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[leonheartedly]

[oh.

His fingers tighten in his hair, briefly]

Is all of your research going to be like this?

[afineknight]

I'll take notes, of course.

[ under his collar, nbd. ]

[leonheartedly]

[the hand tangled in his jacket moves to try and fumble at the zipper, he wants in]

After your thorough examination?

[afineknight]

Very thorough.

[ hmmm, he's not making this easy though. partially being a tease, partially trying to see what he'll do. ]

[leonheartedly]

[he makes a faint, frustrated noise and just grows some vines from his hand instead to get into his jacket instead.

(it's dawned on him by now that maybe this is something Crois wants, congrats on finally catching up, Tyr)]

[afineknight]

[ yessss, yeeeeessss! this is exciting. he's so pleased. and at his throat. ]

[leonheartedly]

[he can be a tease, too; those vines are teasing at the buttons and collar of his shirt, but not getting into his shirt just yet]

[afineknight]

[ He may let out a muffled laugh against Tyr's neck. ]

[leonheartedly]

[he grins, tugging at his hair]

Hope you aren't ticklish.

[afineknight]

Oh nooooo, how terrible.

[ he doesn't sound concerned at all.

in fact, he sounds delighted. ]

[leonheartedly]

[Tyr laughs a little as the vines creep into Crois' shirt, maybe purposely touching light enough to tickle, if he is ticklish]

You're shameless.

[he's into it]

[afineknight]

[ He laughs a bit more because he is, a bit. ]

I am, it's true.

[leonheartedly]

Hmm. [oh look, something to exploit.

Some other vines might be slowly climbing their way down his arms, don't worry about it]

[afineknight]

Hmm, you're getting the hang of this, aren't you?

[leonheartedly]

[he laughs a little, letting his head thunk back against the door]

Mmhm. You're making it very hard to concentrate on it, though.

[afineknight]

That's part of the experiment.

[ slowly. starting to move back up his neck. ]

[leonheartedly]

[those vines briefly loosen, going still as he sucks in a breath. Then they continue, down to circle his wrists. Tyr might have something in mind]

You - really are being thorough.

[afineknight]

You say that as though you aren't.

[ hmmm. ]

[leonheartedly]

Oh, you want me to be thorough?

[afineknight]

I want you— mmm — to do whatever you — mphh — are comfortable with.

[ he nips at his chin at that. ]

[leonheartedly]

I do want to help you get - fuck, get as much data as you can.

[the vines give a little tug at his wrists, almost like he's asking permission]

[afineknight]

[ He gives a little grunt to consent. hell yeah. ]

[leonheartedly]

[in retrospect, maybe the chains weren't so bad.

He switches their positions, shoving Crois against the wall while the vines tug his arms up, over his head. Tight enough to hold them there, but easy to get free of. You know, if he wants to.

Tyr gives him a quick, amused smirk before leaning in to kiss him, hard]

[afineknight]

[ god this is SO HOT i think i'm in love.

he does not, in fact, want to get free and kisses back just as intensely. ]

[leonheartedly]

[oh look at that, he can get Crois' jacket open the normal way now, which he does before pressing closer. The vines resume their teasing underneath his shirt]