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plasticasshole) wrote2017-04-30 10:14 am
plasticasshole) wrote2017-04-30 10:14 am
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Well... I hope that you get to see him again, for what it's worth. Though I'd certainly miss you if you left.
[He means it sincerely, and picks up his violin to play a few notes.]
[He means it sincerely, and picks up his violin to play a few notes.]
Ugh. C'moooooon, Connor. Take the stick out of your ass. Sandwiches aren't munchies! They're healthy and booooooooring!
[Wait, wasn't Rich supposed to be the one looking after Connor? When did it turn out to be the other way around?]
[Wait, wasn't Rich supposed to be the one looking after Connor? When did it turn out to be the other way around?]
I hope so too. I... uh, I was actually supposed to take him to prom before I ended up here. I'd feel like an ass if I didn't get to keep that promise, you know?
[Connor... might not know what prom is, but Rich should probably focus on playing music with Connor right now. He starts strumming a harmony to the notes Connor plays, attempting to encourage him to improvise again.]
[Connor... might not know what prom is, but Rich should probably focus on playing music with Connor right now. He starts strumming a harmony to the notes Connor plays, attempting to encourage him to improvise again.]
[He doesn't really know what it is, but he'll assume it's either a place or a formal event.]
I'm sure he wouldn't blame you.
[Connor takes the hint though, playing a little more and finding he's enjoying it more like this. Learning music is nice, but he doesn't have to worry about being perfect like this.]
I'm sure he wouldn't blame you.
[Connor takes the hint though, playing a little more and finding he's enjoying it more like this. Learning music is nice, but he doesn't have to worry about being perfect like this.]
I don't have a stick in my ass. And it sounds like you're saying you want junk food.
[But... you know what, he can't actually be bothered to argue against it. Besides-]
We don't have any in the house. It would only tempt Hank.
[But... you know what, he can't actually be bothered to argue against it. Besides-]
We don't have any in the house. It would only tempt Hank.
I know he wouldn't, but I mean, I'd still be pissed to miss out on it, you know? It's kinda a bullshit popularity contest, but it's also kind of a big deal, in a weird way that I don't just want to ignore? It's complicated to explain, I guess.
[Rich is happy to just talk and play like this. Like there isn't the weird strain between the two of them. Rich can't forget it, but maybe he can sort of put it aside for a while...]
[Rich is happy to just talk and play like this. Like there isn't the weird strain between the two of them. Rich can't forget it, but maybe he can sort of put it aside for a while...]
There's nothing wrong with treating yourself once in a while! Ugh, c'mon. Let's go get something then! I want snacks!
[Two stoned people stumbling into a market. What could possibly go wrong there?]
[Two stoned people stumbling into a market. What could possibly go wrong there?]
[Connor lets out a breath intended to steel himself, and gets to his feet. Okay, it's not so bad... he can probably do this. No, he will do this.]
Fine.
[But he's going to point out all of the carbs and sugar and salt in everything Rich picks up, in some vain attempt to dissuade him from actually eating it.]
I'll follow you.
Fine.
[But he's going to point out all of the carbs and sugar and salt in everything Rich picks up, in some vain attempt to dissuade him from actually eating it.]
I'll follow you.
It's important to you both, that's what matters.
[He seems to grow more confident with his playing, but he still keeps it from overpowering the guitar. They sound good together, after all. He wishes he and Rich could talk like this more often, but he doesn't doubt that as soon as he leaves this shop things will go back to being awkward between them.]
[He seems to grow more confident with his playing, but he still keeps it from overpowering the guitar. They sound good together, after all. He wishes he and Rich could talk like this more often, but he doesn't doubt that as soon as he leaves this shop things will go back to being awkward between them.]
[Gee, Connor, wonder why that is. Couldn't have anything to do with you marrying the SQUIP, right?
Rich is trying to keep that out of his head, though, focusing on the playing instead, humming under his breath. It seems like his creative energy is flowing again, and he may be thinking of lyrics to the song they're playing.]
Rich is trying to keep that out of his head, though, focusing on the playing instead, humming under his breath. It seems like his creative energy is flowing again, and he may be thinking of lyrics to the song they're playing.]
Alright, awesome! Let's go find some... fucking Victorian junk food, I guess!
