slightly less forbidden when you'd already misused one of these rooms solely for privacy purposes. that they won't be kicked out now regardless helps, and so does having maybe just a little too much wine during sip and paints. it's still with relief that he can click the door shut behind them both - leaving just him and roka - without any cameras to follow. ]
[ his face is already a little warm. he stands and surveys the room, before beginning to peel away one of his gloves. ]
It helps, I think, that we don't have a time limit.
[ The upside to thinking very little is not attaching a label to anything, forbidden or otherwise. Roka's known about this room of course (well now there's a new iteration), but he's never really considered this room and himself until recently. And just now he's still not thinking too hard other than that the privacy is more welcome than he realized, even if he's used to having a camera or a crow on his shoulder, and that he wants to do more, share more with Wayne.
That's what giving all of yourself means.
He looks around the room curious, he's made so little use of beds in general that it's novel on it's own. There's not really enough drink in him to have much effect given his tolerance, but it does help him feel a bit lighter. ]
I'd do anything to spend time like this with you, so we'd be fine even if we had one.
[ His confidence is just like this, bright and bold in unexpected ways like a sunbeam. He unwraps his shawl (having forgone his usual hooded cloak today since he shouldn't have a reason to hide anymore) following what he deems as a cue to wear less. ]
[ that certainly strikes right through him, bold and unexpected as it is. his eyebrows had arched, and then his eyes had widened. he's almost relieved to be able to busy himself with clumsily, finally, removing his gloves properly, laying them neatly atop some near dresser. ]
[ then he very nearly gets to fixing roka's shawl, too, when it hits him that, right, that's intended to come off. so he lays a hand at the side of his neck, and there's a little huff from him - not indignant, but certainly fond. ]
Everything is easier with you. [ He's felt that way for a while, even more so now.
But it's not as if he's more experienced when it comes to places like this room. It's why he sighs at the touch, tilting his head to lean into it. The shawl is dropped not so neatly, he can deal with that later. ]
So you should tell me what I can do to make it easier for you too. [ If not, he's happy to make inferences like he did the night of the party. With that thought in mind, he places a now free hand lightly against Wayne's chest. ]
[ maybe it does also help, that they're both new at this. roka's touch is so gentle yet he feels keenly aware of and sensitive to it. and so far, in his experience here, doing what feels good has yet to lead him astray. he can rely on that. ]
I think, for now...
[ he lets the hand slide from roka's neck to his shoulder, ruffling the fabric there. ]
... just be yourself.
[ and he doesn't think that he'll be any less captivated by roka's beauty anytime soon. feeling his heart rate pick up, he places two fingers beneath roka's chin to tilt it up, slowly closing their distance to kiss him fully. ]
[ The fabric against his skin tickles a little; felt in the curve of his lips as they kiss. It's a little surprising in a good way, as he had been prepared to instigate. Receiving is still novel, but he's quickly come to like it more than he's realized.
And right now, there's not much room for thought besides. He lets the kiss linger just for a moment before pressing into another, deliberate and unhurried. His fingers against Wayne's chest curl inward in tandem, skin against fabric against skin. They seek just like the kiss, longingly and with purpose. He's been told to be himself, but the truth is, he's wanted more of this feeling since that night. ]
[ ha. despite any of his nerves, artificially tempered as they may be by the wine, he likewise ends up smiling into the kiss. truth is, even if they've kissed several times since their first, there is a more intense sort of yearning behind the contact. ]
[ he shifts his hand from roka's chin to work at the clothing at his front; he's a little unfamiliar with this style of dress, but with being nobility and all - he's adept enough with unnecessary buttons and layers, and he only has to break the kiss once so as to less clumsily free the clasp. ]
[ he lays his hand over the one at his chest, guiding it upwards toward his tie. —very modern, that, instead of a cravat this time. ]
[ ahh, he's lost in the kisses a bit that it takes him a moment to register what's happening; there's another smile subsumed by their lips once he does.
the layers of his top are easy enough to get undone, a kind of simplified kimono that's unwrapped and then untucked from his hakama once the clasp is free. it falls to the floor rather easily with minimal shifting on roka's part, preferring to wear his clothing loose having benefits he's only learning about in this moment. the jewels on his skin, sprinkled about on his bare chest, back and arms like a starry night seem to glitter more than they have before. this is the first time after all, that they can catch all the light without some type of fabric in the way.
