These two men were relatively the same size, which was a welcome change from everyone else. Their noses touched and their legs were tangled together as they laid on the floor, panting all over each other.
Neo's eyes had gone wide for a brief moment after being slammed down, but he accepted it as their lips brushed and Rohan threatened him. His smirk returned at the warning, pushing his nose up to push their lips together in a chaste tease. He had only melted for a moment in his shock, but his confidence returned as he let himself be pinned.
"I won't mind them if they're true, Rohan," Neo whispered back, running his fingers along the under of Rohan's hood, creeping along his shoulders and tracing where he could find.
Rohan nearly seemed to shake in an unexpected tremor as their lips brushed past each other momentarily, surprise replaced by anger once he saw the smirk come back. He couldnt take those hands running on his back, they made all his muscles tense under the teasing touches. Neo might have been all tall and strong like a male model should, but Rohan wanted to remind him that he wasnt the only one with muscle here, not when he had awakened such brute strength within the albino king.
"You're going to mind them later, i promise you" he sneered, before using his body strength to roll both himself and Neo underneath the nearby refreshment table, hiding behind its long cloth, with Rohan still on top, holding down Neo's arms with angry viciousness.
Neo couldn't help a soft gasp as he was moved, then tucked into the hiding spot under the table, glancing over at the cloth swaying back into place to hide them well enough. He couldn't help but feel that old admiration for his ex-lover, who was strong enough to move someone probably well over his weight class. That admiration didn't last long, for Rohan then used the strength to make sure Neo stayed down, who started breathing a little heavier in his shock.
"You don't have to be so rough with me, Rohan. I think I get the point. I think so, at least." His eyes glistened as he looked at the other, biting his lip as he clearly showed his enjoyment in the situation. "And promise me what? What is someone like you going to do?" His questions were mostly his weapons to keep annoying him; Neo was very aware of what Rohan could do.
Rohan kept breathing heavy on top of him as he spoke, either from being angry at Neo or something else, that he couldnt tell. Only clear thing was he was tightly clenching his fists against the other's wrists. The words tingled his ears, triggering so many types of thoughts in his head, thoughts he knew for sure Neo could read with his damned ability. But it didnt matter, he had him under his grip and wasnt about to let him escape too soon.
"You already had the chance to back off a while ago, and you disregarded it." he spoke, his voice at its lowest pitch. Without bothering to answer his other taunting questions, he pressed his lips hard over Neo's, presumably in an attempt to make him shut his cursed mouth from continuously spewing such shameless words. He just wanted to silence him, directly and brutally without actually causing him actual harm - for which Neo should have been thankful, in fact. Had he been anyone else, he'd have had his face ripped off
Neo wouldn't have picked any one else to bother, because no one was like his Rohan. As the king smashed their lips together in that all too familiar way of shutting him up, Neo shut his eyes and drank in everything Rohan was thinking about. Ah, how promiscuous and un-king like thoughts, that made Neo smile and squirm on the inside. Who else but Rohan could put on a quiet facade but hide such feelings for a fellow king? It would curl the hair of anyone on the outside of this table for sure.
Though neither of them were thinking about that as Neo kissed Rohan back, hungrily taking what he deserved. He had been hungry for food a few minutes ago, but nothing was better than what Rohan could offer and give. This kiss just wanted Neo to have more, to give Rohan more and let him indulge.
Caught in the heat of the moment, Rohan forsake everything else and focused solely on choking Neo in the aggressive kissing, his ears burning with the intent to make this insolent man plead. He didnt care anymore that all sorts of thoughts ran through his head, all in Neo's perfect clear view - yeah, he wanted to do all those things to him, so what? How was he going to stop him when pinned down to the ground like this, at his complete and utter mercy?
