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reachingfangs) wrote2019-05-27 03:05 pm
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reachingfangs) wrote2019-05-27 03:05 pm
▶ ichigo
[ There was a very long second where Renji tried and failed to school his face to some kind of normalcy. From the sharp swivel of his head and the unsubtle widening of his eyes, that innocuous statement had more of an effect than Ichigo intended. Obviously, Renji knew Keigo was worried about him—worried enough that Renji tried very hard to reassure him and got a poke in the ribs for his trouble—but somehow it was embarrassing hearing it from Ichigo's mouth. Renji just barely held himself back from forgetting about the chase altogether and asking Ichigo how they'd fared on the moon and exactly how much Keigo had told him.
But at least one of them was still paying attention. Renji turned an appraising eye towards the building, shrugging after a moment of consideration. ]
Worth a shot. [ Casting a sidelong grin at Ichigo, Renji already seemed to be feeling good about their prospects.
Plus... it was just really nice to see him again. ] Warmed up, Ichigo?
[ Reiatsu flared to life around him, a starter pistol as he exploded forward, feet blurring underneath him. He couldn't use shunpo quite as effectively here, whatever dampened his powers at the station did the same to him here, but he could cover a short burst of distance. Say, from where they were to the base of the building. So just enough to show off. ]
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the fact that renji didn't think more vertically was a bit of a surprise, all things considered, but it was easy to assume they were tied to the ground in this situation. he grinned back at renji once he suggestion was received, ready to lose these stupid cops now that they had a more viable escape plan than 'run the fuck away.'
he nodded to renji as they kept running, ready to go up the nearest wall and get lost.] I think I can handle it.
[and after renji jumped off, ichigo let out a snort at this sad display of shunpo, his eyes rolling at renji's need to try and one up him even before it started. of course, ichigo wasn't immune to a stupid pissing contest, and he--
...he...
wait.
he suddenly came to a stop, looking down at himself with wide eyes. he.. had his powers back right? he'd gotten them back. but he-- wait. he's... he's wearing jeans. he isn't wearing a shihakushou. it's... he's... he's in his human fucking body.
oh. for fucks sake.
ichigo slapped a hand against his forehead at his own stupidity, even as his feet resumed running-- at normal human pace. because he isn't in spirit form.] Renji! I have a body!!!
[the fucking idiot.]
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Which was why this display really was sort of pitiful. He tired for no reason other than this place made him weak overall, his steps shortening as a result. His captain would be throwing daggers of silent disapproval if he saw this (and probably actual daggers). He was expecting Ichigo to mock him too, once they were out of harm's way. He's surprised he wasn't right now, but then Ichigo wasn't above getting wrapped up in a little friendly competition.
One foot on the building and steadying to launch himself higher, Renji dared a look over his shoulder to measure his lead and saw...
A whole lot of nothing. Renji's gaze turned sharply back above him, thinking that maybe Ichigo had outdistanced him at a frightening pace that he should really be used to by now—but nothing there either.
So that was weird.
What was weirder was Ichigo yelling from a couple dozen yards behind—basically where they were when he proposed this plan—that he had a body. From this distance it might be hard to read Renji's quizzical expression, but the shrug was easier to make out.
What did it matter that Ichigo had a body? Most living things did. Not him, obviously, because he's a spirit. But he had a spiritual body, which was basically the same thing but better, so... oh.
It took more time for Renji to figure that cryptic puzzle out than it took him to shunpo back to Ichigo and swing a smack right upside his head. ]
How'd you forget that, dumbass?!
[ Okay Renji didn't notice either but like. It's not his body okay. ]
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Shut up! I usually have Kon to handle this! I forgot this is an issue!
[really. couldn't this place just bring him here without his stupid body? it wasn't like it was important in a situation like this. geez.
as embarrassing as that was, it also complicated things.] Shit, this is so dumb-- just go ahead! They're after you, not me, I'll just meet you later.
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Renji glanced back at the cops, their numbers having grown since the last time he cared to count, and then looked at Ichigo. ]
You sure? They've seen you with me.
[ The implication being that at least one of them would be taken in for a nice chat down at the station. ]
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he rolled his eyes at renji's question, waving him off with a dismissive gesture.]