[He at least knows there are cookies at bakeries... some people have to be selling old timey potato chips, right? Rich gets up and starts jogging for the door. Maybe his energy will at least help him burn off the calories?]
[He at least knows there are cookies at bakeries... some people have to be selling old timey potato chips, right? Rich gets up and starts jogging for the door. Maybe his energy will at least help him burn off the calories?]
Great.
[Connor follows as promised, feeling more like he's floating along after him. He hopes Rich doesn't buy a lot, but... what can he do to stop him? Rich does what he wants.]
Can you at least get some fruit as well...?
[Connor follows as promised, feeling more like he's floating along after him. He hopes Rich doesn't buy a lot, but... what can he do to stop him? Rich does what he wants.]
Can you at least get some fruit as well...?
[Connor pulls back from the kiss slightly, and gives Michael a reassuring smile.]
It’s alright. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.
[But the fact remains that Michael is hard against his hand, and Connor can’t help wanting to move it along. He’s used to things being... easier.]
How about we move to my room? You’ll be more comfortable there. We can just kiss... and if you want more, you can let me know.
It’s alright. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.
[But the fact remains that Michael is hard against his hand, and Connor can’t help wanting to move it along. He’s used to things being... easier.]
How about we move to my room? You’ll be more comfortable there. We can just kiss... and if you want more, you can let me know.
[ Michael's heart gives a ka-thump at that smile. He fidgets with the sleeves of his hoodie. ]
Sorry I'm being so awkward. [ An apologetic smile given up through dark lashes. ]
I hadn't mentally prepared myself, I guess.
[He has spent the last however many years since he hit puberty telling himself that he would get a boyfriend when he got to college. That was the goalposts. He was so convinced of it that he accidentally convinced himself that it would never happen sooner than that.
Not that Connor is asking to go steady but the point remains. Michael takes a breath to calm himself, but the thrill of everything still has him jittery. ]
You're really hot...
Sorry I'm being so awkward. [ An apologetic smile given up through dark lashes. ]
I hadn't mentally prepared myself, I guess.
[He has spent the last however many years since he hit puberty telling himself that he would get a boyfriend when he got to college. That was the goalposts. He was so convinced of it that he accidentally convinced himself that it would never happen sooner than that.
Not that Connor is asking to go steady but the point remains. Michael takes a breath to calm himself, but the thrill of everything still has him jittery. ]
You're really hot...
Don’t worry, okay? Everything is fine.
[Connor’s smile widens at the compliment, and he pulls back to lead Michael by the hand to his bedroom.]
You’re quite attractive yourself.
[He gives Michael a wink, closing the door behind them. His room is clean, with a desk at one end and his large bed in the centre of the room. A fish tank sits on a cabinet beside the bed, with a single blue betta fish swimming around in it. There’s a shelf on the wall by the desk, with a closed engraved box sitting on top of it. Otherwise, the room is pristine.
He kicks his shoes off and climbs onto the bed, urging Michael to do the same by patting the space beside him.]
[Connor’s smile widens at the compliment, and he pulls back to lead Michael by the hand to his bedroom.]
You’re quite attractive yourself.
[He gives Michael a wink, closing the door behind them. His room is clean, with a desk at one end and his large bed in the centre of the room. A fish tank sits on a cabinet beside the bed, with a single blue betta fish swimming around in it. There’s a shelf on the wall by the desk, with a closed engraved box sitting on top of it. Otherwise, the room is pristine.
He kicks his shoes off and climbs onto the bed, urging Michael to do the same by patting the space beside him.]
Wow, I'm gay
[ Michael whispers, mostly to himself, as he feels a wave of dizziness spin the world. That wink is a lethal weapon, sir, how dare you.
The return compliment has him giggling, or maybe it's a hiccup. Hard to say. Either way he follows obediently, as enthralled by Connor as if he'd used a siren song on him.
He steps out of his high tops and crawls up onto Connor's bed. Yep. Here he is, Michael Mell, in another man's bed, with a hard-on. This is Fine. He squirms to adjust, trying to get more comfortable.
Warm. Too warm. He hesitates a moment, then peels his hoodie off and drapes it over the footboard. He's just in a tank top underneath, but he feels as if his skin is flushed everywhere. ]
[ Michael whispers, mostly to himself, as he feels a wave of dizziness spin the world. That wink is a lethal weapon, sir, how dare you.
