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[ka_sera_sera]

Who| Roland Deschain and the Signless
What| slightly tipsy advice and funtimes
Where| between Capitol nightlife and the Tribute Center
When| around the end of the arena
Warnings/Notes| a teensy bit of alcohol use (obviously), possible brief memories of disembowelment, brief mention of someone having set a Capitolite on fire a little bit - nothing out of the ordinary for the Games is anticipated

The air is cold out here, and quiet for an odd moment before he catches the sound of young voices raised in laughter some distance down the street. Still quiet compared to the cloying press of people in that room they've just escaped, the people and the cloying press of their desires. "I'd forgotten how it was," he says, reaching up to tug at the ruff of fur sitting around his neck. The pink stuff in that glass he's still holding sloshes around as he does it but, of course, does not spill. Hand-eye coordination, a handy skill for any occasion.

"Diplomacy, I mean. Making nice. Has it always been that way?" He turns to look down at Signless, pressing his other hand between Signless' shoulder blades and leaving it there. "Good thing you brought me as your bit on the side, and not Psiionic. Last time a Capitolite put their hands on that many parts of me, he set them on fire." He blinks down at that familiar face for a moment. Was Signless one of the people he was supposed to avoid mentioning that to? Surely not. No, it's fine.

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if this thread wasn't nsfw before it is now, hello anyone who's reading this, why are you here

[69problems]

Roland is rewarded with flushed cheeks -- even more flushed than the alcohol already made them -- eyes perhaps brighter than usual. For someone who's not used to using his teeth, Roland is remarkably good with them now that he's learned it's something Signless enjoys. He's a fast learner, or perhaps just an attentive lover, or perhaps a little of both. Either way, it's appreciated.

"You're getting so good at that."

As for the mood, he's not worried. They've maintained a mood through more dire straits than this. Signless is pretty sure they can manage it here. All it takes is coordination; while Roland can't spare one of his hands because he needs it to hold Signless up, Signless can certainly spare one of his to help pull those pants off, and between the two of them they manage it well enough.

The tip of his bulge is already poking out, just enough to communicate that, yep, the mood is doing just fine thank you.

"Mmh. Still not a flower. I'm sure everyone will be very disappointed."

they're here for the dingle obvs

[ka_sera_sera]

He folds his arms back under Signless' ass, leaning forward again to let the wall take half the weight. He doesn't really start to biting again, though, good as it was to hear he did well by Signless with it. He'll deliver it out in pieces instead, letting his head hang and nipping just once at a spot nearly at the base of Signless' neck.

"Wouldn't be so disappointed if they'd ever tried to fuck one," he mutters absently, lifting his head again and feeling his face brush against one of Signless' ears before he leans in and aims and lands a kiss on Signless' lips, settling light and trying to deepen it almost immediately.

ah yes, the irresistable dingle dangle

[69problems]

That gets half a laugh out of him before it's muffled by the kiss. He always forgets that Roland can joke because he does it so infrequently, but when he does it's always a delight to hear. He loves being one of the people that gets to hear more of Roland's jokes than most, just as much as he loves getting almost exclusive access to Roland's kisses. He's careful of his teeth; the Capitol hasn't sharpened them in a very long time but it's a habit that's hard to break. Humans, even humans as tough as Roland, are simply more puncturable than trolls. He doesn't want this to end abruptly with a split lip and stitches.

[ka_sera_sera]

Was it a joke? The world may never know, because Roland certainly isn't telling. He isn't thinking of it, either, he's thinking of that careful quality to Signless' kiss instead. Roland doesn't mind it, but he could tell Signless that a split lip wouldn't end things, at least not so far as he is concerned. Not as far as trolls are concerned, either, from what Roland can gather, at least not normally. Any species with such sharp teeth and claws who use them in such a way is going to be very used to drawing blood, thick skin or not. He's been paying attention, as best he can when there's only one troll he wants to watch, and one who takes such care to treat Roland gently. But the teeth, the claws, they seem what Signless is used to and so Roland uses them as best he can.

He uses claws now, or what blunted weak human things pass for them, and does so in spite of the fact that he really ought to keep both arms under Signless as often as he can. Ought to, but doesn't want to. He wants to touch. He wants to touch, and Signless, he thinks, likely wouldn't mind something scraping against his skin so once the kiss ends Roland manages something of a compromise between the two, holding one hand by the knee pressed against his side and drawing his fingers up, feeling the skin of Signless' leg under his own skin, digging his nails in deeper, slowly, the further his hand moves up Signless' thigh. He takes a deep, slow breath to feel his chest move against Signless' own and of course he is watching, watching those red eyes closely so he'll know whether to dig his nails in deeper or lift them away.

[69problems]

The answer's deeper. It's pretty much always deeper at least in this point in the process; sometimes after, when he's tired and hypersensitive, it'll edge away from being nice and into being unwelcome. They haven't nearly got that far yet. Right now he's sensitive in the good way, and he just wraps his legs a little tighter around Roland's skinny waist and tries to keep his hips from rolling up and jostling either of them too badly.

"Love it when you do that," he says, a gusty note in his voice that might be a sigh or just might be him forgetting to breathe properly. Who knows. "See if you can leave a mark."

Not a permanent one -- he doesn't think Roland could cut him, not unless he tried real hard, but there's something to be said all the same for admiring even the impermanent marks a lover can leave.

[ka_sera_sera]

Roland has some experience with marks that last. Not forever, not permanent ones, but lasting enough that they can be felt later, serve as reminders. It's not any place he'd decide to go with a lover on his own, but the concept is familiar enough that he tries for it. Signless will be satisfied, he knows, even if his marks last only a couple minutes.

Perhaps it would come more smoothly to Roland if Signless did not look quite so human. But he does, and it always takes some reaching past the parts of Roland's mind which insist, no matter what he knows about the Signless and his people, that Roland is about to hurt the man in front of him, and down toward the parts of him which care about that a little less. Those parts of him are there. It's only that, before this past year or so, he'd very seldom used them in bed.

His fingernails move over Signless' groin, still gentle but less and less so as he moves around the space where Signless' 'weeping petals' definitely aren't. He has no intention of digging in against the sensitive skin there but means the gesture as a tease, hinting that he might, he might-

And then, once his hand travels safely around to the Signless' other thigh he stands a little straighter, breathes deep, watches Signless' face as he presses in plenty hard enough to dig deep inside a human thigh. Whatever kind of mark he's leaving isn't what he's concerned with, and so he does not bother looking down at it. What he's concerned with is Signless, his face, his warmth and the feel of him when he moves.