birdwithoutasong | These are the days it never rains but it pours

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These are the days it never rains but it pours

Who: Ky Kiske (

closedcircuit) and Sol Badguy (

immoralflame)
Universe: Guilty Gear Canon
What: Ky makes a move on Sol.
Warning: Walls.

It wasn't as though Ky had tried to indulge his thoughts on the subject. The only thing he should be feeling for Sol was exasperation, and he knew it, knew that was the most he could reasonably expect Sol to feel for him. Saying that over and over hadn't made it true, much to Ky's annoyance, and as much as Ky wanted to draw his sword and get Sol to fight him like he meant it for once, his hands left his side for another reason.

Perhaps Sol had positioned the wall behind him to use it to push against once they got started, perhaps he'd wanted to make sure there weren't any distractions, or perhaps he really was just so arrogant or lazy that he didn't care where he started off fighting and whether or not it made sense. Whatever the cause, Ky pushed forward, his hands going to Sol's shoulders to try to pin him against the wall while he leaned in to press his lips to Sol's. It was too early to regret before he did it, because he wasn't planning to, and once he was moving his thoughts were focused on how Sol's lips would feel and the possibility that Sol might punch him before he got there.

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Quite frankly, Sol didn't give a damn where he started from. Moving would take energy he didn't feel like using, not that he'd be expending much anyway. Ky would probably never get the full brunt of Sol's abilities as a fighter, and for a myriad of reasons, some more logical than others. Not only did Sol not want to waste the energy when there were other things he wanted it for, he was also just that lazy. And, a part of him would insist faintly from its corner of his mind, he didn't want to actually break Ky. Kid was too young for that with too much left to do, and it went against that little hitch in his usual methodology that murmured, protect him because innocence was so hard to find. Ky was an annoying little shit, but that only went so far even in Sol Badguy's books.

There was, evidently, another hitch to deal with, though this physical. Sol kept the relaxed, not even half-assed stance, only... Wait, kid wasn't going for his weapon. He'd humour that, impact against the wall easy enough to shrug off, but it was what came after that threw him for a loop. Ky Kiske, Catholic and the single-most uptight little Frenchman he'd ever known (and Sol swore that the kid single-handedly upheld that reputation for a country whose borders barely existed anymore), was kissing him. Or trying to, whatever. It was actually mind-boggling enough--between heightened senses and the sheer lunacy of the idea--that Sol had to allow it for a second, trying to parse the situation like a particularly laggy computer.

Alright, that's enough.

Sol fisted the front of Ky's uniform in his left hand and shoved the former knight, taking a step forward to follow; he watched Ky carefully from beneath dark hair and the limiter across his brow.

"What are you doing, boy?" he drawled, too many years smoking and too few talking at length roughening the words into his characteristic timbre. Sol banked on a "no", that Ky was going by some bizarre thread of thought and misunderstanding of what "frustration" meant and how to handle it. Youth did that, especially youth that never really knew what youth was. For his part, Sol was less annoyed than he probably should be.

Ky stood his ground after he'd been shoved, his hands falling loosely to his sides. He couldn't really explain why he'd done it, explaining would be much harder than actually doing had been, but it had been as good as he'd hoped and he still yearned to do it again. So much for the theory that a single kiss would satisfy his curiosity. But he could see from Sol's expression that he'd annoyed him as much as expected, with that. Ky supposed it was a kindness that he was even getting a chance to explain, rather than Sol punching him out or simply walking away.

He met Sol's eyes, earnestness radiating from him. Now that the action was done he had to stand behind it to the best of his ability, and that meant concentrating on not letting his cheeks turn red, or taking any outs he could have. (Like trying to turn this into a fight about the fact that Sol wouldn't stop calling him boy even now when even inertia couldn't keep him from seeing that Ky was fully grown, could it? And if it was, how was Ky supposed to combat that? He'd tried everything he could think of to try to get Sol to see him with at least a little respect, but it seemed as though even that was too much effort.)

"Exactly what it felt like. Would a repeat demonstration help?" Words would never work on Sol, Ky had understood that starting early on -- even if he still held out some hope for them -- which only really left actions. "I wanted to kiss you!" That had better be clear enough, Sol could do what he wanted -- he would anyway -- but Ky wasn't enjoying having the action itself questioned. (Had he messed it up somehow?)

