[Log] Hands All Over Who: Kamizuki Izumo, Shiranui Genma, Balfour Vallet When: October 10th Where: Genma and Izumo’s room! What: Genma and Izumo are up to some of their kind of teasing....and along comes Balfour. The poor man has no idea what he’s walked into. Warnings: Izumo&Genma, snogging, heavy flirting Open or Closed: Closed Observable: No
Put your hands all over me Please walk with me, walk with me Tell me everything’s gonna be alright Put your hands all over me Please talk to me, talk to me Love is a game, you say, play me and put me away --“Hands All Over,” by Maroon 5
Izumo yawned, rolled over, and started stretching.
His myriad of brightly-coloured pillows shifted, one neon specimen rolling off the bed. Izumo ignored it and kept stretching, a process that involved many positions that made him look distressingly boneless. Izumo believed in stretching thoroughly. That took some time.
Feet clad in fuzzy pale-green socks paddled the air, and Izumo rolled onto his stomach again. Wearing loose blue plaid flannel pants and a brown sweatshirt about two sizes too big, he lounged amidst his nest of blankets and pillows and considered getting up. He was nicely warm and drowsy and had nothing to do today at all.
Life, Genma mused, was not fair. For instance, at the moment he was trying very hard to focus on a drawing he’d been doing. And normally art was something that held his attention quite well, but there was something very distracting in the room with him. That “something” happened to be his roommate.
Living with Izumo was actually awesome in a lot of ways. It meant feeling safer, to some extent, despite the fact that before he’d come to this world, he wouldn’t have put Izumo on the top of his people he trusted list or anything. The man would have been on it though, and now that he was among strangers, Izumo was at the top.
That wasn’t what he was thinking about that was distracting him though.
No, what he was thinking about was how Izumo moved as if he could possibly wrangle himself into just about any position the human body was even vaguely capable of. What he was thinking about was the comfortable drowsy look on Izumo’s face, and the glint of metal when he yawned. Genma could imagine all kinds of lovely scenarios in which that tongue piercing could make his life interesting.
That is, if he actually indulged, and he had no intention to do so.
But he could certainly play, and he did just that, setting his sketchpad aside and moving toward his roommate, dressed in nothing but sleep pants and one of his bandannas, his scarred chest shamelessly bare.
He picked up the pillow that had just fallen off the bed and dropped it onto Izumo. “Do you always make such a production of waking up?” he teased.
Izumo scooped the pillow up and tossed it back, making a point to arch his back sharply, supporting himself on one arm. “Yes. Stretching should be done right,” he retorted, but smiling. Genma was surprisingly easy to live with - they didn’t bother one another’s things, they set traps back and forth, and so far all the pranks had been nicely harmless. Plus, the flirting. Izumo enjoyed the game of it immensely; Genma knew the rules and played it just right and with such a flair, too! It was so much fun.
“You’re just jealous, old man,” he added, and smiled winsomely, before arching his back further and bending his legs at the knees. He promptly put his socked toes on his collarbones.
‘Jealous of a pretzel?” Genma asked, eyeing Izumo with his best nonchalant look. He was very good at nonchalant, even better at bored and lazy. He didn’t quite manage bored at the moment though, and his lips twitched a little, like he might smile.
He wasn’t, for the moment, holding a senbon in his mouth.
Of course, the particular pose Izumo was holding could have been even more interesting if the man were wearing fewer clothes, but it was plenty suggestive as it was, and if Genma weren’t fairly confident about his own body he might have felt a little jealous. He could not get into quite that position himself, because he had those inconvenient things called joints that only bent in one direction and those bones that supported his body.
He didn’t have to be able to do it to indulge in fantasies about what other people could do with it though.
He settled himself onto the edge of Izumo’s bed, then gave him a long look, and let the smile that was trying to happen on his face do so, a slow lazy smile. “Not jealous. Though I might decide to eat you up.”
