This time, he doesn't just slink in and lounge around. Not exactly. He definitely slinks, but instead of lounging around, he lounges specifically on Shirasu. Wherever the other man may be. He'd love to come sliding in around the neck from behind to drape, but, you know.
Sometimes, Shirasu is being a butt and lying on the bed.]
[it's fine, because he's on the couch this time, actually? so it's entirely possible for hisoka to appear and drape on him, which he allows despite the fact that he probably noticed him approaching.]
...what is it.
[he tilts his head back just far enough to try to glance at hisoka, a brow raised. it's the last week, what else does he want?
well. shirasu knows what he wants. he's just not acknowledging it easily.]
Mm. [He draws a few nailed fingers teasingly up the front of Shirasu's neck. His sag is lazy but mostly supported by the couch, arms around Shirasu's collar.] Are you moping?
[There's a little bit of a exasperated grunt. His lips brush Shirasu's neck, but don't kiss.]
Cheeky. I see the right one came back with me through the portal.
[His arms loosen, and he draws away, almost like he intends to leave again. But instead, he loops around the side of the couch and stops in front of Shirasu to crouch down in front of the other man's knees. His eyes peer up through his lashes without raising his head.]
I don't think I've ever begged for anything in my life.
And I'm certain I've ended up with the correct one as well, considering how persistent you are.
[he doesn't react outwardly to that slight brush, the slight prickling of his skin the only sign that shirasu notices it at all. honestly, he minds the contact a little less after those portals-- it's sort of grounding, in a way, after seeing so many ghosts and what-ifs... so he doesn't shove hisoka away.
instead he just watches as he settles there in front of him, one brow slowly arching while he takes that in.
then he shifts to straighten and lean forward a bit, elbow propped on one knee, chin resting in his palm.]
I didn't expect you had. Why did you think I asked you to?
[he was being rude, that's why. also, he didn't think hisoka ever would. but he reaches out with his other hand, tipping hisoka's chin up just slightly.]
[His head tilts up, but his eyes remain hovering on Shirasu’s lips. There’s intent, though he surprisingly doesn’t follow through. Yet. He thinks about trying to find a loophole, but knows Shirasu will call him out on it.]
I want you to kiss me.
[He’ll start there. The corners of his lips get the hints of a smirk. He wants to see what Shirasu will do.]
[he doesn't act just yet. he's still considering-- still toeing the line between actually following through and continuing to toy with hisoka, deciding which will win out in the end.
the hand at his chin shifts, thumb brushing hisoka's lower lip very briefly.]
I should have expected you'd want me to do the work...
You wanted me to beg. You should make up your mind.
[His eyes shine mischievously. For a moment, he considered teasing with the true name, but he won’t.
He doesn’t pull Shirasu’s hand away so much as just curl his fingers around the wrist to stop it from escaping. There’s probably not a single ounce of hesitation in Hisoka, so, unprompted, he leans forward to try taking the kiss from Shirasu instead.]
I'm only saying you're in less of a position to make requests.
[he's curious, though, just what hisoka might do, especially after shirasu has held out on him. so when fingers curl around his wrist, he allows it, and he doesn't pull away from the kiss hisoka steals either.
...he does pull back just enough to keep the pressure light, though. teasing.]
You're the one with something you want, after all.
[His gaze jumps back and forth over Shirasu’s eyes, studying. He still doesn’t hesitate to chase after Shirasu’s mouth, sliding his chest forward between the man’s legs and over the lap.]
You don’t have to play hard to get. I won’t tell. Depending on who is left, we may never even see each other again. You would be rid of me for good.
I'm sure I've told you before that I'm not playing.
[he is hard to get. shirasu doesn't take much interest in this sort of thing on his own.]
We may never meet again, or we may see more of each other than expected. [a brief pause, there.] If it's possible, if I get them back or can at least transport any survivors elsewhere... I've decided it's easier to find a suitable world than to change ours.
[so there's a good chance they're going to the same place, if everything works out. he's still not pushing hisoka away.]
[He pauses long enough to look mildly surprised, and then a grin slowly creeps in on his mouth.] You've made your decision then. [It's not a question. But aside from that, Hisoka miraculously doesn't give Shirasu any shit for the choice.]
