[Watching him with a withering look, he does find himself following him to the room despite himself. He looks as annoyed with himself as he does Hythlodaeus, yet he does not stop from assisting him in getting dressed.]
Did you seek him out because of my past relation with him?
[He cannot help but ask, but before Hythlodaeus can answer, he adds:]
You will most assuredly take him to the other side, I will not be made to suffer the sound of the two of you above me as I attempt to relax. At least, not in such close proximity, that is.
I had sought him out a few weeks ago, just to see what he was like. In truth, he was the one who contacted me on Gravlr. He called the photographs I took of myself art.
[He pulls a blue cotton yukata out of his closet and hands it to Hades. He doesn't even look at his underwear drawer.]
For ease, you can tuck my arm into the body of it.
[He continues to smile at Hades as he sinks to his knees and holds his one arm out slightly to make it easier to dress him.]
You might relax if you released a bit of energy. Surely we will make rather sweet music that you might enjoy if you allowed yourself... I jest! I shall take him to the other side. Is the key in the kitchen drawer?
[All Hythlodaeus gets for the most part is a roll of Hades' eyes and the shake of his head as he otherwise silently works at dressing him. He notes the lack of underwear, but isn't surprised by it. Really, this is just...great.
However, when Hythlodaeus adds that last part, Hades lets out a detesting groan.]
Is that what you want? Is that what you will truly be seeking pleasure in? The idea that I might pleasure myself to the sounds of your lovemaking? Perhaps that alone was your intention, to use him to affect me in such a way, that you might benefit from my arousal?
Much more of this, and I may tell you to take him to the streets!
[As he finishes his bitching, he tightens the yukata almost a little too tightly, but not quite enough to be a problem. After all, he wouldn't be wearing it for long.]
But yes, the key is in the drawer, try not to lose it. Now, off you go! Leave me to my isolation and feigned sense of peace.
Why don't you send a message to your boyfriend? That should cheer you right up, I think.
[He places a kiss on the top of his head before he goes to retrieve the key and keep Johann for waiting much longer. It is pretty funny when he opens the front door, his face still obscured, just like his Gravlr photos...]
[And then he ducks underneath to step out next to him.]
It seems fate would have had us speak again. Or... At least the Gravlr proximity positioning. Forgive me, I move around a bit slower without both of my hands, I would have liked to answer the door.
I didn't want to make him too jealous. His boyfriend is away to challenge the Elite Four, or so I hear.
[And he doesn't... Remind Johann of his name either as he walks over to the next door and gives him a warm smile as he unlocks it.]
But... Seeing as you two are acquainted, you should stay for dinner.
You'd think the chances rather low with how big of a city this is... [Not as big as, like, Goldcliff or Neverwinter, but that's neither here nor there.] So there's still a good bit of luck and I suppose fate involved in it.
[He briefly shrugs, biting down the smile threatening to show itself again.] You're fine, it was... a little awkward, admittedly, as I hadn't realized who I was talking to before. But I suppose it was bound to happen at some point.
[Boyfriend, huh? You know what, he's not surprised and is just quietly wondering if this was before or after the last time he... eh, whatever. Probably better to not think it over for too long.]
If it's not a problem, I wouldn't mind that. Though I don't want to... be in the way or anything, either. [Or make things worse, given what little he's gleaned of this situation, but whatever.]
On a bit of... business, I guess, what's your feelings on all this shit exactly? I know people tend to... stretch the truth a bit of what they do and don't want. You know, just get on the same page. [Because he's pretty damn sure there's going to need to be some creative things he'll need to figure out.]
I have no filtered parameters in my settings... Do you?
[Hythlodaeus was particular, of course, but his tastes were so prone to whimsy that he found it didn't help him very much.]
Oh, he's just a little irritable, but not with you in the least. He hides it poorly, but I am sure he would love the company. He spoke very highly of you, after all. Fret not, neither of us is one to mince our words.
