A deal is a deal, then. The walk back to base is a long one, considering the type of meal that Toji got from Tezca. Maybe he could change up the scenery with, say, a specific kind of hotel, but he's too thrifty for something like that. Back to base it is, and Toji hasn't paid too much attention to the fact that Tezca is also in the Brimstone wing. It's raining, slightly, but Toji doesn't particularly mind being in the rain. His heightened senses feel a lot more than just light drops on his skin-- it feels amplified, he can hear the rain hitting his body-- Tezca's body. The distant sounds of the city are louder to him, but this is just how he's known most of his life from his Heavenly Restriction; an ability that allows him to surpass normal human strength and normal human senses.
His hand settles on the small of Tezca's back as they walk. ]
You know, I really dislike gods.
[ pretty sure he said this before to Tezca last time he was here, but.. y'know, he can't remember shit. ]
[ Honestly? Tezcatlipoca is still shocked that this worked out.
It’s not like he hadn’t taken Toji seriously—the tilt of the texts was pretty unmistakable—but, hell, he doesn’t know. He figured he’d get ghosted or that the guy would dine and dash. He wouldn’t even be that mad about either case, since it’d be pretty funny. And a few days earlier, he probably would have ended up turning down the after-dinner recreation anyway. It’s not out of any sense of exclusivity or anything like that, but just his own whims.
Now, though? Yeah. He could do with some distraction.
So, though he’d half-heartedly complained a few minutes ago about it starting to rain, it’s not bad now. It’s hot enough at this time of the year that he doesn’t tend to wear his coat, so the cooler rain feels pleasant, especially once he pulls his hair up into a loose bun so that it doesn’t become totally soaked. His day is looking up from the frankly embarrassing way it started, especially when Toji hits him with a hell of a pick-up line. ]
That so?
[ Tezcatlipoca laughs and tosses him a cheeky, almost challenging smirk. ]
You just tellin’ me that as a “by the way” or you changing your mind about me?
[ It’s joking, of course. From that hand resting comfortably on his back, he doesn’t think he’s suddenly developed a personal distaste. ]
Can’t say you’re alone, at least. Plenty of godless fuckers in these parts.
[ Toji could have done that, but he likes having sex, so if someone is going to take him up on it, he’s going to oblige. Maybe he will get something else out of it too.
Whatever world that Tezca comes from— it must be different than the gods from Toji’s world, but it doesn’t particularly matter to him. A god is a god and he doesn’t like the idea of them; the only person Toji can put his faith in is himself, and when you were abused by your clan daily in your childhood into adulthood, you distrust everyone. Especially god or gods.
Toji stood for a moment, turning in slightly to Tezca. His free hand comes around, palm facing him, and catches under his jawline, holding him secure. If Tezca was expecting him to not be as forward as he is in his texting, Tezca is wrong. He dips down, speaking into his ear. ]
How you behave in bed could sway me to like you assholes a little more.
[ His hand from the small of his back shifts to his front, feeling along his abdomen, curious. ]
Are you going to exhaust me?
[ This guy seems like he could brat out, which is.. excellent, actually. ]
[ There's a little flash of sharpness in Tezcatlipoca's eyes when Toji grabs his jaw. It's a dangerous look, like Tezcatlipoca is half-considering fighting back, but. With how his smile reaches to his eyes more, that's clearly not the case. ]
Ha—
[ He huffs out a laugh that's cocky, but he also feels like his ears could be burning with how Toji speaks into it. He's often the one taking the lead, so being on the opposite side of the equation is thrilling and makes him just a little bit flustered. Secretly. Good thing he's a trickster god, aka a god of bullshitting.
So, he grabs the front of Toji's shirt in return by balling it into a fist. It pulls him closer, since even if he's much more slight than Toji (who isn't, to be fair), he's still strong. That's evident underneath his touch too, since his abs are just as defined. ]
[ They haven’t even made it back to base yet, but Toji loves bedroom talking. There was no harm in seeing further how they bounce off of one another. He loves a bedroom banter. Though, he also loves sex and loves pleasing his partner, despite being greedy himself. Needless to say, Toji starts the kissing first, right in between Tezca’s jawline and ear lobe, dragging his teeth along the surface of his skin. Just a slight taste; he can’t resist. ]
Please. You gods are all the same. All you want to do is be worshipped.
[ He pulls back, sharp green eyes watching as he resumes walking, keeping his hand on the other man’s waist to lead him back to base.]
[ Since Tezcatlipoca smokes (he's sure to have had one or two in their outing, after all), you'd expect him to smell like cigarettes and nothing else. And as Toji leans in against his skin, there's that smell, true, but it's not just that smoke. The smell of cheap tobacco mixes with much more pleasant notes—a campfire, piney copal. He is the god of smoke, after all, so it's reflected even in subtle things like this.
