[Which should not at all be surprising, the way that Ardyn loves playing with his partner like a cat toying with its prey. And so seems to be the case, the way he keeps himself supported on an elbow, the rest of him arched over X'rhun as he presses a biting kiss against his collarbone.
His hand continues to work him slowly, the purposeful, subtle application of his own touch. Like in many things, Ardyn can be patient and calculating -- much to the unfortunate woe of the other.]
[ It comes out a little more breathlessly than he’d like, but there’s naught to be done about it. Not with Ardyn starting in on his oh-so-slow torture.
However, that aside, he manages to keep it together remarkably well. X’rhun never offered much resistance before, apart from a token effort, and instead has been content to give in and let Ardyn pull a desperate “please” from his lips whenever he’d like. Now he’s actually trying.
He doesn’t expect to be able to hold out forever, of course, and nor does he wish to, but he hopes to be able to provide a decent challenge. ]
[It’s still a noticeable difference, of course. When X’rhun is trying to keep his reactions reined in, it’s as if Ardyn can sense something akin to determination and stubbornness radiating off the man. A challenge, indeed, even if he believes it’s going to be a fleeting one at best.
He ministrations are slow, until they aren’t, but that privilege is cut short when Ardyn stops completely, sitting up to look at X’rhun’s form. Naked and flushed, as he’s seen him time and again, but it’s a sight that’s yet to have grown old. He doesn’t say anything, just rakes across his form with his eyes in a shameless manner, sliding a hand down to rest at his hip, the slow, subtle drag of nails against skin.
And then, still wordless, Ardyn bends down slowly to attend to him with his mouth — returning the favor that X’rhun had deigned for him not that long ago. And, just like before, he starts slowly, though he does allow a hum of wicked amusement escape him in the interim.]
[ He thinks he’s doing rather admirably, even if his tail constantly betrays him where his mouth won’t. It is, after all, only the latter that matters in this challenge. The excruciatingly slow pace of Ardyn’s fingers turns his breath ragged, already leaves him hungry for more. He gets more, but it is there and gone all too quickly. ]
You terrible tease.
[ As if that it not the name of the game right now.
But, oh that all flies right out the window with Ardyn over him, looking at him like that. He cannot say he minds terribly being the man’s plaything in the face of that brazen appreciation, the slight wicked gleam in those amber eyes. Oh yes, this is far from over. That look promises that and more.
Ardyn, it seems, is quite content to return the favor in the literal sense, and X’rhun lets out a quiet sound of approval when the heat of Ardyn’s mouth settles over him. What a terrible tease, indeed. ]
[His tail is impossible to miss, the way it reacts in ways that X’rhun refuses to vocalize. And he’s right, of course; that this bit of body language means nothing if he cannot incite a moan from the man, something that might eventually escalate into him losing this little challenge set between them.
And so he can be a tease, yes. He can be a frustrating one, too, and if he must garner a please out of desperate frustration alone, he’s certainly not above and beyond that either.
Thus he tends to X’rhun as one might expect with this mindset; a build-up, only to become slow and tortuous again. Never giving the other enough to truly feel satisfied, only teetering at that edge, but never stepping forward. A hand remains at his hip, fingers pressing into skin.]
[ Ardyn possesses the patience of a saint and the tongue of a devil. What an agonizing combination that is, made moreso by the fact that Ardyn knows exactly what he’s doing.
It is quite unfair that he’s been given more of a chance to tease and tempt X’rhun, than the other way around. Sure, he had enjoyed his slow exploration of Ardyn’s form, coaxing little sounds and blissful looks from him, but it feels like a mere moment in the face of what has surely been a small eternity of torturous attention.
He’s lost track of just how many times Ardyn has coaxed him towards the edge, left him teetering only to slowly, oh-so-slowly draw him away, leaving him dizzy with vertigo. He would curse Ardyn if he could form the words. Instead it’s left him feeling like his nerves are on fire and his skin is too small, with his tail thrashing against the mattress and ears pressed down against his skull, while fingers clench into the bedsheets. If Ardyn could hear the hammering of his heart against his ribs, even over the ragged sighs and half-formed sounds that tumble from his mouth, he would not be surprised.
