[ He leans, letting Sholmes do as he pleases there while his hand slides down Sholmes' side and slides down past the towel. His fingers drag along his thigh and slips under the fabric. ]
me looking tiredly in the camera its getting nsfw. probably. likely. maybe. i hate horny old men
[He's keeping his left wrist on the other's shoulder as to not touch the man's skin with his metal hand. He feels like he's sweating buckets.]
[Sholmes swallows at the touch, like gulping in air.]
Mm. [He bites on the other's next, not deep enough to leave a mark, but its certainly a bite. He enjoys the shift of the muscle, thumb rubbing over it in circles.]
unfortunately no one loves us enough to release us from this mortal coil
[ He shifts his hand to wrap his fingers around Sholmes, stroking him lazily. He, too, can feel the heat, body glistening with sweat. It feels amazing, though. Maybe it's the heat, but he feels a bit more intoxicated by the feeling.
He lets out a pleased sigh as he wraps his good leg around Sholmes to pull him closer. ]
[ With Sholmes closer now, he slides his hand to tug both of their towels loose so that he can pull him close enough to rub against him. His hand slips to wrap around both of them now. Nice and slow strokes for the moment. ]
[Its hard to breath because of the heat, but the touch below makes him swallow down air again, face flushed.]
[He shudders, letting out a low pleased noise, fingers of his hand dragging up the other's back as he takes the earlobe between his teeth to suck down on it.]
[ In general, that is. But as Sholmes has mentioned, just like magnets, drawn together. He groans a bit from the feeling of Sholmes on his ear and also pressing against him.
He starts to pick to the pace of his strokes, hips rocking a little to grind against him. ]
[me crying imagining someone walking into this, ITS TECHNICALLY. A PUBLIC USE AREA. PLEASE]
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Hah... [The friction makes him gasp, his own hips jutting into that grip. His head drops to rest against the other's shoulder for a moment, hand clutching his back with a tighter grip.] Then...show it to me, would you? How badly...you want me.
[ He groans at that response. He nuzzles at the side of Sholmes' head while continuing to stroke them both. His other hand moves to squeeze Sholmes' ass. ]
Kind of what I'm trying to do.
[ There's almost a growl in the huskiness of his voice. And then he nudges the side of Sholmes' head a bit. ]
Have something in my vest. If you want more...
[ Yeah. He's probably gotten in the habit of carrying something on his person outside of trial days. ]
[He startles at the squeeze, drawing back with a little pout. It's hard to tell he's blushing with how hot he feels overall, his skin slick with sweat. A pause, before he does a little bite to the other's jawline.]
You'd have to get more towels if you'd...want to lay down. [He swallows, chest heaving a bit.] Or if not...
[Because they only have so much time. Because the fear of death holds, ever-present, above their heads. He wants to solve everything, figure everything out, but also...have and hold Kotetsu for as long as he can. How selfish of him.]
[A kiss, and he's pulling away just to do that. He'll get an extra towel for his hand, too, which is definitely hot to the touch. A stark difference from what he finds in the other's vest.]
-It's cold! [He says, coming back, handing the man some towels.] Put those behind you. But...it really is cold!
[ There is such fondness in his voice as he spreads the towels out and leans back. One hand extends out toward him, looking completely welcoming to him. ]
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[ He shifts his hand so that he can lightly brush over Sholems' lips. ]
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[Well, two can play at that game. Kotetsu brushes over his his lips and he just bites down lightly on that thumb, grinning.]
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Hmmm... I wonder what that could mean. After all, I'm no great detective like someone.
[ But he does reach out his other hand to slide along Sholmes' side. ]
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[It's so, so hot in here. His cheeks are flushed, and he shifts forward to press a deep kiss against the other's neck.]
Do use it.
