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[Egotistical Matoba may be, and confident where magic and even negotiations may be concerned; but when the man he's invited along to jerk him off approaches and reaches up to brush off his shoulder, he glances toward the hand with an owlish blink, as though he doesn't quite understand the purpose of the obviously flirtatious gesture.]

Hmm. That's probably true, [He agrees with no irony, although he doesn't seem like he has a strong opinion on that observation.] I have questions of my own about your "research" and how it pertains to magic such as my own, but...

[Jayce's fingers slide just under the hem of his kimono collar, brushing collarbones and the column of his neck, and his mouth curls slightly. Now, at least, he is picking up on the man's increased interest after the demonstration. A taste for power? Matoba can't say anything to that; he finds power and talent quite attractive, himself.]

Perhaps this would be a more appropriate task for the locker rooms.

[He lightly drifts away from those exploratory fingers, a little hard-to-get now that the tables have turned, and leads the way.]

[Better a locker room than a dusty, damaged tennis court. Jayce follows after, no further than a few steps behind as they enter the locker rooms. First thing he notices is that it's truly a shared locker room. No gendered division at all, and maybe it's his antiquated sensibilities, but he does purposefully look away the second he sees a naked woman, a deeper blush rising to his cheeks. This is apparently what he finds more embarrassing than the idea of going to a semi-public space and giving a man a handjob.]

You've done this before, right?

Not in a locker room,

[Matoba replies dryly, passing the nude woman without even a glance. He pauses in speaking as they walk, and then he adds, as if he had to give it another moment of thought,] ...Oh. No, I have, in the communal bathroom changing rooms- I suppose that counts?

[He searches for a corner of the large locker rooms that's more secluded, and then casually draws a paper tag out of his front hoodie pocket, and plasters it to the side of a locker as he picks an uninhabited spot. The tag has similar characters inked onto it as those he had carved into the spell circle. There might not be any uninvited onlookers over here at the moment, but he's not looking to attract any, either.]

[Ah, that's right. This was a newcomer, Matoba muses as he seats himself on the bench and leans back on his palms, gazing back up at Jayce with a lightly raised eyebrow.]

Everyone will have "done this", Talis-san. That is Game 52. [His head cocks.] Have you?

I meant...

[He trails off. Crude words are easier to write than say, but he needs to pull himself together here.]

Nevermind. Yes I've "done this," before if we mean sex. Just more privately.

[Like in a bedroom, with the lights off. He's probably less experienced than his companion here, but inexperience hasn't scared him before, it shouldn't scare him now. He takes a seat next to Matoba, and in typical loverboy fashion, places a hand on Matoba's cheek, leaning in close like he's intending to kiss.]

[Matoba's smile flickers with amusement as Jayce trips over his unwavering bluntness. No, he's not softening the blow of adjusting to the resort for him at all, is he? But, call it immersion; being thrown into the deep end. As far as Matoba is concerned, that's how one learns to survive quickly. Their captors, certainly, don't have any more sympathy- Chirpy definitely meant it when it threatened everyone with punishment for not winning an auction. How many men has Matoba found himself relieving of their stubbornness, a month after arrival?]

There isn't a lot of that around here, [He comments, as if the woman in full nude on the way in or the sounds of guests enjoying each other from the showers nearby didn't make that much clear.] Although I am not a fan of uninvited onlookers, myself. That's what that is for,

[He nods towards the spelltag he'd hung on their way over. Matoba's shadow-like servant has reformed itself apparently unharmed since being "devoured" by the monster earlier and now stands sentry at the corner of their lockers nearby.]

[See? No need to worry. Matoba turns his head to follow Jayce next to him, and doesn't pull away as he's kissed. For the moment, at least, Matoba tilts his jaw to follow the cup of his palm, but doesn't deepen it- and in fact, if Jayce were to open his eyes in the course of the kiss, he'd find that Matoba is looking back at him with his good eye, as if he's watching Jayce perform moreso than an active participant. He doesn't react as though he dislikes it, though; if anything, he seems more that he's anticipating further.]

[The spell tag gets a curiosity glance for now, something he’ll want to look into more detail later, because if he allows himself any more distractions, Matoba’s going to be waiting another half hour for his promised end of the bargain. However in giving that glance, he also notices the shadow servant, and his lips purse at the idea of still being watched, but now by some sort of shadow blob thing. Just pretend it’s not there, Jayce…

With his eyes closed, he can try to ignore the other less romantic aspects of their environment a little easier, his fingers sliding a little further back into Matoba’s hair gently and his lips parting to deepen the kiss. Even if Jayce’s appearance is a little on the rougher side than he’s used to looking, he’s at least picked back up on his routine of lip care, offering a softer and more pillowy touch. Maybe it’s more for him than Matoba at this point, and sure, this was initially proposed as a business transaction of sorts, but even the barest bit of romance goes a long way for him.