So what? I'll just say you dragged me into this unwillingly. Some weird guy dragged me off with him and now he's gone, it was so scary. [he deadpans, even as he glances back at the cops to see how many there are.
that's... a few. oh well.] It's not like I've never been talked to by the cops before-- just go and I'll try to lose them, and if I don't I can say you took me against my will.
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Alright.
[ Terse, out of respect for their current situation and Ichigo's dumb, human endurance. He could have argued about the phrasing of this particular plan or how if he was going to drag some unwilling dude off then the last person he'd choose would be Ichigo, but it was probably best to keep this short.
So with a flash of red and black after his brusque reply, Renji disappeared from Ichigo's side...
...and seconds later, he zoomed straight back, aiming another swing at Ichigo's head with the flat of his palm. ]
—And add kidnapping to my charges too?! I didn't even do that!!
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and certainly no one in their right mind would want to kidnap ichigo but arguably no one wanted to beat the shit out of a vacuum cleaner with a sword so come on. he was pleased when renji seemed to follow the damn plan, looking around to see if he could find a place to take a sharp turn into and-
hey!!! he 'gah'd at the hit, swiping his own hands at renji's arms with an annoyed grunt. just for that, he's swiping a foot at renji's side!!] Oi! You only get charges if you get caught, moron!! Why would you let them get you?!
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▶ keigo
Who said I was worried...
[ Renji half-mumbled his unconvincing protest, mindful more of keeping his posture now that Keigo's attention was turning back towards him after that... misunderstanding. If he looked ridiculous, then it was better than looking weak in front of Keigo.
Although not much better, and after half a second, Renji's fists clenched tighter to stop himself from fidgeting and he peeked down at Keigo. His intent stare was almost tangible, and Renji wondered for a second if maybe Keigo had spotted something wrong after all. Or maybe he was looking real hard to find anything amiss because Renji was perfectly intact, just like he said. ]
Satis—gyah!!
[ It was difficult to tell if Renji's face turned red from the poke or the undignified noise that it elicited from him. Likely both. His rigid stance broke in an instant, a hand flying up to grab Keigo's wrist lest it jab at him again and draw more weird sounds from him. ]
What the hell, Keigo!!
▶ keigo (nsfw)
[ Renji steered them through the darkened club, striding with purpose past the bar and the open floor and towards the restrooms in the back. He felt the tremble in Keigo's arms as he clutched onto him more powerfully than the bass reverberating through the room, smelled that sweet perfume more sharply than the alcohol pouring into eager glasses. Again he felt an insane urge to stop right in his tracks and pull Keigo onto him, seat him on his cock and watch his body writhe in time with the pounding music. But practicality had to meet his arousal partway, and anyway Renji still wanted to live after this, so he continued towards a place that was... a little more private. ]
Not if we're careful.
[ Though the grin on his face suggested that Renji had no intention of being careful even if he were capable of such a thing. Not to mention their combined pheromones drew the eye of every patron as they walked past, leaving a trail of voyeurs in their wake.
Renji relished the pressure of their stares on him and especially on Keigo, flushed and hanging off his arm. He encouraged the proximity, let his arm pull so Keigo's body would have to angle closer to him and nuzzle up harder against his shoulder. His tails swayed and caressed up Keigo's back, light touches of his affection that he'd normally never be so bold to display. ]
Besides... [ Renji leaned closer to Keigo, placing a soft kiss on the delicate shell of his ear and purring softly. ] Seems like that doesn't bother you that much.
