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[ stephen lingers comfortably in the mutual scrutiny, but there’s a corner of his mind, small and traitorous, that realizes that if hakkyuu were his normal self--if the events from the festival hadn’t taken place--they’d be talking right now. shooting the shit, maybe, both sex and conversation so easy that neither would feel parenthetical, one looping into the other until exhaustion took them both.

he doesn’t have the time stone anymore, so there’s no vision of the future that promises him anything of the sort. the sudden uneasy sense of loss is a skin-deep frisson that he’s quick to dismiss. he reaches over to set the glass down on the nightstand--

and toes his shoes off, one oxford and then the next, reaching up to pull the tie loose at last. his trousers are light enough that it’s not hard to see his erection has only partly flagged, but there’s a damp spot from having been hard for so long. ]

Still with me, kid?

[The only frame of reference Hakkyuu has for how these sorts of things are supposed to go are from Vrenille sharing various encounters with clients. The good, the bad, the really fucking weird, and the incredibly gross. But he doesn't really know what moments like this are supposed to be like, what they're meant to feel like, if he's supposed to feel so utterly captivated.

He doesn't know that there would be some relaxed chuckling through the hard breathes here, some light teasing, some beckoning. He doesn't know that Stephen's tie would have already been thoroughly abused by now, all scrunched up in a fist, fingers in the knot to keep it from slipping with either slow downward temptation or forceful, demanding tugs.

There's just no frame of reference because his memory only has faded memories of Stephen's responses, not what was said to elicit them.

The question though gets a soft huff of amusement as he tips his head back against the plush bed.]

Where else would I be?

[Where indeed. If contemporary Hakkyuu's recent actions are anything to go by, he'd be putting distance between himself and Stephen. So, not here, probably.]

You’d be surprised.

[ he’s shrugging off the suit jacket last, tossing it towards the armchair he was in before. the tie hangs slackly beneath the pressed collar of his shirt. he leans back on one hand when he’s just in shirtsleeves, feet on the floor, takes a long breath.

and then he shifts a little, reaches a hand back, cards hakkyuu’s sweat-matted hair back from his head. looks, for a second, at the red trailing over his scarred fingertips. ]

Don’t get too cozy.

Why, you about to send me off to grab takeout?

[It's said so casually yet in conjunction with a slight upward lean toward Stephen's hand and tilting back to follow the crest of the touch as far back as he can manage to keep it with half-lidded eyes.

Everything smells so keenly like him in a way he's not so used to, sex hanging in the air like sticky summer heat and Stephen's restraint downright herculean at this point as he lets his head flop to the side and peer up at him with assessing brown eyes.

Stephen's not so scary now. Especially after his tongue has just been swirling and probing between Hakkyuu's cheeks like that. The plateau of inexperienced fear has surely been reached by now.]

[ without the full effect of the suit stephen knows he’s at least a little less intimidating: just a man, and men can be unraveled. he quirks another half-smile down at hakkyuu, drags his faintly unsteady fingers in a slow spine-tingling scratch over his scalp--but really, it’s just a pet. ]

I can’t bend you over if you fall asleep.

[Oh. Well that sure is a hint of something that later will make up a pretty important, very dog-eared part of Hakkyuu's sexual lexicon, the slight contrast of the soft with something a little sharper making him arch right back to chase after that sensation until he's effectively sitting with his hands propping him up against the bed to stare up the length of Stephen's body toward his face. He looks larger from that angle, though it's probably a trick of the perspective. ]

I'm not falling asleep.

[It's a very petulant grumble about the least important part of what Stephen's said.]

Just saying.

[ stephen makes absolutely no effort to clean him up, either; in fact he looks the mess over again with that same simmering hunger in his eyes. he shifts sideways again, up against the headboard himself now, pulling hakkyuu back on his lap. his next magic trick: a glass water bottle from the minibar appears in his hand, which he hands over. ]

Drink. [ ... shrug. ] Unless you want the scotch instead.

[With his eyes flickering from the bottle, to Stephen's face, then back to the bottle again, that earlier impression of suspicion returns briefly to Hakkyuu's face as he plucks the bottle from the sorcerer's hands, the icy condensation nipping at his finger tips.]

You keep the scotch.

[Yes, Stephen presents shades of consideration is cause for giving him the hairy eyeball the whole time as he unscrews the cap and takes some long, deep gulps to drain half the contents in one go before wiping the back of his hand across his mouth before letting his arm drop so the bottom of the bottle sets against the thin veneer of Stephen's shirt at his abdomen.]

Should I be worried about you falling asleep? Skipped your afternoon nap in your chair with the paper?