Sol set his jaw, waiting to hear the explanation. He'd planned to brush it off at first, but he just had to ask, didn't he? But it was that same earnestness again and it edged him towards wanting to walk away from this. Kid just had to put everything into it, didn't he? It meant he wouldn't have to deal with Ky being... whatever he was being. He still banked on frustration, though. Part of him dared Ky to try that again, the rest of him not entirely sure why. Maybe to show him why it was a bad idea, to cement in the blond the decision to never try and encroach on Sol's personal space that much.

In his eyes, Ky was a child who didn't understand what was actually going on around him with any real depth. The boy'd seen plenty in his life, but it hadn't yet pierced the barrier of naivete as far as Sol had seen. As far as he'd let himself see. A kid who gave their all in this world would only lose his life. Maybe that's what annoyed the bounty hunter so much, why Ky's disposition constantly triggered this refusal to see him as an adult.

It didn't hurt that Sol would rather Ky keep that disposition in favour of just seeing how bad things really were, on some level. He didn't bother correcting Ky's worldview or anything. Just left him to learn on his own. Or to flounder while trying to learn. Not quite sheltered, but not quite totally aware--that was a good medium, Sol thought.

It wasn't entirely true that Sol didn't respect Ky, though. Not completely. There was some modicum of respect for Ky's ability to control his magic, for being able to control the Thunderseal. In another life, he'd have respected Ky's tenacity and dedication to doing a job right. But he didn't respect Ky. He didn't really respect anyone, and when he did it never slipped above his demeanor enough to be seen.

For all that lack of any apparent respect, and for his surface view of Ky as too young to know anything, the explanation threw him a little. So, he'd wanted to do that. A conscious decision. That didn't change much, to be honest, but it changed something. He scoffed, smirk pulling his lips up at one corner. He needed to chase him out of that. Quit while you're ahead.

"And why would a boy scout like you want to do that?"

Ky miffed at Sol's question, annoyed by it. Why did Sol always have to pretend that he knew best? It wasn't like he knew Ky's feelings better than he did, so why did he have to try to make Ky defend them? It wasn't as though Ky would, he knew that it was wrong, and he'd wrestled with it. But any wrongness was on Ky's head, he was fully willing to bear the consequences of his own actions. Even knowing what they could be, it had been worth to him to kiss Sol, and would be worth it again. Even if it wouldn't make Sol see him any differently!

It wasn't as though Sol was offended by Ky doing so, was he? He'd never struck Ky as particularly concerned about that sort of thing, but then it also wasn't as though Ky had known Sol to go around having illicit sexual encounters with anyone. Everyone's lines fell somewhere else, and it was true that Ky didn't know where Sol's were at all, only that Ky was sure he had them. And that they were apparently stronger than Ky's. Still, Ky hadn't thought the way Sol had reacted had been with disgust. Was he only deluding himself?

But Sol didn't seem to be attacking the fact that Ky had done it, only the fact that he had wanted to. It seemed almost like Sol minded more that Ky had kissed someone than that someone had kissed Sol.

Ky knew that crossing his arms and repeating simply that he'd done it because he wanted to wouldn't do anything to Sol's opinion of him as a child, but to say anything else was difficult. Still, Sol was expecting him to cave on this, wasn't he? That was probably why he asked, because he thought that this was something Ky wouldn't be able to say, even if the implications were obvious. Well Ky wasn't going to try to hide from them! If Sol didn't want to hear about it then he shouldn't have asked!

"Because I'm not perfect! I'm not some beacon of only doing the things I should. I'm not a 'boy scout', I'm just me, and I happen to think you're hot!"

Perhaps that wasn't how Ky should have phrased it, but it wasn't as though there could be confusion on the issue. The worst Sol could do now was laugh or mock him, and that wasn't up to Ky. It was out of his control.

Really, it's a thing people did when they got old. They always made that assumption, that because they knew more they therefore knew better. Sol wouldn't have agreed with that assessment, but it's precisely what he was doing in regards to Ky's status as an adult. Ky was too young to understand what was going on, what he was doing, what he was indirectly asking of Sol. Sol did not want to give a flying fuck about this kind of thing, and Ky was just dragging up every inch of the man's sense of how to handle him. That bothered Sol more than anything else. He thought he knew better and here Ky was, giving him reasons to doubt that.

