( Kaveh's libido is something to fear, truly, but it works out for the two. Being this active practically daily is... Nice. New. His lips tighten around the head to suck the pleasure out of him, tasting every note of him as saliva trickles down the rest. He cleans him off contently, lapping the blade of his tongue around his girth so he can also catch his breath. It wouldn't be rude to pass on swallowing, would it? As long as he gets him off it's fine, right? He glances up at him, popping away from the head like candy so he can start pumping him roughly with his hand. )
[ If it weren't for the fact that Kaveh's entire body is running on his hindbrain right now, he'd probably shoot Wriothesley a Look. He's positive that the warden heard him and pretended not to— but with the other on him, first mouth and now hand, he can't focus for long enough to accuse him of it.
Instead, he leans back in his seat with a low groan, lifting one hand away from Wriothesley's hair to slide over his mouth instead, muffling the sounds he's making as he whimpers, head tilting back.
It doesn't matter what he said, not really. Even if Wriothesley really didn't hear— ]
( Almost— He hopes his skill alone can bring Kaveh to an explosive mess. Wriothesley admires him easing back and holding back precious sounds, filling the rest with the wet squelch of his cock as he strokes vigorously and fast. It was his fault that he got all hot and bothered after all, and he’s full of pride knowing he holds this much power on him.
He rolls his tongue around his head as he strokes him, leaving him clean off of his precum at least. It’s not as bad as he ever imagined in the past, but it wouldn’t matter anyway. What matters is he loves him. He pulls his head back again, gasping, and reaching out for a tissue while his stays busy. )
[ The pace picks up, and Kaveh's teeth press into the skin of his wrist, and the sharp whimper that cuts through is muffled and weak. He can feel himself nearing his peak, that ever-familiar tightness in his abdomen and balls, and his fingers tighten in turn into Wriothesley's hair, his wrist pulling from his mouth with a gasp. ]
I... Wriothesley I'm close—
[ He's trying to warn him properly this time, trying to hold himself back so he doesn't just explode all over the other like he did last time. The warden teases him for his stamina, but he can hold it, he can—
He groans softly, eyes closing as his head tips back, trying to focus on something other than the sensation for a moment. ]
( Especially with how he feels the pulse of his cock against his hand, trying to hold back his orgasm for dear life. At least he was spent for the most part previously, so he doesn't expect him to deliver him with much. He straightens up again, though he still keeps his gaze down as he's stroking along, quick and loud. His other hand keeps the tissue at hand just in case. )
Your stamina is one thing, but at least you recover fast, huh? Or do you like me that much?
( Ah yeah, some more teasing for the boyfriend while he's beating down on his cock, why not. )
[ The irritability in his tone can hardly be matched... but its meaning is immediately ruined in the way he cums— not dry, but not much either, a few pathetic strands of white over the fingers that work over him. But his bodily reaction is as powerful as ever, a tensing followed by a sharp, shaky moan, a tip of his head as he bites his lip, chest heaving. ]
Fuck... mn, you are such a jerk.
[ He doesn't mean it, not really. Maybe a little, but how can he really really really mean it when the pleasure is flooding every last cell in his body? ]
( He strokes him in unison to the pulsing orgasm, squeezing around his head to smear the cum on his hand. It’s surprising there’s any left to begin with.
He dabs the tissue around it, wiping off his hand the length of his dick before he tosses it in the trashcan. He’ll have to wash his hands again anyway to make sure the piercing process goes without issue. )
How am I a jerk when I’m being so nice cleaning you up? At least now you’ll be relaxed enough for your nipples to be stabbed.
[ Kaveh whines that even as his eyes close into the content of the afterglow, but there's no real fire or venom behind the words, content as he is. He even manages a soft chuckle and a sound of assent when Wriothesley talks about being relaxed when his nipples are stabbed. ]
I'll give you credit for making me relaxed and cleaning me up. But... mm, someday we'll find a way to test it. I'm not that bad, you just know me too well.
If I know you too well then you do have stamina issues, no?
( He uses another tissue to finish wiping off his fingers and the tacky cum drying on them before he rises up from his chair. Teasing Kaveh is definitely one of his favorites past times. )
Go lay on the bed. I'll get the stuff ready for your nipples.
