I'm Scott Summers and yeah I always need to wear these sunglasses, thanks for asking.
My Future Plans
Going back home.
My Talents
A lot of things.
Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food
Stuff that doesn't suck.
My Ideal Partner
...
Height
5'8"
Body Type
Lean, athletic build
Smokes
No
Drinks
No (mostly because underage)
Drugs
No
Sign
Libra
Education
Xavier's Institute
Occupation
Student
Income
None
Children
No
Pets
No
Hobbies
Normal things
So, uh, is there a technique or anything you wanted to practice?
[Says Scott, as if he really knows anything about technique. He can at least say he has some experience kissing several different people and hasn't heard any complaints yet?? So a good sign, unless his friends were just being nice to him. SAD TO THINK ABOUT... but he's not letting that drag his confidence down, the teen actually following Toma without any real complaints.
At least the closest treehouse is not far away. The resort always ready to cater to the needs of their guests, even if it's hoping for something more spicy. It might be disappointed this time, because Scott is still in a bit of 'professional mode,' something accentuated by the way he just shoves his hands into his pockets as he walks by his side.]
[Toma glances over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow slightly at the question. Technique...]
...Not in particular, unless there's something you want to work on. Make no mistake, I have plenty of experience with the few partners I've had.
[Well. One, mostly, who Scott would be lucky not to learn the identity of - but, speaking of those limited partners. He tilts his head a bit, counting them off in his head.]
Nah, we can just kiss. [...] But uh, at least like fifteen?
[Around that number?? NOT THAT HE'S BRAGGING but he wants to be honest, so guess he'll try and mentally count all his friends at the very least. Which. Huh. Maybe he does know a lot more people-- met more people than he thought. Guess that's kind of nice, even if some of them are 'gone' now. It just kind of highlights how different things are for him now compared to his initial arrival here. Back when he was alone and thought he was supremely fucked.
Of course while thinking about all this in a more serious manner, he loses track of his count, but... it's fine. Probably. Scott just shrugs.]
I just like starting there with people before trying anything else. We're forced to have sex to survive in this place, but I want to have some control over that too.
[Despite how low his own count was, Toma isn't terribly surprised to hear Scott's estimate. They're here, after all, and he's gathered that a number of people here are rather quick to go to kissing as a precursor or an inevitable part of sex.
Personally, Toma finds it... A bit frustrating. Still, he can't deny some familiarity to Scott's reasoning, even if they've come to different conclusions. He exhales softly - somewhere between a sigh and a dry laugh.]
I know what you mean; ironically, though, that's why I'd been trying to avoid it until recently. No getting out of being intimate here, but-- well, I'd hoped I could be a bit choosier about one thing, at least.
[It's clear, in the end, he won't be allowed that much. So... better to adapt.
Toma glances upward as he speaks, just briefly checking for Tao in the treehouses overhead. He stops at the base of an empty one, setting a hand on the ladder leading to it.] ...This one should be free. After you.
So... you prefer to just have sex without kissing at all?
[He knows that some people do that, but honestly, he has a hard time wrapping his mind around it. Mostly because he sees kissing as part of the whole package, but still a little less personal than actually having sex. Which. Maybe sounds little a dumb now that he thinks about, because porn and shit exists?? Of course there's kissing in that too, but the main focus is definitely on other bits.
Hm, well, whatever. Everyone here is fucking weird in their own way, right? Yeah. Maybe that's a comfort in itself.]
Sure, try not to stare at my ass too much.
[He blandly says, like it really doesn't bother him or doesn't think Toma would be interested anyway, before moving up to climb up to the treehouse.]
[Completely flat, zero hesitation - and maybe just a hint of annoyance. Really, he doesn't see what's so odd about wanting to keep one thing between himself and the person he actually loves... even if that wasn't the way he put it to begin with.
He scoffs quietly, and waves a hand to usher Scott up.]
Eyes on the ground, don't worry.
[He waits at the bottom as Scott climbs; once he seems to have gotten to the solid floor above, Toma follows, glancing around curiously as he enters the treehouse. Honestly, he has yet to use one of these, being... not the biggest fan of being surrounded with so much plant life.]
[There's a small snort as he hears Toma's response, but Scott doesn't put up much fuss otherwise and continues to climb until he's at the very top. For a treehouse... it's pretty nice, with a couch and a table and a couple of other chairs to sit at along with all the plants, but nothing too surprising given where they're at. Fancier than what he's used to, but whatever.
