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[It's nice. It's nice to have the agency to keep secrets but the freedom to share anything with Speedwagon. Maybe one day the truth will be dragged out from him or Tsukikage will find time to sit Speedwagon down. Maybe it won't.

Tsukikage chuckles again, unable to help himself at his boyfriend's little antics, and absent-mindedly twirls his fingers through Speedwagon's fur. He looks down at him and smirks with his eyes.]

Never mind the press. Tell Reira-dono. She is the one who needs to hear that news. Then again, if you do go, I simply will have to go back to work.

[It's truly his decision at the end of the day and he will respect those secrets. While he might be curious, he certainly won't be pushy about it.

Mere touch should not turn him into putty like this, but it absolutely is considering he's happy to lean into his touch with a pleased little sigh.]

Then I suppose I am stuck here until told otherwise, hm?~ Luckily I have nowhere to go any time soon and I am rather comfortable right here. [He could think of some other things, but he's having fun acting a fool for now.]

[Speedwagon's content expression reminds him of Choctorte when the cat decides not to be a little shit and lets Tsukikage pick him up. How adorable. Tsukikage can't help but give Speedwagon a few scritches, letting himself be lost in the gentle touch.]

You are your own boss. You can decide to go when you want to. I am quite happy where you are though.

[He's a simple man with simple pleasures and needs. Even if it's being scritched and happily leaning as far into him as physically possible.]

Mm, are you? [Give him a second, animal brain is rather in the forefront here.]

I do have to wonder for how long I can keep the attention of a spidery ninja. [What can he possibly get away with this time, really.]

[Scritches are good. Tsukikage is more than happy to gently run his long nails against Speedwagon's scalp like the good rabbit he is. He absolutely doesn't want to give him a second, continuing to enjoy the other man's close proximity.]

I have never been the distracted type. I imagine you do not have to try too hard, Speedwagon. You are a very interesting character.

[Nor will he ever complain about the attention, shifting every so often to get his nails to a part of his scalp that is just right and has his normally alert ears falling to be far more relaxed.]

I tend to hear that a lot. [It's a bit of a joke, even while gently headbutting into his hand.] Though I am quite the curious one if you'd indulge me in that.

[It's like having a giant hare for a boyfriend, or at least what Tsukikage imagine having a pet rabbit would be like. It's still very cute though.]

I am serious. You are very interesting, and I mean that in the best of ways. [He means it, too.] Curious though? Of course. I think I can satiate your curiosity. How may I help?

[A sentient hare, but much the same. He's quite happy to continue to be as such, even if his personality really didn't change all that much even with becoming a monster like this.

Perhaps it was a mistake to sate his curiosity as he's taking full advantage to lean for his ear with a grin tugging at his lips.]

There is a rather... Inconvenient if not potentially fun side effect of being a rabbit monster.

[Tsukikage tilts his head, making himself accessible for his boyfriend. He wracks his brain for what he knows about pookas that Speedwagon could possibly be referring to but he doesn't have much if ab answer besides:]

Oh? What so? The need to socialise?

[He cannot help but laugh at this, not mocking, but genuinely amused at the whole thing. It doesn't help, probably, that he's trying to steal little kisses on whatever exposed skin he can find.]

You've really never heard the term about breeding like rabbits? Really?

[His forehead, his eyes, his cheeks, his ears... all those regions are visible, and now red because of Speedwagon's kisses. Even if he's happy with it, he gets embarrassed. Even if he's okay with sex, he turns and stares at Speedwagon in disbelief.]

I have heard of the term but but... I genuinely thought you were talking about a monster change. You are just teasing me. How cruel. [He's not upset or angry or even appalled. He's just very much a blushy mess.] You already feeling it? We have not even done anything.

[He's absolutely adorable like this, the fact he colors that easily and that quickly at such simple contact. He would be a liar if he said that he wasn't easy to get going. Even before he'd arrived here, being something of an affection and contact starved man.]

How can I not when you're so easily teased and so adorable when you color like this? [Though it's his turn to blush somewhat, teeth worrying at his lower lip as he thinks through what to say.

He can't lie to him, not like this.]

If I were to be honest, and I certainly am, it's hard not to be when around you. [It sound as stupid and sappy, he's sure, but it's nothing but the truth from a former criminal. And his word is good as gold. Mostly.]

[Tsukikage wouldn't say he was contact or touch-starved but intimacy had been a stranger to him, both from culture and his own unique upbringing. Tsukikage feels the blood rush to his cheeks yet again as Speedwagon speaks so simply and honestly. His heart flutters in his chest as he looks up seriously at Speedwagon.]

I see... [Tsukikage brushes the hair off his own face and gives a sheepish look.] Can... Can you close your eyes?

[Different upbringing and circumstances and yet similar results. He's trying his best to remain calm, but he can feel his heartbeat in his throat at this point.

