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† OUT OF THE CITY † / Re: London Calling
« Last post by Existentially Odd on September 17, 2020, 11:21:58 PM »
Harm's smile was indulgent and his gaze soft as Trick did his best to mimic an English accent. Laughter bubbled in his chest, suppressed because he didn't want to offend or risk Trick misinterpreting his fondness for ridicule. He couldn't bear the thought. His humour remained trapped inside but his face glowed his adoration at his boyfriend's cuteness... the expression turning into a wary frown as Trick struck a serious pose and requested a promise, their gazes meeting in the mirror.

His heart raced, unable to predict what Trick would ask of him. When it came, his instinct was to scoff and flippantly agree but the weight of Trick's stare suppressed that, too. Harm paused, watching Trick and really thinking about what he was saying. He knew himself well enough - and apparently Trick did as well - to know that he'd go along with pretty much anything, especially if it would make Trick happy. He couldn't imagine anything that he'd shy from but he also wasn't experienced like Trick was. He'd been in compromising situations, uncomfortable but compliant because his voice hadn't counted.

Trick didn't want their relationship to be anything like that. He wanted Harm to use his voice and his earlier offer also made it clear that he considered them equals, which was weird when Harm automatically saw them as anything but. Trick had powers and he was leagues above Harm, he'd always thought so. Now Trick was very sincerely requesting he change his thinking and speak up if ever he was uncomfortable.

Harm pushed away from the doorframe and sauntered over to his boyfriend, holding eye contact with him as he approached him from behind, slipping his arms around his waist and sliding them up his body, cupping a pec in each hand. He pressed his lips to the back of Trick's shoulder as he peered over it at him. "Okay," he agreed quietly, his lips moving against Trick's skin as he spoke, "I doubt there'll ever be anything but if there is, I can promise that.  I'll say no. I'll tell you I don't want to," he vowed, his words turning into light kisses worshipping smooth flesh.

Internally, Harm contemplated his own levels of desperation for validation and approval and wondered if he came off as pathetic. Did Trick think of him as a pushover? Was he a pushover, so desperate to hold onto a man that he'd go along with anything? He didn't think so... but he'd waited a long time for someone as good as Trick. He'd always treated him right. Was Trick setting him up for a fall? No, that was ridiculous. This was just a conversation. A relationship negotiation. Ugh. Why was this messing with his head so much? Was it because this was something normal, healthy couples did and he'd never had a relationship healthy enough to reach this level of openness? Was that why he felt so vulnerable, at a time when he was being told by his boyfriend that he should never put himself in a situation where he felt like this?

Fuck, he was too jet lagged and it was far too early in the morning for this level of intimacy. He lifted himself onto his toes and rested his chin on top of Trick's shoulder, glancing at his hair before reconnecting their eye contact. Pfft, he'd known it would be bad, he shouldn't have looked. "I should shower," he declared with a grin, his elongated throat making his voice sound uncharacteristically husky. His fingers brushed lightly over Trick's chest, like he was consoling him. "And you need to finish your shave," he added, smacking a loud kiss onto his back again before starting to pull away.
† OUT OF THE CITY † / Re: London Calling
« Last post by Pocky on September 16, 2020, 08:48:13 PM »
A curious look crept slowly across Trick's face before he pulled the razor around, removing foam and bristles into the sink. His mind worked over Harm's reaction and he only found Harm's eyes again once half of his face was shaven. "I find it sexy how they talk, too. All 'posh and bits'" Trick said, the final few words in poor mimicry of the few Londoners he'd heard speaking.

He dropped both accent and tone to speak in a soothing voice to his boyfriend. "I know we haven't had a chance to talk about what we like and don't like. I've been happy enough to discover as we go. But I want you to promise me something." Trick leant his palms onto the edge of the sink. "If you don't like something or don't want to do something, don't go along with it just because you think it'll make me happy. Tell me."

His stare bore into Harm's eyes as he waited for his response.
† OUT OF THE CITY † / Re: London Calling
« Last post by Existentially Odd on September 16, 2020, 12:08:56 AM »
"Cool," Harm agreed to Trick's proposal that he'd leave Harm to get inducted and go out to take photos. It made sense.

Even though Trick went on to say that he wasn't having a go at him, Harm felt heat rise in his cheeks and he lowered his gaze to watch his thumbs twirl and fret at his taut biceps, his knee swinging as he toed the edge of the tiles in front of him. For some reason, he was embarrassed and feeling guilty, like he'd purposely caged Trick into a role he didn't want exclusively. The fact that he simply hadn't thought to question things didn't feel like a plausible excuse for potentially being a dick and not considering his boyfriend's feelings until now, months after they'd become a couple. He sighed quietly through his nose, looking up at Trick from beneath his lashes.

"I'm okay... " he demurred sheepishly, shrugging the shoulder that wasn't wedged against the doorway. Topping wasn't his preferred position simply because he loved the way Trick treated him when he was inside him -- plus, he was generally too lazy to do it. "But I'm also up for trying new things. You don't have to stay in one role." It was only fair he took a turn and the blood pooling in the lower extremities of his body showed that he was more than mildly enthused by the thought of sliding into Trick. Changing things up was exciting and he was ashamed now that he'd been so surprised by Trick's offer.

