Stuck in a Box Meme

[redotiertwo]

>Toplevel with your character
>Anyone who replies is now stuck (and probably limb-tangled) in an extremely cramped and unopenable ~magic box~ with them - immune to sudden explosions, god powers, stabbing, etc, basically anything that would otherwise open the box does not
>Sometimes the box will roll over to make things slightly more awkward
>The box will open eventually...if you stop trying to open it
>Gen, shippy, general awkwardness, friendship things, anything goes, so be cool about it and have fun!

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[revolutionfalcon]

[The sound and the shift brought on by Ren dipping to his elbow draws Shun's attention briefly, though there's not enough room - and he doesn't have enough limbs - to actually stop him bringing his relatively free hand closer. There is a calculated note to his expression for a moment or two, as if he's weighing the risks of trying to pin that second hand with the first somehow, but he supposes in this situation, it might be smarter to just let him distract himself with this one rather than risk losing what he already has. Not that he looks particularly bothered by it, though, given his expression would be better described as a challenge for Ren to see what he can do with that one half-mobile hand. He even tips his head a little into that brush of the thumb along his jaw, even as he slips his hand slowly down Ren's hair until it reaches the level of his neck.

One advantage of knowing someone who wears collars and has done for a very long time is that Shun knows what the safe width is meant to be, and he goes to slip two fingers up to the lower knuckle underneath Ren's own collar, lining them against the center of his throat as much as he can. The smallest curl of his fingers is enough to make those bones dig in, bringing a blunt pressure against where they're resting, and he pulls towards him a little as he tugs at Ren's lip with his teeth again. It's a little shorter-lived this time, though, if only because he follows it up with his tongue trying to push into his mouth instead. It feels like the natural escalation, and Shun's starting to figure out that actually thinking about it isn't going to help him any, so he goes with it.

What's going on below the waist is a somewhat different matter, though, and since Ren is only providing token resistance - if it wasn't for everything else about this situation being so distracting, Shun might be more suspect about that, but he just takes it for now - Shun takes the chance to keep pushing under. There's not a great deal of room, but Shun's taking as much advantage of it as he can, pressing Ren's hips up to the top of the box and bringing one of his legs up on top of a bent knee to fill the space beneath without having to hold himself in too awkward a position. The result is the top of his calf pressing up between Ren's legs, and Shun adjusts the arrangement of his own legs with a very deliberate slowness, given it means the upper one starts dragging back and forth across the point of contact.]