The drag of teeth against his skin makes him hum out a low, pleased note. He wants more of that, but he also wants to return it. It's like instinct to want to bite back just for the thrill of it, but.
They're in public, at least for a few more minutes.
Tezcatlipoca holds onto his shirt for a moment as he pulls away. Intense green meets intense blue, and the sharpness is definitely flirtatious. At least to the two of them, anyways. Most others probably wouldn't agree. ]
You bet we do.
[ He confirms Toji's suspicion with a smile as he releases him, then laughs as they fall back into a natural pace. ]
—But, sure. Well, more accurately, you'll get a different answer from different gods, but me personally? I've always liked takin' a more casual approach.
[ ...And more than that, but. Now doesn't feel like the time to get into that, so. He goes with another sly smile. ]
Lucky you. Otherwise fucking a god would be sacrilege worth smiting, yeah?
[ He can definitely pick up on that subtle scent, cigarette smoke aside, but it doesn’t bother him. Not one bit. ]
Hope you can change my mind.
[ Inside the base they go, and Toji hasn’t realized they are in the same wing, but Tezca will see that the walk is familiar, other than the fact they pass his room and head to Toji’s. ]
Who knows, maybe you’ll convert me.
[ as if this broke ass man has any offering.. other than his magnificent cock.
The door opens, there’s a residual scent of blood in the air. In Tezca can detect objects that are cursed or any sort of negative energy, it’s coming from a small table where he was cleaning weapons. He seems like he would be someone who drinks too, but there’s nothing like that lying around. There’s a pet bed, though, nothing on it at the moment, some take out boxes and some trash.
As soon as the door closes though, he pushes Tezca against one of the walls and dips down to kiss him roughly and wordlessly, immediately beginning to peel off his own damp shirt. Tezca commented on his body, so it’s time to show it off. ]
[ Tezcatlipoca laughs in response, since he doubts that. If there's one thing he's found about his fellow Outsiders, it's that if they don't come in with some faith, somehow meeting gods doesn't change that. It's honestly almost impressive.
It's an easy topic to let go, though, since as soon as they step into Toji's room, his nosy curiosity takes over. A bit literally, in fact, since that scent of blood is what sticks out to him the most. It's something natural to him, as their shared meal would have proved, but it's still interesting to have it present here.
It's not like he really gets a chance to look, though.
There's a little surprise on Tezcatlipoca's face as Toji pushes him back, but it's quick to turn into that same, sharply excited grin. He's not used to getting pushed around, and that's clear. No one dares, obviously, and so, no wonder he likes it.
He meets Toji's kiss greedily with another huff of a laugh, but it's very quickly swallowed up. The roughness of this is very much to his taste, so he's also eager for more. He doesn't help with the shirt, since that would just complicate things, but he immediately reaches out to run his hands against Toji's skin once it's exposed.
...And. It's not like the picture left much to the imagination, but it's still another thing to feel it for himself. This dude is jacked to a ridiculous degree?! Not that he's complaining, of course, since it's hot as hell, but it's damn impressive. ]
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A deal is a deal, then. The walk back to base is a long one, considering the type of meal that Toji got from Tezca. Maybe he could change up the scenery with, say, a specific kind of hotel, but he's too thrifty for something like that. Back to base it is, and Toji hasn't paid too much attention to the fact that Tezca is also in the Brimstone wing. It's raining, slightly, but Toji doesn't particularly mind being in the rain. His heightened senses feel a lot more than just light drops on his skin-- it feels amplified, he can hear the rain hitting his body-- Tezca's body. The distant sounds of the city are louder to him, but this is just how he's known most of his life from his Heavenly Restriction; an ability that allows him to surpass normal human strength and normal human senses.
His hand settles on the small of Tezca's back as they walk. ]
You know, I really dislike gods.
[ pretty sure he said this before to Tezca last time he was here, but.. y'know, he can't remember shit. ]
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It’s not like he hadn’t taken Toji seriously—the tilt of the texts was pretty unmistakable—but, hell, he doesn’t know. He figured he’d get ghosted or that the guy would dine and dash. He wouldn’t even be that mad about either case, since it’d be pretty funny. And a few days earlier, he probably would have ended up turning down the after-dinner recreation anyway. It’s not out of any sense of exclusivity or anything like that, but just his own whims.
Now, though? Yeah. He could do with some distraction.
So, though he’d half-heartedly complained a few minutes ago about it starting to rain, it’s not bad now. It’s hot enough at this time of the year that he doesn’t tend to wear his coat, so the cooler rain feels pleasant, especially once he pulls his hair up into a loose bun so that it doesn’t become totally soaked. His day is looking up from the frankly embarrassing way it started, especially when Toji hits him with a hell of a pick-up line. ]
That so?
