misdirect me [kira]

[kira shain romonov]

A soft laugh passed Kira's lips as his face was pushed away. "Ph please, like you care about my germs," He jeered softly nose wrinkling. His hand being taken had him pausing for moment to think about it though, a hand other than Alik's, or on rare occasion, Zakk'ri's. He smiled, enjoying the feelings, their entire calm sort of thing that had. He was used to reeking havoc, getting down and dirty as quick as possible. "That just means it comes with lots of blankets, too," He countered.
"So we're set."

[makism vandik tarasov]

It's funny for the wires to sleep. Wit and sparkle, a great deal of razzle dazzle, that was Makism's bag of tricks. He would put on a brilliant show just to keep anyone from looking too closely at him. It worked well, mind you. Everything would work out well for the Russian boy in the end. It always did, at least. He'd come out on top.

For now, though, he was against a body that was warm and strong. He couldn't name the feeling welling up in his chest, the one that was putting the monster to sleep. The beast slept under warm blankets of comfort and safety... things that he's fairly certain don't exist so well. They hadn't, not for a while. "How can you tell we're all set?" Makism raises an eyebrow, lips pressing briefly to Kira's jaw.

[kira shain romonov]

"Because, I'm pretty sure you aren't going anywhere. And I'm sure as hell not." Kira smirked, tilting his head some at the kiss over his jaw. "Mm," He teased before nuzzling into the other male's neck. Content. That was a good way to describe how he felt right now. They both seemed to be in a decent mood, and he was too comfortable to bother try amd move.

[makism vandik tarasov]

Makism knew the danger of not letting go after the first night. He knew that it would just hurt, but whatever. He could melt into Kira for now, arms wrapped around the man's waist. It's a gentle hold, but he's clinging. Makism has a bad habit of being clingy, but he won't stop it for anything. If someone wanted him they'd take him as he was.

It's weird being clothed in bed with a man I hardly know." The young man speaks lightly, the words beer so quiet as he speaks, a breath away from Kira's skin.

[kira shain romonov]

Kira chuckled softly, but could only nod in agreement. It definitely was for him as well. "I know what you mean. I don't usually come back for seconds," He teased softly, keeping close, his touch gentle as he draped an arm around the taller, thinner male..

[makism vandik tarasov]

Makism needs to touch, needs to feel. He's gentle, and that's something that doesn't come around that often. The man's fingers trail through Kira's hair, down his cheek, a palm resting on the creature's neck. The Russian man's forehead rests on that of his counterpart. They're close enough to share breath, and the man is intoxicated with it. "You and me both." He wants to know... he wants to know everything. Anything. Anything to get him closer to being inside the man's head.

[kira shain romonov]

Kira smiled as he kept curled close to the other Russian. It was interesting, this chance to relax. But that greed from the testing lingered, and he didn't dare leave and give somebody else a chance to take his place right now. He hugged Makism a little closer than before, humming.

[makism vandik tarasov]

The thing about Makism is that he's possessive by nature. The creature that's sitting here fawning is one that he can embrace, and that feels good. When he's got someone touching him like this... clothed, cuddling, arm... it's what draws him in, what brings the possessive streak out. A mad dog on a chain, throwing himself forward, snarling.

"Tell me something no one knows?" The man murmurs softly, a chilly finger running down the line of Kira's jaw. It's something that he does absently, warming himself against the creature.

[kira shain romonov]

Kira shivered at the touch, but only curled closer. "Mm.. I haven't old my twin that or little brother is adopted.." He admitted. "Let's see. I... Am afraid of spiders." He laughed softly, burying his face against Makism. "Now..your turn.." He touched his cheek, rubbing his chest slowly. "Something nobody knows..."

[makism vandik tarasov]

The young man's hand ran down Kira's back, stroking the area gently. He's ever so soft in these moments, something strange but welcome in Makism. There's a light chuckle at the idea the bulky young man being afraid of eight legged creepy crawlies. "I'll take care of the squishing, I'll save you." Makism grins softly, kissing Kira's forehead.

"Let's see... Um, it's no secret I stole my brother's fiancee. No one knows that I was in bed with him before they hit six months." The green eyed boy smirks broadly, still proud that he'd stolen something away from the golden boy in the family.

[kira shain romonov]

Kira chuckled. "Mm, you do that. I'll find a place to hide." He ruffled Makism's hair, stretching with a soft yawn.
A smirl played on his lips as Makism spoke however. "Sly fox," He taunted, poking at the taller male's stomach obnoxiously before he kissed his shoulder. "You could have anybody you wanted wrapped around your pretty little finger.."

[makism vandik tarasov]

Makism yawns widely, something about it contagious. He's warm and comfortable in Kira's arms, and that's something he can appreciate. It feels simply... lovely. He feels like he belongs. At the taunting, the Russian man smirks right back. The poking sends the green eyed boy off squirming, giggling-- ticklish. The kiss to his shoulder warms him, feeling it spread from the spot all the way down to his toes. His grip tightens around Kira's middle, grinning, leaning up to press his lips to the creature's neck. It's possessive, Makism's hands moving to stroke through the man's hair and down to his cheek. "And I do."

[kira shain romonov]

Kira had laughed at the squirming, but he pressed close as he was hugged tighter, humming at the kiss on his neck. "Mm..you do..." He murmured. He kissed across Makism's jaw slowly, nuzzling him before burying his face. Kira could be a teddy bear in the right environment, but it was easy for him to become a beast in seconds.

[makism vandik tarasov]

It's funny, the way Makism can simply lay about and melt. He smiles, he laugh softly... he hadn't been sitting there chuckling for a long time. It's beautiful, and he can't help but embrace it. His fingers smooth over Kira's face. finding himself drifting. "You're awfully cute when you're being cute." The monster was dormant. The wires were sleeping. Makism was a different man for now.

[kira shain romonov]

Kira couldn't help but laugh. "Which is hardly ever," He whined. "I fight, I bug people. It's fun. This... I don't know, it's in the moment." He kissed his cheek, relaxing as he focused on the other male's breathing, beginning to ease up himself. And soon enough, he was dozing.