HAH!
Kyran had been starting to get fairly irritated, considering he was losing miserably (and if Lune said one word then...then...he'd do something, he didn't know what yet, but it would be terrible!) and Lune was still basically clothed. It wasn't fair! His pawns were getting picked off just as easily as a herd of sheep got picked off by wolves, and he was losing clothing faster than, well...okay, so maybe he'd lost clothing a lot faster than this before, he was actually pretty talented when it came to going from fully clothed to fully naked (in one point two seconds! Okay, so that was an exaggeration), but...that wasn't the point! He was bombing at Chess and Lune was merciless at conquering his poor, poor pawns and poor bishop and knight. They never had a chance.
God help him if Lune ever admitted that he was going easy on him. That would be a definite blow to his pride.
Anyway! Kyran was pleased when, finally, he knocked off another one of Lune's pieces, even though he was only rewarded with another foot. And a sock-covered one, at that. Psha. Well...some people had foot fetishes so maybe for some people a foot would be enough, but Kyran wasn't really interested in feet. Still, he was grinning as he leaned forward and waited for Lune's turn, hoping he could claim another one of his pieces and another article of clothing. Wow. And here he'd been worried that he was going to be blocked in and, thus, lose his pants in his next turn (he'd already used the necklace...now he was out of excuses!).
Unfortunately, Lune decided to also be an evil bastard by taking forever to make his move. Resting his cheek on his hand, Kyran began to grow increasingly bored as he just kept staring at the board...fully clothed...not...doing...anything...he yawned loudly, baring his fangs, and was about to snap at Lune to just bloody do something when he finally made his move. Jeez. About time.
...And wouldja look at that. He was in the perfect position to get <I>owned!
Feeling suddenly more awake, Kyran went about claiming his pieces as, conveniently, they ended up right where he needed them to. Hm. Maybe Lune really did suck after all and had just been lucky for the first few rounds. That was reassuring! Or maybe it was Kyran's turn to finally have beginner's luck! He was hoping for that one (and, once again, if he found out that Lune was only toying with him, he'd be crushed).
Suddenly, as the clothing started coming off of someone other than himself, the game wasn't so boring anymore! Especially when, finally, Lune took off his shirt! Score!
And what a nice chest it was! Lune might be self-conscious about all the scars, but Kyran was impressed. Whoa. It looked like the guy was definitely into biting and scratching, and that was always a plus! Double score! Kyran drummed his fingers on his knee absently, sweeping his eyes over Lune's chest and stomach slowly, pausing especially on the bite marks right beneath his (oh God do I have to write it?) nipple. Argh! Kyran chewed on his bottom lip, moistening his lips with his tongue. He wanted to just tackle the guy right then and there and--NO! Chess first. Right.
He was also a bit envious, too. See, Kyran just didn't scar. Sure, he had some faded ones running along his hands and arms from some unfortunate encounters with the cats he adored, but before long those, too, would be long gone. Which was also why he wasn't all too worried about the scratches on his cheek, bare arms, and still clothed legs. They wouldn't scar. They'd heal, leave a scar for a while, and then before long it would fade away, leaving fair, smooth skin in its wake. It was an incubus thing, apparently, and while many people might envy his lack of scars, Kyran was instead rather fascinated by the scars of other people. Each one told a story of some sort...and Kyran had none, like nothing had ever happened to him.
It was sort of annoying. He would have liked some awesome kinky sex-induced scars by which to remember his most scandalous escapades! It'd be fun to be able to point to a scar, smile salaciously, and say, "Oh yeah...that was an awesome night," after which he'd go on in great, intimate detail about what, exactly, had caused the scar...but, alas, he had none. How sad for him.
He only had kitty scars right now, and those weren't very sexy.
Oh well! All the better to "examine" the scars of other people! Bwahaha...
"Oh yes...much fun," Kyran answered in a near purr, still watching him. "So, Lune...where else do you have scars, and...mind if I look for them later?" he asked innocently. "I could kiss them and make them better," he added with a wink, feeling suddenly a lot more cheerful now that he was actually kicking some a--
Shit.
That was when Lune decided to knock out another pawn.
Kyran glared venomously over at Lune, half for the fact that he'd called him his "Precious Cupcake" (first he was a smooshed dog, now a cupcake?!) and half because, indeed, his winning streak seemed to have faded. But! Lune was much mistaken! Hah! He would not be getting naked yet! Oh no! Because he had been a smart cookie today and had not gone commando!
Like everyone needed to know that.
Grinning suddenly, he stood up and stuck out his tongue at Lune. Hah! He wasn't beaten yet! "Don't get ahead of yourself, Rover. I wore underwear!" he announced.
Though, luckily, he only announced that sort of thing in the privacy of an inn. Not that he really needed to announce the presence of underwear most days, though...
"And I hope you followed your own advice, because you're going down, now...in more than one way," he went on with a suggestive smile as he unlaced his breeches, slowly, taking his sweet time as he slowly bared the skin beneath. Just as slowly, he started sliding them down off his hips...eventually revealing that, yes, he did wear shorts beneath; he just wore them a bit lower to fool Lune into thinking there was nothing beneath! Smirking smugly, he kicked the breeches onto the pile of clothes he'd made and simply sat back down and crossed his legs. Cockblocked!
Speaking of which, it was his turn now, wasn't it? Hrm.
Kyran soon found that he was pulling a Lune, staring at the board for a ridiculously long time as he tried to figure out a move. Sighing, he went to pick up one pawn, reconsidered, and tapped a finger against a bishop. Argh! Nothing. There was nothing. Lune had his King protected, and Kyran's own pieces were nicely blocked in. Wherever he moved, he was doomed to lose a piece. Damn. How did Lune do that? Well...might have helped if Kyran himself knew what he was doing. He just made sure to keep his own King protected by the Queen and a few pawns, but other than that...
Picking up a pawn, he rolled it between his fingers as he thought, tapping the index finger of his free hand against his lips. Grr. Guess he just had to--
Aha! Actually...there was another way.
Keeping his face completely straight, still pretending to be deep in thought, Kyran "accidentally" dropped his pawn, which bounced on the floor at his feet before rolling beneath the table. Oops! Blinking, Kyran leaned down and reached under the table to reclaim it, though he wasn't looking beneath the table at all.
Which was why he just had to grope around blindly for the fallen pawn. And which was why he just so happened to "accidentally" overshoot his target and reach a little further, and a little higher, until, well, wouldja look at that! How on Earth did his hand manage to find it's way there! Bad hand.
"...Whoops. That's not the pawn," Kyran remarked calmly and innocently, and of course he just <I>had to stroke the still-clothed, ahem, object that his hand had just so happened to accidentally stumble upon. In fact, his hand also just so happened to linger there a little longer than what was probably necessary to determine that fact, and his eyes flickered over to Lune's face. Smiling, he allowed his fingers to trace over the inside of one thigh as he finally withdrew his hand, and a second later he resurfaced, holding up the real pawn triumphantly.
"Heh...found it!"
Of course, what Lune likely didn't know was that that had all really been a clever maneuver to quickly rearrange the pieces on the board a little while he was distracted. Yes, he was a dirty little cheater, and proud of it!
Not to mention that was an excuse to feel him up, of course. But...that wasn't the point! Indeed...dirty little cheater in more than one way...
Returning his attention to the board as though nothing had happened, he pretended to gaze over the board thoughtfully for a few minutes before finally grinning in feigned excitement and knocking out one of Lune's bishops. "So, pup...what was this about me getting naked first?" he asked huskily, arching an eyebrow and folding his arms across his chest expectantly, leaning back a little. "Well? Drop 'em."