The return compliment has him giggling, or maybe it's a hiccup. Hard to say. Either way he follows obediently, as enthralled by Connor as if he'd used a siren song on him.
He steps out of his high tops and crawls up onto Connor's bed. Yep. Here he is, Michael Mell, in another man's bed, with a hard-on. This is Fine. He squirms to adjust, trying to get more comfortable.
Warm. Too warm. He hesitates a moment, then peels his hoodie off and drapes it over the footboard. He's just in a tank top underneath, but he feels as if his skin is flushed everywhere. ]
[Moving closer, Connor trails his fingers up and down Michael’s back. Then he gently urges Michael to lay down, settling beside him and leaning in to kiss him again. He brushes his fingertips gently over Michael’s cheek as he does, trying to relax him.
He keeps the kisses soft despite that lingering urge to kiss harder, and only parts his lips again after a good minute of warming Michael up to it. He wonders how far he has gone. That would be useful information.]
He keeps the kisses soft despite that lingering urge to kiss harder, and only parts his lips again after a good minute of warming Michael up to it. He wonders how far he has gone. That would be useful information.]
[ Mmm, goosebumps. Michael feels a pleasant little shiver from that touch, reaching out to sort of pinch the hem of Connor's clothes. He couldn't really say why he did it, but his instinct demand he grab.
He's a cuddler, so he should think of something to do with his hands, right? Right. Michael remembers this, as Connor encourages him to lay down, as thrilling and intimidating as that is. Still he reaches out and rests a slightly less hesitant hand on Connor's side, fingers lightly tapping a rhythm against him.
This time he isn't startled, and he eases into the kiss better. He makes a soft little noise when Connor deepens the kiss this time, soft and shy with just the slightest brush of tongue.
Not very far at all, Connor. ]
He's a cuddler, so he should think of something to do with his hands, right? Right. Michael remembers this, as Connor encourages him to lay down, as thrilling and intimidating as that is. Still he reaches out and rests a slightly less hesitant hand on Connor's side, fingers lightly tapping a rhythm against him.
This time he isn't startled, and he eases into the kiss better. He makes a soft little noise when Connor deepens the kiss this time, soft and shy with just the slightest brush of tongue.
Not very far at all, Connor. ]
[It’s endearing in its own way, at least. Michael is shy and giggly and Connor hasn’t really been with someone like that yet. He keeps it to kissing for now, though his hand does find Michael’s side, the fingers sliding up underneath his tank top to rest against his skin.
He’s also starting to wonder just how far he’s actually going to get here. Probably not as far as he wants... but he can at least show Michael a good time.]
He’s also starting to wonder just how far he’s actually going to get here. Probably not as far as he wants... but he can at least show Michael a good time.]
Hmm... well, I guess I could try. Strawberry shortcake counts as a fruit, right?
[There are tons of desserts in the bakeries. Rich is going to buy all of them. And then stuff every last one in his face.]
[There are tons of desserts in the bakeries. Rich is going to buy all of them. And then stuff every last one in his face.]
No, it doesn't.
[He is so tired. He follows Rich down to the nearest bakery, barely taking any notice of his surroundings- which is the opposite of how he usually operates. Right now though, he doesn't think he can process everything.]
[He is so tired. He follows Rich down to the nearest bakery, barely taking any notice of his surroundings- which is the opposite of how he usually operates. Right now though, he doesn't think he can process everything.]
[Connor fully expected Judar to sit up again at this point. He enjoys the feel of lips on his skin though, and he lets him undo his belt and work on his zipper. The jeans were obscuring it somewhat, but with them open it's obvious he's getting worked up, too.
Though Connor will easily switch depending on his partner's preferences, he ultimately prefers to be on the bottom. Still, at this point he's used to other people preferring the same thing, and just defaults to assuming he's going to be topping. It's easier. So as he pushes his jeans and underwear over his hips, stepping out of them, he hums thoughtfully.]
What were you hoping for?
[Being on the same page is actually pretty important, so... while Connor climbs onto the bed beside Judar and moves behind him, kissing his neck, he'll let him state what he wants out of this. Connor will go either way.]
Though Connor will easily switch depending on his partner's preferences, he ultimately prefers to be on the bottom. Still, at this point he's used to other people preferring the same thing, and just defaults to assuming he's going to be topping. It's easier. So as he pushes his jeans and underwear over his hips, stepping out of them, he hums thoughtfully.]
