[ yeah, real terrible. if sena was really terrible, he wouldn't have invited him up at all, now would he. maybe he is getting a little amusement out of how much he just blew leo's mind. (a lot of it.)
the smirk stays firmly on his face, and he doesn't need to slow down to know that leo will catch up to him. instead, sena makes it about to his door, then leans backwards, reaching out to rest one hand on the doorframe and lean against it. it cocks his hip, just a little, pushing backwards. ]
Ousama, you're so~o weak. [ making fun of him pretty much directly now, he rolls his head back again, looking down at him. ] I'm amazed you could even walk this far...~
[ That's why he's terrible! But Leo would be upset if Sena had such a thing and didn't invite him up and he'd found out about it later. He looks so good! He doesn't know where to touch him first!
He opts for the popped hip, fingers dancing across lace like Sena's body is a set of keys. His eyes are keenly focused on the play of the lace, the pattern, the way it stands out against that perfect pale skin. And even if Sena is picking on him, he doesn't even care because he's beautiful and he knows there's more to him than being so mean. ]
I'd walk forever to see Sena like this ~ Of course I'm weak, look at you!
[ sena's ego really doesn't need any more stroking, but he's getting it now, with leo's words. as usual, he's obnoxiously honest, saying everything and anything that comes to his mind, but... sena is finding he doesn't mind all that much today.
his body arches just a little bit into the touches, coming up underneath his hands. he is, unfortunately, in perfect, model shape--thin and a bit noodley, sure, but his skin is soft and reactive, and he colors nicely underneath his hands, a pink flush to his skin.
he keeps smirking, the expression just getting shittier by the moment. ] Mm. What are you going to do about it, then, ou~sa~ma? I could change.
Don't you dare change. [ Whatever remained of his whiny tone shifts into a command, serious if it weren't any other situation, because Leo hates the mere idea of it. Not when Sena looks so goddamn gorgeous, and there's about a thousand symphonies in his head waiting to be written about how the light illuminates him, how his eyes have a different kind of spark in them when he's like this.
He reaches out his other hand to match the first, thumbs sweeping along the jut of his hipbones and then digging in gently. It's a possessive touch, just as much as it is adoring, and he steps into his space and tilts his head up so that he's right there, close enough to kiss him but stopping. ]
I know exactly what I'm gonna do about it. But are you ready for it? [ #king mode ]
though sena bitches about how annoying leo is when he's whining, he still loves him (unfortunately) but this is a whole other thing entirely. he can almost hear leo's posture change, feels the possessiveness in his grip, thumbs against his skin. it gets to him almost instantly, sending a bolt of heat down his spine, and he leans back into him, comfortable with the proximity as easily as anything.
it presses their bodies together, sena's back against leo's front, and he reaches an arm around to wrap around his head from behind, draping over his shoulder. that same, shitty smirk is now just an inch from leo's mouth, and he talks low and quiet, just for the two of them. ] I can handle anything you throw at me, ousama.
[ this is an entirely different kind of night, and sena is so into it. ]
[ Having to stand up on his toes like this to even reach Sena is pretty normal, but Leo doesn't really care, not when he has him so close. Even with only the lingerie on, his body is warm, and he closes his eyes with a little noise at the back of his throat, almost a purr, at every point of contact between them. It's not very often that he feels a particular interest in what he's thinking about right now - he loves attention from Izumi, loves getting fucked so thoroughly, loves the fact that he can let go and that this beautiful and caring and perfect person will keep all the pieces of him together if he falls apart - but, well.
Sometimes he does. His eyes flutter closed for a moment, and his mouth curls into something cat-like and pleased, before it spreads even further into a Cheshire grin. ]
If that's what my beloved knight believes, then..~ [ And he draws away, standing flat on his feet and going to sweep an arm behind his knees, the other one braced behind his shoulders to support him perfectly when he scoops him up. Little as he is, scrawny as he seems, all of Leo's weight is made of lean muscle.
He goes to carry him right into the bedroom proper, towards the bed. ]
[ well, okay, sena can handle anything leo's going to throw at him, but this is not part of that. he throws his arms around his shoulders with a startled-- ] What the fuck! [ and proceeds to cling on much like a cat. really, if he had claws, leo would be getting them.
and of course, the bitching has to continue, so. ] Don't just pick people up with no warning, asshole! I can walk! You are sooo annoying!!
[ Leo pretty much ignores any and every bit of bitching that comes his way, although he does chirp out ] sooo annoying!! [ in exact time with Sena when he does it. Because he does it. And is predictable like that.
But he cheerfully carries him to the bed, and instead of just throwing him down...
Actually puts him down like he's a delicate, precious thing. Because he is, to Leo. He puts him down so that his butt is at the edge of the bed, letting his legs hang down as he moves to step between them. ] U~hu.
