Of course. [ nodding sagely because yes, this makes perfect sense. ] What if the guilt starts driving you crazy and you begin to hear my heartbeat around the house?
[ of course rin would be into shit like that.
he draws in a startled breath when kaiser begins to grope his thigh like that and, without thinking, he leans in closer, going for full on body contact. ]
Maybe you should lock me away then. I bet you'd get away with it too.
[ this has all taken an even more deranged turn in multiple ways now that kaiser backstory has dropped... anyway. ]
... What in the world would there be for me to be guilty over? You're the guilty one. [ guilty for the crime of leaving! (nervous laughter) ] It'd be your fault.
[ perhaps egged on by the sheer amount of contact, kaiser hauls rin off towards his bed — not dragged by the hand, but half-carried, half-pushed. it's fairly easy to tell which one is rin's just based on the way the space is being maintained, so he doesn't bother to ask which is the right one before plopping himself down like he owns the place. like a cat: if he fits? he sits. ]
Lift the skirt up? Slowly.
[ more than wanting to see, he wants to be shown. ]
[ also no wonder he likes hot girls when his mom was a hot girl too... ]
Sure, let's make it more dramatic that way. [ isn't kaiser lucky that rin enjoys playing along... and being dragged along toward the bed. still annoying that he doesn't have a room to himself but at least nanase is out so they won't have to worry about him for now. ]
Pervert. [ and yet he's the one moving closer until he can give kaiser's shoulder a push to urge him to lie back. if he wants a show, he can have it when rin joins him in the bed, hovering over him with his knees bracketed left and right of kaiser's hips. his hands come down to grab the hem of that ridiculously short skirt and begin to pull it up, slowly and carefully. his eyes are trained on kaiser's face, watching out for every single possible change in expression there could be. in a way this is more nerve-wracking than simply undressing in front of each other... maybe putting the panties on would have helped but he didn't exactly have time for that. ]
[ true, but he also knows you can't always trust hot girls with big dreams to stay... so...... ]
For you I am. Shouldn't you be flattered?
[ let it be known for the record that he is very loyal in who he stares disrespectfully (positive, desiring) at. not quite as loyal in his disrespectful stares (negative, derisive), but it is what it is.
he'll allow himself to be pushed backwards for the view, gaze focused on where the hemline falls along rin's inner thighs as as he pulls the skirt upwards. his expression is almost a bit studious in how much he's concentrating, and zoned in the same way that he focuses when he's looking for a shot course that just barely threads the needle — he's looking because he wants something out of this.
the skirt doesn't have very far to go, but kaiser appreciates the show nonetheless. after a pause, he reaches to place one hand on rin's knee and the other at his hip. his fingers curl in slightly, but more like he's holding back than attempting to continue with his unfinessed groping. ]
... Mmhm, keep going. All the way up. [ show him your cock girl or he is demanding a refund for the show— ]
[ which is obviously the reason why kaiser has to lock him up and never leave him out of sight... an indoors kitten is a happy kitten etc. ]
Should I be flattered? [ hm. maybe he should. it's michael kaiser after all and getting his attention would make other people ruin their pants in excitement. and this isn't even talking about freaks like ness but also. regular people. who aren't all that crazy.
alright, maybe he should feel flattered, yeah. even if he doesn't want to admit it, being stared at like that is nice and the light flush on his cheeks probably gives it away. ]
You're lucky I'm not taking money for this. [ mostly because this was paid for by kaiser anyways but still... maybe there are people out there who would pay to see the way he hesitates for another moment - or maybe he's dragging it out on purpose - before he lifts up that skirt all the way, finally exposing his already half hard cock to kaiser. his head tilts to the side, making his hair fall into his eyes and partially obscure them as he awaits the other's reaction. ]
[ so true, and that's why he'll succeed where his fucking dad failed! also maybe helps that he inherited mom's looks— ]
Aw, did you want to? You could've told me, I could've prepared bills and...
[ he slips a finger into the waistband of the skirt, pretending to slip a bill in there, very classy. he curls his finger inwards for a few moments, as if debating whether or not to keep going, but — if rin has dressed up, it should be appreciated. the skirt stays on for now. ]
Guess I'll have to pay up in other ways. [ never mind that he literally already paid for this perversity. ] Do you accept sexual favors?
