[for all of the melodramatics earlier, he's cheered right up now - especially when he's flipped so easily like that. ridiculous how much stronger he is than molly, and how he only seems to acknowledge it sometimes. his hands move instantly to run over gu yun's chest, down to his waist - where, out of the kindness of his heart he chooses not to tickle him at all.]
Please don't play nice. Don't play nice then--
[ if it wasn't kindness week, it'd be less begging and more of a demand, but, here they are. he feels greedy and demanding. more. take it, then. kindness is sharing and offering freely too. He's forced to be quiet when he's kissed again, groaning when he's nipped at and louder still when he starts getting that hickey on his chest, right where anyone can see it. ]
[ it just - it shouldn't make him more frustrated to hear that last part, but it does. because gu yun's heart is soft, ultimately - it's the only part of him that's not forged into iron - and it's heartbreaking to hear that. not in the sense of 'rejection', or something, because that isn't the case it all. it just pisses him off, to know that someone fucked up molly for what he imagines was just because someone thought it would be funny. at least if there was malicious intent to it, there was a point.
he's listening, though, while he can. the hands that move down his body catch the length of his massive scar and the little ones underneath it, and by now he's used to molly's hands on him. finding them touching without tickling is maybe the one blessing of this week, right now, but he'll take it for what it is, naturally arching into it as he ducks down and presses another suckling kiss, another, another, leaving his mark on molly among those tattoos and little scars.
it feels like the mantra of this week is really if you have something nice to say, then don't say it at all. some part of him thinks, because it's not true, and another part fights against it, with, because i know how you sound when you mean it. doesn't he? all of their tripping and falling and failing up to this point, leading up to something ridiculous like this.
instead, the compulsion of kindness finds its way to his mouth, as he pulls off for air, leaving a trail of darker purple in his wake. ] I've got you. [ is what comes out, low from his chest, hot with low restlessness and irritation, but with something more than that, too. i've got you, because if molly says he don't play nice, then he won't. he'll take what's being given, selfishly, greedily, and mark up the column of his throat with reckless abandon. his teeth aren't sharp, like a tiefling, but every part of him makes up for it otherwise.
i've got you, like, i hear what you're saying. you aren't crazy - someone was just unbelievably cruel. ]
[The more frustrated gu yun gets, the more molly seems to be enjoying himself. kind of rude, but, hey. he doesn't care about any blunt teeth, biting his own lip almost to the point of bleeding just fine on his own. he considers just grabbing gu yun's hand and putting it on a horn so he can twist his head and neck any way he needs it to be for more of this, but decides against it - the more demanding he finds himself wanting to be, the gentler his hands move, tracing scars and dropping lower, getting in the way. tugging at more clothes because it definitely feels like the time for clothes is over.
he does feel a bit out of his mind, because, well, when he's just been handed some sort of pure, uncomplicated love on a silver platter, he's still here, choosing to do this too. chasing after that sting of pain through the pleasure. that probably makes him sort of fucked up in some way. he cannot really give a single fuck about it anymore at this moment.]
If you're going to impale me, I do have to at least get my boots off.
[ it's so odd to not know what he's doing. at any given time, gu yun always does - or, at least, he pretends to, and then learns and learns and learns so he doesn't have to feel that way again. with something like this, he's out of left field, and trying to combat everything he's feeling about it is impossible. it's messy, and complicated, and he's trying - and it's only really getting worse, because his stupid dog mouth doesn't know how to work properly, and his clever little brain is actually pretty stupid when it comes to matters like this, too. so there's frustration, and something else, too, sticky and clinging that he can't seem to shake. but, a little quip like that...
it drags him out of what he's doing, all laser focus and busy mouth, forming a hickey right at a line between bare skin and tattoo, and for a moment, it drags him right out of the moment along with it.
because it's -- it just feels normal for a second, and gu yun can't help the laugh that startles out of him, briefly dropping his forehead against molly's shoulder and closing his eyes, his shoulders shaking once with the silent mirth that comes from it. ]
Imagine we just left them. [ this comes a little dryly, tilting his head up to finally make eye contact again, pink cheek lolled against his collar. it doesn't last too long before he's getting up to go do just that.