You can make your own little village. [The farthest he can reach is the bottom of Shirasu's neck just between the collar, and he lets his lips brush there.] Then you'll be stuck with me paying visits when I'm bored. [Kind of like here.
His fingers dip into the wide edge of material by Shirasu's ribs, and he rubs the backs of his nails along the net and the skin, testing.]
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[the final countdown] you knew this was coming
This time, he doesn't just slink in and lounge around. Not exactly. He definitely slinks, but instead of lounging around, he lounges specifically on Shirasu. Wherever the other man may be. He'd love to come sliding in around the neck from behind to drape, but, you know.
Sometimes, Shirasu is being a butt and lying on the bed.]
i hate this
...what is it.
[he tilts his head back just far enough to try to glance at hisoka, a brow raised. it's the last week, what else does he want?
well. shirasu knows what he wants. he's just not acknowledging it easily.]
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I came to see if you were interested now.
[No use beating around the bush.]
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[there's a slight grin, at that, though one that doesn't entirely reach his eyes. it's been-- a time, after those portals, after everything.]
You'll have to be a little more convincing than that.
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Cheeky. I see the right one came back with me through the portal.
[His arms loosen, and he draws away, almost like he intends to leave again. But instead, he loops around the side of the couch and stops in front of Shirasu to crouch down in front of the other man's knees. His eyes peer up through his lashes without raising his head.]
I don't think I've ever begged for anything in my life.
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[he doesn't react outwardly to that slight brush, the slight prickling of his skin the only sign that shirasu notices it at all. honestly, he minds the contact a little less after those portals-- it's sort of grounding, in a way, after seeing so many ghosts and what-ifs... so he doesn't shove hisoka away.
instead he just watches as he settles there in front of him, one brow slowly arching while he takes that in.
then he shifts to straighten and lean forward a bit, elbow propped on one knee, chin resting in his palm.]
I didn't expect you had. Why did you think I asked you to?
[he was being rude, that's why. also, he didn't think hisoka ever would. but he reaches out with his other hand, tipping hisoka's chin up just slightly.]
This isn't a bad look on you though, I suppose.
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[His head tilts up, but his eyes remain hovering on Shirasu’s lips. There’s intent, though he surprisingly doesn’t follow through. Yet. He thinks about trying to find a loophole, but knows Shirasu will call him out on it.]
I want you to kiss me.
[He’ll start there. The corners of his lips get the hints of a smirk. He wants to see what Shirasu will do.]
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[he doesn't act just yet. he's still considering-- still toeing the line between actually following through and continuing to toy with hisoka, deciding which will win out in the end.
the hand at his chin shifts, thumb brushing hisoka's lower lip very briefly.]
I should have expected you'd want me to do the work...
[for now, his decision is 'not so easily'.
but it's also not a no.]
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[His eyes shine mischievously. For a moment, he considered teasing with the true name, but he won’t.
He doesn’t pull Shirasu’s hand away so much as just curl his fingers around the wrist to stop it from escaping. There’s probably not a single ounce of hesitation in Hisoka, so, unprompted, he leans forward to try taking the kiss from Shirasu instead.]
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[he's curious, though, just what hisoka might do, especially after shirasu has held out on him. so when fingers curl around his wrist, he allows it, and he doesn't pull away from the kiss hisoka steals either.
...he does pull back just enough to keep the pressure light, though. teasing.]
You're the one with something you want, after all.
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You don’t have to play hard to get. I won’t tell. Depending on who is left, we may never even see each other again. You would be rid of me for good.
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[he is hard to get. shirasu doesn't take much interest in this sort of thing on his own.]
We may never meet again, or we may see more of each other than expected. [a brief pause, there.] If it's possible, if I get them back or can at least transport any survivors elsewhere... I've decided it's easier to find a suitable world than to change ours.
[so there's a good chance they're going to the same place, if everything works out. he's still not pushing hisoka away.]
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You can make your own little village. [The farthest he can reach is the bottom of Shirasu's neck just between the collar, and he lets his lips brush there.] Then you'll be stuck with me paying visits when I'm bored. [Kind of like here.
His fingers dip into the wide edge of material by Shirasu's ribs, and he rubs the backs of his nails along the net and the skin, testing.]