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| | The wall’s cooling surface pressed flush into Altuo’s back, the unforgiving stone a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from Goji’s furious grip. Dangling like a doll, he was keenly aware of the effortlessness with which his companion had hoisted him off his feet. The beast of a man’s strength was on full display, every taut muscle in their arms holding the impish man aloft as though he weighed nothing. And yet, despite the precariousness of his position — or perhaps because of it — Altuo’s expression betrayed not a hint of distress. If anything, his amber eyes sparkled with unrestrained excitement. A slow, insidious smirk curling across his pale lips as he drank in Goji’s simmering frustration.
"Well, well, well, quite the welcome party." he drawled with a silken cadence to his voice. The likes of which dripped with a languid confidence. "You know, I was beginning to think I’d need to send a search party. Either that, or perhaps a map if you took much longer." The venom in Goji’s glare could have turned steel to slag, but Altuo ever the opportunist, remained largely unfazed. His responses as teasing as ever, as though the two of them weren’t pressed together in a dimly lit alley that smelled faintly of damp stone and distant street food. The tension between them storming with a heady mix of irritation and something far less definable.
"Honestly, though, you might have mentioned you were directionally challenged." Altuo carried on, studying Goji’s reaction as if it was a form of entertainment in and of itself. His smirk deepening as his gaze glimmered with roguish guile. "I’d have left breadcrumbs or something. Though..." The words hung on his pointed tongue for a second, his eyes flickering pointedly, "...even breadcrumbs might have been too subtle for you, judging by the look on your face."
With the grip on his collar tightening, Altuo let out an exaggerated sigh, clever fingers coming up to brush delicately at the hands that pinned him in place. His movements were deliberate, almost indulgent, as if humoring Goji’s aggression rather than resisting it. He winced on command, his fair face morphing into an expression of feigned offense.
"Careful," A lilting blend of chiding and sickly amusement started to take over at this point. "This is my best vest, you know. Or it was before you decided to redecorate it with your frustrations." Despite the intentional sting of the words, there was no malice behind them. Only the sharp edge of playful musings. He allowed his fingers to linger against Goji’s wrists, not in defiance but as a subtle way to further take in their shared proximity. A closeness that neither seemed inclined to break. The heat rolling off Goji’s body was almost impossible to ignore, his sheer presence overwhelming and grounding all at once.
The unintended intensity of their predicament was palpable to say the least. Their faces so near that Altuo could feel the faintest brush of Goji’s breath against his skin. The tension between them was electric, a live wire buzzing with the unspoken weight of their inner convictions for one another. Even now pinned and immobile, Altuo’s smirk softened, replaced by a glint of something sly and knowing.
"Oh come now," His voice dropped into something skin to a honeyed purr. "Don’t tell me you’re this upset just because I let you fend for yourself a little. You’re a grown man, aren’t you? Surely capable of, well, something?" His fingers, light as a whisper, brushed once more against the grip that held him more than firmly into place. Each touch neither pleading nor urgent but growing provocative as time passed. Altuo leaned in ever so slightly, their noses nearly brushing, the space between them reduced to a threadbare margin. "Though I will admit, I didn’t expect you to storm in here like an enraged bull. I had envisioned something a little more relaxing but here we are."
The silence that followed felt alive, thrumming with an energy that was as intoxicating as the spirits flowing through Altuo's bloodstream. Despite the fire in his companion’s eyes, he found himself reveling in the whole exchange. It was a dangerous game they played, one of jabs and sparks, but he thrived on the edge of such precarious peril.
"But since you’ve gone to all this trouble, slamming me into walls and all, I suppose I should offer my sincerest apologies. Forgive me," The wide grin that remained on his lips belayed mimicry shy of true reverence. "Next time, I’ll be sure to hold your hand and guide you every step of the way." A soft chuckle escaped, his amusement bubbling to the surface as he shifted in Goji’s grip. Eyes sparkling with unabashed glee as he met Goji's glare head-on, unflinching and utterly unrepentant.
"But for now would you mind putting me down? Or were you planning to parade me around like a trophy? I wouldn’t mind, of course. As it does seem to draw quite the attention, and you know how I adore making an impression." As his broke away, Altuo’s expression eased into something quieter. There was something there, in that moment, that all the teasing in the world couldn’t quite mask. It wasn’t surrender, nor was it submission. It was simply fulfillment of a special kind being satisfied by the connection and the fiery passion of the man who held him so tightly. |