If they were able to combat their spiking emotions about being on the trip of a lifetime, they might've been able to keep their hands off each other long enough that this subject might never have come up. That would've been tragic.

Harm leant his head against the door frame and observed Trick's movements, smirking to himself as he watched the play of his boyfriend's muscles, doing his best to stop thinking about fucking him. He needed to get into the shower and see about waking up properly -- though his thoughts were certainly waking up parts of him.  "I can't believe we're actually here," he mused, his gaze drifting over the bathroom. The English bathroom. "I just want to go outside and listen to people talk," he grinned, looking back at Trick and thinking about British people with cool accents.
† OUT OF THE CITY † / Re: London Calling
« Last post by Pocky on September 15, 2020, 06:55:22 AM »
Two minutes of tooth brushing passed by the time Harm made it to the bathroom doorway. Trick rinsed his mouth out with water and spat it into the sink. From the side of his vision he saw Harm land his shoulder and he turned his head to properly look at him. Still standing at the sink with the aftertaste of mint paste on his tongue, he considered Harm's guess of one to two hours of orientation.

"I'll come with you but I'll head out when they show you around. I'll hang nearby and use the time to practice my urban shots." Trick nodded to himself and looked back at the mirror, moving a hand around his cheeks and jaw to feel the bristles coming through. Digging into his shaving kit next, Harm's question gave him no pause.

"Yeah, I like both for different reasons," he said, pulling out his razor and two small canisters. As he readied himself for a shave - short of foaming up his face - he continued. "You're the only guy I've been with that prominently wants me to top. I'm not having a go at you or anything," he said, turning to look at Harm, "because I'm okay with staying in my role if that's what you want, but you need a break. Maybe hands and mouths for a few nights?"

He picked up a canister, shook it and pressed a large amount of foam onto his palm before lathering it onto his face.

† OUT OF THE CITY † / Re: London Calling
« Last post by Existentially Odd on September 15, 2020, 12:49:55 AM »
Harm snorted as Trick claimed to need more jets and soft beds in his life, having greater difficulty getting his eyes open than his boyfriend seemed to be having. He was clearly an inferior specimen in the jet lag stakes because his brain felt like it was encased in fuzzy cotton wool. It lightened in a wave of goosebumps and shivers when teeth grazed his throat, his hands reaching lethargically but only grasping air as Trick pulled away with a startling comment.

Trick's volunteering to bottom?

Harm's eyelids fluttered open, hooded by a confused frown while his mouth dropped open and he struggled to speak. He lifted his head groggily in time to see Trick disappear into the ensuite. His voice floated out of the cavernous bathroom moments later, offering to accompany Harm to his first day at work. He still had a week before he started shifts but today was about letting them know he was present, getting his ID badge and roster and being inducted. His heart warmed at Trick's offer; it wasn't like he was some little kid fronting up for his first day at school but he was touched that he was being offered backup.

Trick's effortless thoughtfulness and generosity of spirit brought tears to his eyes (maybe he was still pretty jet lagged, actually) and made Harm want to melt pathetically all over the sexy water nymph. Part of him recognised that his heightened emotions were due to tiredness but the rest of him was too busy becoming goo to care. He dragged himself out of the huge bed like he was trying to scale a glacier in a snowstorm, glad Trick was no longer present to witness his lack of coordination.

Squinting against the light (he wasn't convinced there was a true sun behind it because everything was basically just white, not the gold he was used to sunlight being) pouring through the wall of glass that was too grand to be referred to as 'windows', he staggered to the ensuite doorjamb, where he landed heavily on his shoulder. They'd told the caretaker they'd met the day before to stop the automatic shutters that would turn day into night for the vampires that owned this place; he was regretting that move now. There had to be some way to stop the daylight fucking his eyeballs that didn't involve complete blackness but they hadn't had the wherewithal to think about that last night. The view of the city lights twinkling beyond their fourth storey glass wall had been captivating then. It was all fun and games until the sun fucking came up.

"Um... I'd love it if you came but it'll probably be boring. I know I have to get told how their system works and get my ID and shit so it'll probably be an hour. Maybe two," he mumbled, blinking to better make out Trick standing in front of one of the sinks. "I won't be offended if you think that sounds like a waste of your time," he shrugged, folding his arms across his bare chest and shivering slightly. Most of the bedroom was covered in thick rugs to prevent the chill of stylish concrete floors from seeping into undefended feet but they tapered out by the bathroom doorway. It didn't help that Harm was completely naked and the lesson on the underfloor heating had passed in one ear and out the other in the face of he and Trick processing the fucking ridiculous grandeur of this apartment. The caretaker had showed them around meticulously but it'd all been too much. They'd definitely forgotten most of it but there was a manual. Somewhere.

