[ Hisoka laughs a little before he heads to the couch. His head tilts as he gives Rohan a look that says he's thinking of just dropping him unceremoniously onto the furniture. The thought comes and goes and he decides that it's nicer to someone whose house he broke into to carefully set him down -- and then, take his on seat. ]
Let's see... to have someone always around to worry about you? Love? Those sort of things, I suppose.
[ Rohan, for what it's worth, seems annoyed regardless as to how Hisoka set him down because he was being set down to begin with. He considers the other's answer and shifts just a little into Hisoka's bubble again. He reaches up, grabbing the other's chin and raises a brow. Yes, he is being particularly grabby. Sorry, Hisoka. ]
The only thing I care that people love is my art.
[ As it is, it's mostly true when he says it. Sure, he loves attention. Sure, he wants eyes on him. And sure, he doesn't mind having fans. But love in the way Hisoka means? It's not at the front of his mind.]
Did you have a goal when you came here or is this just for fun?
That's no good, Rohan-sensei. Loving your art is nice, but don't you want someone to love you? The good and bad parts of yourself?
[ Hisoka crosses his legs as he decides to ask these sort of questions. Because they're fun questions to ask. Because he doesn't want anyone to love every part of himself. The person that he is twisted and rotten and he loves that about himself. He's pleased with who he is and filled up with all of his selfish wants and needs. There isn't anyone that could fill him up anymore than those that he wants to kill for pleasure.
But! Rohan-sensei is different, isn't he? ]
I suppose my goal is to make sure that you're all right. Since I like you so much.
[ It's an interesting question. There's a shift in his weight and he stands, moving to face Hisoka there, regaining what he perceived as some sort of position of power. He puts one hand on his hip and looks down, very intentionally, at the other. He shakes his head. He takes a couple of steps, seeming to almost pace, though he's not going further than a couple of steps. ]
I'm not interested in investing myself in another person like that.
[ While it's a straightforward denial of a desire to care for someone that deeply, it's not fully true. But, it's easier, he knows - to let Hisoka believe that. It makes him feel harder to get to. Rohan did lack a lot of connections, living a life fully committed to his art and curiosity. He's been asked if it was lonely. But... Rohan wasn't lonely.
He didn't feel that. And there were people he cared about enough that he didn't want to let others know. He stops moving, and turns to face the other. ]
Well, I've been better than usual, I guess. No strange things since the puppet incident. Your concern is sweet, Hisoka. [ Not really. ]
[ Well, not like he did it to any great or real degree. But he had fun killing time in the City of Aiai. It was fun being loved by NPCS and finding out about who they were and carrying on with those storylines for fun. Some of them had interesting and surprising plots. Isn't that enough of a reason to invest in a person? Yes, that's about why he invests in anyone, because it'll kill his boredom for a little bit.
Because he cannot find one person that he can anger enough to want to kill him. Because he cannot find one person that will desire to kill him with everything that they have. It's a little frustrating. It feels a little like that Greed Island game. So, he considers all of these things just distractions until he can go back and kill Chrollo.
He watches Rohan move around and smiles fondly at him. This manga-ka is fun. He is funny. That's more than enough to see where his storyline goes in this world, before it eventually breaks. His lips curl a little more -- a little maliciousness slips into his grin. It lasts for a second and is gone. ]
Really? I'm relieved to know that you've been better than usual. Sometimes when I come to see you... you feel like you have a lot of weight on your shoulders. It makes you much stiffer and dull in color. [ He snickers. ] I like the Rohan-sensei that is colorful. That's the most fun for me to see.
[ Yes, what's interesting to Hisoka, what's fun for Hisoka, that's the only reason he involves himself. He wonders ... isn't Rohan-sensei kind of the same? Well, not to the degree that the magician is. Not as twisted as he is, but the two of them live in a selfish kind of way. And maybe, that's why he likes Rohan so much. A man that doesn't necessarily view things as good or evil, but what's interesting.
If his combat ability were a little higher ... ah... if it were just a little higher... how fun that would be. ]
Fun? Why is committing yourself to someone fun to you?
