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... 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.]
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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.]