His reactions were not founded in disgust in the sense Ky assumed. In fact, disgust wasn't even the right word. The right word didn't exactly exist. The summary fell somewhere between confusion, uncertainty, surprise, annoyance, and denial. Annoyance, as was usually the case, came out strongest. Here was the biggest church-goer of the decade, and he'd kissed a man. Here was the biggest church-goer of the decade, and he'd kissed a man he vehemently disliked. Here was Ky Kiske, and he'd kissed him. Sol wanted to put off processing that permanently if he could, beyond what had already started bubbling up from what remained of his conscience. Which went back to all of that "kids don't get it, I know better".

And then Ky opened his mouth again.

Sol stared at him, impassive as always, and mostly refused to process that. He didn't really want to try, because again, this was Ky Kiske. Maybe if they'd still been out on the field, stressed out and running on less than an hour of sleep, and Ky'd been the age he was now, this would have gone a little differently. Lapse of judgment. Didn't happen, useless to think about. But at least Ky realized he wasn't perfect. If not for the subject matter, Sol would have approved of this. But no. It had to be about the fact that Ky was justifying why he'd just planted one on him. Fuck's sake.

Kid was probably stressing to Hell, stuck in a late-blooming experimental phase, and just happened to take it out on Sol. That made sense. ...No it didn't. Whatever. He was done with this. Didn't need it, didn't want it. Sol brought the Fireseal to rest on his shoulder and started walking.

Ky had never tried to claim that he was perfect, although pointing out his flaws to Sol had never exactly been on the top of his priority list. Sol seemed so certain that he already knew all of them, as well as many more that he probably made up just so he could keep pretending that he knew so much better than Ky. Knowing that he wasn't perfect, that he shouldn't get this angry, didn't help with the fact that he was exactly this angry, particularly when Sol just turned his back and started to walk away.

Ky raced after. No. He refused to continue to deal with this kind of confusion without even the slightest hint from Sol as to how he'd taken it. It wasn't acceptable. Ky had expected Sol to react negatively, had braced himself for it, but this was just unhelpful! "Is this some kind of joke to you? Asking me to explain myself and then deciding that my explanation isn't good enough? Or just that you didn't like it! Should I have submitted a letter of my intentions before I did it? It's funny, because I didn't think you would read something like that!"

Ky glowered, putting himself in front of Sol. He just wanted to get through to him, why did that have to be so impossible, even now? "Fine then! I'm kissing you because you're hot, I'm attracted to you, and because I kind of liked it the last time I did it!" Ky pushed himself toward Sol then, not letting himself be dissuaded by anything. His teeth nipped at Sol's bottom lip, sharp and brief, before he pressed his lips against Sol's again. He at least had no worries that if Sol was opposed to it that he would stop him, even Sol couldn't be that lazy. Ky expected to be stopped, but at least this time maybe Sol wouldn't treat Ky like he was some kid who didn't know his own mind!

Sol didn't really want to be gotten through to; that was one of the complicating factors. And even as Ky ranted at him, he simply watched him do so without really listening. He heard everything the Frenchman said just fine, but Sol wasn't paying attention to it. Ky's explanation wasn't good enough, he didn't like it, and why was he doing this again? He went to open his mouth, to fire off some short rebuttal, but Ky had moved and Sol hadn't expected that. Not entirely. Not how. He had presence of mind to shift back as teeth found their mark, but he hadn't thought about how close he still was to the wall. Fuck. Forgot it kept on, there. Fucking corners.

The bounty hunter considered his options while remaining unresponsive. One, he could shove the kid away again; two, he could remain indifferent (which wasn't likely--that just wasn't comfortable); three, do this properly if the kid was so damned insistent.

Three guesses which Sol decided on, and the first two don't count.

Sol reached crosswise between them to grab Ky's right shoulder with his right hand, Fireseal impaled suddenly into the ground beside them. With only as much force as necessary, Sol peeled Ky away from himself and shoved him up against the wall, ready to turn on him and pin him there bodily after impact. The expectation was that Ky would shrink away from the aggression, that this would be done with soon after, and they could go on with Ky hating Sol and chasing him around where Sol would just keep on keeping on the way he'd been doing for nearly two-hundred years.

Sol was as rough as his personality, and kissed with teeth.

