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.]

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[eidxiety]

[Ain's curls are very soft and he is, in fact, very pleased with the little tugs. He chuckles right against Luca's mouth, dropping his hands to his hips... they're nice hips. Damn what is with the men here and their nice hips.

Smooch, smooch... playfully nips Luca's bottom lip... soothes it over with a little peck.]

[unheiring]

[Well, Ain's efforts net him a fluttering sigh from Luca. His body shudders involuntarily against the touch, but it isn't an unpleasant feeling. Out of gratitude, he lets his own hands wander, fingers grazing featherlight down the span of Ain's chest. He might seem small, but plenty of men have hidden muscle behind less.

And hey, since his hands are moving, why shouldn't his lips. He cants his head, tracing kisses down Ain's jaw and over the span of his neck. Very nice :)]

[eidxiety]

[Unfortunately Ain is actually pretty lean. What little muscle he has can be felt, sure, but it's nothing impressive. Sorry Luca he's a twink.

He does, however, giggle against Luca's neck-kisses, clearly charmed. If he weren't feeling up those hips right now, he'd probably be twirling his braid and teehee-ing. As you do when boys are cute.]

Aww, [cants his head to the side,] aren't you forward?

[Ain you literally dragged him into your lap YOU started this.]

[unheiring]

[Don't worry, Luca is only slightly disappointed by this. He'll cry it out later, though. Ain's comment does net a scoff, though. He leans back, leveling the man with an almost stern look. His right brow lifts.]

I am not the one who insisted someone clamber into his lap.

[He says this with a prod right to the center of Ain's chest.]

[eidxiety]

[Insert dumbass fruity giggle—]

Aww, I like having boys in my lap! Is that so bad? You have nice hips, maybe I want to feel them?