After a few shots, Talon may just explain his original reason to approach the other.
Time has passed, and these two could barely leave a bar. Maybe Yasuo could, but Talon had much more trouble. Fuck, where's up? Or down? He had to hold onto the other. Hood down and hair disheveled. All he had were a few beers. Maybe Katarina wasn't lying when she commented on him being a light weight. Holding onto Yasuo's arm, he didn't want to let go.
"W-walk slowly!"
"Ugh, jeez, you're such a pansy. Can't you hold your liquor?" Yasuo slurred, but still was able to walk decently, Talon clinging to his arm. The Ronin just had a couple of drinks— well, not a couple, more like six or so. Sure, a little disoriented, but he could still do what he would need to do if it arose.
The Samurai squinted, looking around the small village. Nearby, he spotted an inn and immediately took off toward it, the Noxian crooked under his arm as he sprinted. He stopped short of the entrance, skidding to a stop and resting Talon back on his feet. With an amused hum, Yasuo entered the Inn, the assassin of course following suite.
He walked up to the innkeeper, and requested a room for the night along with even more alcohol. Turning to the Noxian, he dug through the man's coin before giving the innkeeper the appropriate amount. After they paid, Yasuo grabbed Talon and jetted straight for their room.
Unable to keep up with the current events, Talon stayed quiet. He had no idea where they were, or what they could of done. None of this was being recorded in that empty skull of his. Being an assassin meant throwing away any thoughts one might of had about life. Now that his current mind is twisted, and perhaps sick, it didn't help here.
Inside alone, in a room with a man he had previously wanted to slain, there was hiccups coming out of him. Dammit, how's he gonna go home after this? Or what the hell he's going to tell the others? They're not going to listen to him. They were never the listening type to begin with.
Lazily, Talon pushed Yasuo. More and more until he had fallen onto the bed. Then, got on top of the other, a hand placed on his stomach. Words came out, but they weren't audible, nor translatable.
A relaxed hum left the wanderer's throat, though it was awkwardly gritty with how full of alcohol his stomach was. He stumbled through the room, Talon seeming to follow him. He was trying to make his way over to the living area of the small room that they had purchased, but apparently the assassin had something else in his drunken mind.
Though Yasuo did not protest in his drunken drawl, being lazily shoved into the next room. He jumped over his feet as he was pushed sideways, before crashing onto the bed with a soft "oof." The Noxian quickly followed, sitting on top of the Ronin. It took him a while to process that the man was on him, and he let out a disgruntled noise. What did Talon say? Ugh, he barely caught that.
"Whud're ya doin'…?"
Words escaped the Noxian assassin. They were lost, jumbled up in the mess created in his mind. He couldn't figure out what he wanted to say, or how to express it. A hand was still placed on the other's stomach, it stayed there. It stayed for a few moments. Then began to roam around. Feeling the bare, naked skin. Dammit, this shouldn't be happening. Cursing at himself, those dead eyes peered to a set that's lost in confusion.
".. I don't know." Talon explains himself.
Still on top of the other, in moments. That hand went down to the man's waist, tugging at the band that kept his only real article of clothing on. His hands were numb, his face felt the same way. Those eyes still focus on Yasuo. Shifting himself, he removed his hand, and placed them both beside the Ionian's head. It's warm, here. Sweat felt like it was forming, but Talon couldn't tell. He was just as lost. But he didn't want to escape this position. Getting close, those thin lips, met with a familiar pair.
"You… dunno?" Yasuo mumbled, squinting up at Talon, still totally in a daze. His eyes darted to the assassin's hands as they were lowered to the hem of his belt, the Ronin's breath threatening to hitch. But he exhaled softly when the Noxian's hands returned upwards, moving to cup his face.
The got closer.
And closer.
That's when the Samurai's breath finally hitched, his eyes widening in his drunken stupor, absolutely flabbergasted and taken away. Why was Talon doing this? Well, besides the fact that they were drunk… Was this man having any coherent thoughts at all?