Fortunately he doesn’t open his eyes to see he’s being observed, as Jayce’s free hand settles on Matoba’s chest, sliding down in a leisurely manner to the belt line, and blindly trying to bypass whatever might be in the way of sliding his hand down underneath his clothes.]

[Jayce is far from the only partner he's had that has squeezed his eyes shut against the realities of the resort's setting around them. Matoba smiles against his mouth, tickled, particularly charmed by how careful he's trying to be.]

[Oya, oya. It would be mean to rumple his clothes or grab his hair already, right...? He'll let Jayce ease into it, make sure his appetite is whet enough first before he starts allowing himself to think about bullying the man into more, maybe pull a rougher edge out of him. Jayce is out here trying to be respectful, yet this exorcist's nature is anything but.]

[He doesn't seem to be too shy to get to work, after all. Luckily, Matoba's loose sweatsuit is easy for him to get his hands under- whether it's his hoodie or the stretch waistband of his joggers. He even leans back a little more to make the waistband and hem easier to get under, and spreads his thighs in anticipation of giving Jayce access to more.]

If you want something off, it can come off, [He murmurs in invitation against his mouth,] Save for the eye covering, of course.

[Kissing does a lot for him personally, already feeling heat on his cheeks and blood running south just from the press of lips against his own. He could argue it's because of the curse he has that amplifies touch, but most of this is all him. Jayce shifts closer, sighing into Matoba's mouth as his hand finally slips past the waistband and his smooth but calloused fingers drag along delicate skin. With Matoba's legs spread, it's certainly easier for him to find what he's looking for, and Jayce wraps his fingers around Matoba's cock.]

Like your pants?

[He asks dumbly, not thinking about much other than how he's studying by touch the nuances of the shaft in his hand. It's a little strange to do this without seeing what he's doing... Takes more focus, for sure, when he's this inexperienced.]

[In the span of his words, there's a slight pause against Jayce's lips, and through a miracle of practiced repression only a slight puff of breath escapes against them when all is said and done.]

Yes, [Matoba agrees, although unfortunately he cannot tamp down the amusement still present in his tone,] Like my pants.

[A little charmed, at least. Maybe that short breath that had swallowed down a chuckle could instead be excused as the draw of breath from having his cock taken in hand. He leans a little closer, to Jayce's credit, parting one thigh and knocking it carefully against Jayce's beside him in order to spread for more access and scoot a little closer, hardening under even an inexperienced touch. Matoba's cock was not large, certainly not so soft, but a good enough size to take in the hand and draw into hardness with the sorts of apprehensive touches of one who has not done this very much, if at all.]

[After a time, half-hard in his grip, Matoba parts their lips and leans a few inches away.] Hmm. Perhaps like this? [Without any hesitation, he slides his grip around Jayce's wrist to halt him momentarily while he swings one leg over their shared bench. In his new position, he faces the man directly, with the bench between his thighs.]

[He scoots slightly closer, then- able to get right up close beside him enough to push his cock back into Jayce's hand- and drops his own away.] Better?

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[ooc; going to be on hiatus for the next month or so, will be slow but still tagging when I can!]

[With Matoba now in a familiar position to Jayce (someday he’ll need to get some practice in with the unique ones), he’s more at ease and rewraps his fingers around Matoba’s cock with eagerness.]

Much. And if you need to hold onto me… you can.

[He’s able to move his hand a good amount faster now that he’s in a position that’s more like one he could use to bring himself off, interspacing his faster pace with pauses to circle his thumb over the head. With their bodies closer, Matoba can probably feel Jayce’s cock firm in his own sweatpants, pressing against Matoba’s thigh but otherwise completely ignored. But there’s a second part to this he still has his mind set on, a not-so-small part of him wondering if that sort of thing could break Matoba’s cool attitude down a little. He brought a little bit of lube in his pocket, but the mental image of Matoba's lips around his fingers is doing something for him too.]

You like this?

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[ooc: that’s fine! I’m a kind of slow tagger right now too also.]

Edited 2025-10-04 03:00 (UTC)

Mmm...

[Matoba hums, in either agreement or enjoyment, body warming with increased heartrate alongside the firmer touch that draws him into hardeness in Jayce's hand. He doesn't grip onto the other man as invited, instead clutching the side of the bench with one bent hand, white-knuckled increasingly as excitement climbs.]

[What's tempting is the sight of the other's erection across from him, barely tamped down under fabric. His eye lingers on it even though he doesn't yet reach out, tongue slowly peeking out as he wets his lips in a distracted, idle manner. For half a second too long it seems as though the distraction has made him miss the question, but instead it becomes a very deliberate pause.]

Yes, [His eye flicks back upward onto Jayce's, suddenly bold. The small, almost-smiling purse of his lips combined with that glance takes on a slightly predatory gleam in his excitement. He leans forward, pushing eagerly into his hand; it draws him even closer, thighs and knees pushed to settle up warmly against one another and the distance needed for either of them to reach out and kiss or touch lessened to bare inches.] Is this how you like to touch? Show me more.

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ignore that I forgot what he was wearing mid-thread last tag lol

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