dumbshow | incredibly indulgent shipping post

[Oh... that's sweet of him, in a way. Jindosh watches him fuss at him and remembers: Paolo is kind of in love with him, or something? It's a thin overlay to everything he does now; he smokes a little and Paolo is in love with him, Paolo fiddles with his pin and is somewhat in love with him—it's distracting.

He hums, quirking an eyebrow as he lifts his hand to touch Paolo's cheek again. Hmm.] This was your idea.

[Just saying. They could have just gotten high, but nooo.] Next time you'll have to wait the extra two minutes to get upstairs.

That's two minutes I could be kissing you. [He kisses him because he's in love with him, obviously. Speaking of kissing, he's going to lean forward and do that. Jindosh is thinking about something, and he doesn't care to know what it is. Just to make him stop it.

Pay attention to how sweet he is!!] We should probably head up there, hm? [He says before another, a smirk tugging at his lips.] Wouldn't want those guards coming back...

[He is sweet, and Jindosh is fascinated by it. He likes kissing him, at least, dropping his hand to Paolo's collar to keep him close. For kisses. Not feelings.

Maybe a few feelings.] Multitask, Paolo. [kiss him while walking... And even though he's just tugged him close, now he nudges him back.] Get up, then.

Just... a few more... [Paolo complains about not being in bed, then spends all his time kissing Jindosh. He has no right to by the time he's done, moving off him to stand.

He'd said just a few more, and yet he's still looking to kiss him again the moment he's back on his feet. Paolo is awful.]

[Paolo. Jindosh does indulge him, but he's going to sit up and then stand up whether Paolo gets off of him or not. Stop thirsting for a minute and come upstairs with him.]

Paolo, [he says against his lips, once they're finally upright. He's also making a half-assed effort to finger-comb his own hair back into place, which is working well enough. Hmm.] Upstairs.

[A helpful reminder... if he has to pull on his collar again to get him to go, he will.]

Kirin, [he says, chasing his lips until he has to be pulled to get going. He'd call himself a wolf, moments ago, but he's still following him like he was no more than a lovesick puppy.

He'll just blame the smoking. It's fine.] I was multitasking.

[Paolo calls him by his first name because he's kind of in love with him, Jindosh thinks, but all he does is tug his collar again to get him to follow faster. They could do without Paolo wandering around the house with his dick hard, probably...]

And you almost managed to do it well. Now come to bed with me.

Almost. Yeah, right... [Paolo scoffs, but he won't argue it. His dick being hard is becoming a real discomfort here, so it's Paolo who winds up pulling Jindosh along when he sees those guards are close to coming by again. Now he's quiet when they're near.

He wasn't kidding when he said two minutes was too long, though, because when they reach the threshold he's kicking off his shoes (and socks), going to touch his pin yet again. He's as delicate as last time, but it's to place it in the pocket of his jacket.] You really gotta wear this shit every day? You don't leave the lab.

[Thank god he's taking off his socks before Jindosh has to be aware of them again. That's so considerate. He watches Paolo, slipping an arm around his waist when he comes close again to complain about his pin. Hm.]

You make it so obvious that you haven't rubbed enough elbows with the actual nobility. Their garments would put you into fits, if you object so strongly to mine. [The high socks? The stupidly elaborate jackets? Jindosh has a pin and crushed leather, be thankful.

Now then, he shifts forward to press his thigh against Paolo's arousal through his pants. Hey.] What are we going to do with you, Paolo...? [tsk tsk.....]

I don't want to bed the actual nobility, Ki... rin. [Paolo falters with the press forward, crushed leather becoming even more crushed under his fingers. It doesn't take much to the heat rise in his face, and how easy he was red only made it a darker.

He still makes an effort to undo the buttons, fumbling and all. Bless his heart.] I want you. And I don't want to rub elbows.

[Paolo being kind of in love with him is flattering, now. Jindosh hums like he's still just considering going through with getting undressed, even as he lazily slips his fingers under Paolo's shirt collar and around to the buttons. He opens the first one as slowly as he physically can.

The smoke and sucking him off have put him in a much more sexually confident place, it seems.]

I know. You're transparent. It's part of your charm, your complete aversion to subtlety. I like it. [This he emphasizes by pressing his leg further between Paolo's, holding him steady with the arm around his waist. More buttons coming undone...]

[Paolo didn't know where he'd suddenly gotten this from, but whatever he was going to say was lost on him. He shouldn't be so easily enraptured, but... Well, he was kinda in love with him.] Y-Yeah.

[Yeah? That's all he can manage, really? Internally cursing himself, he makes up for it in successfully opening Jindosh's jacket.] I'm uh... glad... I'm real glad you like me. [That isn't any less embarrassing to say, especially accompanied by pressing down into Jindosh's thigh.]

[This just gets funnier and funnier... Jindosh presses into Paolo's back with the heel of his hand, putting pressure on his spine the way he goes to pieces over so nicely. Yeah? Yeah, and "I'm real glad you like me," incredible. If Jindosh didn't like him as much as he does, he'd laugh aloud.

