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OPEN SEASON
@Fox
18 / male / ??? / 7 of Diamonds
Details
My Self-Summary
Artist by day, thief by night. You don't need specifics on these, they are not relevant if you are a respectable adult.
My Future Plans
To excel and paint the most beautiful painting in the world. Anything else is smaller details.
My Talents
Many but painting and finding beauty in things others perceive as ugly must be the most prominent ones.
Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food
I don't have time to detail all of this.
My Ideal Partner
Is no one's business. Why are these questions here?
Height
181 cm (5'11")
Body Type
Lean, thin
Smokes
No
Drinks
...No?
Drugs
Ridiculous
Sign
Aquarius
Education
Kosei High, Art division, third year
Occupation
Artist, Student
Income
...
Children
No
Pets
No :(
Hobbies
Painting, walking, people watching
01. WINE OR BEER
I see myself being wine type
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
Mimes
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Bath
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Samurai :|
.05 TITS OR ASS
No.
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
Coffee. Joker brews the best ones. Even when they have odd taste.
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Both. I cannot choose between these.
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Summer, I think. But winter is beautiful to paint.
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Depends on the model.
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
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sorry for the delay ;; life has been hard
Was all of this also an excuse to rile the kid up? Maybe a little bit. Not consciously, but nothing that he'd outright deny if confronted on it now. ]
Yes, Boss.
[ He doesn't hesitate to finally lave his tongue over the tip, cradle the glans before closing his lips around it. Then his fingers pull a little more, to expose enough inches for him to sink down over. The glide of his lips is slow and deliberate, not really trying to work him up too quickly, but mindful of the notion that he might not have to try all that hard either. He'll just enjoy it for what it is, then, be a bit greedier than one might expect him to be and just indulge his taste for a bit of playful hedonism for once. ]
it's totally fine <3
After he gets his wits about him, and somehow manages not to thrust his hips up at every little sensation Gladio's tongue makes him experience, his hand is back on the sketch. He's not sure if he wants to finish it quickly so he can bury his hands in Gladio's hair, or if he wants to see the image of Gladio between his legs materialized on paper.
His hips shift a little to let Gladio tug at his clothes to lower them, making a soft moan when the lips work down on him. After a brief debate of whether to stop him or not, his hand runs through Gladio's hair to get his attention, turning the sketch pad towards him,]
I might not want to leave this here...
[It is a sketch, yes, but it's an incredibly good one considering the "circumstances" he's drawing in. He'll leave the picture, of course, but that doesn't mean he's not allowed to tease back.]
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He removes his mouth with a soft sound, the seal of his lips breaking, to turn his gaze up towards the head of the bed. Then it's his turn to blush at the sight of himself, a cloud of crosshatches and uneven lines, but most definitely him, poised between legs set akimbo. He offers a demure smile and a small laugh at the teasing. ]
If you wanna keep one, I won't stop you. I did only ask for one drawing.
[ He shifts to sit up again, though it's only to unceremoniously begin removing Yusuke's pants in earnest, and his underwear as well. ]
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Right now, anything he says is a mere suggestion or something he notices; he was close a few times to tossing the idea out, Gladio's not wrong. However, he's also that stubborn when it comes to things he starts, especially related to art.
His breath catches in his throat, and the lewd sound Gladio makes sends a shock down his back and thank everything when the man finally decides to get rid of the pants and underwear. He happily helps out with it, lifting his hips so that clothes can be tugged down and tossed away.]
I can... make a copy. Later...
[Later when he's not staring at Gladio so hungrily. His sketchbook is resting on the bed now, with the page flipped and his hand making a very rough sketch of Gladio undressing him, moving, defining every muscle and movement. But as soon as Gladio's done removing clothes, he sits up and pulls him down to him, feeling less shy than before and wanting a kiss that desperately.]
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Another time, when the tables and his position aren't flipping so suddenly, slim fingers dragging broad shoulders down to the bed properly. He catches himself on wide palms, walks them the rest of the way up until he's crouched on all fours there above Yusuke. A laugh still sits in his throat but he holds it back, conscious of the delicate ego of anyone in this position, let alone a shy teenager. Well, maybe not as shy as he used to be, with the way his mouth finds Gladio's of his own accord. ]
Later.