[He listens carefully for any movement in the house and determines which room is most likely unoccupied before he puts his hand out for Johann to take.]
We still have much to discuss... Well, not too much, I suppose. But I would know if your interest in me is more of... my front or my back, shall I say.
[There's not a filter for "boring" or "doesn't know his dick from a stick", after all. That would have been more useful.]
I suppose if he's stuck without, then being irritable would make a lot of sense. If you don't know how to deal with a problem well enough. [... That might have been a bit of weird shade, but hell if he's going to say one way or the other. Nor is his particularly deadpan tone going to give away his meaning, either.
Even his hands are big and it's a strange sort of thing. But he's going to take it in turn, feeling far smaller than he ever thought he was before. It's not... unpleasant, necessarily.]
Mm. I suppose we do. Though I do wonder why you phrase it like that when I'd say the answer could absolutely be both. [Sorry, Hythlo, you're dealing with one of those types.]
And don't mind him, he's always a bit irate as it is, so this is hardly anything special.
[Hythlodaeus just makes a little shadier, huh. He glances back with a quick smile as he brings them into a room and slides the door shut behind them. He brings him to the cushy futon and sits as modestly as he is able. What would be a yukata for a regular sized person cut above the knee on him.]
...Well. I think that seeing photos is one thing, but seeing it all in person is quite another. Perhaps I was mistaken in wording that so vaguely. Would you like to give or receive this evening?
Honestly, around here it doesn't surprise me. But when orcs aren't much shorter and something like firbolg and bugbears are taller? Isn't not exactly unusual. Hell, depending on the kind of elf, they can be pretty tall, too. [YEAH BUT PEOPLE DON'T TEND TO FUCK EITHER OF THOSE THINGS, JOHANN.
Also Johann's just.
Short.
A lot more privacy is greatly appreciated and he is easily led and while he'd normally be cautious about looking someone over? This. Is not a normal situation and he's letting his gaze roam a bit, even if he might be slightly disappointed that he's being mostly modest about it.
As if Johann's not in layers of clothing.]
Mm. Well, I'm used to both so can't say I have much a preference on it. Though it's... been a while since I've dealt with a dick that size, or close to it. But I'm not against trying. [Or the alternative there, he's leaving this ball in Hythlo's court, sorry, man.]
Though I'm gonna guess you don't have much of a preference on it either if you're asking me, huh?
Oh? Have you slept with many ...ah, bugbears? [He asks without judgement.]
I tend to prefer being on top. But, I have been denied my month-long cravings for the other side of it. Though I have been without entirely for much too long... And you seem as if you would be very satisfying.
[He means, of course, with that delightful padding and how small he is in general. He places a hand on Johann's shoulder, slowly pushing him onto his back.]
Considering the majority of bugbears would sooner rip your face off than look at you? No. Did have a brief thing with a half-orc for a bit, fairly tall and broad, them.
[Month-long sounds way too long to him already and it's... still rather weird to hear it being said like that. Not that he's about to stop him, given... well, this is what he signed up for.]
Gotta admit, was hoping you'd lean that direction. [Someone is being an absolute bitch, if that small bit of a grin is anything to go by. He's easy to move, easy to comply to whatever he really wants at this point. Easier to just roll with it and see where things end up and far more fun that way.
So far, this is far more interesting than most of his other encounters have been.
But he is curious as he tries to reach a hand up to try and get a hold of that braid, at least he's not trying to pull on it. Just... merely a texture thing.]
Bestial, yes. Sapient? Ehhhh, kinda. That's just what everyone calls them, always has been.
[Oh, that's nice, actually. Even if it's insanely tempting to find some way to get that tie off to properly play with it and see how that goes. His own isn't... well, it's not in bad shape or anything. But it's certainly curly and doing its own thing.
Shit. He wasn't really expecting to be called out.]
The whole getting fucked thing, there's... [He trails off for a moment as he looks for the words to describe what he means, exactly.] There's something just real good about fucking someone way bigger than you in nearly every way. If that... makes any sense, I dunno.
