[Oh he's definitely back in now. Taako starts immediately giggling at being picked up, partially out of fear of death, but partially because he's absolutely into the whole being carried around like he weighs as much as a couple of grapes. Really hope he's prepared for Taako to . . . not be quiet at all, ever. He has zero capability to shut his mouth at any time. He doesn't even complain about the loveseat.]
You're redeeming yourself now, my man.
[But, okay, he can be a little quiet - mostly because he's a little busy trying to kiss him. Good luck trying to aim for that love seat with that happening, pal, because it will be hell to pay if he's dropped on his ass on the floor.]
[He, tragically, might have a thing for blondes who don't know how to shut up. Don't @ him about it.]
[Either way, he hasn't even drank anything today, he'll keep his balance, even with the assault of lips on his lips and the taste of cheese straws (not exactly sexy). He doesn't drop Taako's ass on the floor but he does half-drop him on the love seat while they figure out what exact configuration of two six-foot-tall men works on a love seat.]
[His hands reach out, groping to try and move fabric out of the way and-]
[-abruptly realizes what a fucking ridiculous outfit Taako really has on. Really. Who made this. What purpose does it serve.]
[Taako has had . . . a good bit to drink today, so he's powering right through the half-drop with barely an irritated sound at him, and the cheese straw thing. It's whatever. He does not give a single shit at the moment. As for configuration, it's not going to be comfortable! If only someone here had enough of a backbone to stand up to their roommate.
He pauses in whatever he's trying to do when he figures out Aizawa is stumped by the intricates of a very cheap velvet dress. Apparently it's purpose is to confuse and baffle men, because Taako seems a little lost too when he tries to help. He's the one that? Put it on his own damn body? Muttering hold on at him and squirming until he can undo the knot at the back of his neck at least so the top half of it can be pushed out of the way once he wiggles out of the sleeves. Jesus Christ. This is deeply unsexy, probably, but Taako just grins at him confidently anyway, pulling his arms out of the sleeves like he's actually revealing something appealing.]
[It's not a matter of backbone, it's just logical to come to an agreement with a roommate and he doesn't want to do laundry. Invite him to your place next time, jeez.]
[Either way, there's the mess of trying to get the cheap velvet dress off and- All Taako has essentially done is revealed his big ol' RAN FROM MY CRIMES tattoo. This is not what Aizawa wants to look at during this. He has so many small regrets.]
Hm. Sure. Here, flip over.
[And Aizawa pulls back enough to start to try and manhandle Taako onto his stomach. That positioning does also, uh, leave something of an implication of an act. Considering he may end up ass-up about it.]
[ No because then Taako would have to have a backbone and talk to his roommate about this? God.
Taako had actually briefly forgotten about the tattoo (despite the fact he chose this dress kinda specifically because it covered it wow) and is mildly surprised to see it again. Moving easily enough (or, as well as he can, because this is kind of tight - apparently just accepting that as a fair enough move. Only so many people are into the guilt thing as a turn on. ]
Making a lot of assumptions about me right now, ain’t cha?
[ His tone is light though, so clearly he doesn’t object too hard to any of those assumptions. Assuming the position, arching his back - partially just to show off, pulling his braid over his shoulder like he’s incredibly nonchalant about all this. ].
[Listen, he heard Taako giggle when he was picked up. He just sort of figured.]
[Either way, he'll trail a hand along the other's exposed back. His hands are pretty rough and calloused. They warm quickly against the other's skin. He drags a fingertip against the other's spine until it brushes against that stupid velvet again.]
Anyways, [Reaching up to place a kiss- followed by a bite- on the other's shoulder.] Your back's about as pretty as your front.
[Says the highest strung jackass in this? Entire place? What horseshit. Anyway, Aizawa is actually entirely right, because Taako is very into this. He doesn't have to do any actual work for the moment other than look pretty and receive attention, so it's pretty much his ideal scenario. Lazy!!!
