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domainless) wrote2021-03-12 07:29 pm
domainless) wrote2021-03-12 07:29 pm
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Martin is away from the phone right now. Pleas leave a message and he'll get back to you.
[It just feels comfortable. Like he doesn't have to pretend that he's better than he is; more competent, more good looking, cleverer. Chris likes him and that's good.]
I mean, it worked on me, didn't it?
[He grins and then leans into the kiss. He closes his eyes and leans into the hand against his cheek, warm and careful.]
I mean, it worked on me, didn't it?
[He grins and then leans into the kiss. He closes his eyes and leans into the hand against his cheek, warm and careful.]
You get tourists to your city?
From all I'd heard, London's dingy and smoggy and sees fog a lot.
[His perception might be more colored by a Victorian-era man, but still.]
It's normal, there's a hundred little things you don't think to explain or consider cause they're common to you and not so to another. I'm sure there's plenty I can think of for myself and plenty more I can't cause they're just ingrained.
From all I'd heard, London's dingy and smoggy and sees fog a lot.
[His perception might be more colored by a Victorian-era man, but still.]
It's normal, there's a hundred little things you don't think to explain or consider cause they're common to you and not so to another. I'm sure there's plenty I can think of for myself and plenty more I can't cause they're just ingrained.
[He gives a pleased hum and his own smile pulls at the kiss, but soon fades in favor of the unhurried movement of lips.
The slide into something more is the same, as though savoring each part of it; a little more pressure, the way he shifts a bit more into Martin's space until his other hand's come up to curl gently at the side of Martin's neck and Chris' tongue presses to his lips, seeking entry to deepen the kiss.
If he gets what he's after, the exploration of the other man's mouth is just as thorough and unhurried. He wasn't aiming to steal Martin's breath and thoughts...but certainly, it would be a happy result.]
The slide into something more is the same, as though savoring each part of it; a little more pressure, the way he shifts a bit more into Martin's space until his other hand's come up to curl gently at the side of Martin's neck and Chris' tongue presses to his lips, seeking entry to deepen the kiss.
If he gets what he's after, the exploration of the other man's mouth is just as thorough and unhurried. He wasn't aiming to steal Martin's breath and thoughts...but certainly, it would be a happy result.]
Yeah! Loads. Millions of people every year.
Smoggy? I don't think we've had smog for decades. I mean, the air quality is not always great, but it's not awful. And we don't get that much smog. There's loads of old buildings and monuments, and parks too.
Yeah, probably. If there ever is a funfair though...
Smoggy? I don't think we've had smog for decades. I mean, the air quality is not always great, but it's not awful. And we don't get that much smog. There's loads of old buildings and monuments, and parks too.
Yeah, probably. If there ever is a funfair though...
[He is sure that his face must be bright red now, a ridiculous reaction, but he can't help it. It feels good, flattering somehow. He rests a hand against Chris's side lightly, and parts his lips for the other man.
It is hard to think now, like there's nothing outside of the warmth and comfort and sweetness of this. And that is... it's so good.]
It is hard to think now, like there's nothing outside of the warmth and comfort and sweetness of this. And that is... it's so good.]
I don't think there's even a million people living in my region of Faerun, certainly not in the Moonsea and it's neighboring provinces. That sounds hectic. I think my source might be outdated and my more 'modern' people of London rarely talk about the city itself.
Funfair? Is that where roller coasters are? Cause you'll need more than pretty smile to get me on one of those things you described.
Funfair? Is that where roller coasters are? Cause you'll need more than pretty smile to get me on one of those things you described.
It's a big city. Eight million people if you take in the whole area?
Yeah, I think that sounds more Victorian maybe? I don't know. It's a very modern city. Bloody expensive though.
Yeah! There's all sorts of ride! Some slow ones, some fast. And food! Candyfloss, and popcorn and game arcades!
Yeah, I think that sounds more Victorian maybe? I don't know. It's a very modern city. Bloody expensive though.
Yeah! There's all sorts of ride! Some slow ones, some fast. And food! Candyfloss, and popcorn and game arcades!
[He finally pulls back a bit with the intention to say something...but delays it again in favor of leaning in for another shorter kiss.
When he does successfully manage to pull away, he beams up at Martin, a small flush to his cheeks as well. Kissing Martin was...nice. Comfortable, like it had always been an easy thing to do even if they'd only just tried it.]
Did you know you've very sweet kisses? Practically confectioner's grade. Pretty sure I could lose several hours to just laying around kissing you.
[Which...was actually probably a little too honest; this was meant to be a somewhat practical, if well-desired, offer.]
When he does successfully manage to pull away, he beams up at Martin, a small flush to his cheeks as well. Kissing Martin was...nice. Comfortable, like it had always been an easy thing to do even if they'd only just tried it.]
Did you know you've very sweet kisses? Practically confectioner's grade. Pretty sure I could lose several hours to just laying around kissing you.
