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

( He can absolutely handle this! ... Probably. Well, at the very least, Steak will stubbornly attempt to avoid seeking Red Wine's help for this. How hard can it be? He's tied people up before, just in non-sexy contexts. He's read the instructions, so he's got this. Clearly!

Tch. He wants to sneer at Red Wine, but something in that smile makes him falter, just enough, that he almost trips over his own feet. What the hell was that? Stupid fucking brain, short-circuiting like that.

He's got this. It's fine. It's just Red Wine. He can handle this. The straps have been securely fastened under the bed, but not hidden, so they're visibly dangling at the corners, and Steak grabs Red Wine by snaking a hand round to the small of his back, pulls him in for another kiss which he uses to slowly ease them both onto the bed. )

[If Steak can't handle this then Red Wine is content to take the lead, but he's entirely satisfied when he's suddenly grabbed and kissed. Knowing very well what he's here for he doesn't resist being urged back onto the bed and sits, only parting from the kiss to scoot backwards and put himself in range of the straps tied to the bed.

His fingers pluck at one of them, his thumb and forefinger rubbing at the strap's material.]

Are you sure this is going to be able to hold me? [He hums thoughtfully.] If you're going to drive me wild, it might not be strong enough.

( Admittedly, the straps were not the most heavy duty ones the shop offered. Red Wine may be strong but Steak was trying to be considerate here. He wanted something with a bit more give and flexibility.

So, of course, Red Wine poking a hole in his actual attempts to be thoughtful riles Steak up. Rude. His hand goes to Red Wine's wrist, a quick and practiced movement (practiced, of course, for non-sexy reasons) has him pinning Red Wine to the bed, holding his wrists with one hand while he reaches for the strap. )

Should I handcuff you next time?

( It's meant to be a snarky threat as he ties Red Wine's other wrist down, but it sounds more like a suggestion. )

[Red Wine barks out a laugh, but there's no resistance to Steak at all as he moves to tie him down. He tests the strap lightly, realising immediately that if he does pull too hard it will certainly snap under the force...

But maybe the thought of needing to control himself like that is a little exciting, too.]

Perhaps you should.

[He takes it as a suggestion, smirking up at Steak as he settles his shoulders down against the bed.] Maybe I'd like that.

( ... Well. That didn't get the reaction Steak was expecting, and surely by now Red Wine has realised that the easiest way to unseat Steak is to go off script. To agree to his ideas and put thoughts in his head.

Drag him further into this seedy world Nippon has foisted on them.

One by one, each limb is tied down, and Steak exhales as he finishes, leaving Red Wine spread eagle and at least somewhat helpless. (There's an old, pranks and competition focused, part of his mind that notes he could very easily just leave Red Wine like this and annoy him, but he doesn't.

He does want to see what all the fuss is about, after all.)

Now, with Red Wine tied down, Steak just... needs to figure out where to take this. Which is the hard part. He also, belatedly, realises that Red Wine is still dressed, but at least shirts unbutton and fabric can be cut away if necessary.

That's a completely rational way to respond to your own lack of preparation, yes? )

›Next time, then.

( Pride dictates that he act like it was a suggestion in the first place, but thinking about it... Well, if this works, perhaps he'd like to, as well.

Reclining away from Red Wine, Steak trails a finger across his jawline, over his lower lip, slowly taking in everything he has to work with before he flicks open the first few buttons of Red Wine's shirt with the same finger. It almost seems like he knows what he's doing here, which is really what he's going for, because truth is he hasn't a clue.

But he can still lean down and kiss Red Wine, which is just what he does, busying his hands with the rest of those shirt buttons as he drags his tongue against Red Wine's lip. )

[Sometimes the best way to win an argument is to not argue, especially against someone who will only have prepared for the disagreements. He lets Steak do what he wants with him, though the other Food Soul's missteps have not been missed and he lets out a hum as the first few buttons are unfastened.]

I think you did things a little out of order. [He points out, entirely unnecessarily but always more than willing to take an opportunity to spark a conflict even when he's in a vulnerable position like this one.

Though, as previously stated, he doesn't think he'll have much of a problem with escaping if he wants to.

