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[Ryou turns to glance at Atem sideways, not direct eye contact but rather just kind of glancing through his bangs. That sounded...kind of bossy. Did he say something wrong? It doesn't seem like Atem means anything bad by it, but Ryou can never trust that he hasn't messed up somehow.

Then he's implored again to come over, and he can't just ignore it, can he? That would be...kind of rude, wouldn't it? All the same, Ryou looks pretty awkward, more than a little flustered honestly, as he walks back towards the kitchen counter. He distractedly runs a hand through his hair before finally making eye contact again.]

W...what did you...need?

[More importantly, what's that look on your face, sir? If he messed up you have to tell him so he doesn't do it again.]

If that was out of turn...you can tell me. I didn't mean to...you know. Overstep my bounds...

Edited (adds a lil more to the end) 2021-10-15 17:04 (UTC)

[First one hand, then the other, comes up to Ryou's face and pulls him in, so they're only a couple of inches apart.]

I need you to know, even if you didn't mean it like this, that you don't owe me anything like that. Not ever! No matter what happens.

[He brings Ryou's face closer, so that he can murmur this too quiet to carry, so even someone else in the room wouldn't catch it.]

But I do want you. I've wanted you since August. I've been waiting...

[...for, what? The right time? A perfect combination of circumstances, where Ryou isn't tired, or hurt, and Atem doesn't think it'll be a bad idea, and he's not a snake, or a bat.

He shakes his head, just a little, his bangs brushing Ryou's forehead.

A thumb strokes his cheek, affectionately and tenderly, before Atem cracks a smile again. His next words are lighter, and a little less quiet.]

I needed to say that to you, and not to the cabinet door.

[What do you say to that? What the hell do you say to that?!

Ryou just stands there, staring at Atem like a deer in headlights. Or a deer with headlights if they're being specific as to whose eyes are glowing. Even with the levity of the last statement, it doesn't do anything to stop Ryou's heart from racing or his face from flushing nearly black.

He might have preferred to be one with the cabinet at that point because he's now stood here without any idea what he should respond.]

You...me?

[That's not a sentence.

August?!]

I, um...I...

[Look, it was hard enough for him to have said what he did before, about owing Atem a favor. This is harder to deal with, because it does something to him, hearing that Atem wanted him. It's all well and good for Ryou to want Atem, to have thoughts to himself when they're not together and pine like the lovesick bastard he is but now Atem wants him, wanted him since August, and this information probably shouldn't have such an effect.

Ryou finally decides words are useless here and he closes the distance between them with an...enthusiastic kiss. Very enthusiastic.]

[Did Ryou somehow miss how weird snake-Atem got when Ryou was wrapped up in tail coils? Both times? Does Ryou know how close he came to not stopping? Because if Atem had been any more certain it would have been all right, between his own unfamiliar body and Ryou's exhaustion, all bets would have been off, and their first time together would have involved scales. It still might have, if he'd been in that form much longer.

But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is that he's being kissed with energy and enthusiasm, and Atem doesn't bother trying not to grin, or hold back a laugh that's low, but about as carefree as Ryou's ever heard from him -- his arms come up to wind around Ryou's neck and he returns the kiss, opening his mouth, happily accepting and keeping up the pace that's been set. If Ryou steps closer, Atem's knees will be on either side of his waist, and that's fine; Atem's well past feeling shame about any of this. Why should he? He was telling the truth. This is something he wants.

....his chest starts to buzz again.]

[It's pretty sad how Ryou will wheel himself in circles trying to sort out a rationale as to why someone would want to be this close to him. Even when the interest is dead-center.

Even when his boyfriend becomes aroused enough to become alarmed at his own snake anatomy.

