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.]
I've never cared much for appearance one way or the other. They are ultimately unimportant, even if I may appreciate them in my own way. My people placed little stock in vanity above function. That is not to say that we didn't value beauty... Mine apologies, it is a rather complex topic for us.
[He's quick to wrap his one good arm around him, quickly giving in to his desire to feel him. Flesh and bone and all, as it were.]
...It is as you say. There is more to life than just that. But for you to consider me a privilege... We are equals, are we not? I consider you to be a privilege as well.
I'd call you lucky in that regard, where I'm from, appearances can mean everything. [Whether it be a handsome and charismatic politician to a terrifying looking criminal, it all comes down to appearances at the end of the day. As much as he may hate to admit to it. But at least he knew the compliments came strictly from his talent than some weird vain attempt via an appearance.
Certainly he does not mind the contact, shifting a bit closer to put as much against him as he can. Normally, normally he would have immediately gotten down to what he was here for. But there's something about this that... makes him feel as if he should be more careful and take his time with it. That it feels more right to do things this way.
Sometimes he can be perceptive.]
I wouldn't call myself anything special, but it would seem you insist that isn't the case. [There's a small hint of amusement to his tone, despite the usual deadpan he's probably come to expect from him at this point.] Far be it from me to tell you that you're wrong, after all.
[Nor, in some deep part of him, would he want for him to agree with his own thoughts.
Or would he want to keep his hands to himself, given one is moving to his thigh, letting those rough fingers lightly rub against bare skin. Savor the moment, because there's rarely ever a second chance.]
[Or so he's happy to let people believe. People get a little antsier when they can see all the strings.]
[But he's happy to press his body against Johann's and watch his hand move on his thigh.]
You could say that I have an eye for the exemplary that would be in good manners for you to not take too lightly.
[But there's no edge to his words here He direly wishes he had use of his other hand, but contents himself with testing the give of his flesh against his hands, trying to match the density to to the closest familiar substance. His hand ends up cupping against his chest as he buries his face in Johann's hair.]
[All the while Johann is trying to live in exactly this moment and make a good impression, Hythlodaeus is considering when he might like to come over next.]
Just because I can't see it, doesn't necessarily mean it's not there. I suppose. [Meaning he'll relinquish to his praise for the time being, even if deep down he's pretty sure none of it is still true. One of these days he'll get around to fixing that, but that's really not any time soon. As far as he's concerned, there's more important things to worry about.
To him it's... quite strange to have someone taking this sort of time with him. Usually in a manner he's not too fond of, or little comments that he'd rather forget. There had been a time or two when that wasn't the case, but it's easier to see the negative over the positive. But he's not about to tell him to not do something that certainly isn't a problem, even while he finds it all rather amusing. In a way it's almost soothing, especially when he can feel a nice bit of red burning at his cheeks and tips of his ears when he buries his face in his hair.]
Far more affectionate than I'm used to. [He muses softly, voice barely audible and more meant for his own thoughts than anything else. But he's quite keen to take what he can to memory, the hand on his thigh continuing little circles while his other goes back to exploring what muscle he can trace from stomach and up. Rough, but careful fingers, far more deft than they have any right to be.]
[For Hythlodaeus' part, he had been aching for weeks for this sort of contact. The gentle touching that sent his mind buzzing. The ease and relief of knowing that he wouldn't have to pull away. He may have been a fake person, but as far as he could tell these feelings were terribly lifelike. He wished terribly for the use of his other hand. Even trying to curl his fingers sends a jolt up his arm.]
As far as I've surmised, the average mortal is... a subpar lover. I cannot understand avoiding the ecstasy of allowing oneself to fall into another completely.
[His hand trails up, fingertips against his collarbone before he tilts his chin back up and moves to kiss him again.]
[Unfortunate that he can't use the other hand right now, but, for his part, he'd be content to wait and see what that might lead to later. But for now, there's more that can be done here and he certainly is still quite keen to learn what he can from him.
