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[frostfist]

WHO: wriothesley, various
WHAT: 2024 catchall log
WHERE: around
WHEN: march 2024 onwards
WARNINGS: n/a; will be added in thread headers

Comments

slowly crawls over here

[sparse]

[ damn, can't believe wrio is being a slut—

Blade hardly lets out a protest when Wriothesley drags him into the cramped space. With their bodies pressed together, there's barely any room for him to look over at the guy they've been watching to get a better view. He'll just have to trust that Wriothesley is going to update him if things go awry. ]

If we want to get this over with it, he better.

[ Alas, Lady Luck isn't so kind to either of them.

The guy begins to head their way, and soon enough, a gruff voice cuts through the tense silence.

What are you guys doin' here?

Of course, Blade's reaction is to go on the offense, but since he's dressed to match the other man, with a few buttons already unravelled, then surely... an alternative method can be found. ]

[frostfist]

[ thanks for exposing some titty for him, bladie

But of course things wouldn't go their way. That would simply be too easy and gods forbid he ever be allowed to take the easy route in life.

So back to Plan B, For Real This Time, though he does glance upwards at Blade (what the hell are you so tall for, my man?), lips pursing as he takes a second to mull over the potential consequences of this plan. Namely, the willingness of his partner for the night. But, well, it's not really like they have any other options unless they want to kill the guy and cause a scene. ]

Follow my lead.

[ A quick message fired off, followed by a press of a palm against Blade's cheek as Wriothesley turns the other man towards him and tugs down for….a kiss?? Not even a light peck but a full-on kiss, though at least there's no tongue (yet). How little can they get away with before the guard feels satisfied enough to leave?

(The answer is: not this little.) ]

[sparse]

[ as long as wrio gropes it okokok

The digital message pops up in his vision, but before he can say anything, Wriothesley pulls him in for a kiss. Their lips touch, and Blade's eyes widen out of surprise, not entirely sure of what just happened. The warmth is shockingly pleasant, but every part of him is desperate to push Wriothesley away, shove him against the wall, and ask him what the hell?

But it appears to have the intended effect. The unruly guard is flabbergasted by the display, sputtering nonsense, unable to figure out what to say.

It clicks for Blade then. And despite his reservations with this tactic, he knows that it isn't too different from the other times that Elio has picked a role for him that he doesn't want to do.

So he grabs onto Wriothesley's collar, pulling him closer to kiss him more. And maybe it's because of the heat of the moment, or maybe it's because he doesn't think this is enough to convince the guard, but he swipes his tongue across Wriothesley's upper lip, as if seeking entrance within. ]