The build begins again, and he dizzily hopes that this time there will finally be mercy, but of course there is none and the cycle begins again. Ardyn may actually be attempting to kill him. What a way to go. Here lies X’rhun Tia, dead because Ardyn Izunia is a terrible, wonderful— ]
Gods, Ardyn. You win, you win.
[ It all comes out in a single breath before he even realizes he’s saying it, his will having snapped like a rubber band stretched to the breaking point. ]
[There it is. He knew it was upon them, that please, just settled on the precipice of his friend’s willpower. Everything about X’rhun up until this point has told Ardyn that he would soon hear the word, that the man would lose this little challenge, though he knew it was only a matter of time.
And so this is one of the many moments in which Ardyn illustrates his true nature; where one might concede to stop the torture, or alternatively, to do the complete opposite. To deprive him of any sort of touch or stimulation, pulling away and straightening to look back down at him, strands of wine-colored hair falling into his face. That wicked, curved smile adorning his look, tinged with a barely-there flush. It’s strange, how it’s almost as if he can feel the energy thrumming between them in that empty space. Perhaps it’s the heat from both of their bodies, the slight vibrations of a thudding heartbeat in X’rhun’s chest. The trashing of his tail, utterly impatient, and Ardyn’s own hungry look — all of this, coalescing into a connection that might as well be tangible. He wonders, idly and ludically, if he could reach out and pluck at its strings, and wonder at what kind of noise X’rhun would make if he did.
Instead, he leans over him, drawing nearer. A sordid attempt at making sure exposed skin doesn’t brush against the other is successful. (Just another form of torture.) Palm pressed flat against X’rhun’s head, Ardyn’s mouth is barely against his ear when he speaks.]
[ This is what he gets for bearing his jugular before a predator, and one who takes pleasure in toying with his prey at that. All at once, the teasing stops, the heat of Ardyn’s mouth and the press of fingers against feverishly warm skin vanish, leaving naught in its place but a sharp pang of loss and a wordless, needy little sound that comes up from X’rhun’s throat ere he can stop it.
Unfair, he thinks, that Ardyn should make him miss even that slow agony when faced with nothing. Very, very unfair.
His gaze flicks up to Ardyn’s face, now hovering over him, and the hunger in his eyes catches X’rhun and holds him there like a physical force. Whatever it is, this thing between them, it has changed in the months since they brokered this little agreement. Morphed and twisted into something almost tangible and yet unidentifiable. All X’rhun knows is that, for good or ill, there is a connection here that he still cannot fathom but does not wish to break. He would let it bind him, as it does now. As it does often, these days.
The game is still on, it seems, only changed in that Ardyn wishes to slowly kill him through deprivation. The way he leans in without touching is maddening, and X’rhun knows that wicked little smirk is still plain on Ardyn’s face even as he leans in to whisper in his ear. Truth be told, Ardyn could ask of him anything in this moment and he’d probably do it. Anything to feel him again. ]
[It seems to satisfy him, and he gives a contented hum against his ear, like the purr of a pleased predator. But Ardyn pauses just long enough to leave his friend wondering whether or not he’ll initiate that wondrous contact between them again, the heat of their bodies pressed close, nails against skin, teeth grazing against a shoulder, his fingers wrapped around him-
A bubble of impatience exists in Ardyn’s own core, burning hot. He can feel it rising, giving it this allowance now that X’rhun’s coming truly undone.]
Good.
[He remains as he is, but his free hand grazes against X’rhun’s chest — feather-light at first, not acceding much — and electricity might as well be buzzing beneath the contact and he trails his touch down, down, to where the other man is the most desperate for touch, and grants it to him. He works him with more enthusiasm with his hand as opposed to his tongue, for he’s not here to tease him this time, only to bring him to the brink and watch, feel, as he’s pushed over the edge.
Ardyn shifts just enough to catch any sounds X’rhun might make against his own lips. He can still keep his tongue busy, after all, and in this wave of enthusiasm, he grinds not-so-subtly against him.]
[ Was that not enough? Because if it was not, there is another please ready to fall from his lips. He said goodbye to his dignity fairly early on in this encounter, after all. What does he have left to lose? But, it seems, that Ardyn is feeling benevolent – or impatient – enough to finally acquiesce at last. The feather-light brush of his fingers over X’rhun’s torso draws a quiet, breathy noise of want from him, nearly a plea all its own, but then Ardyn’s hand closes around him in earnest.
