man I don't even know

[canceller]

[It's been less than 24 hours since he landed back here, and already Jeremiah's finding himself breathing easier. It's drier here, the winter colder, and he welcomes it, in spite of years in Area 11. The mainland will always be his home, after all.

Pendragon sometimes feels less so, and other times more. It still feels like fate brought him here, it just depends on how surreal that particular moment feels to him. Right now, all he can do is keep strolling about the grounds, gaze sweeping the gardens, the sprawling build of the place, the mountains in the distance.

It's good to be back.]

Comments

[explores]

[ Oh, he doesn't back down. He leans forward in a very matter-of-fact way. ]

Maybe not. But I do have evidence to support my case.

[canceller]

Do you.

[What do you mean, interested? Stop reading into the tone of his voice so much, gosh.]

[explores]

Lots. And given how distinctive Your Lordship is, I don't think there would be any mistaking you, no matter how compromising, should this evidence of mine get out.

[canceller]

[And that's where his expression abruptly falls flat.]

Gino, are you really trying to blackmail me with a bunch of poorly-lit, blurry pictures on your phone?

[explores]

They're still plenty discernible!

[canceller]

Somehow I really doubt that.

[explores]

Discernible enough, combined with the power of suggestion.

[ Tugging at his wrist in earnest, this time. ]

Either way, you'd be foolish to make an enemy outta me, Orange.

[canceller]

[Yeah, guess who's taking the opportunity to flip Gino this time, wrist pinned against the bed as Jeremiah leans over him.]

Perhaps I'm just a fool, then.

[explores]

[ Somehow he had a feeling it was coming, but that still didn't prepare him for it. Not to mention he's really got nothing on Jeremiah's reflexes, unfortunately. ]

Haaah, what treachery is this? Foul play!

[canceller]

Says the man who tried to blackmail me just now.

[Jeremiah just seeks out Gino's other wrist, pinning both and leaning down to kiss lightly right on his neck.]

[explores]

Hnf—

[ Well, shit.

Except he isn't struggling at all, whatsoever. ]

You're no better, fraternizing with a criminal.

[canceller]

Maybe.

[He's nuzzling up, nudging his head back and kissing the underside of his jaw.]

But I've still got the upper hand, now don't I?

[explores]

Only because I'm letting you.

[ He swallows noticeably, craning his head to the side a little. ]

Don't think you can control an unstoppable force with a bunch of smooth talking and a pretty face.

[canceller]

All right, all right. [After all, he's not going to challenge the younger man and give him some excuse to fight him, because he likes him pliant like this. He can just nip and suck at his skin and breathe in the smell of him and enjoy it.]

[explores]

Long as we understand each other.

[ But by then the sass has gone out of him and he's sprawled out about as pliantly as it gets, neither resistant nor demanding. Just laying there and enjoying the attention. He even lets out an audibly content sigh, shutting his eyes and thinking very little of being 100% on display (and being the only one who is) because he is just so uncomfortable. In general, and with being around Jeremiah, as it were. ]

[canceller]

[The nice thing is too that while they're both certainly willing to go somewhere with this, he's really just not in the hurry to get there. Wherever that may be, even as he presses closer, cloth of his uniform brushing against skin.]

[explores]

[ Gino lets out a low hum, laying still and captive and only shifting a little as he gets closer and grateful that at least what he's pressing against isn't scratchy. Still— ]

Bit overdressed, aren't you?

[canceller]

Mmm... I thought you liked how this uniform looks on me.

[He's still nuzzling sweetly, working his way down a little to the jut of Gino's collarbone and giving a little nip before he pushes himself up.]

[explores]

I do! But not as much as I like what's underneath it.

[ He knows fully well that that is an overdone line and he does not care. In fact he even laughs at it a little, his shoulders jumping just slightly at the nip and then lifting his head expectantly. waitin 4 the gun show ]

[canceller]

[Jeremiah just tilts his head slightly, then slowly pulls his hands away from Gino's wrists, his gloved touch dragging down the underside of his arms before releasing him entirely.]

Would you care to help me, then?

[explores]

[ He twitches again, trying and failing to hold in a ticklish giggle. It kind of ruins the sultry mood but since he's not being harassed about it he opts to pretend it didn't happen, even if he is still grinning when he sits up and reaches out. ]

Would I.

[ yes just ignore his sensitive baby skin and focus on him making short work of the buttons on his uniform jacket and related use of his long, skillful fingers, shall we ]

[canceller]

[For now, he decides maybe he'll just be a lazy jerk, and only shifts this way and that to ease Gino's work in removing the garment. Jeremiah even raises one hand to his face, as if to bite the finger of one and pull it off with his teeth. However, he just closes his mouth instead and aims a sultry look at the blond below him before offering the hand forward.]

Would you care to do the honors?

[explores]

[ He pauses at the last button, flicking it open with a thoughtless motion of his thumb and pushing his jacket open. But not off, yet, because instead he leans forward and bites down on his fingertip ever so gently. Too far down to be just the tip of his glove, as it were. ]

I would've liked to see you do it, but if you insist...

[ He slides his mouth down to nip the end of his glove and gives it a tug to pull it off of him. ]

[canceller]

[Well then the way his eyes narrow and that pleased little smile of his are plenty justified, just gently slipping his hand from the fabric, baring warm skin. He's a little paler than before, having had little time for the rather proud upkeep of a tan. But he'll fix that.]

I do.

[explores]

Luckily, I'm feeling up to taking orders.

[ With the glove off, he spits it to the side and nuzzles against Jeremiah's hand while he reaches for the other one to do the same thing. And once both are out of his way, he gets rid of his jacket, too. It's all going on the floor, if you want it folded neatly and set aside Gino's definitely not the one to take that up with. ]