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

'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.

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[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. )

[Red Wine shakes his head a little when his hair is set loose and sets it to tumbling over his shoulders in the moments before Steak's hands come to either side of his face. It feels different, he thinks. Enough that his expression flickers with brief uncertainty and his own hands come up to curl around Steak's wrists.

It had felt easier when he was completely overcome with the effects of kizuna magic in the springs. When his every thought had been bent towards his own pleasure. Now, his mind is still his own, and he's examining every movement that Steak makes as if he expects the next one to reveal all of this as a trick.

The tenderness with which he's held only makes him more unsure.

But he does not pull away or push Steak away from him. He wraps both of his arms around Steak's shoulders and leans in close to him, tilting his head to deepen the kiss and teasing his tongue gently against the other Food Soul's lips.]

( it'd be easier if this was some sort of prank, wouldn't it? they're used to doing that. but Steak talked himself into this position, and now he's having to figure out his way through it.

he's an idiot, really. and he wonders if this is probably stepping over some strange boundary they shouldn't be crossing, because this can't be blamed on Kizuna magic or weird drinks, or anything else Nippon usually does. this is just them. a cocktail of competition and curiosity, something dangerous and intoxicating all at once.

but Red Wine responds to him (Steak shouldn't be surprised after all it took to get here, but perhaps he is, just a little) and for the moment he'll follow the cues, part his lips for Red Wine and tip his head just that little bit while his fingers card through dark, loose hair. )

[He can't ignore the way that he tingles everywhere Steak touches him. Nor can he deny the irrefutable fact that when they are together like this it feels entirely as if they belong together. Like they were made to fit together and it had just taken them this long to realise it.

So he sighs into the next kiss and melts against him, deepening the kiss and humming softly into it. Whatever Steak actually had in mind for them right now has been at least temporarily forgotten in the wake of this welcome warmth.

For Red Wine at least, there's very little thought given to any crossed boundaries. As far as he's concerned said boundaries were well and truly obliterated when they slept together at the springs and this is only a natural progression of the developing relationship between them. It had been that or ignore it, and ignoring it felt impossible.]

( of course they belong together, as brothers-in-arms, fellow warriors on the battlefield. that fact has always been clear to Steak. it's been irrefutable as long as Steak has known Red Wine, even at their most confrontational. they've always belonged together.

as battle partners.

or so Steak has always claimed. always said that his worry about Red Wine in the Countess' manor was nothing but the concern any decent person would show for a close ally. always held that the irritation he feels towards Red Wine is because of Red Wine and his general personality, not because he sees Red Wine with others, charming and flirting with them, and feels any type of way about it. why should he care what, or who, Red Wine does when they're not battling together?

he doesn't. of course he doesn't. he doesn't feel a flutter of anything when Red Wine leans into him like that, gentle and delicate in ways Steak would never normally associate with the bastard. he doesn't entertain the idea of forgetting this stupid competition and just exploring more of these kisses for the rest of the night instead, of course he doesn't. he has something to prove here, and that's almost as important as the soft noise Red Wine makes against his mouth.

it takes more than a little while for Steak to convince himself to pull back from the door and actually continue what they came here to do. more than a little while to want to stop kissing Red Wine like this, with lots of gentle little pecks and teasing flicks of the tongue, hands smoothing up and down his lithe body, across his shoulders and over his arms, around to the small of his back.

but he does. )

Bed, now.

( but even the command comes softly. )

[It hasn't really come into Red Wine's mind to treat this like any of their other competitions. Naturally there would always be an element of rivalry to anything they did, but he is not about to start tallying up wins and losses when it comes to having sex. As far as he's concerned, if they both orgasm then they both win and the pleasure and enjoyment of it is really all he cares about.

Besides, he expects they would have different criteria for what counted as a 'win'.

And this is why he doesn't think too much about what he's doing when he ventures into those warm kisses without anything like a fight. He hasn't forgotten why Steak asked him here but what's the rush of it, really? They have time, and Red Wine has nowhere else to be.]

Hmmn. [He murmurs, and while he does acknowledge and obey the command he also snags Steak's hand on his way past, pulling him along as he goes.] Come on, then.

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i'm sorry about him

are u tho

...no

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