[Monty draws in a sharp breath at the press against him and bites his lip to keep from making a sound. It's a challenge to hold himself still and not rock his hips against the other man. This really isn't the time or place, and yet...
And yet Espio is pulling away, turning. The gentleman's eyes widen. He's used to leaving a situation with his cock untended to, even when it's hard as marble. He'd even taken some masochistic pleasure in it in Between. At the moment, though, he just wants Espio to do... something. He pictures the time Clara had drawn him over her lap and spanked him, and then tries very hard not to picture that.]
I don't like it at all. [The protest isn't his best lie, but he swallows and pushes himself away from the thorny stalk, trying to set his clothes to right and subtly adjust himself. A part of him can't help sniping. He wants more of Espio's rough treatment. Needling him might be a way to get it.] You're a wretchedly violent man. And a terrible driver. Use whatever tactics you like somewhere else.
[The only reason Espio huffs and glances back with a scowl is the comment about his driving. Excuse you, Monty, he is an excellent driver.
His fists clench a little, but he just manages to restrain himself from getting right back into Monty's personal space to protest against this. But no, he's not budging. Not for such an obvious provocation. ]
I told you, I'm done. If you want me to be not done, keep on blatantly trying to provoke me. Otherwise, clear off and I'll never mention your weird turn-ons again.
[It's not so much of a threat as it is a request for permission, and Espio hopes that's obvious. For all Monty's many flaws and crimes, he's a friend - forcing himself on him would be an unbearable betrayal.]
[This is peculiar. But then, Monty's found himself in far more peculiar positions in Between and still been aroused. It's a little mortifying, but... well. They're out here with no one else, but the possibility of being found thrills him the tiniest bit. He'd always been so reluctant with others when they'd had him out in the open, but he's developed just a bit of a taste for the rush of it, that maybe being caught.
He takes a step toward Espio.]
No stranger than yours. You're a chameleon who likes humans, are you not? How very strange you are.
[Granted, that's the same in reverse for Monty, but he's also dating a humanoid fox. So.]
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And yet Espio is pulling away, turning. The gentleman's eyes widen. He's used to leaving a situation with his cock untended to, even when it's hard as marble. He'd even taken some masochistic pleasure in it in Between. At the moment, though, he just wants Espio to do... something. He pictures the time Clara had drawn him over her lap and spanked him, and then tries very hard not to picture that.]
I don't like it at all. [The protest isn't his best lie, but he swallows and pushes himself away from the thorny stalk, trying to set his clothes to right and subtly adjust himself. A part of him can't help sniping. He wants more of Espio's rough treatment. Needling him might be a way to get it.] You're a wretchedly violent man. And a terrible driver. Use whatever tactics you like somewhere else.
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His fists clench a little, but he just manages to restrain himself from getting right back into Monty's personal space to protest against this. But no, he's not budging. Not for such an obvious provocation. ]
I told you, I'm done. If you want me to be not done, keep on blatantly trying to provoke me. Otherwise, clear off and I'll never mention your weird turn-ons again.
[It's not so much of a threat as it is a request for permission, and Espio hopes that's obvious. For all Monty's many flaws and crimes, he's a friend - forcing himself on him would be an unbearable betrayal.]
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He takes a step toward Espio.]
No stranger than yours. You're a chameleon who likes humans, are you not? How very strange you are.
[Granted, that's the same in reverse for Monty, but he's also dating a humanoid fox. So.]