[ He does so pride himself on keeping his disguises in place, and he would be quick to say he's good at it - at causing those around him to second guess themselves. Nonetheless, he's been transported here without his permission. Just plucked up from his empire, his world where he controls nearly everything. And now he's gotten himself somehow here, and needless to say, he's not the most pleased person in the world. ]
Do I?
[ His head inclines slightly, lips curling into what appears to be an interested look, eying him closely as he advances closer towards him. He's watching him, gazing over the man's scarred face, watching as the younger, thinner man comes in close, a hair's breadth away, and Jim feels his own face growing hot. Surprised.
Almost, at least.
Flint-coloured eyes drop down to Mello's hand that slips down his waist, sliding over cloth, pressing onto his backside. Jim responds in kind then, drawing forward and gripping the slender man by the waist, pulling him in quick, other hand grabbing at Mello's wrist and pulling that hand away. Gripping tight, not wishing to allow the man the chance to pull away. ]
Playing hard to get, oh, well then. [ His Irish-accented tone is airy, nearly playful. ] If I'd known that, I would've been more inclined to pursue you. [ He's gazing down at the man, simply holding onto his wrist, lips wide as he drops those dark eyes down the length of the other man's body. ]
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Do I?
[ His head inclines slightly, lips curling into what appears to be an interested look, eying him closely as he advances closer towards him. He's watching him, gazing over the man's scarred face, watching as the younger, thinner man comes in close, a hair's breadth away, and Jim feels his own face growing hot. Surprised.
Almost, at least.
Flint-coloured eyes drop down to Mello's hand that slips down his waist, sliding over cloth, pressing onto his backside. Jim responds in kind then, drawing forward and gripping the slender man by the waist, pulling him in quick, other hand grabbing at Mello's wrist and pulling that hand away. Gripping tight, not wishing to allow the man the chance to pull away. ]
Playing hard to get, oh, well then. [ His Irish-accented tone is airy, nearly playful. ] If I'd known that, I would've been more inclined to pursue you. [ He's gazing down at the man, simply holding onto his wrist, lips wide as he drops those dark eyes down the length of the other man's body. ]