c17h19no3 | [ private movie screenings. ]

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[ private movie screenings. ]

[ When working with Arsène Lupin the Third, the one thing to always remember is that the man is, in a word, unpredictable. It's a running constant, the one common thread that weaves all of his actions together to form their ever-expanding, staggeringly elaborate tapestry of adventures. Unshakable, unbreakable, unstoppable: that's Lupin, and Jigen honestly has no idea what he'd been expecting when his partner'd walked up to him that morning, swaying lightly on the balls of his feet to an invisible tune, hands in his pockets like he'd just pilfered something of Jigen's that Jigen would be exceedingly angry about later.

In reality, though, what'd come out of Lupin's mouth was a simple, disarming:

"Wanna go see a movie?"

Delivered with all the coyness of a boy asking someone out on a first date, complete with exaggerated fidgeting and an "aw-shucks" pout that'd distinctly rubbed Jigen the wrong way.

"No", he'd replied with finality, and he'd thought that that would be that...

...but here he is now, bag of freshly-made caramel corn tucked under one arm, peering into a cozy home theater that would comfortably seat a crowd of thirty.

He feels like he's been conned into this.

He probably has.

But being the painstakingly conscientious man that he is, disgustingly true to his word once he's given it, Jigen settles into one of the surprisingly plush chairs in the middle of the room and throws his feet up, resting the heel of his new shoes onto the back of the seat in front of him. If he's doing this, he's in it for the long haul. ]

What did you say we were watching, Lupin?

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[That doesn't quite hurt but the air is being wrenched from him, slowly but surely. Jigen's right! These legs aren't just for decoration, neither is his mouth.

So gasping and groaning, he pushes himself up using Jigen and the wall so he can crane his neck up and crush their mouths together, one foot touches the floor so he can remain steady (as much as he trusts his partner with his life and balance).

That other clingy leg? Pulls Jigen's hips in]

[ It's astounding how they keep skipping right over the flirting stage (or does the fighting happen in lieu of the courting, that's the real question), crashing lips as easily as they total cars, slamming hips to jolt each other into place. Jigen can almost hear the tires screech.

The muffled sound of protest is just that, muffled, an incomprehensible jumble that gets lost in the thud of one forearm bracing itself against the wall, crushing Lupin into himself while maintaining balance.

He glares through his curtain of hair, a warning that says you're such a fucking piece of shit and you're so fucked, in more ways than one. ]

[The fighting probably is the flirting/wooing in their shitty case. What's better than bros being dudes who are occasionally kinda husbands?

A sliver of those dark pupils are witness to the burning glare he's getting, Lupin's mouth curves over Jigen's before opening to lick the seam of the other's lips, fingers curled around the back of his neck.

I've got you right where I want you, as usual. Just shut up and enjoy your birthday the smile seems to say.]

Edited 2015-02-19 02:51 (UTC)

[ This entire room is going to need to be quarantined after this. Jigen wants to sigh into that insufferable mouth, wants to snarl into that smile and tell Lupin to cut it out, but he knows better than to provoke his partner when he's like this. In a way, he knows it's already too late.

His shoulder angel whispers in his ear to let Lupin go and drop him, let the infant get rug burns on his ass and cry all the way home while his boxers ride up his buttcrack. His shoulder devil agrees that that would be a pretty fucking hilarious thing to have happen, but also reminds Jigen, as only shoulder devils can, that despite his willingness to leave Lupin in the dust, he loves the guy.

Ugh.

Releasing his stupid shitty partner from the threat of squeezy hell, Jigen hauls him up higher against the wall with his hips, grinding up with his upper body still held in position with one arm. He turns his head to the side to avoid eye contact this time around, but his sullen profile should speak volumes: I can't believe you. ]

[Lupin's mouth opens on a long, reedy moan that echoes between their mouths, warm and wet, and his eyelashes fucking flutter, how cliche! His entire body is warm all over and the pressure against his groin is heavenly, yes, they're already going to hell but they might as well--

He makes a little sound of loss when Jigen turns, and upon seeing the sullenness in his very form (my, he's so talented!), he chuffs out a laugh, truly fond and warm. Craning head in, he plants his lips on the side of Jigen's neck, then the other. Then slightly chapped lips brush against Jigen's beard, then lower, sucking a loud, blossoming mark beneath cute little ear]

Cheer up, sour puss. "Who are you?" "Someone who loves you~"

[He makes a great Princess Leia, right]

If you call me a damn sourpuss again— [ he warns sweetly, posturing with his shoulders but relinquishing with his hips (they sway once, and it's not just to keep himself upright). ] —I'm dropping you. Got it?

