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Skwisgaar led Toki back to their room with only a few incidents involving bumping into walls and nearly knocking disgruntled paintings off of them and several close calls with suits of armour -- all of which Skwisgaar found pretty humourous. They were thankfully spared the impossible task of having to navigate any moving staircases while high, as Hufflepuff's dorms were conveniently situated in the dungeons not too far from the Potions classroom.
The Swede had demonstrated admirable restraint on the way there, but barely a moment after closing and locking the door behind them he was pulling Toki closer by the front pockets of his pants. He slid his hands up underneath his bandmate's shirt to slowly caress his sides, without lingering over any of the scars there, as he didn't want Toki thinking about them again. He'd likely already dwelt too much on them and other unpleasant memories of his childhood during the class -- it was time to see if the effects of the salvia might be put to better use. "How ares you feeling?" Skwisgaar asked, their lips just brushing as he spoke, and afterward he indulged his desire to kiss Toki, which he'd had to suppress during the class for obvious reasons. The wait proved to be worth it.
Skwisgaar led Toki back to their room with only a few incidents involving bumping into walls and nearly knocking disgruntled paintings off of them and several close calls with suits of armour -- all of which Skwisgaar found pretty humourous. They were thankfully spared the impossible task of having to navigate any moving staircases while high, as Hufflepuff's dorms were conveniently situated in the dungeons not too far from the Potions classroom.
The Swede had demonstrated admirable restraint on the way there, but barely a moment after closing and locking the door behind them he was pulling Toki closer by the front pockets of his pants. He slid his hands up underneath his bandmate's shirt to slowly caress his sides, without lingering over any of the scars there, as he didn't want Toki thinking about them again. He'd likely already dwelt too much on them and other unpleasant memories of his childhood during the class -- it was time to see if the effects of the salvia might be put to better use. "How ares you feeling?" Skwisgaar asked, their lips just brushing as he spoke, and afterward he indulged his desire to kiss Toki, which he'd had to suppress during the class for obvious reasons. The wait proved to be worth it.
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Date: 2009-12-16 03:08 am (UTC)"Nathan's gots paddings," Skwisgaar said dismissively. "He'd bes fine if yous smacks him around a bits." He hadn't paid any particular attention to said 'padding', it was just one of those things one couldn't help noticing when naked in a hot tub with one's bandmates. It had also been nice when they'd all occasionally crashed in the main TV room of Mordhaus and he'd ended up using Nathan's paunch for a pillow. It was preferable to how Nathan used to be, anyway, when he'd been built like a Toki on steroids. Pickles's paunch was too small to make an adequate pillow, Murderface generally smelt too strongly to enjoy even being near him, and Toki lacked paunch altogether, which kind of made Nathan's just right by default.
Not that Skwisgaar made a habit of sleeping on or near his bandmates, aside from Toki. It was just one of those things that sometimes happened and never got talked about again. Maybe, with all those dildos holidays coming up in a few months, Toki would overindulge with the fatty holiday foods and finally start cultivating a nice soft paunch of his own... a thought which made certain parts of Skwisgaar's anatomy even happier.
His strange little adipophilia fantasy was interrupted by one of the Shoggies tugging on the cover, and he blinked, looking dazed as he glanced over his shoulder. "Oh... Ja, gives me de minutes," he said to the Shoggy, then smirked as he gave Toki a kiss. "You don'ts goes anywhere." He moved off Toki and groped around for the dropped towel, wrapping it around his waist again as he went over to help the Shoggies. He actually had been learning how to tell the Shoggies apart -- it might have had something to do with counting the number of eyes they had -- so it only took him a few minutes to get the drawer situation settled and the Shoggies all tucked in. "Now you's goofballs can sleeps off yours hangsovers. Goods night," he said to them as he closed the drawers.
Now that they needn't worry about the "children" watching, he lost the towel for good and pulled back the fur cover, trailing kisses up Toki's body as he joined him on the bed. There wasn't any reason to hurry, so he took his time teasing and arousing Toki, thinking it would be rather sexy to hear him making all those incoherent sounds again and maybe even begging this time around...
((And they all lived brutally ever after, the end. This also ends, appropriately enough, with 69 comments.))