[ the chill of the bottom of the bottle feels oddly good through the shirt, and the damp not so unusual given he’s done his fair share of sweating over the course of the afternoon. he leans back, comfortable, his arm draped back around hakkyuu’s waist. ]

Does it seem like you don’t have my undivided attention?

[It's a pointed enough question with little to no evidence to argue against that it makes Hakkyuu shift and hunch his shoulders as he shoots a frown off to the side to take a more measured sip from the bottle then return it to where it had been resting against Stephen's body.]

I didn't say that.

[ this kid. stephen drags a lazy touch up hakkyuu’s back again, kneads idly at a muscle. ]

I’m alright. I don’t plan on tiring myself out without your help, anyway.

[ eyebrow waggle. ]

[Yeah, he might not say it, but the look Hakkyuu sets Stephen with definitely says why are you like this? as he s l o w l y drains the rest of the bottle. It didn't last super long, so Stephen's intuition or general sense of awareness was spot on in terms of the need for it there.

He shifts his hips, getting more comfortable there on Stephen's lap without pushing down on anywhere too vital just yet. And when he is most settled, he cants his head slowly to one side, watching Stephen with the kind of expression of being curiously unimpressed that only teenagers can manage.]

You look better like this. [He gestures to Stephen with the bottle hanging from his fingers, a few stray droplets flicking as he does.] Less like you're in front of an audience or whatever. And the tie was stupid too.

[Okay, the last one is just a jab for the sake of it, but the rest stands.]

[ stephen makes another neutral sound. he made it about halfway through that handle of scotch, but all his faculties remain well-retained. apparently the main thing he has to worry about is hearing, on occasion, snatches of the man in the boy; missing him. ]

The outfit was free. You remember what I said about gift horses. And the ties ... grow on you.

[ the pause is actively dubious. hakkyuu doesn’t like stephen’s formal wear, exactly. do cats like pushing mugs off coffee tables? ]

Sure, you can make the most outta something free, but there's making the most of it and mostly making it. What's the phrase, wearing the suit or the suit wears you?

[He shrugs, back to that place of looking like he's scored some kind of point on an invisible chart with no rules when it's actually clear Stephen's ahead and well into the double digits already. That doesn't stop him from stretching forward, all jittery from pin-ponging energy and post-orgasm highs, in a way that brings him fully forward to lay his face against Stephen's chest and let the rest of his body flop flush against the wizard's long, drawn out form.]

Pretty sure you know which you are in that equation.

[ there’s something a little sweet about the slight weight of this iteration of his friend against his chest. it’s the differences, though, that keep stephen’s buzzed brain flickering with irritated longing for how things used to be.

the problem is that enough of their friendship had been calculatedly light that the moments that had started to slip through over the past year--unexpectedly soft ones, something in all that ebonhawke steel letting itself slouch and yield in private--only made stephen want more of a burden. to say, i can take on more than this, both in the general and in the specific. as if a sanctum could be a person just as much as it was a place.

but his hand had stung for a week after that punch, and he’d let it, despite the ready availability of healers in the city, because actually maybe he couldn’t. in the end hakkyuu was a man from a city under siege; he knew the pointlessness of a brittle fortress. the city and hakkyuu had both had his number from day one: stephen’s pride always comes first.

he drops his head a little, as if he can shake the thought loose. he presses his mouth to the top of hakkyuu’s head, breathes him in with no apparent agenda. ]

Watch it, kid. [ lackadaisical, as if he isn’t wondering whether this is the last time he’ll get to do this. ] You’re getting downright complimentary.

[The truth, that Hakkyuu would rather swallow down through broken bones with his last dying breathes than speak aloud, is how close Stephen had gotten to that.

Home, to Hakkyuu, has always been transient and flesh-made, not brick and mortar. It's Vrenille and the guild, so home could be in Lion's Arch harbour, on the frigid Bitterfrost Frontier, the arid Silverwastes, the lush Maguuma Jungle, or the sexual heaven-and-hellscape of Duplicity and every single one could be home as long as he's near his people.

Maybe he already knew that if Hakkyuu said, directly or indirectly to Stephen, 'hey, could you hold this?' about any number of the frankly intensely fucked up things in his brain, Stephen would do it. Stephen would be a place to hang his coat, lock the doors and sink into against a rolling storm. The possibility was there and it was just too overwhelming. It's why he forced Stephen to get a locksmith and a repair man in to fix the door Hakkyuu kicked in and the windows he shattered--you don't get to waltz back into a place like you live there if you prove you're unsafe to be around.

But here and now, Hakkyuu is pretty blissfully unaware. Stephen is a weird pervert man in a bizarre don't-I-know-you brainspace where he float back and forth between being a near stranger and something much more and he can't actually lock him down at any point between the two.

His words though make Hakkyuu snort, completely ignorant of the turmoil in this poor guy's head.]

