[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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[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.]