roka being who he is, doesn't feel chilly or particularly shy even now that he's half undressed. maybe he should but his nerves settle in his fingers instead as he starts to undo Wayne's tie. it's far less complicated looking than a cravat, but there is an experience gap, so he needs to pause the kisses; at least lip to lip. pressing his lips against Wayne's neck brings him closer and affords a clearer view in between. he starts to work on the buttons of his shirt after which is far easier, which means he has time to sneak in a quick word. ]
You can touch, it won't hurt. [ his gems won't be painful for either of them, they're smooth with a soft warmth. ]
literally, figuratively. pittman can only take in the sight for a moment, his gaze shifting over each other constellation of gems. he lets his tie slide away this time, without any fussing as to folding it, and feels a blush creep up his neck where roka had touched. although he's far from shy when it comes to his, soon to be visible, scars - which streak out from the metal plating of his shoulder - he's struck by the contrast. ]
I've... I've said it before, but,
[ he won't tire of saying it, ever, he thinks. he smooths his fingertips over the gems that scatter over his chest. and he can't help but return the favor, ducking to kiss near to roka's collarbone, where gems meet skin, and lingering in that. ]
I— [ There were thoughts he had, words he wanted to say, but they're brushed away like the fingertips across his chest, and then lost entirely in the sweet words bundled with the kiss. His breath hitches as he colors; he hadn't known being touched like this, particularly across his gems, would make him feel this way.
A breath out to focus and another kiss dropped to accent the blush he created, Roka picks up where he left off. He considers himself fortunate that all that's left are a few more buttons, even if he should have removed the suit jacket first before starting on the shirt underneath. Maybe it's better though, since it means he can, however clumsily, help ease him out of both at once. ]
I want to make you feel like you make me feel. [ Which is to say, he might need another moment to find the right words, but he's just as taken with the sight before him. Already he's reaching out to trail his fingers in a mirror of the scars. ]
[ and pittman can help with that, too, unclasping the few buttons of his suit jacket. a slight smile tugs at his mouth as roka explores the rough, uneven texture of his scars; they're a marker of the years of violence he subjects himself to, and yet he still touches his skin so gently. ]
[ he drapes the jacket over a corner of the dresser, quick to return his focus to roka, wholly captivated as he is. it's almost difficult to resist just kissing him all over in some unbridled show of the rushes of affection he's been feeling more and more frequently. brushing at a few locks of his hair, he stymies that with a little kiss to his temple. ]
How do you mean?
[ maybe just a little bit of indulgent curiosity on his part. and his hand slides to roka's wrist, probably, to lead them both to the edge of the bed. ]
[ Later, he wants to ask the whole story behind the scars later. He'll be able to explore them soon either way. Now is for following wherever his partner wants to go, and using his free hand to pluck the hairclip from his hair. That can go on the dresser for safekeeping too, freed strands of turquoise falling down to frame his face.
He looks up, somehow patiently and eagerly at once. ]
Special. Wanted. Loved. [ Despite how warm his face is, how warm his whole body feels at the moment, the words come out confidently. Not stilted, but weighted. He's been learning these past weeks, but the past two in particular, about how to speak with his whole heart.
Though there's other things he wants to be doing with his lips more. As eager to please as he is, he waits to allow space for any more words. There might not be much room for them soon, between them after all. ]
[ is his easy response, quick in affirming that even if it hadn't been a question, nor contextually sound as a reply. and he'd say it again, too, even in circumstances were his tongue wasn't already loosened by any wine. ]
[ pittman comes to settle at the edge of the bed, his arousal made more evident in sitting; he's just a bit more conscious of it and the restrictions of his belt, the warmth of the room. but he pats the space next to him, his hand jumping from roka's wrist to fall to the small of his back. and while he's close, he does want him to be nearer in however he may accept, ]
[ Roka practically said it himself first, but that really isn't fair to hear it back like that. A particularly infective mmmn tumbles from his lips, given that he's feeling so much in many ways.
But as always, he kowtows to the instruction without hesitation, sitting down promptly if not overly close. His attire is less restrictive, but given his state, his own desire is noticeable all the same. ]
And then? [ His hands ache to touch somewhere, but he's also entranced in submitting, much like he was the night on the island. ]
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slightly less forbidden when you'd already misused one of these rooms solely for privacy purposes. that they won't be kicked out now regardless helps, and so does having maybe just a little too much wine during sip and paints. it's still with relief that he can click the door shut behind them both - leaving just him and roka - without any cameras to follow. ]
[ his face is already a little warm. he stands and surveys the room, before beginning to peel away one of his gloves. ]
It helps, I think, that we don't have a time limit.
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That's what giving all of yourself means.
He looks around the room curious, he's made so little use of beds in general that it's novel on it's own. There's not really enough drink in him to have much effect given his tolerance, but it does help him feel a bit lighter. ]
I'd do anything to spend time like this with you, so we'd be fine even if we had one.
[ His confidence is just like this, bright and bold in unexpected ways like a sunbeam. He unwraps his shawl (having forgone his usual hooded cloak today since he shouldn't have a reason to hide anymore) following what he deems as a cue to wear less. ]
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[ then he very nearly gets to fixing roka's shawl, too, when it hits him that, right, that's intended to come off. so he lays a hand at the side of his neck, and there's a little huff from him - not indignant, but certainly fond. ]
You can say these things with such confidence...
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But it's not as if he's more experienced when it comes to places like this room. It's why he sighs at the touch, tilting his head to lean into it. The shawl is dropped not so neatly, he can deal with that later. ]
So you should tell me what I can do to make it easier for you too. [ If not, he's happy to make inferences like he did the night of the party. With that thought in mind, he places a now free hand lightly against Wayne's chest. ]
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I think, for now...