What were you hoping for?
[Being on the same page is actually pretty important, so... while Connor climbs onto the bed beside Judar and moves behind him, kissing his neck, he'll let him state what he wants out of this. Connor will go either way.]
[ Ah, the kissing on the neck is rather nice. Nice enough that the barbed fins start trying to raise and fan up- stopped mostly because Connor was there. This served as a good moment to learn about the choker, however. Pulling at the front with the ruby, the seam along the back of his neck, obscured by all the shaggy hair, spread apart as the jewelry stretched and was pulled off. Which exposed the skin, along with more of those scales and slender gills- having the faint glow, but no decorative flaps coming off them, and obviously not needed to be used, so looking more like raised scars for the time. ]
Well, if you're the type that likes to top, you'll have to deal with me challenging that a lot... So unless you're determined, it'll be easier to give that position to me.
[ Aside from him already having a nature that challenged those kinds of things, there was just something about this moon that was really pushing the aggression and dominance. Which is why he was so ready to fight. ]
Well, if you're the type that likes to top, you'll have to deal with me challenging that a lot... So unless you're determined, it'll be easier to give that position to me.
[ Aside from him already having a nature that challenged those kinds of things, there was just something about this moon that was really pushing the aggression and dominance. Which is why he was so ready to fight. ]
Will it?
[He can’t help but eye the choker as it comes off, but he doesn’t try to snatch it. What would he do, sprint down the street naked with it?]
Well, if you insist...
[He can’t promise he won’t be a bossy bottom, but he’ll hold off from trying to top, in that case. His hand snake around to Judar’s front, his fingers trailing down his chest. The scales on his hands, a bright orange and blue, are also on his feet and calves. His gills are closed on his ribs, making it hard to see them.]
The kitchens come with basic supplies. They should have cooking oil.
[Since they’re not going to magically find any other kind of lubricant here.]
[He can’t help but eye the choker as it comes off, but he doesn’t try to snatch it. What would he do, sprint down the street naked with it?]
Well, if you insist...
[He can’t promise he won’t be a bossy bottom, but he’ll hold off from trying to top, in that case. His hand snake around to Judar’s front, his fingers trailing down his chest. The scales on his hands, a bright orange and blue, are also on his feet and calves. His gills are closed on his ribs, making it hard to see them.]
The kitchens come with basic supplies. They should have cooking oil.
[Since they’re not going to magically find any other kind of lubricant here.]
[ Even more, would he do that when there were still two lovely, matching bracers? It didn't seem like Judar was about to take those off. It'd be an incomplete set.
His fingers were just starting to toy and tap along Connor's hand, ready to flip around. Until that bit of information came out. So he huffed out a laugh, twisting a little to make it easy to rest an arm around the guy. ]
Guess we should've made a stop along the way. That's what happens when we go to empty houses.
[ He hasn't shown the dominating side, having decided to just enjoy the companionship before, but there were some signs that would come out, now that that was discussed. Now, while gently taking the hand on his chest, he turns a little bit more before shoving the guy back and more against the mattress. Just before starting to get up. ]
Cooking oil it is. I'll be back.
[ Said with a light smack against the scaled thigh before he got off the bed. Hey, at least it'll be a nice view of him walking away and back. Though, in a need for constant touching and keeping busy, he'll be harder coming back than when he left, even casually stroking himself along the way with no shame. ]
His fingers were just starting to toy and tap along Connor's hand, ready to flip around. Until that bit of information came out. So he huffed out a laugh, twisting a little to make it easy to rest an arm around the guy. ]
Guess we should've made a stop along the way. That's what happens when we go to empty houses.
[ He hasn't shown the dominating side, having decided to just enjoy the companionship before, but there were some signs that would come out, now that that was discussed. Now, while gently taking the hand on his chest, he turns a little bit more before shoving the guy back and more against the mattress. Just before starting to get up. ]
Cooking oil it is. I'll be back.
[ Said with a light smack against the scaled thigh before he got off the bed. Hey, at least it'll be a nice view of him walking away and back. Though, in a need for constant touching and keeping busy, he'll be harder coming back than when he left, even casually stroking himself along the way with no shame. ]
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