“Oh, is my stretching tempting you?” Izumo asked, sweetly innocent, and uncurled in a lithe boneless wriggle. He rolled on his side and curled around a pillow. “I’ll try to give you a better show next time.” He grinned wickedly. Oh this was so much fun!
Genma raised an eyebrow, reached out to play a hand against Izumo’s side, watching the movement as if he weren’t really in control of it. He put on his best thoughtful look as he drew his feet up under him on the bed.
“You mean this wasn’t meant to be a show? You’re just naturally so incredibly sexy all the time, without any audience at all?” He shook his head a little. “Must be hard to be you. Going to spontaneously combust someday with that much hotness.”
“Oh, no, if I’d been putting on a show....” Izumo grinned and reached up to run a hand over Genma’s, drawing idle designs up his wrist. “Well, there’d be a lot more skin involved for one....for another, I’d be showing you just how I can hook both knees over my shoulders....”
Which was actually not easy to learn, but Izumo had learned it young just to tie himself in knots. It hadn’t been until he’d gotten older that he’d figured out how useful it could be. And damn if it didn’t impress, too, though he’d had some lovers be more than a little freaked out by it. Most got over it with some coaxing, but Izumo didn’t think Genma would be one of those at all.
“I think a combination of those two things would make an excellent show,” Genma said. He leaned in from his kneeling position, draping himself over the pillow Izumo was curled around, his expression curious.
“Lots of skin and a feat of flexibility. For entertainment purposes only. Though of course, I might think it was some kind of trick. You might have to let me have a good long look - and maybe a touch - just to be sure you’re not genjutsu’ing me into believing you or something.”
“Genma, Genma, would I do that to you?” Izumo chastised, smiling. He might and they both knew it but that wasn’t the point. He shifted a little, adjusting the way Genma’s weight lay over him. “Besides, why would I lie when the truth is so much more fun?” He grinned shamelessly, and wriggled his toes happily.
“Izumo-kun, I don’t believe there’s anything you couldn’t do to me,” Genma said, playfully. He gave in to an urge to let his weight press down against Izumo, not taking care to hold himself off him as he might have with someone else.
He leaned in a little closer and brushed his lips against the edge of that grin.
Izumo huffed under the sudden weight and wriggled, squirming his way free sharply. Not panicked, no, but he didn’t trust himself to stay there and not panic. “Wow, you’re heavy!” he whined, now only his legs stuck under Genma.
Genma knew that wasn’t why Izumo had moved, but he wasn’t about to say that. He knew the score well enough. And while his knowledge of Izumo’s particular issues wasn’t anywhere near complete, he could guess well enough.
He rolled his eyes and propped himself up on one elbow, leaving his weight over Izumo’s legs almost stubbornly.
“So you can tie yourself up in knots, but not handle a real man’s weight? Sad, so sad. Maybe you wouldn’t be able to satisfy all my desires after all. I might just lose interest.”
“Not when you’re squashing me flat and doing your best to put a hip through my spleen, bastard,” Izumo retorted, pushing at Genma to see if he’d drop flat again. Legs were okay. Trapping Izumo in a curl around a pillow? Not okay. There were limits.
Genma dutifully dropped onto the bed again, rolled his eyes a little. “Wimp,” he said, cheerfully enough. Of course, he didn’t honestly think so, but that was beside the point.
“Though I guess when you’re that sexy it’s okay. Now if all your bits and pieces are okay, what do I have to do to get that smile back? I kind of like it.”
Izumo laughed. “The one where I’m smug as hell or the one where I’m promising to do wicked things to your bare naked body?” he teased, leaning over and winding his fingers into Genma’s hair. He tugged lightly, playfully.
“You mean they’re different ones?” Genma asked, letting his head move a little with the slight tug. He slipped his own hand out, slipped it to the edge of the big sweatshirt that Izumo was wearing, and then played his fingers beneath, seeking skin.
“I rather enjoy the promising to do things to my bare naked body. And how convenient for you, it’s half naked already,” he said, arching his back a little to emphasize the lean muscle of his bare torso.
