Esikko's response to that, of course, is to graze teeth over skin, biting in time with the way he reaches to yank at the tie of Toma's yukata. He absolutely would have ripped it if he'd managed to pin it beneath his knee. As it is, though, he has to wrap him like some kind of horrible gift, at least enough to get a feel for what he's working with, here... )
I'll even allow you to be rough in return so long as you don't just lie there. Stop making this difficult.
[That from the man who Esikko has seen rip his own arm off... Toma scowls, reaching down to "help" (read: slap Esikko's hand away and untie it himself) with his obi, and each layer below in turn. No sign underneath, of course, of the punctures or burns he suffered at Esikko and Dabi's hands; just pale skin and the grey of his suit, emblazoned on his abdomen.]
Allow-- [His lip curls, and he grabs Esikko's collar, sitting suddenly upright and shoving Esikko with him.] What exactly makes you think that's up to you?
( Esikko sneers as he's pushed back to a sitting position, knees still bent beneath him. He reaches, cold palm aiming to flatten right over that tattoo as he gives an insistent push back, leaning in. )
Because you wouldn't want to stain that pretty little reputation of yours.
Please. Risking being seen with you is bad enough already. Why not break a few bones, if I've got to be here?
[That's, like... halfway an idle threat? On one hand, Esikko has really pushed the boundaries of Toma's commitment to his act. On the other. Breaking bones would be a little bit pointless right now.]
( With a huff, and an unwilling shift of his weight back in response to the push, his ass falls off his own heels and to the seat itself. He's losing his leverage, here, so his answer is to move his free hand up and grab at that stupid little braid, yanking it to one side. )
Stop pushing me, too! There's no way you have any idea what you're doing, so behave a little, you stubborn little cockroach.
( Fingers curl over his stomach, dipping a little lower, but not fully committing, just yet. Genya is probably watching in horror somewhere outside of the rotating car, by now. )
( Okay, okay, he gets it! Esikko quickly abandons the braid with the slap, reaching up to grab at the offending wrist of the hand in his own hair, instead. Fingernails dig in hopelessly to skin, hoping to pry him off. )
I don't want you to just lie there, but you should at least lie down! Unless you're trying to ride me?
( Like that's the only reason he'd be on his own back, here... He's being fussy. )
[He lets go pretty quickly, at least - though not without an entirely unnecessary shove at the side of Esikko's head. Just to be annoying.]
Absolutely not. [For one thing, that's not a position he really has experience with, and if he's going to figure it out it sure won't be with This Guy--]
What, do you only know how to do that from one angle?
( Ouch?! Releasing Toma's wrist, he rubs at his head where it was shoved, eyes closing briefly in his annoyance. Anger is bubbling inside of him, but he's also very keenly aware of the sort of damage Toma could do, if he decided to, and so he's not being nearly as much of a brat as he could be. Shockingly. But... )
Oh, shut up, we're in a tiny little ferris wheel car, you idiot. Unlike some people, I have long, beautiful legs, so.
( So...! He now leans forward more pointedly, hoping it catches Toma off guard enough to tackle him back down, but honestly... it could also just result in nothing at all other than an angry sort of embrace. One that's followed, at least, by a kiss.
Put this anger to productive work, right? So it's an angry kiss, all the same. )
What is that supposed to mean? You aren't that much taller than me--
[Aaand congratulations, Esi, that is a successful tackle, the surprise force knocking Toma back down onto the seat. He might also bonk his head on the wall a little bit. Ow.
More offensive, though, is, of all things, the kiss - angry though it may be. Esikko gets a moment of surprise from Toma before he grabs for his jaw again, pointedly turning his own head away.] --Don't do that.
[Ugh, he can feel that his face is starting to get red. He's not sure how much of that is anger and how much is embarrassment, but it's sure happening - enough so for that little scar on his nose to get a lot more visible.]
( Esikko yanks his face in a turn of his own, to try and break free of that grab, too focused on keeping his hands at Toma's shoulders, like that might keep him in place. But the moment he gets a good look at him, realization sets in, and he leans closer still, really peering. )
You're... embarrassed?
( Unfortunately for Toma, Esikko laughs at this. It's bright, too genuine, not like the sort of laughs he gave in those false polite moments, not the ones he passed along in thinly veiled aggression. This is truly just that he finds it funny. )
Oh, you really are so new to this, you poor thing! ( He's far too pleased about it, too. ) What's the matter? Is that far too intimate? Won't it help you relax? I didn't even manage to make it good, or anything, it was so simple...
( Despite his prodding and teasing, though, he notably... does not kiss him again. Not with such a serious refusal to it. He can work without it, of course, but he happens to like kissing, himself. Still, that's not a line he's going to press, not even for someone he hates.
Instead, a finger moves to tease at one of Toma's earlobes, a little flick, just to see if he'll get brighter. If he's sensitive. )
Relax, I'm not going to force you, or anything. It's an easy way to grow comfortable in it, is all.
[UuuUUUUGH. Absolute nightmare. Toma avoids Esikko's gaze - not that that'll save him from how damn annoying the prince is about it.]