[ he's trying so hard to not snicker... it's not rin, it's kaiser and his stupid larping cracking himself up. he does appreciate the show very much, and it's probably to their mutual benefit that his next move is to open his mouth and lean forward... go on, shut him up. everybody wants that. ]
[ he merely huffs in response, mostly because he can totally see kaiser pulling out a wad of cash and tossing it around the room before slipping some of it into the waistband of his skirt. actually, why hasn't there been at least scandal that involved kaiser being, well, scandalous at night clubs or whatever... it would be so on brand for a European whore like him? ]
Hm. Depends on what kind of sexual favors. [ like he's that picky...
he lets go of the skirt so he can wrap an arm around kaiser's neck, effectively pulling him a little closer while also leaning in some more. his lips brush against kaiser's, the touch barely there as he lingers like that... only to change his mind and turn that almost-kiss into a playful bite at kaiser's lower lip. ]
Alright. Sexual favors it is. [ and only because kaiser is hot. ]
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[ of course rin would be into shit like that.
he draws in a startled breath when kaiser begins to grope his thigh like that and, without thinking, he leans in closer, going for full on body contact. ]
Maybe you should lock me away then. I bet you'd get away with it too.
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... What in the world would there be for me to be guilty over? You're the guilty one. [ guilty for the crime of leaving! (nervous laughter) ] It'd be your fault.
[ perhaps egged on by the sheer amount of contact, kaiser hauls rin off towards his bed — not dragged by the hand, but half-carried, half-pushed. it's fairly easy to tell which one is rin's just based on the way the space is being maintained, so he doesn't bother to ask which is the right one before plopping himself down like he owns the place. like a cat: if he fits? he sits. ]
Lift the skirt up? Slowly.
[ more than wanting to see, he wants to be shown. ]
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Sure, let's make it more dramatic that way. [ isn't kaiser lucky that rin enjoys playing along... and being dragged along toward the bed. still annoying that he doesn't have a room to himself but at least nanase is out so they won't have to worry about him for now. ]
Pervert. [ and yet he's the one moving closer until he can give kaiser's shoulder a push to urge him to lie back. if he wants a show, he can have it when rin joins him in the bed, hovering over him with his knees bracketed left and right of kaiser's hips. his hands come down to grab the hem of that ridiculously short skirt and begin to pull it up, slowly and carefully. his eyes are trained on kaiser's face, watching out for every single possible change in expression there could be. in a way this is more nerve-wracking than simply undressing in front of each other... maybe putting the panties on would have helped but he didn't exactly have time for that. ]
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For you I am. Shouldn't you be flattered?
[ let it be known for the record that he is very loyal in who he stares disrespectfully (positive, desiring) at. not quite as loyal in his disrespectful stares (negative, derisive), but it is what it is.
he'll allow himself to be pushed backwards for the view, gaze focused on where the hemline falls along rin's inner thighs as as he pulls the skirt upwards. his expression is almost a bit studious in how much he's concentrating, and zoned in the same way that he focuses when he's looking for a shot course that just barely threads the needle — he's looking because he wants something out of this.
the skirt doesn't have very far to go, but kaiser appreciates the show nonetheless. after a pause, he reaches to place one hand on rin's knee and the other at his hip. his fingers curl in slightly, but more like he's holding back than attempting to continue with his unfinessed groping. ]
... Mmhm, keep going. All the way up. [ show him your cock girl or he is demanding a refund for the show— ]
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Should I be flattered? [ hm. maybe he should. it's michael kaiser after all and getting his attention would make other people ruin their pants in excitement. and this isn't even talking about freaks like ness but also. regular people. who aren't all that crazy.
alright, maybe he should feel flattered, yeah. even if he doesn't want to admit it, being stared at like that is nice and the light flush on his cheeks probably gives it away. ]
You're lucky I'm not taking money for this. [ mostly because this was paid for by kaiser anyways but still... maybe there are people out there who would pay to see the way he hesitates for another moment - or maybe he's dragging it out on purpose - before he lifts up that skirt all the way, finally exposing his already half hard cock to kaiser. his head tilts to the side, making his hair fall into his eyes and partially obscure them as he awaits the other's reaction. ]
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Aw, did you want to? You could've told me, I could've prepared bills and...
[ he slips a finger into the waistband of the skirt, pretending to slip a bill in there, very classy. he curls his finger inwards for a few moments, as if debating whether or not to keep going, but — if rin has dressed up, it should be appreciated. the skirt stays on for now. ]
Guess I'll have to pay up in other ways. [ never mind that he literally already paid for this perversity. ] Do you accept sexual favors?
[ he's trying so hard to not snicker... it's not rin, it's kaiser and his stupid larping cracking himself up. he does appreciate the show very much, and it's probably to their mutual benefit that his next move is to open his mouth and lean forward... go on, shut him up. everybody wants that. ]
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Hm. Depends on what kind of sexual favors. [ like he's that picky...
he lets go of the skirt so he can wrap an arm around kaiser's neck, effectively pulling him a little closer while also leaning in some more. his lips brush against kaiser's, the touch barely there as he lingers like that... only to change his mind and turn that almost-kiss into a playful bite at kaiser's lower lip. ]
Alright. Sexual favors it is. [ and only because kaiser is hot. ]