[ A sharp turn down a separate hallway lead to an apparently empty restroom. They couldn't get there fast enough. That teasing refrain and sweet sample of intimacy did nothing to satisfy the hot flood of desire he had for Keigo. Renji let the door swing shut behind them and give at least the illusion of privacy before his hands pulled around Keigo's waist. His fingers found the base of his twitching tail again, looking to elicit another wanton cry from his lips. He would've liked to have an audience here, but the slight echo of the tiles and their reflections in the mirror and the shifting shadows through the slit of light under the door provided a similar kind of thrill. ]
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[ keigo was as pliant as putty as they weaved in and out of the crowds, easily guided by renji's hands so that by the time they reached the restroom, he was practically melded to his side. the husky whisper that brushed against his ear raised the hairs on his neck, his tail even fluffing slightly as he shivered through the sensation. the level of stimulation was so profound that keigo feared he'd truly lose control before long. it was like he was drunk and drugged all at once, a steady thump of his heartbeat echoing loudly in his head, pounding rhythmically with the bass of the music.
the muffled sounds of the club from beyond the closed door were a perfect backdrop to their current activities, painting the scene with an overtone of risk as renji snatched keigo by the hips. as his fingers dipped down to the base of his tail, keigo's throat tightened, a last ditch effort to prevent himself from crying out. it didn't work.
keigo's mouth opened, his tongue swiping against his teeth before he let out a low, desperate sound, a moan that seemed to bounce off the walls and back into keigo's ears, deafening his thoughts. his hands clung to renji's body, clawed fingers tight in the fabric of his clothing as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. the touch was so slight but it felt electrifying, urging his hips to roll forward against renji. it was humiliating how he was already reduced to panting heavily, his tongue rolling down to lick against his lips absently as the air puffed past them. ]
Renji... [ keigo pressed his hips forward, trying to ignore how loud even his rasped whisper sounded in that tiled room. ] D-don't mess with me... hurry up before someone comes in...
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Hurry up with what, Keigo?
[ Obviously Keigo's plaintive request had fallen on deaf ears as Renji continued to mess with him. One hand on Keigo's waist encouraged the roll of his hips, fingers slipping up under the fabric of his shirt to press lightly into his back. The other hand grasped Keigo's tail tighter. His wrist pulled in gentle, languid strokes, savouring the feel of soft fur between his fingers and every twitch and sway of it in his hand. ]
You haven't told me what you want yet.
[ And Keigo had better answer quickly. He could sense the Prismals just past these walls as well as Keigo could, their spiritual signatures fluttering in vague and aimless directions. Just one needed to turn the corner and find their way here. ]
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[ were the walls mocking him? it felt that way as his own sounds were thrown back at him, a shameful reminder of where they were no matter how hazy with lust keigo was feeling. and renji, the bastard that he was being, wasn't making that easier on him. between the idle stroking of his tail accompanied by the sudden squeeze and the encouragement of his rolling hips, keigo was largely unable to prevent himself from acting and sounding like an animal in heat.
his body was trembling from the overstimulation, the press of his hips against renji sending shockwaves up and down his spine, but it felt even more intense somehow. maybe it was because the stimulation extended down his spine and through his tail, which renji was so mercilessly toying with. he whined and clutched harder to renji's body, eyes glazed over as he stared up at him, desperate. ]
Y-you know wh-what I want...!
[ did he really have to say it? renji looked like a demon right now, with his complexion and hair, not to mention the many tails he sported. it really felt like a dream or a trick... but every bit of pressure was causing keigo to feel weaker and weaker, a very real need throbbing hard in his groin. ]
I w-want you t-to... [ he was stumbling over his words more obviously now, partially due to his embarrassment and partially due to how much stimulus he had to process. eventually, he got there: ] I want you to fuck me. Y-you asshole... you know that's wh-what I want and you're makin' me s-say it...! [ he squeezed at renji's bicep in retaliation, seemingly uncaring if he pricked him with his claws or not. ]
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Because you sound so good asking for it.
[ If he had the time or the patience right now, Renji would have liked to let Keigo hang in this precarious place of frustrated, desperate arousal a little longer. He'd milk every last drop of urgency in his voice, have him go hoarse begging for him in between calling him an asshole. Unfortunately, he didn't have the time or patience for it now. Even in the playful mood Renji's in, he couldn't delay the gratification of his needs, and Keigo's, much longer.
Still, Renji gave one last, long stroke up Keigo's tail before he released him. Both his hands settled on Keigo's waist, pulling him close again for one brief moment. He ground against Keigo, fancied he could feel the heat and throb of his arousal, and then with gentle guidance he turned Keigo to face the counter and the mirror. He weighed against Keigo's back, hands still firm on his waist, intent on bending him forward, on drowning him in his scent. The hard length of his cock pressed against Keigo through the thin fabric of his robe.