[ sena continues to bitch--he grabs leo's cheek and pulls when he imitates him, because what a brat, but being set down makes it calm down just a little. he glowers at him instead, cranky as he gets settled, but he's clearly not that mad, considering he immediately spreads his thighs to make room for him. ]
You're a brat. [ he decides to just go ahead and reiterate that, but sena also leans backwards, sliding back on his palms and putting himself on display. in true model fashion, he looks lovely, tilting his head back just a little to show off the pale skin of his throat--even his pout is, unfortunately, very, very attractive. the lace offsets his skin nicely, a pale, icy blue, and even as far from his face as it is, it makes his blue eyes stand out even more. ]
[ he seems almost anticipatory, though, waiting for something that's coming. ]
[ Though the whining rears its head when Sena pulls his cheek, Leo doesn't lose the air that he's suddenly pulled up, standing above him and just - watching him lay back. It looks exactly like a pose out of one of his photoshoots, and it sends a thrill down into Leo's spine, through his body, leaving something pooling low in his gut. ]
You complain an awful lot. [ Bitchy. He reaches down to ghost his fingers up one of his thighs, but it's as he's going to set a knee on the bed between Sena's legs. He has a plan of what he wants to do, but he wants to give his beautiful, haughty boyfriend the praise and body worship he so rightly deserves.
Even if his ego doesn't goddamn need it. ] But it's okay. It doesn't distract from just how gorgeous you look. ♥
[ sena does in fact complain a lot, but he wouldn't be himself if he didn't. besides, his body doesn't match up his harsh words: he let his heel slide down a little further to open up for leo when he leans on the bed, making plenty of space for him to touch. leo's fingers are familiar, making the lingerie fabric dip just a little underneath his touch, and sena just tilts his head back properly to look at him, the smirk on his face returning. ]
It's just work. [ it's "just work" his ass, he would not have worn this home under his regular clothes if he didn't want leo to see it, and he sure as hell wouldn't have called him up, either.
it's not just work. he just wanted to do something special for his boyfriend. ...not that he's ever going to admit that, though. the praise makes him glow a little, though it's subdued, pleased. ]
Nothing you ever do is just work, Se~na. [ Bracing his hand against the very thigh that he was just barely brushing across, Leo moves to put the other against the bed next to his ribs on one side, leaning down over him and sighing sweetly. He really is gorgeous, and for as icy as he is, he's warm, perfect, pale skin flushing here and there with attention, made more obvious with the color of the lace. It matches his eyes so perfectly...
He goes a little further over him, hand sliding up his thigh and to his side in preparation. ] And, anyways, if it were just work... I wouldn't get you all to myself, would I?
[ Unfortunate that he has to share Sena Izumi with the world, whether it's through his modeling work or the stupid vlogs they do, together and independently (or with Sena's roommates, in his case). But at least he has these moments. Being alone with him is honestly the greatest thing that Leo could ever ask for, could ever want, and he ducks down to kiss his way up the length of his body, from navel to sternum to collar. ]
[ you'd think someone like izumi sena would complain about this praise, but, secretly, he loves it. sena's eating this right up, every reverent touch, every way leo's mouth trails up his bare skin. looking at him from this position isn't that unusual, though sena tops more often than not, and he doesn't mind it or anything, but it is making a bit of a flush rise up to his cheeks.
he's plenty confident. he looks good in this. it's ousama being unfortunately perceptive that got him, a brief widening of those ice blue eyes before he turns them away with a "hmph", like a pouty child.
(leo's right; every job izumi takes is to make his career grow a little more. he's worked and worked and worked to get to where he is, and he'd never sacrifice it. it figures this cheeky brat would know everything about him from the get-go.) ] Keep that up, see what happens.
[ it's grumbled and he clearly doesn't mean it. yeah, he's not going anywhere. ]
[ Nosing into the crook of his neck and shoulder, Leo breathes in that sweet, soft smell that is just unmistakably Sena. He's always smelled good, and it's just - unfair. So he wants to bury himself in it, in him, wrap his limbs around him and never let go. It's so selfish, and he knows it. A selfish king, down to his very, selfless core, and he can't find it in himself to care.
Usually he's the one bottoming, and he's perfectly fine with that. Leo loves it, and hte fact that he can fall apart in any direction and Sena will be there. But, sometimes, he wants to take care of Sena like he takes care of him. ]
Hm~m? Obviously I'll just have to make sure that Sena is lavished in the attention he deserves, right? [ He balances his weight on his knees, putting both of his hands on his thighs and spreading his legs. Man, his model boyfriend is so flexible. It's nice. ]
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the smirk stays firmly on his face, and he doesn't need to slow down to know that leo will catch up to him. instead, sena makes it about to his door, then leans backwards, reaching out to rest one hand on the doorframe and lean against it. it cocks his hip, just a little, pushing backwards. ]
Ousama, you're so~o weak. [ making fun of him pretty much directly now, he rolls his head back again, looking down at him. ] I'm amazed you could even walk this far...~
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He opts for the popped hip, fingers dancing across lace like Sena's body is a set of keys. His eyes are keenly focused on the play of the lace, the pattern, the way it stands out against that perfect pale skin. And even if Sena is picking on him, he doesn't even care because he's beautiful and he knows there's more to him than being so mean. ]
I'd walk forever to see Sena like this ~ Of course I'm weak, look at you!
