all of the places i ain't ever been to [open]

[kira shain romonov]

"Says the one who dropped his drawers," Kira scoffed. "I thought you wanted to kick my ass?" He smirked, scaling down the tree to haul the guy onto the branch before he moved back up to where he had been before. He looked down at him with a tilt of the head. "Mm, nothing wrong with them." An indifferent shrug. He coupd teally care less about the marks a person had. The guy was attractive and had attitude and that was good enough.

[makism vandik tarasov]

The Russian man rolls his eyes, swinging himself comfortably onto the limb. "Actually, you're the one who dropped my drawers." Makism watches the man with an even look in his eyes, a sort of danger lurking just beneath the surface. Still water runs deep, so they say. His eyes dance across the man's face, the beast stretching inside his belly. Makism gets to his feet on the branch, trying to steady himself and figure out how best to climb to the next branch. He hadn't been much of a tree climber, not since he was younger. "Yeah, come down here so I can reach it." The lazy, slightly snarky way about the man does well to suggest that kicking might not be what he has in mind.

[kira shain romonov]

Kira scoffed, shaking his head. But he didn't argue it. He watched the male settle down before standing and eyeing the next branch, and grinned with a shake of his head. "You only get a reward if you can actually make it up here without dying," He taunted, rather snide with the fact that it was so much easier for he himself. If anything he was just playing hard to get as usual.

[makism vandik tarasov]

Makism can't help but roll his eyes at the other man. The creature was strikingly juvenile, something that would get old rather fast. Still, a toy was a toy, didn't matter how long it lasted. A smirk plays across his lips, one curling up just slightly over his teeth. "It's not the up I'm worried about, it's the down. Besides, I think I'd rather get a blow job on the ground than in a tree, thank you very much." Makism wouldn't tell you what he's thinking though-- what comes up must come down.

[kira shain romonov]

Kira scowled, but scaled back down the tree anyway, then offered the male down as well. He was aware this guy had not offered his name, and was perfectly fine with that. He didn't need formalities. That comment however.. Kira could take a submission position when need or wanted, but he was far from a submossove person. Give back in return, right?
He smirked faintly at his own thoughts. Kira had plenty of places he would prefer to get some action at. But if this male wanted a go round on the ground, then that was perfectly fine, assuming he hadn't been sarcastic. Kira would just have to wait and see.

[makism vandik tarasov]

The Russian man has a smirk that's akin to that of one Cheshire cat. It's a broad, self confident sort of look. It's the same look before the cat ate the mouse in one gulp, just after telling the furry little creature everything would be okay. Welcome to Makism's world.

The man allows Kira to catch him, sighing lightly as his feet hit the ground. For such a dominant personality, he can be rather dleicate at times. He likes being treated like a princess, and maybe that's it. "Maks, by the way." Makism doesn't know why he gives the stupid, childish nickname his brothers had always stuck him with. Something about it just seems to fit with the moment, especially as he reaches around to smack coyly at the other creature's ass.

[kira shain romonov]

"Cute." Kira grinned. He could be very childish at times, similar to right now. Perhaps it came from his twin brother being so serious about things all the time. And maybe watching his little brother growing up so abused, knowing that his little brother was actually adopted and keeping it from Zakk'ri; perhaps his strange, obnoxious ways were in vain, to keep sane all his life.

At the smack to the ass, Kira grunted. "Eyes for an eye, no?" He teased, cocking his head to th side. He reached out and pulled the elastic on what the other male had left for bottoms, then leaned against the tree with another grin.

[makism vandik tarasov]

Makism is trying as hard as he possibly can not to focus, not to think too hard. That's when things start to go wrong-- when you think. He doesn't want to think. Things had been shot to hell, he was trying to get over that. Don't think, don't blink, just breathe.

"And the whole world goes blind, my dear." The words roll off his tongue with the greatest of ease, studying Kira out of the corner of his eye. It's moments later that he feels a certain draft... whatever. "Now this doesn't seem quite fair." Makism's steps are long as he advances on the other man, a hand sliding to the base of his neck with a certain glimmer in his eye, intentions clear.