( The kit includes the sterilized needle-guns, alcohol, cottons, and some cream. The piercings themselves have also been sterilized, two little bars for the time being. Cryo will be his numbing agent. He comes back from the bathroom after freshly washing up his hands with plenty of soap. )
[ He's not exactly going to talk about how with other people in the past, he's lasted longer, that Wriothesley seems to get him to fall apart better than anyone else. It seems like the wrong discussion to have when his nipples are about to be stabbed. So he just makes a Face at the warden instead, and then stands on still slightly shaky legs to re-dress and make his way over to the bed.
Stripping out of his shirt, he lies on his back, stretching out for a moment and then settling, eyes half-lidded with his content until Wriothesley re-joins him, smelling freshly of soap.
His eyes open as he processes the words, and he laughs. ]
( Resting like this on his bed, casting all the blue tinted shadows coming from the large window pane and the echoing chasm behind them. Perhaps they should revisit the ship at some point for a better time.
He admires his body for a moment as he’s preparing the cotton swab with alcohol, wiping around each of his nipples to clean the area at first. With Kaveh’s eyes closed like this, it’s the perfect opportunity to indulge on his cryo skills, emitting the sheer cold at his finger tips to freeze over Kaveh’s flesh temporarily— a type of cold that is like fine needles, numbing the circulation beneath his skin. )
[ Kaveh laughs softly as Wriothesley says he looks good, eyes opening so he can strike something of a pose on the bed before they close and he settles back again with another chuckle.
He's smart enough to know that there are a few different sensations he'll feel before the needle actually pierces the skin, so he's not too nervous— yet— although he does squirm a little when the cool alcohol soaks over his skin
and a lot in the next moment when suddenly cold on one side, a thousand tiny needles of momentary pain before there's nothing instead, just cold, and the blonde finds himself biting his lower lip. ]
Mm, maybe I should thank you for getting me off just a minute ago.
Yeah? This service isn’t exclusive to piercings, you know.
( He used it in the past but he’s specifically tending that underlying thought rousing all those nerves. Part of him truly wanted to test how Kaveh would react to the cryo seeping into his nipple, and if it would give him a different reaction. )
You’re welcome. Does it feel numb yet or do you need more time?
( His other hand gently caresses the other side of his torso, on that particular scar left behind by that other man. )
[ Yet another chuckle as Kaveh's eyes open a crack to look up at Wriothesley with a cheeky, playful smile. It seems Cryo has quite the number of useful applications outside of combat, and he can't deny he would enjoy his boyfriend playing with it more. He thinks that if he weren't so recently spent, all his blood would be running south instead of trying to warm him. ]
It feels—
[ He's about to say that he's sure it's entirely numb, but then he feels a hand gently skim across the length of his scar, and Kaveh's eyes open once more to see him, and one of his own hands lifts to curl around the wrist of that same hand, Kaveh's smile gentle and sweet. ]
I'm okay. You saved me, remember?
[ And he squeezes before he lets go, letting his arm drop back to his side. ]
( It's very much useful. More than this and his flesh might actually burst through the cells and cause complete damage, but he knows exactly how much to apply. Kaveh's interruption startles him for a moment, like was just caught between a space in time and a regret. His thumb caresses over the newly formed scar, but he manages a smile before shifting his touch to the other nipple. )
Whenever I want huh, noted.
( He doesn't touch on the subject for the time being. Letting go of sudden emotions is quite easy for him. They get lost somewhere in his heart and come back as humor and that is how he copes half the time. He pinches the second nipple between his fingers, rolling the flesh to feel out its thickness and where he should insert the needle. )
Whatever you do, don't squirm around or things will get pretty ugly.
[ Admittedly, Kaveh doesn't pay a lot of attention to what Wriothesley says; he's too busy hissing in pleasure at the sensation of cold lancing through his other nipple, making him bite his lip for a moment before the sensation numbs him. There's no doubt that that could be used to great effect in bed— which of course gets him thinking of his own Vision, and how he could potentially utilize that...
But Wriothesley is warning him not to squirm, and so he nods, arms moving to each side to tangle his fingers in the sheets, holding fast as if it will somehow keep him from moving. ]
Got it. I'll be still.