After all, it's not every day that he catches the interest of someone like this who's both interesting in and out of the sheets.]
Some merely wish for a hole to use or a tool to fill their own and that is all. [He's... been there, though those were certainly more desperate times than this.
Nor had he dealt with a lover that was so keen on contact and so keen on this type of affection. He's not complaining, of course, deep down being desperate for positive attention on these matters. Rather eagerly returning the kiss as the hand now at the bottom of his rib cage stops and instead presses against it with a little bit of strength to steady himself. Neither has that blush died down, as stupid and young as it might make him seem.]
I wouldn't mind such done to me... were it coming from the right person, I should clarify. Such little tousles of power can be quite enjoyable.
[ He had the distinct sense that his self-esteem was much higher than Johann's at any rate. Even with his current existential crisis. He looks at his sling, finding it to be irritating him for his purposes. He unhooks his arm from around Johann, and unclasps it to set it aside. What's left is just a wrist splint. ]
I shouldn't move my fingers, but here, sit in my lap that I might touch you more easily.
[ He sits up easily without the assistance of his arms, those tight muscles in his core flexing as he pulls Johann into the space between his bent knees and crossed ankles. He places a few fingers on his jaw, letting it trace down his throat and down his center. ]
There is a part of the brain that is dedicated only to the sensations of light touch, that is to say... We all to have this innate desire for caresses.
[ His hand goes flat, squeezing at Johann's pectoral, marveling at how much of his hand covers him and privately enjoying the interplay of contrast in their skin tones. ]
They can be, I'm not against such a thing but not when it's from someone I know absolutely nothing about. [And then promptly never hears from again, but that isn't something he's about to say aloud. Everything had its place and its purpose, who was he to judge if that was what someone wanted?
He certainly isn't wrong about the self-esteem differences between them and he's quiet as he watches him move and remove that sling. Truly, he's fairly curious still about how he ended up in such a situation, but he won't pry. Merely be a tad bit impressed that he's even remotely removing it for these purposes. He's... seen people in such a situation and they seemed to not want to move their injured arm in the slightest.]
Ah, right. If I need to move again or if something becomes uncomfortable, just let me know. That's the exact opposite of what we want here, after all. [He's not wrong and he's quite quick to help move, the smallest hint of a smile playing on his lips once again before it's gone as quick as it came. Seems to be a habit with him.
It's certainly not fair that he can move like that, either, tight muscle that is honestly more impressive than it has any right to be but his attention is shifted away from that as that finger finds his jaw and he can feel his breath catch in his throat, almost afraid to breathe for a moment or two while he traces, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Slowly he can finally release that breath, feeling the red burning at his cheeks. It's stupid, he knows it, but he can't quite help it.]
There's something to be said for a gentle touch in many a thing, you... aren't incorrect about it. Obviously. [There's a small hint of amusement to his tone on the last part, knowing full well his own reaction to this amount of nonsense. Nor has he not noticed what he's looking at his his hand goes flat, a brow raised slowly.]
Contrast is a powerful force in many different kinds of art, whether it be deep and rich baritones mixed with light and airy treble or the night sky to the bright morning. No matter how many times you see it, it still causes a moment of awe in how natural they work together.
[Perhaps that's ridiculous, but he doesn't mind in the slightest. Hands moving to find places to rest, one returning to his thigh while the other goes back to mapping muscle once again.]
Admittedly, I'm quite fond of contrasts instead of the complimentary.
You will find that I have no such issue speaking my mind, so you needn’t worry.
[He pulls his hand up until it is just his fingertips making contact, hand brushing down until it finally, finally meets Johann’s cock and he holds it gently in his hand as his thumb brushes against the shaft. ]
I cannot help but wonder what sort of contrasts you might house within you. You seem a complimentary type... Describe to me how you will take me.
[He knows well what the end goal is here, he has to, given everything. But there's still something almost unexpected in the way those fingers move and finally make contact. Really, he can't help a quick intake of breath at such a simple thing.
