The sunset flower. [He whispers it, paying no mind to the hand Oren claims.] Cleome Lungua.
[Smiling, he presses a kiss against Oren's cheek and grabs the alcohol.] You spoil me.
[He pushes the alcohol into Oren's hands and pulls his hand away, making for the bathroom.] Get the drinks ready. I'm going to pirate your bath. I'm vile.
[Little ass. It's a long and torturous hour indeed, but at least he's able to set up the monkey flowers around the sunset flower in a nice arrangement. He even clears the work from the bed, setting it elsewhere and readying the glasses for their alcohol. The coffee is ready but only he gets to drink it warm, and so by the time Mattias calls, he feels glad that he set him up in this way.]
Why don't you put it on? I got it for you, my dear Messiah.
Why don't I put it on? [He laughs and it rings dully through the door.] It barely fits! It's practically a tunic for how long it is! Did you grow fond of my off-the-shoulder look? This seems to be inspired by it.
I'm very fond of it, in fact. There was no growing involved.
[He loved it from the moment he saw it. He steps closer, now, until he's leaning against the wall beside the door.]
Come, now. I'd wear anything you requested of me, so why not share this favor? That's a promise, for the future. [He thinks he'll have more requests than Mattias.] Let me see you in it.
[There's a long moment of deliberation before he sighs.]
Fine. Solely for all your hard work tonight.
[A couple more minutes and the door opens. Mattias was generous with it's length. The sweater barely covers his rear, though one sleeve does slope off generously. His hair is down, curlier now that it's wet. He tucks some of it behind his ear.
Overall, it'd be an attractive sight if the arms and legs shown weren't scarred with cuts. They're largely shallow, though there are a few deeper ones on his arms. ]
[At once, he steps forward, hands moving to touch at Mattias' waist as he spins around him. It's a half circle that brings him to his front, standing far too close-- or just close enough? He smiles as he looks up at him, though his eyes eventually wander down. And as fingertips brush down to the ends of the sweater, Oren is forced to take a step back.]
Aside from how scratched up you've managed to get, that is. Come.
[Reaching forward, he takes Mattias' hand and guides him to the bed, setting him down and pouring out their alcohol before shoving a glass his way.
Once that's been passed off, he's moving across the room for the medkit, shuffling through it for what he needs. The cuts are likely all cleaned now, but he aims to bandage to bigger ones and see what smaller ones might need ointment or a small bandage for themselves.]
Your legs, and your shoulders. [He says it out of nowhere while his back is still turned to Mattias, gathering bandages.] They're favorites of mine, and this accents them.
[Mattias watches Oren's fingers with baited breath, his own hands settling on Oren's hips before he turns away. With a short outcry, he follows Oren to the bed. He's only placated when the alcohol is shoved his way, sipping at it while watching Oren meander about.
Goddess, he's got a wonderful ass.]
I'm flattered. But tell me, what accents do you speak of? The cuts? Or this poor excuse for coverage?
[While Oren's not looking, he raises the hem of the sweater, showing just what he means.]
Do you truly believe I'd oggle your wounds? It's the length, certainly. You look good.
[He turns, supplies in his hands as he approaches. Eyes the length of his sweater and sits beside him, knees shifting up on the bed with him.]
Aside from the scratches. Come, let me see the worst ones first. [He reaches out, taking his free hand in his. It's a tender touch that has him walking fingertips up along the length of his arm, ending only at the first deeper cut and beginning his work at that.]
[He smiles at the compliment, sitting up straighter and brushing aside a lock of hair. His eyes don't leave Oren's fingers as they traipse up his arm and he laughs when Oren merely bandages it.]
You're an awful tease.
[It's the only comment he makes, entranced by Oren's work. It's only after he's halfway done that he smiles again.]
I do wonder where you learned this. It seems far from a prince's knowledge.
[Taking an hour for cleaning, honestly. He smiles though as he looks down, continuing his work a little more carefully. Mattias' question brings up plenty of old memories that both make him smile and twist in his gut, but he chooses his words carefully.]
Caravans. Since I was a child, I'd go on many, leading them once I was old enough. You'd be surprised of a Prince's knowledge.
[He repeats it like it's difficult for him to think of anything, backing off from the pride of his earlier comment and falling into an almost bashful humbleness. He finishes that bandage, patting it to indicate his finish and reaching across for the next.]
