[Dodger's passed worse mouthfuls than vodka with kisses like this, so he can't complain at all. He accepts it eagerly, bringing a hand to Squalo's cheek and pressing his tongue into the younger man's mouth to taste the traces of alcohol. It takes him a moment longer before he finally breaks the kiss, struggling to catch his breath while his gaze darts over Squalo's face.]
You are so fucking beautiful...
[He steals another kiss, this one soft and short, before reaching to try and pull Squalo's shirt off. Better to move quickly, in case Squalo's head catches us and he puts an end to it.]
[ Squalo makes sure to swallow whatever leftovers of booze may still be in his mouth before grinning with a breathless laughter. He may or may not have noticed that Dodger knows about two entire adjectives for such situations, but being vain as he is, he's perfectly pleased just hearing the same thing endlessly and being shamelessly smug about it. ]
I know.
[ He leans in, trying to get another kiss, but he does drop the bottle and snatch Dodger's wrist-- more reflex than anything. He actually looks confused himself for a moment, then decides to roll with it. ]
... Just leave it on.
[ He guides the other man's hand under his shirt, pressing it nice and firm to his abdomen, then lets go, letting him continue independently while Squalo slides his good hand up Dodger's arm, rubbing his shoulder in a sensual manner that definitely doesn't feel particularly no homo platonic. ]
[ Part of him almost expects someone to come in. Xanxus, most of all. Barge in, grab him and remind him who he really belongs to. Save him from the flaming spiral of self destruction that winds wider with each turn. ]
[ There's nobody, though. No one comes in, no one catches him, no one stops him. But there's a warm body underneath him and he presses flush against it, desperately craving every bit of physical contact he can claim. ]
His lips twitch lazily, and he lets out a chuff of laughter. Of course Squalo knows, the man never has any doubt about his own value.
The hand on his wrist catches him by surprise as well, but he nods dumbly. So he moves his fingers over Squalo's abs instead, heating his skin just enough that they feel particularly good as he traces them along the younger man's skin.
It's been over a year, and part of him still expects the spell to be broken. His phone will buzz with some message from Augustine, telling him he needs to leave immediately and track someone. Or Crusher will break something, or Jason will call him up drunk. Fuck, there's plenty of people here that could drag him into something that trumps the gorgeous man on top of him. But none of that happens. He's free to take, and for once Squalo seems to be giving freely.
His fingers trace around to Squalo's back, pulling him in closer as Dodger seeks out a hungry kiss. He shifts his weigh, laying back on the couch and guiding Squalo down to grind slowly and purposefully against him. There's a look in his eyes that's almost entranced, put in a daze by just how much of a privilege he's being afforded. For once, Squalo Superbi is all his.]
[ To be fair, he's been all his before. But that probably seems like another world now. And then Squalo's rightful husband entered the scene and mixed it all up. ]
[ He's still there, but something between them seems to have broken. ]
[ Squalo doesn't know if he can repair it. ]
[ He doesn't want to think about it either. Not right now. Not when for the first time in weeks there's fingertips dancing over his skin that feel just the right amount of hot, not when he can finally lash out back at him, not when he can feel wanted again. ]
[ Even better, the man in front of him seems to understand what an amazing honor he's been granted to have Squalo want him in return. ]
[ He follows along downward, resting one forearm against the back of the couch to partly trap Dodger's face beside it and leaning in to accept that kiss, a little sloppy and lazy but there's still enough force and teeth for it to feel somewhat rough. ]
[ He backs off a little just to laugh breathlessly against the other's lips as he slowly rolls his hips, making sure to grind down at just the right angle. He smears more of their mixed blood against Dodger's cheek with the tip of his nose in a brush that's almost gentle before he's back for more kissing with a bite to his bottom lip. His free hand traces down Dodger's side, pausing at his waist and slipping under his shirt somewhere near the arson mark because that's delicious irony. ]
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You are so fucking beautiful...
[He steals another kiss, this one soft and short, before reaching to try and pull Squalo's shirt off. Better to move quickly, in case Squalo's head catches us and he puts an end to it.]
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[ sperm 8( ]
[ Squalo makes sure to swallow whatever leftovers of booze may still be in his mouth before grinning with a breathless laughter. He may or may not have noticed that Dodger knows about two entire adjectives for such situations, but being vain as he is, he's perfectly pleased just hearing the same thing endlessly and being shamelessly smug about it. ]
I know.
[ He leans in, trying to get another kiss, but he does drop the bottle and snatch Dodger's wrist-- more reflex than anything. He actually looks confused himself for a moment, then decides to roll with it. ]
... Just leave it on.
[ He guides the other man's hand under his shirt, pressing it nice and firm to his abdomen, then lets go, letting him continue independently while Squalo slides his good hand up Dodger's arm, rubbing his shoulder in a sensual manner that definitely doesn't feel particularly
no homoplatonic. ][ Part of him almost expects someone to come in. Xanxus, most of all. Barge in, grab him and remind him who he really belongs to. Save him from the flaming spiral of self destruction that winds wider with each turn. ]
[ There's nobody, though. No one comes in, no one catches him, no one stops him. But there's a warm body underneath him and he presses flush against it, desperately craving every bit of physical contact he can claim. ]
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His lips twitch lazily, and he lets out a chuff of laughter. Of course Squalo knows, the man never has any doubt about his own value.
The hand on his wrist catches him by surprise as well, but he nods dumbly. So he moves his fingers over Squalo's abs instead, heating his skin just enough that they feel particularly good as he traces them along the younger man's skin.
It's been over a year, and part of him still expects the spell to be broken. His phone will buzz with some message from Augustine, telling him he needs to leave immediately and track someone. Or Crusher will break something, or Jason will call him up drunk. Fuck, there's plenty of people here that could drag him into something that trumps the gorgeous man on top of him. But none of that happens. He's free to take, and for once Squalo seems to be giving freely.
His fingers trace around to Squalo's back, pulling him in closer as Dodger seeks out a hungry kiss. He shifts his weigh, laying back on the couch and guiding Squalo down to grind slowly and purposefully against him. There's a look in his eyes that's almost entranced, put in a daze by just how much of a privilege he's being afforded. For once, Squalo Superbi is all his.]
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[ To be fair, he's been all his before. But that probably seems like another world now. And then Squalo's rightful husband entered the scene and mixed it all up. ]
[ He's still there, but something between them seems to have broken. ]
[ Squalo doesn't know if he can repair it. ]
[ He doesn't want to think about it either. Not right now. Not when for the first time in weeks there's fingertips dancing over his skin that feel just the right amount of hot, not when he can finally lash out back at him, not when he can feel wanted again. ]
[ Even better, the man in front of him seems to understand what an amazing honor he's been granted to have Squalo want him in return. ]
[ He follows along downward, resting one forearm against the back of the couch to partly trap Dodger's face beside it and leaning in to accept that kiss, a little sloppy and lazy but there's still enough force and teeth for it to feel somewhat rough. ]
[ He backs off a little just to laugh breathlessly against the other's lips as he slowly rolls his hips, making sure to grind down at just the right angle. He smears more of their mixed blood against Dodger's cheek with the tip of his nose in a brush that's almost gentle before he's back for more kissing with a bite to his bottom lip. His free hand traces down Dodger's side, pausing at his waist and slipping under his shirt somewhere near the arson mark because that's delicious irony. ]