anyway there's a moment where he has to remind himself of all of the bullshit that came out of his mouth yesterday (some normal, some cursed) before he remembers - and then, a smile curls across his face. if he tilts up a little into the feather pets, well, you don't have to point it out, as he closes his eyes. ]
Whatever it was yesterday wasn't that bad, you know. Think I was just blurting out whatever I was thinking. [
when he opens his eyes again, they're a little red tinted - an on and off effect of the past few days. ]
You mean about if I was in my right mind, yesterday?
...it did not seem as if you were overly affected, no, but-- I would not wish to agree under such circumstances. Not with any sort of influence upon you.
[he observes that red tint, his own head slightly tilted.]
[ this just makes him snort - the laugh is immediate, and he smiles against his mouth, pleased like a little gremlin. ]
Could phrase it another way, but I don't think you'd like it that much, either. [ nasty? nasty.
thankfully being kissed means that there's no reason for him to run his mouth, either as a gremlin or a little dirtier, so, he'll steal a second one, a quick little peck, and then a third kiss that lingers. he has to push up a little on his forearm to do so, fully intent on following through on the answer to that particular question. does he have any idea how this is going to go? nope. is that going to stop him? nope. ]
[emet-selch pulls him closer, as he shifts up; there's no hesitance when he accepts that last, lingering kiss, either, not after clearing this up.
intimacy is-- not something he often engages in. not something he lets himself engage in. and this still feels like it's soon, but...
he thinks, again, of bass reminding him you never know how much time you have. maybe he can allow it now, here-- simple physical intimacy is hardly forbidden or too much, after all. were they intertwining their souls, he might balk, but this is-- this is all right, he thinks.]
[ yeah, that sounds like a lot! whew!! (it's not even, really, something vax could even begin to offer for a myriad of reasons.)
but the physical intimacy of it all is good. vax is an easily affectionate person - he hasn't needed any sort of emotional shares or physical effects to want to touch or be close to anyone, and has been coaxing emet along like a skittish kitten practically since the first week they were here. anything that could've been foggy is long since cleared up, so why not enjoy it? he is nothing if not the type to think - the little life that you have is precious. vax'ildan lives here on borrowed time.
so for now, he's content to be pulled in, nearly draping across emet to kiss his mouth open. slow and steady wins the race, here, so he takes his time - clearly experienced with this, though it's been a while. ]
there's not hesitance, really, in the way he opens up to him so slowly. it's just that he's unpracticed in this, less certain of the motions... but if nothing else, he is a quick study. not in his head about it, not nervous, just-- quietly focused on vax, on what he does. on following that lead, for now. his wings curl around them both like an odd blanket, draping, holding him.]
he's not expecting anything less out of emet, frankly - no expectations for his experience or ability, but similarly, that he's going to learn quickly. there's a moment where his mouth quirks up against his, just briefly, a little amused by the circumstance but not complaining.
tilting his head, he runs his fingers up into emet's hair, holding a particularly good angle that he likes and just enjoying it - he's attentive, guiding, occasionally even playful, a kiss as suiting to his nature as anything. there's a moment when vax pulls back, eyes glittering a little, mouth just this shy of kiss bruised, and grins down at him as he pushes his own hair back and away from his face just to take in the view. hehe ]
[it truly does suit him-- and the thought has emet-selch leaning into it a bit more. he likes it more than he expected, really, letting vax's fingers thread into his hair to keep that angle; he's more easily guided than one might expect, in this.
for now. while he's observing.
his own eyes are still half-lidded when vax pulls back and grins at him, yellow eyes bright beneath his lashes, face slightly flushed. little shimmers of pink color the shadow to his form, especially after looking at vax-- that look also suits him well, and he just leans right back up after a few moments, pressing their lips together once more. a little more demanding, now.]