He does chuckle, low in his throat, but he doesn't pull away to cackle meanly and leave Paolo there. So. Give and take.]

I know, [he says again, sliding his hand down to tug open the front of Paolo's pants. His pants that Paolo is wearing. Details.] I wonder exactly how glad you are that I'm so fond of you.

[Glad enough to cooperate with his hand slipping into those pants now, to grip his length through his underwear? Is Jindosh even going to let Paolo reach the bed?? It's uncertain.]

[Okay, Paolo said he would make it to the bed last time, but there's a small doubt of that in the back of his mind with hands on either side of him. To be fair, he's been achingly hard for longer than he can remember, and touching his back was just a dirty move. The sharp inhale in response was beyond his control.]

T-That enough to let you know? [He managed a grin, but there's no confidence in it. Not compared to Jindosh's.] I'm not gonna beg.

[Jindosh likes to win, and he's winning now - the very important bet of whether or not Paolo will make it to the bed before getting off. Jindosh is already smirking at him, enjoying the way Paolo keeps trying to go on with his confident tough guy facade even in this situation.]

Aren't you? [He shifts his hand down further, stroking him slowly through fabric. Tell him he's smart, baby.] It's not as if I'm obligated to do this for you...

Kirin, [It's hard to sound stern when his breath hitches like it does, but no one can say he didn't try. He was making a real effort not to let his resolve crumble as easily here, but it's hard when his strokes are more infuriating than relieving.]

You... you aren't, you could go back to work making things I can't even dream of. Nobody can. But I'd really, really appreciate it. [God, he knows he's dancing the line of pleading. It doesn't help that he adds,] Please, Kirin.

[Oh, he's not so much dancing that line as sprinting over it, as far as Jindosh is concerned. Such a quick appeal to his genius? Paolo is truly desperate to be touched, and Jindosh appreciates a good compliment.]

Look at me, [he says, lifting his hand from Paolo's back to tilt his chin up with a finger. He looks at Paolo for a beat too long, with some kind of fond emotion, then kisses him as he palms his length more readily - but still through fabric. He's building up to it, alright.] You have my attention, Paolo. I'm here.

[And so are his Feelings, damn them.]

[For someone not in love with him, Jindosh is doing a good job of pulling Paolo head-over-heels. He's easy, he's so easy, but he's beyond caring if it means he'll get him looks like that. He's been starved of affection for too long now.

So he runs his fingers through his hair, settling them at the back of Jindosh's head and bracing his other hand on his shoulder. He had to, leaning up and into him like that to kiss him again.] And you're... you're not going anywhere.

[For someone only kind of in love with him, Paolo is making it absurdly obvious. Jindosh kisses him back generously, slipping that hand back down to his waist now that Paolo is with the program.]

It is my house. [Ha! Jokes! But really, he's apparently content to kiss Paolo again, slower this time, and pull his teasing hand up to finally dip his fingers past Paolo's waistband and stroke him skin-to-skin. He'd make another pseudo-snide comment, but he's busy kissing.]

[He's going to have to spare him pseudo-snide comments for like, another minute or two here. But Paolo can only stay on his toes for so long, and when he does break away, he's pulling Jindosh forward while stepping back.

Let him get to the bed, please god. He's already biting his lip to avoid making a sound.]

[Where does he think he's going with Jindosh's hand down his pants, that's the real question. Jindosh supposes he can follow when he's pulled, lest he just take his hand away and stand there just looking at him. Paolo biting his lip makes his heart turn over in a way he'll never be used to, and even as they're finally making their way to the bed he leans back down to kiss him again.

Ugh. Terrible. Get to the bed before he loses his patience in an entirely different way.]

[He is going to bed, thank you!! He only stops when the back of his legs hit the bedside, but he doesn't will himself over it straight away. No, he saw the way he looked at him before he leaned in, and he responds by biting down on Jindosh's lip in turn.

That was about as harsh as he could get tonight, really, and it was nothing. He didn't even draw blood. Pathetic.]

[No, that's not fair at all. Jindosh can't help the noise he makes against Paolo's lips, something breathy that becomes a groan. Paolo is the worst...]

Down, [he says, and nudges Paolo back. Get down there so he can touch more dick and say nothing at all about his feelings.]

[Paolo is supposed to remember to ask about his feelings, but there isn't much thought beyond falling back into bed. He moves back for the space to follow, dragging his pants past his knees to be kicked off. Somewhere. He didn't care where yet again.]

Not a dog, [he says, well after the fact he just took orders to get his dick touched.]

[Paolo is so easy. Jindosh doesn't hesitate before climbing over him, bracing himself with one hand next to Paolo while the other goes back to stroking him. He's not wasting time anymore, Paolo can thank him later for that.]

No, but you are mine. [A helpful reminder as he squeezes down his length and pulls up again, pausing to rub his thumb over the tip. Tell him he's smart again...]

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