"An'... you'll bottom?" he asked, the slur of fatigue lessening with every word he spoke so that he sounded pretty awake right now (he thought). He was still squinting, though. He was also afraid to step into the bathroom in case the obnoxiously large mirror showed him just how bad his hair was right now. He ran a hasty hand through it, thinking that he'd believed him and Trick getting tested together so they could do away with condoms if they wanted had been a big step in their relationship. He was clearly not the visionary he'd convinced himself he was because he hadn't expected this.
† OUT OF THE CITY † / London Calling
« Last post by Pocky on September 13, 2020, 08:18:09 AM »
"I thought I'd be jet-lagged for days," Trick rumbled softly into Harm's ear, hugging him tightly in bed within the lush London apartment. "But I feel super refreshed this morning. I need more fancy jets and expensive beds in my life." He breathed warm, soft laughter across Harm's cheek before nuzzling into the hollow of his neck, getting his face firmly in there before Harm could squeal and lift his shoulder to lock him out. He scraped his teeth against his boyfriend's neck before pulling away with a forlorn sigh. "Your body needs a break. We'll have to reverse roles next time."

He rolled out of bed after grinning back at Harm's expression and moved to the en-suite for his morning routine. Teeth, shave, shower, hair.

"Do you want me to come to the hospital with you today when you check in? How long do you think that'll take?" he called out while squeezing toothpaste onto his brush. Unpacking last night before falling into bed had turned out to be a good idea.
Wyatt Hill Cemetary / Re: Silent Songs in the Dark
« Last post by Pocky on August 15, 2020, 07:34:59 AM »
The amused quirk of Adagio's lips at the corners shifted downward while a portion of his upper lip snagged. Not long after his expression changed he aimed his face at his meal, sighing through his nose. The question about the carnival hung in the air for a long moment as the musician continued to eat Adagio's stolen meal.

"No." There were no more words forthcoming. He waited and watched, fingers holding chopsticks at the ready while hands relaxed in his lap.
Wyatt Hill Cemetary / Re: Silent Songs in the Dark
« Last post by Macabre Beauty on August 02, 2020, 12:33:36 PM »
The first... feast of it? Was the kid from.. well, perhaps he couldn't place the era; but, the phrase definitely sounded anachronistic. Such were his thoughts as he received the fork. The plastic bit of cutlery danced across half-clad fingers, twirled while he reached for the food. He, now, more musing than honed in on hunger. He couldn't exactly place when he'd last been asked for a name. To the fae he performed with, he was just a kid with talent enough to appease them. Not to say he was --wholly aware of their ethereal existence. Not normal would be the best definition --as was the long ago "beast" in the park, the geaser he teased --and now...

"Adagio," he repeated, the name drawled in a firm intonation, "Ahh--dah--jii--O,  well didn't you just get the luck of the draw."

His gaze slid to meet the elder musician's, stark and critical as ebon analyzed the worth within. All the while, he stuck the fork into food and shoveled in his first helping. Between the second and the third, he posed, "Was that your first time at the carnival?" He rather ignored the request for a moniker. If the kid felt it to be that important, the query would come again --otherwise, it was of little consequence.

† OUT OF THE CITY † / Re: Jetsetters
« Last post by Existentially Odd on July 28, 2020, 03:34:21 AM »
Harm rolled his eyes, having watched Trick's progression through photographing the front half of the plane with great interest. He'd snuck behind him to peer into the cockpit, not wanting to miss out on that, but had otherwise chomped his way merrily through his food, content to watch Trick work as he did. He found his boyfriend's process fascinating - which he thought was a good thing, since he'd signed up to be exposed to it for many upcoming months.

Still, that didn't mean he had to put up with being teased so crassly. Squinting reproachfully at Trick, Harm waved a hand over the mostly-empty plates he'd stacked neatly on the table before himself in lieu of addressing the eating part of his question. "Remind me again why I used to think you were so charming when you use descriptions like 'face hole'?" he demanded drolly, folding his arms across his chest as he gave Trick an imperious expression. "And let me guess," he continued, not allowing Trick too much time to address the charming query, "now you want to photograph the back of the plane and you want me to sprawl across the bed like one of your French boys?!"

He gasped and pointed a finger for effect, as if Trick had said the controversial words himself, but also because he realised that, very soon, Trick really would be able to photograph as many French boys as he liked. The thought was as exciting as it was intimidating because Harm imagined they were all very sexy, with their sexy, sexy French accent and hot French bodies (not that he had one in particular in mind, since he was really still picturing Kate Winslet in Titanic in the first place, but he could work on it!). They would no doubt try to eat Trick up. Good grief what had they done coming to Europe, where everyone was sexy and had an amazing accent?!
† OUT OF THE CITY † / Re: Jetsetters
« Last post by Pocky on July 22, 2020, 01:28:15 PM »
Trick was already moving away as Harm spoke, eyeing different locations to photograph. At the end of Harm's teasing he held up the remainder of the treat he'd stolen and called out "French toast!" with a grin.

Trick moved through the plane's interior while Harm continued his meal and snapped images inside the jet as well as out the window onto the wing. With a few words to Jim he was allowed to photograph the cockpit from a vantage point behind the pilot. After he was done with the images he thought were more commercial, he took a few candids and then swapped out his camera for his phone and the selfie stick.

"Are you done shoveling food into your face hole yet?" Trick asked.

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