[ No. No it isn't fun. It's tiring and frustrating and sad when things don't go well or right. What if something happened to someone you've devoted yourself to? Rohan tends to get passionate about the things he likes. About learning, about art, and - well, he's not sure that he wouldn't end up just like that about someone he cared about. It just too much in his mind - too much work. Too much everything.
He raises a brow and shifts, moving right there to straddle Hisoka's lap, he leans into the clown magician. Relieved? Really.
Rohan's doing his best with what he has, but he's felt much lighter the past couple of months. Like - it's almost easier to move forward. Rohan can safely say, though, that even with some of the conversations he would have rather not had - he feels better. ]
Again, your concern for my well-being is so very sweet. [ No. ] But I'm pretty hard to hurt and kill. You don't have to worry about me, though. Worry about finding yourself that one true love who will murder you or whatever.
[ Like when he threw himself wholeheartedly into Aiai. It was fun to commit himself to the routes and relationships of those NPCs. He can see the appeal of it, and thinks that Rohan would enjoy it, too. There's fun in getting to know people -- and even more fun in getting to see what secrets they slowly show a person as they feel "close" to them. It's time-consuming, but what else is there to do?
He smiles up at the manga-ka when he straddles his lap. His smile is more like a smirk, though. ]
I'm very sweet. [ No. ] I'm always worried about that, Rohan-sensei. [ His hands rest lightly on the other's waist. ] But I can worry about you, too. It's called multi-tasking. [ Says the person that got so hyperfixated on hunting down a thirteen-year-old teleporter to kill that he lost more than two months of time. Who can multi-task? Probably not Hisoka when he gets really focused. ]
[ He's teasing, just a little. It's easy, and it's not that he understands the desire to be that close to anyone. He normally doesn't even much like people in his bubble. Cordis is the time he makes exceptions, and sometimes only for the sake of his continued survival. And his ability to use Heaven's Door. So, he doesn't flinch or react to Hisoka's hands.
There's a small, insincere laugh. ]
Your concern is appreciated.
[ Not really. Not much. And if only because he knows the worry that Hisoka mentions is just words. Rohan doesn't actually need anyone to worry. His stand is fully capable of keeping people he cares about - including himself - safe. There's no gentleness in his next action. One hand shifts, his grip is firm on Hisoka's chin. He's keeping the man's attention on him and his head still as he leans in and presses his lips to the other's. ]
[ Hisoka only smiles at both of Rohan's answers. He thinks that a fickle love is just fine, and conveys it in the wide smile that he gives his dear, dear friend. Of course, he could have said something with words, but why do that? The two of them are mostly teasing one another, after all.
His smile only falters a little when the manga-ka grabs his chin. It doesn't dip down into a frown but a somewhat more serious expression briefly crosses over Hisoka's face. He lifts his eyebrows a little when Rohan leans in. Cute.
He really can't help but start smiling again when he's kissed. Hisoka even opens his mouth so that they could deepen the kiss -- isn't he nice? His eyes turn into little half-moons filled with amusement, and he slides his hand up to properly cradle the back of Rohan's head. ]
[ Rohan - he doesn't really do this often (at all), and his inexperience is slipping through just a little. He can't help but overthink some things: where should he put his hands, he can't just hold onto Hisoka's chin like this forever. Should he shift in closer? He runs through five hundred questions, and in part it is because his brain is trying to piece together how he'd write this while he's participating. He almost can't stop himself.
Still, it doesn't deter his enjoyment of it - the way that he analyzes every movement. His eyes fall shut, his grip loosens, and his hand falls. Well, now that he has Hisoka's attention, he doesn't need to demand it like that anymore. He moves it, placing it on Hisoka's neck, tugging himself in forward, deepening that kiss - though this isn't without the use of his nails, pressing there into Hisoka.
The Chroma doesn't hurt, either. He always needs so much more during Cordis, and this is so much more than what he typically allows that it's helping more than he anticipates. He hates that he's taking note to consider doing this more often. He shouldn't want this to happen again. He's almost annoyed at himself for having the thought, however brief.