[Which...was actually probably a little too honest; this was meant to be a somewhat practical, if well-desired, offer.]
[Martin gives a pleased hum, and chases Chris's lips, more than happy to keep kissing him for as long as Chris wants to.
He smiles at him when he does pull away. Probably looks really dopey, but he feels fuzzy and happy and warm.]
I mean, I don't have anything else planned...
He smiles at him when he does pull away. Probably looks really dopey, but he feels fuzzy and happy and warm.]
I mean, I don't have anything else planned...
That's so many people. I think I'd get lost.
Everything here is expensive to my eyes. Food should cost coppers, not a week of a man's pay.
[That's a rabbit hole he should....probably spare Martin...]
Alright well I'm familiar with some of those.
If a 'funfair' comes through Duplicity, we'll go together and you can show me your favorites.
Everything here is expensive to my eyes. Food should cost coppers, not a week of a man's pay.
[That's a rabbit hole he should....probably spare Martin...]
Alright well I'm familiar with some of those.
If a 'funfair' comes through Duplicity, we'll go together and you can show me your favorites.
It's easy to get lost in.
Oh my god, yeah, you would die of shock in London. Renting a flat is expensive enough before you even get to buying things you need to live.
Sounds good. I'll hold you to it!
Oh my god, yeah, you would die of shock in London. Renting a flat is expensive enough before you even get to buying things you need to live.
Sounds good. I'll hold you to it!
[It's an adorable look that puts warmth in his chest as he scoots over beside Martin on the bed and presses slightly at his shoulder, an invitation to lay back.]
Funny the timing of things: neither do I...suppose I do now.
[Plans: Martin. Seemed good to his mind.
And, oddly enough, helped him find a bit of the stride he'd felt he was missing earlier. Like finding even ground again.]
We only go as far and for how long as you'd like, alright?
Funny the timing of things: neither do I...suppose I do now.
[Plans: Martin. Seemed good to his mind.
And, oddly enough, helped him find a bit of the stride he'd felt he was missing earlier. Like finding even ground again.]
We only go as far and for how long as you'd like, alright?
[Martin lets Chris push him back down onto the bed, and smiles up at him.]
Funny. I think I just suddenly found something to occupy me too.
[It's ridiculous and it's fun. Really fun.]
Alright. Same for you though. Don't want to push if you aren't having fun.
Funny. I think I just suddenly found something to occupy me too.
[It's ridiculous and it's fun. Really fun.]
Alright. Same for you though. Don't want to push if you aren't having fun.
[He moves to lean over Martin, arms bracketing the other man's head so an idle hand can pet through his hair as Chris leans in with a smile.]
You're sweet. And more charming than you give yourself credit for. Certainly, it's worked on me.
[He echoes Martin's earlier sentiment back and presses a kiss to Martin's lips, though it's brief as he moves on to press one to his cheek and one to his forehead....back to his lips, then on further down to his neck where he lingers.]
You're sweet. And more charming than you give yourself credit for. Certainly, it's worked on me.
[He echoes Martin's earlier sentiment back and presses a kiss to Martin's lips, though it's brief as he moves on to press one to his cheek and one to his forehead....back to his lips, then on further down to his neck where he lingers.]
[Martin closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of Chris petting his hair. That feels good.]
I must have done something right.
[He isn't sure what it is, but he's not going to complain!]
Martin kisses back, chasing Chris's lips even when he moves away. He turns his head a little, to let Chris have more access to his neck.]
I must have done something right.
[He isn't sure what it is, but he's not going to complain!]
Martin kisses back, chasing Chris's lips even when he moves away. He turns his head a little, to let Chris have more access to his neck.]
[He moves his head and it feels like invitation enough to kiss his neck and throat, then back to the side of his neck, lower to suck the skin between his teeth. Not too deeply, he doesn't actually know if Martin likes or wants marks, but a light one was too tempting.
Something in the back of his mind berates him though, and he pulls back with a small huff to catch Martin's eyes again. He should be responsible.]
I ought ask: do you like marks to your skin?
[It was his usual inclination, he liked leaving little marks, signs of his attention placed on another, but it wasn't to everyone's tastes.]
Something in the back of his mind berates him though, and he pulls back with a small huff to catch Martin's eyes again. He should be responsible.]
I ought ask: do you like marks to your skin?
[It was his usual inclination, he liked leaving little marks, signs of his attention placed on another, but it wasn't to everyone's tastes.]
[That had been a good choice! The feeling of lips against his neck is lovely, and the sudden suction drags a soft moan out of him. It leaves him flushed and pleased, and that's how he meets Chris's eyes.]
Yeah... yes, that was really nice.
Yeah... yes, that was really nice.
[Chris' smile flickers brighter into playful...and with a promise of trouble at the edges.]
Good to know.