Renji's bright eyes were reflected in the mirror, watching Keigo from just over his shoulder. His head tilted and they crinkled slightly, a mischievous flash catching the light. ]
Aren't you forgetting "please", though?
[ Alright, so maybe he had a little more patience left. ]
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[ keigo wasn't exactly amused by the nearly patronizing way renji was treating him, even if the small touches he was imparting did serve to provide a small amount of relief. in a way, it made it even more difficult, since the touches weren't quite enough to get him what he wanted. the stroking to his tail and even the grinding against him were momentary, fleeting sensations that ultimately faded far too quickly, leaving keigo almost painfully wanting.
it was for that reason that keigo wasn't nearly as resistant as he might have been normally. if his mind and body hadn't been rewired for sex in this moment, he would have protested the circumstance more, maybe bargained with renji to have them do it in a stall instead. but as renji guided him by his hips, keigo could only obey. he positioned himself against the counter, dick hard and straining against his clothes, and the very moment he felt that rigid length pressed against him, he bucked his hips backwards, craving more.
but once again, renji was serving to complicate matters further. wasn't it enough that keigo was acting like this, so beyond his normal comfort zone? did he really have to beg? ]
...Please.
[ ...apparently so. keigo was too frustrated to let his pride and shame get in between him and renji's thick dick splitting him open. ]
Please fuck me... I can't take it anymore. H-hurry up...
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Very good.
[ The praise was sincere, tinged with affection. How could it not be, when Keigo's begging was so charming? In response, Renji's hands skimmed forward from Keigo's waist to the front of his pants, giving one quick stroke across his straining cock. He loosened the top button carefully, claws only slightly grazing his skin as he lowered the zipper. As he slid the waistband down Keigo's thighs, Renji placed a slow kiss on the nape of his pale neck. Canines brushed his flesh for a moment, intent on raising goosebumps, before he lifted his head and met Keigo's gaze in the mirror. ]
Wasn't so hard, was it?
[ Renji didn't care to toy with Keigo any longer than that though. He undid the sash around his waist, let his robe fall open and reveal just how loosely tied it was. His fingers spread Keigo apart and he pressed his cock into the cleft of Keigo's ass, slicking him with his heat and hardness with one stroke, then another.
When he entered Keigo, he did so slowly, indulgently, like sinking into the heat of a hot spring. He exhaled low and content, a purr of satisfaction leaving his throat. And through it all, his eyes stayed fixed on Keigo's reflection, wanting to savour every bit of his reaction as he finally received what he'd so obediently asked for. ]
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[ renji would pay for this eventually. maybe not right now, but keigo would think back on this moment and seethe from humiliation. but much like an animal in heat, he wasn't thinking about the future, he was thinking about getting fucked. he licked his lips absently as renji praised him, a soft whimper leaving his throat as he anticipated more delays.
surely renji wouldn't be so cruel... but he seemed to get enjoyment out of keigo's writhing. sure enough, though, renji actually made good on his word, so to speak. keigo shuddered when the touch of his fingers reached his cock, leading to his legs trembling and his back arching. he was leaning forward against the counter, his ears limp and flat against his skull as he panted. soon, soon, he'd get what he wanted.
when keigo felt the shift of fabric and the warmth of renji's dick against his ass, he practically went into an unfamiliar autopilot. anticipation propelled the adrenaline through his veins, and keigo lifted his hips, tail erected up and exposing himself fully. his breathing was a ragged shudder now, pupils dilated as he rolled his posture to the balls of his feet. ]
Oh fuck...! [ he gasped as renji slowly sank into him. it was like a fire kindling in his body, the nerve endings singing with stimulation as renji's cock filled him, bit by bit. the slow plying of his inner walls felt even more tantalizing than before, and keigo pushed back to meet renji's hips, eager to get him flush against his body. ] F-fuck, R-Renji... [ keigo's gaze caught renji's but rather than look away, he stared back. he was too dazed now that he was bent over like this, ready to take him like he was being paid to. ]
M-more... please...
