Stop talking. [He could do to be a little nicer, but this isn't about him being lonely though at times that almost seems to be a little constant undercurrent if he was honest with himself. His words are spoken hot against the skin of Kuya's neck, at least what's left exposed by his usual choice of outfit. Teeth graze at that same spot after, no permission asked for. He knows he has it, or Kuya would have already put distance between the two of them.
Quincy had relinquished his hold on Kuya just enough to make the little twist he'd done easier, but he settles his hands back around his waist shortly after, hands sliding back to squeeze the swell of his ass, pulling Kuya to grind their hips together. Maybe it's a little desperate, just a little, a halo of urgency coiled behind the horizon. It's telling considering Topper isn't even here, likely safely deposited back at Quincy's own apartment before he came here to paw at Kuya like he's got an open invitation.]
( ah, the snapback means yes. and, perhaps, it's just that it's also a constant undercurrent with kuya, though he'd rather die than ever admit to something like that. quincy would likely fess up to it before kuya ever considered doing such a stupid thing. he can't, and won't, ever admit how being near quincy settles something deep within the cockles of his heart. with how things are, and have been, that he can count on the steadiness of this stupid oaf... well, let's just say he's pleased to have the constant that is quincy.
a small noise rolls in the back of his throat as he grinds himself against that hard, sturdy body. both of his hands shift just so, a small flare of essence curls around quincy's neck as kuya's nails grow longer. his fingers dip beneath the collar of quincy's shirt and his nails drag over his skin. not too hard to leave a lasting mark — for now, at least — but enough to leave a little sting. his other hand slips down, tracing the collar around to his throat and down his chest. gaze upturning to look through his lashes, he grins slightly. )
[Quincy grimaces the moment those nails drag along his skin, half expecting the sharpness of them to dig in at the last minute. It wouldn't have been unwelcome if they did, already fully aware of what he's getting himself into even before he let himself into Kuya's current home.]
Why can't you do anything I ask you to do? [He uses the strength he's so accustomed to having to lift Kuya up, hefting him into his arms as he strides to the counter in the kitchen, the nearest hard surface he can get to. Anything there is pushed out of the way before he settles Kuya there, slotting himself between kuya's legs. He leans in then, catching Kuya's lips in a kiss that's hard, tongue swiping over his lips without a moment's wait. His hands shift to grope up Kuya's thighs, hands busying themself shortly after to not-so-gently unwrap kuya from the kimono tied around his waist.
He just wants to get his hands on him. The urge is insatiable, even as he presses in close, One hand holding Kuya's thigh to pull him in, the other finally, FINALLY slipping beneath whatever kuya is wearing as under clothes to grip his hand around his dick, his touch hot and heavy, almost pawing.]
( a devious little smile slices across kuya's lips at the question, though there is just the slightly of pinches to the corner when things are swiped off the counter. someone's going to clean that up later and it isn't going to be him. yet, at the same time, it makes something thrilling boil the blood pumping through his veins. his own essence is electric, crackling in the air as if it was an extension of his magic as quincy just does as he likes.
it may or may not be any sort of surprise that kuya has, exactly, nothing on beneath it so once the kimono fabric is brushed out of the way, quincy has him in hand. a low noise rolls in the back of his throat &mash; borderline feral but excited. his legs wrap around quincy keeping him held close as his hands pull up the back of his shirt to get it off. he breaks the kiss once it's bunched up around the back of quincy's neck, his teeth dragging over quincy's bottom lip, his fangs purposely catching on the soft, supple flesh. )
Touching me isn't going to be enough for you, is it?
( a question, sure, but they both know it's a statement. )
[ Quincy pulls back from the kiss at the same time as Kuya, his sharp canines leaving a bloody cut on Quincy's bottom lip as he shifts to duck his head out of the shirt Kuya seems so keen on getting off of him. His tongue darts out to swipe blood off of where it's starting to bead up on his lip, his expression exhausted but sharp, keenly focused on Kuya despite the irritation straining every line in his face. ]
No. But it's a start. Are you rushing me? [ He can't ignore the electricity that's practically sparking off of Kuya as he leans in to latch his lips onto somewhere on his neck, teeth biting none too gently into pale skin. Quincy's own essence rolls around them like a heavy cloud, dark and thick and threatening to engulf the both of them.
