restraining.
to be human.
Kasuka Heiwajima.
Or Yuuhei Hanejima, if you prefer.
[ independent drrr!! roleplay blog. #xhumanise ]
“Are we far away from your house?” He asks while walking with him. He was a little bit tired from working and his legs were weak. He just wanted to arrive and know Kasuka’s house. He was feeling observed. He didn’t know if it was because of Kasuka, ‘cause he was an actor so everybody knew him, or if it was 'cause of his slutty clothes.
“I own an apartment not far from here,” More like a whole block of apartments, privacy reasons to take into account and all. Kasuka guides the other through the streets carefully, making sure that Blue was still beside him at all times and keeping an eye out for the more unsavoury kind of people (read: paparazzi).
Blue smiles and squeezes the actor. He liked him. kasuka wasn’t the typical guy who wanted sex. At least he didn’t seem to be and he was talking to Blue about life, family and work like normal people. Blue tries to kiss him anyway ‘cause he didn’t know other way to express affection.
It’s nice, he thinks, to be able to have pudding with someone else. There’s never usually anyone else around, all things considered. And when Blue leans up, Kasuka’s head tilts just so, and the kiss is on his cheek. The actor raises a hand and places it on top of the other’s hair, ruffling the blue locks contentedly instead.
“Awh…that’s cute...” He smiles sadly. He would like his brothers were like his. “And you’re like…rich…or something like that? I mean…you’re famous, right?“ Blue hugs the actor.
Kasuka hums his agreement, wondering if his brother beating up a scout was really that cute. ”You could say that,“ Enough to buy his brother various different gifts, at least. ”I suppose.“
“Yes, of course…who doesn’t?” Kisses his cheek and smiles. “And how did you become an actor?” Amused, walking with him.
“I see,” Well, at least Blue was doing something he enjoyed. Kasuka wouldn’t fault him for that. “My brother beat up a talent scout, so he scouted me instead.”
“An actor? That’s so cool!“ He plays with kasuka’s hair. ”I’m a student…but school is really boring…in my free time I charge for sex…I like going out and I get along with my brothers“ He pouts. ”How’s being an actor?“ He was curious.
Kasuka nods, and it seems to be all he’s doing around Blue. ”Do you enjoy having sex?“ He wonders, since it seems to be a replacement for the boring school the other doesn’t like. ”It’s fine. A lot of fun, and a good way of expression.“
He looks at kasuka and then smiles. “So, tell me about yourself“ He caresses his hand and tries to lick his neck. ”You seem to be shy…I like it…but I want to know a little bit about you“ Blue whispers.
”.. I’m an actor. I like pudding and my brother and cats. I have a lot of different hobbies,“What else was there to say? It wasn’t as though he spoke about himself often. ”Tell me about yourself as well?“
“Oh…eh….Okay“ He fakes a smile. ”At your hourse, then?“ He grabs kasuka’s hand, anyway.
After that, Kasuka doesn’t fight the grip on his hand, though doesn’t return it either. ”Okay,“ he says, barely thinking twice because pudding. ”I think I have some left..“
“Pudding?…Oh…Right, like… You want to put it on my body and eat from it?“ Plays with his own hair, innocently. ”It’s sexy, I like it…”
Put it on his body..? That would just be a waste of pudding. “No.. I just meant to eat. Pudding is nice, and it’s always fun to eat.”
“Well, ‘cause you look young and cute…“ Grabs his hand. ”C’mon, tell me your age and if your busy right now. Maybe we can have fun if you’re free“ He places kasuka’s hand in his ass.
”I’m twenty-one,“ Almost reluctantly, he parts with his age, idly wondering what it was this person really wanted from him. Quickly, he removes his hand from the other’s hold, saying, ”.. do you mean going to get pudding?“
“What’s your name? How old are you?“ He whispers on Kasuka’s neck. ”Are you busy right now?“ Blue licks his ear.
”Kasuka. Why do you want to know my age?“ Though the actor doesn’t frown, or react much at all, he does step away from the other in an attempt to keep his personal space. ”… why?“