[Solomon's doing what he can to keep his focus reigned in -- on Takasugi. Their accommodations may offer more than what meets the eye, but he isn't interested. Come what may, something like that. He doesn't even have to be inebriated to think so irresponsibly. At the end of the day, the attention proves worth it.
That's all it is, really.
The abuse isn't something he likes. It's happening, endurable, maybe slightly intriguing; it isn't everyday someone simply manhandles him (not to say their situation is a simple one) in even the barest of ways. He'll grunt initially, angle into the hand to reduce the strain -- it isn't the first time he's felt such a warmth, a threat so precarious, but he's entirely fine with it for the most part. Takasugi may not be a beast that thrives off another's blood, but that's only fact for him because he's a creature of Giorgio A. Tsoukalos' brain. He thrives on it in other ways, but something about the safety net of immortality prevents him from interfering.
On the other hand (literally) he'll encourage the edges of fabric from the samurai's shoulders -- a decidedly tender motion, something to contest his rampant, immediate needs.]
I wasn't aware of how starved you are.
[A jibe, while at the same time, a suspicious heat rises rigid between them, he doesn't mind it.]
no subject
That's all it is, really.
The abuse isn't something he likes. It's happening, endurable, maybe slightly intriguing; it isn't everyday someone simply manhandles him (not to say their situation is a simple one) in even the barest of ways. He'll grunt initially, angle into the hand to reduce the strain -- it isn't the first time he's felt such a warmth, a threat so precarious, but he's entirely fine with it for the most part. Takasugi may not be a beast that thrives off another's blood, but that's only fact for him because he's a creature of Giorgio A. Tsoukalos' brain. He thrives on it in other ways, but something about the safety net of immortality prevents him from interfering.
On the other hand (literally) he'll encourage the edges of fabric from the samurai's shoulders -- a decidedly tender motion, something to contest his rampant, immediate needs.]
I wasn't aware of how starved you are.
[A jibe, while at the same time, a suspicious heat rises rigid between them, he doesn't mind it.]
I won't hear your complaints afterwards.
[Even in his would-be stalling.]