“Oh, very,” Izumo purred, and obediently danced his fingertips over the taut lines of Genma’s stomach, eyes taking in the delicious play of skin over muscle, light over skin. His fingers skipped over scars, knowing those could be trigger spots instead of pleasurable points. “Mmm, I bet all that poison you play with makes you taste funny.”
Genma gave a nice little gasp at the touch, and it was almost completely honest. He’d been indulging in far more of his own touch than anyone else’s lately. He gave Izumo one of his lazy little smiles.
“You’re going to talk to me about poisons? Though if you’d like to compare funny tastes, you more than welcome to find out.” He tilted his head back a little, much as Izumo had done with him on their first meeting in this world. Inviting, tempting.
“Me? I don’t know anything about poisons,” Izumo retorted. It was a lie and they both knew it, but Izumo didn’t care. Some token gestures had to be made. He chuckled and dragged a single finger down the ladder-run of Genma’s ribs.
Then he ducked his head and laid a hot, open-mouthed kiss right over the throbbing pulse in Genma’s bared throat.
“You are completely innocent of all such underhanded methods, I’m sure,” Genma said, dryly. Then he was utterly distracted by the feel of the mouth at his throat, and he shifted a little again, turning enough to hook his leg against Izumo’s instead of just lying across them.
He flexed again, the kind of slow sinuous movement Izumo had been making himself, if perhaps a tiny bit less flexibly. His fingers slipped over Izumo’s skin beneath the shirt, his nails making light playful scratches.
Just a little play, that was all. But it felt nice, very nice, as the slight hint of adrenaline slid through him at how vulnerable his position was.
Izumo nudged the metal collar down with his chin in a motion that had become quite practised, sucking then nipping at the tender flesh of Genma’s neck, hand now pressed flat over the other man’s navel, automatically shifting closer to the lithe lean flex of Genma’s body. Skin and heat and want and need and Izumo loved at. Oh the teasing, the promise, the knowledge that this was as far as it would ever go. Safe.
Genma gave in to the feeling, and let Izumo play for a moment before sliding his arm around him, shifting to be sure he wasn’t trapping him anymore. His movements were slow and languid, and he tugged, trying to slide Izumo over him properly.
After all, then he could give pleasurable little wiggles and arches under the other man’s body, and he didn’t have Izumo’s problem with being trapped. At least not with friends.
“So, do I taste funny?” he asked, even as he moved.
Izumo shifted, pulled a leg free, and straddled Genma. He licked his lips and put on a considering expression, face only a foot away from Genma’s. “Hmm. Interesting. I think....”
He spread his hands over Genma’s shoulders, not pressing, just touching. “I think...I’ll have to have another taste to decide.” He grinned wickedly.
Genma put on a thoughtful look, arched, and settled a hand on Izumo’s hip.
“Well. I suppose I might be willing to let you have another taste. For the sake of your curiosity, of course.”
A grin slid over his own face, and his eyes sparkled with amusement up at Izumo. The fact that there was real heat in his gaze as well wasn’t something he bothered trying to hide, and he licked his lips, curious as to where Izumo was going.
“Oh, definitely,” Izumo purred, leaning down, for a moment nose-to-nose with Genma, lips barely parted. A hot breath rushed restlessly between them.
Then Izumo licked Genma on the nose.
He reared back laughing uproariously.
The hand still on Izumo’s hip raised off it for a second, and then smacked back down, still playfully lightly. For ninja, anyway.
Genma’s mouth turned down in a frown, though it was obviously one he had to struggle to keep on his face. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to smack Izumo or laugh with him, really.
“That’s it! Your sexy little self is going to have to let me up so I can go take care of this-” and he rolled his hips up against Izumo before continuing. “-by myself, again. I swear, Izumo, you’d better be intending to keep me supplied in lube if you’re going to keep this up.”
He groaned, rolled his hips again as if he possibly intended to attempt to seduce Izumo into doing something about it for him, but then gave the man’s hip another slap and started to roll him off.