this is really the most on brand thread we've ever had especially the part where i dont know how to fade to black at all ]
[he could! he could just leave them! molly has no argument against that!
instead of fade to black ill just say /blows a kiss to the ceiling for pride 🔔🔔 aren't you glad they're the only pride team left now and its just gonna be THIS constantly
anyway, after molly is the one who's just laying there, staring kind of dazed at the ceiling. really feeling that mix of totally amazing and completely shitty that means something was probably a terrible idea but also worth doing. he's just twiddling with his labret piercing.]
gu yun's making his way back from cleaning up as things are all said and done, pausing and looking at molly as he returns to the bed, a towel over his arm, liuli glass back in place so he can actually fucking see.
... ] ...What? [ "alright then" normally he'd make a quip about stunning reviews but he's been nerfed from being an asshole and also genuinely, what does that mean, molly ]
a little red in his ears, he comes back to the bed, pressing a knee to it. feeling a little boneless and relaxed at the moment means that there's a moment where he moves to give molly the washcloth if he wants it and -- misses, entirely.
it's barely a second long. he recovers, quickly, his knuckles quickly finding skin and handing it over correctly, but, a perceptive tiefling who knows his secrets could probably tell his vision is starting to get bad. really bad.
gu yun huffs, quietly, and drops back on the bed, playing it off with a quipped - ] Suppose I learned from the best. [ thanks for the lesson in impaling, molly! ] Thanks. [ ... ] For that, but. For this, too. Think I needed that.
[ what is it molly always says. feck. he's trying. ]
[Quickly moving to take the cloth, doing his best not to appear too concerned - gu yun doesn't seem the type to appreciate simpering about it. but he had promised they'd try and find a way forward. he just doesn't quite know how to help in this moment. as soon as he's down, molly just wraps his tail around gu yun's ankle - anchoring, a touch. at least there's that.
He just nods at first and then, realizing that might not be helpful, after a second:]
I did too, I think.
[reaching over to brush a thumb over that red mark below his eye, relatively quiet, especially compared to how he was earlier (which was, uh, very, very loud). Then he huffs a laugh, running his fingers over his own neck.]
This humble servant only did what you asked. [ that comes with a quiet laugh, too, his humor a little more normal and familiar in the quiet afterglow of a much needed moment. it was a kindness, after all, and one that felt more like it was on his own terms. in its own way, this little moment is one, too.
gu yun's gotten used to that clever little tail of molly's - the first week, it startled him when that happened, but now it's just normal, and he shifts his foot a bit to let him do so, but otherwise settles back into place. something just settles back into place as a whole, and for a little bit, none of the world outside seems to really exist. even the problem of his vision and hearing is soothed away for the moment, the only indicator of something wrong that the mole molly touches has faded to a dusty pink. eventually, he reaches out and pokes him in one of the hickies he left, around the ring of a mark that looks a little too much like his teeth. ]
Think I left one on your ass, even. [ assvidence! ] Sorry. [ he's not. ] Makes up for last week, ah?
[He sounds incredibly pleased by this. just, hadn't even noticed in the chaos of it all - twisting around to try and look at his own ass now, so he can admire it? Is he that bendy. possibly. is it mostly just rolling around? more possible. Also rudely once he's used that washcloth he just yeets it somewhere. maid service can pick it up.]
That it does! That it really does. Not going to be able to sit down in a few hours.
[He's laughing now, and it does seem all very normal for a few minutes.]
Now, whenever you sit back, you'll think of Great Liang, instead.