It's almost as though it's instinct when his lips part. Easily following Hisoka's lead (Rohan Kishibe does what he wants to do - he would never admit that he was letting himself be led in any way). There's an almost amused noise (just a slight, small laugh) - and, because he thinks it will be funny, he pulls away just a little, just enough to bite - just hard enough to bother the average person. He wonders if Hisoka will respond to it. That's a reasonable reason to bite someone, right?
He pulls his head back fully, shifting his body to drape his arms over Hisoka's shoulders. ]
Next time [ what ] no lipstick. Your face is -- [ heh. ]
[ The little bit of hesitation in Rohan's actions is enough to whet his appetite. Should he blame it on the Cordis moon? Maybe. He certainly gets the feeling that devouring his dear, dear friend would be really enjoyable.
Yet it is the bite that fills him with a little rush of excitement. It's just a shame that it isn't enough to break the skin. Though, he isn't quite sure what would happen if he tasted blood. Mmm. It probably wouldn't be good.
He smiles at Rohan as the man gets more comfortable -- or seems to get more comfortable. The corners of his mouth curl more than should be possible, but it's only because of his enjoyment. Hmm? His chin lifts as Rohan starts his saying with "next time." But his smile fades in mild confusion before noticing that the other's lipstick is smudged.
Ah. ]
Hmmm? My face, huh? You marked me quite well. Should I do the same? [ He leans in before breathing in sharp. Actually... ] Hey, hey, Rohan-sensei. Shouldn't I keep listening to what you want? So, what is it that you'd like? [ His tongue slips out to slide along his own lips, feeling his hunger spike. ]
[ Rohan leans a little away from Hisoka, considering his question. He's not sure why, but he hadn't really expected to return to the game that had been mentioned earlier. If only because he had felt that Hisoka had been playing along with him to begin with. Rohan had easily caved to his Cordis impulses, but he wasn't upset about it. Would he think they were bad choices later? Probably not. He didn't make mistakes. Next time, though? Maybe he shouldn't have said that - even though he knew there would definitely be a next time.
He's never really considered that he'd like the look of marking someone like that. Easily washed away, but still there now. He considers that he'd perhaps like to leave something more lasting. And there that thought sits. He doesn't say it, not yet, at least. ]
What would I like? [ He breathes the words out and there's that ever present combination of annoyance and amusement that he has when he's around the other. He spends a few moments looking like he's considering it. ] I did like that.
[ Duh. ]
No, no. You were right. Mark me. [ Though -- ] I have a rule, though. You can't do it where others can see it. [ That's the rules. ] I don't even care if you use your teeth. [ Now that he's said it, he won't take it back, either. After all, he doesn't make mistakes. ]
[ Hisoka wants to make a joke like Rohan shows so much skin that anyone could see where he marks him. His shoulders tremble a little as he keeps his awful jabs to himself. After all, he hasn't seen the manga-ka look so cute. ]
Yes, yes.
[ His tone is still with a little lilt, and his tongue slips out to slide along his lips as he thinks of where to mark Rohan. Ah, isn't that romantic? Even as he tries to look thoughtful, his fox ears give him away with having them perk up in excitement and amusement. ]
Though, I wonder, have you let others mark you? [ The answer is probably "yes?" Hisoka smiles as he starts to take the other's shirt off. As soon as he sees skin, he thinks briefly how pretty it would look stained red. Ah, but it will be stained red soon, right? On the inside, his smile twists as he leans forward.
He opens his mouth to put little love-bites about where Rohan's heart would be. A place no one could see, huh? The magician thinks he's funny as he nips at him. ]
[ Rohan does show a lot of skin. But, Hisoka is listening to him, he notes. He shifts, moving his hands towards the bottom of his shirt in an attempt to assist, as he tugs it off and discards it. He's even being courteous enough to listen to Rohan's request to keep the marks hidden. Despite the nature of this place, and despite Cordis being quite persistent in it's attempt to shift his temperament, he wasn't much one to show off something like this.
He watches Hisoka consider him, and makes every attempt to not move and disrupt the others focus. His tail swishes just a little behind him at the question - and with little effort he says: ]
No.
