( office hours & overflow )

[sorserer]

❥ stephen strange has office hours. these are hours during which people can come by his house in the up, the abattoir a magically expanded but still very cramped closet-now-office in the triple m apothecary for a nice cup of tea and some advice or direct support on magical endeavors. come thru
❥ this is an informal, word-of-mouth service. stephen appreciates some manner of compensation but will neither mention nor require it
❥ oocly, this is a mechanism for random non-phone threads. you don’t actually have to have a magic question. you can just come by and annoy the shit out of him
❥ just like the ic inbox i reserve the right to cram random shit in here

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[sorserer]

[ stephen’s hand spreads again in the dip of hakkyuu’s back to keep him steady as he pulls his shirt off, but truthfully it’s support hakkyuu hardly needs. stephen has many weaknesses--catalogues them carefully in private, as if simply knowing can help him subvert disaster--and one of them is grace. it’s not like he failed to notice, in the long history of their friendship, hakkyuu’s easy and limitless balance, how quick he is on his feet. it feels like stephen has license to covet it now, though: more closely, more hungrily. more everything, with every passing day.

when his shirt is gone stephen puts both hands on him, eying through a lidded glance the fit of his palms over the slender lines of hakkyuu’s sides. he leans up to press another open-mouthed kiss to hakkyuu’s lips, lingering, and then bends his head to drag teeth over his collarbone next, following with his tongue, tasting dry sweat and skin. it’s all still morning laziness, idle meandering touches and his fingertips seeking out the slight strain in his muscles to see if he can stroke some of it out. ]

[shadowstrikes]

[Stephen's hands are always at home on Hakkyuu's body, in all the intimate ways they have been, and all the new ways that have started to materialise over time. Stephen's hands can sweep across Hakkyuu's hips, shoulders, lower back and arms to encourage and guide him in all sorts of directions with the barest effort. It's one of the many ways Stephen's touch has become such an expectation to Hakkyuu that he doesn't even register the places where he'd normally dig his heels in and threaten to take the arm off someone trying to set him walking somewhere he didn't already want to go. Maybe the real issue is that he doesn't care where he's going as long as he's going there with Stephen.

In this moment though, in practical terms, it means Stephen's hands can roam and settle wherever they please and in turn receive Hakkyuu's body shifting and leaning in with a unique kind of shamelessness reserved for a very scant few.

One of his favourite ways for them to spend time is without agenda, meaning the trailing of Stephen's teeth and tongue can draw out a low vibrating sigh as Hakkyuu stretches his arms up high over his head, one hand grasping the back of the opposite bicep to pull and straighten up his spine and tighten up the shape of his muscles beneath Stephen's wandering fingers, letting all the tight spots show through more clearly as something of a side-effect to the whole movement.

Maybe, when it comes right down to it, he just wants to casually show off a bit--give Stephen a bit of a personal show for the incredibly tough morning he's had while Hakkyuu's been gone.]

[sorserer]

Mmm.

[ it’s a murmur of helpless approval, a vibration against the moon-pale blades of hakkyuu’s collarbones. his fingers follow what feel like new paths but aren’t at all: he knows this too by now, the cartography of hakkyuu’s body when certain muscles are taut and when they aren’t. that doesn’t make every reintroduction less tempting.

the lust that comes and goes in his body whenever hakkyuu is in the same room is having an encore from earlier this morning, his blood warming steadily in his veins. in his sweats his cock stirs with every new pass of his lips and teeth over hakkyuu’s skin. he feels him up with lazy but undisguised hunger, nipping his way over to hakkyuu’s lower shoulder. from there he presses his face to hakkyuu’s throat with another deep sigh, like a cat in the sun, his fingers dipping lower briefly over his ass to squeeze with relish. tough morning, getting better. ]