Balfour had been about to knock on the door, dressed in a button down and jeans--his ‘clubbing’ attire--when he heard Genma’s voice saying...well, that. He frowned, trying to make heads or tails of it, then shook his head and knocked anyway.
Well, whatever he would have been interrupting a few seconds ago was probably over by now.
Izumo rolled off bonelessly, still laughing, rich and deep and honest. He tossed his head back, hair swinging, dark eyes glittering. “You sure you trust me to get you lube after the bedsheets incident?” he demanded.
The knock made him stop laughing, head twisting around to stare at the door. He blinked, rearranged his face into a smile almost obviously false after the laughter, and went to answer the door.
“Oh! Balfour! Perfect timing!” Izumo beamed, pulled Balfour in, and kicked the door shut behind them. He rose on tiptoes and kissed Balfour in eager greeting...just to get to Genma.
“I hate you, Izumo-kun,” Genma said, the corners of his lips twitching. He was lying there half-dressed on Izumo’s bed, his sleep pants showing an obvious bulge and his bandanna abandoned among the pillows. He rolled his eyes, gave a little shift that put him in a slightly more comfortable position, and waved a hand toward Balfour.
No point in pretending that something hadn’t been happening, anyway, despite what he thought about Balfour’s feelings for Izumo.
He gave a little sigh and reached for the bandanna, idly, rolling the fabric around his hand in a lazy fidget. “If you have time when you’re done exploring your guest’s tonsils, toss me a senbon, will ya, Izumo?”
Balfour squeaked when Izumo suddenly dragged him in the room, laughing and briefly returning the kiss before turning to grin and wave at Genma. His grin wasn’t exactly true, but very close to it. He was genuinely happy to see them both, after all, and such things were normal for Izumo.
It was a good thing he really didn’t have any misconceptions about that.
“Izumo...” he said with a pout after just another moment, having caught sight of Genma’s problem. He crossed his arms at him, looking genuinely displeased.
“Teasing is rude.”
“I know,” Izumo declared, cheekily, and grabbed Balfour’s shirt to pull him back down for a good and thorough kiss, pressing close with a sensual writhe, arching up against the taller man. Hey, he could put on a good show and Balfour was delightfully responsive.
Genma sighed, though his eyes didn’t leave them. He hadn’t actually seen them together, though he’d spoken to Balfour about Izumo, and Izumo about Balfour. He was well aware of how Izumo normally operated, but he hadn’t actually watched him all that much.
He had to admit that it was a sexy sight, both of them. He rolled off the bed, figuring since Izumo was obviously busy he’d take care of that request himself, and then slid across to his own space to grab a senbon.
He slid it between his lips, dropped the bandanna into a drawer, and mentally declared himself decent, despite the fact that his scarred torso was still bare.
Balfour utterly groaned at the second kiss, the movement of Izumo’s body against him, and returned it despite the fact that he’d quickly began to blush and was rather uncomfortable with such displays of affection in front of people.
Well, he reasoned as he wound an arm around Izumo’s waist, if they could be intimate in the greenhouse, he could damn well kiss Izumo in front of a mutual friend.
When he broke the kiss, though, he chuckled.
“Geeze, it’s like you actually like kissing me or something,” he declared, wrinkling his nose playfully.
Izumo grinned. “Well, that and other things,” he purred, voice low and husky, delight and desire in his eyes. Playing with Genma was fun, sure, but so was this, and now Izumo had an idea. It was a good one, but it’d take a little convincing... He straightened Balfour’s shirt. “You didn’t have to dress up just for me. You know I like you best naked.”
His grin was unrepentant, before he leaned in and nipped at Balfour’s throat above the metal collar.
Genma raised his eyebrow, then flopped himself down on his own bed. He didn’t bother picking up the drawing he’d been attempting to work on earlier, and he didn’t bother trying to pretend he wasn’t watching.
Hell, they could tell him to get lost if they really wanted.
In the meantime, he adjusted the waistband on his pants, let a slow lazy smile spread over his lips.
