♏ [/hides in shame]
"Yess..."
He ought feel guilty for corrupting the Karasuno so, yet somehow the taste of lightly salted skin and the texture of smooth and unmarked flesh drove him crazy. The purpling marks along his shoulder, barely concealed by the jersey bore testimony. "It looks... Good." He exhaled, nipping at the shell of the redheads ear.
"Tie my hands."
This thing... That he had with this freckled volleyballer was entirely off the radar. There was just a comforting numbness to submission, subjugation and immobilisation. For such a slight male, meek natured though he had his moments, he didn't expect much of their rare encounters and couplings. This time he'd brought a soft cord as opposed to the nylon tag tie he had entertained many a time, pressing it into the youths palms. "Tie them tightly."
"Here kitty kitty~ " gimme owlkittens~
"…You’re not funny." Still, it doesn’t mean it didn’t attract his attention. He was still getting used to those fuzzy black ears and that fluffy tail that plumed from his tailbone and swished at the tip in minute agitation.
”No I’m not..” Ukai mumbled. He was not too old for something like that. Heck, he even had a kitten of his own, so petting a… human…oid cat thing, couldn’t be that much different, now could it? Wonder if Akaashi would purr? That could be cute! Ukai could feel a blush creep onto his cheeks from excitement when Akaashi headbutted his hand. He tried so hard not to smile and give away his excitement too much. How could anyone be that cute, really. He first stroked the soft feeling hair, then moved his hand slowly towards one black fluffy ear. Ukai scratched the base, gently, watching the teen for possible discomfort. Then, ever so gently, his fingers moved up the ear while making small circular motions.
As fingers slid lower it was as if his will slowly sapped from his body until his entire body was held by a tightrope by the crux of those scritching digits and the nerve endings receiving that affection. He was not unlike overcooked pasta; limp and clingy. Not so much clingy, as reluctant to move though. "...Mm..." Eyelids sagging as lips pushed into an instinctive pout and his tail-tup trembled. Too much.
Random drawing of Akaashi Keiji.
"Here kitty kitty~ " gimme owlkittens~
"…You’re not funny." Still, it doesn’t mean it didn’t attract his attention. He was still getting used to those fuzzy black ears and that fluffy tail that plumed from his tailbone and swished at the tip in minute agitation.
”Awww… don’t be like that~ You look cute!” Adorable even. But he’d keep that to himself. The big fluffy ears were just way too cute on the owlsetter, as well as the tail. ”Can I touch them? Your ears I mean.” Ukai asked, his hand hoovering just a few inches away.
"...Aren't you a bit old for that?" He didn't mean it to come across the way he did, but why would he let someone that much older then him touch him full stop? Still, as the furry items twitched almost independantly he felt drawn to that hand hovering so close. The warmth pulled like a hook in a fish and absently he headbutted it with the side of his head, then looked bemused. "...But I guess you could."
"Here kitty kitty~ " gimme owlkittens~
"...You're not funny." Still, it doesn't mean it didn't attract his attention. He was still getting used to those fuzzy black ears and that fluffy tail that plumed from his tailbone and swished at the tip in minute agitation.
"Happy birthday, Akaashi~"
"Kandra don’t have birthdays, Bokuto." Giving him an almost concerned look as if wondering whether he had hit his head before his expression softened. "But Keiji would have appreciated the thought, I am sure." #MistbornAU
There were many things Bokuto tried to ignore, tried to push to the back of his mind. Looking at the kandra it was hard to keep them at bay. It frustrated him the way the creature used Keiji’s body, his voice, that so many things were familiar. And yet, to know that it wasn’t actually Keiji, that some creature had used his bones to take his place… It hurt. It hurt bad, but it was Keiji. Bokuto wasn’t sure what to feel, what to think, about knowing that his friend was dead while still standing in front of him.
"It’s not a command, it’s…" His brows furrowed in thought, trying to think of a good way to word it. "It’s a suggestion." The entire Contract thing with the Kandra frustrated him. There were only so many times he could hear ‘if that is what you command’ before it drove him nuts.
"Then I won't." He replies blithely and blinks owlishly before letting his gaze drift to the near distance as if not interested in anything at the moment. Still, he perked at the slightest sound though it was doubtless Bokuto would detect something with his mistborn powers. Akaashi hated those powers. Full stop. Allomancy was the power that enslaved them after all, a Kandra's fallacy. "Unless you want to Bokuto. If so then I'll tell you the day I replaced Akaashi Keiji."
He toys with the collar of his shirt and observes a dark spot on the wall cooly, almost enviable focus. Or perhaps aversion to the topic at hand. "I do not want any presents."
My muse will grow cat ears and a tail and adopt the mannerisms of a cat/kitten for the entirety of a thread!
YES.