...Though actually, in that particular instance, Ryou had immediately attempted to alleviate Atem's stress. Even his interest was put aside. He's just like that. Now though, it's different. He's not sure if the cookies are giving him a sugar rush or he's just been thoroughly affected by Atem's admissions, but he's definitely the aggressor in this kiss. Aggressor, however, is a strong word to be using. The way he draws closer, leans in and almost forces Atem back is aggressive, but the noises he's making are soft, and the way he accepts the invitation to deepen the kiss is still somehow gentle and exploratory.

Atem's...honestly baited him, he's sure of it. That's why Ryou's hand was gliding up one of his thighs, why he won't pull away from the kiss even though this is the kitchen, this is where food is made! Honestly!

He should stop. He...should definitely stop, right?]

[Well, isn't this a rarity.

Atem doesn't mind taking charge, not in the least, especially when it earns him sounds like Ryou's making right now. But it's not often Ryou leans in to do what he wants. Not with this kind of energy. Atem breathes out a sigh that makes his chest buzz louder, as that hand goes up his thigh; it's a clearly approving sound, and he shifts his body closer to the edge of the countertop, so that more of him can be in contact with more of Ryou.

He really likes that touch. He likes the sounds Ryou's making. This isn't a slow melting of metal in his heart, not this time -- now, it feels like his skin is flashpaper, like his blood is gunpowder, and everything's lighting up at once.

When the kiss breaks for air, Atem takes hold of the side of Ryou's face with one hand, sliding fingers up his temple into his hair, short of breath.]

Go on.

[It's literally a purr.]

Unless you'd rather take this back to bed...

[It's honestly ridiculous how much the purring affects Ryou. It's cute, sure! But it's also a representation of Atem's contentment, his approval of this situation, and Ryou definitely craves that. While that one hand remains on Atem's thigh, his other settles at the small of Atem's back, making sure that the distance between them isn't just closed, but inescapable.

When they finally break apart, he's breathless and flushed. His ears are angled downward, and his eyes seem to glow more brightly than they have in a while. Any negative emotion that had been trying to claw its way out of his subconscious has been forced back.

This moment is all that matters, and it has him shuddering a little in anticipation.]

Mmh...we...probably should go back.

[His head tilts, leaning into Atem's touch, and there's a small smile that's not quite coy, but not completely innocent either.]

...I'm not sure I'm tired though.

[Ryou hadn't expected this to go anywhere from such an offhand comment about how they couldn't do anything overly romantic together. He can't blame it on Atem for starting it. But he wholly expects Atem to finish it. Maybe that's selfish?

Maybe...but Ryou's clearly excited. That kiss expressed more raw, positive emotion in probably a minute than he'd shown in days.]

Me either.

[He leans forward, doing the mist-trick again -- his legs turn to mist, almost like he's standing up on nothing, so he can hover at whatever height he wants -- and nudges Ryou backwards, one hand in his hair, the other on his shoulder, back towards Atem's room. It takes a lot of focus to maintain this trick, so the kisses he plants on Ryou's mouth and cheek and jaw are shallow, but it's worth it. Each one nudges him back a little further!]

[That's a neat trick, one that brings them eye to eye without Atem having to sit on a counter, so Ryou appreciates it vaguely. Mostly though, he appreciates the fact that they're moving. He steps back, lets Atem guide him easily. He reaches a hand up briefly, to gently stroke Atem's cheek and then toy with his bangs a little, just because he can. Just because they don't have anything else to do, finally...

It takes them a little while, maybe longer than Atem could keep his legs as mist? But if that's the case, then Ryou will carry him, unrepentantly. He is seven whole feet tall and his arms are huge, you think he can't carry his boyfriend?

Either way, once they're back in the room, Ryou wastes absolutely no time. He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, then settles back--a clear invitation for Atem to make himself comfortable in whichever way he likes. Come on, come on, quick! Before something else happens...]

[He does run out of stamina to keep it up partway there, but he'll take being held up, that's fine.

Once they're inside, though, Atem has one last mist-trick.

One of his hands disappears. A thin tendril of mist stretches out toward the door, and a couple of disembodied fingers push it very firmly shut.]

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