[ fufu. he just lets molly roll around on the bed and wiggle, lifting his feet up so his tail doesn't get too tangled in all of his squirming, propping his chin in his hand and pleased with his bad, bad joke. ]
[He flops himself down dramatically with a bit of a jingle jangle of jewelry, huffing out a laugh against his shoulder. And then he goes quiet for a bit, almost dozing, before
[ he's sort of expecting it, at this point, and that's - fine. if there's any reaction to it, gu yun doesn't show it, his eyes opening again from where he'd settled, lifting his head up a bit so he's out of the way, shifting over to make the space. ]
Go ahead. [ it's a... it's a feeling, for sure, one boxed up and put away to the side. gu yun looks at him for a moment, and then settles back again, closing his eyes. ] Think I'll take that nap, anyhow.
[He'd said that, and then he doesn't move at all, still just laying there pressed against him - one horn tip probably uncomfortable jabbed into skin somewhere - tail still wrapped around that ankle.]
[ it takes him a moment to respond, too, eyes still shut. ]
... [ not like you to ask, he might tease. the compulsion holds his tongue, for once, though, and his answer comes out softer than it would normally, more honestly so. ]
...come anytime you'd like.
[ he's focusing on the pain of that horn tip, honestly - something else to think about, in the moment, besides how vulnerable this makes him feel. ]
[ his eyes stay closed, the noise soft in response. wherever his hand is, lingering close to molly’s in this sloppy arrangement—his fingers flex. gu zixi is anything but hesitant, in most manners of his life. but this is... ]
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Please don't play nice. Don't play nice then--
[ if it wasn't kindness week, it'd be less begging and more of a demand, but, here they are. he feels greedy and demanding. more. take it, then. kindness is sharing and offering freely too. He's forced to be quiet when he's kissed again, groaning when he's nipped at and louder still when he starts getting that hickey on his chest, right where anyone can see it. ]
I mean it, I mean it, why does no one believe me.
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he's listening, though, while he can. the hands that move down his body catch the length of his massive scar and the little ones underneath it, and by now he's used to molly's hands on him. finding them touching without tickling is maybe the one blessing of this week, right now, but he'll take it for what it is, naturally arching into it as he ducks down and presses another suckling kiss, another, another, leaving his mark on molly among those tattoos and little scars.
it feels like the mantra of this week is really if you have something nice to say, then don't say it at all. some part of him thinks, because it's not true, and another part fights against it, with, because i know how you sound when you mean it. doesn't he? all of their tripping and falling and failing up to this point, leading up to something ridiculous like this.
instead, the compulsion of kindness finds its way to his mouth, as he pulls off for air, leaving a trail of darker purple in his wake. ] I've got you. [ is what comes out, low from his chest, hot with low restlessness and irritation, but with something more than that, too. i've got you, because if molly says he don't play nice, then he won't. he'll take what's being given, selfishly, greedily, and mark up the column of his throat with reckless abandon. his teeth aren't sharp, like a tiefling, but every part of him makes up for it otherwise.
i've got you, like, i hear what you're saying. you aren't crazy - someone was just unbelievably cruel. ]
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he does feel a bit out of his mind, because, well, when he's just been handed some sort of pure, uncomplicated love on a silver platter, he's still here, choosing to do this too. chasing after that sting of pain through the pleasure. that probably makes him sort of fucked up in some way. he cannot really give a single fuck about it anymore at this moment.]
If you're going to impale me, I do have to at least get my boots off.
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it drags him out of what he's doing, all laser focus and busy mouth, forming a hickey right at a line between bare skin and tattoo, and for a moment, it drags him right out of the moment along with it.
because it's -- it just feels normal for a second, and gu yun can't help the laugh that startles out of him, briefly dropping his forehead against molly's shoulder and closing his eyes, his shoulders shaking once with the silent mirth that comes from it. ]
Imagine we just left them. [ this comes a little dryly, tilting his head up to finally make eye contact again, pink cheek lolled against his collar. it doesn't last too long before he's getting up to go do just that.
this is really the most on brand thread we've ever had especially the part where i dont know how to fade to black at all ]
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instead of fade to black ill just say /blows a kiss to the ceiling for pride 🔔🔔 aren't you glad they're the only pride team left now and its just gonna be THIS constantly
anyway, after molly is the one who's just laying there, staring kind of dazed at the ceiling. really feeling that mix of totally amazing and completely shitty that means something was probably a terrible idea but also worth doing. he's just twiddling with his labret piercing.]
