( 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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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. ]