[ And to his credit, he is— he turns as unmoving as a statue might be, fingers taut and body still as Wriothesley pinches and rolls the flesh, looking for the right spot. ]
( The vessels should be stiff enough in numbed cold to handle a needle, but he's also aware how Kaveh sometimes tends to... Overreact. He dabs a cotton swab with alcohol to further cleanse the area from any potential infection, cools against the frigidness of his skin before he takes one elongated, hollow needle.
Once he sees Kaveh holding onto the sheets, he feels for the spot again before pushing it through. It takes some strength to actually get it in and safely to the other side. Human flesh is stronger than it seems. He slides in a smaller needle, takes the other out and presses a clean piece of cotton over it. )
[ For once, there's no overreaction. Kaveh does nothing as the needle punctures the skin, merely stays in place with his hands threaded into the sheets. It's only once the blood starts to rush to the fresh hole, forcing the vessels open with its urgency and heating the area again, that the pain starts to kick back in, and he hisses as the beginnings of a sharp sting start to register.
But he blinks, and looks up at Wriothesley with a brief nod— a smile to reassure him, because it really isn't that bad, the pain after the fact, just strange. ]
Mm. The cold numbs it until it's over. You can do the second one.
( He says, he regarding the surprising calm Kaveh manages to hold during the procedure. The cryo application is much better for this than he anticipated.
He keeps a hand steady over Kaveh’s chest while he inserts the needle into the other nipple, repeating the process. It only takes one time for Wriothesley to feel confident about his ability to pierce him.
Once the temporary piercings are in, he presses the cotton sheets against the two nipples, just in case. )
They already look like they suit you. I wouldn’t mind sucking them at all, once they heal.
[ He holds still again, and the same is true the second time as it was the first, the pain not really settling in until well after the main event is already over, the temporary piercings screwed into place and cotton sheets laid over his nipples in case he bleeds.
Wriothesley says that he wouldn't mind sucking them, and Kaveh laughs lowly, fingers reaching to brush through his own hair. The playful discussion is enough to give him something to focus on as the pain comes back into play, the warming blood chasing away the last bits of numbness. ]
( Swelling is bound to occur once his circulation goes back to normal, but at least there's no blood that he can spot yet. He carefully wipes around his nipples and then tosses away the cotton pads. They truly do shine beautifully as expected, giving him more reason to stare whenever he doesn't wear a shirt or is in the bath. )
Slightly. It can reduce the swelling but you need circulation to heal properly. I guess applying cryo would make sense at night when you want to feel more relaxed about them. If that helps.
Hopefully, you'll feel better by tomorrow. You see, I received a letter from Neuvillette. Unfortunately, he's summoning me to the surface.
[ His mind is trained on the possibilities of applying Cryo at night but leaving it to heal the rest of the time, when Wriothesley cuts in with new knowledge, specifically that Neuvillette— the Chief Justice, Kaveh remembers— has summoned him to the surface. For a moment, his eyebrows crease, and a displeased expression finds his features. He remembers the discomfort he felt when between the two of them in discussion, the jealousy rearing its head all too easily as a pout starts to form on his lips.
But then he clues in to the rest of what Wriothesley has said, that he wants Kaveh to feel better by tomorrow. Surely that means that he wants him to go with him, right? No, he may not be entirely keen on the idea, but in his mind it's still better than if his boyfriend were to go by himself...
He takes a breath, hoping that he doesn't sound too pouty when he questions further. ]
( That big old pout of his prompts Wriothesley to rise from the bed so he can start preparing some fresh tea. By the table where the kettle sits, he starts to explain further. )
It's a ball in celebration of, well, another turn of a century. Neuvillette has been in charge of all the judicial duties for a long time, hundreds of years. And he's not keen on the idea either, but tradition is tradition, you know? I guess that's why he wants me there. I won't be here in the next hundred years.
You don't have to dress up much, I plan to wear this. If you still want to rest, you can stay here, I don't mind it.
( At least Kaveh seems to be taking in the pain well. He sits back down on the bed while he waits for the tea. )
[ Kaveh's head tilts in curiosity to watch as Wriothesley rises from the bed; narrowed, thoughtful eyes turn wide and excited as he sits abruptly up from where he's lying against the mattress. ]
A ball?! Wriothesley, we have to— ow!