[ he lets the hand slide from roka's neck to his shoulder, ruffling the fabric there. ]
... just be yourself.
[ and he doesn't think that he'll be any less captivated by roka's beauty anytime soon. feeling his heart rate pick up, he places two fingers beneath roka's chin to tilt it up, slowly closing their distance to kiss him fully. ]
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And right now, there's not much room for thought besides. He lets the kiss linger just for a moment before pressing into another, deliberate and unhurried. His fingers against Wayne's chest curl inward in tandem, skin against fabric against skin. They seek just like the kiss, longingly and with purpose. He's been told to be himself, but the truth is, he's wanted more of this feeling since that night. ]
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[ he shifts his hand from roka's chin to work at the clothing at his front; he's a little unfamiliar with this style of dress, but with being nobility and all - he's adept enough with unnecessary buttons and layers, and he only has to break the kiss once so as to less clumsily free the clasp. ]
[ he lays his hand over the one at his chest, guiding it upwards toward his tie. —very modern, that, instead of a cravat this time. ]
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the layers of his top are easy enough to get undone, a kind of simplified kimono that's unwrapped and then untucked from his hakama once the clasp is free. it falls to the floor rather easily with minimal shifting on roka's part, preferring to wear his clothing loose having benefits he's only learning about in this moment. the jewels on his skin, sprinkled about on his bare chest, back and arms like a starry night seem to glitter more than they have before. this is the first time after all, that they can catch all the light without some type of fabric in the way.
roka being who he is, doesn't feel chilly or particularly shy even now that he's half undressed. maybe he should but his nerves settle in his fingers instead as he starts to undo Wayne's tie. it's far less complicated looking than a cravat, but there is an experience gap, so he needs to pause the kisses; at least lip to lip. pressing his lips against Wayne's neck brings him closer and affords a clearer view in between. he starts to work on the buttons of his shirt after which is far easier, which means he has time to sneak in a quick word. ]
You can touch, it won't hurt. [ his gems won't be painful for either of them, they're smooth with a soft warmth. ]
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literally, figuratively. pittman can only take in the sight for a moment, his gaze shifting over each other constellation of gems. he lets his tie slide away this time, without any fussing as to folding it, and feels a blush creep up his neck where roka had touched. although he's far from shy when it comes to his, soon to be visible, scars - which streak out from the metal plating of his shoulder - he's struck by the contrast. ]
I've... I've said it before, but,
[ he won't tire of saying it, ever, he thinks. he smooths his fingertips over the gems that scatter over his chest. and he can't help but return the favor, ducking to kiss near to roka's collarbone, where gems meet skin, and lingering in that. ]
You are beautiful.
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A breath out to focus and another kiss dropped to accent the blush he created, Roka picks up where he left off. He considers himself fortunate that all that's left are a few more buttons, even if he should have removed the suit jacket first before starting on the shirt underneath. Maybe it's better though, since it means he can, however clumsily, help ease him out of both at once. ]
I want to make you feel like you make me feel. [ Which is to say, he might need another moment to find the right words, but he's just as taken with the sight before him. Already he's reaching out to trail his fingers in a mirror of the scars. ]
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[ he drapes the jacket over a corner of the dresser, quick to return his focus to roka, wholly captivated as he is. it's almost difficult to resist just kissing him all over in some unbridled show of the rushes of affection he's been feeling more and more frequently. brushing at a few locks of his hair, he stymies that with a little kiss to his temple. ]
How do you mean?
[ maybe just a little bit of indulgent curiosity on his part. and his hand slides to roka's wrist, probably, to lead them both to the edge of the bed. ]
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He looks up, somehow patiently and eagerly at once. ]
Special. Wanted. Loved. [ Despite how warm his face is, how warm his whole body feels at the moment, the words come out confidently. Not stilted, but weighted. He's been learning these past weeks, but the past two in particular, about how to speak with his whole heart.
Though there's other things he wants to be doing with his lips more. As eager to please as he is, he waits to allow space for any more words. There might not be much room for them soon, between them after all. ]
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[ is his easy response, quick in affirming that even if it hadn't been a question, nor contextually sound as a reply. and he'd say it again, too, even in circumstances were his tongue wasn't already loosened by any wine. ]
[ pittman comes to settle at the edge of the bed, his arousal made more evident in sitting; he's just a bit more conscious of it and the restrictions of his belt, the warmth of the room. but he pats the space next to him, his hand jumping from roka's wrist to fall to the small of his back. and while he's close, he does want him to be nearer in however he may accept, ]
Here. Join me.
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But as always, he kowtows to the instruction without hesitation, sitting down promptly if not overly close. His attire is less restrictive, but given his state, his own desire is noticeable all the same. ]
And then? [ His hands ache to touch somewhere, but he's also entranced in submitting, much like he was the night on the island. ]