Survival skills, perhaps? I suppose those paid off well enough. Ah, but my combat! [He brightens the slightest bit with a small laugh.]
I knew well enough to hold a record over Ahl. We'd each train, and we'd practice together. She was absolutely furious at each of my victories. I'd knock her over, and she'd be up in an instant to try and shove me over myself.
I can't tell you how many of our bouts ended in wrestling.
[Mattias sips at his drink, smiling over the rim of the glass not only at the tale but at Oren's accompanying laugh. He volunteers his other hand without resistance.]
Funny. Did all your battle prowess fade away? I've never seen you practice. You've even refused to run with me. Have you been practicing in secret? I'd love to watch.
[It's hard to tailor his way through the conversation. There are too many questions he wants to ask. Details about their training, his relationship with Ahl, the simple joys of his childhood. But it all feels restricted. Personal enough to bring up the demon in Oren. Best to leave it be for now.]
[There's another small laugh at that, but this time it tapers out at the end. It's an incredibly open sound, even with its implications.]
No, though I suppose I should be, even now. But practicing only brings such tense feelings to mind.
[He cleans, bandages, wraps tenderly, letting himself get lost in the motions of it rather than look at Mattias. There are too many reasons for his father to be disappointed in him, too many ways that his mother could leak more scorn.]
I don't very much enjoy it. And the standards held for me are above what I can reach.
[He glances up now, when the tension in his words becomes a little too high for comfort. Now, his words are gently nudging, joking.] Now I've spoken myself up and you've gone and called me out on it, Mattias. How embarrassing! I wouldn't be much to watch.
[He chases after that peck of a kiss, smiling when Mattias slips away completely. Those distracting words are pleasing in one sense and nagging in another. He wonders why Mattias refuses to dig further into his open comments. Why he holds back and changes the subject.]
Oh? Would it be attractive to you, to see me fumble with a sword? [It's hardly fumbling, but he talks himself down for the look of it.]
For that, I may reconsider.
[Finishing with that second deep wound, he releases Mattias' arm and drops his own hand to his thigh, touching lightly just beneath the hem of his shirt. All these cuts he has to deal with, next! Each and every one, he thinks.
[His breath catches when Oren alights on his thigh and eases out when it slips away. He could've held it there. Captured it with his own and guided it upwards, but there are more important matters to attend to.]
Oh, no.
[He does catch Oren's hand, but only to guide his drink into it.] First, this. You'll not leave me drinking alone. That's much too lonely a fate for me.
[He raises the glass to Oren's lips, leaning forward as he slowly tips it.] Come now, drink up.
[The motion is surprisingly endearing, as many things with Mattias have become, lately. He doesn't think past that, smiling a bit as he drinks the liquid-- it has nowhere else to go, after all. A free hand does raise to touch Mattias' palm when he's had a long enough drink, and he laughs a little into it.]
From your glass? Do you plan to have me drunk? [He teases, gently pressing it back at Mattias.] I cannot resist such temptation.
But all the same, I'd like to inspect each of these cuts for myself...
[In example, once he's forced the alcohol back on Mattias, he leans over him and ducks his head down. His lips brush against one of the light cuts on his inner thigh, pressing a faint kiss. Teasing hints at what's to come. Perhaps once they've had another glass.]
[Breath comes short as Oren leans down, stilling completely when his lips press against the cut. He spreads his legs without thinking, hoping to encourage, hoping for more. The touch is too light to go unsavored.]
And... what method have you for inspecting them, dear prince?
[His voice is heavy with interest and his eyes are edged with lust.]
You've such comprehensive knowledge of the healing arts, I fear this technique has slipped from my learning. I would be... [He wets his lips. Smirks the smallest bit.] ... grateful if you showed me more.
[This time, he reaches over to the table beside the bed for his own glass. He takes a good sip before setting it back down, making a show of licking his own lips as he nudges the rest of the bandages out of the way. Hands move eagerly to Mattias' hips, curling and pinching at the cloth of the sweater as he urges him to shift. To lay more completely on the bed, sitting up against the pillows.
And then he's moving, as well. Knees between Mattias' legs, eyes dragging up from those bare thighs to the sweater that barely conceals. It's incredibly arousing, but he forces his own breathing steady, a small smile playing at his lips as he ducks down.]