[ As if he would. The word "love" rolls over him and settles somewhere in his gut for future reflection (not now, he's too embarrassed by how much of an embarrassment he is), contemplation cut off with a swift follow-up kiss and a tug of pants against waistline again. He should never make promises that he can break so easily. ]

[Lupin grunts softly and sways back, lets the pressure when he grinds down linger and doesn't pull away, content in the heat rapidly growing between them]

Aye-aye, soursir.

[He'd even offer his partner a cheeky salute but Lupin's too busy with Jigen's mouth on his, warm and inviting, and also with the palmful of prime gunman's ass he's gotten ahold of to tug him further into his own heat]

[ He's not even bothered by the stupid derivative of the nickname anymore, that palm on his ass pulling him directly into the here and now. Pleasureseeker that he isn't, hedonist that he isn't (aside from the obvious, aside from the money and the adventure and the excitement that comes with the job— so maybe that says something about his latent potential, but maybe not), he isn't above coercion (limited to a certain monkey in red) or knowing that in the end, he'll wind up like this anyway.

Jigen is quiet, methodical in tugging Lupin's pants down and letting them actually drop to the floor this time. Practical before suave, practiced but retaining some clumsiness; the hand that'd been placed gently by the small of Lupin's back draws up (hoping that the thief can hold his own weight for now), a thumb swipes the corner of Lupin's mouth as Jigen breaks the kiss, following the motion with an index finger that slips between still-parted lips and rubs against the tip of his partner's tongue. ]

[Lupin's content to make enough noise for the both of them, as usual, in the form of little sounds of want and the growing build of grunts behind every roll of his groin, now free and clear and reunited and it feels so damn good, his dick all but jerks at the contact-- heat races up his spine and his lips part over Jigen's finger, drawing it in over his tongue. He makes the most obscene of sucking noises (but are they louder than the pounding of his heart in his ears?), swipes his tongue over the coarse pad of that finger and doesn't once look away from Jigen's face, his own gaze dark with need.

Not even when he groans around his finger and simultaneously drags Jigen's pants down past his ass, hopefully no seams were torn in the making of this vulgar display, even more so when deft hands once more mold perfectly against the gunman's ass, squeezing in tandem with his mouth.]

Edited 2015-02-20 09:58 (UTC)

[ Needy bastard, is the thought that flits across his mind, accompanied by a slow exhale that turns into a laugh as he presses his mouth against Lupin's jaw, trails rough but affectionate kisses up to his ear. ]

We're screwed if someone comes in, you know that.

[ Some poor sap wanting to see some other shitty action flick, walking in to this happening in the aisle. Jigen laughs again, exasperated but resigned, the voice of reason tucked away for now to pay a little attention to his stupid, endearing partner who sets up the stupidest ruses for him that he didn't even ask for.

The wet finger draws itself out of a warm mouth, drags itself over similarly-wet lips. He'd always fancied himself to be abstemious, but he's already hard and making his arousal apparent in the rock of his hips, in the drag of his hardon against Lupin's inner thigh. ]

[His beard tickles all the way up to Lupin's ear and the thief giggles accordingly, head tipped further towards Jigen's mouth for better access.]

I'm pretty sure we were screwed way before this but details, shmetails.

[Jigen's laugh fans out, all warm and affectionate, and a new warmth bubbles in Lupin's chest, almost too much to contain in his entire being, like he could burst from just hearing the sound of Jigen's rumble of laughter, that old idiot will be an idiot.

Lips part to reveal teeth that playfully nip at those wet retreating fingers. A shaky exhale escapes him as Jigen rocks against him, hardon more than damn apparent, already making him ache with every dangerous roll against his thigh, with every arch of pressure against his own. Lupin sighs against Jigen, rests his temple against the gunman's while he pulls him in by the round of his ass and keeps him there for a change, pressed hard against his need]

Jigen...

[ There it is, that Jigen that every fiber of his being responds to, that name in that voice that Jigen's heard so many times, in so many contexts. It's been carved into his cells, makes his heart stop and then pick up pace. His cool veneer chips away, a layer at a time, and when he finally can't stand even the faintest sliver of distance between the two of them, he shoves his shoulders forward and burrows into Lupin's heat; who's the needy one now? ]

It's my birthday, right.

