shikomizue: (pic#9306730)
all teeth, but not smiling ([personal profile] shikomizue) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-04-11 08:58 pm

. all you have's your axe to grind . closed

Who: Takasugi Shinsuke ([personal profile] shikomizue) & "Friends" | Closed
What: Catch All For April-May-June
When: Over April / May / June
Where: Mostly Wyver, some Thesa and Olympia
Warning(s): alcohol + graphic violence + bang + will edit as needed

[ closed starters in the comments ]
semblant: (pic#12120866)

remember when i said he'd take off takasugi's bandages

[personal profile] semblant 2018-08-14 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[No sooner than he'd parked his ass in the tub, Takasugi's all over him like a koala in a tree. For all of five seconds, he's happy to oblige; while it's completely weird and 500% suspicious, Takasugi's being affectionate? Cute? Maybe the tea put him in an extra good mood, maybe the sweets--

Ah.]


So, you haven't forgotten.

[He might have been lowkey hoping he found some motivation in the bubblebath to tend to his own back. Then again, he's yet to introduce Takasugi to the various sponges and backscrubs they have to offer. Something he should have done five minutes (give or take) ago.]

Were I to wash any part of you, I would start with your hair. Otherwise the grime from your hair would sully your back all over again.

[As if to enunciate this point, he does envelope Takasugi with both arms, traces the width of his shoulders once or twice only to slide along his down in tandem. He isn't one for practical jokes -- horseplay, but desperate times...

All of that said, he's gonna go ahead and move to sit up, knock him over -- CAREFULLY. For all of his violent whims, he'd like not to give Takasugi a concussion over a competition to see who's going to wash whos back. The motion's only meant to topple him onto his back, pin him in place...also without drowning him. Just enough to soak him entirely, hair included.

He's the hulk in a twink's body.]
semblant: (pic#12120868)

[personal profile] semblant 2018-08-14 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[An ariel view of this would have been much funnier -- he sort of has one, but the knees up thing is quite possibly the most important detail. There is something charming in seeing him entirely disheveled, something he'd be able to enjoy a bit more if he weren't in such close proximity, enough to invite immediate retribution.

It comes, and it isn't half as harsh as he'd been anticipating. A tub isn't exactly the best place for pool-style play, and some part of him is appreciative that Takasugi didn't opt to concuss him against the side of the tub.

Not that a concussion for him means much.....but it's the thought that counts.]


Oh, I already have.

[He's quickly moving to sit up at that, brush his eyes of suds and water, both equally feeling unpleasant. He'll turn his face into that wrist if it's lingering anywhere near his hair still, pressing a apologetic kiss to it (if not, he'll manually lift his hand to provide an opportunity for such a gross act).]

Your hair needed to be wet in order for me to begin.

[A paltry explanation for his OOC behavior. He'll move to collect that bandage next, gathering it between both hands and neatly winding it into itself between his palms. It's completely soaked, likely unusable in the future, but he'll act as though it can be salvaged until properly proven otherwise.

It finds an eventual place outside of the tub, ontop of the supa clean rug.]


Sit up and turn away from me.

[Said as he's probably trapping Takasugi's legs between himself and the tub...........]
semblant: (pic#12120871)

[personal profile] semblant 2018-08-15 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[That injury's something to regard, something to inquire about when it isn't blaring in his face. Upright, he's tempted to offer another kiss somewhere close to it, but the scene's cozy enough as is. Especially with that adamancy.]

You're being perverted.

[But he isn't met with aversion; maybe in appreciation of not having his hair yanked from his skull (etc) he'll go ahead and reach for the nearest shampoo bottle. Organic peppermint with tea tree oil. Rather than squeeze some into his palm, it's being directly applied to the top of his head like slime from Dragon Quest.

There's an excessive amount, obviously, and it doesn't hold form like that blue piece of shit. A hand shuffle his bangs out of the way, the side of it settling at his hairline like a visor to keep his eye (eyes?) from stinging all the more, should it bleed so far.]
semblant: (pic#12079241)

[personal profile] semblant 2018-08-21 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a sigh to mark the adjustment; connotative of you crazy kids rather than any impatience. His jaw will act as a blockade of sorts while he continues to manipulate his sudsing hair. Even after that breath -- especially because of that warmth, he's being diligent in covering every little fine piece of hair.]

They're not.

[For good measure, since he'd been asked. He'll rake his fingers down the back of his head with purpose, disengaging at the base of his skull to scoop up some bath water and use it to rinse him off. This is going to be a process, but he's committed to it....]

It's you.

[Belatedly, but only slightly. He'll shift his weight from side to side, loosely acknowledging something he'd been ignoring at his sides. It's a good thing he is wearing his undies, Takasugi being ballsy and all.....]

I won't have you spoil the bath. We've barely begun.