[He looks down at him as his braid tumbles down over his shoulder. He had put it up for this... But, well. Even Hades loved to hold it and play with it. The tie for it is just right there, Johann. It wouldn't be hard at all...]
That makes perfect sense to me. The willful handing over of control is... a very intimate exchange, isn't it? If you want the reigns, you can take them.
[Now... Now that it all is really beginning in earnest, he thinks, his blood begins to move. He reclines next to him, propping himself up on his good arm, injured one still tucked away though his fingers peek out.]
...Though as indisposed as I am, the difference in strength is much less dramatic, perhaps.
[It's not every day that he gets someone that has long hair that's worth playing with. So, sorry, Hythlo, he is absolutely going to casually and "accidentally" get rid of that tie.]
Usually the types I seem to deal with tend to think that, just because they're bigger than I am, that I can't possibly do anything but lie back and take it. [Ah, right, his wrist. He'd almost forgotten about that tidbit of information.
At least he can be careful about it when it's at the forefront of his mind, even while shifting around to sit on his knees to just watch him for a moment or so. God, it's almost unfair how he looks. But he can't say that.]
You say that, but a bard's strength isn't in the physical. Not that I have none at all... [Certainly not, that's not his dump stat. However, he does move once more to see about straddling his waist while reaching to play with his hair with a brush of nails against scalp where he can.]
It's rather unfair, you know. [Perhaps he should elaborate, but he's not.]
How brutish... and simplistic. Size has rather little to do with preference.
[ He’s frankly flattered that he wants to pull his braid out and touch his scalp and hair. Not to mention the other feelings that float to the surface. Namely arousal and affection. He lets his eyes fall shut for a moment as he lets himself enjoy it. Hades had said he was tender, hadn’t he?]
[He almost lets himself wade into self-pity. If only he had both hands to touch this man with. He looks soft, and finds himself wanting to sate his curiosity. He places a hand on his thigh, letting it trail up his front to his shoulder.]
My own strength is hardly mere physicality either.
I'd say a lot of people are rather stupid out there, but that's probably unfair. [It's not, actually.
He'd be almost content just staying like this for a while, little touches and casual exploration. Blunt nails knowing just how much pressure to use against his scalp and calloused fingers enjoying the texture of his hair against the skin.
Really, he seems pleased and relaxed which is quite fine with him and almost the point.
Nor had he really expected any real contact back in return, a soft huff of breath his reward for a wandering hand. There's too much clothing, which is entirely his own fault, but that can be changed soon enough.]
Ah. [Right, explaining.] Rather unfair that someone as plain as I am gets this sort of... I suppose privilege. While you're far more... interesting and curious. [What does that even mean? Other than his continual ability to knock down any of his own self-esteem in matters that aren't music-related.]
[He looks at the other with open adoration at the sensation of those clever fingers against his scalp. Musician’s fingers, he reminds himself. A god of music, to be precise. ]
[ He brings his hand to his mouth to laugh in his quiet, breathy way. ]
I wouldn’t call you plain at all! You’re a tad shy for someone who swept me off my feet so readily but an hour ago. Come here and kiss me.
[ He twists his hand in the other’s scarf, pulling him down to meet his lips. ]
[A title that's still so odd for him to say as it'd been such a short period of time since he'd had that title thrust upon him with little to not explanation. There was time for revelry, for rebuilding, given how the astral plane had been dealing with a plane-eating type of monster.
And then he'd ended up here, back in a flesh and bone body. In a situation like this when he hadn't a real chance to do so in well over a year, if not longer.
Perhaps it's better to not dwell on it, especially when he can't help a huff of a laugh in return at his words. First time he's supposedly ever swept someone off their feet, either.
Not that he gets very long to think about it as he's pulled down into a kiss while his free hand moves to find the damn tie to this yukata to have easier access to let his hand find muscle he's quite keen on exploring.]
