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sleepytimejunction2023-10-12 02:39 pm
limbical) wrote in sleepytimejunction2023-10-12 02:39 pm
oh my god there was one bed.
[You know how it is. A new location opens up in the City, and then they're off to investigate despite all of the weird shit that's happened in the past. By now, not a lot surprises Daan; not to say he doesn't react to anything, but it's more with exasperation than anything else, and this isn't especially all that different.
The residential district that opened up felt off already. Most of the buildings uniform, some odd loft-like setting inside of them. More like a single room cottage than housing, but it's also the kind of place he wouldn't have minded staying as a kid. Not exactly saying much, but it's a sturdy roof over the head and, presumably, some clean furniture.
The problem is that the door has locked behind them, and there aren't windows, otherwise breaking out would be too easy. Because of fucking course.]
It's about that time that I wish I had any lockpicking skills at all. Then again, I doubt that'd do us much good here...
Anyway. If we go have anything like past patterns to go by, this should be temporary. So we've got that going for us.
[Probably.]
The residential district that opened up felt off already. Most of the buildings uniform, some odd loft-like setting inside of them. More like a single room cottage than housing, but it's also the kind of place he wouldn't have minded staying as a kid. Not exactly saying much, but it's a sturdy roof over the head and, presumably, some clean furniture.
The problem is that the door has locked behind them, and there aren't windows, otherwise breaking out would be too easy. Because of fucking course.]
It's about that time that I wish I had any lockpicking skills at all. Then again, I doubt that'd do us much good here...
Anyway. If we go have anything like past patterns to go by, this should be temporary. So we've got that going for us.
[Probably.]
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[His hands encircle the man's torso, now, hugging him close, skin to bare skin. He's always craved touch, for as long as he's known it. It's a blessing to have something again that he can hold without the threat of it devolving into violence, broken limbs, blood. Before, it was children. Now, a lover.]
Mm. [He rests his jaw on the other's shoulder, wanting to simply keep it there. It feels like he fits in the nook of it, like a puzzle piece.] Maybe you just want to wear me out to the point I can't leave this room? You know I'll have to return the favor.
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I don't know how creative we can keep making it, but I like experimenting.
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[His ears are definitely very, very hot at the compliment, a little taken aback.]
[Handsome? Him...?]
Unreasonable, huh. [He's trying to ignore the heat of that flush, leaning into that touch with a closed, pleased look.] You might be more creative than me, then. Experiment away, doctor.
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[Ah, those bright red ears. Daan smiles to himself faintly, but doesn't call it out right now. Slowly, he strokes the side of Vergilius' face.]
Hm, you sure? Don't wanna completely sap you of your energy.
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I might be older than you, but its hardly like I've slowed down. Come now. You'll make me sad.
[His fingers make little circles over the man's chest.]
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[Turning his head, he places a light kiss to Vergilius' cheek, squirming a bit so he can lean toward an ear to murmur in.]
Wish I could just ride you, to be honest. Bet you feel good.
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... [WHAT DOES HE SAY TO THIS. He clears his throat, almost looking like he's pouting as he gives him a peck to the nose.] You're a bastard. Now I'll have to have that thought in my head without being able to do much about it.
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[He kisses Vergilius' prominent cheekbone, then down to his jaw.] Well. Maybe I can't do that, but... hm. Yeah, I'll get creative.
[Daan takes a moment to finally just kick off his pants the rest of the way. It leaves him with, distinctly, just plan black socks and a pair of sock garters. He turns in Vergilius' lap, placing his arms around the other man's neck lazily.]
Just need to get us started first. But I have an idea.
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[Fucking bastard.]
[He does lean away to help Daan access more of his neck, eyebrows furrowed in something that could be the equivalent of a little pout. But it seems the man is moving to undress himself, and he takes the opportunity, too, to finally kick off his own pants and underwear.]
[...He doesn't know why Daan with just socks and garters makes him swallow.]
An idea? [He drapes his arms loosely around the man's torso, thumb sliding over his spine as he gives him a light kiss.] And what would that be?
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[His voice is wry, but affectionate. Leaning in, he steals another kiss, as if he's unable to get enough.
Squirming in his lap, Daan gives a languid roll of his hips, rubbing himself against Vergilius.]
When you get hard enough, I'm gonna lay down and I want you to get off against my thighs. I know it's not as exciting as the real thing, but... it's as close as we can probably get right now.
I'll make a snug fit, don't worry.
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[Look,,,,,,]
[But more seriously, though, this is a side to Daan that keeps surprising him the more they keep on. Here was a sarcastic blunt doctor ready at a moment's notice to roast him eight ways to Sunday, and now here he is, smugly rubbing his cock against him while tempting him with the idea of what's to come.]
[How is he going to look at him the same way when they do eventually leave? How is he going to sleep at night, knowing the good doctor could physically wreck him in every possible way?]
[Shit. Shitshitshit.]
[He's doomed.]
You really need to stop speaking like that. [He says, after a not so subtle swallow, and a not so subtle roll of his hips in return. Vergilius smiles against his lips.] I might not stop myself from really repaying the favor tenfold in the near future.