His moan of relief and pleasure is caught by Ardyn’s lips, their mouths crashing together as Ardyn works him over with the very clear intent to let him fall this time – no more of this slow teasing and dizzying torture. No, this is a frenzy of sloppy kisses and twitching hips, and long, cruelly talented fingers over feverish and too-sensitive skin.
Mayhap later, he might call the slow buildup worth it, but hazy and frantic as he is right now, all he can think is that it is about damn time. This precipice is a familiar one by now, and thank the gods that Ardyn does not wish to walk him back down. He doesn’t fall so much as takes a running leap, letting out a strangled, wordless noise against Ardyn’s lips, as he spills over Ardyn’s hand, over himself, and is left desperately trying to catch his breath in the wake of it all. ]
[Ardyn pulls back in just enough time to watch X’rhun lose himself completely. It’s this look that he truly delights in seeing, the way someone absolutely crumbles under his touch, and it has heat flaring in his gut, his own state not yet sated and screaming for more. He feels the heat of X’rhun spending himself over his hand, and his chest rumbles with a low, predatory satisfaction.
Ardyn catches his friend’s lower lip over the scrape of teeth, feeling the man’s tension all but drain from him. He then laughs in earnest, his grinding roughly against flushed skin.]
Don’t fall to pieces just yet, dear one. [It’s hard to tell if the affectation is said purposefully or dismissively. Ardyn always walks that fine line in-between.] I’m not done with you yet.
[ Dear one. Those words pour over him like honey, sweet and temping in a way he knows to be utterly dangerous. There is never a moment when he is not walking a fine line with Ardyn, and to stray too far to one side, tugged by even the tiniest promise of affection, would be the most foolish thing he could hope to do.
There is no affection here. There can't be. (And yet...)
He is snapped abruptly back to reality by the way Ardyn grinds against him, his own desire not yet sated, and those wicked words from his mouth. This he can deal with. This is normal. ]
No, I bet not.
[ His words are breathless, but amused. He untangles a hand from the bedding to slide his fingers through Ardyn's hair. ]
[He leans into that touch, the feel of fingertips threading through his unruly hair. A small, barely-there gesture, easily missed, but Ardyn has learned over their various rendezvous that he doesn’t terribly mind it. That he rather enjoys X’rhun’s touch, no matter where it lay on his body.
But even so, his eyes are still roving, sharp and darkly amused, paradoxical to anything that might show even the smallest tinge of affection. He has no reply, and the Six know he barely needed anything like affirmation from the other man — Ardyn gives in to his own eagerness, his own damnably heated impatience, giving X’rhun one final kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, before straightening and letting his hands wander downwards. His touch is forceful this time, the way he shifts and moves his friend’s body, one hand gripping at a hip, while the other positions himself.
And he’s just as rough when he takes him. It should be no surprise to X’rhun that Ardyn cares only to sate himself in moments like these, to fulfill his own desires, which he lets loose from their tight reins, allowing him to ravish the man utterly and completely. No reprieve, no stopping the harsh grip that allows nails to dig into skin. Ardyn rocks against him hard, until he’s finally utterly spent, until even his own breathing has become uneven, and all that tension and want is finally, mercifully gone with his release.
A moment is taken to recover, just the sound of their breathing between them, and the telltale musk of sex and exertion. No clever quips from Ardyn or anything else said, not until his mind pulls itself out of that pleasurable haze.]
[ Being with Ardyn is like being caught in a storm. A maelstrom of scraping teeth and a sting of nails on flesh, and an animal sort of want that leaves no room for affection at all. After all these months, it is… familiar, and not entirely unwelcome, even as it pulls him under and threatens to drown him.
The way Ardyn claims him with a desperate sort of ferocity, chasing his own release with no concern at all for X’rhun, is enough to extinguish that flicker of uncertain warmth from but a moment ago. He is dragged once again into the raging wind and rain. If there is anything else on his mind at all, it quickly gutters and goes out as he is left to once again cling to the bedding, to Ardyn, until at last Ardyn is spent and breathing heavily.
He lets the moment after stretch, lets the hazy warmth settle between them both for a while before he deigns to break the silence. ]
I don’t remember there being much purring in all that.
