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I...I'll get you some new ones, I promise...
[ He was absolutely breathless, words caught in his throat as she'd removed the rest of her clothes. Since meeting her he'd tried not to look at her like this, like a woman with tits and needs; he'd just wanted to protect her and it almost felt like a betrayal to his more nobler senses.
He couldn't help it, tearing through the rest of that fabric before pulling them away to haphazardly throw them on the floor. His pants weren't much of a struggle after that, Mista finally kicking them off after they'd managed to get them below his hips. The feeling of freedom was overtaken by that searing heat that rolled through him as his arousal settled perfectly in that spot between her cheeks.
Holy shit. Holy shit! This was really happening, wasn't it? His hands settled at her hips for a moment, taking a shallow breath as he took a moment to appreciate how she looked right now. ]
No, no, it's fine, I...holy shit, were you always this hot?
[ CHRIST. That was not what he'd meant to say, eyes going wide as he floundered for words. Maybe it was better if he didn't talk, fingers pulling up over her sides to bring her down and nestle his face in that perfect space between her breasts. It wasn't just an attempt to hide how flushed he was, how much desire was behind his eyes, but the chance for him to line that delicate skin with hot little kisses. He knew this wasn't it, he still had to make an entrance but there was that little involuntary roll of his hips again. For a second he was afraid that the friction of her skin against his dick was going to push him over the edge, thoughts wandering as he began to feel that slick between her legs make contact with his belly.
He knew he was ready now, heart thumping wildly in his chest as he continued to kiss along the center of her breasts. She was the one that needed to make the next move, her comfort level more of a concern than his own burning need. ]
[ He was absolutely breathless, words caught in his throat as she'd removed the rest of her clothes. Since meeting her he'd tried not to look at her like this, like a woman with tits and needs; he'd just wanted to protect her and it almost felt like a betrayal to his more nobler senses.
He couldn't help it, tearing through the rest of that fabric before pulling them away to haphazardly throw them on the floor. His pants weren't much of a struggle after that, Mista finally kicking them off after they'd managed to get them below his hips. The feeling of freedom was overtaken by that searing heat that rolled through him as his arousal settled perfectly in that spot between her cheeks.
Holy shit. Holy shit! This was really happening, wasn't it? His hands settled at her hips for a moment, taking a shallow breath as he took a moment to appreciate how she looked right now. ]
No, no, it's fine, I...holy shit, were you always this hot?
[ CHRIST. That was not what he'd meant to say, eyes going wide as he floundered for words. Maybe it was better if he didn't talk, fingers pulling up over her sides to bring her down and nestle his face in that perfect space between her breasts. It wasn't just an attempt to hide how flushed he was, how much desire was behind his eyes, but the chance for him to line that delicate skin with hot little kisses. He knew this wasn't it, he still had to make an entrance but there was that little involuntary roll of his hips again. For a second he was afraid that the friction of her skin against his dick was going to push him over the edge, thoughts wandering as he began to feel that slick between her legs make contact with his belly.
He knew he was ready now, heart thumping wildly in his chest as he continued to kiss along the center of her breasts. She was the one that needed to make the next move, her comfort level more of a concern than his own burning need. ]
[ At least things were looking up after Mista was so defensive, that cocky attitude practically radiating from him. After a moment he looked around the café, trying to find something that he wouldn't be throttled for destroying and coming up with nothing. It wasn't that things weren't replaceable, but the last thing he wanted was for Reimi to think that he was trying to ruin her business.
After letting his hand rest on the gun's grip for a moment he finally let it go, offering a hand toward Caesar before gesturing toward the door. ]
Outside, I can't show you in here, someone'd probably get the wrong idea...
[ FOLLOW HIM, CAESAR. ]
...you pick the target, it doesn't have to be a straight shot but it does have to be something we can both see from right here. Sound good?
After letting his hand rest on the gun's grip for a moment he finally let it go, offering a hand toward Caesar before gesturing toward the door. ]
Outside, I can't show you in here, someone'd probably get the wrong idea...
[ FOLLOW HIM, CAESAR. ]
...you pick the target, it doesn't have to be a straight shot but it does have to be something we can both see from right here. Sound good?
I told you don't need to worry... I have so many...
[ that feeling of his arousal settling where it was wasn't behind miwako, it was enough to cause her to rub up against it a little. her eyes closing for a moment only for them to open again when he spoke.
it was enough to get that colour to deep in her cheeks, smiling as he'd buried his face between her breasts. miwako's hands coming up so that her fingers could brush through his hair adoringly and to hold him tenderly ]
It's okay if that's what you're thinking... please don't stop talking because you're embarrassed, I want to hear your voice...