Being grabbed was unexpected, as much as Ky had had any expectations of what would happen next. Mostly he'd tried not to allow himself to do so very much, because that might have made him back off, and he didn't want that. Whatever did happen, Ky didn't want a stalemate, didn't want to go on as things had been.

Having the wall against his back and Sol's hands on him send a bolt of lust through Ky, shockingly strong in its intensity. He pushed back, not in an attempt to get any distance from Sol but because he wanted to give back, to make sure he made an impression and that Sol couldn't go shoving him around just because...just because he was hot!

Ky's teeth clashed with Sol's as he kissed back, still angry even with Sol giving a better answer than Ky had expected. One of his legs snaked out to wrap around Sol's ankle, as Ky grabbed Sol's shoulders and made sure he couldn't slip away in the middle of their kiss, not without prying Ky off of him first.

Actually, that shoving appeared to be exactly what Ky wanted, which gave the exact opposite impression the blond was hoping to give. Then again, considering that Sol had always been rough with Ky and yet the kid never let go, that was probably to be expected. Some weird kind of complex. Given the time to consider it, Sol probably would end up comparing it to those monks who flogged themselves--blend of masochism and some desire to be punished. He didn't have that time right now, though, winding up more focused on what he was doing than expected.

Where Ky pushed towards him, Sol forced him flatter against the wall by pressing into him. The blond's hold on him only served to prompt him further, first flames of need threatning to flare to life, but he tilted his head only for a series of harsh and not quite bruising seconds longer before he left Ky's lips with a sharp, dragging bite. Lips curved in a faint smirk, barely enough room for it with how close he remained. He wasn't going to slip away, but he did opt to give Ky a minute to breathe.

And himself to collect his thoughts.

"Satisfied?"

Ky didn't really care about the sort of impression that he was giving as long as he didn't give the kind of impression that made him stop. And Sol might be a little bit right about the shoving. Ky wouldn't call it a complex, and certainly not masochism. It wasn't as though it was pain that he was feeling right now. The mix of adrenaline and lust racing through him was too strong to allow the possibility of most other things.

Between the wall and Sol Ky felt himself held in place, and his biggest concern was how long it would last. His breath came in heavy gasps when Sol pulled away, but Ky was still torn by the immediate desire for more, more kissing and more of the way his heart raced in his chest and feelings raced through his blood, stronger than any lightning. When Sol didn't move any further away Ky relaxed a little, though his hands stayed where they were.

Satisfied? Ky was fairly certain that this -- his current state -- wasn't the typical definition of the word.

"Not yet, but it's a start. I..." Ky wasn't sure how to continue that train of thoughts, so he shifted his hand on Sol's shoulder to drag the blunt ends of his nails against his back. "It's good. Better than I thought it would be."

If it was that aggression that sent the endorphins surging, then no, Sol would definitely call it a complex. Kinky, though. ...And that's a thing he probably shouldn't think about tied to Ky. Probably shouldn't listen to the pounding of the knight's heart or the way he gasped for air, either. It's just been a while, he reasoned as he found he needed one instead of simply hand-waving it, and he went with it. That's why it was so easy for this to peel at his skin to slip beneath it.

It took more willpower than Sol normally bothered with when Ky pulled a little more at that shell, though he couldn't quite silence the low rumble it drew. Kid could talk, but it was how and what he did while doing so more than what (because what he said was kind of ridiculous). So much for being able to stay entirely removed with this, but he'd planned to give a proper lesson on it, hadn't he? And Ky would hopefully leave him alone afterwards... but probably not. This was going to be a nuisance, later. Should've thought about that.

Sol exhaled sharply, breath carrying just enough of a sound to make it into a non-committal response, and he wavered on whether or not to pull away. He'd started just to teach Ky that "lesson", but he'd basically given what he intended to give just with this. He didn't have to go the whole nine yards and teach the kid what making out was. If he bailed now, he'd also get out with his head in tact. Also hadn't meant for Ky to get into it, kind of wanted to repulse him by being too harsh. Backfire of the week.

"Too bad." Sol grabbed for Ky's wrists.

If this was a lesson Ky was supposed to be learning it was for once one he wasn't particularly devoted to, nor one that he was picking up very quickly. He didn't want Sol to back off or stop, not when he could keep pushing for more and when every second that went by felt that much better.