[ A low growl, the question posed more rhetorical than anything else. He doesn't even care anymore— it's an excuse, a convenient way to say "I want you" and to have a reason that's not just blind (he's transparent, though). One hand lingers on Lupin's cheek and tilts the thief's face to fit into the curve of his neck, the other steals down to circle rough hands around the jut of Lupin's hip and then down, down to his cock. ]

[There's nothing delicate in the way they got here (look delicate up in the Lupin Gang dictionary and there'll be a photo of Lupin's head in the toilet with Jigen and Goemon looking on with smug satisfaction), not in the way Jigen all but shoves into his space and rushes to fill it between them, certainly not in the way he grabs Lupin's cock, eliciting a startled, choked moan from the thief--

But it's probably the hand on his cheek that lingers the most, not just the warmth of that touch, but it fills a space inside him that's too big to measure, too vast to touch with fingertips except in all these little snatches that catch up to them like this...His smile all but splits his face in the curve of Jigen's neck, giving way to teeth again, lips following a featherlight trail over his throat.

In a voice that quivers, he sings:] That's right, big boy~! The cake is yours.

[Encouragingly, one hand snakes around to return the favor, fingers circled around the base of Jigen's cock, cradled in his palm]

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...happy birthday my gunslinger... [Lupin sings huskily, eyes feverishly bright beneath the florescents]

[ Has he ever laughed this much before meeting Lupin? Jigen honestly can't remember, thinks it's so stupid that he's chuckling into the crook of Lupin's neck while his partner sings a song of celebration for a day that precisely one person would ever feel joy for. He wants to say something about how his hardon's going to go away if Lupin keeps singing, but he doesn't dissuade it (his heart's full, that vast heart that he tries to pretend is withered and shriveled)— he tries to shut Lupin up by pressing that saliva-slicked index inside him, prying him open with a gentleness that he knows is just going to get him to say more, make more noise. ]

Loudest goddamn cake I've ever seen.

[ One hand still pumping at Lupin's cock, the other follows in rhythm while Jigen busies himself with the curve of his partner's jaw, refraining from leaving a mark (he never does) but giving it the attention he only gives to extensions of himself, his magnum and his hat, things he can never separate from his identity if he tried. ]

[His voice warbles just as much as his hips shudder upon the initial breach, that long finger reaching determinedly inside him. It all the more burns him up, it's not nearly enough, and the gentleness only spurs him on more as he grinds into Jigen's hand, little huffs escape the line of his mouth which concentrates in the steady rhythms, quickly meeting-- in keeping his hand steady on Jigen's cock, already slick between each flick of his wrist and squeeze between his fingers. Jigen's hot in his hand and Lupin manages a smirk]

It was either this or jump out of it naked. I know you're not the sharing kind, kyaaa~ You want me all to yourself.

[He hums and murmurs something under his breath, face turned to allot Jigen all kinds of room, fingers curved around Jigen's dick and tugging just a smidgen faster]

[ The breathless laughter puts on an inch of fond crossness, a little chiding that falls flat, all things considered. ]

Yeah, right. I'm the one that has to stand around while you always get yourself in some trouble because of a woman.

[ Don't think he can't share you, Lupin the Third: he likes you the most when you're flying free. But the (attempted) edge comes out of his voice the moment he feels those fingers on him, steady with his heartbeat, and he bites back a soft nn, disguises his obvious arousal by starting to work Lupin a little faster, trying to slip in another finger. ]

Don't get so impatient.

[ He manages under a groan, and whether or not that's directed at his parter or himself is up for debate: his knees shake, tangibly, and his fingers go taut at the joints inside Lupin. ]

[Sighing with contentment, Lupin draws his leg higher up around Jigen's hip to force the press of Jigen's fingers deeper, his breath hitches, comes out choked as fingers go taunt and blissfully deep inside him, fire sparks in a line down his belly and straight to his cock, which twitches in Jigen's hand.

He turns his head to catch Jigen's mouth in an open mouthed kiss, and another and another and--hums softly]

You wanna know one of my favorite parts? Seeing you grumble when that happens. Knowing you'll still be there at the end.

[He tightens his fingers around Jigen, alternates between something softer and the tightness of the circle of his hand, picks up the pace to meet his partners', fingers curled and insistent]

I can't help it...you're-- [he trails off, eyes too bright]

[ The hand previously stroking a smooth beat on Lupin's cock moves itself up onto his stomach, feather-light touches up and over, snuck under an already-open shirt to bead quiet pats of fingers along Lupin's ridges and corners. For someone that's not generally known as being gentle, Jigen is careful; methodical in a way that borders on admiration, a stoic man who doesn't let himself love too often trying to break his own mold with a brush of his knuckles against a nipple, a rake of teeth against teeth. ]

I can leave anytime I want.