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his body arches just a little bit into the touches, coming up underneath his hands. he is, unfortunately, in perfect, model shape--thin and a bit noodley, sure, but his skin is soft and reactive, and he colors nicely underneath his hands, a pink flush to his skin.
he keeps smirking, the expression just getting shittier by the moment. ] Mm. What are you going to do about it, then, ou~sa~ma? I could change.
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He reaches out his other hand to match the first, thumbs sweeping along the jut of his hipbones and then digging in gently. It's a possessive touch, just as much as it is adoring, and he steps into his space and tilts his head up so that he's right there, close enough to kiss him but stopping. ]
I know exactly what I'm gonna do about it. But are you ready for it? [ #king mode ]
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though sena bitches about how annoying leo is when he's whining, he still loves him (unfortunately) but this is a whole other thing entirely. he can almost hear leo's posture change, feels the possessiveness in his grip, thumbs against his skin. it gets to him almost instantly, sending a bolt of heat down his spine, and he leans back into him, comfortable with the proximity as easily as anything.
it presses their bodies together, sena's back against leo's front, and he reaches an arm around to wrap around his head from behind, draping over his shoulder. that same, shitty smirk is now just an inch from leo's mouth, and he talks low and quiet, just for the two of them. ] I can handle anything you throw at me, ousama.
[ this is an entirely different kind of night, and sena is so into it. ]
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Sometimes he does. His eyes flutter closed for a moment, and his mouth curls into something cat-like and pleased, before it spreads even further into a Cheshire grin. ]
If that's what my beloved knight believes, then..~ [ And he draws away, standing flat on his feet and going to sweep an arm behind his knees, the other one braced behind his shoulders to support him perfectly when he scoops him up. Little as he is, scrawny as he seems, all of Leo's weight is made of lean muscle.
He goes to carry him right into the bedroom proper, towards the bed. ]
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and of course, the bitching has to continue, so. ] Don't just pick people up with no warning, asshole! I can walk! You are sooo annoying!!
[ CHOOUUU UZAIII ]
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But he cheerfully carries him to the bed, and instead of just throwing him down...
Actually puts him down like he's a delicate, precious thing. Because he is, to Leo. He puts him down so that his butt is at the edge of the bed, letting his legs hang down as he moves to step between them. ] U~hu.
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You're a brat. [ he decides to just go ahead and reiterate that, but sena also leans backwards, sliding back on his palms and putting himself on display. in true model fashion, he looks lovely, tilting his head back just a little to show off the pale skin of his throat--even his pout is, unfortunately, very, very attractive. the lace offsets his skin nicely, a pale, icy blue, and even as far from his face as it is, it makes his blue eyes stand out even more. ]
[ he seems almost anticipatory, though, waiting for something that's coming. ]
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You complain an awful lot. [ Bitchy. He reaches down to ghost his fingers up one of his thighs, but it's as he's going to set a knee on the bed between Sena's legs. He has a plan of what he wants to do, but he wants to give his beautiful, haughty boyfriend the praise and body worship he so rightly deserves.
Even if his ego doesn't goddamn need it. ] But it's okay. It doesn't distract from just how gorgeous you look. ♥
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It's just work. [ it's "just work" his ass, he would not have worn this home under his regular clothes if he didn't want leo to see it, and he sure as hell wouldn't have called him up, either.
it's not just work. he just wanted to do something special for his boyfriend. ...not that he's ever going to admit that, though. the praise makes him glow a little, though it's subdued, pleased. ]
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He goes a little further over him, hand sliding up his thigh and to his side in preparation. ] And, anyways, if it were just work... I wouldn't get you all to myself, would I?
[ Unfortunate that he has to share Sena Izumi with the world, whether it's through his modeling work or the stupid vlogs they do, together and independently (or with Sena's roommates, in his case). But at least he has these moments. Being alone with him is honestly the greatest thing that Leo could ever ask for, could ever want, and he ducks down to kiss his way up the length of his body, from navel to sternum to collar. ]
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he's plenty confident. he looks good in this. it's ousama being unfortunately perceptive that got him, a brief widening of those ice blue eyes before he turns them away with a "hmph", like a pouty child.
(leo's right; every job izumi takes is to make his career grow a little more. he's worked and worked and worked to get to where he is, and he'd never sacrifice it. it figures this cheeky brat would know everything about him from the get-go.) ] Keep that up, see what happens.
[ it's grumbled and he clearly doesn't mean it. yeah, he's not going anywhere. ]
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Usually he's the one bottoming, and he's perfectly fine with that. Leo loves it, and hte fact that he can fall apart in any direction and Sena will be there. But, sometimes, he wants to take care of Sena like he takes care of him. ]
Hm~m? Obviously I'll just have to make sure that Sena is lavished in the attention he deserves, right? [ He balances his weight on his knees, putting both of his hands on his thighs and spreading his legs. Man, his model boyfriend is so flexible. It's nice. ]