[And that is quite the simple tie, at the very least. If Johann wants muscle, he’s absolutely filthy with it. It’s all the lean, well-toned muscle of someone who has had all the time in the world to do yoga, but chooses to do it at four in the morning for an hour. ]
[Also, he hasn’t bothered to put anything else on, so pulling it open enough will render him nude.]
[ He breaks the kiss to gaze up at him, his hand winding around the scarf to pull it off entirely. ]
Undress. I would look upon you, in spite of how plain you may think you are.
[It wouldn't even be the weirdest he's heard, given some of the Reclaimers he's come into contact with and how strange their training schedules tend to be. Not that he's particularly keen on watching the majority of them. But muscle is something of an art form in and of itself, or so he's since decided, how fascinating it makes a body. Whether human or otherwise, the way the definition changes depending on what someone does or doesn't do.
Good thing that the scarf is about the most complicated thing about this entire outfit, even if he's not terribly pleased to have that kiss broken. He'll deal with it soon enough, after all.
With a small bit of a smile, because really, how those words twist into him like a knife. A pleasant one, but still cutting deeply, he can't help himself.]
Merely didn't want to get your expectations too high. [He really does find himself rather plain in appearance, though he's at least moving off of him to stand properly once more to quietly work on shedding what little clothing he really is wearing. As is to be expected of him, he does come across as a softer man, not needing to focus on much else than keeping a sentient jellyfish alive via compositions. Less need to make sure he can deal with a battle.
Though the feeling of air on his skin is almost immediately pulling goosebumps to the surface as he pauses on removing the last bit that's little more than simple underwear, thumbs caught on the top elastic. Just a moment to raise a brow at his current companion with a small quirk of a grin at the edges of his lips.]
Do you know why I call myself plain? [Why are we doing this.]
[You started it and he's pedantic. Next question.]
I truly cannot imagine why. So... Why?
[He raises his eyebrows as he sits up to watch Johann undressing with very pleased interest. He'll just have to make him sit for some pencil studies afterwards.]
[He watches mildly, committing his form to memory even now, picturing how he will feel under his hands and pressed against him. in those intimate ways. He flushes with his quickened pulse as he pulls his yukata free, exposing his somewhat wiry frame and half-hardened arousal.]
[He plucks a short stray hair from his lap and dusts it between his thumb and forefinger.
[He's technically a god, this is the kind of shit he should be doing.]
Because at least if you look plain then people will be forced to pay attention to your talent versus looks getting in the way. [... That's actually a fairly good point, in his defense.
But god is he a little distracted as he moves, gaze quietly allowing him to linger on the details he can get. Start from the top and move towards the bottom. He can't help himself as he unconsciously bites at his lower lip when he notices the fact he's only half hardened at this point. It's ridiculous, almost, but given his frame and his height, he supposes it makes sense well enough in scale.
Ah, right. He was doing something, wasn't he. Luckily he does not pause for too much longer, finally removing the last bit of clothing. He's... average by all standards of the word and Hythlo has probably already noticed his hair is sparse at best. But it's mostly to be expected and he might feel just the slightest bit outclassed here while moving to sit back down with a soft release of a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.]
Pales in comparison, I suppose. But there's more to life than just that. [Particularly when you're a musician who's quite adept with their hands out of necessity, is what he's clearly implying.]
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Did you seek him out because of my past relation with him?
[He cannot help but ask, but before Hythlodaeus can answer, he adds:]
You will most assuredly take him to the other side, I will not be made to suffer the sound of the two of you above me as I attempt to relax. At least, not in such close proximity, that is.
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[He pulls a blue cotton yukata out of his closet and hands it to Hades. He doesn't even look at his underwear drawer.]
For ease, you can tuck my arm into the body of it.
[He continues to smile at Hades as he sinks to his knees and holds his one arm out slightly to make it easier to dress him.]
You might relax if you released a bit of energy. Surely we will make rather sweet music that you might enjoy if you allowed yourself... I jest! I shall take him to the other side. Is the key in the kitchen drawer?