“Clothes are always optional here,” he said casually.
“Izumo...” Balfour murmured warningly, his hands reaching to cradle his hips, pulling him away a little bit as he gave him a nervous look.
It was inappropriate, what he was hinting at, and Genma’s words only made him more awkward, face heating even more. He backed away from Izumo and perched on his bed instead, twisting the finger of his left glove.
“Ah, perhaps, but I do quite like mine.” He gave an awkward grin.
Izumo sauntered over to Balfour, smiling, and kissed him on the forehead. Behind his back, one hand beckoned for Genma, sketched scout-sign for an unmistakable message.
-Here.
“Are you gonna be all shy in front of Genma? After what I heard you did with him?” Izumo asked, grinning, and neatly slid himself into Balfour’s lap.
Genma caught the message, considered for a moment, and then shrugged a shoulder. He raised one finger and wagged it in a ‘tut tut’ motion in Izumo’s direction, his smile still lazy and comfortable as he pushed himself up off his bed again.
“Now, Izumo, you’re going to make me sound like a gossip. Besides, Balfour-kun here has been perfectly polite and well-behaved in my company, unlike certain people.”
He settled himself onto Izumo’s bed beside Balfour, sliding out his hand to pat at the man’s shoulder, as if it had been his reason for moving.
A flash of guilt flew through Balfour’s expression when Izumo mentioned his kissing Genma, but then he remembered that Izumo had been teasing Genma and put on a sassy little smirk, winding his arms around Izumo’s waist comfortably.
“So? I kissed him a couple times,” he said with a nearly nonchalant shrug, grinning over at Genma. “You should be proud. I am trying to use what you teach me, after all, and Genma’s so kind that he tells me when I’m doing it right and when I’m doing it wrong.”
“Oh,” Izumo purred, smiling his very widest and wickedest, “I’m very proud.”
He slipped a hand around the back of Balfour’s neck and kissed him, hard and hot and heated, demanding.
Genma had to admit that he was impressed. He hadn’t been sure how Balfour would react, and the fact that he’d not tried to deny it, and even bragged about it, well. That was quite a bit better than Genma had expected.
Izumo’s description of Balfour was proving true.
Genma found himself watching curiously, starting to get a hint where Izumo might be going with this. Or, he thought, this could just be a new and more exciting way of teasing him. Either way, he didn’t mind seeing how it went. He stretched out a long leg, his ankle brushing against Balfour’s.
Balfour gave Izumo an awkward look after pulling out of that next kiss.
“Even still, I’m not, ah, into...exhibition?” he said softly, unsure about what else to call it. His fingers, despite his words, danced along Izumo’s side, just gentle swirling patterns, very similar to what he would have done if they were alone.
He glanced over to Genma, wondering if the man was in on it, but then decided he probably was.
“Well, there’s always a first time for everything,” he said softly, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to Genma’s cheek.
Accepting that it would probably go that way didn’t make things any less awkward, though.
Izumo’s laugh was bright, triumphant, eager. Balfour had just surprised him far beyond any ideas or guesses and it was a sweet thing to see, the self-conscious nervousness faded away into this, a trusting willingness to try out the unfamiliar.
Genma hid his surprise fairly well, he thought. He shifted his senbon out of the way of the kiss, and then slipped a hand up to take it out from between his lips. It disappeared into the sleep pants, down a seam, and he leaned one hand back on the bed, smiling at Balfour.
“Is that all I get? Here I was trying to cover for you and everything too...”
Balfour fought the urge to duck and hide his face in Izumo’s neck like a child, instead giving a shaky sassy smirk right at him.
“Well it’s not my fault that was all I could really reach,” he said, and if his voice shook a bit, well, he hoped they would ignore it, he really did. “Anyway, I didn’t want to chance stabbing my face.”
Izumo chuckled, framed Balfour’s face with both hands, and kissed him again; it was gentler this time, coaxing. He shifted, then rolled his hips against Balfour’s in a lazy move. He pulled away and bent to nibble at Balfour’s neck. “Point, Genma, that’d better not be poisoned.”