Ky dug his hands into Sol when the other man grabbed for his wrists. He had no intention of letting go, but Sol seemed to be rather devoted to the idea. He surely couldn't be as impassive as he was trying to pretend, and that just meant that Ky had to be more obnoxious. Maybe if he could get Sol to admit that he liked it then Sol would stop fighting this.

"Sol, don't." Ky didn't bother with more words, straining towards him to try to press their lips together again. He shifted, as well, shoving a leg in between Sol's and trying to twist him around and into the wall. Ky wasn't willing to stop yet, and he didn't now believe that Sol wanted to stop. That was the advantage of having thought through some of this and deciding just what he thought on the issue now. It meant he had all of his thoughts free for reacting to what Sol was doing.

One of the few times Sol would have preferred the obedient little boy scout. That would have made this so much easier. He preferred the path of least resistance, went where there was the least amount of responsibility--he had plenty--and the least amount of conflict... He had something he needed to do, and with as few hindrances as possible. This was really fucking hindering.

And also fuck if it wasn't something he found himself slowly more and more torn over. Somewhere between Ky breaking down that one barrier, Sol even slightly caving to it, and Ky's damned determination, he found he had to convince himself how bad an idea this was. Not something Sol normally had to resort to doing, either. This was bad, this was not a good idea, and Sol need a clear head to get himself out of it. Ky made up his own mind, already, that much was as obvious as the mouth on his again. Sol drew his head back, tilted so to make it more difficult for Ky to get to him again.

...Ky trying to pull dominance wasn't helping, either. He might have been more slender in build than Sol, but he was still built and if you put something on a fulcrum in the right way, you still get what you're after. Which meant, unfortunately for Sol, having his back against the wall both literally and figuratively speaking. Again. Did he want to stop? Yes and no. Yes because Ky had no idea what he was getting into and Sol didn't want the aftermath (it would only escalate from here, knowing Ky), and no because so maybe he found it hot when the kid was acting like this, everyone has their kinks. And damned if he did, damned if he didn't at this point.

"...Last chance." For all the internal debate, he still sounded the same when he spoke. Had to mean something, right?

Perhaps it meant something, but like most of what Sol did it didn't really mean anything to Ky. He didn't know how to interpret it, and he was relatively sure that Sol didn't mean for him to be able to. Last chance for what? For Ky to stop, or for him to convince Sol that this was really what he wanted? Shouldn't Sol know that by now? Ky wasn't sure what he could do that would be any more convincing, so he decided to let it go. If Sol was going to shove Ky off soon, then Ky was going to do his best to both not be shoved and to enjoy the situation while it lasted. If Sol decided that he didn't want Ky close then Ky was sure that this would never happen again.

"Never thought I'd want you to stop talking." Ky pressed his lips against the base of Sol's neck, taking full advantage of how much skin was on display there. He didn't really want Sol to now, either, apart from the issue of what exactly Sol was saying. Still, it seemed like the sort of thing he could say that Sol would appreciate. And all things equal, Ky would rather be kissed than talked at. They had the same novelty factor.

Ky kept his knee pushed up against one of Sol's legs once he got him flipped around with Sol's back against the wall again. His chest pressed against the bounty hunter's, as Ky gave up on kissing Sol's skin in favor of reaching for his lips again. His dick was growing hard, straining for friction, but Ky didn't think it was a good idea to bring things to that sort of level now.

Of course Ky wouldn't take the hint to back out of this already. Not that he'd made it an easy one to swallow and digest, but seriously. What was this, six years worth of repression? With how much Ky was deviating from his normal behaviour, Sol pegged that as the ultimate explanation and the blond having any sort of attraction towards him was just the bystander that got clipped by the runaway Mac truck. Really didn't mean Sol should take advantage of it, but Ky was just shocking the life out of his options, here. Whether it was through being insistent or just digging at Sol in all the right ways. Alright, Ky, time to--

What started as a blasé look at effectively being told to shut his damn mouth shifted into something a little less indifferent once Ky's normally irritating one found his throat. Yeah, last option just got obliterated by a stray lightning bolt, which meant local temperature kicked up a few degrees. Okay. Fuck. Fine. Fine, Ky'd get his way for now. For now. And if the boy scout woke up hating himself in the morning, Sol wanted no part of it, especially if all they did was trap each other against the wall and swap spit the whole time. Even though he'd probably accept it just because it'd be easier than arguing against it.