[ Said lazily, but teasingly, his voice a low rumble. He’s purring now, at least. ]
[There's something lazy about his look, the way he tilts his head and lets his hair fall into his face as he grins down at X'rhun, shifting away from him.]
You seem to be making up for it now, hm? It means I've done something right. Perhaps several somethings?
[Ardyn is a bit quicker about removing himself from the mattress, lazily ready to begin his own process of clean-up and getting dressed again. However, he does pause briefly, giving X'rhun a quick, skeptically amused look before he rises.]
Well, one of us does have to leave here eventually.
[ It takes him a moment more to summon up the effort to get off the bed, making for the washroom. ]
Surely it wouldn’t kill you to linger after our little encounters – I can’t imagine you have anything terribly urgent to tend to that you cannot grace me with your company for a while longer.
[Then that means it's Ardyn's turn, and he stands up, ambling on by, though pausing before he passes X'rhun.]
We'll see.
[That sounds a lot like something people who are attached do, X'rhun, and Ardyn is quite allergic to the idea. Of even letting such a thing germinate in his mind by giving it thought; too dangerous, too much vulnerability wrapped up in the very idea.
He passes into the washroom without another word for now.]
[ That’s all he can ask for, at this point. He knows well how Ardyn shies away from even the thought of connection, as if there were not already invisible strands looping them together, twining and tangling since X’rhun began to piece together the whole of Ardyn’s sordid past and made the choice to have some misplaced measure of faith in him, regardless.
But, as ever, when things edge a bit to close to the sort of genuine that is like to scare Ardyn away, he offers up a joke, instead. ]
I don’t know why you’re so hesitant. I am delightful company.
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Ah, if that is to be the name of the game, then so be it.
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[Which should not at all be surprising, the way that Ardyn loves playing with his partner like a cat toying with its prey. And so seems to be the case, the way he keeps himself supported on an elbow, the rest of him arched over X'rhun as he presses a biting kiss against his collarbone.
His hand continues to work him slowly, the purposeful, subtle application of his own touch. Like in many things, Ardyn can be patient and calculating -- much to the unfortunate woe of the other.]
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[ It comes out a little more breathlessly than he’d like, but there’s naught to be done about it. Not with Ardyn starting in on his oh-so-slow torture.
However, that aside, he manages to keep it together remarkably well. X’rhun never offered much resistance before, apart from a token effort, and instead has been content to give in and let Ardyn pull a desperate “please” from his lips whenever he’d like. Now he’s actually trying.
He doesn’t expect to be able to hold out forever, of course, and nor does he wish to, but he hopes to be able to provide a decent challenge. ]
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He ministrations are slow, until they aren’t, but that privilege is cut short when Ardyn stops completely, sitting up to look at X’rhun’s form. Naked and flushed, as he’s seen him time and again, but it’s a sight that’s yet to have grown old. He doesn’t say anything, just rakes across his form with his eyes in a shameless manner, sliding a hand down to rest at his hip, the slow, subtle drag of nails against skin.
And then, still wordless, Ardyn bends down slowly to attend to him with his mouth — returning the favor that X’rhun had deigned for him not that long ago. And, just like before, he starts slowly, though he does allow a hum of wicked amusement escape him in the interim.]
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You terrible tease.
[ As if that it not the name of the game right now.
But, oh that all flies right out the window with Ardyn over him, looking at him like that. He cannot say he minds terribly being the man’s plaything in the face of that brazen appreciation, the slight wicked gleam in those amber eyes. Oh yes, this is far from over. That look promises that and more.
Ardyn, it seems, is quite content to return the favor in the literal sense, and X’rhun lets out a quiet sound of approval when the heat of Ardyn’s mouth settles over him. What a terrible tease, indeed. ]
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And so he can be a tease, yes. He can be a frustrating one, too, and if he must garner a please out of desperate frustration alone, he’s certainly not above and beyond that either.
Thus he tends to X’rhun as one might expect with this mindset; a build-up, only to become slow and tortuous again. Never giving the other enough to truly feel satisfied, only teetering at that edge, but never stepping forward. A hand remains at his hip, fingers pressing into skin.]
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It is quite unfair that he’s been given more of a chance to tease and tempt X’rhun, than the other way around. Sure, he had enjoyed his slow exploration of Ardyn’s form, coaxing little sounds and blissful looks from him, but it feels like a mere moment in the face of what has surely been a small eternity of torturous attention.