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However, when Hythlodaeus adds that last part, Hades lets out a detesting groan.]
Is that what you want? Is that what you will truly be seeking pleasure in? The idea that I might pleasure myself to the sounds of your lovemaking? Perhaps that alone was your intention, to use him to affect me in such a way, that you might benefit from my arousal?
Much more of this, and I may tell you to take him to the streets!
[As he finishes his bitching, he tightens the yukata almost a little too tightly, but not quite enough to be a problem. After all, he wouldn't be wearing it for long.]
But yes, the key is in the drawer, try not to lose it. Now, off you go! Leave me to my isolation and feigned sense of peace.
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[He places a kiss on the top of his head before he goes to retrieve the key and keep Johann for waiting much longer. It is pretty funny when he opens the front door, his face still obscured, just like his Gravlr photos...]
[And then he ducks underneath to step out next to him.]
We own the house adjacent as well. Come.
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But he's jolting as the door opens again, going wide-eyed for a moment before...
Oh.
Oh son of a bitch, it all suddenly makes sense.]
You know, this wasn't quite the way I expected to speak to you again. But here we are. [Names are hard to remember sometimes, but faces aren't.]
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I didn't want to make him too jealous. His boyfriend is away to challenge the Elite Four, or so I hear.
[And he doesn't... Remind Johann of his name either as he walks over to the next door and gives him a warm smile as he unlocks it.]
But... Seeing as you two are acquainted, you should stay for dinner.
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[He briefly shrugs, biting down the smile threatening to show itself again.] You're fine, it was... a little awkward, admittedly, as I hadn't realized who I was talking to before. But I suppose it was bound to happen at some point.
[Boyfriend, huh? You know what, he's not surprised and is just quietly wondering if this was before or after the last time he... eh, whatever. Probably better to not think it over for too long.]
If it's not a problem, I wouldn't mind that. Though I don't want to... be in the way or anything, either. [Or make things worse, given what little he's gleaned of this situation, but whatever.]
On a bit of... business, I guess, what's your feelings on all this shit exactly? I know people tend to... stretch the truth a bit of what they do and don't want. You know, just get on the same page. [Because he's pretty damn sure there's going to need to be some creative things he'll need to figure out.]
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[Hythlodaeus was particular, of course, but his tastes were so prone to whimsy that he found it didn't help him very much.]
Oh, he's just a little irritable, but not with you in the least. He hides it poorly, but I am sure he would love the company. He spoke very highly of you, after all. Fret not, neither of us is one to mince our words.
[He listens carefully for any movement in the house and determines which room is most likely unoccupied before he puts his hand out for Johann to take.]
We still have much to discuss... Well, not too much, I suppose. But I would know if your interest in me is more of... my front or my back, shall I say.
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[There's not a filter for "boring" or "doesn't know his dick from a stick", after all. That would have been more useful.]
I suppose if he's stuck without, then being irritable would make a lot of sense. If you don't know how to deal with a problem well enough. [... That might have been a bit of weird shade, but hell if he's going to say one way or the other. Nor is his particularly deadpan tone going to give away his meaning, either.
Even his hands are big and it's a strange sort of thing. But he's going to take it in turn, feeling far smaller than he ever thought he was before. It's not... unpleasant, necessarily.]
Mm. I suppose we do. Though I do wonder why you phrase it like that when I'd say the answer could absolutely be both. [Sorry, Hythlo, you're dealing with one of those types.]
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And don't mind him, he's always a bit irate as it is, so this is hardly anything special.
[Hythlodaeus just makes a little shadier, huh. He glances back with a quick smile as he brings them into a room and slides the door shut behind them. He brings him to the cushy futon and sits as modestly as he is able. What would be a yukata for a regular sized person cut above the knee on him.]
...Well. I think that seeing photos is one thing, but seeing it all in person is quite another. Perhaps I was mistaken in wording that so vaguely. Would you like to give or receive this evening?
