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[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. ]

[It's difficult to tell whether or not Hakkyuu finds that response worse or not.

I know.

It's so simple and knowing, full of the kind of arrogance that comes with absolute surety of fact behind their words. It makes Hakkyuu prickle just that bit more as he decides to just very firmly carry on with what he's set himself up to do. And pointedly ignore Stephen if he can. Anyone taking bets on this would be better putting their money on Hakkyuu managing this more effectively in his later years than now.

If there was ever any concern about the state of Stephen's trousers its long gone now and it means Hakkyuu can extend his tongue to press the flat length of it against the underside of Stephen's dick to feel the full shape and anticipate the weight of it in a way that sends an electric tremor right through him and if not fully wake his own recovering cock at least give it a generous nudge. There's also a slow squeeze from Hakkyuu's hand still pressed at the root of Stephen's dick, getting a direct feel for the girth of him as he just sort of gives himself the wetly mouth around the shape of him before letting his open mouth pool around the head to knead the area steadily with his lips.]

[ no sounds yet from stephen, the placement of his hands in part deliberately anchoring, his posture relaxed as he watches him--but he does pull in a long breath, touched with unsteadiness, letting it out with a visible fall of his chest. it’s a pretty picture, the loose smooth fall of reddish hair against the inseam of his own trousers, the heady buffered heat of hakkyuu’s mouth learning the shape of him through the fabric. he figures it’s good to let hakkyuu go at his own pace for this one, even if in another time and place all he’d want to do is fist his hands in that hair, feed his cock into hakkyuu’s mouth and hands, laugh and groan all at once. ]

[Glancing up at Stephen through his dark lashes, the appearance of the older man even in all his restraint is incredibly alluring. It's a shame Hakkyuu doesn't have more skill with his mouth yet, more ability and know-how on the ways to melt that façade and get desperate profanities spilling from Stephen's mouth while encouraging him to spill elsewhere.

Here, he's a little clumsy, timings are a bit off making the rhythm harder to identity and lean into even if Stephen weren't very in control of himself.

Hakkyuu free hand does go wandering though, pickpocket's fingers feeling out the zip of Stephen's fly and catching hold of it before lifting his eyes again with a slight pause, seeking permission or maybe just wanting to see Stephen's expression in general.]

[ he tucks another smirk in the corner of his mouth: it would’ve held less currency than usual anyway, dark as his eyes are from arousal, the barest suggestion of color over the side of his throat betraying a touchability he doesn’t exhibit easily otherwise.

he cocks his head instead, just barely, in askance, which is in part challenge. it’s been an awful lot of buildup, stephen having been this hard for this long, but it’s still worth asking if hakkyuu is really up to the task. ]

[If he were more himself, Hakkyuu would relish this game--stare Stephen down right back, let the two of them meet each other step for step and rile one another up until someone finally had to give way and it who it would be each time would never be a forgone conclusion. It's something Hakkyuu loves about Stephen--how stubborn he is, how much he meets him right in the middle, matching what Hakkyuu sets down and always, always upping the ante.

Right now though, he's not sure what to make of that look and he doesn't know how to phrase or ask what he wants to do aloud. Or maybe he doesn't want to though some kind of fear of trying to sound enticing and instead coming across as ridiculous or childish.

Taking a deep breath in and out through his nose, he settles on something between asking for permission and giving a warning.]

I'm gonna do this.

[ stephen, for all his gentility and circumspection, is a firm believer in the idea that you shouldn’t be able to do it if you can’t say it. he calls a lot of bluffs in duplicity as a result.

so the dare is as much encouragement as it is just an ordinary dare, and when hakkyuu speaks that low light shivers in stephen’s eyes: a subtle touch of approval. he reaches down to stroke a hand over hakkyuu’s hair, thumb over the side of his face, and then his mouth, which he rubs just once, a single unnecessary touch. ]

Go on, then.

[And for as much as Hakkyuu had been trying to firm up his own resolve by saying that aloud, that one swiping touch from Stephen sends that juddering nervousness right to the pit of his belly to then spread out lower and finally push through to the very tip of Hakkyuu's prick in a dewy wet bead. This sort of thing shouldn't be allowed, really, especially not when it seems so effortless.

But he's thrown it down now and there's no way he's about to back down, so the zip gets drawn back with that quintessential sound accompanying it. There's a moment of pause though not a full falter as he reaches in, fingertips slowly creeping along the warm length of Stephen's cock to then coax him out through the space created.

Okay, there's the mental image of doing this and then there's being faced with the reality of doing this, and staring down the length and size of Stephen's prick suddenly makes this all very real. He's keenly aware though that stalling too long will encourage Stephen's encouragement, which is not actually something he wants to incur, so rather than let himself get too up in his head, Hakkyuu swallows then leans forward to drag his tongue up the full length of Stephen's cock in an experimental first direct contact.]

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