His skin shivers under the touch, and he fidgets impatiently, sighing out, not exactly bothering to hide any sort of reaction. His skin isn't exactly unmarred, now that it's all exposed - without his illusion magic here the evidence of a century of adventuring is a little more obvious. A few nicks and scars that haven't healed perfectly. It hasn't seemed to slow his vanity roll though, because he still wiggles his hips at the other like he's showing something off here. It's probably extremely annoying.
He gives a loud gasp when he's bitten, though It is very hard to tell if it's from being told he's pretty like this or the bite itself. ]
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You're redeeming yourself now, my man.
[But, okay, he can be a little quiet - mostly because he's a little busy trying to kiss him. Good luck trying to aim for that love seat with that happening, pal, because it will be hell to pay if he's dropped on his ass on the floor.]
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[Either way, he hasn't even drank anything today, he'll keep his balance, even with the assault of lips on his lips and the taste of cheese straws (not exactly sexy). He doesn't drop Taako's ass on the floor but he does half-drop him on the love seat while they figure out what exact configuration of two six-foot-tall men works on a love seat.]
[His hands reach out, groping to try and move fabric out of the way and-]
[-abruptly realizes what a fucking ridiculous outfit Taako really has on. Really. Who made this. What purpose does it serve.]
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He pauses in whatever he's trying to do when he figures out Aizawa is stumped by the intricates of a very cheap velvet dress. Apparently it's purpose is to confuse and baffle men, because Taako seems a little lost too when he tries to help. He's the one that? Put it on his own damn body? Muttering hold on at him and squirming until he can undo the knot at the back of his neck at least so the top half of it can be pushed out of the way once he wiggles out of the sleeves. Jesus Christ. This is deeply unsexy, probably, but Taako just grins at him confidently anyway, pulling his arms out of the sleeves like he's actually revealing something appealing.]
Got 'em.
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[Either way, there's the mess of trying to get the cheap velvet dress off and- All Taako has essentially done is revealed his big ol' RAN FROM MY CRIMES tattoo. This is not what Aizawa wants to look at during this. He has so many small regrets.]
Hm. Sure. Here, flip over.
[And Aizawa pulls back enough to start to try and manhandle Taako onto his stomach. That positioning does also, uh, leave something of an implication of an act. Considering he may end up ass-up about it.]
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Taako had actually briefly forgotten about the tattoo (despite the fact he chose this dress kinda specifically because it covered it wow) and is mildly surprised to see it again. Moving easily enough (or, as well as he can, because this is kind of tight - apparently just accepting that as a fair enough move. Only so many people are into the guilt thing as a turn on. ]
Making a lot of assumptions about me right now, ain’t cha?
[ His tone is light though, so clearly he doesn’t object too hard to any of those assumptions. Assuming the position, arching his back - partially just to show off, pulling his braid over his shoulder like he’s incredibly nonchalant about all this. ].
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[Listen, he heard Taako giggle when he was picked up. He just sort of figured.]
[Either way, he'll trail a hand along the other's exposed back. His hands are pretty rough and calloused. They warm quickly against the other's skin. He drags a fingertip against the other's spine until it brushes against that stupid velvet again.]
Anyways, [Reaching up to place a kiss- followed by a bite- on the other's shoulder.] Your back's about as pretty as your front.
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[Says the highest strung jackass in this? Entire place? What horseshit. Anyway, Aizawa is actually entirely right, because Taako is very into this. He doesn't have to do any actual work for the moment other than look pretty and receive attention, so it's pretty much his ideal scenario. Lazy!!!
His skin shivers under the touch, and he fidgets impatiently, sighing out, not exactly bothering to hide any sort of reaction. His skin isn't exactly unmarred, now that it's all exposed - without his illusion magic here the evidence of a century of adventuring is a little more obvious. A few nicks and scars that haven't healed perfectly. It hasn't seemed to slow his vanity roll though, because he still wiggles his hips at the other like he's showing something off here. It's probably extremely annoying.
He gives a loud gasp when he's bitten, though It is very hard to tell if it's from being told he's pretty like this or the bite itself. ]
Wow, way better second attempt.