First thing's first, though: Sol refused to do this with his back against the wall. Hands left Ky's wrists to instead grab him beneath the shoulders as best he could with as rushed as the motion was to lift him up off the ground and turn them around again, provided the blond didn't start squirming or do something to really kill things. But Ky would have teeth pulling at and scraping along his lips and clacking against his own, regardless of the move's success, after a second or two.

Ky didn't fight being lifted when it happened, instead he focused on using his newly freed hands to wrap around Sol and the other one to run up Sol's arm, relishing the feel of the bare skin. One of his legs brushed Sol's, the layers of fabric impeding him as much an annoyance as anything that Sol had done. Ky kissed back, as fiercely as he could think to manage to, instinct taking over.

This was him, and it was Sol, and it was somehow right in a way that Ky didn't think he'd ever understand as clearly as he understands right now. Something felt like it was clicking as a simple result of the physical, the way it sometimes did in fights when he figured out a new move and managed to make it work the way that he wanted it to.

Ky's arm slid to the back of Sol as he tried to slide it under Sol's vest. His thoughts were mostly focused on being able to touch a part of Sol that he'd never clashed against in a battle, although there was a nagging voice in the back of his head to remind him that he was in public. Which meant that a little skin to brush against was likely the most he was going to get, beyond the -- frankly amazing -- kissing that was going on. He should have done this somewhere more private, apart from the simple difficulty that he didn't spend any time with Sol in private places.

Ky let those thoughts go, to be examined at a later time when he would want consider what ifs rather than what was actually happening. The hand not trying to make its way under Sol's clothing shifted to bury itself in Sol's hair. Ky used the leverage that gave him to kiss Sol as roughly as he could manage. He could guess what Sol was thinking about him, and it was as much frustration at the idea that he had to always be some 'holier than thou' model as it was passion.

Instinct drew on instinct, and Sol pressed Ky tighter against the wall, heedless of whoever might wander across them. He didn't care if it was public, how public it actually was, or any of that--Ky started something, hooked Sol into it, and he'd damn well get it, now. Beggers can't be choosers. Sol'd consider this private enough, too, if Ky wanted to push his luck. Sol wouldn't press either which way, instead content to follow along with directions except where he felt like veering off. Path of least resistance but where it mattered.

Wandering hands along his back, into his hair--so long as Ky left the band around his head alone, kid could do whatever he wanted with his hair. Including that, yes. Frustration and passion often led to the greatest results in these sorts of cases. Maybe that's why Ky kept coming after him more than the Fireseal or some sort of vendetta; the blood boiled and rushed in combat, and Sol clearly remembered his time in the order, how much easier it was to get him going. It was like that, something he'd understood before thrown in an entirely new angle, and it had him veering away from Ky's mouth to move to his throat. His left hand pushed the black and white collar as far down as it'd go without being undone, teeth catching fair skin between them for lips to close around. His hand then moved to the opposite side of Ky's neck to brace against it.

He probably should have picked a lower target, but between the roughness in play and Ky being such a damn nag, he didn't have the patience. Sol drew skin past his teeth and sucked hard, perfectly aware of the purpling mark this was bound to leave behind. He frankly didn't care, didn't think to.

At the moment, there wasn't much to think about at all. Whatever thought Sol had been processing was devoured by the flame Ky'd lit. There was no name calling or refusal to see that Ky wasn't as unaware or naive as he thought. Still earnest, still obnoxious, but an adult. ...An adult who was roughly undoing Sol's sense of control. He needed that, though; needed to keep some semblance of control, and that was why he wasn't about to let Ky away from the wall.

Sol's presence here, with his body as close as it was, had almost entirely supplanted any thoughts of duty and propriety. Ky gasped as Sol latched his teeth onto his neck, following it up with a moan that he tried unsuccessfully to swallow. This was better than anything he'd fantasized about, because it was real and because Sol was unexpected, touching places Ky hadn't anticipated. And he could feel every touch run through him like a bolt of electricity, setting off the area around it and the spreading heat through his body.

Ky felt plenty comfortable at the moment with the wall digging into him, and he did his best to simply leverage the position without challenging Sol on it any further. If Sol thought that it made him somehow superior or in control to be the one pressed up against Ky then Ky supposed that that was acceptable. His chin tilted up, letting Sol have access to his throat without thinking of the result of the action, or anything more than how wonderfully nice it felt.