[ He stops dead in his excitement with a whine, looking down at his chest as if it's betrayed him— because it has, in his mind, the sudden twin spikes of pain from moving when it hasn't hurt that much until now. He fights the urge to put his hand up to the injuries, though, instead closing his eyes and breathing through it, chewing on his lower lip as he does.
When the spike fades back to a dull throb, his eyes open once more, and he looks up at Wriothesley again, the excitement reappearing in his face and voice. ]
I've never been to a ball. We have to go. [ A pause, as he thinks it over, considers the "you don't have to dress up much" part of Wriothesley's statement and shakes his head. ] Of course I have to dress up, though, it's a once in 100 years thing— ah, I'll need new clothes... can we go up a little earlier so I can find something to wear?
[ And then, the sudden processing of the fact that Wriothesley plans only to wear this, and his expression shifts into a more pointed stare. ]
And as for you, you'll need a suit or something too, you cannot just wear that, you wear that every day, and yes you look good in it but dressing up for a formal occasion won't hurt you.
[ He reaches out, his hand snagging the other's wrist. ]
Hey, be careful. It might be really tender the next few hours.
( But it will be worth every second of it once they heal and bring him pleasure in tenfold once they're fondled. Wriothesley glances down at his wrist, full of thought and also dread. He reminds himself that he loves him. Not everything can always go his way. It's a one-time thing, once in a hundred years type of thing. Admittedly, it's also endearing seeing Kaveh get so worked up and excited about it - some holiday that isn't even ingrained in his culture. )
Ah.
It might just hurt me. Could kill me. You want me dead?
( He's just teasing, naturally, death might be his favorite type of joke - but it's all just part of the cope. )
Fine, okay. We can get dressed up now and find a hotel so we can be up early tomorrow. If we stay here the commute is going to eat up too much time in the morning.
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What did you say?
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Instead, he leans back in his seat with a low groan, lifting one hand away from Wriothesley's hair to slide over his mouth instead, muffling the sounds he's making as he whimpers, head tilting back.
It doesn't matter what he said, not really. Even if Wriothesley really didn't hear— ]
Ah, fuck...
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He rolls his tongue around his head as he strokes him, leaving him clean off of his precum at least. It’s not as bad as he ever imagined in the past, but it wouldn’t matter anyway. What matters is he loves him. He pulls his head back again, gasping, and reaching out for a tissue while his stays busy. )
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I... Wriothesley I'm close—
[ He's trying to warn him properly this time, trying to hold himself back so he doesn't just explode all over the other like he did last time. The warden teases him for his stamina, but he can hold it, he can—
He groans softly, eyes closing as his head tips back, trying to focus on something other than the sensation for a moment. ]
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( Especially with how he feels the pulse of his cock against his hand, trying to hold back his orgasm for dear life. At least he was spent for the most part previously, so he doesn't expect him to deliver him with much. He straightens up again, though he still keeps his gaze down as he's stroking along, quick and loud. His other hand keeps the tissue at hand just in case. )
Your stamina is one thing, but at least you recover fast, huh?
Or do you like me that much?
( Ah yeah, some more teasing for the boyfriend while he's beating down on his cock, why not. )
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[ The irritability in his tone can hardly be matched... but its meaning is immediately ruined in the way he cums— not dry, but not much either, a few pathetic strands of white over the fingers that work over him. But his bodily reaction is as powerful as ever, a tensing followed by a sharp, shaky moan, a tip of his head as he bites his lip, chest heaving. ]
Fuck... mn, you are such a jerk.
[ He doesn't mean it, not really. Maybe a little, but how can he really really really mean it when the pleasure is flooding every last cell in his body? ]
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( He strokes him in unison to the pulsing orgasm, squeezing around his head to smear the cum on his hand. It’s surprising there’s any left to begin with.
He dabs the tissue around it, wiping off his hand the length of his dick before he tosses it in the trashcan. He’ll have to wash his hands again anyway to make sure the piercing process goes without issue. )
How am I a jerk when I’m being so nice cleaning you up? At least now you’ll be relaxed enough for your nipples to be stabbed.
No?
