( 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.
[ Tender is something of an understatement, he thinks; he doesn't say as much, though, wanting to be braver on the outside than he knows he's being on the inside. Instead of leaning close to Wriothesley, though, he tugs lightly on his wrist, trying to draw him nearer instead. He rolls his eyes at the comment about wanting him dead, and is about to respond when instead the warden agrees with him, making his smile broaden. ]
Really?
[ Then, he laughs. ]
My nipples will be fine. I'll just take some painkillers, and if things get bad, we'll sneak off to the bathrooms and you can ice them for a little while... right?
[ It'll be worth it either way, he thinks, all for the chance to see his lover in a nice suit. His fingers tighten on Wriothesley's wrist and he tugs again, hoping to draw him in close so that he can kiss him, a sweet reward for his agreement. ]
Sneaking off to the bathroom, huh... In the grand scheme of things, that's not such a bad idea if it means skipping the ball. We'd still be present, without being present.
( Though he doubts Kaveh will want to miss the entire thing. The whole purpose of attending is to show off and to dress to impress. The same humor from his sure death is carried over to a glance, inching closer as Kaveh guides him closer. So the deal is sealed just like that, pressing his lips against his and giving his tongue a generous taste. He pulls away promptly enough so he can stand again. He wants to finish another cup of tea before they head out, and he pours Kaveh one without asking. )
[ Kaveh laughs with a brief shake of his head, right before Wriothesley obeys the request to kiss him. He has no intent of missing the entirety of the ball, but he certainly appreciates how his lover tries to push the boundaries not only with him, but with the Iudex of Fontaine himself. Even if their friendship does make him a little jealous, it's reassuring to know the Warden is difficult with everyone.
He hums his content right before Wriothesley breaks the kiss, and watches as the other moves across to make them each a cup of tea, accepting it with a slight smile. He sips, the adrenaline of the piercing and the excitement about the ball ebbing enough for him to be calm, to laugh as he glances down at his own chest. ]
( The warmth of the tea should help his core heat up, improving circulation as well. As long as he’s clean the piercings shouldn’t have issues.
The reddened area has only a slight swell, but they look as ravishing as anyone would have expected. Shimmering under dim light begging to be devoured. The last thing he wants is to visit the surface and go to a ball, but it appears Kaveh is also excited about it. He can’t possibly turn down the opportunity for him. He doesn’t think once how Neuvillette affects him. )
I sure can. Make of that what you will.
( It’s probably exactly what it sounds like. Kaveh is far more active than him. Not only are the piercings aesthetic but they will serve far better purposes. )
[ What Kaveh makes of it is that Wriothesley is a horny bastard, and he laughs, a warm, contented sound that falls right off his lips before he sips again at his tea. ]
You're like a young boy with a new set of toy blocks. Let's hope they heal up quickly so you can play with them to your heart's content, then.
[ There's a teasing, sweet note in his voice as he sips at the tea again and then laughs. His mind is still on the image of Wriothesley wearing a suit— ]
Speaking of sneaking off to the bathrooms though, if you look half as hot as you do in my imagination, I may need a moment with you for something other than ice.
( Hornier than Kaveh? Now that's something that could be researched in the future. Wriothesley is already down in points, but he's sure to catch up thanks to those piercings. )
I'll ask Sigewinne to mix something that can help with the healing, then. Come on.
( It's best if they get the shopping out of the way this afternoon. He puts down his empty cup by the kettle, then goes to pack up some of the extra ointments for Kaveh to apply later tonight.
Without saying anything else, he also doesn't hide himself from picking up the ass-plug they previously invested in. We'll see how much dancing Kaveh can do while wearing it. He glances at him with a sly smirk in regard to all his thoughts and Kaveh's icy comment. )
[ He's careful in the way he gets up from the bed and pulls a shirt on. Thankfully, the pain isn't too bad when he does, although he's sure it will hurt more later. Perhaps though it's the way he's distracted with Wriothesley's not-so-hidden packing of the plug they purchased, making the blonde's brows raise as he bites his lower lip. ]
And what sort of plan do you have in place for that, Wriothesley?
[ Even as he asks it, he moves over to pack his own bag— since the incident with Mael, most of his stuff has been in here, and he's seen no need to move it back to the room he was using when he first took up residence in the Fortress. He even, cheekily, packs one of Wriothesley's shirts for himself.
(What can he say? He likes wearing his boyfriend's slightly bigger clothes, especially when he sleeps.) ]
Hm? I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just packing essentials.