[ can you believe we almost got caught for these crimes
what a good look. the pink color is cute - it gets vax's smile to brighten even more, delight evident on his face, and the feathers near his face poof out a bit, like an excited ghibli character, and it continues even more so when emet's the one to initiate a kiss.
nice. demanding is good. demanding is sexy, frankly, and vax makes a pleased noise, opening his mouth into the kiss immediately. he seems perfectly fine to take the lead, too, happy to kiss him back into the pillows, and...
in fact, as things get good, to swing a leg up and over his waist and clamber on top of him instead. it's barely a blip of a pause in the kiss itself, just long enough for him to grin and then dive right back into it, now much more content with that much body contact, even if it is immediately a reminder of exactly that size difference between them. (maybe that's fine, too?) (more than fine) ]
with the delight in vax's expression, a little yellow blends with the pink, both of his hands coming up to rest at the sides of vax's face as he kisses back. his thumbs brush over the feathers, fingers threaded into his hair, exhaling a soft sigh against his mouth-- far be it for him to push vax away now, either, especially when that contact is something nice as well. vax is warm against him, his weight comfortable considering emet's relative size and strength.
he could envelop him, he thinks, with how comparatively small vax is. were they reversed, he's sure vax would be unable to see or feel anything besides him.
-and isn't that an encouraging thought. he leans into the kiss a little more, there, a hand sliding down to his back, careful of the wings.]
he's paying close attention, and seems to like that little sigh, too. emet's hands are big on his cheeks and up in his hair, and that gets a little pleased noise in return - in fact, he'll feel vax's ears twitch like a cat's, pressing up into the touch immediately, both the one on his cheek and the one that moves down his back. the wings shiver, ruffling and spreading out a little further horizontally for balance, and he arches into it, nice and easy.
and also very much unaware of emet's thought process, at the moment, so. for now he's just content to give and give, languid and affectionate - he nips playfully at emet's lower lip again, picking up the pace as a little as it seems like they're both getting more comfortable. or, maybe the opposite? maybe a little more riled up.
... he'd kind of like to see emet more riled up, actually. now there's a thought. ]
[he gives, and emet is content to take. there's equal affection in it, even as vax presses a little further-- and emet certainly isn't complaining about that, either, leaning right into it, the hand at his back pulling him in closer. fingertips digging into the fabric a little, more intent.
the next time he breaks the kiss to breathe, he's quiet for a second, intense yellow eyes fixed on vax.
before a corner of his mouth quirks, and he nudges at him, shifting. come on. over.]
Take care with your wings.
[he doesn't want to fuck them up in just rolling vax over, okay.]
[ oh, he really likes the intensity in his eyes, actually. vax's own are darker than usual, the hazel a little overcome, mixing in with those faint flickers of red that seem to come in and out - as he takes in a breath and is about to go in for more, that phrase stops him.
... the quirk of a smile does, too, and he returns it. you know, this is a completely fair point - vax has, however, gotten a little spicy with his wings before so it's not like he's unaware of how to work around them, so. the grin widens a bit, and he sits up straighter, and then lets emet go right ahead and roll them over, holding out both of his arms in the process like he's going for a ride. (he's not? maybe that's later.)
but the minute his back hits the bed his arms are coming up, beckoning. c'mere you ]
[he shifts them carefully, rolling his eyes at the way vax holds his arms out-- ridiculous, he thinks, but fondness makes pink shades crawl once more through the shadow.
and as vax reaches for him, beckons him close... of course he follows. he leans down to kiss him once more, covering him, wings spreading a little wider as they drape down. he blocks out much of the remaining light in the room, the natural glow of his eyes lighting the space he's created, along with the light shimmer of pink and yellow and orange. the shadow is slowly becoming something more colorful, something more like black opal.]
