[ He doesn't intend for the bite to be for anything more than shock value. It's too bad that intent and instinct aren't always in alignment.
Before he knows it, Sampo's mouth is against his jawline. He could easily pull the man in his lap. His eyes see, from their periphery, the pretty red that colours Sampo's cheeks. Under, he'd said, but he's kind of imagining it the other way around, now, with how much easier it'd be to do as he wills and keep Sampo's hands from straying where they shouldn't. It'd be simple. One motion. They technically achieve the same thing, in this case, in restraining this insufferable man who's been dancing too well to the beat. His pulse flutters, and his breaths would be staccato if he hadn't gotten that under control moments ago.
Which is its own reminder, on top of Sampo's words, that things were quickly getting out of hand. Does that really matter, though? … Yes. It does. They're on a goddamn bus with however many of their teammates on the other side, and—it's much too soon to give in.
At least he hadn't gone further than a bite, is the cope. ]
… Me.
[ Who will put Elysium in his place, he'd asked? Elysium himself, apparently. In the single second he achieves clarity, he unwinds his arm from Sampo's shoulders, extracts and drops the hand against his chest to shove Sampo's other hand away from his waist. He even has the audacity to sit back, close his eyes, and cross his arms and legs. Calling him a charming cryptid might be a bit on the nose, but that's exactly the behaviour he's exemplifying. Sampo isn't getting much more explanation than that. ]
That's a place to end, if any. [ enjoy the cliffhanger. ] Not bad for a first rehearsal, right?
[ first rehearsal, he says, like they're going to do it again??????? ]
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Before he knows it, Sampo's mouth is against his jawline. He could easily pull the man in his lap. His eyes see, from their periphery, the pretty red that colours Sampo's cheeks. Under, he'd said, but he's kind of imagining it the other way around, now, with how much easier it'd be to do as he wills and keep Sampo's hands from straying where they shouldn't. It'd be simple. One motion. They technically achieve the same thing, in this case, in restraining this insufferable man who's been dancing too well to the beat. His pulse flutters, and his breaths would be staccato if he hadn't gotten that under control moments ago.
Which is its own reminder, on top of Sampo's words, that things were quickly getting out of hand. Does that really matter, though? … Yes. It does. They're on a goddamn bus with however many of their teammates on the other side, and—it's much too soon to give in.
At least he hadn't gone further than a bite, is the cope. ]
… Me.
[ Who will put Elysium in his place, he'd asked? Elysium himself, apparently. In the single second he achieves clarity, he unwinds his arm from Sampo's shoulders, extracts and drops the hand against his chest to shove Sampo's other hand away from his waist. He even has the audacity to sit back, close his eyes, and cross his arms and legs. Calling him a charming cryptid might be a bit on the nose, but that's exactly the behaviour he's exemplifying. Sampo isn't getting much more explanation than that. ]
That's a place to end, if any. [ enjoy the cliffhanger. ] Not bad for a first rehearsal, right?
[ first rehearsal, he says, like they're going to do it again???????