[ He says, knowing full well that he's playing into that hand again— showing Lupin that "grumble". The fingers already inside scissor once, twice, before pulling out carefully in a silent inquiry: can I.

Are they going to be able to leave this place through the front door, probably not; the emergency exits are appealing, appropriately seedy in the way they cast redlight-district orange over the both of them. Jigen nudges the side of Lupin's head with his own, a cat bumping into a particularly beloved ankle. ]

[Muscles quiver beneath the attention of that well known-well loved calloused hand, breath stolen, delivered in excited, half-punches on the edge of every exhale, until there's nothing left rattling in his lungs. That's okay, he needn't look much further than the moment, than Lupin loving him as much as the sanctity of moonlight, as much as breathing, as much as a hoard of treasure, as much as that feeling you get when you look up and up and up into a clear blue sky and your chest feels so full--

One hand braces a broad shoulder for leverage so he can rock up onto his toes, knee hooked wide over Jigen's hip and tugging insistently; Lupin pumps Jigen's cock a few more times before he guides it to the crack of his ass, teases them both by rubbing it against the cleft, slick, but never quite inside. Then, he gives the first push of his hips down.

When he speaks his voice is raw, trembles like his legs, like his heart slamming into his ribcage]

True. But you'll always come back to me.

[Lupin nuzzles the side of Jigen's face with his own, a purr practically rumbles in his chest]

[ He's back to carrying Lupin in his arms, cradling up and against his body so that they'll fit, properly fit. A hand tucks itself under one knee, drawing that leg up and around to fix it in place as he slowly pushes up and inside, releasing one pent-up breath as if it's the first one he's taken this whole time. ]

Don't say things that you know already.

[ A breathless laugh as he feels Lupin gripping at him, feels his partner with every square millimeter of his body. Driving Lupin's back up against the carpeted wall, he rocks them with the force of his hips, feels his toes curl inside his shoes with every rise and fall. He knows Lupin is going to have finger-shaped bruises on his waist and ass tomorrow, half-crescent nail marks beside bullet scars that Jigen might trace with his lips later— for now, he's too busy concentrating on that connection, that searing heat that he grinds into and tries to lose himself in. ]

[Lupin's knees around his sides should be squeezing the life out of Jigen, much like a python (which in turn is fine because his own python is squeezing the life out of Lu-), heel digging into the dip of his tailbone to draw him in deeper-- He's blazing hot inside Lupin, burning him up from the inside and it's all Lupin can do to grind on Jigen's cock, push back painfully against the wall for traction (but the burn will be ignored until tomorrow, it just tingles now, a wonderful contrast to the pleasure washing in waves inside him), hips undulate between them in sporadic arches.

His voice is wrecked when he sucks in a much needed gulp of air around a choked gasp, he keens--]

What do you wan-want me to say, then? [There's a nnnnn that follows a particularly rough twist of his hips, which has him slip just the teensiest bits along the wall, fingers dug into Jigen's back] Tell me what you want me to say, big birthday boy~

[his eyes are dark when he pulls away to look at Jigen, wicked dark, black pools, and he grinds up, his cock leaves a messy smear across Jigen's shirt]

[ If he were more lucid, he'd think about calling Goemon to pick the both of them up; the operative word there is if, and any practical plans he may have had for the future are tossed to the wayside and replaced by now now now. His entire world is encapsulated in this tiny pocket of reality, and even the partial rugburn that he's getting from kneecaps scratching against the wall and forearm occasionally grazing coarse carpet feels like more pleasant heat, more coveted friction.

The phrase "fucking someone into the wall" is apt here, the motion of his hips shifting from shoving to pounding as he chases that one spot that he knows he can hit to make Lupin shake. He's fine with letting his defenses crumble, but if there's one thing he's learned from Lupin, it's that life is full of give-and-takes; if he's going to be coerced, he wants to see his partner melt.

Drawing gyrating hips closer, Jigen buries himself as deep as he can get in their current position, his back teeth gritting in the wave of electricity that follows the push. ]

Stop trying to rile me up.

