[ Toji's eyebrows both quirk upward at the confession, but it's interesting to see this unfold before his eyes. He tries to act nonchalant about it, but the reality is he doesn't let people do this often to him. He isn't going to explore what that could possibly mean in regards to how he feels about Choso or anything like that. Toji hums, pulling away from Choso and sauntering to the bed, rolling his shoulders and stretching the expanse of muscle across his back. ]
I'm tired, so you can do all the work this time.
[ He makes himself comfortable on the bed, fetching some lubricant and setting it on the nightstand. ]
You're going to use that, and no condom.
[ what hello ]
If you have a problem with that, I'll kill you. Simple as that.
[ it's dangerous. this is dangerous. he wants this too much. his teeth ache and his tongue yearns for a taste and Toji is giving him everything too easily. could it be a trap?
would Choso care if it was? ]
Am I allowed to touch you how I want?
[ he's already at the bed, crawling onto sheets between Toji's legs. the stink of blood is a sharp thing, cloying, made all the more evident when he uses a ribbon of it to pull the lubricant off the nightstand and into his palm, easy and without thought or care. this isn't the tub, with all that pesky water disrupting his cursed technique; here in the perfect, warm dark of Toji's room, Choso holds the most control over himself he ever has since they started playing this dangerous game. ]
[ He's already peeled his underwear off by the time that Choso joins him, and Toji thinks it's probably a little strange that they're both having a relatively.. vanilla evening, considering everything else they've done. Well, whatever.
He lies back against the pillows and stretches out, both of his hands tucking behind his own head as he considers what Choso is asking. ]
Keep your nasty blood off of me, but fine. You've been good tonight.
[ Toji just has to have some form of control, especially when allowing himself to be in such a vulnerable state, but after losing everything he has money wise in one night, some spiked drinks, he's feeling a little peculiar, like maybe he's lost a little sense of self. ]
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I'm tired, so you can do all the work this time.
[ He makes himself comfortable on the bed, fetching some lubricant and setting it on the nightstand. ]
You're going to use that, and no condom.
[ what hello ]
If you have a problem with that, I'll kill you. Simple as that.
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[ it's dangerous. this is dangerous. he wants this too much. his teeth ache and his tongue yearns for a taste and Toji is giving him everything too easily. could it be a trap?
would Choso care if it was? ]
Am I allowed to touch you how I want?
[ he's already at the bed, crawling onto sheets between Toji's legs. the stink of blood is a sharp thing, cloying, made all the more evident when he uses a ribbon of it to pull the lubricant off the nightstand and into his palm, easy and without thought or care. this isn't the tub, with all that pesky water disrupting his cursed technique; here in the perfect, warm dark of Toji's room, Choso holds the most control over himself he ever has since they started playing this dangerous game. ]
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He lies back against the pillows and stretches out, both of his hands tucking behind his own head as he considers what Choso is asking. ]
Keep your nasty blood off of me, but fine. You've been good tonight.
[ Toji just has to have some form of control, especially when allowing himself to be in such a vulnerable state, but after losing everything he has money wise in one night, some spiked drinks, he's feeling a little peculiar, like maybe he's lost a little sense of self. ]