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[explosivecombat]

Who: Isaac McDougal (glaciates); Solf J Kimblee (explosivecombat)
Where: Lake of Rage
When: Forward-dated - evening of 10/13/2012
Summary: Well, this relationship's lasted about six months longer than Kimblee thought it would.
Rating: PG? How do I shot ratings, guys, seriously
Log:

Had this been any other relationship, Kimblee probably would have been preparing for some sort of night on the town tonight - something where he could dress his date up in some overly expensive dress that surely cost far more than the fabric and the craftsmanship was really worth but she would love, simply because he tended to find women who loved things like that; they would go somewhere nice, privately, before finding some sort of public place where they could sit and talk and he could show her off without even trying. He would make her feel special; she would appreciate his efforts, only to end the relationship a short while later for reasons he didn't always understand.

Then again, had this been any other relationship, chances were it wouldn't have lasted this long in the first place; it wasn't that he felt closer to Isaac than he had any of the others, because that certainly wasn't the case, but rather that Isaac was...a bit of a special one, for lack of a better term. At the beginning, Kimblee would have been perfectly willing to dismiss this as Isaac being too stupid to know better; now...well, as much as that point arguably still stands, he can't say that he's quite as displeased with it as he would have been then.

It's been a bizarre six months.

However, the weather at the lake that night is finally clearing up from the light drizzle earlier that day; the sky is far from cloudless and the air is heavy with cold humidity, but it feels fresh from the earlier rains. The temperatures seem to have finally broken, a light chill rippling over the surface of the water, but Kimblee's never minded the cold; he does mind the light breeze winding down through the trees surrounding the place, but that has nothing to do with the cold - as little as he tends to prefer it, he's left his hair down for the evening, having fussed with it enough to get it to actually look presentable, as opposed to simply lying flatly down his back. He's not used to it, and he has to resist the urge to touch it and try to press it down; he eventually ends up folding his arms awkwardly to prevent himself from mussing it up without thinking.

Given that this is an Occasion, he's dressed a bit differently tonight; the black suit and gloves he'd worn when he'd gone out with Emmy is making a reappearance, the only color among the dark fabric being the purple tie and cufflinks at his sleeves. Hopefully this...date goes a bit better than that one did; for the time being, he's content to watch the water and wait for Isaac. He's stupidly early; he really doesn't mind. He's singing to himself again while he waits, but he doesn't seem distressed or impatient; the sound is light and easy, his posture calm.

This place really is relaxing, as far as he's concerned.

Comments

[explosivecombat]

"Is that so?"

All right, buddy, challenge accepted; it's just...going to be a bit more of a challenge than usual! After all, Isaac is still hugging him rather firmly, and leaning back isn't exactly an option, simply because that's pinging his mind as incredibly counter-intuitive. Being dropped may be the goal, but being dropped on his head is most certainly not.

...right! Yes. That leaves him the option of...of...

...squirming impatiently, apparently. Damn, son.

"Isaac..."

[glaciates]

"Oh come on, there's no need to pout. You could just ask, you know~"

Kimblee is just so cute when he pouts though! That said, Isaac isn't letting go anytime soon, sorry.

[explosivecombat]

"I am not pouting - and besides, I doubt you'd just set me down if I did."

Ignoring the fact that his tone is, in fact, completely indicative of pouting, he actually isn't angry or upset; the awkwardness from earlier is completely gone, somehow, and he's enjoying the more physical sort of play going on.

...that won't stop him from further squirming once that statement is out there, of course, but at least he's back to smirking quite a bit.

[glaciates]

"Yeah you are, don't deny it! And I'm not setting you down until you ask. Nicely."

It's rare that Isaac actually gets to a point where he's authoritative at all, much less while he's still being playful. What have you done to him, Kimblee?

[explosivecombat]

He doesn't know, but judging from that look he's giving, he can't say that he isn't enjoying it.

"Is that what you think, Isaac?" And while he speaks, one of his hands has reached back to tangle in Isaac's hair again; he tugs sharply back on the ponytail, once, hard enough to ensure that he has his attention, but not enough to really cause too much lasting sting - he's noticed that Isaac tends to like that, for some strange reason, and he's not going to argue it while he's in a position to use it.

[glaciates]

Pain has always been an interesting thing for Isaac. Most people don't like it and avoid it, while he ended up enjoying it to some degree. Of course that was weird, so he simply didn't acknowledge it. At least, not until recently. The sparring with his Pokemon was really just the start.

He gasps at the sudden pain, gripping Kimblee tightly so as not to let go of him entirely and from that look, Kimblee obviously isn't the only one enjoying it. It takes him a moment to recover, but that pleased look still hasn't left when he does speak.

"Again."

[explosivecombat]

Oh, that was an amusing response, to be sure. Kimblee hasn't really explored this sort of thing with others - the women he'd been with had generally all been of the opinion that pain was a negative thing to be avoided; it wasn't unheard of for him to injure them accidentally in bed (or..."accidentally", as the case may have been a few times), but it was almost always something that ended in a lot of insincere apologies and more than likely getting slapped. However, Isaac wasn't just tolerating it, he seemed to be asking for it.

Far be it from Kimblee to deprive him, really. "Of course."

Isaac's hair is more than long enough to allow him to wrap it around his fingers twice, granting a firmer grip and a bit more leverage when he closed his hand around it; the tugging back starts slowly this time, giving him a few moments to adjust to the tight pulling at the back of his scalp before he jerks back hard, the motion quick before he releases the tension entirely there, though he still keeps Isaac's hair twisted tightly around his hand.

[glaciates]

That gets a very pleased noise from him - the pain is enjoyable for some reason he's not entirely sure of, and the fact that it's Kimblee doing this is fantastic. He's really not sure what to do with the knowledge that he's enjoying this quite so much.

But after a moment he sets Kimblee back down, though he certainly doesn't let go of his boyfriend. There aren't any words to describe just how pleased he is with this, but he figures making out will work just fine, right?

[explosivecombat]

Oh, it works well enough for the time being; Kimblee still has his hand wrapped up in Isaac's hair, and he's more than content to use that grip to tug back sharply once in a while at sporadic intervals, refraining from forming any sort of predictable pattern for when the sting will be administered. He finds himself moving closer as they continue, pressing his body up against Isaac's, grinding against him sharply as he pulls back on his hair before stepping away from the kiss entirely, allowing Isaac's hair to unwind from around his fingers.

"We aren't staying here," he says; the smirk really says everything.