It has to look like an animal or it doesn't count. [ no giving him a blob and trying to pass it off as a slime! even now.
a poke...like this, his only defense is to try to nip in retaliation, but this position doesn't afford him much leverage (but it comes with a great view), so he only manages to brush his lips against his boyfriend's finger instead. ]
[ Tatara sticks his lower lip out in an exaggerated pout. ] What? I thought you trusted me!
[ Of course he'll make it look like a real animal... smh ...
It's hard to keep the smile to himself when Aguero kisses his finger, though. His little pout dissipates and he begins gently tapping his finger on Aguero's lips. They're so soft. ]
You. Your heart, maybe.
[ He has no idea, with his made-up competition in his mind. But he'll take this prize. ]
[ aguero just winks in response to the pout, he does trust him but it's still fun to tease him. that and somethings are really reflex, heh.
he lets his eyes slide closed so he's less likely to lose his battle to his impulses, but it only helps a little. finger kisses are totally continuing to happen at random intervals. ]
You already have those. Don't cheat yourself either~.
[ he might just be interested in finding out what other things his boyfriend likes. ]
[ Aguero closes his eyes, the finger kisses still come, but it's considerably less fun when he gets to poke at him, metaphorically, to keep egging him on. Eventually he stops, his finger falling back in line with the rest of his fingers, and he makes himself comfortable on Aguero's chest. He lets his own eyes slip shut, and he exhales. ]
The competition between you and me, then? You keep surprising me... I think it's about time I win something.
[ There isn't really a competition, and they're not really in the business of one-upping each other anyway. There's a playful tone in Tatara's voice that suggests he's joking. ]
[ he cracks open one eye, yawning as he starts to get lulled by the familiar weight on his chest and the atmosphere. he really is used to napping in the afternoon now...]
Okay, if you win I'll make you something. It won't be food though, because I'm not interested in poisoning my boyfriend.
[ Oh. Aguero's yawn draws one out of Tatara, and he wiggles around on top of him to get even more comfortable. This is the perfect place for a nap, and he knows Aguero is sturdy enough to support him, so he shan't move. ]
Mm. Even if it is food, I'd still eat it. [ He exhales deep, the calming scents of all the things he loves in the world easing his mind into a doze. ] Because I think I like everything you make.
[ ahh if they're committing to a nap now, then aguero takes a moment to readjust himself with some use of magic, summoning a pillow so he can free his arms to drape loosely around his boyfriend. much better. ]
No getting poisoned, even from me. [ repeated, a light squeeze to emphasize his point before he closes his eyes for good. ]
It'll be a bit, it's been a while since I've done any... [ he's not explaining more than that, but that is an admission that tatara is going to win in the future, so it's fair enough. also he's drowsy and fading into the edges of sleep so they can continue this conversation in their dreams. ]
[ If Tatara were a wizard, this would be his mana area.
He chuckles lightly, and then hums in approval. He doesn't even question the end of that sentence, about what he means, because a part of his imagination is already filling in the blanks. Or maybe that's Aguero himself, as they chat in their dreams. ]
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a poke...like this, his only defense is to try to nip in retaliation, but this position doesn't afford him much leverage (but it comes with a great view), so he only manages to brush his lips against his boyfriend's finger instead. ]
And what exactly are you winning?
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[ Of course he'll make it look like a real animal... smh ...
It's hard to keep the smile to himself when Aguero kisses his finger, though. His little pout dissipates and he begins gently tapping his finger on Aguero's lips. They're so soft. ]
You. Your heart, maybe.
[ He has no idea, with his made-up competition in his mind. But he'll take this prize. ]
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he lets his eyes slide closed so he's less likely to lose his battle to his impulses, but it only helps a little. finger kisses are totally continuing to happen at random intervals. ]
You already have those. Don't cheat yourself either~.
[ he might just be interested in finding out what other things his boyfriend likes. ]
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[ Aguero closes his eyes, the finger kisses still come, but it's considerably less fun when he gets to poke at him, metaphorically, to keep egging him on. Eventually he stops, his finger falling back in line with the rest of his fingers, and he makes himself comfortable on Aguero's chest. He lets his own eyes slip shut, and he exhales. ]
The competition between you and me, then? You keep surprising me... I think it's about time I win something.
[ There isn't really a competition, and they're not really in the business of one-upping each other anyway. There's a playful tone in Tatara's voice that suggests he's joking. ]
What do you think?
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Okay, if you win I'll make you something. It won't be food though, because I'm not interested in poisoning my boyfriend.
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Mm. Even if it is food, I'd still eat it. [ He exhales deep, the calming scents of all the things he loves in the world easing his mind into a doze. ] Because I think I like everything you make.
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No getting poisoned, even from me. [ repeated, a light squeeze to emphasize his point before he closes his eyes for good. ]
It'll be a bit, it's been a while since I've done any... [ he's not explaining more than that, but that is an admission that tatara is going to win in the future, so it's fair enough. also he's drowsy and fading into the edges of sleep so they can continue this conversation in their dreams. ]
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He chuckles lightly, and then hums in approval. He doesn't even question the end of that sentence, about what he means, because a part of his imagination is already filling in the blanks. Or maybe that's Aguero himself, as they chat in their dreams. ]