Fantasy RP The Tale of the Shadow (Kkjib)

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra scowls and grasps at the short, pulling it off his head, "Wait- Where's my belt?" He pulls the shirt on, turning, as if he could look around the room.

 

[Kkjib]

"I don't know." Zukata awnsers as he walks back to sit at the edge of the bed, this time he truly did not know where his belt went.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra groans, "I need my belt-" He flops onto the bed.

"I'm not walking around looking like a hobo-"

 

[Kkjib]

"Hey, you'd be a cute hobo." Zukata awnsers with a laugh, ruffling Azra's hair as he flops onto the bed.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra glares, scrunching his nose and furrowing his brow, "No." He grumbles.

"I'm not walking around with my pants trying to fall off."

 

[Kkjib]

"Then I guess you'll just have to stay in here until either you or I find your belt." Zukata awnsers as he pokes Azra cheek.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra bites his finger, growling. "Then find it."

 

[Kkjib]

"A please would be nice." Zukata huffs as he crosses his arms.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

"You lied to me saying you didn't have my shirt. Not lying would be nice." Azra snaps back, flopping back onto the bed.

 

[Kkjib]

"I was playing around. Can't take a joke kitty cat?" Zukata huffs as he looks over at Azra but he stands from the bed and starts to look for the belt.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra grumbles, "I can. . ." He curls up on the bed, "But why do I get the feeling you like seeing me shirtless?"

 

[Kkjib]

"Can you blame me? You've got so many tattoos on you, it's like you're a work of art." Zukata awnsers as he he shuffles thought some of the piles of clothing looking for the belt.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra snorts, "Yeah? And I'm guessing he muscles don't help my case." He rolls his eyes, pushing his hair back, away from his face.

 

[Kkjib]

"I mean... I'll admit it. You're hot, kitty cat." Zukata awnsers with a hum, looking over his shoulder at Azra. He then turns his attention back to his task.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra blushes slightly, "I wouldn't know. I can't see myself." He sighs and lays back on the bed.

"Mmm. .. I don't wanna get up-"

 

[Kkjib]

Zukata hums as he finally finds the belt.

"You look cute like that kitty cat." Zukata comments as he walks closer and places a hand down onto the edge of the bed, sinking in slightly. The belt in his other hand. "I found you belt though so..."

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra sighs softly, stretching out his legs, laying on his back, "Mmm, thanks. . . Just put it on the desk or something. . ."

 

[Kkjib]

Zukata huffs softly as he follows the order and places the belt on the desk. He then looks back at the bed.

"It's on the desk." He says as he walks back to the bed, looking down at Azra. He then sits on the edge with a hum.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

(Pfft, brain went: disapointed- he could a totally made a move on him XD)

Azra smiles slightly, "Thank you. . ." He relaxes more into his bed, rubbing his face.

 

[Kkjib]

(Don't give me that liberty cuz I'll take that chance)

Zukata stayed silent as he looked down at the man. He really did find this slightly angry but weirdly kind man attractive. Slowly, Zukata leaned down closer.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

(My characters are bottoms, or power bottoms, they won't normally make the first move, do with that as you will ;D)

Azra opens an eye, though he obviously couldn't see the other, "Zukata? Why are you so quiet?"

 

[Kkjib]

(Bet.)

Zukata still didn't awnser as he leaned down. It wasn't until he was inches away from Azra's. He opened his mouth to speak bit closes it as he didn't know what to say.

"Sorry.." He mumbles softly before he moves the last inch and presses his lips against Azra's.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra frowns, and shifts to get his elbows under him, mildly concerned when he diding hear the other. He opened his mouth slightly, lips parting to speak when he nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of the other's voice right in front of him.

He lets out a sound of surprise, feeling Zukata's lips against his own. After a moment, he pulls away, "Wh-What are you doing?" He mumbles, face flushed and heart racing.

 

[Kkjib]

"You're fucking hot kitty cat and honestly I'm making a move..." Zukata says as he adjusts the way he was sitting, placing a hand on each side of Azra's body.

"Push me away, do anything, but if it doesn't bother you-" He adds as he leans in again aiming to kiss Azra once more.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra flushes more, tilting his head slightly, "N-No. . . I-I mea, well- I-" He stammers and squeaks when he feels the mattress dip on either side of him.

He squirms slightly and bites his lower lip, closing his eyes as Zukata kisses him again. He hesitates before lightly kissing him back.

 

[Kkjib]

Zukata kept the kiss soft at first but the hesitant kiss back from Azra gave him all that he needed to possibly go a little harder.

Lifting one hand from the bed Zukata placed it behind Azra head running through the lock of hair locking Azra in this kiss. He then tilted his head slightly in the kiss

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra makes a muffled sound, pressing closer and closing his eyes. He kisses back more firmly, a little sloppily, but trying to reciprocate Zukata's motions.

He slowly reaches a hand forward, grasping the other's side firmly in his hand, fingers digging into the flesh slightly.

 

[Kkjib]

Zukata pulled away slightly to hiss before laughing. "Trying to hurt me, kitty cat?" He asks with a soft hum before he tucks his head down and kisses the crook of Azra's neck. Trailing soft kisses up the man's neck before sucking slightly to mark the skin.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Azra lets go, pulling his head back, "S-Sorry-" He mumbles, tipping his head back slightly. He squirms slightly again, grasping the blankets beneath him.

He groans softly at the feel of Zukata's mouth on his neck, shivering. "Mmph~"

 

[Kkjib]

"Let's make some more marks on this pretty skin.." Zukata mumbles into Azra's neck as he continued to make hickeys up and down the man's neck.

While Zukata practically abused Azra's neck, the hand that was behind the man's head moved to trail down his back to the rest on his hip, the fingers under the hem of his pants.