They're up here and away from prying eyes, that was the goal, and once Toma makes it up, Scott folds one hand against his hips while looking at him.]
So. The kiss now.
[Can he make this more awkward? Probably. But since things are already pretty weird, he's just taken the approach of being blunt and 'getting this done' and maybe it will be nice?? Or is he just helping out a fellow guest with kissing? Sure. Not his usual thing, but also whatever.] I mean, I guess we already did it once, but we're going for something longer this time right? Instead of like two seconds.
[It certainly isn't what Toma would have expected, either - but he supposes that's for the better, anyway. Might as well have decently comfortable surroundings for this.]
Right.
[It is definitely weird, but Toma personally appreciates a straightforward approach. He nods as he walks up to Scott, brushing a stray lock of hair back over his shoulder.]
Of course. The goal this time is to get used to it, after all, not just to meet an external requirement.
Now - ready?
[Once he has confirmation, Toma reaches up to cup a hand against Scott's jaw, and leans in. He still starts slow - pressing soft lips to Scott's, giving it a moment before he gently parts them; he doesn't push further himself yet, just offering an invitation.]
[And okay, despite all his earlier thoughts and awkwardness, once they're actually facing each other, with Toma's hand almost gently cupping his jaw... it really is easy to just sort of fall into that intimate feeling. Well, kissing always felt kind of intimate to him, even if it's just lips against lips, but he likes it a lot.
He just also views sex as pretty intimate as well. Usually. He wants it to be. He's learned to be a little more casual about it, but he definitely has a preference.
But pushing that aside, he immediately leans in with one hand on Toma's shoulder, though he's slow on his end too, noticing his approach and wanting to match it for this kiss. His lips part against Toma's and presses in just a bit more, slotting them together and exchanging just a hint of tongue as he swipes along his bottom lip-- tasting and testing to see his reaction.]
[Perhaps predictably, Toma's view of sex on the whole tends to be... rather more cynical. To him, sex is primarily a transaction, a display of power, or both; for it to mean anything is vanishingly rare.
This viewpoint didn't exactly make him any more open to casual sex before his arrival here; if anything, that expectation that most potential partners would see physical intimacy as an opportunity to exert power over him contributed to his shying away from the possibility. At the same time, though - now, under these new circumstances, that pragmatic standpoint may have helped him adjust a bit more easily to this place's expectations. It's awkward, sure, even now - but at least he was primed not to expect any of this to mean anything.
...Still, he had hoped to at least be able to keep one thing between himself and the one person he actually cares for. But the mistletoe proved that wasn't a real option.
So, now, he adapts.
Toma encourages Scott's press forward with a quiet hum and lets his tongue slip briefly into his mouth in turn. He sets his free hand at Scott's waist, gently urging him a bit closer.]
[Is it too early to say that this is definitely better?
He reaches with his free hand to cup the back of Toma's head, fingers lightly curling into his strands as they draw each other closer into this singular moment. Which. Still just a kiss!! But Scott's definitely gotten the understanding now that something like that holds a lot of value to Toma, he's just trying to adapt. So, maybe he can lead just a little bit more? A flare of something more leading-- leaderlike rises in Scott, both trying to make this at least enjoyable for him and not rushing into anything too quickly.
His tongue meets Toma's, responsive and explorative as he gets the taste of the other. Not that he's great in describing any of that, but sometimes it's fun to associate a certain flavor of something they just had like coffee or whatnot with the person; he just had a breath mint himself. But if allowed, he'll continue to move his tongue along Toma's, swiping across and sinking in just a bit deeper, touching those inner walls of his mouth as well.]
There's a faintly sweet taste on Toma's lips, and something cooling in his mouth - the last remnants from moisturizing his lips and brushing his teeth, knowing he was going to be coming out for this specific purpose. He accepts that exploration, noting that Scott seems to be getting bolder. Perhaps a bit surprisingly, he finds he doesn't mind it; he isn't being pushy, at least, and saves Toma the trouble of deciding how quickly to escalate with someone he doesn't already have history with.
So he follows that lead, focusing on feeling him out. He draws back just briefly, teeth brushing Scott's lip barely enough to be called a nip, before he leans back in to let his tongue flick over Scott's again.
It's easier in a way, anyway, to focus on this - the kiss itself, meeting Scott's effort - rather than either on how strange it feels to be doing this at all, or... on the fact that it is, frankly, kind of nice.]