I am not. New to this. [Half true. He's not new to sex. He is new to sex with people he hasn't known his whole life.
Honestly, he is halfway expecting Esikko to try again - ready to respond with yet more force, if he does. ...But it doesn't happen. Toma's eyes narrow slightly, as though that itself is somehow suspicious - but he drops his hand back to the seat.
He flinches a little at the flick to his earlobe - but does, indeed, get a bit redder. Definitely attributing that one to anger.]
There is no making this comfortable. It is what it is, so we may as well just get it over with - unless all this time-wasting is meant as a hint you'd rather I take care of you, instead.
[Defensively hurrying him along... would you rather be the one with your dick out, huh, Esikko!!]
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( How he won't say "dick" unless he's already in a more aggressive context... His princely silliness continues. But still, even if he's a little huffy about not being able to even enjoy it a little with kissing, there's clearly other ways to embarrass Toma here.
And so, finally, he dips one hand between them, trailing a pointed line from hip bone to his length, palming simply over it as he kisses near his ear, instead. )
Better? ( Is that spoken into his ear on purpose? Absolutely. ) Try and relax a little, won't you?
Now, why not? [And, parroting Esikko's earlier phrasing, just to be a shit:] Not afraid, are you?
[Honestly. Being cautious is probably a good call. Sure, if presented with Esikko's dick right now, Toma's priority would in fact be to do what he's got to, get him off, and get out of here!
...But that isn't necessarily a guarantee that he wouldn't decide he had a more fun idea at some point.
Now, instead, Toma holds carefully, deliberately still. All that effort isn't quite enough to prevent a faint shiver, a twitch of his inner thigh, as Esikko palms him. He breathes slowly in, and out again.] I am.
Afraid of whatever diseases you might be carrying, perhaps.
( A low sort of dig, but it's one he makes while distracted in the moment, anyway. He doesn't actually care about that, doesn't actually think there's anything to worry about other than straight up violence and control, but he's absolutely not getting into that. Instead, he's focused, and Toma is actually only feeding into it.
After all, the more Toma tries to keep aloof and still, the more rewarding it feels when he earns those shivers and twitches. He nudges his face closer, palming at him a few more times as his teeth dare to nip at his jaw. )
You are not. ( Spoken with amusement, though, as his long fingers wind their way around Toma's length. Not fully hard, understandably, but he has no problem working him up to there, squeezing along the base and dragging up. Testing, paying attention. )
No need to worry; in fact-- whatever you're carrying won't be able to take hold, either.
[Unnecessary... but, in his opinion, Esikko opened that door, alright.
Toma answers the nip with an irritated sound - but he doesn't protest out loud or pull away like he had when Esikko kissed him. He breathes in and out again, reflexively squirming a little bit as Esikko handles him before he clamps down on the reaction - though that is, admittedly, getting a little harder to do.]
I-- am.
[Literally no point to that lie, but here we are.]
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Esikko's response to that, of course, is to graze teeth over skin, biting in time with the way he reaches to yank at the tie of Toma's yukata. He absolutely would have ripped it if he'd managed to pin it beneath his knee. As it is, though, he has to wrap him like some kind of horrible gift, at least enough to get a feel for what he's working with, here... )
I'll even allow you to be rough in return so long as you don't just lie there. Stop making this difficult.
( allow, he says. )
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[That from the man who Esikko has seen rip his own arm off... Toma scowls, reaching down to "help" (read: slap Esikko's hand away and untie it himself) with his obi, and each layer below in turn. No sign underneath, of course, of the punctures or burns he suffered at Esikko and Dabi's hands; just pale skin and the grey of his suit, emblazoned on his abdomen.]
Allow-- [His lip curls, and he grabs Esikko's collar, sitting suddenly upright and shoving Esikko with him.] What exactly makes you think that's up to you?
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Because you wouldn't want to stain that pretty little reputation of yours.
( He's betting on a lot here. )
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Please. Risking being seen with you is bad enough already. Why not break a few bones, if I've got to be here?
[That's, like... halfway an idle threat? On one hand, Esikko has really pushed the boundaries of Toma's commitment to his act. On the other. Breaking bones would be a little bit pointless right now.]
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( With a huff, and an unwilling shift of his weight back in response to the push, his ass falls off his own heels and to the seat itself. He's losing his leverage, here, so his answer is to move his free hand up and grab at that stupid little braid, yanking it to one side. )
Stop pushing me, too! There's no way you have any idea what you're doing, so behave a little, you stubborn little cockroach.
( Fingers curl over his stomach, dipping a little lower, but not fully committing, just yet. Genya is probably watching in horror somewhere outside of the rotating car, by now. )
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Do not touch that!
[That's it - he grabs a fistful of Esikko's hair in turn, yanking pointedly. How the fuck do you like it, huh.]
Of course I know what I'm doing-- and here I thought you didn't want me just to lie there.
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( Okay, okay, he gets it! Esikko quickly abandons the braid with the slap, reaching up to grab at the offending wrist of the hand in his own hair, instead. Fingernails dig in hopelessly to skin, hoping to pry him off. )
I don't want you to just lie there, but you should at least lie down! Unless you're trying to ride me?