( Butt-plug being especially essential for the things he wants Kaveh to experience in the grand ball. Calculations that will facilitate the strain of facing public scrutiny and lavish boredom. If it wasn't for Kaveh, there's a high chance he might have only attended five minutes and then ditched all other efforts.
After packing everything and putting on his boots, he reaches for Kaveh's hand without second thought. He gives him a smug glance as they're heading upstairs to his office. Good thing he seems comfortable enough after the piercing ordeal, but better than that, he likes to see Kaveh wearing his clothes. They suit him - but then again everything does.
Though the fact of Wriothesley and Kaveh being an item is public knowledge now, it's another thing entirely seeing the Duke himself holding hands with Kaveh as they make their way through the Fortress. They're a showstopper, and he doesn't seem to mind the extra attention. If anything, it's more of a silent warning to the rest. Mess with Kaveh, and run into sudden issues with the Duke. Simple. Mess with Kaveh, and maybe end up dead. Just kidding. Unless? )
You must be popular here, huh.
( He teases him after their talk with Sigewinne in the nursery, squeezing his hand tight while meandering down the open hallways. )
So, tell me about what you think I should wear? I have to mentally prepare myself to suffer.
[ It's all but a squawk, Kaveh's cheeks heating up all over again— if it weren't for the heat of a twin pair of fresh wounds, he'd probably cross the room to kiss him fiercely, maybe make them late in their departure by a few minutes or more— instead, all he does is nudge the other, giving him a look. He's not sure how a plug is supposed to be an essential for their trip, but the idea fills him with promise.
What the blonde is expecting less than the other's not-so-sneaky packing is the way Wriothesley takes his hand tight in his own in order to lead him through the Fortress. Sure, he told Wolsey with the Duke's permission, but he wasn't expecting the whole thing to go quite so public this quickly. He's not complaining, though, even if he does press in a little more closely to the other man as they move through the Fortress. There are a lot of people looking at them, after all.
Including some who once were close to Mael, their eyes liquid with hate and anger.
Wriothesley's voice pulls Kaveh out of his self-consciousness, makes him look up with a smile. ]
It doesn't have to be too restrictive. You already dress well, [ he points out, reaching across the other to lightly tug at his tie as if to make a point. ] But I think we go for formal shoes rather than these huge boots, a longer waistcoat, a shirt that's just a touch less revealing— [ because Kaveh can absolutely talk about how revealing someone's clothes are ] —and maybe some fancier ornamentation.
It'll be less dramatic than when I had to change from sandals to boots, [ he adds, his smile turning playful. ]
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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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[ Tender is something of an understatement, he thinks; he doesn't say as much, though, wanting to be braver on the outside than he knows he's being on the inside. Instead of leaning close to Wriothesley, though, he tugs lightly on his wrist, trying to draw him nearer instead. He rolls his eyes at the comment about wanting him dead, and is about to respond when instead the warden agrees with him, making his smile broaden. ]
Really?
[ Then, he laughs. ]
My nipples will be fine. I'll just take some painkillers, and if things get bad, we'll sneak off to the bathrooms and you can ice them for a little while... right?
[ It'll be worth it either way, he thinks, all for the chance to see his lover in a nice suit. His fingers tighten on Wriothesley's wrist and he tugs again, hoping to draw him in close so that he can kiss him, a sweet reward for his agreement. ]
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( Though he doubts Kaveh will want to miss the entire thing. The whole purpose of attending is to show off and to dress to impress. The same humor from his sure death is carried over to a glance, inching closer as Kaveh guides him closer. So the deal is sealed just like that, pressing his lips against his and giving his tongue a generous taste. He pulls away promptly enough so he can stand again. He wants to finish another cup of tea before they head out, and he pours Kaveh one without asking. )
Here you go.
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He hums his content right before Wriothesley breaks the kiss, and watches as the other moves across to make them each a cup of tea, accepting it with a slight smile. He sips, the adrenaline of the piercing and the excitement about the ball ebbing enough for him to be calm, to laugh as he glances down at his own chest. ]
Archons. I can't believe I had you do this.
[ He's not disappointed. ]
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The reddened area has only a slight swell, but they look as ravishing as anyone would have expected. Shimmering under dim light begging to be devoured. The last thing he wants is to visit the surface and go to a ball, but it appears Kaveh is also excited about it. He can’t possibly turn down the opportunity for him. He doesn’t think once how Neuvillette affects him. )
I sure can. Make of that what you will.