[ He wishes he would have taken more consideration in his answer, but instead it just comes out sounding like rather blunt honesty. It's true, though. Rohan didn't usually even let people in his bubble very often. Certainly, not enough in his bubble for them to bite at his chest. Getting close to him used to be so hard earned. It gets easier and easier for him to let go of that the longer he's here. Especially with very specific people.
Among them happens to be Hisoka for reasons he's not able to decipher - but has opted to stop trying to. Rohan ops to just go with the fact that he enjoys the other's company. He's fun, and Rohan doesn't have to play gently with him. He likes not having to play gently from time to time. There's a pleased sigh that escapes when those small bites start being placed on his chest. He moves one hand up to Hisoka's hair, something he certainly hasn't done before. He's surprised, just a little, that he likes this - the teeth on his skin. ]
Lucky you, huh.
[ Hisoka should consider himself so lucky. ]
Or maybe lucky me? I haven't decided yet. I'm sure you often bite people. It wouldn't surprise me if you had. Are you being gentle with me?
[ He'd never consider the other a gentle person, not by any stretch of his own - very active - imagination. And maybe he's just trying to provoke the other a little bit, too. ]
[ 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 laughs a little before he heads to the couch. His head tilts as he gives Rohan a look that says he's thinking of just dropping him unceremoniously onto the furniture. The thought comes and goes and he decides that it's nicer to someone whose house he broke into to carefully set him down -- and then, take his on seat. ]
Let's see... to have someone always around to worry about you? Love? Those sort of things, I suppose.
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The only thing I care that people love is my art.
[ As it is, it's mostly true when he says it. Sure, he loves attention. Sure, he wants eyes on him. And sure, he doesn't mind having fans. But love in the way Hisoka means? It's not at the front of his mind.]
Did you have a goal when you came here or is this just for fun?
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[ Hisoka crosses his legs as he decides to ask these sort of questions. Because they're fun questions to ask. Because he doesn't want anyone to love every part of himself. The person that he is twisted and rotten and he loves that about himself. He's pleased with who he is and filled up with all of his selfish wants and needs. There isn't anyone that could fill him up anymore than those that he wants to kill for pleasure.
But! Rohan-sensei is different, isn't he? ]
I suppose my goal is to make sure that you're all right. Since I like you so much.
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I'm not interested in investing myself in another person like that.
[ While it's a straightforward denial of a desire to care for someone that deeply, it's not fully true. But, it's easier, he knows - to let Hisoka believe that. It makes him feel harder to get to. Rohan did lack a lot of connections, living a life fully committed to his art and curiosity. He's been asked if it was lonely. But... Rohan wasn't lonely.
He didn't feel that. And there were people he cared about enough that he didn't want to let others know. He stops moving, and turns to face the other. ]
Well, I've been better than usual, I guess. No strange things since the puppet incident. Your concern is sweet, Hisoka. [ Not really. ]
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[ Well, not like he did it to any great or real degree. But he had fun killing time in the City of Aiai. It was fun being loved by NPCS and finding out about who they were and carrying on with those storylines for fun. Some of them had interesting and surprising plots. Isn't that enough of a reason to invest in a person? Yes, that's about why he invests in anyone, because it'll kill his boredom for a little bit.
Because he cannot find one person that he can anger enough to want to kill him. Because he cannot find one person that will desire to kill him with everything that they have. It's a little frustrating. It feels a little like that Greed Island game. So, he considers all of these things just distractions until he can go back and kill Chrollo.
He watches Rohan move around and smiles fondly at him. This manga-ka is fun. He is funny. That's more than enough to see where his storyline goes in this world, before it eventually breaks. His lips curl a little more -- a little maliciousness slips into his grin. It lasts for a second and is gone. ]
Really? I'm relieved to know that you've been better than usual. Sometimes when I come to see you... you feel like you have a lot of weight on your shoulders. It makes you much stiffer and dull in color. [ He snickers. ] I like the Rohan-sensei that is colorful. That's the most fun for me to see.
[ Yes, what's interesting to Hisoka, what's fun for Hisoka, that's the only reason he involves himself. He wonders ... isn't Rohan-sensei kind of the same? Well, not to the degree that the magician is. Not as twisted as he is, but the two of them live in a selfish kind of way. And maybe, that's why he likes Rohan so much. A man that doesn't necessarily view things as good or evil, but what's interesting.
