first time he's lost clothing around the other. It's not the first time he's been aroused around him, either. But still, he can feel that the tips of his ears are hot, and he's sure it's at least partially embarrassment.
But when he feels that wet heat of Hisoka's mouth, and it takes every semblance of control in order to not thrust into the mouth of the other. He still moves his fingers to the others hair, gripping and pulling tight.
How is he supposed to form words? How can he even speak. He sucks in his breath, and exhales deeply, as if he's trying to distract himself from being turned on and getting the slightest hint of what he needs. ]
Ah --
[ Fuck. ]
Yeah. You're fun.
[ And he does like him, at least in his own way. He wouldn't spend time with him otherwise. ]
And a tease.
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That's the part that makes me fun. [ The fact that he's a tease.
Hisoka cants his head to the side and smiles; the smile is a bit too fond given his position and the state that the two of them are in. He look at him with affection, but it's more like gazing at a toy that one really likes playing with.
With his aura, he connects the line to a bottle and pulls it up for Rohan to see. Shaking the item at him, he takes in whatever expression that the man makes before coating his fingers with the substance. ]
You know, I know that I'm over for just a bit of fun... but why don't you tell me about your day? That helps to make this process go by a little faster, right?
[ That's a lie. He just wants to hear Rohan's voice hitch and all the noises that the manga-ka would make while he prepares him. And that's why he words his request in such a manner, because he tries to play against Rohan's pride to get him to do what he wants. ]
Besides, hearing about what you do ... it's always fun. [ So he says as his hand quests between the man's legs and starts to press in. ]
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But then, he asks that question and as Hisoka had wanted and hoped for - his voice hitches as he feels the other press into him.
He doesn't care about how his day was and he's definitely not sharing with Hisoka. He'd been angry, upset, and felt lonely. And it was why he had turned to the other so readily. He usually preferred to be left to his own devices, used to living alone as soon as he obtained some hint of success. But it was this combination which led him towards impulsive decision making.
Maybe this would allow his mind to reset, or at least remain distracted long enough. ]
Who cares -- [ he tries to not sound like he's reacting, but his voice catches in his throat when he speaks, and he stumbles over his words. For all that he attempts to seem cool, Rohan's consistently anything but that. ]
You bastard. I don't even care.
[ It took some effort to say it, but worth it to make his point, because that's just how he is. But, for as long as the other has known him, he'll certainly catch the irritation in his voice as he speaks. Even if it's probably just as easy to think it's directed at Hisoka and not at his general state of being. ]
You know I'm not patient.