Who said I gotta? [He also can't get any sort of judgment regarding porn. He'd run into a few people here that, despite settling in to a sex resort for perverts, still seemed to think getting off solo or the old fashioned way was somehow weird. Aak can appreciate porn, or a dick pic, or just jerkin' it, but...]
I'm just saying if you wanna see my dick then I want ya' to get me off.
[If there's a person right across a wall from him he's not gonna not try something.]
[ There's a moment of pause from the other side of the wall as Obikawa is only slightly confused. Time at the casino has left him well-adjusted to nearly every interaction being transactional, always beneficial to do something in order to participate in the game. ]
That's all? I don't mind... people have said that my blowjobs feel pretty good.
Yea, yea, got it, remind me to save the quips for sober guys...
[He's making the judgement to just be direct with this guy from now on. Either way, he'll leisurely pull himself up from the couch and brush himself off from any snack dust that may have settled. He does pause to look up at the screen and see where the plot was at. He can't tell if this is supposed to be authoritarian violence to an alien underclass or an uprising in the making. Once all the dicks and pussies were out it all kinda looked the same.]
Remember you gotta hit your button too. [he's not taking chances, he'll remind the guy before pressing his big, green LUST button]
[ The alcohol hasn't settled enough, but his body has definitely become lax enough that when Obikawa initially stands his head feels light enough that he needs to grip the table. Holding himself steady for a brief moment as he catches up with the rest of the world, straightening out his back every so slowly to keep himself from slamming face first into the carpet.
Whatever is left on the screen is just noise, hardly relevant, as he makes his way over to press the LUST button. His hand remains there as the partition rises, lips curled into a grin once their faces become present. ] I'm coherent enough not to mess this up at least! Ain'tcha lucky.
[The partition rises. From's Aak's perspective this guy looks normal. Was that purposeful? If someone could change their body he assumes they'd generally hang out in whatever form was most comfortable. Or that it was one of the limits he had and that one was convenient enough.]
What do you think? [he holds out an arm, his tail curling demonstratively.]
Not a bear or a fo- what d'you mean? Don't talk about messing up at a time like this!
[The cutesy introduction is cut short by a Feline who suddenly doesn't feel very lucky. Good at this but could mess it up... was he going to have his first time actually concerned someone would screw up majorly down there? It was amazing it took that long for it to happen, really.]
[ It's only in Obikawa's blood to mess up a potential meet-cute. ]
Mm... hm. Yeah. I'm just glad to see that you don't have any feathers, really. [ He places the glass he had in his hands on the table across from him, slowly moving to stand up on his feet. ] You ever been held down by one of those? The talons on them are really annoying.
[ He comes closer, his steps calculated and slow. It's all to keep him upright and from falling headfirst in the carpet, but his expression is evident of interest. ] They hook and sink in. I hate those types the most. But you're not like that at all. [ He shows no sense of reservation as he reaches out to grab the arm that was left outstretched, touching the base of the Feline's forearm with a smile. He taps his index finger against fur, a sensation that's not unfamiliar to him. ]
[It's easier to accept something might go comically wrong when it doesn't involve his dick. He's a bit egocentric that way.]
[His tail lashes back behind him while he doesn't move an inch to make the other man's journey easier. He does listen, though. The idea of feathers doesn't unsettle him. Plenty of Liberi had feathers somewhere on their body or embedded in their hair. Talons were rarer. While the other man takes his arm, touches the fur, Aak considers how much he would need to piss off a Liberi to get held down by talons...]
I try to keep things more friendly. [he can imagine it, at least, from similar weapon wounds]
See, I keep my nails all nice and everything. [he splays his fingers, where the black-quicked nails are indeed neatly trimmed.] No point in hurtin' someone unless I want to.
[A little hint of threat, though. Even if he doesn't need to, he personally dislikes implying he's totally harmless.]
[ Apparently falling love - completely unbeknownst to him - was enough to send talons sinking into his skin. Hooking into organs and pulling down scales, a memory that makes him only slightly irritated in his drunken state. He escaped and lived, but the fact that one of his own kin had attacked him was still enough to piss him off.
His fingers come to follow the curve of Aak’s nails before withdrawing his hands completely. ]
But what if they want you to? [ He asks, feeling the brush of red deepen in his ears. ] You could scratch me up a little and I wouldn’t mind, at least.
[Some things were less a matter of what they did but what others around them decided to do. For all the transgressions he committed himself he caught the most shit for ones he had no choice in.]
[His ears perk up at the question. He certainly preferred to be able to inflict a little bit of pain and soreness. Anytime he was specifically told not to it was so distracting to worry about how he held himself or the force with which he used teeth against skin.]