You wish. If it makes you feel better though, I could insult you a bit. [He tilts his head up, giving Stephen a judgemental squint eye at that very close angle.] ... You're not into that, are you?

Probably depends on the insults ... the person doing the insulting.

[ it’s an even-handed enough assessment by stephen’s standards. he doesn’t talk a lot about what he’s “into” because he feels like for the most part it’s self-evident. if he likes the person he’s with, he likes what they like, at least for half an hour or so, and as long as it doesn’t press upon any particular boundary.

he’s not doing anything especially manually stressful, so he loosens the reins on the light spell that has kept his hands steadier than usual, his hands starting their easy tremor low on hakkyuu’s back. ]

You didn’t take the clothes they gave you, though. [ he smirks down at him. ] What were they gonna send you in with? High school uniform?

Oh, so it can't just be anyone spitting in your face, is what you're sayin'. Can't tell if that's better or worse.

[It'll be a few years before Hakkyuu's razor-edged attention to detail will be sharp enough to pick up the change in steadiness to Stephen's hands, but at this point it largely goes unnoticed as it sits in a blind spot.

His expression flattens then as Stephen hones in on and picks up that point.]

So what if they were?

Oh, the past two hours or so would’ve gone roughly the same. I just think it would’ve been funny.

[ going back to lazily feeling him up now, hands skimming over his sides. ]

That suggests you would have totally enjoyed playing teacher.

[In a bold move for him now, and absolutely the lowest bar compared to his usual standard, Hakkyuu tips his head slightly to bring his lips to Stephen's in a light, breathy kiss as he starts to experiment a bit more with the idea of teasing since lord knows Stephen's been doing plenty of that.]

You might be a bit of a pervert, doc.

[ he plays along readily, pulling in a low breath at the brush of hakkyuu’s mouth, leaning in when he draws back. keeps them nose-to-nose afterwards, conversational. ]

I didn’t think so, personally. [ bold words from, again, man in his 40s with a lap full of come-spattered teen. ] But I work with what I’m given.

Ugh...

[Highly unconvinced by that assessment of things.

In fact, it seems to have the effect of Hakkyuu pushing himself back from Stephen, or at least away from within kissing proximity. And he continues to move away, but downward rather than actually creating space between them so his lower body drifts more directly between Stephen's legs as his hands settle upon each of Stephen's hips, thumbs nestling into the pleasant depression of bone and flesh that he can feel through the thin barrier of his fancy trousers.

Leaning his head to the side to lay it upon Stephen's thigh, Hakkyuu tries his best to hold eye contact up the length of Stephen's body, though he does a fairly poor job of disguising how distracted he is by effectively having to look over the bulge in Stephen's slacks and how very close it is to his face. He might be doing a marginally better job at not letting on that his heart has gone back to pounding furiously, a mixture of heady nerves and excitement as from that close up he can smell Stephen in a way that feels both new and familiar and like it's something he shouldn't be allowed to detect because it's too private and personal.

With the slightest nudge of his nose along the outer shadow of Stephen's cock, he lets his brows go upward in what is almost certainly some intentional faux innocence.]

So... you're saying if I walked in here all ready for class that you wouldn't want to hear me calling you 'sir'?

[ his cock does shift in his slacks, just so, but it’s hard to tell whether it’s a response to the proximity of hakkyuu’s face or the words or some indeterminate combination of both. stephen fixes him with a steady look, one raised eyebrow of his own. ]

You’re, what, sixteen? [ internally wincing at putting it out in open air. but, well, he knew what he was doing when he came in. ] You should’ve been doing it anyway.

[In the many myriad things Stephen has done tonight that snapped Hakkyuu's brain in half, this is something he can absolutely deal with. Pompous authoritarian expectations that slot into place through age or social standing exist just as much in Ebonhawke as anywhere else and when you're a street kid the chances of encountering figures of authority are high where Hakkyuu's tolerance for it is low.

It's the kind of thing that gives him a fresh kind of confidence, the uttering of his approximate age earning the most genuine no-fucks-given shrug of the night with a blank stare to match before he brings one hand up to push it up against the base of Stephen's prick. It's swiftly joined by a spill of warm, wet breath as he tilts his head the barest minimum to press his parted lips to the head of Stephen's cock before giving him a firm, determined kind of stare down.]

Over my dead fucking body.

Edited 2022-06-18 15:48 (UTC)

[ stephen snorts; he can’t help it. ]

I know.

[ he leans his head back a little, watching hakkyuu through lidded eyes. the damp spot on his trousers where precome had pooled earlier, both when they were in the armchair and when he was eating hakkyuu out, has faded but not disappeared entirely. he’s thick, arousal by now a long dull ache, and he’s lacing his fingers low on his belly first, just to see what hakkyuu does. ]

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