[ it is suddenly very dark, and that is a very real and immediate reminder of the size difference between them - not that it was ever hard to forget. he stretches up to meet emet halfway when he comes to kiss him, pleased, and takes the moment to let his eyes adjust to the pale kaleidoscope of light that comes from that black shadowed form before closing them and picking up where they left off. despite being more or less pinned in, he's reactive and moves, back arching up a little off of the soft surface of the bed, shifting underneath emet to press his chest up against him, and create a few more points of contact.
his own wings shiver a little as they spread out across the big surface of the bed, matching that same iridescent shine for a moment and rippling with a dark blue and purple, instead. it's a good indicator of his own mood, as he brings them back up to wrap around emet's back, too, like he could pull him in more when their lips meet again, his hands following. he immediately starts rucking up the fabric of his robes between his fingers, sliding his hands down his back, and then up his front, touching, curious, exploring. there's lots to plane out, after all - figures, vax'ildan's not so good at staying still. ]
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[they're soft... it's nice.
also, it's his turn to tease. he's just waiting for vax, letting him lean down to close that gap.]
I believe you yet owe me an answer, as well.
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anyway there's a moment where he has to remind himself of all of the bullshit that came out of his mouth yesterday (some normal, some cursed) before he remembers - and then, a smile curls across his face. if he tilts up a little into the feather pets, well, you don't have to point it out, as he closes his eyes. ]
Whatever it was yesterday wasn't that bad, you know. Think I was just blurting out whatever I was thinking. [
when he opens his eyes again, they're a little red tinted - an on and off effect of the past few days. ]
You mean about if I was in my right mind, yesterday?
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[he observes that red tint, his own head slightly tilted.]
So- yes. That is, I believe, the question.
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I knew what I was saying. [ the smile grows a little, sly. ] Still interested in learning to handle a pretty big sword.
[ with that cheeky little remark, he leans in and steals a kiss, before emet chastises him for it. ]
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Phrase it as such again, and you most certainly will not.
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Could phrase it another way, but I don't think you'd like it that much, either. [ nasty? nasty.
thankfully being kissed means that there's no reason for him to run his mouth, either as a gremlin or a little dirtier, so, he'll steal a second one, a quick little peck, and then a third kiss that lingers. he has to push up a little on his forearm to do so, fully intent on following through on the answer to that particular question. does he have any idea how this is going to go? nope. is that going to stop him? nope. ]
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intimacy is-- not something he often engages in. not something he lets himself engage in. and this still feels like it's soon, but...
he thinks, again, of bass reminding him you never know how much time you have. maybe he can allow it now, here-- simple physical intimacy is hardly forbidden or too much, after all. were they intertwining their souls, he might balk, but this is-- this is all right, he thinks.]
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but the physical intimacy of it all is good. vax is an easily affectionate person - he hasn't needed any sort of emotional shares or physical effects to want to touch or be close to anyone, and has been coaxing emet along like a skittish kitten practically since the first week they were here. anything that could've been foggy is long since cleared up, so why not enjoy it? he is nothing if not the type to think - the little life that you have is precious. vax'ildan lives here on borrowed time.
so for now, he's content to be pulled in, nearly draping across emet to kiss his mouth open. slow and steady wins the race, here, so he takes his time - clearly experienced with this, though it's been a while. ]
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there's not hesitance, really, in the way he opens up to him so slowly. it's just that he's unpracticed in this, less certain of the motions... but if nothing else, he is a quick study. not in his head about it, not nervous, just-- quietly focused on vax, on what he does. on following that lead, for now. his wings curl around them both like an odd blanket, draping, holding him.]
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he's not expecting anything less out of emet, frankly - no expectations for his experience or ability, but similarly, that he's going to learn quickly. there's a moment where his mouth quirks up against his, just briefly, a little amused by the circumstance but not complaining.
tilting his head, he runs his fingers up into emet's hair, holding a particularly good angle that he likes and just enjoying it - he's attentive, guiding, occasionally even playful, a kiss as suiting to his nature as anything. there's a moment when vax pulls back, eyes glittering a little, mouth just this shy of kiss bruised, and grins down at him as he pushes his own hair back and away from his face just to take in the view. hehe ]
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for now. while he's observing.
his own eyes are still half-lidded when vax pulls back and grins at him, yellow eyes bright beneath his lashes, face slightly flushed. little shimmers of pink color the shadow to his form, especially after looking at vax-- that look also suits him well, and he just leans right back up after a few moments, pressing their lips together once more. a little more demanding, now.]