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▶ re-l
[ That's what Renji gets for loitering. He was lingering outside the tunnel, scoping out the line to see what all the fuss was about, when he got roped into accompanying a young woman who was entering by herself. You can't let her go alone, they said. It'll be fun, they said.
Right now Renji doesn't see the appeal. Maybe if he'd just landed here he'd be gaping as they walked through the aquarium, staring at the dancing robots and exotic fish that flit through the water like petals stirred by the wind. Maybe take a closer look at the statues staring longingly at each other in their own little underwater world. But Renji has been in Lunatia for almost a year now and this is, at best, pretty interesting for a minute or two.
Renji's eyes are drawn to Re-L instead. It's rare he meets a woman who can look him in the eye, literally. He's never seen that shade of eyeshadow before. It matches her eyes. He has a friend back home who would probably adore it. And her lips stand out against the paleness of her skin— ]
Eh?
[ Re-L catches Renji flat-footed, his naked gaze suddenly meeting her clear blue eyes. ]
Wasn't thinking 'bout it...
[ A lie, clear from the way his whole face jerks to look elsewhere and his cheeks, already flushed from the aphrodisiac working through his system, grow a little pinker. ]
Were you?
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[ Re-L would have been quite content to go through the tunnel by herself if she's honest. The dark-haired girl had always preferred to do things on her own and had walked into the place and up to most attractions with every intent to do things all on her own. Investigate a few leads, if she could get them, enjoy a few snacks and participate in as much socialization as she could stand, and then move on.
At first, honestly, Re-L had been too soaked up in the fish to notice much else. A girl from a frozen wasteland who'd never seen butterflies outside of holograms before this place could be excused for that, couldn't she? But then, naturally, as anyone who breathed and took in pheromones, she begins to take in her company instead. He's a good looking man if she's honest, and she's never seen red hair before in her life.
Her time in Lunatia, however, had made it so that Re-L Mayer finally notices a lingering glance. Before Iggy had had to tell her, had to point out people's affections and lingering gazes. It wasn't that she hadn't noticed, necessarily, as much as she didn't care. Until now, anyway, when she raises an eyebrow as he tells her that he wasn't thinking about kissing her. Which is a bold-faced lie, she thinks. ]
Why would I bother to bring it up if I wasn't? [ She pauses, and then tips her head slightly before she placidly offers. ]
You shouldn't waste time pretending you don't want things that you do. There's no sense in it.
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Renji's gaze slides back towards her, cautious and deliberate, wondering at her uncanny ability to pin him down with one glance. Is she that good, or is he that transparent? (Well... he's definitely transparent.) ]
I suppose not.
[ Re-L's not wrong, it is a senseless thing to do. Then again, he is a rather senseless person. ]
So was that you makin' a move? Your technique's pretty blunt, ain't it.
[ Although Renji doesn't particularly mind a woman who knows what she wants. He takes her reply as an invitation to drift closer, closing the respectful distance that he'd kept in two long strides, stepping into the edge of her personal space. He's tentative and careful, a sharp contrast to the rough cadence of his speech and the rigid way he carries himself. It's hard enough for Renji to lay his desire out bare for the people he has a deep connection to, never mind to a woman he'd only just met, whose name he could barely wrap around his tongue. Still... the subtle influence of the aphrodisiacs helps him along, makes it impossible to resist closing the gap between them. ]
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[ It's something she'd learned a long time ago, Renji. People aren't all that hard to read - not when you've seen a lot of them, anyway, and definitely not when you're taught how to read them as any good Inspector would be. Granted, she'd not the best at being a person, from time to time. She had to learn a few things from a literal robot in order to do that.
Still, she watches him with that aloof interest as his gaze turns back to her, pushing her dark hair over her shoulder as if presenting more pale skin may make it a bit more tempting for him.
Still, she gives an amused little sound as he tells her that her technique is blunt, lips twitching up in to somewhat of a smirk before settling into something more neutral. ]
If you'd prefer someone who would drape themselves on your shoulder and bat their eyelashes and hope that you'd somehow receive the message, then I think you might want to look elsewhere. I prefer not to play games or tactics now that life isn't a chess game.