[ He chuckles, a low rumble of bass that sounds almost exhilarated; Lupin should know that he doesn't need to say anything, those noises and his name on Lupin's tongue is enough. ]

[Lupin dissolves entirely into noises more fit for hungry beasts, or pornos, arms thrown around Jigen's neck and fingers threaded through his hair, holding on tight for dear life, like if he doesn't he'll just fall away. Eyes squeezed shut, he sees damn spots behind his eyes every time Jigen pounds into his sweet spot, hips twist and pump in return, toes curl into designer boots.]

Jigen...! Mon chou, mon seul trésor...

[Lupin chants like this, over and over accompanied by gasps and guttural moans. He's melting, he's going to melt into a smear of come, elastic and eyebrows right into this carpeted wall, and there's nothing he can do about it-- there's nothing he wants to do about it. He simultaneously drops the weight of his hips while hauling his legs higher around Jigen, the angle makes him gasp and a high octave of a whine drops from his mouth as lips seek the gunman's, his fingers scrub down along his back, digging beneath the fabric along each plane of muscle and bone, right down his spine as if he could tear him open and fill him with purpose.]

[ He never knows what to say when Lupin starts speaking in that saccharine nonsense, stop listening halfway through when he realizes that he can identify vocabulary simply from its similarities to languages he does understand. Color rises in his cheeks, always slightly in disbelief that Lupin can say things like that about him, always questioning why his partner isn't more embarrassed about directing those sentiments his way. He pretends not to listen, but the clearing of his throat mid-thrust and the way he hastily silences Lupin with a kiss are telltale signs that he has no choice but to be attentive.

(He'd say something about how he doesn't need any of that, how he doesn't need to be told or need to have it spelled out for him, how he doesn't need to be Lupin's treasure but he's alright with having to be stolen once in a while— he'd say something about how he'd steal the entire world, bit by bit, if Lupin suggested that they should, they can. How he'd drive that yellow Fiat, push flat tires and broken-down axles across continents if Lupin gave the word.

How he appreciates it, that Lupin looks for things to give him.

How he's glad he's here, birthday or not.

He doesn't say any of it, because he's sure Lupin already knows.)

Their mouths stay locked, and Jigen breathes into Lupin's mouth when his partner inhales, takes in the air that Lupin exhales. His bruise-inducing grip shifts, hands held tight on either side of the thief's ass to pull him further into himself so Jigen can feel every inch of him clamping on and around; a moment passes where he thinks about coming inside Lupin and marking him for the day, but they still need to get home. He bypasses it, electing instead to keep working at his partner, canines brushing an affectionate bite to a lower lip, chest rubbing against chest through a disheveled shirt. His expression is impossibly soft under the carpeting of his hair, eyes narrowed in fondness where he thinks Lupin can't see, his voice stifled so he can hear Lupin's better. ]

[His eyes shutter open into slits, watch the contrast of color across Jigen's face, and a new flush rises straight down his chest

He doesn't say things like this (just) to see Jigen blush or huff, not to embarrass him or shine the spotlight on the man content with the shadows of his back, the lines of his shoulders and the seat of their Fiat squeaking beneath him. And not even because he knows he can kinda get away with it (mostly). It's because he knows Jigen's right there with him, always, no matter how many times they're betrayed or how many times the damn jewels fall from the sky right out of his hands-- He knows. Jigen doesn't ask for much, not for enough, but Lupin can at least give him these clear blue skies and the wind at his back, the barrel of guns locked on his back and the electric shock of this beneath his fingers.

A pink tongue curls around Jigen's, slowly stroked as slow as the fingers at the back of Jigen's neck. He's throbbing hot inside Lupin, a throb he feels to the enamel of his goddamn teeth, in time with his own cock jerking, wet, between them. He ruts up against Jigen, for more of that addition he can never get enough of, and he can already feel himself clenching down hard around Jigen every time he thrusts himself down.

Between the groans and the whimpers, he doesn't stay silent for a moment.]

im so sorry

youre not sorry at all!!!!!!!

you're right i'm not sorry in the slightest

this indecency

the indecency conSPIRACY

excuse me... you did this to this thread

look here dont point ur fingers at me!! these things happen, boners happen

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how does the human body work how does human flexibility work

things i ask myself every day tbh... do i ever know what i'm doing

nonono that was good that was DAMN good, you know, you know it in your heart cause WHOA

IT'S ONLY BECAUSE UR SO GOOD, I STRIVE TO MATCH

i swear to jesus, Freshy

jesus left like 10 comments into this thread

its like that jesus take the wheel meme except he left us careening towards a cliff