During all of this he'd mostly ignored the fact that he'd been ready for this mess for quite a while now. But when his focus is settled on exploring and listening, it's not uncommon for him.
Settling into the contact he finds himself trying to press further into him, attempting to pull his brain back.]
Ah... [Words are quite hard, really.] Admittedly, I know I'm out of my depth here, but I'm quite fond of the tease. Slow, steady, but deliberate. Though I do wonder, with what I have seen, if there is a point to where it becomes frustrating enough to warrant bargaining, pleading, that sort of thing. [He's quiet for a moment before letting one of his blunt nails lightly dig into Hythlo's thigh.]
I admit I'm also curious how such a beautiful porcelain complexion might look covered in different marks. I'm sure pinks, blues, and purples would look particularly wonderful... [There's that bit of a smile again before he's shifting to push forward against him, lips grazing against skin.]
A lot of factors there, but it wouldn't be the first time I've had to juggle the unknown and compel it into a pleasing state.
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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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[He's quick to wrap his one good arm around him, quickly giving in to his desire to feel him. Flesh and bone and all, as it were.]
...It is as you say. There is more to life than just that. But for you to consider me a privilege... We are equals, are we not? I consider you to be a privilege as well.
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Certainly he does not mind the contact, shifting a bit closer to put as much against him as he can. Normally, normally he would have immediately gotten down to what he was here for. But there's something about this that... makes him feel as if he should be more careful and take his time with it. That it feels more right to do things this way.
Sometimes he can be perceptive.]
I wouldn't call myself anything special, but it would seem you insist that isn't the case. [There's a small hint of amusement to his tone, despite the usual deadpan he's probably come to expect from him at this point.] Far be it from me to tell you that you're wrong, after all.
[Nor, in some deep part of him, would he want for him to agree with his own thoughts.
Or would he want to keep his hands to himself, given one is moving to his thigh, letting those rough fingers lightly rub against bare skin. Savor the moment, because there's rarely ever a second chance.]
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[Or so he's happy to let people believe. People get a little antsier when they can see all the strings.]
[But he's happy to press his body against Johann's and watch his hand move on his thigh.]
You could say that I have an eye for the exemplary that would be in good manners for you to not take too lightly.
[But there's no edge to his words here He direly wishes he had use of his other hand, but contents himself with testing the give of his flesh against his hands, trying to match the density to to the closest familiar substance. His hand ends up cupping against his chest as he buries his face in Johann's hair.]
[All the while Johann is trying to live in exactly this moment and make a good impression, Hythlodaeus is considering when he might like to come over next.]
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To him it's... quite strange to have someone taking this sort of time with him. Usually in a manner he's not too fond of, or little comments that he'd rather forget. There had been a time or two when that wasn't the case, but it's easier to see the negative over the positive. But he's not about to tell him to not do something that certainly isn't a problem, even while he finds it all rather amusing. In a way it's almost soothing, especially when he can feel a nice bit of red burning at his cheeks and tips of his ears when he buries his face in his hair.]
Far more affectionate than I'm used to. [He muses softly, voice barely audible and more meant for his own thoughts than anything else. But he's quite keen to take what he can to memory, the hand on his thigh continuing little circles while his other goes back to exploring what muscle he can trace from stomach and up. Rough, but careful fingers, far more deft than they have any right to be.]
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As far as I've surmised, the average mortal is... a subpar lover. I cannot understand avoiding the ecstasy of allowing oneself to fall into another completely.
[His hand trails up, fingertips against his collarbone before he tilts his chin back up and moves to kiss him again.]
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After all, it's not every day that he catches the interest of someone like this who's both interesting in and out of the sheets.]
Some merely wish for a hole to use or a tool to fill their own and that is all. [He's... been there, though those were certainly more desperate times than this.
Nor had he dealt with a lover that was so keen on contact and so keen on this type of affection. He's not complaining, of course, deep down being desperate for positive attention on these matters. Rather eagerly returning the kiss as the hand now at the bottom of his rib cage stops and instead presses against it with a little bit of strength to steady himself. Neither has that blush died down, as stupid and young as it might make him seem.]