[(And if there was some mistake downstairs he could also just vent his frustration with that as an excuse! Lucky him!)]
Oh, that's good to know! [Part of his smile is wholly sincere, for the reasons above. He bounces on his heels, a bit eager again.]
I can't do talons but I could bite you up a bit, if you're a lil' M, hehehe.
[He tugs his cheek to the side so the pointed canine is revealed.]
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Who said I gotta? [He also can't get any sort of judgment regarding porn. He'd run into a few people here that, despite settling in to a sex resort for perverts, still seemed to think getting off solo or the old fashioned way was somehow weird. Aak can appreciate porn, or a dick pic, or just jerkin' it, but...]
I'm just saying if you wanna see my dick then I want ya' to get me off.
[If there's a person right across a wall from him he's not gonna not try something.]
Handjob, blowjob, whateverjob you got.
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[ There's a moment of pause from the other side of the wall as Obikawa is only slightly confused. Time at the casino has left him well-adjusted to nearly every interaction being transactional, always beneficial to do something in order to participate in the game. ]
That's all? I don't mind... people have said that my blowjobs feel pretty good.
[ So yeah. He's not against giving Aak head. ]
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[He's making the judgement to just be direct with this guy from now on. Either way, he'll leisurely pull himself up from the couch and brush himself off from any snack dust that may have settled. He does pause to look up at the screen and see where the plot was at. He can't tell if this is supposed to be authoritarian violence to an alien underclass or an uprising in the making. Once all the dicks and pussies were out it all kinda looked the same.]
Remember you gotta hit your button too. [he's not taking chances, he'll remind the guy before pressing his big, green LUST button]
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[ The alcohol hasn't settled enough, but his body has definitely become lax enough that when Obikawa initially stands his head feels light enough that he needs to grip the table. Holding himself steady for a brief moment as he catches up with the rest of the world, straightening out his back every so slowly to keep himself from slamming face first into the carpet.
Whatever is left on the screen is just noise, hardly relevant, as he makes his way over to press the LUST button. His hand remains there as the partition rises, lips curled into a grin once their faces become present. ] I'm coherent enough not to mess this up at least! Ain'tcha lucky.
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What do you think? [he holds out an arm, his tail curling demonstratively.]
Not a bear or a fo- what d'you mean? Don't talk about messing up at a time like this!
[The cutesy introduction is cut short by a Feline who suddenly doesn't feel very lucky. Good at this but could mess it up... was he going to have his first time actually concerned someone would screw up majorly down there? It was amazing it took that long for it to happen, really.]
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Mm... hm. Yeah. I'm just glad to see that you don't have any feathers, really. [ He places the glass he had in his hands on the table across from him, slowly moving to stand up on his feet. ] You ever been held down by one of those? The talons on them are really annoying.
[ He comes closer, his steps calculated and slow. It's all to keep him upright and from falling headfirst in the carpet, but his expression is evident of interest. ] They hook and sink in. I hate those types the most. But you're not like that at all. [ He shows no sense of reservation as he reaches out to grab the arm that was left outstretched, touching the base of the Feline's forearm with a smile. He taps his index finger against fur, a sensation that's not unfamiliar to him. ]
Right?
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[His tail lashes back behind him while he doesn't move an inch to make the other man's journey easier. He does listen, though. The idea of feathers doesn't unsettle him. Plenty of Liberi had feathers somewhere on their body or embedded in their hair. Talons were rarer. While the other man takes his arm, touches the fur, Aak considers how much he would need to piss off a Liberi to get held down by talons...]
I try to keep things more friendly. [he can imagine it, at least, from similar weapon wounds]
See, I keep my nails all nice and everything. [he splays his fingers, where the black-quicked nails are indeed neatly trimmed.] No point in hurtin' someone unless I want to.
[A little hint of threat, though. Even if he doesn't need to, he personally dislikes implying he's totally harmless.]
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His fingers come to follow the curve of Aak’s nails before withdrawing his hands completely. ]
But what if they want you to? [ He asks, feeling the brush of red deepen in his ears. ] You could scratch me up a little and I wouldn’t mind, at least.
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[His ears perk up at the question. He certainly preferred to be able to inflict a little bit of pain and soreness. Anytime he was specifically told not to it was so distracting to worry about how he held himself or the force with which he used teeth against skin.]
[(And if there was some mistake downstairs he could also just vent his frustration with that as an excuse! Lucky him!)]
Oh, that's good to know! [Part of his smile is wholly sincere, for the reasons above. He bounces on his heels, a bit eager again.]
I can't do talons but I could bite you up a bit, if you're a lil' M, hehehe.
[He tugs his cheek to the side so the pointed canine is revealed.]