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[ Kaveh whines that even as his eyes close into the content of the afterglow, but there's no real fire or venom behind the words, content as he is. He even manages a soft chuckle and a sound of assent when Wriothesley talks about being relaxed when his nipples are stabbed. ]
I'll give you credit for making me relaxed and cleaning me up. But... mm, someday we'll find a way to test it. I'm not that bad, you just know me too well.
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( He uses another tissue to finish wiping off his fingers and the tacky cum drying on them before he rises up from his chair. Teasing Kaveh is definitely one of his favorites past times. )
Go lay on the bed. I'll get the stuff ready for your nipples.
( The kit includes the sterilized needle-guns, alcohol, cottons, and some cream. The piercings themselves have also been sterilized, two little bars for the time being. Cryo will be his numbing agent. He comes back from the bathroom after freshly washing up his hands with plenty of soap. )
If it helps, you can close your eyes.
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[ He's not exactly going to talk about how with other people in the past, he's lasted longer, that Wriothesley seems to get him to fall apart better than anyone else. It seems like the wrong discussion to have when his nipples are about to be stabbed. So he just makes a Face at the warden instead, and then stands on still slightly shaky legs to re-dress and make his way over to the bed.
Stripping out of his shirt, he lies on his back, stretching out for a moment and then settling, eyes half-lidded with his content until Wriothesley re-joins him, smelling freshly of soap.
His eyes open as he processes the words, and he laughs. ]
Mm, probably a good idea.
[ And they close again. ]
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( Resting like this on his bed, casting all the blue tinted shadows coming from the large window pane and the echoing chasm behind them. Perhaps they should revisit the ship at some point for a better time.
He admires his body for a moment as he’s preparing the cotton swab with alcohol, wiping around each of his nipples to clean the area at first. With Kaveh’s eyes closed like this, it’s the perfect opportunity to indulge on his cryo skills, emitting the sheer cold at his finger tips to freeze over Kaveh’s flesh temporarily— a type of cold that is like fine needles, numbing the circulation beneath his skin. )
How’s that?
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He's smart enough to know that there are a few different sensations he'll feel before the needle actually pierces the skin, so he's not too nervous— yet— although he does squirm a little when the cool alcohol soaks over his skin
and a lot in the next moment when suddenly cold on one side, a thousand tiny needles of momentary pain before there's nothing instead, just cold, and the blonde finds himself biting his lower lip. ]
Mm, maybe I should thank you for getting me off just a minute ago.
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( He used it in the past but he’s specifically tending that underlying thought rousing all those nerves. Part of him truly wanted to test how Kaveh would react to the cryo seeping into his nipple, and if it would give him a different reaction. )
You’re welcome. Does it feel numb yet or do you need more time?
( His other hand gently caresses the other side of his torso, on that particular scar left behind by that other man. )
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[ Yet another chuckle as Kaveh's eyes open a crack to look up at Wriothesley with a cheeky, playful smile. It seems Cryo has quite the number of useful applications outside of combat, and he can't deny he would enjoy his boyfriend playing with it more. He thinks that if he weren't so recently spent, all his blood would be running south instead of trying to warm him. ]
It feels—
[ He's about to say that he's sure it's entirely numb, but then he feels a hand gently skim across the length of his scar, and Kaveh's eyes open once more to see him, and one of his own hands lifts to curl around the wrist of that same hand, Kaveh's smile gentle and sweet. ]
I'm okay. You saved me, remember?
[ And he squeezes before he lets go, letting his arm drop back to his side. ]
It's numb. Completely.
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Whenever I want huh, noted.
( He doesn't touch on the subject for the time being. Letting go of sudden emotions is quite easy for him. They get lost somewhere in his heart and come back as humor and that is how he copes half the time. He pinches the second nipple between his fingers, rolling the flesh to feel out its thickness and where he should insert the needle. )
Whatever you do, don't squirm around or things will get pretty ugly.
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But Wriothesley is warning him not to squirm, and so he nods, arms moving to each side to tangle his fingers in the sheets, holding fast as if it will somehow keep him from moving. ]
Got it. I'll be still.
[ And to his credit, he is— he turns as unmoving as a statue might be, fingers taut and body still as Wriothesley pinches and rolls the flesh, looking for the right spot. ]
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Once he sees Kaveh holding onto the sheets, he feels for the spot again before pushing it through. It takes some strength to actually get it in and safely to the other side. Human flesh is stronger than it seems. He slides in a smaller needle, takes the other out and presses a clean piece of cotton over it. )
How's that feel? Think you can do both?