But close his eyes? Normally he'd question, be a bit resistant to the idea. But this is Tsukikage and he trusts him. With a breath to calm his nerves and rapid heart he closes his eyes, nails lightly digging into his palms without having noticed he was even doing as such. He's a mess, truly.]

[He doesn't know why Speedwagon is so nervous, they've done this before at Christmas. The man slowly undoes his mask and lets it lapse around his neck.

He slowly comes up to Speedwagon and cusps his cheek with his clawed hand. Tsukikage smiles softly. Then, he delicately presses his arachne face against Speedwagon's lips in their strange, flat kiss.]

I am going to change into a form that is easier to... as you say... breed like a rabbit with. Please keep your eyes closed.

[It's different this time when there's more after it than just kisses. And having been away for so long to return and be able to pick back up on things.

It's... Actually nice to have that sort of stability here, if he's perfectly honest.

The kiss is a little odd, of course, but he doesn't seem to mind given he's melting into it just a bit. And being good and keeping his eyes closed as his ears perk and focus on his voice.

A form that's easier to do that? It's oddly lewd to him to hear Tsukikage saying the same words back to him and he can't help a breathy laugh and small nod.]

I'll stay like this until told otherwise. And try to keep my promise on that saying~

[There's another chuckle from Tsukikage but even with the joking tones, Tsukikage can't help but shiver in delight. Call it anticipation or nerves.... but Tsukikage was excited. Tsukikage walks off the bed and prepares his human spell, murmuring a familiar incantation he hasn't used in a long time.

His carapace cracks loudly, starting from the nape of his neck right down his back. Tsukikage closes his eyes as the vision in his other six eyes go dark and the nerves are severed from his lower arms. Like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon (or perhaps a fungus bursting through the back of its infected host), a very human Tsukikage pulls himself out of his monster form.

For once, Tsukikage is glad that his spell doesn't give him any clothes - after all, they're going to be unneeded. He steps out of his shell, places it neatly where it's not going to get stepped on, and then walks over to his desk and drawer. While he could do this way more stealthily, he makes sure Speedwagon isn't left in the dark and can hear him opening drawers and walking around. Tsukikage grabs the lube and brings it back over to the bed, placing the jar next to the pillow.

Then, slowly, he reaches over to kiss Speedwagon deeply with his very-much human lips.]

[He never needed to be stealthy to begin with when his ears give him far more sensitivity to noises than a human could ever dream of. His focus remains on everything that's going on while his eyes remain closed, taking in every single sound going on in the room and putting his imagination to work. In probably a far less strange manner than what the reality is.

Once the drawers rummaging begins, he's almost certain he knows what he's going for and he can't help the slight hiss of breath that catches in his throat. While Tsukikage may conveniently be without clothing like this, he's... still in a ton of layers just by default of his chosen style of clothing. Which he may be cursing in the back of his mind at this current moment.

Luckily he doesn't get to focus on it for long once he has lips on his again, hands immediately moving to find his waist to grip and lightly brush calloused thumbs against skin. He's more than happy to let Tsukikage lead for the time being, not wanting to kill the mood or anything if he happens to go a little too fast for the both of them. Besides, he's quite content to have this contact and to let his hands explore while his sight cannot.]

[Tsukikage can be extremely stealthy though, and make it really hard for Speedwagon even with his enhanced senses, but he's choosing not to. He trust Speedwagon not to look and doesn't need to hide where he is or what he's doing.]

It's cold... [He mumbles when he's back on Speedwagon's lap. He gives a pleased shiver as he feels Speedwagon's fingertips on his skin, littered with bruises and the occasional scar. Tsukikage runs his fingers through Speedwagon's hair as he passionately kisses the man. Tsukikage's weakness is his lips. They're sensitive, and any touch not from cloth makes him shudder. He moans softly as he kisses him, torn between wanting more kisses and his arousal.]

Mmm... More...

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[Perhaps it's for the better that he's in those many layers as he can not show how eager he currently is with just this bit of contact. With his fingers against skin and making certain he can map every little scar he comes across, out of both habit and the want of knowing every bit of him that he can.

A soft laugh is all he manages to get out at the mumble before he's silenced again, gently pulling him closer against him to maybe take away a bit of the cold where he can. A shiver runs through him at the simple fingers in his hair, eagerly returning the passion in the kiss. He might be quieter than Tsukikage, but the honest bark of a laugh as he pulls back and voice sounding far too amused at the moans and his words. It's all in good fun.]

I think one of us is a little overdressed for the occasion don't you think? Not that I'm complaining about you on my lap in the slightest. [Even now, this man does not know how to shut his mouth.]

[Wounds from the old world have long faded to pink marks. Injuries from Ryslig that have scarred even this form pattern themselves in scabs and bumps. Lean muscle from training. Tsukikage leaves it all for Speedwagon, exposing himself fully.

