[All that leaves him making an exasperated noise, rolling over, and stuffing his face into the couch pillows before he remembers that many unkosher things probably happened on said couch, and who knows if they clean this thing.
[His eyes keep going to those seals, watching for any commands Kirei could issue. When it comes to a fight, Cu can read the situation and prepare himself - Kirei is a different story, someone he can't predict and doesn't want to figure out.]
[He waits, patiently, until he feels the pull on his prana increase. When he knows Cu is tired, that's when he'll finally let go of one wrist and go to pull his clothes open however necessary. If that means ripping those damned tights he will.]
[Let's be real. No one will miss the tights except Cu, and when that happens he growls and throws a half-hearted punch at the side of Kirei's head. It would be a real punch, except fuck this shit he's fucking tired and hungry and why can't we solve this like normal people and go eat pizza and fall asleep on the couch?]
[He takes the punch with a laugh, and retaliates with a hand tight around Lancer's throat.]
This is much more entertaining.
[Why would he want to do things politely? In the privacy of his own home he can show whatever face he likes. There's no reason to pretend at normalcy here. Instead, he'll indulge his true desires fully.]
[He freezes - not out of fear of being hurt, but that usual wariness of Kirei's command spells. He'd fight if he had a choice, no doubt, but this is different. Humiliating.]
[BITCH, battle continuation. He tries. He really, really tries to escape and he does pretty good for himself all things considered!!! But he's already been worn down and he's really sick of the tickling. SO, he sputters and flails until he reaches that point where you've been tickled so fucking much you feel numb -- and then he grumpily flops with a loud FUCK]
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[UGH HE SAID GET IT OVER WITH, NOT "GIVE ME A HANDJOB" FUCK, he squirms and otherwise makes a gangly ass of himself in Kirei's lap]
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What was that?
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I said don't call me a dog.
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Yes. [He was going to call it done there, but he realizes Kirei is the sort of ass who'd keep asking questions] Because it just is.
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On the other: he's too pissed off to be within 10 miles of "into it."
So he shoves at Kirei's hand]
Sure, whatever. Just hurry the hell up.
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[Suddenly he gets up, picking Cu up as he does and then dumping him back on the couch alone.]
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Yeah ok we're rolling back over now sorry]
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Hey, watch it, ass.
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For now he'll take joy in letting Cu wear himself out squirming and fully clothed.]
No.
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Can't you fucking wait?! I'd take 'em off!
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This is much more entertaining.
[Why would he want to do things politely? In the privacy of his own home he can show whatever face he likes. There's no reason to pretend at normalcy here. Instead, he'll indulge his true desires fully.]
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Your idea of fun is messed up.
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[His free hand, meanwhile, makes short work of pulling down the remains of those tights.]
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Fine, whatever, ever considered not having fun for the sake of everyone else?
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[He's not letting go for now. He can keep that grip just fine, even while he other hand trails slowly up Cu's thigh.]
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He'll just let Cu flail a bit before he stops. Honestly the more worn out he is the better, for now.]
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