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But he blinks, and looks up at Wriothesley with a brief nod— a smile to reassure him, because it really isn't that bad, the pain after the fact, just strange. ]
Mm. The cold numbs it until it's over. You can do the second one.
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( He says, he regarding the surprising calm Kaveh manages to hold during the procedure. The cryo application is much better for this than he anticipated.
He keeps a hand steady over Kaveh’s chest while he inserts the needle into the other nipple, repeating the process. It only takes one time for Wriothesley to feel confident about his ability to pierce him.
Once the temporary piercings are in, he presses the cotton sheets against the two nipples, just in case. )
They already look like they suit you.
I wouldn’t mind sucking them at all, once they heal.
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Wriothesley says that he wouldn't mind sucking them, and Kaveh laughs lowly, fingers reaching to brush through his own hair. The playful discussion is enough to give him something to focus on as the pain comes back into play, the warming blood chasing away the last bits of numbness. ]
Mm, I look forward to seeing them.
[ A pause, and then: ]
Will more cold hurt the healing process?
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Slightly. It can reduce the swelling but you need circulation to heal properly. I guess applying cryo would make sense at night when you want to feel more relaxed about them. If that helps.
Hopefully, you'll feel better by tomorrow. You see, I received a letter from Neuvillette. Unfortunately, he's summoning me to the surface.
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But then he clues in to the rest of what Wriothesley has said, that he wants Kaveh to feel better by tomorrow. Surely that means that he wants him to go with him, right? No, he may not be entirely keen on the idea, but in his mind it's still better than if his boyfriend were to go by himself...
He takes a breath, hoping that he doesn't sound too pouty when he questions further. ]
Why are you needed on the surface?
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It's a ball in celebration of, well, another turn of a century. Neuvillette has been in charge of all the judicial duties for a long time, hundreds of years. And he's not keen on the idea either, but tradition is tradition, you know? I guess that's why he wants me there. I won't be here in the next hundred years.
You don't have to dress up much, I plan to wear this. If you still want to rest, you can stay here, I don't mind it.
( At least Kaveh seems to be taking in the pain well. He sits back down on the bed while he waits for the tea. )
How about it?
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A ball?! Wriothesley, we have to— ow!
[ He stops dead in his excitement with a whine, looking down at his chest as if it's betrayed him— because it has, in his mind, the sudden twin spikes of pain from moving when it hasn't hurt that much until now. He fights the urge to put his hand up to the injuries, though, instead closing his eyes and breathing through it, chewing on his lower lip as he does.
When the spike fades back to a dull throb, his eyes open once more, and he looks up at Wriothesley again, the excitement reappearing in his face and voice. ]
I've never been to a ball. We have to go. [ A pause, as he thinks it over, considers the "you don't have to dress up much" part of Wriothesley's statement and shakes his head. ] Of course I have to dress up, though, it's a once in 100 years thing— ah, I'll need new clothes... can we go up a little earlier so I can find something to wear?
[ And then, the sudden processing of the fact that Wriothesley plans only to wear this, and his expression shifts into a more pointed stare. ]
And as for you, you'll need a suit or something too, you cannot just wear that, you wear that every day, and yes you look good in it but dressing up for a formal occasion won't hurt you.
[ He reaches out, his hand snagging the other's wrist. ]
Please?
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( But it will be worth every second of it once they heal and bring him pleasure in tenfold once they're fondled. Wriothesley glances down at his wrist, full of thought and also dread. He reminds himself that he loves him. Not everything can always go his way. It's a one-time thing, once in a hundred years type of thing. Admittedly, it's also endearing seeing Kaveh get so worked up and excited about it - some holiday that isn't even ingrained in his culture. )
Ah.
It might just hurt me. Could kill me. You want me dead?
( He's just teasing, naturally, death might be his favorite type of joke - but it's all just part of the cope. )
Fine, okay. We can get dressed up now and find a hotel so we can be up early tomorrow. If we stay here the commute is going to eat up too much time in the morning.
Think your nipples are up to it?
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