( catchall ) time to celebrate

[rikugan]

WHO: aodh belli, gojo satoru rikugan + you
WHAT: catchall
WHERE: all over
WHEN: throughout dec 2024
WARNINGS: will cw on subject headers as needed

( ooc | a general catchall for both open and closed logs below! if we've made plans, don't hesitate to drop something in under the respective headers. otherwise, you can reach me at voicelog for plotting. ✌️ )

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[uncourteous]

[ while it's not nearly as disgusting as he believed it to be in theory, it doesn't stop him from being the one this time to lean into the kiss. just for a moment, he lets his lips and saliva coat the other man's, before his teeth grazes the corner of his lip, and he bites down.

take that. he puts a hand between them to shove him off. ]

[belli]

[ unfortunately for callisto, aodh is not done with him yet and the princeling shall find out very quickly that it is incredibly hard to shove away a dragon that refuses to be moved, especially one that has been rightfully provoked. barely reacting to that cheeky little bite, aside from a quiet chuckle, aodh needlessly tightens his hold around him, letting the heat of their bodies collide and meld together, undeterred by the fabrics that separates them.

as he proceeds to deepen their kiss with first a retaliatory nip of his own, he at least ensures he doesn't draw blood this time, his only objective to fully slip in an intrepid tongue, willfully exploring the velvety depths of his mouth. unhurried in his venture, he soon caresses a slick tongue, leading it into a defiant dance. ]

[uncourteous]

[ the fact that they're close enough for him to feel the heat of his body, or even the tautness of his muscles beneath his clothes is nothing short of... enraging, actually. while most would find such contact pleasurable, perhaps even a touch stimulating, it's anything but for callisto. or so he retains.

his brow furrows and his hand presses in harder with mot strength, yet aodh doesn't budge an inch. the nip back makes him release a small grunt, as he tries to pull his head back, only to remember the hand at the nape of his neck. instead he pulls away just enough for his lips to be repositioned and their tongues meeting with more fervor. except, his is definitely trying to inch away, but its hard when their mouths only provide so much space.

his feet rise up to step on aodh's feet, but he doesn't think that's going to help either. the dagger in his suit pocket is beginning to feel all the more appealing, and so his hand ends up sliding towards it.

release him?? hello? ]

[belli]

[ the flare of anger and outrage only serves to delight aodh, as he feels the puny human struggle in his arms. he almost bursts out laughing, when he feels the sole of a boot stamping down on his own. but he really ought to behave, shouldn't he? they are, after all, still out in public. nonetheless, he isn't in a rush to end the kiss, so even as he senses the princeling reach for presumably a weapon, he takes his time chasing after and tasting that elusive tongue.

after a while longer, he finally draws back with a satisfied lick of his lips. amusement is writ on his face, as he grins down at the blond. ]

That is how you kiss. [ he has yet to release him, instead his gaze lifting up to the mistletoe... which continues to hover above their heads. hm. ]

1/2

[uncourteous]

[ is it better or worse that callisto can so readily focus his energies on his anger rather than the sensuality shared between the two of him. in fact, when he finally pulls away and he just barely gets a grip on the handle of his dagger, aodh pulls back as if he had always intended to.

half of him wonders if he simply prolonged it from personal desire, or because he was in fact a wanton, uncouth creature of desires. exaggerations aside, callisto releases his hold on the dagger and instead grabs a handkerchief from his pocket, using it to wipe the sides of his mouth. clearly making a show of it.

before he pushes it against aodh's chest, and he realizes he can't step away yet. his eyes also look upwards and... ]

[uncourteous]

[ of course, he can't let this opportunity go. instead of lamenting about how they're still stuck like a normal person would, callisto in all his pettiness— ] Oh? So it looks like you don't actually know how to kiss at all. That perhaps chasing ones tongue doesn't constitute as being particularly skilled in anything but that.

Chasing. [ says callisto....

who doesn't actually know he is the root of the problem. ]

[belli]

[ certainly, their continual captivity isn't aodh's doing — or at least that is his highly accurate prevalent thought, as sharp red hues examine the decorative twig dispassionately. he may not have been fully immersed in the kiss, yet it was still sincere and entertaining, if not enjoyable, on his end.

the mistletoe most likely requires some level of effort and sincerity on the part of both parties.

he is about to say as much to the princeling, when smug words penetrate through his musings and... causes the faintest irritable twitch to his jaw. he is well aware that the blond is attempting to irk him with such an obvious taunt, yet it unfortunately seems to be working a little too well. ]

Don't know how to kiss, huh? [ a scoff, before he very promptly hefts the human right up onto his shoulder. ] We shall see about that.

[ summoning forth a pitch black portal, aodh walks straight through it with the princeling in toll. if they are truly to rid themselves of this hovering plant, then perhaps some privacy is needed — or maybe they'll get lucky and the mistletoe will disperse upon a change of locale.

as he steps out onto the other side, he wastes little time in setting callisto back onto the floor, before he bends down to give him a very nasty bite on the crux of his neck. the sprig has faithfully followed them, apparently fine with teleportation as long as they remain close together. ]

[uncourteous]

[ opposite to whatever level of sincerity aodh may have placed into the kiss, callisto had no such sentiments. just like now. he was infinitely more interested in potentially cutting him down than he was in any prospect of being freed. except, he also does want to be freed…

while the desire for release may have temporarily taken its position on the back burner, it seems to spark with more intensity when he not-so delicately gets yoinked up. while there’s no sound beyond the initial inhalation of air, and then him silently seething in this proximity, he’s clearly miffed. he should be impressed with the way they teleport without the need of a magic scroll, and it’s here for he first time…

he realizes aodh truly wasn’t an individual to trifled with. yet, here he is. still within his close proximity, and now even feeling the gradually familiar feel of the man’s teeth on his skin. there’s a heat behind the bite in which he doesn’t know if stems from the inside of the man’s mouth, or from the pain of his flesh being punctured. his hand reaches his own hand to curve over where aodh’s neck should be, if he can reach it, attempting to warn him to release him.

spoken like a true royal— ] Unhand me. This violence is likely why the sprig has no reason to accept your shoddy kisses.

[belli]

[ if he wasn't so busy chomping on him right now, aodh would kindly point out that there was no violence prior to this instance. it's the princeling's own fault for what's transpiring. blatantly ignoring him, he sinks a pair of fangs into his neck, until he tastes a pinprick of blood.

satisfied, aodh pulls away to look at his handiwork. take that, human. he can sport that mark for a couple of weeks, for all to see. ]

Mine kisses are not the issue. [ he finally deigns to correct him. ] You are. [ he reaches down to pinch callisto's cheeks together. ] Your underperformance is what's hindering us. Is it because you are a virgin? Have you never experienced pleasure or desire before?

[ he certainly kissed pecked him like a novice. ]