But then he's being kissed, leaning up into it with a breathy sigh and parting his lips against the light touch of Steak's tongue. He'll allow the other Food Soul his dominance here, at least... when being controlled in bed is something that Steak will quickly come to realise he entirely enjoys.]

You speak as though I don't have a sword.

( This was not Steak's plan, oh at all, but he is nothing if not stubbornly proud when it comes to things with Red Wine. So, sure, he was intending to cut Red Wine out of his clothes the whole time.

The shirt can stay, left hanging open so Steak can easily access the span of lithe muscles and pale skin, dragging his nails lightly across the ladder of Red Wine's ribs and upwards, where his fingers twist and tweak lightly at a nipple. )

Now, be quiet unless you want me to silence you.

( Yeah, Steak doesn't... really know what he's saying, but there are flashes of fantasies in the back of his mind, Red Wine entirely at his mercy in a way that only makes his cock strain against his trousers more.

Yeah. He knows exactly how he'd silence Red Wine if he keeps going with the smart mouth. But first, he wants to work Red Wine up without the aid of a heat flooding through him. Fist a hand in his hair and pull, keeping him in place for another kiss, biting and firm, as his other hand continues to tease at that nipple. )

[Red Wine's grin is knife-sharp. There's a warning in it that he doesn't speak - if Steak damages his clothes there will be hell to pay - but he trusts that the other Food Soul actually knows that and won't venture so far as to actually apply his blade to fabric at a risk of ruining this delightful little scenario he's set up.

He grits his teeth and hisses through them as faint pain prickles across his scalp in counterpoint to the slowly growing burn of pleasure inching its way across his chest. Without the haze of the heat that had prompted them together the last time he's more keenly aware of Steak's fumbling inexperience, but... it is endearing, in its way.]

Mmph-- [His hands grip around the ties and he tries to bend his knees only to have the motion stalled.] Are you willing to take some direction, Steak? You might find it useful.

( Well, can Steak honestly say he wouldn't find Red Wine's rage a little bit, uh, shall we say "thrilling"? ... No he can't. Because there's something kind of hot in the warning grin he gets thrown, something that stirs those thoughts of battles past and the times his back is (sometimes quite literally) up against the wall.

But then Red Wine calls that out, and the train of thought is broken with a soft exhale. Guess his acting really isn't any better since the day they met Mrs. Gia, huh? )

... What is it?

( F i n e. )

[He huffs out a soft breath through his nose. Well, at least Steak is not completely closed off to reason... and they have not done this enough times yet for the other Food Soul to really understand where he needs to be putting his hands.]

I'll not have you ruin my clothes, so let me take them off first.

[He gives one of the restraints a pointed tug.]

And after that... I'll give you all the information that you need to drive me completely wild. How does that sound?

( The look on Steak's face suggests that he doesn't particularly enjoy this setback, or his own failure at making this work, but he does do what he's told, undoing Red Wine's restraints with surprisingly quick movements — he may have practiced while Red Wine was lazily making his way back — before sitting back on the bed. )

Well?

( He's waiting. And probably not entirely realising that he's just drawing more attention to himself by being impatient about things. )

[It's sort of cute, he realises when he sees how eager Steak is to just get on with it. Red Wine almost has a moment of guilt in letting him make a fool of himself, and resolves to be a little kinder to him... at least for this particular tryst.]

Give me your hand. [He says, and when he has it clasped in his own he brings Steak's fingertips up against the sensitive tip of one pointed ear. His breath stutters briefly.]

Start here.

( Expectations were, perhaps, that Red Wine would just shrug off his clothes and they'd be back to business, and it shows in the brief flicker of surprise which crosses Steak's face as his fingertips brush against the tip of that ear.

... Oh.

Well. Logic dictates that if Red Wine likes that simple touch, then more is better, right? If he leans in, brushes his mouth against the earlobe, and lightly — just lightly, for once — follows the curve up to where the very tip is, he may draw something like those noises he was getting from Red Wine back when that heat overwhelmed him. Those noises which have visited him all too often at night since that day, leaving him hard and aching in bed.

And tempted enough to read stupid, pulpy fantasies about the man he's currently, slowly, pressing back into the bed. )

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