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Also Johann's just.
Short.
A lot more privacy is greatly appreciated and he is easily led and while he'd normally be cautious about looking someone over? This. Is not a normal situation and he's letting his gaze roam a bit, even if he might be slightly disappointed that he's being mostly modest about it.
As if Johann's not in layers of clothing.]
Mm. Well, I'm used to both so can't say I have much a preference on it. Though it's... been a while since I've dealt with a dick that size, or close to it. But I'm not against trying. [Or the alternative there, he's leaving this ball in Hythlo's court, sorry, man.]
Though I'm gonna guess you don't have much of a preference on it either if you're asking me, huh?
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I tend to prefer being on top. But, I have been denied my month-long cravings for the other side of it. Though I have been without entirely for much too long... And you seem as if you would be very satisfying.
[He means, of course, with that delightful padding and how small he is in general. He places a hand on Johann's shoulder, slowly pushing him onto his back.]
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[Month-long sounds way too long to him already and it's... still rather weird to hear it being said like that. Not that he's about to stop him, given... well, this is what he signed up for.]
Gotta admit, was hoping you'd lean that direction. [Someone is being an absolute bitch, if that small bit of a grin is anything to go by. He's easy to move, easy to comply to whatever he really wants at this point. Easier to just roll with it and see where things end up and far more fun that way.
So far, this is far more interesting than most of his other encounters have been.
But he is curious as he tries to reach a hand up to try and get a hold of that braid, at least he's not trying to pull on it. Just... merely a texture thing.]
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[His hair, blow-dried out thankfully, is soft and fine. He reaches a hand into Johann's hair as well as he blinks down at him placidly. He grins.]
...Which direction?
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[Oh, that's nice, actually. Even if it's insanely tempting to find some way to get that tie off to properly play with it and see how that goes. His own isn't... well, it's not in bad shape or anything. But it's certainly curly and doing its own thing.
Shit. He wasn't really expecting to be called out.]
The whole getting fucked thing, there's... [He trails off for a moment as he looks for the words to describe what he means, exactly.] There's something just real good about fucking someone way bigger than you in nearly every way. If that... makes any sense, I dunno.
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That makes perfect sense to me. The willful handing over of control is... a very intimate exchange, isn't it? If you want the reigns, you can take them.
[Now... Now that it all is really beginning in earnest, he thinks, his blood begins to move. He reclines next to him, propping himself up on his good arm, injured one still tucked away though his fingers peek out.]
...Though as indisposed as I am, the difference in strength is much less dramatic, perhaps.
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Usually the types I seem to deal with tend to think that, just because they're bigger than I am, that I can't possibly do anything but lie back and take it. [Ah, right, his wrist. He'd almost forgotten about that tidbit of information.
At least he can be careful about it when it's at the forefront of his mind, even while shifting around to sit on his knees to just watch him for a moment or so. God, it's almost unfair how he looks. But he can't say that.]
You say that, but a bard's strength isn't in the physical. Not that I have none at all... [Certainly not, that's not his dump stat. However, he does move once more to see about straddling his waist while reaching to play with his hair with a brush of nails against scalp where he can.]
It's rather unfair, you know. [Perhaps he should elaborate, but he's not.]
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[ He’s frankly flattered that he wants to pull his braid out and touch his scalp and hair. Not to mention the other feelings that float to the surface. Namely arousal and affection. He lets his eyes fall shut for a moment as he lets himself enjoy it. Hades had said he was tender, hadn’t he?]
[He almost lets himself wade into self-pity. If only he had both hands to touch this man with. He looks soft, and finds himself wanting to sate his curiosity. He places a hand on his thigh, letting it trail up his front to his shoulder.]
My own strength is hardly mere physicality either.
[ He raises his brows at those words. ]
It is unfair, isn’t it?
[ He says, agreeing without examining it first. ]
...Is it?
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He'd be almost content just staying like this for a while, little touches and casual exploration. Blunt nails knowing just how much pressure to use against his scalp and calloused fingers enjoying the texture of his hair against the skin.
