[ Cute, really. Kojiro doesn't believe a damn word of it. But cute. Almost like JOE's "fans" have ever been anything but a thorn in Kaoru's side, even with the knowledge that he had Kojiro so completely and firmly under his thumb.
Completely. Case in point, Kojiro is not letting Kaoru work through those ties alone. It feels like he's waited a slow-burning eternity to strip Kaoru out of this nonsense, and despite that, he's too eager to see the deed done. Barring-- certain logistical complications. He's following Kaoru's lead well enough, but this clothing is complicated! Why is it so complicated!
There's a notion to rip it. Immediately followed by the notion that Kaoru would rip his face. Kojiro will take certain calculated (stupid) risks with Kaoru, but not when motorcycle sex is in his immediate future, thanks. ]
Kaoru, what the fuck with this? How?
[ Hopefully Kaoru can interpret that as the very polite Please assist me with removing this clothing from your person post-haste that it's clearly meant to be, because Kojiro's distracted again a moment later. It finally registers that Kaoru's pulled his mask down, and that's bare skin begging to be kissed. The hand toying at his nipple drifts up instead, gently cradling Kaoru's jaw even as Kojiro firmly guides his head to one side; to expose the stately column of Kaoru's throat, to drag faint welts down the side with his teeth, all on the edge of a quiet growl. ]
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[ Cute, really. Kojiro doesn't believe a damn word of it. But cute. Almost like JOE's "fans" have ever been anything but a thorn in Kaoru's side, even with the knowledge that he had Kojiro so completely and firmly under his thumb.
Completely. Case in point, Kojiro is not letting Kaoru work through those ties alone. It feels like he's waited a slow-burning eternity to strip Kaoru out of this nonsense, and despite that, he's too eager to see the deed done. Barring-- certain logistical complications. He's following Kaoru's lead well enough, but this clothing is complicated! Why is it so complicated!
There's a notion to rip it. Immediately followed by the notion that Kaoru would rip his face. Kojiro will take certain calculated (stupid) risks with Kaoru, but not when motorcycle sex is in his immediate future, thanks. ]
Kaoru, what the fuck with this? How?
[ Hopefully Kaoru can interpret that as the very polite Please assist me with removing this clothing from your person post-haste that it's clearly meant to be, because Kojiro's distracted again a moment later. It finally registers that Kaoru's pulled his mask down, and that's bare skin begging to be kissed. The hand toying at his nipple drifts up instead, gently cradling Kaoru's jaw even as Kojiro firmly guides his head to one side; to expose the stately column of Kaoru's throat, to drag faint welts down the side with his teeth, all on the edge of a quiet growl. ]