"La vita va avanti."

[sharktrash]

Who: Squalo and: Xanxus, Genos, Koumei, YOU!
What: Catch-all for January Shenanigans.
When: Jan 1st-15th ish
Where: MANTICORE penthouse, Pride HQ, possibly elsewhere
Warnings: language, violence, dicks out, the usual. will detail for each toplevel

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[sharktrash]

[ He looks like the kind of person who would enjoy chess, or go, or that kind of games, actually. Maybe they should play sometime. Well, Squalo will probably string out and flip a table within a few turns, but still. ]

[ Clearly he needs something to help him sleep, then. :0 ]

I know. [ Handled like a true gentleman. He looks very pleased at the touch. ] So are you, you know.

[ He makes a vague "hn" sound which probably means some kind of "you're welcome", and gently brushes his fingers along the side of Koumei's neck before his hand rests on the back of the other's head, his grin growing wider. ]

Take a dip.

[ Well that took an unexpected turn. ]

[dishevelment]

Hm?

[That was sudden. Koumei looked at him in bemusement for a moment before, the mellow mood now broken, he burst out in laughter.]

A little eager to play, aren't you?

[He asked, plunging that hand downward to settle teasingly on the lanky man's cock. Delicately--very delicately-- he brushed his fingers on the sensitive flesh and shifted to nestle his head against Squalo's shoulder.]

Lets take our time if were doing that. I rather like breathing.

[sharktrash]

[ He has to fight the urge to swat the other man over the head. Luckily, he is by no means unhappy with that dick touch, which evidently placates him enough to just give Mei a light flick on the forehead, looking like he's trying really hard to keep from laughing. ]

Playing with dicks comes later. I'm washing your hair, you thirsty fuck.

[ WHAT A SWEET TALKER ]

Excuse the icon....

[dishevelment]

--Oh.

[Congratulations, Squalo-- you've embarrassed him. Withdrawing entirely, Koumei seemed sufficiently chastized for a naked man who was in the bathtub with another naked man.]

It's hard to tell with the way you grin sometimes. Guess that's why the girls go crazy for you.

[sharktrash]

[ Yeah, now he'll actually laugh. Or, well, sort of chuckle. He slings an arm around Koumei to stop him from withdrawing too far, and leans in to plant a kiss under his jaw. ]

Probably. [ He still looks amused and smug. ] Don't worry, you'll get to be as filthy as you'd like soon enough.

[ And then he gently tugs on that mop of hair. Down you go. ]

[dishevelment]

[Down, indeed.]

Okay, okay. [Koumei said, batting Squalo's hands away so he could lower himself into the water as suggested. Being in the man's arms like this was oddly comforting-- and, after everything that's been happening lately, a very welcome change.]

[sharktrash]

[ He'll watch all that red hair get thoroughly soaked, poking it into the water to help it along. The man might not be a prettyboy but he's definitely a beautiful creature as far as Squalo is concerned. Especially like this. All wet and naked next to him. Perfect. ]

[ Once it looks like it's done proper, he'll help Koumei straighten back up by putting a hand under his head, since he knows how fucking heavy this much of wet hair can be. And then he's reaching for the hair care bottles. ]

[dishevelment]

[The mop of hair was quite heavy-- there was a reason why Koumei didn't do this as often as he should, and why the process when he did bother took far, far too long. Pushing his soaking hair over his shoulder, he grinned sheepishly at Squalo before peering at the veritable apothecary of hair care products.]

Thanks. What all do we have here?

[sharktrash]

Shampoo. Conditioner. Oils.

[ He'll point them and more out, and grab a shampoo bottle first, grinning. ]

Now then. This is a real trust exercise, you know.

[dishevelment]

[Koumei chuckled.]

We're sitting naked together in a bathtub-- if that's not trust, then I don't know what is.

[sharktrash]

Not quite on the level as not getting product into your eyes, though.

[ He nudges Koumei to move forward a bit so he gets decent access to all that hair, then starts squeezing shampoo onto the thickness of it and the top of the other's head, and then some more into his hands so he can slowly massage it in from the sides as well. ]

[dishevelment]

You've got good hands-- and you're careful.

I believe in you.

[And he closed his eyes, humming in enjoyment as the other man started massaging his scalp and working his hands through the mess of hair.]

[sharktrash]

And you've got a way with words. [ He makes an amused sound as he makes sure there's shampoo in all of that hair, then starts scratching at the other's scalp. ] Maybe you're also a reincarnated diplomat.

[dishevelment]

Or maybe I just carried the lives of a hundred-thousand men in my hands.

[He shrugged, almost nonchalant. The maps he had observed in his dreams were far too expansive for anything as small scale as Diplomacy.]

....Just to double check, have you ever heard of cities called Rakushou or Balbadd?

[sharktrash]

No pressure.

[ The scratching goes a bit more intense. He takes a moment to think. He does recall a city that sounds a bit like that, though he's not sure from where. ]

Don't think so, no. I know Baghdad, though. Could be a similar region.

[dishevelment]

Hm...the names are similar.

[Although the ring of 'Baghdad' felt strange to him-- as if the alternate reading shouldn't even exist.]

Who is to say? My name can be read as 'Kongming Lian' depending on who is doing the translating.

because superbae being used icly wasn't enough

[sharktrash]

Fair enough. And my name can be read as 'Super Bi'.

[ He definitely thinks he's being hilarious. His hands move lower, rubbing the shampoo into the mass of hair itself now. ]

looollllll

[dishevelment]

[Koumei laughed at those words.]

Well, you can't say it's inaccurate!

[sharktrash]

Guess not. Especially the "super" part.

[ He grins smugly, gathers up the rest of Koumei's hair and wrings it out a bit before continuing to shampoo it up. ]

[dishevelment]

In more ways than one.

[He glanced over to watch Squalo's progress.]

You really know what you're doing.

[sharktrash]

Got plenty of practice.

[ Once he's pretty sure he's rubbed through all of the Mop, he'll give Mei a light bonk on the head as a signal to get it in the water again. ]

[dishevelment]

Yes...I'm sure you do.

[And, chuckling, Koumei obediently soaked his hair in the water once again.]

How do you manage to keep your's so neat? It's an awful lot of hair to keep in such tidy condition all the time.

[sharktrash]

[ He rinses it, quite thoroughly, careful not to pull too hard, then nudges him up again. ]

...not sure, actually. I don't really use a lot of product or anything. [ He shrugs a bit, then grins. ] Maybe it's magic.

[dishevelment]

[He sat up on cue, his hair a mess from the water and the shampooing.]

It must be pretty potent magic, if you can maintain that shine without any fly aways or split ends.

[sharktrash]

[ That's gonna be a challenge to brush out. But he took on this mantle and he's gonna carry it. ]

Absolutely. Some of it's called "trimming".

[ He laughs, and takes a conditioner bottle. ]

We're not done yet.

[ Hope you don't mind more stuff getting carefully massaged into your hair, Mei. ]