A grunt left his throat, Yasuo's hands coming up to grab onto Talon's wrists. With a small tug, followed up by a push, he separated their lips. His mind continued to swirl, narrowing his eyes at the assassin. "What are you.. What.."
Shaking his head, there wasn't any clear thoughts in that mind. Lost, and in confusion. He tried to fight it. He had the warrior right where he wanted him. Locked here, right underneath the assassin. Talon could of easily pulled out a blade, but it proved to be fruitless. Instead, he still observed the action. Those long locks falling. With the other now sitting up, only time can tell what the hell they were going to plan.
This isn't a position he liked. Talon shifted, moving away from the other. No, he's never had an experience like this before, much less, with anyone. Being a single man, having his thoughts concentrate on money and murder slips instead of his own desires, this could've been that. They could of desired the longing for someone. Gosh, how could the Noxian be so damn stupid?
Wait, what's he doing? Those hands shifted down again, going back to where they originally were. Talon had fixed himself, now sitting on the other's pelvis area. Perhaps he's suggesting something? Who knows. Everything feels so numb, and this bed isn't comfy at all.
"Aren't ya gonna say somethin'…?" He drawled, blinking rapidly to try and clear his vision. Yasuo was halfway apart of reality, and it was making his head spin in more than one way. Shaking his head, a shiver ran down his spine when Talon's hands returned to grazing over his sides. Immediately, the Ronin's hands flailed about, uncertain where to place them.
That's when he felt the assassin shift on top of him, quickly sucking in a breath as the other man was pressed into his groin. The pressure was strange, and definitely questionable when he caught a glimpse of that drunken face. Was Talon really suggesting…?
No, no no no, of course not. Their way off their rocker, and neither of them could even see straight. But the way the Noxian was touching him, how gentle such dangerous hands were being, their posture…
Yasuo swallowed the lump in his throat, his tongue dry. Hesitantly, his hands went forward to grasp at Talon's arms mindlessly, just to put them somewhere. He pulled the assassin closer to him, making their chests touch, though constricted by fabric. Talon was so warm against his bare stomach, the Samurai's arms coiling around the small of the man's back with a soft sigh.
This would be a perfect situation to flip it over. They were close to each other, evident that Yasuo may be slightly taller than Talon. That's fine, he doesn't have a problem with that. It isn't like he'll remember any of this in the morning besides a splitting headache. And that he'll have to answer requests and questions about why he reeks of the disgusting liquids.
This has gone too far. Time to switch.
Putting his arms under Yasuo, the Noxian had a good grip around the other. Then, flipped him. With the assassin on the bed instead, and the Ionian reject on top. Calloused hands touched the other. Bare hands caressed the sides of his tone body. He's never felt like this before. These feelings probably came with the intoxication. He has heard the stories. But never imagined to be in such a risky situation.
Arms had stopped moving, seizing the movement of his hands. They stopped on the man's lower back, holding him there. Guess he hasn't been saying much but small groans. Talon's full of them, it's evident. He should say something or two. Looking away for a moment, those disheveled locked followed. "I want you." He replied, clearing his throat.
Was that audible? No, let's repeat. Tal turned, facing his opponent. Eyes covered in a lusty mist. "I-I said, I want you."
Suddenly, he was pulled from his moment of peace, twisting around to be looming over the assassin with a small grunt. Focusing his eyes, the wanderer looked down upon the Noxian in awe. They had swapped places so quickly, it took a moment for Yasuo to process the fact.
Once he finally made sense of the situation, his eyes relaxed, simply gazing down at Talon. But his eyes would clench shut for a moment when warm hands would run over his skin. He wasn't very familiar with the feeling of his body being touched this way, so it was rather …strange to him. He didn't know how to react to it.
The Ronin's gaze would return to Talon when their movements stopped, however. His brow furrowing when the man tried to speak. He hadn't quite heard it, and was about to request them to repeat their statement, but they had done it for him before his request.
Had he heard right? Did Talon really say that?
No, it's only the alcohol, really. That's all it is.