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[ He had the distinct sense that his self-esteem was much higher than Johann's at any rate. Even with his current existential crisis. He looks at his sling, finding it to be irritating him for his purposes. He unhooks his arm from around Johann, and unclasps it to set it aside. What's left is just a wrist splint. ]
I shouldn't move my fingers, but here, sit in my lap that I might touch you more easily.
[ He sits up easily without the assistance of his arms, those tight muscles in his core flexing as he pulls Johann into the space between his bent knees and crossed ankles. He places a few fingers on his jaw, letting it trace down his throat and down his center. ]
There is a part of the brain that is dedicated only to the sensations of light touch, that is to say... We all to have this innate desire for caresses.
[ His hand goes flat, squeezing at Johann's pectoral, marveling at how much of his hand covers him and privately enjoying the interplay of contrast in their skin tones. ]
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He certainly isn't wrong about the self-esteem differences between them and he's quiet as he watches him move and remove that sling. Truly, he's fairly curious still about how he ended up in such a situation, but he won't pry. Merely be a tad bit impressed that he's even remotely removing it for these purposes. He's... seen people in such a situation and they seemed to not want to move their injured arm in the slightest.]
Ah, right. If I need to move again or if something becomes uncomfortable, just let me know. That's the exact opposite of what we want here, after all. [He's not wrong and he's quite quick to help move, the smallest hint of a smile playing on his lips once again before it's gone as quick as it came. Seems to be a habit with him.
It's certainly not fair that he can move like that, either, tight muscle that is honestly more impressive than it has any right to be but his attention is shifted away from that as that finger finds his jaw and he can feel his breath catch in his throat, almost afraid to breathe for a moment or two while he traces, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Slowly he can finally release that breath, feeling the red burning at his cheeks. It's stupid, he knows it, but he can't quite help it.]
There's something to be said for a gentle touch in many a thing, you... aren't incorrect about it. Obviously. [There's a small hint of amusement to his tone on the last part, knowing full well his own reaction to this amount of nonsense. Nor has he not noticed what he's looking at his his hand goes flat, a brow raised slowly.]
Contrast is a powerful force in many different kinds of art, whether it be deep and rich baritones mixed with light and airy treble or the night sky to the bright morning. No matter how many times you see it, it still causes a moment of awe in how natural they work together.
[Perhaps that's ridiculous, but he doesn't mind in the slightest. Hands moving to find places to rest, one returning to his thigh while the other goes back to mapping muscle once again.]
Admittedly, I'm quite fond of contrasts instead of the complimentary.
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[He pulls his hand up until it is just his fingertips making contact, hand brushing down until it finally, finally meets Johann’s cock and he holds it gently in his hand as his thumb brushes against the shaft. ]
I cannot help but wonder what sort of contrasts you might house within you. You seem a complimentary type... Describe to me how you will take me.
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During all of this he'd mostly ignored the fact that he'd been ready for this mess for quite a while now. But when his focus is settled on exploring and listening, it's not uncommon for him.
Settling into the contact he finds himself trying to press further into him, attempting to pull his brain back.]
Ah... [Words are quite hard, really.] Admittedly, I know I'm out of my depth here, but I'm quite fond of the tease. Slow, steady, but deliberate. Though I do wonder, with what I have seen, if there is a point to where it becomes frustrating enough to warrant bargaining, pleading, that sort of thing. [He's quiet for a moment before letting one of his blunt nails lightly dig into Hythlo's thigh.]
I admit I'm also curious how such a beautiful porcelain complexion might look covered in different marks. I'm sure pinks, blues, and purples would look particularly wonderful... [There's that bit of a smile again before he's shifting to push forward against him, lips grazing against skin.]
A lot of factors there, but it wouldn't be the first time I've had to juggle the unknown and compel it into a pleasing state.
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