If his combat ability were a little higher ... ah... if it were just a little higher... how fun that would be. ]
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[ No. No it isn't fun. It's tiring and frustrating and sad when things don't go well or right. What if something happened to someone you've devoted yourself to? Rohan tends to get passionate about the things he likes. About learning, about art, and - well, he's not sure that he wouldn't end up just like that about someone he cared about. It just too much in his mind - too much work. Too much everything.
He raises a brow and shifts, moving right there to straddle Hisoka's lap, he leans into the
clownmagician. Relieved? Really.Rohan's doing his best with what he has, but he's felt much lighter the past couple of months. Like - it's almost easier to move forward. Rohan can safely say, though, that even with some of the conversations he would have rather not had - he feels better. ]
Again, your concern for my well-being is so very sweet. [ No. ] But I'm pretty hard to hurt and kill. You don't have to worry about me, though. Worry about finding yourself that one true love who will murder you or whatever.
[ Why. Rohan's playing a little. ]
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[ Like when he threw himself wholeheartedly into Aiai. It was fun to commit himself to the routes and relationships of those NPCs. He can see the appeal of it, and thinks that Rohan would enjoy it, too. There's fun in getting to know people -- and even more fun in getting to see what secrets they slowly show a person as they feel "close" to them. It's time-consuming, but what else is there to do?
He smiles up at the manga-ka when he straddles his lap. His smile is more like a smirk, though. ]
I'm very sweet. [ No. ] I'm always worried about that, Rohan-sensei. [ His hands rest lightly on the other's waist. ] But I can worry about you, too. It's called multi-tasking. [ Says the person that got so hyperfixated on hunting down a thirteen-year-old teleporter to kill that he lost more than two months of time. Who can multi-task? Probably not Hisoka when he gets really focused. ]
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[ He's teasing, just a little. It's easy, and it's not that he understands the desire to be that close to anyone. He normally doesn't even much like people in his bubble. Cordis is the time he makes exceptions, and sometimes only for the sake of his continued survival. And his ability to use Heaven's Door. So, he doesn't flinch or react to Hisoka's hands.
There's a small, insincere laugh. ]
Your concern is appreciated.
[ Not really. Not much. And if only because he knows the worry that Hisoka mentions is just words. Rohan doesn't actually need anyone to worry. His stand is fully capable of keeping people he cares about - including himself - safe. There's no gentleness in his next action. One hand shifts, his grip is firm on Hisoka's chin. He's keeping the man's attention on him and his head still as he leans in and presses his lips to the other's. ]
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His smile only falters a little when the manga-ka grabs his chin. It doesn't dip down into a frown but a somewhat more serious expression briefly crosses over Hisoka's face. He lifts his eyebrows a little when Rohan leans in. Cute.
He really can't help but start smiling again when he's kissed. Hisoka even opens his mouth so that they could deepen the kiss -- isn't he nice? His eyes turn into little half-moons filled with amusement, and he slides his hand up to properly cradle the back of Rohan's head. ]
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Still, it doesn't deter his enjoyment of it - the way that he analyzes every movement. His eyes fall shut, his grip loosens, and his hand falls. Well, now that he has Hisoka's attention, he doesn't need to demand it like that anymore. He moves it, placing it on Hisoka's neck, tugging himself in forward, deepening that kiss - though this isn't without the use of his nails, pressing there into Hisoka.
The Chroma doesn't hurt, either. He always needs so much more during Cordis, and this is so much more than what he typically allows that it's helping more than he anticipates. He hates that he's taking note to consider doing this more often. He shouldn't want this to happen again. He's almost annoyed at himself for having the thought, however brief.
It's almost as though it's instinct when his lips part. Easily following Hisoka's lead (Rohan Kishibe does what he wants to do - he would never admit that he was letting himself be led in any way). There's an almost amused noise (just a slight, small laugh) - and, because he thinks it will be funny, he pulls away just a little, just enough to bite - just hard enough to bother the average person. He wonders if Hisoka will respond to it. That's a reasonable reason to bite someone, right?