The man continued to kiss his ex lover furiously, bodies pressed against one another, with no intent of slowing down or giving him room to breathe. He invaded every space he could find, teeth clattering together, tongues dancing together in some sort of mad tango fueled by pure desire. Oh yes, this was once of the reasons he kind of liked Neo so much back then. As much as he annoyed him, he was also someone who took a weird kind of pleasure in being treated as such - and Rohan loved to see him beg after being a naughty little gremlin.
Neo decided he ultimately didn't want to breathe anymore. Desire and the feeling of Rohan on top of him, smothering him with his taste and smell was fine enough, ruffling their fine clothes and dirtying the white suit Neo wore. He fought back hard as well, letting his desire and that constant loneliness he had felt without Rohan shine through in this moment, telling him truly how much he wanted this in the end. It was so sweet to be in the head of this man again, to feel his weight and strength once more– something Neo ultimately thought they both deserved. He deserved to stick his tongue practically down the other's throat and taste the pastry he had just eaten, to feel their straight, fine teeth click together as if trying to break them and send each other to the orthopedic office. He was willing to sacrifice that again, and that's most likely what Neo missed most. The risk, the passion, and the strength behind each movement Rohan made towards him. They both knew what they liked, and Rohan played with Neo perfectly, like some sort of symphony. Now that Rohan had given that feeling, Neo wasn't going to let him run away in the long term again. There was no excuse.
The beautiful feeling was suddenly interrupted however, when Rohan's lips parted with his, remaining still above him, panting heavily from the intensity with which he had smothered the other. His eyes bore deeply into the other's face, taking in the sight of a disheveled and heated Neo before him like it was some sort of meal.
Not tonight.
In a second, he let go of his arms and climbed off him, getting out from under the table and leaving Neo all alone in there, while he patted himself down and arranged some of his ruffled clothing and messy hair. As much as he would have wanted to have Neo right then and there, he couldnt do it with all these people around and definitely not in a temple - at least that much decency he did have towards the entities ruling their world. Besides, it was most likely what his ex lover wanted him to do, so he wasnt going to give him that satisfaction of having what he wanted,
Neo panted as he was let go, his eyes popping open to look up at Rohan. His brain buzzed with those thoughts insulting him, but also those thoughts that told Neo that Rohan did have some semblance of interest…
The dishevelled, sweating Neo took a few more moments to recover, obviously more shaken by the encounter. As much as he wanted it, wow Rohan knew how to give, and Neo had forgotten that naively. He slowly sat up, running his fingers through his hair to straighten it back out from where it had been flattened to the ground. He straightened his jacket out and checked his legs and white back for stains, happy that the floor in the temple wasn't gross enough for that. He made sure to dry his lips off of the extra spit that had emassed on them, making sure that it wasn't obvious that he had just eaten the lips off of someone.
(A note for my stalker friends: this rp, like I said in the title, is 15+ recommended. This rp won't be ALL sexual ofc but Kin and I agreed that it was the best way to build tension and overall start us off and establish their relationship, as well as help with lore. This scene (and other make outs or something) will probably be the most promiscuous we get publicly, but this rp will also imply marital abuse as well as death so do please keep that in mind. I will spoiler anything I think is too bad, but with a plot like this I felt it was appropriate to warn. Again, it won't all be like this, so please enjoy as we build this up ^^)
By the time Neo exited the table, Rohan was in a different part of the room, minding his own business next to his second in command, looking entirely as if nothing had happened just a few moments ago. It was true that a part of him still missed neo but he couldnt just give in to the very first desire that crept back into his mind. No, he'd spent months working on it and convincing himself the past was in the past and that that was that. He couldnt just take his ex back simply because he was now single and most definitely ready to mingle, without the threat of his old husband finding out.
But Neo beckoned him like a flame to a moth, it was incredibly hard not to think of him sometimes. As annoying and bratty he was, there were certain aspects he still loved about the other, reason why he hadnt entirely given up on him after they met once more.