[Hmm, guess he can associate a certain freshness to Toma now, especially as he tastes the lingering toothpaste in his mouth and it's definitely not bad. Probably matches his breath mint, huh? Well, he doesn't think he'll break his mantra of 'each kiss being unique and nice' now, especially as Toma seems to slowly get into it-- feeling him pull back before returning once more with a teasing slide of his tongue against his own.
Yeah, it's nice. He'll even be nice enough to replace the memory of their first kiss with this. And they're both getting practice in?? It's honestly kind of a new feeling to kiss someone like this, almost in a easygoing way. But again, not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe he could be okay with something like this in the future.
But wanting to continue with this pace, he slides his tongue against Toma's-- letting them exchange equally cooling taste before he pulls back with one small nip against his bottom lip and offering a small smirk at him.]
[There's probably an argument to be made for it "counting" more, if only for being more than a second long - definitely more of a chance to gauge chemistry than the first one.
Toma exhales quietly as Scott pulls back - which turns to a huff at that smirk.]
...Passable. [It was, if he's honest, better than passable - but Toma is petty to begin with, and it doesn't take much for him to break it out.] It's good that you're getting practice in, at least.
[A slight huff leaves him. Seriously man? One hand presses against his hip as he arches an eyebrow at him, but he just seems more amused than actually annoyed. Honestly, it's been slightly hard to get an overall read on Toma, but if he can just continue teasing him then that works. It's always a nice default to fall back onto.]
Uh, you're getting practice too, remember? You're the one with less experience.
[Though it might not make a lot of sense to Scott at the moment, that gets a smile out of Toma - though, admittedly, that may also be closer to a smirk.]
Am I, now? I've had fewer partners; I don't know that you can guarantee that equates to less experience.
Man, I don't know, because I've kissed like so many people here. [Is this stupid teen gloating?? Yep. Also some exaggerating? Definitely so.] Hard to keep track after a while.
Sure, I'm listening. [He gestures dismissively with one hand as he speaks, as though this weren't already obnoxious and condescending enough.] And I heard you unable to give an answer as to whether you had experience from before this place, which would certainly seem to suggest that you didn't.
[Toma huffs quietly, rolling his eyes.] Up to you, I suppose. I'm fine either way. ...And I already had a partner for years, before we both ended up here.
Oh, that's what you meant? I thought you were referring to just coming and meeting you-- but whatever, why does it matter anyway? Like how is it different getting experience at home compared to getting experience in this resort?
[He's too busy arguing now to kiss anyone!! Although, he's sometimes ended arguments through kissing someone... but he still has the need to yap. Something something pride. And maybe some curiosity.]
Also, wait, so your partner is here too? That's lucky.
Ah, I see - I may not have been entirely clear. My mistake. That said, it's a difference of time - unless you've been here much longer than I would think. [Much, much longer.]
Incredibly so. [There's a marked shift in Toma's bearing as he talks about his "partner" - that haughty attitude all but melts away, genuine pride and fondness warming his features.] I don't know how I ever would have acclimated to this place without him. I do wish, if we have to be here, that we could have arrived at the same time, instead of his being left on his own for some months, but - he is, at least, better suited than I am to this kind of thing.
But okay yeah, that shift in attitude is definitely noticeable. One would might call it cute but he's not about to layer that onto word on Toma right now because of how uncute everything's been. Still, guess it's nice to know that even he has someone that he cares a lot about...?]
...I'm sure he's glad that you're here too, even if he's better at adjusting to shit.
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[Says Scott, as if he really knows anything about technique. He can at least say he has some experience kissing several different people and hasn't heard any complaints yet?? So a good sign, unless his friends were just being nice to him. SAD TO THINK ABOUT... but he's not letting that drag his confidence down, the teen actually following Toma without any real complaints.
At least the closest treehouse is not far away. The resort always ready to cater to the needs of their guests, even if it's hoping for something more spicy. It might be disappointed this time, because Scott is still in a bit of 'professional mode,' something accentuated by the way he just shoves his hands into his pockets as he walks by his side.]
How many people have you kissed anyway?
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...Not in particular, unless there's something you want to work on. Make no mistake, I have plenty of experience with the few partners I've had.
[Well. One, mostly, who Scott would be lucky not to learn the identity of - but, speaking of those limited partners. He tilts his head a bit, counting them off in his head.]
Five, including yourself. What about you?
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[Around that number?? NOT THAT HE'S BRAGGING but he wants to be honest, so guess he'll try and mentally count all his friends at the very least. Which. Huh. Maybe he does know a lot more people-- met more people than he thought. Guess that's kind of nice, even if some of them are 'gone' now. It just kind of highlights how different things are for him now compared to his initial arrival here. Back when he was alone and thought he was supremely fucked.