Genma smirked and patted the spot where he’d stowed the senbon. “It’s out of the way now. He won’t have to worry about it again unless he tries to take off my pants, which... would surprise me greatly.”
He let his eyes fall nearly closed, watching the two of them under his lowered lids, and gave a soft laugh. “But I wouldn’t mind a real kiss if someone feels brave. I promise there’s no poison. And you do have such a tasty mouth, Balfour.”
Balfour smiled into the kiss that Izumo gave, shuddering slightly, nervous twitches in his hands. No, there would be no bare hands for Izumo today, not if Genma was going to be there, too. When the kiss broke and Izumo began nibbling on his neck, Balfour let out a soft, pleased noise, his head tilting to the side, eyes glazing over.
When Genma mentioned getting a real kiss, Balfour smiled slightly, leaning over carefully for a kiss, trying to not dislodge Izumo with his nibbling.
It felt strange, being between the two. He wasn’t sure he wanted to go through with it all, but kisses and nibbles, those were safe...right?
Izumo waited until there was a good seal of lips on lips.
Then he bit Balfour on the shoulder, getting mostly a mouthful of shirt for his pains. Just enough of a bite to spur on, not anything more aggressive, and certainly not enough to leave more than a few red impressions that would fade in moments.
Nervous as hell, yeah, Izumo could tell, could feel it, and he learned his lovers with as much dedication and intensity as a master musician: he learned to play their bodies for the greatest pleasure he could give them, and Balfour was no exception. In fact, with Balfour having been a virgin beforehand, with no learned responses to anyone else’s hand, Izumo had given him profound attention to figure it all out. Hardier and easier both at once.
And Izumo was going to do his damndest to get just the right response and get Balfour to relax just a little more.
Safe here, fun, and Izumo was pretty sure it’d give Balfour a boost in confidence and maybe help wean him away from depending solely on Izumo for sex and affection.
Genma leaned into the kiss, bracing himself with one hand on the bed while his other hand roamed. It didn’t land on Balfour: no, it rested on Izumo’s back, pressing under his shirt against skin.
Trust him? he signed, even as he did his best to keep some measure of Balfour’s attention, kissing him just as thoroughly and enthusiastically as he had when they were alone.
More so, actually. With Izumo there, his previous discomfort over the fact that he’d just recently met Balfour dissipated quite a bit, though not quite enough to allow to not ask Izumo the question.
Balfour did taste good. And now he tasted slightly different from before, as well. Oh, this was a whole new level of Izumo’s teasing, all right.
Balfour let out a happy sigh at the kiss from Genma, leaning closer, his arm still around Izumo’s waist, tightening slightly to keep him close as well. But then Izumo bit him and he groaned loud and sharp, his whole body shuddering as he leaned harder into Genma’s kiss.
Kisses and nibbles were great...but kisses and nibbles at the same time were heaven, he was realizing.
Izumo slipped a hand to Genma’s thigh.
-Yes.
As far as that went, anyway. Balfour was civilian and not every secret could be shared, but....
The hand Genma had resting on Izumo’s back went flat against it, just touching, once the question had been answered. He knew that his and Izumo’s ways of deciding about certain things were different... but he knew Izumo knew that as well. It was, maybe, enough.
He backed off enough to nibble at Balfour’s lips, amused at how very enthusiastic the young man was being, and then grinned against them.
“Hmm, so he likes biting, does he?” he asked, his eyes sliding to what Izumo was doing. “That’s something I might want to remember.”
Teasing? A little. But he couldn’t say for sure he wouldn’t carry through on something there.
Balfour chuckled softly when Genma mentioned that he liked being bitten, his eyes still somewhat glazed as he nodded.
“I like the shoulders the most,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to Genma’s flesh, this time at the jaw, careful, questioning. He wasn’t sure what was permitted at the moment, so he was testing, trying new things.