A roll of his wrist drags his calloused hand over Kuya, once then twice, a steady rhythm set for only a moment before he has to stop in order to facilitate the shedding of his shirt. He's on him again almost as quickly as he was gone, his mouth sucking a bruise on Kuya's neck as he gives up and works to loose the kimono off completely.
It's spared from being ripped or torn by the last few shreds of Quincy's control. He's at least aware enough that ruining Kuya's clothes would be one of his worse ideas regardless of the heat and desire engulfing the rest of his senses. ]
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Quincy had relinquished his hold on Kuya just enough to make the little twist he'd done easier, but he settles his hands back around his waist shortly after, hands sliding back to squeeze the swell of his ass, pulling Kuya to grind their hips together. Maybe it's a little desperate, just a little, a halo of urgency coiled behind the horizon. It's telling considering Topper isn't even here, likely safely deposited back at Quincy's own apartment before he came here to paw at Kuya like he's got an open invitation.]
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a small noise rolls in the back of his throat as he grinds himself against that hard, sturdy body. both of his hands shift just so, a small flare of essence curls around quincy's neck as kuya's nails grow longer. his fingers dip beneath the collar of quincy's shirt and his nails drag over his skin. not too hard to leave a lasting mark — for now, at least — but enough to leave a little sting. his other hand slips down, tracing the collar around to his throat and down his chest. gaze upturning to look through his lashes, he grins slightly. )
Why don't you make me, then, old friend?
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Why can't you do anything I ask you to do? [He uses the strength he's so accustomed to having to lift Kuya up, hefting him into his arms as he strides to the counter in the kitchen, the nearest hard surface he can get to. Anything there is pushed out of the way before he settles Kuya there, slotting himself between kuya's legs. He leans in then, catching Kuya's lips in a kiss that's hard, tongue swiping over his lips without a moment's wait. His hands shift to grope up Kuya's thighs, hands busying themself shortly after to not-so-gently unwrap kuya from the kimono tied around his waist.
He just wants to get his hands on him. The urge is insatiable, even as he presses in close, One hand holding Kuya's thigh to pull him in, the other finally, FINALLY slipping beneath whatever kuya is wearing as under clothes to grip his hand around his dick, his touch hot and heavy, almost pawing.]
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it may or may not be any sort of surprise that kuya has, exactly, nothing on beneath it so once the kimono fabric is brushed out of the way, quincy has him in hand. a low noise rolls in the back of his throat &mash; borderline feral but excited. his legs wrap around quincy keeping him held close as his hands pull up the back of his shirt to get it off. he breaks the kiss once it's bunched up around the back of quincy's neck, his teeth dragging over quincy's bottom lip, his fangs purposely catching on the soft, supple flesh. )
Touching me isn't going to be enough for you, is it?
( a question, sure, but they both know it's a statement. )
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No. But it's a start. Are you rushing me? [ He can't ignore the electricity that's practically sparking off of Kuya as he leans in to latch his lips onto somewhere on his neck, teeth biting none too gently into pale skin. Quincy's own essence rolls around them like a heavy cloud, dark and thick and threatening to engulf the both of them.
A roll of his wrist drags his calloused hand over Kuya, once then twice, a steady rhythm set for only a moment before he has to stop in order to facilitate the shedding of his shirt. He's on him again almost as quickly as he was gone, his mouth sucking a bruise on Kuya's neck as he gives up and works to loose the kimono off completely.
It's spared from being ripped or torn by the last few shreds of Quincy's control. He's at least aware enough that ruining Kuya's clothes would be one of his worse ideas regardless of the heat and desire engulfing the rest of his senses. ]