And so

[deathdefied]

[At some point in time, in the process of people she knows telling other cannibals to sit the fuck down and shut up, Saori is...actually, usually off doing her own thing.

Which might make it a surprise when she swoops in through the hobokingdom to wherever Itto lives with a druggie in hand. What do, bro.]

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[deathdefied]

I'm going to have to ask you to show your work for that conclusion...

[Which might be difficult, given she's leaned the rest of the way in to kiss him instead of waiting, as something of an attempt to regain control.

Also because sloppy makeouts.]

[godeatsgod]

[Yes, let's kiss! Moving his hand up to brace the back of her head during this, and maybe to try to pull her against him, back toward his throne.]

[deathdefied]

[If any of the others come in now they're just getting ignored, aren't they? She's going to kick the druggie head out of the way on their way to the throne, regardless...she may be pushing him down into the chair rather eagerly.]

[godeatsgod]

[At this point, the others have hopefully learned not to come back to the back of the hideout when Itto's obviously preoccupied, for their own safety if nothing else. As for being pushed, he's not going to fight that, but he will try to pull her down with him, smiling some against their kiss.]

[deathdefied]

[She's perfectly happy to be pulled down, and ends up straddling his lap. It's about now one should mention she, like her alternate universe counterpart, tends towards short skirts and high socks, although the boots she's wearing are probably kind of uncomfortable for both of them right now.]

For the record, if you did demand a queen, you'd have to find a crown that fits around horns.

[godeatsgod]

I suppose, if it came to that, the trick would be fitting them around your horns.

[His hands slide down to her hips, getting a tight grip on what that short skirt may be covering. He leans in, to kiss her ear, and to again whisper to her.]

Here, or somewhere a little more comfortable?

[deathdefied]

Oh, I dunno, I kind of like the statement this is making here...

[She shudders at his grip, before reaching a hand right down into his pants. Never let it be said she's not direct.]

[godeatsgod]

I suppose I can indulge that, then.

[He shivers slightly as her hand works it's way downward. A bit tangled, he just kisses down her neck and collar, using the fact that her demonic form requires a certain amount of skin to be shown to his advantage.]

[deathdefied]

[Hey, some of us don't want to keep stealing clothes after every damn transformation. But she does make a remarkably pleased noise, getting a better grip on him downstairs and trying to use her other hand to unbuckle those boots. Because seriously, ow.]

You're too kind, your Highness...

[godeatsgod]

Mm... I think I like the way that sounds, espcially coming from you...

[He's trying not to squirm in his seat much under her grip, instead focusing on just kissing his way down. While she works on her boots, his hands are moving to get rid of that skirt.]

[deathdefied]

If you want me to keep calling you that, you're going to have to ask really nicely...

[She squirms a little, partly to help get rid of the skirt but also a little more than necessary, for reasons. She leans in, chewing delicately on the shell of his ear so he can feel the fangs.]

King of Demons notwithstanding, there's no king or queen here...just gods and demons.

[Which basically means she's only doing what you ask because she wants to! It's not like she likes you or anything!]

[godeatsgod]

You act as if the bewilderment and terror the others would express at you calling me that wouldn't be enough for you.

[Tilting his head some as she nibbles on his ear, with a rough exhale. You are still far too clothed for his liking, and he's getting rid of that top now.]

And if there are no kings here, then tell me: why do you so seem to enjoy the formalities?

[deathdefied]

[...Actually pausing for a second.]

Quick question; do you actually want me to explain that? Because I'm pretty sure that's gonna be a bit long for things to wait down here.

[She'll just squeeze the waiting problem a bit for illustration, while she's at it.]

[godeatsgod]

...Point taken. Tell me when we're done here.

[Leaning in to kiss her again, because, well. Sometimes you realize you shouldn't talk so damn much.]

[deathdefied]

[It's okay, Itto, we understand you're still awkward in your soul. As it is, she is more than happy to go in for that kiss yes.]

[godeatsgod]

[Which is good, because given that she's had a hand down his pants for awhile, that kiss is rather eager. Having gotten rid of her shirt, he's going to go for her panties next. If nothing else, he's rather singleminded.]

[deathdefied]

[She's fine with that, if he's fine with her basically ripping his pants open.

...This is basically going to wake up anyone even remotely near the subway den, isn't it?]

[godeatsgod]

[It's their damn fault for sleeping like normal people and not expecting noises from the subterranean lair underneath them.

Reel Missing.]