[ Romdeau in and of itself was a chess game, though she'd not realized what pieces she'd held for a little too long. He comes closer and Re-L stays in place, for a moment. At least until he's just within the bubble of her space, and then she's leaning a bit closer, helping to close the gap between them. They're face to face, here, lingering close, Re-L's dark lashes drooping slightly as she, for once, settles in to rib him for a bit longer. ]
Is this the part where I turn to the left and make you come in close again?
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Hah... Wouldn't say I prefer it.
[ Renji grins, a little less sheepishly this time. Admittedly, even if Re-L was inclined to bat her eyelashes or drape herself over him, there's a very small chance that he'd pick up the message. And even if he does, the chance of him decoding the signal is even less likely. The straightforward approach is a surer bet by far, no chance for Renji to exercise his ignorance or talk himself away from the obvious.
And really, it can't be more obvious now, the way Re-L reduces the gap between them. If he stepped a few inches closer he'd already be touching her—lips, chest, hips meeting in a rush of heat. Renji... is not quite that bold. But his hand comes to smooth at her waist, testing her boundaries and his. ]
You ain't the type who plays games, right? [ His head cocks to the side, looking pretty smug for a guy who's too hesitant to kiss a beautiful woman who basically asked him to. ] So let's skip that part.
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Good, then we've dodged a problem. [ At least for now, anyway. Re-L doesn't seem too damn bothered by the fact that this is definitely something she wouldn't have been up to a few months ago. Not even something she would have dreamed about while still under the auspices of her grandfather and Romdeau Dome. But that was part of the fun of it, wasn't it? She got to explore and do just about anything or anyone she wanted when she wanted it.
Finally, he touches her, and Re-L leans her weight into even the slight touch, smirking as he asks her whether she's the type to play games.
Part of her is tempted to answer that, in a past life, yes, she had been the type to play games. To pull strings in order to get what she wants, when she wants it. But here and now, with him pressed closer than before, and wanting more than that, even? Re-L just hums out an affirmative noise and requests. ]
Then stop talking. [ If he's hesitant to lean in and do it, Re-L will broach the distance instead, leaning in to kiss him. For now it's gentle, requesting, testing his boundaries. ]
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Renji takes the direction to shut up to heart, his head inclining so that his lips meet hers to ensure his silence. The hesitation lasts for all of a moment, before both his hands are at her hips and he presses forwards, lips parting slightly. The Chroma blooming in their touch is warm and comfortable, easing his guard down and loosening the tight hold of his inhibitions. His eyes close briefly, before half-opening again as he pulls away.
Feeling emboldened, Renji is quick to lean in for a second kiss, more insistent. Everywhere they touch hums with a pleasant sensation, his lips tingling and his fingers at her waist flexing. When their lips part, Renji pauses this time, breath exhaling hot and heavy. ]
...So, satisfied?
[ There's a touch of gravity in his low voice. He certainly doesn't sound satisfied, the way his tone takes on a husky quality and his body hasn't moved an inch away but, well. Re-L was thinking about kissing him and now she had. If she has more in mind, though, Renji appears willing to hear her out. ]
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[ He may still have turned her head. Many fellow citizens of Romdeau Dome were designed not to stand out, in the end. Re-L Mayer with her crystal blue eyes had, with her bright blue makeup had, and Vincent Law with those bright green eyes had. Renji has the benefit of that bright red hair to draw her attention, much like a magpie to shine, and so Re-L Mayer's attention had fallen on him in the first place beyond just her company into the tunnel. Of course, he'd also gained a few points for his height, as well.
Chroma, plus whatever is in the pipes here, sends her quickly abuzz. Physical contact wasn't all that popular in Romdeau Dome - hell, emotions weren't thought to be necessary, there, but the more people touch her without looking as though they've reverently touched something holy, the more she craves it. He leans in for a second kiss and her hand trails up his chest, body leaning in to betray just how much she isn't quenched by a kiss or two.
At the very least, she continues to be clear : ]
No, not really. [ So instead she'll press closer, emboldened by the fact he hasn't moved away and that deeper tone striking a few chords. ] Are you?
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