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what a good look. the pink color is cute - it gets vax's smile to brighten even more, delight evident on his face, and the feathers near his face poof out a bit, like an excited ghibli character, and it continues even more so when emet's the one to initiate a kiss.
nice. demanding is good. demanding is sexy, frankly, and vax makes a pleased noise, opening his mouth into the kiss immediately. he seems perfectly fine to take the lead, too, happy to kiss him back into the pillows, and...
in fact, as things get good, to swing a leg up and over his waist and clamber on top of him instead. it's barely a blip of a pause in the kiss itself, just long enough for him to grin and then dive right back into it, now much more content with that much body contact, even if it is immediately a reminder of exactly that size difference between them. (maybe that's fine, too?) (more than fine) ]
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with the delight in vax's expression, a little yellow blends with the pink, both of his hands coming up to rest at the sides of vax's face as he kisses back. his thumbs brush over the feathers, fingers threaded into his hair, exhaling a soft sigh against his mouth-- far be it for him to push vax away now, either, especially when that contact is something nice as well. vax is warm against him, his weight comfortable considering emet's relative size and strength.
he could envelop him, he thinks, with how comparatively small vax is. were they reversed, he's sure vax would be unable to see or feel anything besides him.
-and isn't that an encouraging thought. he leans into the kiss a little more, there, a hand sliding down to his back, careful of the wings.]
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he's paying close attention, and seems to like that little sigh, too. emet's hands are big on his cheeks and up in his hair, and that gets a little pleased noise in return - in fact, he'll feel vax's ears twitch like a cat's, pressing up into the touch immediately, both the one on his cheek and the one that moves down his back. the wings shiver, ruffling and spreading out a little further horizontally for balance, and he arches into it, nice and easy.
and also very much unaware of emet's thought process, at the moment, so. for now he's just content to give and give, languid and affectionate - he nips playfully at emet's lower lip again, picking up the pace as a little as it seems like they're both getting more comfortable. or, maybe the opposite? maybe a little more riled up.
... he'd kind of like to see emet more riled up, actually. now there's a thought. ]
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the next time he breaks the kiss to breathe, he's quiet for a second, intense yellow eyes fixed on vax.
before a corner of his mouth quirks, and he nudges at him, shifting. come on. over.]
Take care with your wings.
[he doesn't want to fuck them up in just rolling vax over, okay.]
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... the quirk of a smile does, too, and he returns it. you know, this is a completely fair point - vax has, however, gotten a little spicy with his wings before so it's not like he's unaware of how to work around them, so. the grin widens a bit, and he sits up straighter, and then lets emet go right ahead and roll them over, holding out both of his arms in the process like he's going for a ride. (he's not? maybe that's later.)
but the minute his back hits the bed his arms are coming up, beckoning. c'mere you ]
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and as vax reaches for him, beckons him close... of course he follows. he leans down to kiss him once more, covering him, wings spreading a little wider as they drape down. he blocks out much of the remaining light in the room, the natural glow of his eyes lighting the space he's created, along with the light shimmer of pink and yellow and orange. the shadow is slowly becoming something more colorful, something more like black opal.]
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his own wings shiver a little as they spread out across the big surface of the bed, matching that same iridescent shine for a moment and rippling with a dark blue and purple, instead. it's a good indicator of his own mood, as he brings them back up to wrap around emet's back, too, like he could pull him in more when their lips meet again, his hands following. he immediately starts rucking up the fabric of his robes between his fingers, sliding his hands down his back, and then up his front, touching, curious, exploring. there's lots to plane out, after all - figures, vax'ildan's not so good at staying still. ]