it's spin the bottle what do you want from me

[eidxiety]

Who: Everyone who wants to participate
What: Spin the bottle, I guess
When: During the beach event
Where: On. the beach.
Warnings: bad behaviour probably


[I'm not sure who wants to claim responsibility for this one because it's not Ain who came up with it, maybe it was divine providence you don't know, anyway everyone will be grouped up on the pier at some point for spin the bottle. The rules are simple: You spin the bottle, and whoever it points at gets a kiss. Whether that's on the forehead, cheek, hand, or a full-on makeout sloppy-style is up to y'all.

This is following after the wet t-shirt contest thanks Wolfwood for that one.

Anyone can participate but please be mindful of the youngins and don't get too handsy in public.

And try not to push each other into the sea nearby. Or do, I'm not your dad and Ain literally will not try to stop this from happening.]

Comments

[unheiring]

[Goddammit Cyrus Aurelius, why couldn't you raise a coward!! No, he doesn't run. Though something mildly intimidated curls within his gut, Luca remains steadfast. He squares his shoulders, tips his chin up, and quirks a brow.]

Well? Are you that afraid of me? I would not have expected as much.

[submittome]

Afraid?

[ The laugh is devious. Low and throaty, and he leans in close. Still isn't touching. Luca's already shown he's not thrilled with touch, back on the 'bridge' of the tree, and despite Affogato's... inclinations, he is not into touching or the like without obvious desire and want there. ]

Oh no. I was simply wondering if the little chick would flee, or stand his ground.

[ Because he'd rather not go in for a kiss and eat sand as Luca moves the last moment. ]

[unheiring]

And yet all you have done is run your mouth instead of putting it to good use.

[Seemingly emboldened, Luca uses two fingers to beckon him forward. Familiar and infuriating as it is, Affogato's sneering demeanor is exactly what he needed to get out of his shell. It's a recurring pattern that extends back from before he arrived in the grove.]

Only one of us is fumbling about like a hatchling, and it isn't me.

[submittome]

[ There it is. That's all he needed. Consent. Luca is in for it now. With the beckon, Affogato leans in quickly, like a snake striking. And Luca's blabbing mouth is instantly kissed, Affogato pressing teeth into his bottom lip before tilting his head to slot their mouths together. The kiss is heavy, slightly rough, but he doesn't press it to be more than it is.

Though he's definitely letting it linger as he tastes Luca's mouth against his. ]

[unheiring]

[A startled sort of noise leaves Luca's mouth. He should have expected as much, so it's really on him for being caught on the back foot. Thankfully, he doesn't sit there, gaping like a fish. Rather, he presses back into it, with one hand twining back into Affogato's hair. Don't mistake it for an affectionate gesture, though. As soon as he's had enough, he tugs at it by the roots.]

Well. You aren't all talk then, are you?

[submittome]

[ The instant the hand goes into his hair the mood changes in Affogato, and most of the tease goes out of the kiss. Where he was having fun with it, but being respectful- well, now he most certainly is not. He breaks the kiss at the tug, and his smile is sweet, but there's something in his eyes and his voice is low.

Low enough for only Luca. ]

If you do not let go of my hair, I am going to bite you.

[ And it's not going to have some playful thing, that look in his eyes promises. He is going to rip and tear, and draw blood. ]

[unheiring]

[Oh. Some part of Luca's blood absolutely sings at that threat. This is the sort of thing he's familiar with - a kiss laced with the threat of brutality. Some part of him aches to take it further, watching crowd be damned. It reminds him of the loose sense of home, of the wilds of Cataega and a man with dead eyes.

And yet there's another hint of recognition there, one that quickly extinguishes the flame coiling within his belly. He can't claim to know why Affogato doesn't want his hair touched or pulled, but he does know the feeling. And it's that creeping sense of familiarity, a pressing sense of guilt and grief that he swallows down before it can overcome him, that coaxes the hand back from his hair.

If nothing else, he owes Affogato this much. The other man had backed down upon broaching one of Luca's boundaries before. It's nothing terrible for Luca to do the same.]

My apologies. [His words, at least, are genuine, hushed as they are.]

[submittome]

[ As his hair is released, his demeanor shifts again. Relief that is quickly masked, and he reaches up with his hands to fix his hair carefully, getting it back up into it's bun nice and tight, so it's off his neck. Sweaty. His smile is more genuine and the look in his eyes is more playful again. ]

Apology accepted~ Do ask next time if you want to touch, however. You may find me... very accommodating.

[ The words are teasing and because it's spin the bottle with smoochies, he leans in again and pecks a little kiss to the corner of Luca's mouth. Only after does he sit himself back, ending their turn properly.

Though he will wink at Luca throughout the rest of the game. ]