I'll show you.
[The next kiss he places is a little further up, threateningly close to what the sweater barely manages to hide. Spread legs make it easier to open his mouth and kiss deeper, more like one between lips-- and then he sucks at the area of skin clear between cuts. Doesn't hold back in kissing so deeply at his thigh, aiming to mark it as he hums in 'focus.']
[When Oren presses, he eases back, eyes never leaving him as he lays down. The pillows prop him up, angle him into a better view that leaves his heart drumming in his ears.
It's the smile that does it, he thinks. That quick thing that speaks to Oren's intentions and the motives behind them. The need to mark Mattias as his own, to engrave signs onto his skin that any man who gets close can see. It's a warning and a mark of property. A profession of love and a way to remember. Oren would always be there for him because he was his.
When the kiss finally starts, Mattias sucks in a breath and exhales as long as the kiss continues. Tentative hands thread through Oren's hair, fingering the curls as he watches, intent on watching every moment.]
[Oren can feel the way he drives Mattias' every move. The holding of his breath, the relaxing, the eager stares and the curling of fingers in his hair. He loves it, and his motions reward for it. As he kisses deeper, nipping in hopes that such a sensitive area will grant Mattias feeling, one of his arms snakes under a thigh.
Fingers press to the back of it, sliding upwards beneath the hem of his sweater and groping shamelessly at the parts of his ass he can get to with him sitting like this. He takes his time with it. It's all about the slow drag and grabbing of fingers and nails and his tongue over skin between sucking.
When he's successfully bruised Mattias in a circle of brown, he smiles over it with a slow exhale.]
I don't believe one will be enough. I should give you more... [His eyes shift up, and he makes a show of his position, free hand moving to touch the other thigh. It's like he's ready to leap at every inch of Mattias' skin.] What do you think?
[For a moment, he walks in heaven. The world around the bed fades away and all that's left is the soft push of the covers on his skin, the ease with which his back sinks into the pillows and the slow delicacy of Oren's mouth.
He could spend forever like this and it makes Oren's query seem odd. As if he couldn't already predict the answer, the stunned way in which he nods. Perhaps what he was searching for was more than that? Perhaps his question was a cue for something more.
So, on a whisper:]
Yes.
[He wants to be tasted, devoured by Oren. Wants to see his thighs covered, a minefield of bruises and love. Wants to be touched like a ghost and kissed like royalty. And the hands at his backâwell, he angles his hips up for those.
Oren's already enjoyed the appetizer, why not give him the full meal?]
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Date: 2015-05-19 07:41 am (UTC)[Smiling, he presses a kiss against Oren's cheek and grabs the alcohol.] You spoil me.
[He pushes the alcohol into Oren's hands and pulls his hand away, making for the bathroom.] Get the drinks ready. I'm going to pirate your bath. I'm vile.
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Date: 2015-05-19 07:47 am (UTC)[He laughs, though, taking the alcohol and standing straight as he eyes Mattias.]
Don't keep me waiting too long or I'll begin without you. [He won't, but.]
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Date: 2015-05-19 07:51 am (UTC)I'll be sure to make it as long and torturous as possible!
[He's true to his word, taking a full hour before he calls again, muffled from behind the bathroom door.]
Oren? Where are the towels? Why is there only this sweater here?
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Date: 2015-05-19 07:56 am (UTC)Why don't you put it on? I got it for you, my dear Messiah.
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Date: 2015-05-19 08:02 am (UTC)[He loved it from the moment he saw it. He steps closer, now, until he's leaning against the wall beside the door.]
Come, now. I'd wear anything you requested of me, so why not share this favor? That's a promise, for the future. [He thinks he'll have more requests than Mattias.] Let me see you in it.
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Date: 2015-05-19 08:07 am (UTC)Fine. Solely for all your hard work tonight.
[A couple more minutes and the door opens. Mattias was generous with it's length. The sweater barely covers his rear, though one sleeve does slope off generously. His hair is down, curlier now that it's wet. He tucks some of it behind his ear.
Overall, it'd be an attractive sight if the arms and legs shown weren't scarred with cuts. They're largely shallow, though there are a few deeper ones on his arms. ]
Are you pleased?