[ Murmured agreement, not really with Yusuke's promise to himself, but with the silent suggestion his movements made. He doesn't break the kiss, instead leaning into it, eyes closed and lips soft. The grind of hips, however, is far less so, and the way he drags his own arousal, still guarded by his cut-off joggers, is as deliberate as it is eager. ]
sorry for the wait
He drops sketching and drawing altogether when Gladio complies to be pulled in for a kiss- it will probably need more practice to have him multitask during this. Now his fingers find purchase in Gladio's hair and his legs shift, knees pressing firmly against Gladio's sides as he grinds down down against him. The groan is only slightly muffled because they are engaged in a kiss. He wants to shove Gladio's underwear out of the way, but he's also enjoying the friction it creates.
His long fingers finally left Gladio's hair to explore the broad shoulders and back the way he wanted to, entertaining the thought that crossed his mind many times before. There is something intoxicating about being locked down against the mattress like this that is making a shiver run down his back and his fingers dig lightly into the back of Gladio's shoulders, wanting greedily more.]
no sweat at all!
He does pause though, both in his grinding and in kissing, tongue trailing away a little slower than his lips as he pulls their mouths apart. ]
Gimme your hand.
[ Commanded, but gently, and he reaches up to pull one of Yusuke's hands down without bothering to wait for compliance. It's not that he doesn't want to take things slowly, or at least at a pace that's comfortable and without pressure. But he also wants to keep guiding them forward instead of stagnating, with all the eagerness he can feel in those fingers. So he brings their hands down between them, leaves Yusuke's to his lower belly just long enough that he can tug at the elastic of his shorts, pull them low enough to expose himself and let his cock drop, unhindered, alongside Yusuke's. Then his hips start a careful, steady glide again, while he dips his head to press their foreheads together.
And steal a curious look for himself, at the pair of them together, teeth sinking into his lip. ]
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There is a soft groan of disapproval when Gladio breaks off the kiss, but he still does as he's asked, feeling heat rush to his cheeks in another wave (even if it's pointless since his face has been flushed for a while now). His eyes that were locked on Gladio's face, glance down, and he doesn't hesitate to lend a hand in pulling what is left of Gladio's underwear off.
His hand rests on the hip for a moment, then moves to press flat against other's stomach, going slowly lower, his eyes flicking up when he feels Gladio's forehead pressed against his own. It is probably a crazy thought that he could get used to this, to having Gladio pressed against him in this way more often than he anticipated.
The slow grind and Gladio's eyes flicking to watch the movement makes Yusuke's breath catch, for a moment, before his fingers wrap around both of them with no hesitation. If Gladio was watching, he might as well give him something to watch; Yusuke's eyes, however, were locked in on Gladio's face to catch all expressions he could. The movement of his hand is deliberately slow, matching the pace of Gladio's movement.]
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A little laugh, breathless and surprised, seeps between his teeth. He hadn't expected the forwardness, but he's pleasantly surprised—emotionally and physically. There's little shame in the way he guides his hips into that hand, friction on friction, not for any reason other than his own eagerness for more himself. The ball is rolling; he's hardly about to stop it now. And after that laugh come more soft sounds, airy grunts and soft, short things just bordering on moans. It should come as no real surprise that he's vocal in bed, with all the chatting he does. ]
Tighter.
[ It's not a request, but insistence, in a voice thick with arousal. Or it might be something like foreshadowing about where he'll take this, if invited. If Yusuke's not too put off by his size to want it. A handjob is satisfying, especially from slim, soft hands so different from his own, but there's a certain sense of coercion in the way he drops his head again, this time to a pale, delicate neck. His stubble rasps across the skin, but his mouth is soft and wet, plying the artist with kisses, encouraging, teasing. ]
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Yusuke would be very disgruntled if anything were to interrupt them right now. He's too lost in the feeling of Gladio being pressed up against him, the movement of his hips raising the friction, and heat in Yusuke's cheeks. Yusuke is trying not to let out a lot of embarrassing noises, but it's almost comically futile when lips return to his sensitive neck making his body arch into it as if begging to be touched.
And he complies without an ounce of hesitation. The feeling is almost overwhelming, and his fingers dig into Gladio's back, leaving red, crescent marks.]
More-- [- escapes him unexpectedly, through a gasp when Gladio's mouth finds a point between his neck and shoulder; Gladio doesn't need to coerce him into anything, because he wants it too. He never thought that he would, especially in this place that forced them into it, but with Gladio, right now, it's the rare instance of him truly wanting a person.
He turns his head to speak right against Gladio's ear, whose head is still against his neck,] I want more than this... [in case Gladio has any doubts about it. A cheeky demand, despite the fact that Gladio can do to him whatever he wants (and will be thanked for it).]