[ Tezcatlipoca laughs and tosses him a cheeky, almost challenging smirk. ]
You just tellin’ me that as a “by the way” or you changing your mind about me?
[ It’s joking, of course. From that hand resting comfortably on his back, he doesn’t think he’s suddenly developed a personal distaste. ]
Can’t say you’re alone, at least. Plenty of godless fuckers in these parts.
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[ Toji could have done that, but he likes having sex, so if someone is going to take him up on it, he’s going to oblige. Maybe he will get something else out of it too.
Whatever world that Tezca comes from— it must be different than the gods from Toji’s world, but it doesn’t particularly matter to him. A god is a god and he doesn’t like the idea of them; the only person Toji can put his faith in is himself, and when you were abused by your clan daily in your childhood into adulthood, you distrust everyone. Especially god or gods.
Toji stood for a moment, turning in slightly to Tezca. His free hand comes around, palm facing him, and catches under his jawline, holding him secure. If Tezca was expecting him to not be as forward as he is in his texting, Tezca is wrong. He dips down, speaking into his ear. ]
How you behave in bed could sway me to like you assholes a little more.
[ His hand from the small of his back shifts to his front, feeling along his abdomen, curious. ]
Are you going to exhaust me?
[ This guy seems like he could brat out, which is.. excellent, actually. ]
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Ha—
[ He huffs out a laugh that's cocky, but he also feels like his ears could be burning with how Toji speaks into it. He's often the one taking the lead, so being on the opposite side of the equation is thrilling and makes him just a little bit flustered. Secretly. Good thing he's a trickster god, aka a god of bullshitting.
So, he grabs the front of Toji's shirt in return by balling it into a fist. It pulls him closer, since even if he's much more slight than Toji (who isn't, to be fair), he's still strong. That's evident underneath his touch too, since his abs are just as defined. ]
Sure. If you can keep me entertained, anyways.
[ So. Yes. A brat. ]
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Please. You gods are all the same. All you want to do is be worshipped.
[ He pulls back, sharp green eyes watching as he resumes walking, keeping his hand on the other man’s waist to lead him back to base.]
Doesn’t that ever get old?
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The drag of teeth against his skin makes him hum out a low, pleased note. He wants more of that, but he also wants to return it. It's like instinct to want to bite back just for the thrill of it, but.
They're in public, at least for a few more minutes.
Tezcatlipoca holds onto his shirt for a moment as he pulls away. Intense green meets intense blue, and the sharpness is definitely flirtatious. At least to the two of them, anyways. Most others probably wouldn't agree. ]
You bet we do.
[ He confirms Toji's suspicion with a smile as he releases him, then laughs as they fall back into a natural pace. ]
—But, sure. Well, more accurately, you'll get a different answer from different gods, but me personally? I've always liked takin' a more casual approach.
[ ...And more than that, but. Now doesn't feel like the time to get into that, so. He goes with another sly smile. ]
Lucky you. Otherwise fucking a god would be sacrilege worth smiting, yeah?
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Hope you can change my mind.
[ Inside the base they go, and Toji hasn’t realized they are in the same wing, but Tezca will see that the walk is familiar, other than the fact they pass his room and head to Toji’s. ]
Who knows, maybe you’ll convert me.
[ as if this broke ass man has any offering.. other than his magnificent cock.
The door opens, there’s a residual scent of blood in the air. In Tezca can detect objects that are cursed or any sort of negative energy, it’s coming from a small table where he was cleaning weapons. He seems like he would be someone who drinks too, but there’s nothing like that lying around. There’s a pet bed, though, nothing on it at the moment, some take out boxes and some trash.
As soon as the door closes though, he pushes Tezca against one of the walls and dips down to kiss him roughly and wordlessly, immediately beginning to peel off his own damp shirt. Tezca commented on his body, so it’s time to show it off. ]
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It's an easy topic to let go, though, since as soon as they step into Toji's room, his nosy curiosity takes over. A bit literally, in fact, since that scent of blood is what sticks out to him the most. It's something natural to him, as their shared meal would have proved, but it's still interesting to have it present here.
It's not like he really gets a chance to look, though.
There's a little surprise on Tezcatlipoca's face as Toji pushes him back, but it's quick to turn into that same, sharply excited grin. He's not used to getting pushed around, and that's clear. No one dares, obviously, and so, no wonder he likes it.
He meets Toji's kiss greedily with another huff of a laugh, but it's very quickly swallowed up. The roughness of this is very much to his taste, so he's also eager for more. He doesn't help with the shirt, since that would just complicate things, but he immediately reaches out to run his hands against Toji's skin once it's exposed.
...And. It's not like the picture left much to the imagination, but it's still another thing to feel it for himself. This dude is jacked to a ridiculous degree?! Not that he's complaining, of course, since it's hot as hell, but it's damn impressive. ]