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Date: 2015-05-19 08:13 am (UTC)[At once, he steps forward, hands moving to touch at Mattias' waist as he spins around him. It's a half circle that brings him to his front, standing far too close-- or just close enough? He smiles as he looks up at him, though his eyes eventually wander down. And as fingertips brush down to the ends of the sweater, Oren is forced to take a step back.]
Aside from how scratched up you've managed to get, that is. Come.
[Reaching forward, he takes Mattias' hand and guides him to the bed, setting him down and pouring out their alcohol before shoving a glass his way.
Once that's been passed off, he's moving across the room for the medkit, shuffling through it for what he needs. The cuts are likely all cleaned now, but he aims to bandage to bigger ones and see what smaller ones might need ointment or a small bandage for themselves.]
Your legs, and your shoulders. [He says it out of nowhere while his back is still turned to Mattias, gathering bandages.] They're favorites of mine, and this accents them.
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Date: 2015-05-20 04:46 am (UTC)Goddess, he's got a wonderful ass.]
I'm flattered. But tell me, what accents do you speak of? The cuts? Or this poor excuse for coverage?
[While Oren's not looking, he raises the hem of the sweater, showing just what he means.]
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Date: 2015-05-20 05:07 am (UTC)[He turns, supplies in his hands as he approaches. Eyes the length of his sweater and sits beside him, knees shifting up on the bed with him.]
Aside from the scratches. Come, let me see the worst ones first. [He reaches out, taking his free hand in his. It's a tender touch that has him walking fingertips up along the length of his arm, ending only at the first deeper cut and beginning his work at that.]
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Date: 2015-05-20 05:36 am (UTC)You're an awful tease.
[It's the only comment he makes, entranced by Oren's work. It's only after he's halfway done that he smiles again.]
I do wonder where you learned this. It seems far from a prince's knowledge.
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Date: 2015-05-20 05:45 am (UTC)[Taking an hour for cleaning, honestly. He smiles though as he looks down, continuing his work a little more carefully. Mattias' question brings up plenty of old memories that both make him smile and twist in his gut, but he chooses his words carefully.]
Caravans. Since I was a child, I'd go on many, leading them once I was old enough. You'd be surprised of a Prince's knowledge.
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Date: 2015-05-20 05:53 am (UTC)[Small as Oren's smile is, it delights him. Stirs a warmth in him that makes him want to move close, lean against him.]
What else does the Prince know?
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Date: 2015-05-20 06:10 am (UTC)[He repeats it like it's difficult for him to think of anything, backing off from the pride of his earlier comment and falling into an almost bashful humbleness. He finishes that bandage, patting it to indicate his finish and reaching across for the next.]
Survival skills, perhaps? I suppose those paid off well enough. Ah, but my combat! [He brightens the slightest bit with a small laugh.]
I knew well enough to hold a record over Ahl. We'd each train, and we'd practice together. She was absolutely furious at each of my victories. I'd knock her over, and she'd be up in an instant to try and shove me over myself.
I can't tell you how many of our bouts ended in wrestling.
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Date: 2015-05-21 03:01 am (UTC)Funny. Did all your battle prowess fade away? I've never seen you practice. You've even refused to run with me. Have you been practicing in secret? I'd love to watch.
[It's hard to tailor his way through the conversation. There are too many questions he wants to ask. Details about their training, his relationship with Ahl, the simple joys of his childhood. But it all feels restricted. Personal enough to bring up the demon in Oren. Best to leave it be for now.]
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Date: 2015-05-21 03:32 am (UTC)No, though I suppose I should be, even now. But practicing only brings such tense feelings to mind.
[He cleans, bandages, wraps tenderly, letting himself get lost in the motions of it rather than look at Mattias. There are too many reasons for his father to be disappointed in him, too many ways that his mother could leak more scorn.]
I don't very much enjoy it. And the standards held for me are above what I can reach.
[He glances up now, when the tension in his words becomes a little too high for comfort. Now, his words are gently nudging, joking.] Now I've spoken myself up and you've gone and called me out on it, Mattias. How embarrassing! I wouldn't be much to watch.
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Date: 2015-05-21 04:10 am (UTC)[The glance offers him a chance to lean forward. He gives him a peck on the lips, wiggling forward.]