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[ He leans, letting Sholmes do as he pleases there while his hand slides down Sholmes' side and slides down past the towel. His fingers drag along his thigh and slips under the fabric. ]
me looking tiredly in the camera its getting nsfw. probably. likely. maybe. i hate horny old men
[He opens his mouth to drag his teeth over the neck, his right hand sliding up the other's chest.]
when will someone walk in on them
Is that a protest?
WHEN WILL SOMEONE STOP THEIR CRIMES
[He's murmuring the words into the other's skin, grinning. His hand cups a pec, giving it a little squeeze.]
Never.
murder proposal: dying for their horny crimes
Well, good. I'd be sad otherwise.
[ He lets his hand trail up further, turning his it over and gently palming him. ]
god PLEASE
[Sholmes swallows at the touch, like gulping in air.]
Mm. [He bites on the other's next, not deep enough to leave a mark, but its certainly a bite. He enjoys the shift of the muscle, thumb rubbing over it in circles.]
unfortunately no one loves us enough to release us from this mortal coil
He lets out a pleased sigh as he wraps his good leg around Sholmes to pull him closer. ]
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[He's not going to move away - with the movement of the leg, he shifts his own body forward, murmuring, as he leans against the other man.]
[He turns his head to take the other's earlobe between his teeth, nibbling.]
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You feel so good, Sholmes...
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[Its hard to breath because of the heat, but the touch below makes him swallow down air again, face flushed.]
[He shudders, letting out a low pleased noise, fingers of his hand dragging up the other's back as he takes the earlobe between his teeth to suck down on it.]
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I can't believe how bad I want you.
[ In general, that is.
But as Sholmes has mentioned, just like magnets, drawn together. He groans a bit from the feeling of Sholmes on his ear and also pressing against him.
He starts to pick to the pace of his strokes, hips rocking a little to grind against him. ]
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[also (naruto voice) believe it]
Hah... [The friction makes him gasp, his own hips jutting into that grip. His head drops to rest against the other's shoulder for a moment, hand clutching his back with a tighter grip.] Then...show it to me, would you? How badly...you want me.
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Kind of what I'm trying to do.
[ There's almost a growl in the huskiness of his voice. And then he nudges the side of Sholmes' head a bit. ]
Have something in my vest. If you want more...
[ Yeah. He's probably gotten in the habit of carrying something on his person outside of trial days. ]
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[He startles at the squeeze, drawing back with a little pout. It's hard to tell he's blushing with how hot he feels overall, his skin slick with sweat. A pause, before he does a little bite to the other's jawline.]
You'd have to get more towels if you'd...want to lay down. [He swallows, chest heaving a bit.] Or if not...
[But he's definitely not saying no to anything.]
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[ Stumpy here, thanks. But he catches Sholmes in a kiss, biting his lower lip. ]
I want to be with you. Completely.
[ So the choice is on Sholmes, how he wants to do this. But either way, he wants him bad. His fingers now trace lazily along his sweaty body. ]
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[Because they only have so much time. Because the fear of death holds, ever-present, above their heads. He wants to solve everything, figure everything out, but also...have and hold Kotetsu for as long as he can. How selfish of him.]
[But Kotetsu has allowed him to be selfish.]
Shall I go get your vest?
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[ He's fine laying on the wood. It just depends on which way Sholmes wants to do this and what he'd be comfortable with. ]
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[A kiss, and he's pulling away just to do that. He'll get an extra towel for his hand, too, which is definitely hot to the touch. A stark difference from what he finds in the other's vest.]
-It's cold! [He says, coming back, handing the man some towels.] Put those behind you. But...it really is cold!
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You are, in fact, adorable.
[ There is such fondness in his voice as he spreads the towels out and leans back. One hand extends out toward him, looking completely welcoming to him. ]
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[He's huffing as he moves to wrap his metal hand with the towel, before moving to shift himself over the man.]
Mm. Feel how cold it is.
[And he's just lifting the little packet to place against his cheek. FEEL IT.]
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I believed you!
[ He hooks his arm around Sholmes' neck to pull him in close and give him a sharp nip on the lip. ]
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