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[There's a pleased shudder as they rock against each other. It's easygoing, warmth starting to form in his gut again. He leans in, lightly biting at one of Vergilius' ears before he goes back to kissing him proper.]
For me, that's something to look forward to. A pleasant rarity.
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[Dangerous, dangerous words. He is a dangerous, dangerous man. Daan shouldn't get so involved with someone like him.]
[But the heart wants what the heart wants, doesn't it?]
[He can't even deny that from himself. Is that weak of him?]
[He's silent for a brief moment, the bite stinging pleasantly, the warm kiss against his lips. His hips continue their pace, hand brushing up to brush through his hair, stroking in time with each move.]
I just...don't want you to regret any part of this. If you're happy...I'm happy.
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But--]
...Happiness is a rare thing for me, you know. I thought I was happy at the manor. Maybe I was close, and there were moments I was okay with, but with you, I think... I really am.
I won't regret this. And I don't want you to, either, but if... [Daan closes his eye.] If you need to stop, I'll stop. That's more important than how I feel.
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I don't want to stop. [His tone is quiet, almost a whisper.] I'll admit it. I want you. I think I always have.
[To yearn, to long, to pine - he's been used to that. He's not used to having.]
[He kisses him below his eye, a little shudder passing through him.]
I'll never regret this, Daan.
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He lets himself sink closer, pressing his face against Vergilius' neck, his breath a shudder and his eye burns.
When was it for himself? Daan said it was probably the moment Vergilius wished him a happy birthday, or maybe not long after he woke up from Pocketcat's clutches. But that's really only when he started to acknowledge something was there, untouched by Sylvian's charms. Maybe it was longer; Daan's always kind of quietly enjoyed his company. Sure, objectively found him to be handsome, that's not hard, but they always just sort of took verbal potshots at each other and... and it was fun, it felt normal, and it was easy and instinctive.
And it always felt like a triumph to make Vergilius smile, even if it was with those tired, sad eyes.]
Yeah. I think... it was always for me, too.
[Daan squeezes his arms around him, as if he's afraid this will stop and Vergilius will disappear or he'll wake up alone and miserable as always.]
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[Daan nestles into him. The hand in his hair strokes through it carefully, reassuringly. A statement like that calms him and makes him feel reckless all at once.]
[To be seen beyond his title, his gaze, and opened up to simply be a man who's hurting and swallowed by his own grief and pain. He must have done the same for Daan, too. It reminds him of how he couldn't do a thing for Roland, all roiling blackness and blood.]
[But here, he can hold him, and comfort him, and make him happy.]
This is no spell. [He knows Daan knows that, but he wants to say it, let it be clear.] I won't let you go. My precious doctor. My Daan.
[He kisses him over the side of his forehead, chest rumbling with the sound of his voice.]
I'll treat you the way you deserve to be.
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He doesn't know what to do with himself at first. Somehow, he feels strangely numb but also overwhelmed, the words sinking in. Precious. His. The way he deserves. Fuck, fuck, he can't help it, he hates it but he sniffles against Vergilius.]
...I'm just-- I'm still gonna be a dick to you.
[It sounds like a jab, but the real statement is under those words: I will still just treat you as I always have. You are you, and just a man to me.]
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[What a relief. He never wanted acclaim. He never wanted to be put on a pedestal. Even when he headed his Office, it was like a family. He misses that, to this day, even if he knows it was foolish to feel in that place.]
[He laughs, a short little succession of quick exhales, as he kisses his ear. His cock presses heavy against the other's abdomen, but even his arousal is nowhere near the strength of his affection.]
This doesn't mean that I won't still be a dick to you, too.
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Good. Wouldn't be the same if you stopped. I'd wonder if you were some kind of doppelganger or something.
[His own hardon hasn't changed much, despite the emotional talk. And he does want to keep going, but... well. This discussion means a lot to him, and that was important to take in first.
And he didn't expect to hear Vergilius say, essentially, the words he'd wanted to hear so perfectly.]
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[The world doesn't need another of him, especially one that's not a cranky sarcastic old bastard.]
[He hums into the kiss, before pressing his forehead against the other's, holding it there. Warm. He's so warm. As if the good doctor can make him feel alive, if just for one night.]
Don't cry on me, now. Okay?
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[He reaches up, gently brushing bangs from Vergilius' face, then drags his hand down his cheek.]
Fuck you. [Daan's voice is warm, fond.] They were happy tears. So deal with it.
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Fuck me? [His eyes crease with obvious amusement.] I think that's the point of this, yes? Unless you've changed your mind?
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The teasing question makes him laugh quietly.]
Changed my mind? Not on your life.
[Daan presses close, giving a languid roll of his hips. dragging his dick against Vergilius' stomach.]
You should probably feel how much I still want you. Yeah?
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[He nods. Of course. Of course he can feel it.]
Then...let's get on with it. [A peck to the lips, as sweet as anything, as his hands covetously slide down the man's sides.] Daan.
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