Really, he seems pleased and relaxed which is quite fine with him and almost the point.
Nor had he really expected any real contact back in return, a soft huff of breath his reward for a wandering hand. There's too much clothing, which is entirely his own fault, but that can be changed soon enough.]
Ah. [Right, explaining.] Rather unfair that someone as plain as I am gets this sort of... I suppose privilege. While you're far more... interesting and curious. [What does that even mean? Other than his continual ability to knock down any of his own self-esteem in matters that aren't music-related.]
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[ He brings his hand to his mouth to laugh in his quiet, breathy way. ]
I wouldn’t call you plain at all! You’re a tad shy for someone who swept me off my feet so readily but an hour ago. Come here and kiss me.
[ He twists his hand in the other’s scarf, pulling him down to meet his lips. ]
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And then he'd ended up here, back in a flesh and bone body. In a situation like this when he hadn't a real chance to do so in well over a year, if not longer.
Perhaps it's better to not dwell on it, especially when he can't help a huff of a laugh in return at his words. First time he's supposedly ever swept someone off their feet, either.
Not that he gets very long to think about it as he's pulled down into a kiss while his free hand moves to find the damn tie to this yukata to have easier access to let his hand find muscle he's quite keen on exploring.]
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[Also, he hasn’t bothered to put anything else on, so pulling it open enough will render him nude.]
[ He breaks the kiss to gaze up at him, his hand winding around the scarf to pull it off entirely. ]
Undress. I would look upon you, in spite of how plain you may think you are.
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Good thing that the scarf is about the most complicated thing about this entire outfit, even if he's not terribly pleased to have that kiss broken. He'll deal with it soon enough, after all.
With a small bit of a smile, because really, how those words twist into him like a knife. A pleasant one, but still cutting deeply, he can't help himself.]
Merely didn't want to get your expectations too high. [He really does find himself rather plain in appearance, though he's at least moving off of him to stand properly once more to quietly work on shedding what little clothing he really is wearing. As is to be expected of him, he does come across as a softer man, not needing to focus on much else than keeping a sentient jellyfish alive via compositions. Less need to make sure he can deal with a battle.
Though the feeling of air on his skin is almost immediately pulling goosebumps to the surface as he pauses on removing the last bit that's little more than simple underwear, thumbs caught on the top elastic. Just a moment to raise a brow at his current companion with a small quirk of a grin at the edges of his lips.]
Do you know why I call myself plain? [Why are we doing this.]
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I truly cannot imagine why. So... Why?
[He raises his eyebrows as he sits up to watch Johann undressing with very pleased interest. He'll just have to make him sit for some pencil studies afterwards.]
[He watches mildly, committing his form to memory even now, picturing how he will feel under his hands and pressed against him. in those intimate ways. He flushes with his quickened pulse as he pulls his yukata free, exposing his somewhat wiry frame and half-hardened arousal.]
[He plucks a short stray hair from his lap and dusts it between his thumb and forefinger.
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Because at least if you look plain then people will be forced to pay attention to your talent versus looks getting in the way. [... That's actually a fairly good point, in his defense.
But god is he a little distracted as he moves, gaze quietly allowing him to linger on the details he can get. Start from the top and move towards the bottom. He can't help himself as he unconsciously bites at his lower lip when he notices the fact he's only half hardened at this point. It's ridiculous, almost, but given his frame and his height, he supposes it makes sense well enough in scale.
Ah, right. He was doing something, wasn't he. Luckily he does not pause for too much longer, finally removing the last bit of clothing. He's... average by all standards of the word and Hythlo has probably already noticed his hair is sparse at best. But it's mostly to be expected and he might feel just the slightest bit outclassed here while moving to sit back down with a soft release of a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.]
Pales in comparison, I suppose. But there's more to life than just that. [Particularly when you're a musician who's quite adept with their hands out of necessity, is what he's clearly implying.]
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