( It’s probably exactly what it sounds like. Kaveh is far more active than him. Not only are the piercings aesthetic but they will serve far better purposes. )
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You're like a young boy with a new set of toy blocks. Let's hope they heal up quickly so you can play with them to your heart's content, then.
[ There's a teasing, sweet note in his voice as he sips at the tea again and then laughs. His mind is still on the image of Wriothesley wearing a suit— ]
Speaking of sneaking off to the bathrooms though, if you look half as hot as you do in my imagination, I may need a moment with you for something other than ice.
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I'll ask Sigewinne to mix something that can help with the healing, then. Come on.
( It's best if they get the shopping out of the way this afternoon. He puts down his empty cup by the kettle, then goes to pack up some of the extra ointments for Kaveh to apply later tonight.
Without saying anything else, he also doesn't hide himself from picking up the ass-plug they previously invested in. We'll see how much dancing Kaveh can do while wearing it. He glances at him with a sly smirk in regard to all his thoughts and Kaveh's icy comment. )
Something other than ice...Huh, you and me both.
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[ He's careful in the way he gets up from the bed and pulls a shirt on. Thankfully, the pain isn't too bad when he does, although he's sure it will hurt more later. Perhaps though it's the way he's distracted with Wriothesley's not-so-hidden packing of the plug they purchased, making the blonde's brows raise as he bites his lower lip. ]
And what sort of plan do you have in place for that, Wriothesley?
[ Even as he asks it, he moves over to pack his own bag— since the incident with Mael, most of his stuff has been in here, and he's seen no need to move it back to the room he was using when he first took up residence in the Fortress. He even, cheekily, packs one of Wriothesley's shirts for himself.
(What can he say? He likes wearing his boyfriend's slightly bigger clothes, especially when he sleeps.) ]
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( Butt-plug being especially essential for the things he wants Kaveh to experience in the grand ball. Calculations that will facilitate the strain of facing public scrutiny and lavish boredom. If it wasn't for Kaveh, there's a high chance he might have only attended five minutes and then ditched all other efforts.
After packing everything and putting on his boots, he reaches for Kaveh's hand without second thought. He gives him a smug glance as they're heading upstairs to his office. Good thing he seems comfortable enough after the piercing ordeal, but better than that, he likes to see Kaveh wearing his clothes. They suit him - but then again everything does.
Though the fact of Wriothesley and Kaveh being an item is public knowledge now, it's another thing entirely seeing the Duke himself holding hands with Kaveh as they make their way through the Fortress. They're a showstopper, and he doesn't seem to mind the extra attention. If anything, it's more of a silent warning to the rest. Mess with Kaveh, and run into sudden issues with the Duke. Simple. Mess with Kaveh, and maybe end up dead. Just kidding. Unless? )
You must be popular here, huh.
( He teases him after their talk with Sigewinne in the nursery, squeezing his hand tight while meandering down the open hallways. )
So, tell me about what you think I should wear? I have to mentally prepare myself to suffer.
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[ It's all but a squawk, Kaveh's cheeks heating up all over again— if it weren't for the heat of a twin pair of fresh wounds, he'd probably cross the room to kiss him fiercely, maybe make them late in their departure by a few minutes or more— instead, all he does is nudge the other, giving him a look. He's not sure how a plug is supposed to be an essential for their trip, but the idea fills him with promise.
What the blonde is expecting less than the other's not-so-sneaky packing is the way Wriothesley takes his hand tight in his own in order to lead him through the Fortress. Sure, he told Wolsey with the Duke's permission, but he wasn't expecting the whole thing to go quite so public this quickly. He's not complaining, though, even if he does press in a little more closely to the other man as they move through the Fortress. There are a lot of people looking at them, after all.
Including some who once were close to Mael, their eyes liquid with hate and anger.
Wriothesley's voice pulls Kaveh out of his self-consciousness, makes him look up with a smile. ]
It doesn't have to be too restrictive. You already dress well, [ he points out, reaching across the other to lightly tug at his tie as if to make a point. ] But I think we go for formal shoes rather than these huge boots, a longer waistcoat, a shirt that's just a touch less revealing— [ because Kaveh can absolutely talk about how revealing someone's clothes are ] —and maybe some fancier ornamentation.
It'll be less dramatic than when I had to change from sandals to boots, [ he adds, his smile turning playful. ]