He pulls his head back fully, shifting his body to drape his arms over Hisoka's shoulders. ]
Next time [ what ] no lipstick. Your face is -- [ heh. ]
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Yet it is the bite that fills him with a little rush of excitement. It's just a shame that it isn't enough to break the skin. Though, he isn't quite sure what would happen if he tasted blood. Mmm. It probably wouldn't be good.
He smiles at Rohan as the man gets more comfortable -- or seems to get more comfortable. The corners of his mouth curl more than should be possible, but it's only because of his enjoyment. Hmm? His chin lifts as Rohan starts his saying with "next time." But his smile fades in mild confusion before noticing that the other's lipstick is smudged.
Ah. ]
Hmmm? My face, huh? You marked me quite well. Should I do the same? [ He leans in before breathing in sharp. Actually... ] Hey, hey, Rohan-sensei. Shouldn't I keep listening to what you want? So, what is it that you'd like? [ His tongue slips out to slide along his own lips, feeling his hunger spike. ]
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He's never really considered that he'd like the look of marking someone like that. Easily washed away, but still there now. He considers that he'd perhaps like to leave something more lasting. And there that thought sits. He doesn't say it, not yet, at least. ]
What would I like? [ He breathes the words out and there's that ever present combination of annoyance and amusement that he has when he's around the other. He spends a few moments looking like he's considering it. ] I did like that.
[ Duh. ]
No, no. You were right. Mark me. [ Though -- ] I have a rule, though. You can't do it where others can see it. [ That's the rules. ] I don't even care if you use your teeth. [ Now that he's said it, he won't take it back, either. After all, he doesn't make mistakes. ]
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Yes, yes.
[ His tone is still with a little lilt, and his tongue slips out to slide along his lips as he thinks of where to mark Rohan. Ah, isn't that romantic? Even as he tries to look thoughtful, his fox ears give him away with having them perk up in excitement and amusement. ]
Though, I wonder, have you let others mark you? [ The answer is probably "yes?" Hisoka smiles as he starts to take the other's shirt off. As soon as he sees skin, he thinks briefly how pretty it would look stained red. Ah, but it will be stained red soon, right? On the inside, his smile twists as he leans forward.
He opens his mouth to put little love-bites about where Rohan's heart would be. A place no one could see, huh? The magician thinks he's funny as he nips at him. ]
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Rohan does show a lot of skin.But, Hisoka is listening to him, he notes. He shifts, moving his hands towards the bottom of his shirt in an attempt to assist, as he tugs it off and discards it. He's even being courteous enough to listen to Rohan's request to keep the marks hidden. Despite the nature of this place, and despite Cordis being quite persistent in it's attempt to shift his temperament, he wasn't much one to show off something like this.He watches Hisoka consider him, and makes every attempt to not move and disrupt the others focus. His tail swishes just a little behind him at the question - and with little effort he says: ]
No.
[ He wishes he would have taken more consideration in his answer, but instead it just comes out sounding like rather blunt honesty. It's true, though. Rohan didn't usually even let people in his bubble very often. Certainly, not enough in his bubble for them to bite at his chest. Getting close to him used to be so hard earned. It gets easier and easier for him to let go of that the longer he's here. Especially with very specific people.
Among them happens to be Hisoka for reasons he's not able to decipher - but has opted to stop trying to. Rohan ops to just go with the fact that he enjoys the other's company. He's fun, and Rohan doesn't have to play gently with him. He likes not having to play gently from time to time. There's a pleased sigh that escapes when those small bites start being placed on his chest. He moves one hand up to Hisoka's hair, something he certainly hasn't done before. He's surprised, just a little, that he likes this - the teeth on his skin. ]
Lucky you, huh.
[ Hisoka should consider himself so lucky. ]
Or maybe lucky me? I haven't decided yet. I'm sure you often bite people. It wouldn't surprise me if you had. Are you being gentle with me?
[ He'd never consider the other a gentle person, not by any stretch of his own - very active - imagination. And maybe he's just trying to provoke the other a little bit, too. ]
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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. ]