[Because he's certainly set to testing it. His lips return to Martin's neck, just above his shoulder so it could
You deserve a thorough attention.
[It's a simple and earnest declaration offered before a kiss. A kiss and a hand that trails down Martin's chest to find the edge of his shirt and slip underneath it so calloused fingers could trail along the skin of his stomach.]
Good to know.
[Because he's certainly set to testing it. His lips return to Martin's neck, just above his shoulder so it could
You deserve a thorough attention.
[It's a simple and earnest declaration offered before a kiss. A kiss and a hand that trails down Martin's chest to find the edge of his shirt and slip underneath it so calloused fingers could trail along the skin of his stomach.]
[The promise of the best kind of trouble, in Martin's opinion.
He makes a pleased noise when Chris's lips graze over his neck, absolutely appreciative, before the noise is cut off by a kiss.
He squirms a little when Chris's fingers slide up beneath his shirt and over his belly; it's a little ticklish.]
He makes a pleased noise when Chris's lips graze over his neck, absolutely appreciative, before the noise is cut off by a kiss.
He squirms a little when Chris's fingers slide up beneath his shirt and over his belly; it's a little ticklish.]
[He gives an amused hum for the squirm, but his touch is more for the sake of it than to tease....for now.
His fingers continue their way up and Chris gives another quick kiss before ducking down to dedicate both hands to his exploratory touches. His hands lift Martin's shirt as he drags it up and follows the trails of his fingers with a series of kisses from belly up until Chris can help him maneuver his shirt off.
Once it's discarded, he moves to straddle Martin's hips and balance on his knees as he continues his gentle touches and kisses, including a deep sucking mark just above his collarbone.]
His fingers continue their way up and Chris gives another quick kiss before ducking down to dedicate both hands to his exploratory touches. His hands lift Martin's shirt as he drags it up and follows the trails of his fingers with a series of kisses from belly up until Chris can help him maneuver his shirt off.
Once it's discarded, he moves to straddle Martin's hips and balance on his knees as he continues his gentle touches and kisses, including a deep sucking mark just above his collarbone.]
[Martin flushes when his shirt is pushed up, a bit embarrassed. Chris is really good looking after all, and Martin is... pretty average. He knows this. The kisses drag a noise from him, soft and pleased and a bit startled, and then he shifts to help Chris pull his shirt over his head.
Chris straddling him makes his breath come sharper, and he slides his arms around the other man as Chris kisses him again, holding him close. Teeth and lips against his neck, and oh, it does feel really good.]
Chris straddling him makes his breath come sharper, and he slides his arms around the other man as Chris kisses him again, holding him close. Teeth and lips against his neck, and oh, it does feel really good.]
[Starting from a week or so after returning to Duplicity, little things start appearing around the house for Martin (marked with a little 'M' sticker). Neat or unique bottlecaps, buttons, marbles. A candle or two in scents similar to the shampoo he uses, a plush blanket in a lighter green left on his bed...
There's a few other things as well, more obvious. A new tea set and some cupcakes left with it. The culprit leaves a larger present as well as a note.]
"For your poetry, in case the park or a café speaks to your inspiration."
There's a few other things as well, more obvious. A new tea set and some cupcakes left with it. The culprit leaves a larger present as well as a note.]
"For your poetry, in case the park or a café speaks to your inspiration."
[The flush and small telling squirm that comes from embarrassment only has Chris more determined.
Once his mark is left, he leans his arms on either side of Martin's head as he presses in to leave sweet little kisses on his lips, a couple more lingering before he pulls back to rest their foreheads together.]
Aren't you a pretty sight? Should I leave kisses and touches along all my favorite parts? Maybe on my way down between your legs? I'd like to have your taste in my mouth.
Once his mark is left, he leans his arms on either side of Martin's head as he presses in to leave sweet little kisses on his lips, a couple more lingering before he pulls back to rest their foreheads together.]
Aren't you a pretty sight? Should I leave kisses and touches along all my favorite parts? Maybe on my way down between your legs? I'd like to have your taste in my mouth.
[He's been finding these things for the last few weeks. Just little things. A blanket that's incredibly soft when he wraps it around his shoulders, pretty little bits and pieces. Things that he would normally have dismissed as too frivolous. But like this, little gifts... He'd never realised this could be so delightful.
And then there's bigger things. A tea set in iridescent porcelain, cupcakes. And then the box with a notepad and beautiful pens and... it's- it's perfect. Chokes him up. He leaves a message in return, in the same spot.]
This is very inspiring on its own <3
And then there's bigger things. A tea set in iridescent porcelain, cupcakes. And then the box with a notepad and beautiful pens and... it's- it's perfect. Chokes him up. He leaves a message in return, in the same spot.]
This is very inspiring on its own <3
[Another note gets left for Martin, this one with a raven's feather left on the page.]
I look forward to hearing what you're willing to share, lovely.
I look forward to hearing what you're willing to share, lovely.
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