[what-- he just stares at him, and then laughs. what else can he do in this situation. this is so ridiculous, because he remembers the last time, and he pulls back, pushing his shirt back down.]
There is no way I let you get me with that again. Next thing I know, you're a tanuki and then what, huh?
[look, honestly, the thing he should be concerned about is just basically how ripped he is. there isn't an ounce of fat on his frame. have fun with that.]
[and it's at this point, that Jay pushes Pink off of him, and instead leans over him.]
That's what I need.
[now honestly, things have shifted. it's not a couch they're on, it's something more nondescript as Jay tries to figure out what type of dream this actually is. but he is definitely on top.]
[Well he didn't get a look, it just felt like a lot of definition for a single finger poke! Also probably subconsciously more guarded the more the scenery drifts from the moment it was in, but he also doesn't seem to notice as much as Jay does.]
I dunno what kinda guarantee I'm supposed ta give other than that it's not a game right now 'n I'm not on Wild City?
[Possibly letting Pink's subconscious decide where they are is gonna be a little weird right now. The couch they've 'returned' to is familiar--redeemed only by Thorn's hard work at reupholstering it from the slashed up mess it came as.
Pink absolutely doesn't notice and won't even remember when it changed when he wakes, busy making a startled noise in his throat as he's swallowed up by that kiss.]
[nope, no startling. Though he definitely can fill in the details of the rest of the room. Especially once things snap into place. It’s almost indistinguishable from the real Bad End with his help.
But he’s not focused on the room really— he’s more focused on the kiss. His hand finds the hem of his shirt and slides underneath it, pushing it up. This time, he’s more aggressive.]
[Why boys gotta aggress?? Though Pink isn't really making bad sounds about it, pressing up against Jay's hands when he's touched, mouth already open for the slide of his tongue.]
[realistically, it's his taste in boys. he's going for the satans and the senpai lights. it is to be expected! but hey, even if this is a less open space for pink, it's a slightly more relaxing space for jay. and he doesn't miss that there is an attempt to keep up in this space.
he takes advantage of his open mouth, sliding his tongue inside, and continuing to force his shirt up. honestly, it's pretty easy to unbutton it. like isn't that how you manage sailor uniforms anyway?]
[It's just as likely to have been a gakuran but whatever his top is is entirely unimportant right now, and so it's easily spread aside as soon as Jay makes the effort to get rid of it. Details his dream is hanging on to: probably the fact that he still tastes like alcoholic freeze pop. He shivers from a combination of adrenaline and pleasure, not taking long to get a bit overwhelmed and having to pull back--though there's not much room to--breathing hard almost entirely because of the intensity at this point. Despite that, his own hands reach to trace a path under Jay's clothes, fingers dipping just below the waist of Jay's pants.]
[his pants in this case, are jeans-- black, and he doesn't have nearly as many belts and buckles on them as some members of bad end. and there's almost a hint of surprise at how forward he's being there, even as Jay feels him pull back.
but he doesn't give him much space to do that, his mouth moving to his neck, and lets his hands have free roam over his chest for the moment]
[Getting both palms pressed against Jay's hips and... he can't turn into a tanuki, but he can... zap him.
Except the stinging feels less sharp and uncomfortable and more.. like a vibrating pleasantness. because he's put way too much thought toward electrostim in the waking world.]
[it’s impossible to not notice that, and it gets him to pull away— quick but not quite with a jerk, and not far from where he just was. His breath can still be felt over the wet spot where his mouth just was. He gives a slight laugh— really?
He lowers his head slightly, hiding the red flash in his eyes as he gets a sense for what Pink is feeling just then.
He has unit powers he can use for tricks too, okay.]
[Stupidly attracted and aroused, mischievous, smug, nebulously nervous, but there's a haze over everything that might discourage him; dream Pink is generally lacking in caution, more over-confident on top of being hedonistic, his natural mistrust mostly manifesting 'physically' in how he shivers and seems a little on the edge of being overloaded already by all this contact that he isn't in direct control of from someone he doesn't know well.
He's working on more sense of control now, though, drawing lines up Jay's back with his fingertips, the bite of electricity following them like warm points under his shirt--not quite the way it'd really feel but fantasy is fantasy.]
[he doesn't stop him from moving his hands-- honestly, his shirt is pretty easy to slide up. in general, his style matches the more western punk styles. but there's something real nice about the localized warmth.]
That all you got, though...?
[honestly, he's going to give him a real charming grin-- somehow, despite how his skin is starting to flush red.]
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obviously?]
Only finest drinks for the one gremlin to actually get me in a prank.
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[Dream Pink is not Shy. He will absolutely come climb on Jay if he's not stopped.]
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[he can play hard to get, Pink. but also, he's not stopping him from anything right now.]
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[Ok, starts pulling Jay's shirt up, planting his mouth on Jay's like this is just what they do now.]
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There is no way I let you get me with that again. Next thing I know, you're a tanuki and then what, huh?
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[Doesn't try to get Jay to let go of his shirt but does stick a finger back under it to poke him--muscles.......]
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Nah, I need a guarantee.
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[Looks genuinely confused for a moment as he looks up again--completely distracted, sorry]
Huh?
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Guarantee.
[and it's at this point, that Jay pushes Pink off of him, and instead leans over him.]
That's what I need.
[now honestly, things have shifted. it's not a couch they're on, it's something more nondescript as Jay tries to figure out what type of dream this actually is. but he is definitely on top.]
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I dunno what kinda guarantee I'm supposed ta give other than that it's not a game right now 'n I'm not on Wild City?
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and then he leans down and starts to kiss him. because that is how things work, right? except now he's over him, and he isn't holding back this time.]
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Pink absolutely doesn't notice and won't even remember when it changed when he wakes, busy making a startled noise in his throat as he's swallowed up by that kiss.]
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But he’s not focused on the room really— he’s more focused on the kiss. His hand finds the hem of his shirt and slides underneath it, pushing it up. This time, he’s more aggressive.]
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he takes advantage of his open mouth, sliding his tongue inside, and continuing to force his shirt up. honestly, it's pretty easy to unbutton it. like isn't that how you manage sailor uniforms anyway?]
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but he doesn't give him much space to do that, his mouth moving to his neck, and lets his hands have free roam over his chest for the moment]
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Except the stinging feels less sharp and uncomfortable and more.. like a vibrating pleasantness. because he's put way too much thought toward electrostim in the waking world.]
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He lowers his head slightly, hiding the red flash in his eyes as he gets a sense for what Pink is feeling just then.
He has unit powers he can use for tricks too, okay.]
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He's working on more sense of control now, though, drawing lines up Jay's back with his fingertips, the bite of electricity following them like warm points under his shirt--not quite the way it'd really feel but fantasy is fantasy.]
Ehe, no good?
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[he doesn't stop him from moving his hands-- honestly, his shirt is pretty easy to slide up. in general, his style matches the more western punk styles. but there's something real nice about the localized warmth.]
That all you got, though...?
[honestly, he's going to give him a real charming grin-- somehow, despite how his skin is starting to flush red.]
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