[Being horny = ruining the bath fyi. Nevermind that their entire rendezvous had a blatant double-meaning from the jump. Sometimes, given certain situations, it's far more interesting to withstand. Foreplay with Takasugi automatically has him settling in the role of Reluctant Twink Meets Rough n Tough Yakuza Guy And Pretends He's Not Hot For The First Six Minutes Of A Seven Minute Porno.]

It may be easier to wash the shampoo from your hair if you were to lean back.

[Do the rockaway...]
semblant: (pic#12120880)

[personal profile] semblant 2018-08-22 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
[He's met with some resistance here, only because a.) this is the polar opposite of what he'd asked, and second: it sure seems like Takasugi's going to knock him over which inspires natural defiance.

He is toppled, but not submerged. He'll prop himself onto an elbow, his other grips the base of his neck for leverage and scowl takes his features for only a moment because holy shit the faucet's running on hot and he can barely register how lewd Takasugi's being with his groin or how positively hilarious he looks with a head full of suds; like a dandelion...

All because he's being flecked with hot water as Takasugi rinses. Worse yet, some of the lather splattered onto his cheek and threatens to sting his eye.]


Shinsuke-!

[He's being dramatic, but holy shit things just got serious. He could, with little effort, kick Takasugi through the ceiling but the situation doesn't merit such histrionics. Plus, if he's going to wreck his bathroom he should have a better reason to do so.]
semblant: (pic#12003113)

SPLAT.

[personal profile] semblant 2018-08-24 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a second utterance of his name in the way of having a hand -- wet and unpleasant, directing his face out of the trajectory, supposedly. He doesn't wike it. Fortunately, the Chinese water torture comes to and end and Solomon's scrambling back up, flailing with enough accuracy to turn the hot water off.]

What-?!

[A demand-i-question; it's not like the question's incomprehensible or something they hadn't already gone over to some extent, he's just offened over the fact that Takasugi would be hung up on such a thing even now, after very nearly drowning him. He hasn't caught his breath from it.]

I won't. [Let him overreact for the next ten minutes, so he can feel bad and go back on his word.] You aren't an invalid, clearly.

[For someone who wants 2 die..................catch him dramatically leaning out of the tub to tab at his face with the nearest towel.]
semblant: (pic#12003113)

[personal profile] semblant 2018-08-30 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
Don't worry about that.

[With more bite then necessary, but he's cross, having been nearly drowned. He'll sit up as soon as he's able, regard him with dissipating anger...]

We'll leave once you've finished.

[Amends to a still-shitty response. He's testing his hair in the meantime, slightly (A LOT) bothered by the way it plasters to his head. Having it cling to his scalp in the shower is one thing...

Moreover: Takasugi's a bit like s giant dog in this case. Completely helpeless. He'd never harbored any faith in him washing himself, but it wouldn't have been so bad to be proven wrong. Once he's finished primping his hair to Wet n Wavy, he'll glare off to the side.]


I'll wash you if you sit properly.

[There it is, the concession we've all been waiting for.]
semblant: (pic#12120866)

[personal profile] semblant 2018-09-06 10:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Through all of his observing, Solomon's semi-unaware. He's just busy fixing himself, but to claim he wasn't mindful of that eye appreciating him -- the scene, would be a lie. He does wait to question it, and by the time his jaw slackens up to do so, Takasugi's speaking instead.

It's his turn to watch, admire. It's not even anything remarkable; Takasugi's being compliant in lieu of a new deal. It's still -- he's fascinating, charming with very little effort. It isn't often they spend time with one another in such a light -- existing without pretense. Mock dates that, like he adult version of how five year olds flirt. Though Takasugi very nearly drowned him three minutes ago and is fixed on treating him like a maidservant....

At least he's handsome. Must be all the grime that's washed off thus far.]


Ah. [There it is. A quick reminder of whom, exactly, he's dealing with. He needed that. He'd nearly become twitterpated there.] I can remove that muscle for you, if it's something you don't want anymore.

[He'll shift closer now, purposely press against him in reaching for the body wash. It does lie just behind Takasugi's form, but the entire process is willfully lewd.]
semblant: (pic#12079238)

[personal profile] semblant 2018-09-11 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
[The soap isn't smeared on a loofah, though plenty are hanging here and there. Assorted bath brushes lie out of reach -- maybe on purpose, most likely a coincidence. The body wash finds a palm and he's easing up, encouraging some weight against him as he smears some of that lather over his shoulders, down Takasugi's back. Prep Work. It comes ahead of a massage starting at his shoulders, kneading carefully, inching downward to work taught muscles between his thumbs in mostly circular motions. It's a pattern he won't stray far from, working the tissue with both hands right down to the waterline wherein he'll scoop some up, run it over his back and re-pave an upward path, rinsing as he goes. It's a willfully slow process -- ironic, considering how much he'd fought the concept.