Of course while thinking about all this in a more serious manner, he loses track of his count, but... it's fine. Probably. Scott just shrugs.]
I just like starting there with people before trying anything else. We're forced to have sex to survive in this place, but I want to have some control over that too.
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Personally, Toma finds it... A bit frustrating. Still, he can't deny some familiarity to Scott's reasoning, even if they've come to different conclusions. He exhales softly - somewhere between a sigh and a dry laugh.]
I know what you mean; ironically, though, that's why I'd been trying to avoid it until recently. No getting out of being intimate here, but-- well, I'd hoped I could be a bit choosier about one thing, at least.
[It's clear, in the end, he won't be allowed that much. So... better to adapt.
Toma glances upward as he speaks, just briefly checking for Tao in the treehouses overhead. He stops at the base of an empty one, setting a hand on the ladder leading to it.] ...This one should be free. After you.
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[He knows that some people do that, but honestly, he has a hard time wrapping his mind around it. Mostly because he sees kissing as part of the whole package, but still a little less personal than actually having sex. Which. Maybe sounds little a dumb now that he thinks about, because porn and shit exists?? Of course there's kissing in that too, but the main focus is definitely on other bits.
Hm, well, whatever. Everyone here is fucking weird in their own way, right? Yeah. Maybe that's a comfort in itself.]
Sure, try not to stare at my ass too much.
[He blandly says, like it really doesn't bother him or doesn't think Toma would be interested anyway, before moving up to climb up to the treehouse.]
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[Completely flat, zero hesitation - and maybe just a hint of annoyance. Really, he doesn't see what's so odd about wanting to keep one thing between himself and the person he actually loves... even if that wasn't the way he put it to begin with.
He scoffs quietly, and waves a hand to usher Scott up.]
Eyes on the ground, don't worry.
[He waits at the bottom as Scott climbs; once he seems to have gotten to the solid floor above, Toma follows, glancing around curiously as he enters the treehouse. Honestly, he has yet to use one of these, being... not the biggest fan of being surrounded with so much plant life.]
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They're up here and away from prying eyes, that was the goal, and once Toma makes it up, Scott folds one hand against his hips while looking at him.]
So. The kiss now.
[Can he make this more awkward? Probably. But since things are already pretty weird, he's just taken the approach of being blunt and 'getting this done' and maybe it will be nice?? Or is he just helping out a fellow guest with kissing? Sure. Not his usual thing, but also whatever.] I mean, I guess we already did it once, but we're going for something longer this time right? Instead of like two seconds.
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Right.
[It is definitely weird, but Toma personally appreciates a straightforward approach. He nods as he walks up to Scott, brushing a stray lock of hair back over his shoulder.]
Of course. The goal this time is to get used to it, after all, not just to meet an external requirement.
Now - ready?
[Once he has confirmation, Toma reaches up to cup a hand against Scott's jaw, and leans in. He still starts slow - pressing soft lips to Scott's, giving it a moment before he gently parts them; he doesn't push further himself yet, just offering an invitation.]
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[And okay, despite all his earlier thoughts and awkwardness, once they're actually facing each other, with Toma's hand almost gently cupping his jaw... it really is easy to just sort of fall into that intimate feeling. Well, kissing always felt kind of intimate to him, even if it's just lips against lips, but he likes it a lot.
He just also views sex as pretty intimate as well. Usually. He wants it to be. He's learned to be a little more casual about it, but he definitely has a preference.
But pushing that aside, he immediately leans in with one hand on Toma's shoulder, though he's slow on his end too, noticing his approach and wanting to match it for this kiss. His lips part against Toma's and presses in just a bit more, slotting them together and exchanging just a hint of tongue as he swipes along his bottom lip-- tasting and testing to see his reaction.]
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This viewpoint didn't exactly make him any more open to casual sex before his arrival here; if anything, that expectation that most potential partners would see physical intimacy as an opportunity to exert power over him contributed to his shying away from the possibility. At the same time, though - now, under these new circumstances, that pragmatic standpoint may have helped him adjust a bit more easily to this place's expectations. It's awkward, sure, even now - but at least he was primed not to expect any of this to mean anything.
...Still, he had hoped to at least be able to keep one thing between himself and the one person he actually cares for. But the mistletoe proved that wasn't a real option.
So, now, he adapts.
