𝙂𝙊𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙋𝙀𝘼𝘾𝙊𝘾𝙆 — 𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙉 𝙎𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙊𝙉.

[relater]

OPEN SEASON

@sleuthy
25 / male / any / 10♣️

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My Self-Summary

A detective operating out of Nenneko Ginza. We take on cases that no one else will, destroying both darkness and desire. You may find our coffee shop, but do you know how to call out to my partner and I? ☆ (If you're good, I'll give you a hint!)

My Future Plans

As long as I can help people, things are fine as they are, aren't they?

My Talents

Exposing every truth.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Is this just a general favorites list? I see, I see. In that case:

I like sunbathing and citrus cocktails! I prefer flowers over chocolate. My favorite composer is Chopin. I dislike fish eggs. One of my favored hobbies is taking walks and I enjoy the sound of rain.

My Ideal Partner

Aha. You never know until you really see someone for the first time.

Height 180cm Body Type lean musculature. Smokes no. Drinks yes. Drugs that's illegal. ☆ Sign cancer. Education university. Occupation detective. Income enough. ♥ Children none. Pets a café cat. Hobbies sunbathing.

art credit: one - five.

01. WINE OR BEER

Wine.

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

Clowns...? Ah, but mimes are fine too...

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

Shower, but a good bathhouse is nice.

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

Pirates.

.05 TITS OR ASS

Having to choose? Unfair!

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

Coffee.

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

Sweet.

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

Summer.

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

Lace.

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

Come and find out. ♥

PROTAGONIST
ENFJ-A

ENERGY

84%

extraverted

MIND

70%

intuitive

NATURE

81%

feeling

TACTICS

72%

judging

IDENTITY

56%

assertive

personality test. art credit.

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Comments

[relater]

Oh, I understand. [ And it's true, given the way Kizuna allows Bakugo to manipulate him into lowering himself and standing on his own, albeit as close as possible. Though upright and making to follow him, his blazer's still open, body chains tangled in a disarray over the darkening marks he'd left on his chest. With the way Kizuna carries himself, tall and airy, unafraid of being seen a little debauched, he definitely might be showing off. ] Not here means you'd rather have me all to yourself, doesn't it?

[ His adjusts his arms, slipping them free from his shoulders to wind around the impressive angle of his elbow. There, all set to walk like a proper date and not a feisty koala. ]

I don't dislike that.

[ A statement murmured low like a promise as they wind their way out from the rowdiness of the game tables and into the resort's back halls. On finding an empty one, Kizuna leans over to tap his watch to it, listening for the quiet sound of its lock. ]

[blastedass]

[He can understand metal accessories and jewelry, but that much dangling against his bare skin? Guess it's tolerable for a short time. Kizuna's obviously showing off the entire time and Bakugo's stalking beside him like a grump, one hand shoved into his pocket, the other still hanging around the man's waist. Possessive? Protective? Probably both, as if warning away anyone who might think they're inviting a third party. Hell no! He likes to focus on his current at hand.]

Took you that long to figure out? [Of course he wants Kizuna all to himself! No one else was at the table. Is this really proper date walking? Wouldn't know. Bakugo's never been on a date. He scoffs at the man's tempting wonder, as if he'll be sticking a leg out to trip him up on purpose. But as soon as they do find that empty room, and the lock clicks with a telltale sound, Bakugo jams his hand on the handle, shoves the door open, and hauls both of them into the room. He's a bit too preoccupied with pushing Kizuna against the wall and going in for another kiss to both shutting the door with his hand.

So a kick of the foot does it for him.]

[relater]

Mmn... [ No, he knew. But he loves the game. ] You'll forgive me for taking so long, right?

[ Crowded against the wall and seeing the door get kicked shut behind them in a flicker of his eyelashes, Kizuna's eyes shut as he accepts the kiss with equal fervor. He likes it, the sensation of something torrid as it spills over. Even if it'd glanced off petty violence, the emotion of wanting is much too strong to ignore. Hands and lips on him are one thing, the glaring crosshairs of a desire catching fire are another entirely.

Kizuna's hands press firm to the height of Bakugo's chest, sliding up over his shoulders to draw him in as his lips part and he breathes a soft noise into deepening the kiss. He lets him in easily, the slip of his tongue eager to twine with his.

With a nudge that's almost like a nuzzle, he tests how liable Bakugo is to being signaled to back off the wall and move towards the bed. ]

[blastedass]

Haven't decided yet. [On forgiving him. Is there something to forgive? Who cares. He's got Kizuna shoved to the wall and his lips lock with the other man's shutting him up good and hard. Lashes barely brush over his eyes, half-lidded view taking in the sight of his partner's kiss-focused face. Dammit, this guy just had to be hot and annoying.

Bakugo closes his eyes fully as he tilts his head and deepens the kiss, finding an angle that makes their connection feel even better. Not bumping noses or massing lips on teeth. A sweep of his tongue across Kizuna's lips before he pushes it inside.

He tenses when Kizuna's hand finds the center of his chest, something in the way his body hardens suggesting there was more to that touch than just a hand to a chest. But relaxes when it moves to his shoulder instead as he's pulled in. Bakugo twists his tongue around the other man's, wrestling it down into his lower jaw as if he can pin it.

A single push is enough encouragement and he pulls back, not breaking their mouth to mouth, but rather walking back in a half-tangle towards the bed.]

[relater]

[ Oversensitive in more than just his emotions, Kizuna feels the slight tense beneath his touch as if it'd illuminated in his awareness. There and gone again, committed to memory — he muffles a noise into the depth of the kiss, tongue caressing and laving across Bakugo's before eventually being suppressed.

Kizuna follows him back towards the bed, warming up beneath his thick heartbeat and his soft panting between kisses. Slick, hot, eager for more of it. He lets go of him with one arm to reach up to his own neck, deft and certain fingers dipping beneath his blazer's collar to feel for something. Finally, he unclasps his mess of a body chain, letting the gold and pearl go clattering to the floor at their feet as they reach the bedside. He starts shrugging out of his blazer next, material slipping from the pale divot of his shoulder as his kisses shallow out, the sound of his voice low and hungry around them. His lashes flutter open, just barely. ]

There... [ Backed up to the edge, his chest twinges slightly at exposure to the air, skin flushed and nipples perked, still sporting Bakugo's previous marks. ] Better?

[blastedass]

[Wrangling the slick muscle in his mouth to twist around Kizuna's, licking over the surface with countless tiny bumps of tastebuds, digging beneath to trace a glassy smooth underside. There's so much going on inside his mouth, it's almost a shame to break it as they finally part, panting heavily against the other man's mouth. Breathing, yeah, it's important.

Bakugo gives him just enough space to reach for his neck, calming his heaving chest into a controlled breath. Red eyes narrow, watching with curious interest as Kizuna works the metal clasp free. Damn, glad to have such a mess of metal and pearl out from between them, but the sight of its gaudy lines bleeding down the man's torso, deliberately following muscle contour before flopping onto his pants and falling around his feet, is a momentary treat for the eyes. Bakugo works at his own shirt, tugging the material open via the buttons and rolling his shoulders to duck out of the overshirt's confines. Always hated collared shirts, outside the casual kinds you wear open anyways.]

Yeah. [A lot better. He sinks down on the bed behind him, both hands coming to Kizuna's waistband and working into the hemline. Deft fingers flick across button and zipper, undoing his fly and flaring it open before Bakugo starts shucking the man's pants down his thighs.]