[ the light pleading, her eyes fluttering shut over the feeling of those hot little kisses and his hips rolling again causing that heat between her legs to grow that much more intense.
she didn't know the last time she felt this strongly, being so aware of how wet she had gotten just from the anticipation alone. taking the initiative now she shifted and reached between them to get ahold of his cock to line up against her entrance. the biting down on her lip she began to lower her hips, making sure his tip made it in before her hands settled onto his shoulders.
just this much was too much to bear, hips lowering more to take more of his arousal in with a moan ]
Mista... you feel so great... it's okay if you need to move too you know...
[ that feeling of his arousal settling where it was wasn't behind miwako, it was enough to cause her to rub up against it a little. her eyes closing for a moment only for them to open again when he spoke.
it was enough to get that colour to deep in her cheeks, smiling as he'd buried his face between her breasts. miwako's hands coming up so that her fingers could brush through his hair adoringly and to hold him tenderly ]
It's okay if that's what you're thinking... please don't stop talking because you're embarrassed, I want to hear your voice...
[ the light pleading, her eyes fluttering shut over the feeling of those hot little kisses and his hips rolling again causing that heat between her legs to grow that much more intense.
she didn't know the last time she felt this strongly, being so aware of how wet she had gotten just from the anticipation alone. taking the initiative now she shifted and reached between them to get ahold of his cock to line up against her entrance. the biting down on her lip she began to lower her hips, making sure his tip made it in before her hands settled onto his shoulders.
just this much was too much to bear, hips lowering more to take more of his arousal in with a moan ]
Mista... you feel so great... it's okay if you need to move too you know...
[ Holy shit, holy fucking shit. It's not like he didn't know what to expect, he might have been inexperienced when it came to sex but he certainly knew how it was supposed to work. The feel of her hand was jarring at first, Mista sucking in a breath which had the added benefit of catching her intoxicating scent.
The truth was that he was afraid to move, that sudden and irrational fear that he was going to lose control too soon. He couldn't believe that this was happening and that it felt so good, groaning as she took him in even more. His heart felt like it might stop for a moment, only for it to begin rapidly thumping in his chest again. He knew that his face was still red, that he could feel those beads of sweat forming on his face as it continued to press into the skin between her breasts. He would have been fine if he could stay there like that, but there was so much more that he would have missed. Kissing, seeing her face...those were all things that he wanted to do right along with the rest of it.
First the tentative roll of his hips, shiver going up his spine as he relished in that wet warmth inside her. There was no way that he could stop with one, hips shifting back before he pressed forward again. Only then did he feel like he could pull his face away, kissing over the delicate skin on the side of her tits as he let his hands drift to her hips. Everything else was a mumble as he trailed his lips up to her throat, breath already more ragged than he meant for it to be. ]
Jesus...fuck...you're so fucking hot...
[ Eloquence, as always. He meant it, though, both in the literal and figurative sense. He wanted to touch everything, feel everything, that need manifesting as a whine rolling up from the back of his throat. ]
The truth was that he was afraid to move, that sudden and irrational fear that he was going to lose control too soon. He couldn't believe that this was happening and that it felt so good, groaning as she took him in even more. His heart felt like it might stop for a moment, only for it to begin rapidly thumping in his chest again. He knew that his face was still red, that he could feel those beads of sweat forming on his face as it continued to press into the skin between her breasts. He would have been fine if he could stay there like that, but there was so much more that he would have missed. Kissing, seeing her face...those were all things that he wanted to do right along with the rest of it.
First the tentative roll of his hips, shiver going up his spine as he relished in that wet warmth inside her. There was no way that he could stop with one, hips shifting back before he pressed forward again. Only then did he feel like he could pull his face away, kissing over the delicate skin on the side of her tits as he let his hands drift to her hips. Everything else was a mumble as he trailed his lips up to her throat, breath already more ragged than he meant for it to be. ]
Jesus...fuck...you're so fucking hot...
[ Eloquence, as always. He meant it, though, both in the literal and figurative sense. He wanted to touch everything, feel everything, that need manifesting as a whine rolling up from the back of his throat. ]
[This should be good.
Out the door they go and you know what? Caesar has a great idea for Mista I Never Misstashot.
There's no one around the area-it's quiet and void of anyone who may get hit with that friendly fire. Good enough for him.
The palm of hand settles on the back of his glove to unlatch the soap underneath and with a practiced inhale-
Small, iridescent bubbles appear from his fingers and raise into the air. They're tiny targets, but visible in the gleaming sunlight.]
Shoot those then.
Out the door they go and you know what? Caesar has a great idea for Mista I Never Misstashot.
There's no one around the area-it's quiet and void of anyone who may get hit with that friendly fire. Good enough for him.
The palm of hand settles on the back of his glove to unlatch the soap underneath and with a practiced inhale-
Small, iridescent bubbles appear from his fingers and raise into the air. They're tiny targets, but visible in the gleaming sunlight.]