Toma encourages Scott's press forward with a quiet hum and lets his tongue slip briefly into his mouth in turn. He sets his free hand at Scott's waist, gently urging him a bit closer.]
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He reaches with his free hand to cup the back of Toma's head, fingers lightly curling into his strands as they draw each other closer into this singular moment. Which. Still just a kiss!! But Scott's definitely gotten the understanding now that something like that holds a lot of value to Toma, he's just trying to adapt. So, maybe he can lead just a little bit more? A flare of something more leading-- leaderlike rises in Scott, both trying to make this at least enjoyable for him and not rushing into anything too quickly.
His tongue meets Toma's, responsive and explorative as he gets the taste of the other. Not that he's great in describing any of that, but sometimes it's fun to associate a certain flavor of something they just had like coffee or whatnot with the person; he just had a breath mint himself. But if allowed, he'll continue to move his tongue along Toma's, swiping across and sinking in just a bit deeper, touching those inner walls of his mouth as well.]
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There's a faintly sweet taste on Toma's lips, and something cooling in his mouth - the last remnants from moisturizing his lips and brushing his teeth, knowing he was going to be coming out for this specific purpose. He accepts that exploration, noting that Scott seems to be getting bolder. Perhaps a bit surprisingly, he finds he doesn't mind it; he isn't being pushy, at least, and saves Toma the trouble of deciding how quickly to escalate with someone he doesn't already have history with.
So he follows that lead, focusing on feeling him out. He draws back just briefly, teeth brushing Scott's lip barely enough to be called a nip, before he leans back in to let his tongue flick over Scott's again.
It's easier in a way, anyway, to focus on this - the kiss itself, meeting Scott's effort - rather than either on how strange it feels to be doing this at all, or... on the fact that it is, frankly, kind of nice.]
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Yeah, it's nice. He'll even be nice enough to replace the memory of their first kiss with this. And they're both getting practice in?? It's honestly kind of a new feeling to kiss someone like this, almost in a easygoing way. But again, not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe he could be okay with something like this in the future.
But wanting to continue with this pace, he slides his tongue against Toma's-- letting them exchange equally cooling taste before he pulls back with one small nip against his bottom lip and offering a small smirk at him.]
So, how was that?
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Toma exhales quietly as Scott pulls back - which turns to a huff at that smirk.]
...Passable. [It was, if he's honest, better than passable - but Toma is petty to begin with, and it doesn't take much for him to break it out.] It's good that you're getting practice in, at least.
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Uh, you're getting practice too, remember? You're the one with less experience.
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Am I, now? I've had fewer partners; I don't know that you can guarantee that equates to less experience.
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Yeah? Because that means you've adapted to less people and how they kiss. So, less experience.
[...] Do you think you can say with complete confidence that you're more experienced than me?
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[So there!!]
Hmm... well, hard to say. How much would you say you had before getting here?
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[NEH.]
Man, I don't know, because I've kissed like so many people here. [Is this stupid teen gloating?? Yep. Also some exaggerating? Definitely so.] Hard to keep track after a while.
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So, not much to speak of. That settles that, then.
[So there!!]
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[Another puff of air blows out through his mouth. Geez, he had no idea that Toma was gonna be this kind of dick, but also, he's a dick so--
He crosses his arms across his chest before giving him a slightly pointed look.]
Are we kissing again or are you good? Feel like you need to practice more? [...] Who are you even kissing so much anyway?
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[Toma huffs quietly, rolling his eyes.] Up to you, I suppose. I'm fine either way. ...And I already had a partner for years, before we both ended up here.
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[He's too busy arguing now to kiss anyone!! Although, he's sometimes ended arguments through kissing someone... but he still has the need to yap. Something something pride. And maybe some curiosity.]
Also, wait, so your partner is here too? That's lucky.
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Incredibly so. [There's a marked shift in Toma's bearing as he talks about his "partner" - that haughty attitude all but melts away, genuine pride and fondness warming his features.] I don't know how I ever would have acclimated to this place without him. I do wish, if we have to be here, that we could have arrived at the same time, instead of his being left on his own for some months, but - he is, at least, better suited than I am to this kind of thing.
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[Sure got him there Summers--
But okay yeah, that shift in attitude is definitely noticeable. One would might call it cute but he's not about to layer that onto word on Toma right now because of how uncute everything's been. Still, guess it's nice to know that even he has someone that he cares a lot about...?]
...I'm sure he's glad that you're here too, even if he's better at adjusting to shit.
[The most awkward reassurance ever.]