He’s lost track of just how many times Ardyn has coaxed him towards the edge, left him teetering only to slowly, oh-so-slowly draw him away, leaving him dizzy with vertigo. He would curse Ardyn if he could form the words. Instead it’s left him feeling like his nerves are on fire and his skin is too small, with his tail thrashing against the mattress and ears pressed down against his skull, while fingers clench into the bedsheets. If Ardyn could hear the hammering of his heart against his ribs, even over the ragged sighs and half-formed sounds that tumble from his mouth, he would not be surprised.
The build begins again, and he dizzily hopes that this time there will finally be mercy, but of course there is none and the cycle begins again. Ardyn may actually be attempting to kill him. What a way to go. Here lies X’rhun Tia, dead because Ardyn Izunia is a terrible, wonderful— ]
Gods, Ardyn. You win, you win.
[ It all comes out in a single breath before he even realizes he’s saying it, his will having snapped like a rubber band stretched to the breaking point. ]
I can’t— Gods, please.
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And so this is one of the many moments in which Ardyn illustrates his true nature; where one might concede to stop the torture, or alternatively, to do the complete opposite. To deprive him of any sort of touch or stimulation, pulling away and straightening to look back down at him, strands of wine-colored hair falling into his face. That wicked, curved smile adorning his look, tinged with a barely-there flush. It’s strange, how it’s almost as if he can feel the energy thrumming between them in that empty space. Perhaps it’s the heat from both of their bodies, the slight vibrations of a thudding heartbeat in X’rhun’s chest. The trashing of his tail, utterly impatient, and Ardyn’s own hungry look — all of this, coalescing into a connection that might as well be tangible. He wonders, idly and ludically, if he could reach out and pluck at its strings, and wonder at what kind of noise X’rhun would make if he did.
Instead, he leans over him, drawing nearer. A sordid attempt at making sure exposed skin doesn’t brush against the other is successful. (Just another form of torture.) Palm pressed flat against X’rhun’s head, Ardyn’s mouth is barely against his ear when he speaks.]
Say it again.
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Unfair, he thinks, that Ardyn should make him miss even that slow agony when faced with nothing. Very, very unfair.
His gaze flicks up to Ardyn’s face, now hovering over him, and the hunger in his eyes catches X’rhun and holds him there like a physical force. Whatever it is, this thing between them, it has changed in the months since they brokered this little agreement. Morphed and twisted into something almost tangible and yet unidentifiable. All X’rhun knows is that, for good or ill, there is a connection here that he still cannot fathom but does not wish to break. He would let it bind him, as it does now. As it does often, these days.
The game is still on, it seems, only changed in that Ardyn wishes to slowly kill him through deprivation. The way he leans in without touching is maddening, and X’rhun knows that wicked little smirk is still plain on Ardyn’s face even as he leans in to whisper in his ear. Truth be told, Ardyn could ask of him anything in this moment and he’d probably do it. Anything to feel him again. ]
Please, Ardyn. Please…
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A bubble of impatience exists in Ardyn’s own core, burning hot. He can feel it rising, giving it this allowance now that X’rhun’s coming truly undone.]
Good.
[He remains as he is, but his free hand grazes against X’rhun’s chest — feather-light at first, not acceding much — and electricity might as well be buzzing beneath the contact and he trails his touch down, down, to where the other man is the most desperate for touch, and grants it to him. He works him with more enthusiasm with his hand as opposed to his tongue, for he’s not here to tease him this time, only to bring him to the brink and watch, feel, as he’s pushed over the edge.
Ardyn shifts just enough to catch any sounds X’rhun might make against his own lips. He can still keep his tongue busy, after all, and in this wave of enthusiasm, he grinds not-so-subtly against him.]
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His moan of relief and pleasure is caught by Ardyn’s lips, their mouths crashing together as Ardyn works him over with the very clear intent to let him fall this time – no more of this slow teasing and dizzying torture. No, this is a frenzy of sloppy kisses and twitching hips, and long, cruelly talented fingers over feverish and too-sensitive skin.