Ky's hand in Sol's hair, on the other hand, tightened, as Ky wrapped one leg around the back of Sol, bringing his lower half to press against Sol in a move that felt even more significant than he'd expected it to. "Sol, you..." Ky trailed off quickly, not sure at all what he'd been intending to ask Sol for.

If Ky kept making that kind of noise, Sol refused to take responsibility for what he might end up doing. If he knew Ky'd fantasized, he'd consider asking for details if he could manage to keep his mouth off Ky's throat. Teeth pressed into the skin, just enough to be noticed, and Sol finally relinquished the reddened patch. If he'd had any thoughts of pulling back now, they were useless. Path of least resistance, and shit if Ky wasn't making it easy to follow the one he wanted. While Ky moved his head, Sol went for the new space, catching it like before and sucking hard.

Right hand planted firmly against the wall while the left decided it'd had enough of Ky's collar, opening it to push to either side with rough, callused fingers. He released the new abuse site, letting teeth graze over exposed skin, finding the pulse point once it was exposed to eventually mark--carefully. Well, as careful as he cared. He'd have been fine continuing just like this, without pushing farther, had Ky not just grabbed a handful of hair and given him as close to a go-ahead as the blond could probably manage. That prompted what sounded suspiciously like a growl, low and far back in Sol's throat, and a very intentional roll of his hips.

Fuck, hadn't felt that in a while. Probably shouldn't have done that. Too late, now. Sol wasn't caught up with Ky exactly, but he had no problems moving it all along. His hand dropped to follow the length of leg that wrapped around him, palm and fingertips heavy against the limb beneath the white fabric.

Later, Ky would likely get mad at Sol. He was fairly certain that marking up the other person wasn't reasonable behavior, and particularly marking them where it wasn't covered by their usual clothing. For right now, Ky wasn't thinking about any effect of Sol's teeth beyond the immediate, the way they made his blood race and spurred on the way he grasped at Sol. Ky wouldn't make the mistake of considering himself blameless for the act afterwards. Even disregarding the way he'd prodded Sol into this -- and Ky wasn't ready to disregard that -- there remained the fact that thoughts of this had kept him awake some nights, had surfaced during showers no matter how cold the water ran.

Ky's response to Sol's roll of the hips was an unabashed moan that he didn't even try to quiet or hold in. It wasn't as though Sol could doubt his enthusiasm, certainly not by this point, and in addition to not seeing any particular advantage to keeping quiet, Ky was also fairly certain that he wouldn't be able to manage that. Sol's hand against his leg was a firm argument that Ky was wearing much too much clothing, a problem that would have to be solved sooner or later.

"We should go elsewhere," Ky suggested, around breaths that came half in breathy little gasps. "Somewhere private." Somewhere he could undress Sol and look at him, could drag him to a bed and touch every inch of him.

He could get mad all he liked, Sol wouldn't give much of a shit about it. It was perfectly reasonable to mark someone when they were the ones to goad you into everything in the first place; it was like retaliation, only significantly more enjoyable. Placement wasn't Sol's fault, either; that was all on Ky, coming after him while in full uniform. He'd take the blame for it though if it made Ky feel better. Mostly because it'd just be easier to deal with, that way. He'd already decided that one, though.

Having sharp hearing meant he heard things in great detail, including the moaning Ky was doing. Which meant, then, that Sol not only heard it but felt it as he was pressed up to Ky's chest. There were no advanatges to keeping quiet, either; all that would do is make it hard for Ky to breathe. Not necessarily a bad thing, if you were into breath-play. Bad thing if you wanted to be able to breathe. Being open like that also meant for less nervousness, as far as Sol had ever figured. He didn't want a nervous Ky, especially not if he was prone to accidentally channeling his magic into things. Last thing he'd need.

The suggestion seemed unnecessary, but Ky was calling the shots to an extent. Where they were was plenty private: low traffic and usually not where they were, not at this hour. Didn't mean no one could see them, it just wasn't likely. Couldn't be anywhere Ky frequented, though; no memories to leave behind. Wouldn't do. The first answer he gave was a poor one, non-committal and around the skin still between his teeth--relinquished shortly after.

"Ideas?" Before Sol decided Ky was taking too long to come up with any.