Shoot those then.
[The children get excited when any visitor comes to their home-a commonplace occurrence, given the connections Leone and him have made in Lunatia over the years. Friends, extended 'family'-they warm their home in a way Caesar never thought he'd experience again. The quiet chatter of children, the smell of fresh herbs simmering in sauces, a television blaring some child's entertainment in the background while the adults chatter in the kitchen.
It's nice.
He would never admit it aloud, but this is something he desperately craved. A partner to share his life with-an unexpected twist given how their relationship started. A friends with benefits relationship turned more in, what felt like, the blink of an eye. Falling for Leone had felt so natural he barely realized the shift had occurred.
And now, because of him, he has his large family-one that Mista is part of.
The kids were chattering wildly between Mista and their father for some time, letting Mista know all the finer details of their day with embellished tales. The young girl rambles about fighting pirates with hamon in the bathtub and the older boy talks over her about how they became detectives like papà and the great missing leaf mystery they solved today. A leaf they offer to Mista, but not before Caesar reaches over to rip off one the points to make the four pointed leaf a three pointed one. Mista's weird, but harmless. It's whatever.
Caesar doesn't stop them though-he lets them ramble on and on and on, running his fingers through Lasagna's hair until the kids grow bored with all their adult bullshit, and wander back to the newest episode of Power Paladins.]
You're staying for dinner, aren't you? Leone will be home soon. I'm sure he'll want to catch up with you too.
It's nice.
He would never admit it aloud, but this is something he desperately craved. A partner to share his life with-an unexpected twist given how their relationship started. A friends with benefits relationship turned more in, what felt like, the blink of an eye. Falling for Leone had felt so natural he barely realized the shift had occurred.
And now, because of him, he has his large family-one that Mista is part of.
The kids were chattering wildly between Mista and their father for some time, letting Mista know all the finer details of their day with embellished tales. The young girl rambles about fighting pirates with hamon in the bathtub and the older boy talks over her about how they became detectives like papà and the great missing leaf mystery they solved today. A leaf they offer to Mista, but not before Caesar reaches over to rip off one the points to make the four pointed leaf a three pointed one. Mista's weird, but harmless. It's whatever.
Caesar doesn't stop them though-he lets them ramble on and on and on, running his fingers through Lasagna's hair until the kids grow bored with all their adult bullshit, and wander back to the newest episode of Power Paladins.]
You're staying for dinner, aren't you? Leone will be home soon. I'm sure he'll want to catch up with you too.
[ What the hell was all that about? For a moment he wondered if this guy had a Stand ability but he hadn't seen anything but the movement and the bubbles. This guy just blew fucking bubbles into the air with his fingers.
Seriously, he was going to have some questions about that later but for now this almost felt like it was way too easy. That much was clear from the cocky expression on his face, Mista letting out snort as finally pulled his gun from it's makeshift holster. Just a quick check of the chamber, counting out how many bubbles he could see and noticeably skipping a certain number. He would only need two shots, maybe three at the most...
He didn't give a warning, firing off those shots and setting the Pistols loose to do their thing. And do it they did; kicking, passing, redirecting and unmistakably yelling 'yeeeeeehaaaaaaaw' as they did it. They made short work of those bubbles, that smug look on Mista's face only growing as he put his gun back and crossed his arms over his chest. ]
Too easy...
Seriously, he was going to have some questions about that later but for now this almost felt like it was way too easy. That much was clear from the cocky expression on his face, Mista letting out snort as finally pulled his gun from it's makeshift holster. Just a quick check of the chamber, counting out how many bubbles he could see and noticeably skipping a certain number. He would only need two shots, maybe three at the most...
He didn't give a warning, firing off those shots and setting the Pistols loose to do their thing. And do it they did; kicking, passing, redirecting and unmistakably yelling 'yeeeeeehaaaaaaaw' as they did it. They made short work of those bubbles, that smug look on Mista's face only growing as he put his gun back and crossed his arms over his chest. ]
Too easy...
[ It was weird that things had progressed the way they had but ultimately it had been good for them all. Mista was pleased that Abbacchio had found someone to share his life with and that the family had grown in ways he'd never expected. That action of tearing off that cursed leaf tip wasn't lost on Mista, it might have seemed like something small to anyone else but for him it was heartwarming. He'd been listening to their stories with rapt attention, watching them fondly as they left the adults to their own devices. ]
Pretty sure I don't have anything else lined up tonight, of course I'm going to stay; not like I could resist after sitting here and smelling it the whole time...
[ Holding that leaf by the stem he couldn't help but turn it over in his fingers thoughtfully, pleasant smile on his face as he leaned forward to rest against the edge of the table. ]
Pretty sure I don't have anything else lined up tonight, of course I'm going to stay; not like I could resist after sitting here and smelling it the whole time...
