It's a type of lime. I just figured with your sweet tooth, you'd have tried all of'em by now.
[ he wasn't much of a baker, but he knew pies almost as well as he knew classic western films.
the shift in weight was enough to draw his gaze, the corner of his lip twitching. he knew genji well enough to recognize the game he was playing -- never one to make things easy, and be damned if jesse didn't love that about him.
two could play at that. with an exaggerated stretch of his arms, he sank back on the mattress, eyes slipping closed as he did. ]
[ even with his eyes closed, he could feel genji's eyes on him -- that helmet wouldn't have made a damn bit of difference. his lips tugged upward in a sly smile, buttons straining across his chest as he put his arms behind his head. ]
You have to tell me what a la mode is before any of this makes sense.
[Hnngh. He is watching those buttons. Just in case.]
So do not play coy.
[Nope. Looking away now. At other... interesting.. different things. Like lamps. And the menu. Maybe the ceiling. All way more interesting than the cowboy next to him.]
[ the buttons are definitely doing a stress test, the fabric between gaping to show hints of his chest beneath. the shirt itself has started to ride up, which he made no effort to re-tuck.
jesse groaned as he arched his back, a little too satisfied sounding to be just from the stretch. ]
[Hnnghghgggg. The noise he would have made isn't gonna translate real well to that metallic voice box he has and comes out more like some sort of staticky sigh. Because his eyes are measuring every gap between fabric and skin, roving over the contrast between tanned skin and light shirt, watching those buttons twist as the fabric is stretched. ]
That does sound like something I would enjoy.
[He flops back on the bed, laying on his side with his arm under his head, watching Jesse. His other hand is almost brushing against McCree's side but not quite.]
Me with a side of ice cream? Is that something you would find delicious?
[ that was a hell of a noise. jesse's smile grew, and he cracked an eye to peek over at the other man; he was no expert on cybernetics, but he did know a thing or two about genji. at least enough to recognize just how affected he was, to be crackling like that.
the mattress creaks beneath them, and he can feel just how close the ninja as by the way it bows beneath their shared weight. the light ghost of his fingers tips is enough to give him goosebumps, even though it doesn't quite connect. ]
[It's a good thing that they splurged on this hotel that has an actual bedframe because the force of Genji's next move would have collapsed a lesser mattress. In one swift motion he rolls over to straddle Jesse, metal covered fingers firmly entwined in that shirt (sorry about those buttons), and dragging McCree up and face to face with him.]
You say sweet things, but you talk too much sometimes.
[He'll be taking matters into his own hands, or tongue as it were, to shut the cowboy up. He's still holding onto his shirt with a death grip, and all his weight is firmly in the cowboy's lap - but the kiss is surprisingly gentle.]
[ there weren't many who could get one over on jesse, but genji was definitely among the top few. he hadn't fully realized what was happening before the ninja was atop him, wrenching him upward in a way that made him groan for all the right reasons.
the shirt's sacrifice would not be in vain.
he'd already opened his mouth to say something no doubt witty, but was swiftly silenced by the press of genji's lips. a convincing rebuttal, and one that jesse was more than happy to accommodate; he followed his lover's lead, taking it slow, a hand moving to tenderly cup his metal-framed jaw. ]
[The feeling of fingertips against his jaw sent little pulses of sensation down his spine. Sensors in the metal trying to replicate the feeling of skin on skin contact, but not doing a great job of it. It never felt quite right, always a little off or numb, but he was touched so infrequently that it was often a welcome reminder that he could feel with those metal parts at all.
He kissed him thoroughly before pulling back, half smirk on his face. This apology was off to a good start.
Metal on skin was fine, and more than he normally got - touch starved and a little desperate, but he wanted more. Letting go of the cowboy's poor shirt, he turned to his own arm, sliding pieces of armor away to reveal the skin beneath. He wanted to reciprocate, to feel the way Jesse's skin felt under his fingertips, the thick stubble along his jaw, the softer areas of his neck.
Genji was a man on a mission. He wanted all of this. Right now.]
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[ he wasn't much of a baker, but he knew pies almost as well as he knew classic western films.
the shift in weight was enough to draw his gaze, the corner of his lip twitching. he knew genji well enough to recognize the game he was playing -- never one to make things easy, and be damned if jesse didn't love that about him.
two could play at that. with an exaggerated stretch of his arms, he sank back on the mattress, eyes slipping closed as he did. ]
Wouldn't mind havin' you a la mode.
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[He should have put his helmet back on so Jesse couldn't watch his eyes drag over his stretched out form. Fighting dirty.]
If that is meant to be an innuendo I don't know what it means so it's not working.
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Don't know what you mean.
[ he is entirely innocent. ]
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You have to tell me what a la mode is before any of this makes sense.
[Hnngh. He is watching those buttons. Just in case.]
So do not play coy.
[Nope. Looking away now. At other... interesting.. different things. Like lamps. And the menu. Maybe the ceiling. All way more interesting than the cowboy next to him.]
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[ the buttons are definitely doing a stress test, the fabric between gaping to show hints of his chest beneath. the shirt itself has started to ride up, which he made no effort to re-tuck.
jesse groaned as he arched his back, a little too satisfied sounding to be just from the stretch. ]
Reckon it'd be right up your alley...
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[Hnnghghgggg. The noise he would have made isn't gonna translate real well to that metallic voice box he has and comes out more like some sort of staticky sigh. Because his eyes are measuring every gap between fabric and skin, roving over the contrast between tanned skin and light shirt, watching those buttons twist as the fabric is stretched. ]
That does sound like something I would enjoy.
[He flops back on the bed, laying on his side with his arm under his head, watching Jesse. His other hand is almost brushing against McCree's side but not quite.]
Me with a side of ice cream? Is that something you would find delicious?
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[ that was a hell of a noise. jesse's smile grew, and he cracked an eye to peek over at the other man; he was no expert on cybernetics, but he did know a thing or two about genji. at least enough to recognize just how affected he was, to be crackling like that.
the mattress creaks beneath them, and he can feel just how close the ninja as by the way it bows beneath their shared weight. the light ghost of his fingers tips is enough to give him goosebumps, even though it doesn't quite connect. ]
Sweetheart, you're delicious with or without.
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You say sweet things, but you talk too much sometimes.
[He'll be taking matters into his own hands, or tongue as it were, to shut the cowboy up. He's still holding onto his shirt with a death grip, and all his weight is firmly in the cowboy's lap - but the kiss is surprisingly gentle.]
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the shirt's sacrifice would not be in vain.
he'd already opened his mouth to say something no doubt witty, but was swiftly silenced by the press of genji's lips. a convincing rebuttal, and one that jesse was more than happy to accommodate; he followed his lover's lead, taking it slow, a hand moving to tenderly cup his metal-framed jaw. ]
Well that Icon is perfect
He kissed him thoroughly before pulling back, half smirk on his face. This apology was off to a good start.
Metal on skin was fine, and more than he normally got - touch starved and a little desperate, but he wanted more. Letting go of the cowboy's poor shirt, he turned to his own arm, sliding pieces of armor away to reveal the skin beneath. He wanted to reciprocate, to feel the way Jesse's skin felt under his fingertips, the thick stubble along his jaw, the softer areas of his neck.
Genji was a man on a mission. He wanted all of this. Right now.]