judgementor | [Jikan IC Inbox][un: redwine]

( ... huh???

wait. what? )

What's that supposed to mean?!

I thought for a moment you might have actually had an exciting idea.

( ...............

Steak.exe has stopped responding. give him a minute to reboot. )

If you wanted to do it, why didn't you just say so?

So it is something that you want to do, then?

Well, yes.
It sounds interesting.

'Interesting'?

What a clinical way to put it.

What would you call it, then?!

Exciting.

( well, okay. he can't deny that. the fanfic certainly painted a picture there, otherwise he would never have asked. )

And what else?

Why don't you try it and find out?

You're going to have to come home for that.

( actually, Steak, first you should probably get some restraints. )

Is that an order?

It is.

( as the leader of the Knights of the Holy Sword, it's his right. )

Fine, then.

( it is about the second he sends that last text that Steak realises he really will be tying Red Wine up with whatever clothes are passable, that he'll be tying Red Wine up.

and he decides to do the only sensible thing any person would in this scenario: run out to the nearest sex shop to buy proper restraints.

so, when Red Wine is getting back, he'll probably run into Steak, doing the same thing plus one non-descript bag. )

[He takes his time getting back, though it's difficult to do so. Can't be seen to be too eager about this, of course.

When he gets back to their place of residence, he takes a steadying breath outside the door before calmly pushing it open and strolling in as if the conversation between them had never occurred at all.

Really, he just wants to see what Steak will do.]

( he's actually grateful for Red Wine's dilly-dallying for once. it means he has time not only to get back, but to actually read up on what he'll be doing. thank goodness these things came with safety instructions.

it's when Steak hears the door crack open that he hurries to toss said instruction leaflet in his bedside table, tugging nervously at his hair and exhaling.

this is fine. he's perfectly capable of such things and he can prove that to Red Wine. and so, when the door creaks shut, Steak steps out of his bedroom, dressed in his usual armour, sans coat, and clears his throat. )

Took you long enough.

( how exactly, do greetings work in these kind of happenings? )

I didn't realise I had a deadline to meet. [Red Wine replies airily, almost dismissive in his tone. It's entirely meant to rile Steak up, of course. He's always the most fun to mess around with when he's flustered.

He lets his coat slide from his shoulders and down his arms, catching it deftly with one hand and hanging it over the back of the nearest chair.]

Have you been waiting for me all this time?

Of course!

( that's a lie and Steak has never been a good liar. Red Wine would be able to pick it out from a mile away, but nevertheless... well. no one ever accused Steak of being intelligent when Red Wine gets in the picture. pride, such a foolish thing. )

Come here. ( but he can salvage this through seeming like he's in charge and commanding, right? he gestures for Red Wine to step closer, curling his fingers and squaring his shoulders out in a way that is supposed to look like he knows what he's doing here. )

[It looks, just for a moment, like Red Wine is going to refuse the command. But, though he never quite loses the edge of defiance in his expression, he does move across to where Steak is standing. He steps to within distance of him, to where Steak can easily reach out and take hold of his clothes, or whatever he wants to take hold of.

Then he tips his head slightly, one eyebrow arching in question.]

Now what.

[Steak knows what he's doing here, right?]

( ah... so that worked, huh? Steak is kind of — okay, entirely — winging it here, doing what he assumes people do in situations like this. and doing what he assumes will make him look like himself, strong and proud and capable.

which is precisely why he squares his shoulders as he sucks in a breath, a hand reaching up to wrap lightly around the back of Red Wine's neck. )

Shut up. ( kiss him instead, a brush of lips and tongue which is gentle. controlled. far more confident than Steak himself seems. ) And come to bed with me.

Edited 2022-03-12 20:29 (UTC)

[It's easy enough to fall into this role. Easy, too, when he can see how unbalanced Steak is by his compliance. The hair on the back of his neck rises at the hand placed there, his body instinctively bracing for an attack that he knows isn't going to come.

A kiss, instead. One that speaks volumes of the fact that Steak has been practicing, and Red Wine ignores the soft pang of jealousy that comes with knowing that. He kisses back, warm and responsive, and there is the faintest rosy flush around the tips of his ears when they part again.]

Lead the way.

[If he's so intent on being in charge... then in charge he will be.]

( let's just say he was using his own hand to practice. 😇 regardless, this is something for them, Steak's eyes focused, intent, on Red Wine as the kiss breaks, looking at him perhaps a moment too long.

... it's fine. it's just the strangeness of the situation, nothing else. even after their tryst at the hotel, he wouldn't have imagined winding up in this position with Red Wine. would never have imagined Red Wine agreeing to allowing it, certainly not from Steak.

others here? perhaps. but that thought is quickly banished, for it's irrelevant to the situation at hand, and because there's a strange burning in his stomach, a twisting inside him, as he considers it.

his hand drops down and finds Red Wine's, fingers threading between his, squeezing in a brief, thoughtless gesture as Steak pulls him towards his bedroom, letting the door swing closed behind them before pressing Red Wine into it, seeking out another kiss. )

[What had happened at the hotel had been a heated, desperate thing and Red Wine had difficulty remembering all of it with the state he had been in. All he had wanted was to be fucked and Steak had performed the task admirably, but right now he is fully aware of what they are both doing and it's a different kind of excitement.

Whatever Steak has planned here, Red Wine is curious to know what he intends and if he's going to see it through.

He isn't disappointed when he's pressed up against the bedroom door and kissed like that, and Steak might notice the way that he immediately melts into every point of contact. His hands come up to Steak's chest but he doesn't push him away, only letting them rest there as he returns the kiss with eager enthusiasm.]

( well, Steak thinks he knows what he's doing here. of course, the gulf between what Steak thinks he knows and what he actually knows is... well. Red Wine knows.

which is why starting like this helps. he is, at least, getting familiar with kisses and knows the signs that Red Wine isn't completely against this idea. he knows Red Wine well enough, if nothing else, to know that he'd be staring down the business end of his sabre if Red Wine had any objections to the way Steak is operating right now.

so, emboldened by that, he reaches up, finds Red Wine's ponytail and tugs the ribbon loose, tossing it to the floor as his teeth nip at his lower lip. hands come to either side of Red Wine's face, cupping it in a way that he'll say is to hold the bastard in place but feels different.

more tender, perhaps? but maybe that's just nerves. who knows. )

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i'm sorry about him

are u tho

...no

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