Mayhap later, he might call the slow buildup worth it, but hazy and frantic as he is right now, all he can think is that it is about damn time. This precipice is a familiar one by now, and thank the gods that Ardyn does not wish to walk him back down. He doesn’t fall so much as takes a running leap, letting out a strangled, wordless noise against Ardyn’s lips, as he spills over Ardyn’s hand, over himself, and is left desperately trying to catch his breath in the wake of it all. ]
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Ardyn catches his friend’s lower lip over the scrape of teeth, feeling the man’s tension all but drain from him. He then laughs in earnest, his grinding roughly against flushed skin.]
Don’t fall to pieces just yet, dear one. [It’s hard to tell if the affectation is said purposefully or dismissively. Ardyn always walks that fine line in-between.] I’m not done with you yet.
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There is no affection here. There can't be. (And yet...)
He is snapped abruptly back to reality by the way Ardyn grinds against him, his own desire not yet sated, and those wicked words from his mouth. This he can deal with. This is normal. ]
No, I bet not.
[ His words are breathless, but amused. He untangles a hand from the bedding to slide his fingers through Ardyn's hair. ]
I'm all yours.
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But even so, his eyes are still roving, sharp and darkly amused, paradoxical to anything that might show even the smallest tinge of affection. He has no reply, and the Six know he barely needed anything like affirmation from the other man — Ardyn gives in to his own eagerness, his own damnably heated impatience, giving X’rhun one final kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, before straightening and letting his hands wander downwards. His touch is forceful this time, the way he shifts and moves his friend’s body, one hand gripping at a hip, while the other positions himself.
And he’s just as rough when he takes him. It should be no surprise to X’rhun that Ardyn cares only to sate himself in moments like these, to fulfill his own desires, which he lets loose from their tight reins, allowing him to ravish the man utterly and completely. No reprieve, no stopping the harsh grip that allows nails to dig into skin. Ardyn rocks against him hard, until he’s finally utterly spent, until even his own breathing has become uneven, and all that tension and want is finally, mercifully gone with his release.
A moment is taken to recover, just the sound of their breathing between them, and the telltale musk of sex and exertion. No clever quips from Ardyn or anything else said, not until his mind pulls itself out of that pleasurable haze.]
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The way Ardyn claims him with a desperate sort of ferocity, chasing his own release with no concern at all for X’rhun, is enough to extinguish that flicker of uncertain warmth from but a moment ago. He is dragged once again into the raging wind and rain. If there is anything else on his mind at all, it quickly gutters and goes out as he is left to once again cling to the bedding, to Ardyn, until at last Ardyn is spent and breathing heavily.
He lets the moment after stretch, lets the hazy warmth settle between them both for a while before he deigns to break the silence. ]
I don’t remember there being much purring in all that.
[ Said lazily, but teasingly, his voice a low rumble. He’s purring now, at least. ]
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You seem to be making up for it now, hm? It means I've done something right. Perhaps several somethings?
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[ He will need to move eventually, to clean himself up if nothing else, but he needs a moment to just lie here. ]
So, what happens now? Are you kicking me out or are you going to up and leave your own room?
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Well, one of us does have to leave here eventually.
[That's totally not what X'rhun was getting at.]
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[ It takes him a moment more to summon up the effort to get off the bed, making for the washroom. ]
Surely it wouldn’t kill you to linger after our little encounters – I can’t imagine you have anything terribly urgent to tend to that you cannot grace me with your company for a while longer.
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He calls after him as he disappears to clean up.]
So you'd have me linger for the sake of idle chatter? I didn't know you were much for pillow talk.
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[ Called over his shoulder from the other room. ]
Besides, it’s not as if we don’t engage in idle chatter with our clothes on. Variety is the spice of life, as they say.
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And is that what you want, X'rhun?
[See, now he's asked.]
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I’d not have brought it up otherwise. I’m not asking for much, Ardyn, just that you simply do not up and leave the instant we’re through.
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We'll see.
[That sounds a lot like something people who are attached do, X'rhun, and Ardyn is quite allergic to the idea. Of even letting such a thing germinate in his mind by giving it thought; too dangerous, too much vulnerability wrapped up in the very idea.
He passes into the washroom without another word for now.]
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But, as ever, when things edge a bit to close to the sort of genuine that is like to scare Ardyn away, he offers up a joke, instead. ]
I don’t know why you’re so hesitant. I am delightful company.
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