It was not reasonable to mark someone in a visible place just because they wanted to have sexual relations. At least, Ky didn't think that was standard behavior, not least because he didn't tend to see many people with such markings. Not that he'd been specifically looking, or anything. Still, it only seemed logical that he would want to keep this quiet, ~~like a dirty little secret~~ like his relationship with Sol, whatever it was turning into, shouldn't have any real bearing on his work and should in fact be able to be kept separate.

If Sol thought that Ky was going to get out of this without memories, without it flashing in his mind, then he was mistaken. Ky didn't want it any other way, however much of a mistake it might be it was his mistake to make, and he thought that he could both predict and accept the consequences. Which wasn't the same as being comfortable undressing Sol in even semi-public, even if he knew that should things get just a little heavier he'd probably swallow any possible objections in favor of getting to the undressing Sol part of things. Ky wouldn't call himself nervous, certainly, so much as rather excited in a more than simply sexual manner about this whole thing. Which meant doing it at least vaguely right, which meant that Ky wanted there to be at least a bed present. Wouldn't that make things easier?

"We could get a room somewhere close." Were there really any other ideas they could consider? Ky was certain that even so much as suggesting going to his place would be a bad idea, and there were some directions he was certain it was better not to push in.

Most people either were more careful with placement or had the makeup to cover them up the next day; Sol'd suggest the latter if it came up. And Ky could keep this as quiet as he wanted, Sol wouldn't care. This was exactly what it was, just a push and pull that went away from the battlefield and into the proverbial bedroom. It shouldn't affect anything in daily life, and definitely not work. All there was right now was sex. That's all that would be there, all that Sol was giving. That should be all there was to it.

Of course Ky would end up with memories, but it was the kind and place that mattered. No memories in Ky's own bed, for one. But yes, it would be Ky's mistake. It would also be Sol's for giving in, though. They'd have their own ways of handling the aftermath, but Sol was rather firmly planted in the moment regardless at this point. Sure, they could use a bed, but it wasn't really mandatory if you asked him; doing it "right" just meant enjoying themselves. The suggestion of getting a room, though--they'd at least have somewhere to collapse. Where they were presently wouldn't be very good for it. Nng, but that'd mean moving and Sol wasn't sure he wanted to go anywhere.

"Fine." Make him break the contact he'd kept up, then. Sol pulled back from Ky's throat, peeling away from the wall and pushing his former commander's leg away. "Do it fast." It really had been a while, too... Being basically made to keep his hands to himself wouldn't be followed long, either, so they had better find someplace real close.

Ky stepped to the side, hoping that the additional distance that he gained would be enough to keep him from reaching out and dragging Sol back to him. He already missed the contact that they'd had, although the lack of further simulation wasn't fading his arousal any. Ky fussed at his clothing for a moment, trying to make it look a little less like he'd just been making out with Sol in a back alley. It might not have helped a lot, but he felt like he was more presentable when he finished.

"Of course." Then he was taking off for a nearby hotel, hoping that Sol would either follow or stay behind until Ky came back for him, but either way that he wouldn't take this opportunity to slip off. Ky was going to do his best to find a place for that reason precisely. Having somehow managed to capture Sol's sexual attention he didn't think he could quite handle losing it because he'd been stupid or arrogant or slow. He'd wanted this for too long, committed to it too far.

That made one of them, then; Sol wouldn't look presentable because he didn't care enough to try. Standing lazily and rolling his head from shoulder to shoulder while Ky "primped", Sol kept his hands in his pockets. It would be an absolute lie if he said there wasn't the temptation to yank Ky back by collar or hair and go back to his throat, and--

Ky'd started walking. Alright, then; he'd follow about as lazily as his stance suggested he would. No point in making the trip longer by waiting. What was the point of that, anyway? Sol'd be leaving this place, no one would really remember him, and for all anyone knew, they were just hunter and cop working together for something or other.

Yeah, right. Wasn't Sol's problem, though, and Ky's stick-up-the-ass attitude alongside that white frock of his could probably dispel any rumours.

Wherever the blond picked would be fine; Sol was not a particular man. He could hear the blood running through his veins, he thought; losing his interest wouldn't be an easy task even if it took them a while. Easier to resume what they'd been doing by a long shot, and if it took too long, he might even drag Ky straight back into an alleyway. Depended if it pushed his want to be lazy or not.

Ky just better be prepared for teeth as soon as the door to whatever temporary room closed behind them.

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