You're very entertaining. I dare say I could watch you do anything. Though I don't promise it would be with innocent intentions.
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Date: 2015-05-21 04:27 am (UTC)Oh? Would it be attractive to you, to see me fumble with a sword? [It's hardly fumbling, but he talks himself down for the look of it.]
For that, I may reconsider.
[Finishing with that second deep wound, he releases Mattias' arm and drops his own hand to his thigh, touching lightly just beneath the hem of his shirt. All these cuts he has to deal with, next! Each and every one, he thinks.
He hasn't even touched his own alcohol.]
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Date: 2015-05-21 04:34 am (UTC)Oh, no.
[He does catch Oren's hand, but only to guide his drink into it.] First, this. You'll not leave me drinking alone. That's much too lonely a fate for me.
[He raises the glass to Oren's lips, leaning forward as he slowly tips it.] Come now, drink up.
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Date: 2015-05-21 04:50 am (UTC)From your glass? Do you plan to have me drunk? [He teases, gently pressing it back at Mattias.] I cannot resist such temptation.
But all the same, I'd like to inspect each of these cuts for myself...
[In example, once he's forced the alcohol back on Mattias, he leans over him and ducks his head down. His lips brush against one of the light cuts on his inner thigh, pressing a faint kiss. Teasing hints at what's to come. Perhaps once they've had another glass.]
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Date: 2015-05-21 06:21 am (UTC)And... what method have you for inspecting them, dear prince?
[His voice is heavy with interest and his eyes are edged with lust.]
You've such comprehensive knowledge of the healing arts, I fear this technique has slipped from my learning. I would be... [He wets his lips. Smirks the smallest bit.] ... grateful if you showed me more.
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Date: 2015-05-21 06:31 am (UTC)[This time, he reaches over to the table beside the bed for his own glass. He takes a good sip before setting it back down, making a show of licking his own lips as he nudges the rest of the bandages out of the way. Hands move eagerly to Mattias' hips, curling and pinching at the cloth of the sweater as he urges him to shift. To lay more completely on the bed, sitting up against the pillows.
And then he's moving, as well. Knees between Mattias' legs, eyes dragging up from those bare thighs to the sweater that barely conceals. It's incredibly arousing, but he forces his own breathing steady, a small smile playing at his lips as he ducks down.]
I'll show you.
[The next kiss he places is a little further up, threateningly close to what the sweater barely manages to hide. Spread legs make it easier to open his mouth and kiss deeper, more like one between lips-- and then he sucks at the area of skin clear between cuts. Doesn't hold back in kissing so deeply at his thigh, aiming to mark it as he hums in 'focus.']
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Date: 2015-05-21 06:47 am (UTC)It's the smile that does it, he thinks. That quick thing that speaks to Oren's intentions and the motives behind them. The need to mark Mattias as his own, to engrave signs onto his skin that any man who gets close can see. It's a warning and a mark of property. A profession of love and a way to remember. Oren would always be there for him because he was his.
When the kiss finally starts, Mattias sucks in a breath and exhales as long as the kiss continues. Tentative hands thread through Oren's hair, fingering the curls as he watches, intent on watching every moment.]
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Date: 2015-05-21 06:58 am (UTC)Fingers press to the back of it, sliding upwards beneath the hem of his sweater and groping shamelessly at the parts of his ass he can get to with him sitting like this. He takes his time with it. It's all about the slow drag and grabbing of fingers and nails and his tongue over skin between sucking.
When he's successfully bruised Mattias in a circle of brown, he smiles over it with a slow exhale.]
I don't believe one will be enough. I should give you more... [His eyes shift up, and he makes a show of his position, free hand moving to touch the other thigh. It's like he's ready to leap at every inch of Mattias' skin.] What do you think?
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Date: 2015-05-21 07:28 am (UTC)He could spend forever like this and it makes Oren's query seem odd. As if he couldn't already predict the answer, the stunned way in which he nods. Perhaps what he was searching for was more than that? Perhaps his question was a cue for something more.
So, on a whisper:]
Yes.
[He wants to be tasted, devoured by Oren. Wants to see his thighs covered, a minefield of bruises and love. Wants to be touched like a ghost and kissed like royalty. And the hands at his backâwell, he angles his hips up for those.
Oren's already enjoyed the appetizer, why not give him the full meal?]
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