( Like that's the only reason he'd be on his own back, here... He's being fussy. )
Let me just give you a stupid handjob, asshole.
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Absolutely not. [For one thing, that's not a position he really has experience with, and if he's going to figure it out it sure won't be with This Guy--]
What, do you only know how to do that from one angle?
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Oh, shut up, we're in a tiny little ferris wheel car, you idiot. Unlike some people, I have long, beautiful legs, so.
( So...! He now leans forward more pointedly, hoping it catches Toma off guard enough to tackle him back down, but honestly... it could also just result in nothing at all other than an angry sort of embrace. One that's followed, at least, by a kiss.
Put this anger to productive work, right? So it's an angry kiss, all the same. )
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[Aaand congratulations, Esi, that is a successful tackle, the surprise force knocking Toma back down onto the seat. He might also bonk his head on the wall a little bit. Ow.
More offensive, though, is, of all things, the kiss - angry though it may be. Esikko gets a moment of surprise from Toma before he grabs for his jaw again, pointedly turning his own head away.] --Don't do that.
[Ugh, he can feel that his face is starting to get red. He's not sure how much of that is anger and how much is embarrassment, but it's sure happening - enough so for that little scar on his nose to get a lot more visible.]
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( Esikko yanks his face in a turn of his own, to try and break free of that grab, too focused on keeping his hands at Toma's shoulders, like that might keep him in place. But the moment he gets a good look at him, realization sets in, and he leans closer still, really peering. )
You're... embarrassed?
( Unfortunately for Toma, Esikko laughs at this. It's bright, too genuine, not like the sort of laughs he gave in those false polite moments, not the ones he passed along in thinly veiled aggression. This is truly just that he finds it funny. )
Oh, you really are so new to this, you poor thing! ( He's far too pleased about it, too. ) What's the matter? Is that far too intimate? Won't it help you relax? I didn't even manage to make it good, or anything, it was so simple...
( Despite his prodding and teasing, though, he notably... does not kiss him again. Not with such a serious refusal to it. He can work without it, of course, but he happens to like kissing, himself. Still, that's not a line he's going to press, not even for someone he hates.
Instead, a finger moves to tease at one of Toma's earlobes, a little flick, just to see if he'll get brighter. If he's sensitive. )
Relax, I'm not going to force you, or anything. It's an easy way to grow comfortable in it, is all.
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I am not. New to this. [Half true. He's not new to sex. He is new to sex with people he hasn't known his whole life.
Honestly, he is halfway expecting Esikko to try again - ready to respond with yet more force, if he does. ...But it doesn't happen. Toma's eyes narrow slightly, as though that itself is somehow suspicious - but he drops his hand back to the seat.
He flinches a little at the flick to his earlobe - but does, indeed, get a bit redder. Definitely attributing that one to anger.]
There is no making this comfortable. It is what it is, so we may as well just get it over with - unless all this time-wasting is meant as a hint you'd rather I take care of you, instead.
[Defensively hurrying him along... would you rather be the one with your dick out, huh, Esikko!!]
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( How he won't say "dick" unless he's already in a more aggressive context... His princely silliness continues. But still, even if he's a little huffy about not being able to even enjoy it a little with kissing, there's clearly other ways to embarrass Toma here.
And so, finally, he dips one hand between them, trailing a pointed line from hip bone to his length, palming simply over it as he kisses near his ear, instead. )
Better? ( Is that spoken into his ear on purpose? Absolutely. ) Try and relax a little, won't you?
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[Honestly. Being cautious is probably a good call. Sure, if presented with Esikko's dick right now, Toma's priority would in fact be to do what he's got to, get him off, and get out of here!
...But that isn't necessarily a guarantee that he wouldn't decide he had a more fun idea at some point.
Now, instead, Toma holds carefully, deliberately still. All that effort isn't quite enough to prevent a faint shiver, a twitch of his inner thigh, as Esikko palms him. He breathes slowly in, and out again.] I am.
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( A low sort of dig, but it's one he makes while distracted in the moment, anyway. He doesn't actually care about that, doesn't actually think there's anything to worry about other than straight up violence and control, but he's absolutely not getting into that. Instead, he's focused, and Toma is actually only feeding into it.
After all, the more Toma tries to keep aloof and still, the more rewarding it feels when he earns those shivers and twitches. He nudges his face closer, palming at him a few more times as his teeth dare to nip at his jaw. )
You are not. ( Spoken with amusement, though, as his long fingers wind their way around Toma's length. Not fully hard, understandably, but he has no problem working him up to there, squeezing along the base and dragging up. Testing, paying attention. )
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[Unnecessary... but, in his opinion, Esikko opened that door, alright.
Toma answers the nip with an irritated sound - but he doesn't protest out loud or pull away like he had when Esikko kissed him. He breathes in and out again, reflexively squirming a little bit as Esikko handles him before he clamps down on the reaction - though that is, admittedly, getting a little harder to do.]
I-- am.
[Literally no point to that lie, but here we are.]