[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.]
[He licks at his own lips, concentrating as his hands circle around to Jay's front again, shirt now properly rucked up to match his own situation. He reaches one hand to brush over a nipple, fingertips still lightly charged to excite the nerves there, the other he uses to drag a line back down toward the front of Jays pants--that one he curls into a loose fist, vibrating it so that Jay can feel it where the knuckles of his fingers press down his belly toward Pink's goal.]
[there is something extremely tempting about just going with this— he can’t deny that all of that feels very, very good. But he still remembers the prank from bingo.
Or rather, he never quite forgot it— and it’s tempting to do so now.
But he pulls back just slightly, this time not quite hiding the flash of red in his eyes, bringing out that arousal with Machai Provocation.
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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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[He licks at his own lips, concentrating as his hands circle around to Jay's front again, shirt now properly rucked up to match his own situation. He reaches one hand to brush over a nipple, fingertips still lightly charged to excite the nerves there, the other he uses to drag a line back down toward the front of Jays pants--that one he curls into a loose fist, vibrating it so that Jay can feel it where the knuckles of his fingers press down his belly toward Pink's goal.]
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Or rather, he never quite forgot it— and it’s tempting to do so now.
But he pulls back just slightly, this time not quite hiding the flash of red in his eyes, bringing out that arousal with Machai Provocation.
And then he starts to pull back more]
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WELL, PINK IS AWAKE NOW]
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