... Well... not fully.

The man blushes, embarrassed as he's made aware of his own weakness. However, he's not offended or shy, if anything, he's glad that Speedwagon is laughing.]

Just a little bit... [Tsukikage pulls himself back and looks at Speedwagon, his eyes loyally shut.] But... maybe you should be able to see properly... so you can help me undress you. [He cups Speedwagon's face and takes a long, slow, steady breath.] First, please open your eyes.

[Tsukikage's face isn't too bad; he's no model but he doesn't hide his face because it's ugly. There's a long gash across his face, a scar that sits just below the mask line on his nose and cheeks. There's also a long red scar on his lip, curving all the way down to his chin - a long-healed knife wound. Both marks are thankfully not deep and easily hidden: Tsukikage has gotten good at covering the wounds up with makeup when he was disguised.]

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[All things he's more than familiar with in his own time of being on Ogre Street, many a scar, wound, and bruise having been on his own skin by this point. The only thing hiding most of them at this point is the fur acquired in this place, hard to find unless someone really wants to get to his skin for some reason or another. If he were anyone else, he might judge such marks, but to him it merely makes someone more unique.

Nor does he take anything seriously, ever, as he might have realized by this point of dealing with the pooka.]

Mmm, perhaps that is a good idea. [Not that his clothing is difficult to deal with, but he knows there's a trust exercise in all of this. The fact that he's being allowed to see him like this. And when his face is cupped he hums, the noise a combination of amusement and pleased at simple contact.

It takes him a moment to actually open his eyes and become accustomed to light and sight once more. Though he's quick to look him over, taking note of each mark and curve and committing that quickly to memory. His hands return to his hips, letting his thumbs stroke the skin there again while a playful grin crawls to his lips.]

I expected worse, somehow. But it seems we have more than one thing in common, hm? [The facial scarring, he means. Though Speedwagon has long since given up on caring about that particular fact of himself. If allowed he shifts to place his forehead against Tsukikage's, mostly calm and collected for the time being.] Being quite honest with you, it endears me further to you. [Sap.]

You expected worse? How ugly did you think I was? [He's teasing, of course, based on his small smile. Tsukikage wasn't nervous to begin with but somehow he breathes a sigh of relief as Speedwagon looks at him and then brings him close. He smiles- something awkward and clumsy but genuine- and he absentmindedly runs his thumb over Speedwagon's own scar.]

I am glad I can be open to you in this way. It is rare for me to feel like it is... appropriate to show my face. But this is a safe place and I do not need to be in uniform.

[He smiles and brings Speedwagon into another long, deep kiss.]

Oh come now, it would hardly matter even if you were. [He's... at least being honest about it, looks play into it, but he knows full well that if he didn't have an intriguing and interesting personality that he probably wouldn't have bothered in the first place. At least not for as long as he had, since, well, he can't deny that he'd been around the block a few times with little to no strings attached.

But that's not important, at the end of the day.

Nor does he seem to be bothered at all by his touching that particular scar other than the amused grin that never seems to leave his face. He's ridiculous, certain.]

A uniform? I... suppose I hadn't considered that was the case. [Look, ninjas and the like weren't something he was familiar with. His time anywhere near Asia wasn't where ninjas would have been in the first place.] But I'm glad that you think that and I've managed to pass muster to have that particular privilege.

[Luckily he doesn't get to talk long and the kiss is readily returned, the thumbing at his skin shifting to instead let claws lightly draw across, leaving nothing permanent but enough to perhaps leave temporary marks. He knows better than to assume, after all.

As much as he doesn't want to pull away from the kiss he must, even if he's only pulling away far enough to let their lips brush as he talks.]

Honestly, it is getting warm now. [He's clearly not upset about it, but given the inevitable at least two layers of clothing on top of fur, it makes sense.]

[Tsukikage rolls his eyes but the smile on his face says that he believes Speedwagon. Only people who really are committed to sticking around are willing to bother with Tsukikage with all his eccentricities. And those people stayed until-

... Tsukikage also puts those thoughts out of his mind and focuses on the now. He smiles at Speedwagon and kisses him again.]

Yes, I do not wear that silver band and blue mask all the time for fun. I wear it when I am on duty... Fuuma family business... [He shivers excitedly as the claws drag along his skin and squeezes his legs around Speedwagon tighter. They part again and Tsukikage laughs, warm and bubbly, as light as his heart feels currently.]

Let's take care of that. I do not want to mess your clothes up more than I have to. [He begins to undo the buttons with his long, deft fingers, carefully pushing the buttons through and freeing Speedwagon of his vest. Then his shirt.] You are warm. It's nice.

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uh NSFW warning i guess from here on out

Probably a safe bet

this is where i'd put a maskless face... IF I HAD ONE

IF YOU HAD OOOOONE

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