A quick kiss finds the side of Takasugi's head, intentionally ruffling the spot with his nose. This is the part where he gets aroused for literally no reason. Bare minimum.]


How is it?

[Murmured, finally, while smoothing the spot between his shoulderblades. A second hand's fallen to a thigh -- outer, resting idle.]
semblant: (pic#12003113)

[personal profile] semblant 2018-09-17 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Focus dissipates; the goal was to clean him, but he falls into a rut of massaging him -- working his muscles with the butt of both palms, feeling out his scars like mini-maps. Like braille. He maintains an upright position, only slouching as Takasugi more...or less..inches his way out of that massage. Slips downward. He's frowning.]

Where are you going?

[A quiet demand -- questi-demand. Rhetorical, as he can't be going very far. His trajectory is pretty straight forward, at least.]

This isn't a pool, you know.

[Sick burn -- or whatever. He's about to shift his legs to accommodate whatever gymnastics he's trying to do, except...

Except that he's just being a shit disturber. There's a twitch, a bodily one in defiance of his intrusive fingers. His own are quick to grab at his wrists, try to peel him off. He'd slap those hands if the water wasn't acting as a buffer.]


Don't be vulgar.

[Even though he's the one sporting an erection, uh.]

It's a normal display, when were like this. Don't make it worse.

[(〃 ̄ω ̄〃ゞ]
semblant: (pic#12079239)

[personal profile] semblant 2018-10-02 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
You were dirty.

[A fast rebuttal, glare settling on some tiny print on the nearest shampoo bottle. Pointed defiance all around, though additional contact makes his thighs twitch reactively, something made all the more noticeable when the water's disturbed by it. As much as he'd like to wrap this up, he's somehow found himself yielding to that command; a fast excuse about Takasugi being a complaint enough bath partner. What's more obvious, is his inability to fight the man and his own desires regarding him at the same time.

So he leans back, automatically rendering himself more vulnerable -- offering. Even were he nude, a fight would be nonexistent. He's holding a breath through that exploration, teeth nearly giving chase as fingers retreat from his chin, but his head ultimately tilts back against tile. It's natural that something like this would happen, that he'd find himself fighting the confines of his undies. Maybe that's why he'd taken the extra step to cling to whatever decency available, but there aren't any preemptive measures to take when dealing with Takasugi.

A leg rises, the bottom of his foot bracing against the tub's edge.]


We should be rinsing off.

[Far from renouncing him, a hand moves to trace a shoulder, kneading over lean muscle in appreciation -- something likely meant to be a form of rejection. A push thawed into exploratory touch, retracing healed skin.]

We'll prune.

[His gripes are mellowing out, at least.]
semblant: (pic#12120867)

[personal profile] semblant 2018-11-05 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[While Solomon's resisted (or tried to) all things suggestive or otherwise explicit during their time in here, there's very little physical protest when Takasugi presses on; the bite to his thigh earns a twitch of disapproval -- surprise? A combination of both, though it's something he's earned for all those meals most probably. A grunt marks that exposure, feigned displeasure abundant.]

You're taking this too f--

[The combination of his mouth and the augmented sensation of a beejer with the bathwater special has him shutting up in a hurry -- audibly sucking in a breath and holding it, shifting his weight in place. An elbow has him braced against the side of the tub, his opposite hand finds a place atop Takasugi's head. The hair there's gripped, but there isn't a lot of weight to speak for. He's not trying to drown him, and Takasugi's doing a fine job of getting him riled up.]

Ha. [An audible release of breath. A leg shifts, hooking over his shoulder. Fingers rake down the back of his head, slicking his hair back and kneading the base of his skull.] You don't listen.

[While arching his back, trying to somehow offer more of himself in this awkward ass tub...]
semblant: (pic#12120871)

[personal profile] semblant 2018-12-10 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[It isn't even like Takasugi's doing too much, he doesn't need to do much in this particular circumstance and it feels like overkill; his leg ceaselessly twitches, slipping between his upper-back and nape with a similar unending chorus of those pathetic mewling sounds. More vocal than usual, though that doesn't say much on principle of him always sounding off when things are going well...

But he'll sometimes fight it. Pointlessly.

The bathroom's echoey and Solomon's caved quickly. His fingers twist at damp locks, weighing Takasugi down as if he's not doing a well enough job all on his own. Of course he is, of course Solomon's just a greedy piece of shit. Their eyes lock for all of a moment (or at least he thinks they do) and he'll draw his fuller lip into his mouth, muting himself as color spreads from cheek to cheek.

Not that any of that fake modest shit lasts. His head tilts back and he'll release that breath, his lip with a groan, hips twisting slightly to accommodate his tongue, adjusting to suit him...something like that.

T-11 seconds till he ejaculates without warning...10 9 8 7 6 5 4...]