But alas. This was but a momentary slip. After this event, he would return home and would not be bothered by Neo's intrusive image any more
Neo stood for a few moments, aloof in his own thoughts, before spotting a few people in the crowd and stiriding over to join them, grinning as he became part of the dancing mass.
While he socialized and danced with people of his own standing, his thoughts of Rohan faded off for now. He was the King of Isla for Gods' sake– he would be able to find someone to treat him well enough. Someone better than Rohan. That's what Neo had told himself before, and it's what Neo was sticking with.
Still, seeing him today was a hit to that reinforced wall. What had happened was more than an action to silence him, it was a challenge of some sort. Rohan had forced himself back into Neo's brain so seamlessly, and at this point he probably knew it. Rohan probably already disregarded him, telling himself that Neo simply wasn't worth it, or some other dumb thought Neo hadn't picked up on. Neo was more determined than that, though. He'd strike at another angle and see how Rohan liked that…
Neo was right to some degree, Rohan had indeed banished him from his mind, choosing to preoccupy it with something else more important. Flings like this weren't exactly his favourites, too messy, too annoying, too brain scratching. And also very invasive, taking into account Neo's mind reading which he definitely hated. He didnt like that pointy nose of his ex stuck in his own private thoughts.
For the rest of the night, Rohan made an active effort to avoid Neo as much as he could and instead relaxing in a different side of the room, making very small talk with whomever decided to approach him with anything that wasnt just idle chatter topics.
Neo, unlike earlier, didn't approach him again. He did his kingly duty, as well as the duty of hosting this party, to greet everyone and be probably the most social, accepting words of condolences and congratulations. While surrounded by all of the attention, it was hard to notice his own thoughts. After all, the worst thing about being the most powerful Mind Reader was the fact that he never had a moment alone in his own head until he was, well, alone. So as the party ended pretty late (most waited until the storm let up, which was around the same time), Neo was left assisting with clean up and paying the DJ. His own nobles and advisories left well before him, showing that same coldness they always did. He didn't mind walking out of the warm temple to the cool mountain air.
It was only a few hours later that Neo was jolting awake in his bed, sweating with most of his limbs hanging out of it. The sun barely had touched on his windows as he pulled himself out of bed, pulling on his clothes (something better than a white suit), and went to board that same plane he took yesterday for the party.
His exhaustion was prominent but his brain called for more. Those thoughts had pooled up and finally overwhelmed him to the point of his dreams, and now he was answering the challenge Rohan had laid out for him. There was a sense of shame as Neo set out to Roshtha in a thick jacket he had put on and a warm pair of pants that tied loosely around his hips. I'm going to settle this once and for all, was his determined thought as he made his way up to where he knew Rohan to live, greeting the guards who told him the king would be with him shortly, as he settled his lanky body into a chair once inside the castle, waiting for the other to arrive.
Rohan had been one of the guests who left early, not wanting to remain over schedule simply to hang out with who knows whom else, most of the guests by that point having a little bit of alcohol in their system already. So when the gathering looked like it was about to break up in the near future, he grabbed his second in command and silently slipped out the door, grabbing their coats and retrieving their mounts, climbing back down the mountain through the pouring rain shielded the same way they were when they came. It was a relieving feeling to be away from the noise of the party, simply enjoying the natural sounds nature made on their way back.
It was impossible to describe how refreshing it had been to arrive home and go to bed, leaving behind all the mess with Neo and his annoying little stunts. The sleep was also very high quality, Rohan awakening at his usual early hour more refreshed than ever and moving over for his morning work out routine - a habit he insisted on not breaking in order to maintain his strength.
It was however surprising to hear from one of his guards that came into the room that Neo had arrived there and was now waiting for him. The little monster came after him? Why on earth would he do that? And why so damn early in the morning, did he not have anything else better to do?
The king placed back the things he'd used before heading over to where Neo waited for him, wearing his relatively thin clothes despite the chill in the air. And he didnt look the least bit impressed when he saw his ex lounged in a chair, tapping his foot.