The hand that was on Izumo’s waist slipped to his lower back, nudging up under his shirt, pushing him a bit, tugging him closer.
Izumo chuckled, and moved closer, rolling his hips lazily, enjoying the feel of warm hands on bare skin. Genma’s hand was calloused-rough, warm alive and bare, and Balfour’s shielded by the thin kidskin. He nibbled gently at the hollow of Balfour’s neck, twisting a little to get the right angle.
There was something almost like stubbornness in the way Genma’s hand didn’t move when Balfour’s bumped it, but the easy smile on his face didn’t change. He tilted his own head a little, letting Balfour do as he liked, and picked his other hand up off the bed, slipped it up.. and gave a tiny tug at Balfour’s hair.
A little shift to his knees implied that he might be thinking he needed to run away, afterward, but he was laughing too.
“So I know two hotspots and I’ve barely touched you. I think I like this little arrangement,” he teased.
Balfour’s hips hitched slightly to meet the roll of Izumo’s, his chest heaving with the fast breaths he was taking in, smiling a little at the fact that he’d found Genma’s hand. He hooked his pinky over one of the fingers he’d found, a ‘hello’ of sorts, even as he leaned against Genma’s shoulder, grinning at him, at his comment.
“Well, that’s sort of what happens when you’re friends with a total pervert.”
He smirked at Izumo. Yes, he was talking about him.
Balfour was certainly appreciating the time to catch his breath, though.
“Mmmph,” said Izumo, or something like, and with a twist of head and a tug of hand, the first three buttons of Balfour’s shirt came open. Izumo leaned back briefly and grinned at them both. “Hot damn I’m good,” he sang, sweet and wicked, and kissed Balfour cheerily.
Genma shifted further, sliding behind Balfour a little, and let the hand that had been resting on Izumo’s back slide around to his hip... but only after a little tease of his fingers against the gloved ones there.
He squeezed Izumo’s hip a little, playfully, and then dropped his own head to Balfour’s shoulder.
He nosed his way into the opening Izumo had created in the shirt, tugging it back over the shoulder a little, and bit down.
Hard.
If Balfour was going to let him play, he was going to play all right.
Balfour just returned the kiss happily, leaning just as heavily into Izumo’s kiss as he had Genma’s, little pleased noises coming from his lips as he shivered at the nose to his shoulder. And then there was more biting. Balfour broke the kiss, his head going back as he cried out, then shuddering hard.
Oh dear. Well that wasn’t good.
“Can’t a guy get a breath here?” he asked with a little laugh, dropping his head after a moment, trying to think of something, anything, that would get his mind off the sharp sting of teeth, the warmth of the bodies.
He was in trouble.
“Nope. If you breathe, then you think,” Izumo retorted, biting at Balfour’s lower lip. “I want no thinking.” He rolled his hips again - he liked the friction of Balfour’s jeans through his soft flannel sleeping pants. “And I want to hear you make that noise again,” he added.
Genma laughed, his breath against Balfour’s now-reddened skin, against visible tooth marks. He pressed himself closer against Balfour’s back, grinning.
“Thinking is the enemy,” he said, cheerfully enough.
“Thinking is...probably the better option,” he said softly, taking deep breaths and leaning against Genma where he was breathing across sensitized skin. “Just trust me on this.”
He smiled, though, and leaned in for a kiss from Izumo, soft and sweet, drawing it out...and running through formation scenarios for the dragons in his mind.
That should buy him some time.
“Why?” Izumo murmured, against Balfour’s lips. “Why when you make such a pretty, pretty picture kissing Genma?” He drew Balfour’s lower lip between his teeth, tugged. “I like it, you know. Sexy as hell.”
Well so much for settling his body down. Those words gave Balfour quite the happy shiver, his face turning beet-red. He ducked his head, laughing a little bit, completely embarrassed.
Pretty picture? Who knew.
“I’m taking back that hating you bit, Izumo,” Genma said, with some amusement and perhaps a little bit of heat, his lips moving to the back of Balfour’s neck.