[ Where did older Gintoki go wrong? To lose this valuable rebellious punk confidence, goodness.
It's definitely not a bad feeling and even a bit disappointing when that hand moves away despite suggestive implication for something better.
Masamune also doesn't have a clue what he's thinking or noticed the blush-- or, if he does, he makes no hint of such things. (Which, is too bad, almost, because what a tsundere teentoki is being right now.)
Regardless, he makes an exaggerated sigh, letting his hands drop from Gintoki's hair, sliding hands down to undo any sash that is holding the other's clothes closed. ] You just do what you want, huh?
[ Masamune grins, then, a bit more excited as he brings his hands up to hold Gintoki's face, bringing his head forward to press their foreheads together in a challenging manner. One hand still holds the sash-tie from Gintoki's clothes, but for the moment he doesn't quite yet make a move to take advantage of it. He will, though. ]
Okay, then. So you're saying a demon can get a dragon to yield to them? [ That he just has to deal and accept the situation whether he wants to or not?
Interesting. ] I'm skeptical.
[ Challenges are things truly irresistible to the young clan leader. Whether Gintoki's into them or not unfortunately won't matter. Even with alcohol in his system, a challenge is a challenge is a challenge. He definitely can't see much difference between fighting and fucking over the general high the physical intensities of each gives him. ]
Show me.
[ or he is going to reverse the tables on the punk rebel samurai antagonizing him with such bad behavior. He's going to break that away that uninterested expression of a mask one way or another, and he doesn't have issue with how he does it.
(By the way, he'll be going for his top now as originally intended-- before he felt a need to interrupt himself.) ]
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It's definitely not a bad feeling and even a bit disappointing when that hand moves away despite suggestive implication for something better.
Masamune also doesn't have a clue what he's thinking or noticed the blush-- or, if he does, he makes no hint of such things. (Which, is too bad, almost, because what a tsundere teentoki is being right now.)
Regardless, he makes an exaggerated sigh, letting his hands drop from Gintoki's hair, sliding hands down to undo any sash that is holding the other's clothes closed. ] You just do what you want, huh?
[ Masamune grins, then, a bit more excited as he brings his hands up to hold Gintoki's face, bringing his head forward to press their foreheads together in a challenging manner. One hand still holds the sash-tie from Gintoki's clothes, but for the moment he doesn't quite yet make a move to take advantage of it. He will, though. ]
Okay, then. So you're saying a demon can get a dragon to yield to them? [ That he just has to deal and accept the situation whether he wants to or not?
Interesting. ] I'm skeptical.
[ Challenges are things truly irresistible to the young clan leader. Whether Gintoki's into them or not unfortunately won't matter. Even with alcohol in his system, a challenge is a challenge is a challenge. He definitely can't see much difference between fighting and fucking over the general
high the physical intensities of each gives him. ]
Show me.
[ or he is going to reverse the tables on the punk rebel samurai antagonizing him with such bad behavior. He's going to break that away that uninterested expression of a mask one way or another, and he doesn't have issue with how he does it.
(By the way, he'll be going for his top now as originally intended-- before he felt a need to interrupt himself.) ]