[Hunter's room is actually pretty tidy, but that can be pretty easily attributed to the fact that he doesn't have many possessions. All of his memory and skill forms are clustered on the dresser, and beyond his sword by the door and the drying mushroom cap sitting at the window, there's very little else to make the space seem messy or cluttered. Because past those, the room is pretty much the same as it was when he walked in for the first time.]
[It's frustrating, yes, but it's also much more than he had let himself really think about before viewing that memory. Of course, now he can't get it out of his head, can't get either of them out of his head. So while the kiss starts at a deliberate pace, it's quickly affected by Hunter's fervor, his wits at their end. One of his hands unclenches from the back of Kazuki's jacket and instead reaches down to palm at himself through his pants.]
[ True to his word, Kazuki only keeps kissing! It is getting more and more desperate though, Kazuki unable to keep his breath at a steady pace, and despite what he said his hands may be wandering a little too low to say it's "just" kissing. Not when they're firmly groping around Hunter's thighs, fingers ghosting a little too close for comfort. Though it's never direct, leaving the important part up to Hunter and even ignoring his own need to do so. ]
[It's a struggle, undoing his pants and pushing them down without letting go of Kazuki's jacket, but he manages it after some effort. Hunter breaks the kiss to press his forehead against Kazuki's shoulder, moaning lowly as he gets his hand around his erection, strokes himself once, twice.]
[ Tilts his head to press a kiss into Hunter's hair then, and just gripping tightly at this point, heart racing and feeling a little out of control and he needs to just stop and stand as he is and let Hunter do his thing before he changes his mind and does something drastic. He thinks of Shark, though if anything it just makes his own arousal worse, but the reminder is enough to keep Kazuki from doing much else. ]
[He clings as he jerks himself off, desperate for the contact, the confirmation that he isn't alone. It isn't fair to Kazuki, but fairness is the last thing on his mind as he picks up speed, mouths names as quietly as he can. It isn't fair that he's thinking of two, together, when he's only in the arms of one. But it's what's happening.]
[ It's... weird, to say the least, the Hunter isn't just jerking off to him but also to the thought of his boything and them doing it. But Kazuki won't deny the fact that Hunter is thinking of them is also hot in its own right, an intimacy that Kazuki can't help but be attracted to when he's asked to be here and share the moment. So he runs his hands up from Hunter's thighs, instead circling his hands around Hunter's waist and resting palms low on Hunter's back, groaning a little and desiring to be as close as possible, but he needs to wait. He needs to. But his patience is wearing thin as well. ]
[Hunter finishes abruptly, the only real warning being the way he straightens, tries to kiss Kazuki but doesn't quite manage, planting it on his jaw with a strangled moan as he arches against him.]
[ It's almost a relief Hunter finishes so fast, because much more and Kazuki wouldn't be able to handle it himself. He's still holding Hunter close, despite the fact that his jacket is likely getting stained with cum, but doing no more or less. In fact, he seems to be shaking a little... and when Hunter seems mostly done Kazuki leans back with a pained grin. ]
[Hunter takes a few moments to collect his wits, to note exactly how Kazuki's acting before he lifts his chin to meet Kazuki's eyes. That smile is... sad, and he doesn't like it, as much as he can dislike anything with the comfortable haze settling in his blood.]
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[Hunter's room is actually pretty tidy, but that can be pretty easily attributed to the fact that he doesn't have many possessions. All of his memory and skill forms are clustered on the dresser, and beyond his sword by the door and the drying mushroom cap sitting at the window, there's very little else to make the space seem messy or cluttered. Because past those, the room is pretty much the same as it was when he walked in for the first time.]
Like I said, no disco ball in sight.
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'Kay.
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[ And he really doesn't take long. He returns with... a bottle with some strange liquid in it, a sunflower, and some origami cranes along with pins! ]
See? Even this alone didn't take long.
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Glad you aren't spending too much time on being my interior decorator, I guess?
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[It's frustrating, yes, but it's also much more than he had let himself really think about before viewing that memory. Of course, now he can't get it out of his head, can't get either of them out of his head. So while the kiss starts at a deliberate pace, it's quickly affected by Hunter's fervor, his wits at their end. One of his hands unclenches from the back of Kazuki's jacket and instead reaches down to palm at himself through his pants.]
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D-done?
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[Hunter takes a few moments to collect his wits, to note exactly how Kazuki's acting before he lifts his chin to meet Kazuki's eyes. That smile is... sad, and he doesn't like it, as much as he can dislike anything with the comfortable haze settling in his blood.]
Kazuki...?
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[ Detaching reluctantly, having a hard time straightening himself out but DETERMINED TO DO SO. ]
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nope, walls him.]
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[ Not even necessarily fighting back, a little too out of sorts to comprehend just why this is happening! ]
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