[ Holding that leaf by the stem he couldn't help but turn it over in his fingers thoughtfully, pleasant smile on his face as he leaned forward to rest against the edge of the table. ]
Good.
[He was waiting for this moment. Mista states his intentions and Caesar shows his own by thrusting a spoon across the counter to press against the other man's hand.]
Then you'll be around to help the whole time-come stir this sauce.
[Sorry, Mista. Being an adult means automatic kitchen duty, even if Caesar likes him enough nowadays to play along with his weird four bullshit. ]
No date this evening?
[He was waiting for this moment. Mista states his intentions and Caesar shows his own by thrusting a spoon across the counter to press against the other man's hand.]
Then you'll be around to help the whole time-come stir this sauce.
[Sorry, Mista. Being an adult means automatic kitchen duty, even if Caesar likes him enough nowadays to play along with his weird four bullshit. ]
No date this evening?
[ Just because it was 10 years later didn't mean that Mista was thrilled to be told what to do, not by someone like Caesar. Then again, it wasn't the most awful thing that could have happened, so he'd take it for now. He pushed himself up to his feet with a heavy sigh, taking the spoon as it was pressed into his hand. ]
Nah, not tonight, figured I'd give everyone a break for now...
[ His stirring was a little half-hearted at first, Mista practically propping himself up against the stove. ]
...kind of wish I had one now, though, I already did a full day of work and now you're gonna make me stir?
[ Even if it sounded whiny, the look on his face at least showed that he was more teasing than not. He could milk it for all it was worth, there wasn't anything wrong with that. ]
Nah, not tonight, figured I'd give everyone a break for now...
[ His stirring was a little half-hearted at first, Mista practically propping himself up against the stove. ]
...kind of wish I had one now, though, I already did a full day of work and now you're gonna make me stir?
[ Even if it sounded whiny, the look on his face at least showed that he was more teasing than not. He could milk it for all it was worth, there wasn't anything wrong with that. ]
You'll be doing the dishes afterwards too. You had your chance to leave.
[It can't be a surprise Caesar's making him do work and he notes with some amusement that despite his whine, he's stirring the sauce well enough.
He knows the guy won't go anywhere and he calls out to the kids to turn down the television they had amped up during a particularly cool Paladin Rangers battle. They wait a second, acting like they didn't hear him, and then the volume mysteriously lowers.]
Give everyone a break. [A repeats with a scoff as he checks something in the oven.] If you can't find one, just admit it. I said I would be your wingman, you know. It would be simple enough to find you a partner.
[It can't be a surprise Caesar's making him do work and he notes with some amusement that despite his whine, he's stirring the sauce well enough.
He knows the guy won't go anywhere and he calls out to the kids to turn down the television they had amped up during a particularly cool Paladin Rangers battle. They wait a second, acting like they didn't hear him, and then the volume mysteriously lowers.]
Give everyone a break. [A repeats with a scoff as he checks something in the oven.] If you can't find one, just admit it. I said I would be your wingman, you know. It would be simple enough to find you a partner.
[ It wasn't hard to stir sauce, even if part of Mista considering that hanging out with the kids in the other room might have been a little more fun. He stopped stirring long enough the wave the spoon at Caesar, careful not to fling the sauce anywhere despite pointing it at the other man. ]
First of all, I don't have a problem getting a date, it's just I figured I'd give myself a little break for the night. Second of all, me taking a break wasn't really supposed to include doing other people's dishes...
[ It was mostly a joke, Mista offering a cheeky smile before slipping immediately back into the rhythm of stirring the sauce. Like it never happened. ]
First of all, I don't have a problem getting a date, it's just I figured I'd give myself a little break for the night. Second of all, me taking a break wasn't really supposed to include doing other people's dishes...
[ It was mostly a joke, Mista offering a cheeky smile before slipping immediately back into the rhythm of stirring the sauce. Like it never happened. ]
Hey! So, uh. I guess I got affected by Cordis (I guess? I'm starving). Please help, how do I fix it?
Hello, Mista. This is Ryo. I was curious if you wanted to go out sometime soon.
The eating I can do, no problem.
I can't generate chroma on my own, right?
This is a problem. I am going to die, aren't I????
I can't generate chroma on my own, right?
This is a problem. I am going to die, aren't I????
[ oh shit an oversight on mista's part, frowning at the message, how had he missed that? ]
yeah no you can't generate it on your own
i forgot that you were here on your own
you have to like...
um...
be physical with people, you know?
like hold hands or
[ kokoro was a nice girl, somehow mista felt like he would never forgive himself if he made something sound salacious ]
yeah no you can't generate it on your own
i forgot that you were here on your own
you have to like...
um...
be physical with people, you know?
like hold hands or
[ kokoro was a nice girl, somehow mista felt like he would never forgive himself if he made something sound salacious ]
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