. . . Huh. Alright then.
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gu yun's making his way back from cleaning up as things are all said and done, pausing and looking at molly as he returns to the bed, a towel over his arm, liuli glass back in place so he can actually fucking see.
... ] ...What? [ "alright then" normally he'd make a quip about stunning reviews but he's been nerfed from being an asshole and also genuinely, what does that mean, molly ]
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You're good at that, is all.
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a little red in his ears, he comes back to the bed, pressing a knee to it. feeling a little boneless and relaxed at the moment means that there's a moment where he moves to give molly the washcloth if he wants it and -- misses, entirely.
it's barely a second long. he recovers, quickly, his knuckles quickly finding skin and handing it over correctly, but, a perceptive tiefling who knows his secrets could probably tell his vision is starting to get bad. really bad.
gu yun huffs, quietly, and drops back on the bed, playing it off with a quipped - ] Suppose I learned from the best. [ thanks for the lesson in impaling, molly! ] Thanks. [ ... ] For that, but. For this, too. Think I needed that.
[ what is it molly always says. feck. he's trying. ]
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He just nods at first and then, realizing that might not be helpful, after a second:]
I did too, I think.
[reaching over to brush a thumb over that red mark below his eye, relatively quiet, especially compared to how he was earlier (which was, uh, very, very loud). Then he huffs a laugh, running his fingers over his own neck.]
Did a number on me.
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gu yun's gotten used to that clever little tail of molly's - the first week, it startled him when that happened, but now it's just normal, and he shifts his foot a bit to let him do so, but otherwise settles back into place. something just settles back into place as a whole, and for a little bit, none of the world outside seems to really exist. even the problem of his vision and hearing is soothed away for the moment, the only indicator of something wrong that the mole molly touches has faded to a dusty pink. eventually, he reaches out and pokes him in one of the hickies he left, around the ring of a mark that looks a little too much like his teeth. ]
Think I left one on your ass, even. [ assvidence! ] Sorry. [ he's not. ] Makes up for last week, ah?
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[He sounds incredibly pleased by this. just, hadn't even noticed in the chaos of it all - twisting around to try and look at his own ass now, so he can admire it? Is he that bendy. possibly. is it mostly just rolling around? more possible. Also rudely once he's used that washcloth he just yeets it somewhere. maid service can pick it up.]
That it does! That it really does. Not going to be able to sit down in a few hours.
[He's laughing now, and it does seem all very normal for a few minutes.]
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[ fufu. he just lets molly roll around on the bed and wiggle, lifting his feet up so his tail doesn't get too tangled in all of his squirming, propping his chin in his hand and pleased with his bad, bad joke. ]
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[He flops himself down dramatically with a bit of a jingle jangle of jewelry, huffing out a laugh against his shoulder. And then he goes quiet for a bit, almost dozing, before
obviously he has to ruin the moment.]
Listen, I'd stay, but ...
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Go ahead. [ it's a... it's a feeling, for sure, one boxed up and put away to the side. gu yun looks at him for a moment, and then settles back again, closing his eyes. ] Think I'll take that nap, anyhow.
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... I can come see you again later?
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... [ not like you to ask, he might tease. the compulsion holds his tongue, for once, though, and his answer comes out softer than it would normally, more honestly so. ]
...come anytime you'd like.
[ he's focusing on the pain of that horn tip, honestly - something else to think about, in the moment, besides how vulnerable this makes him feel. ]
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That nap does sound good though.
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[ his eyes stay closed, the noise soft in response. wherever his hand is, lingering close to molly’s in this sloppy arrangement—his fingers flex. gu zixi is anything but hesitant, in most manners of his life. but this is... ]
...Just for a little while. [ to sleep. to stay.
his hand brushes against Molly’s. ]