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[bandagedfool]

[ Fair enough-- Dazai could respect a man who'd get down to business, without waiting much longer after the door's been shut behind them. Easygoing as could be, the kiss is returned in kind, his hands already wandering.

From his arm resting around Cater's waist to both hands clutching it, to wandering up towards his chest. With how they're standing now, with Dazai's back to the door, Cater's got the upperhand - not that Dazai'd let that last. He pushes the other man, turning the tables to press him against the door instead, shoving a knee between his legs as if to pin him there.

In the same movement, his hands shift, one pressing against the door next to Cater's side, the other coming up to cup his jaw, as carefully as could be. Who would prove victorious for dominance in this make out session? Would Cater submit, or would he fight against it? Regardless, the game's just begun! ]

[caycay]

[Oh-ho, is that how they're playing things? Definitely sounds fun to Cater. He lets loose a breath as he's pressed into the door, but that doesn't mean he breaks the kiss. When faced with whether to try and turn the tables back around or give in to being cornered, Cater chooses option C:

He uses Dazai's shoulders for leverage along with the door at his back and hoists himself upward, climbing up so his legs are wound around the man's waist. Cater pulls back just enough to lets his tongue slide across Dazai's lips, humming pleasantly as he savors the taste.]

[bandagedfool]

[ It's hard to hide the tiny noise in surprise as Cater shifts the tables even further. This, too, could be worked with, easily. Adaptable as could be, Dazai presses his hips forward to keep Cater pressed against the door.

With his hand on Cater's jaw, Dazai deepens the kiss a little, a soft noise escaping him as he feels the other's tongue across his lips. He, honestly, probably tasted a bit like the wine he'd been sipping on earlier. Not that he was drunk by any means. That taste was dull enough to tell it'd been a few hours at least.

His own tongue darts out to meet Cater's, easily beginning to assert some level of dominance there too... even if it's clear that, at least as of late, he wasn't the fully dominant kind. He's playing around, just like he does with his words. ]