[ 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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[ 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. ]