[While Sylus is still near, he gently tugs on his shoulder to bring him closer. If the other man goes with it, it's all just to offer him a soft kiss. If not, he doesn't insist.]
If you have something in mind for later, I look forward to it.
[ the sudden kiss does end up surprising him, just a little. while nothing ever really breaks his composure, it's true that he seems to raise a brow at it, before he leans forward. his fingers that once secured his seatbelt now rest on the nape of his neck, pulling him into another kiss. followed by another, as he increases the intensity of it, he tongue slides against alivian's lower lip, and then he pulls away. ]
[Alivian feels like Sylus is definitely the smoother one here, building off of his gesture of affection into something warmer still. A soft sigh slips free of him, and he nearly chases the way Sylus licks his lip like that. Unconsciously, he lets out a tiny whine, wanting more, but not stopping Sylus from parting.
[When he speaks, his voice is a little rougher from want.]
No, not by a long shot.
[He regards Sylus with looks to match his tone, and then replaces the mask upon his face as a precaution.]
I'm looking forward to spending more time with you.
[ his reaction gives him an odd sense of comfort. the idea of being wanted wasn't exactly a bad one, and seeing that desire written so clearly on his features... well, it's difficult not to be affected by it. but, as expected, sylus' own expression remains rather indecipherable, save for a slight smile on his lips, or the way in which his eyes linger on alivian for a second too long.
he settles back into the driver's seat. ] Then we're on the same page. [ ... and before long, they're already heading back to his base. to which alivian may or may not recognize the roads that lead there. ]
Also, I felt around enough to have a good idea of your measurements, but we should probably double check.
[ if he does lean into his space, sylus doesn't seem to mind it.
if anything, he just brings his hand out, settling it onto alivian's thigh as he drives. at times, he forgets that alivian may have had his fair share of reservations in going on, or even in being in this world. ... and that's not even breaching the fact that sylus lived in a world steeped in crime.
so it's an easy choice to make to reassure him. ]
I was thinking I could measure you, and you could do mine.
[On the contrary, though he finds his misses his adoptive mother, he... doesn't miss his old life all that much. Battered down by others due to his Glare, it's just never been a great time for him to exist there.
[Here? He blends in. He's no different than anyone else, even with his unusual ears and tail. He just brushes it off as an accident with Evol and they accept it as fact.
[Sylus looks at him like he matters. He makes his care overt. Even with this touch to his thigh that could go one way or another, all he does is let out a soft, pleased hum.]
Sounds like fun. You seem like the type who already has his measurements handy, so I hope it's alright if I make mistakes. I've never done that sort of activity before.
You don't think it's more exciting when the stakes are higher? We'll go with your measurements. [ the pressure is on. it's difficult to discern if this is meant to be a joke, but he does like the idea of making alivian sweat in thinking it very well could be.
if he's going to be in misfit pants, versus how perfectly tailored they usually are— now was the time. ]
There's- no guarantee that I'll do a good job in spite of my best efforts, you know.
[He's definitely sweating. Visual impressions can make or break some interactions, especially if they go out in public in whatever attire they make with said measurements.]
You really enjoy making a lot of things into gambles and games, don't you.
The look you're making is pretty interesting, so how can I not like it?
[ his voice is soft, but definitely does have a touch of teasing embedded into it. still, judging by his reaction it's clear he wouldn't lead alivian astray. probably. ]
Is there anyone who doesn't feel their heart racing with a good challenge? [ but, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing for alivian to experience more in this world. to get him out more. to try more things. specifically with him. in this way, he'd like to think he could see more of alivian's desires in time. ]
[ some challenges probably do bring about an equal amount of trouble. whether that be a bullet in his chest, or otherwise, but sylus doesn't quite get into this distinction. instead, he seems to shake his head a little, as if finding the idea a bit amusing. ]
That's all you have to do. [ keep trusting him, that is. ]
I won't betray it. [ he gives alivian's leg a light, affectionate squeeze. ]
[ his shrugs his shoulders as if to exemplify his point. it's not exactly literal, but he would like to think he has a decent amount of influence and power to be able to define what's safe.
though, seeing how alivian deals in his world is an entertaining prospect. as is his reaction. when he shivers at his touch, his fingers light stroke his leg, before it comes back down and he taps his finger on his thigh idly. ]
[The comment about his face gets a huff and a slight roll of his head. It feels strange that anyone can read his face even with the mask on.]
Are you sure about the face I'm making to begin with?
[He absolutely knows what face he's making - because he immediately aches for more of that idle touch. Like he's carrying a bowl that needs to be endlessly filled.
[Except nothing is endless; he longs for more just the same. It's been like this since the first time they shared his bed.]
[ the question back, sylus takes as much of a friendly challenge as any. yet there might be something else to it below the surface, and so he lets his eyes stray from the road momentarily, his eyes meeting his for a brief moment before his lips seem to turn up in a sort of knowing smile. ]
I suppose you could just be so good at hiding it. Just like a kitten who conceals its claws. Your face could be just as unreadable, or maybe I was mistaking it for the expression you had on the other night. [ it's a jest obviously, trying to see the other man lose his composure.
it's clear, alivian isn't the only one who has a thirst that's difficult to be quenched. ]
I never thought anyone would compare any part of me to a kitten.
[He tilts his head again, perplexed behind the mask, but smiling all the same. His composure remains, even with the hint of a blush crossing his face.]
...Not that you're wrong. On the bright side, with this mask, I can give you that look I showed in the bedroom to you as much as I want, in public.
[As factual as his statement is, there's a soft, playful little lilt to it.]
[ the statement gets a small sound from sylus, almost a deep humming. it's neither confirmation or denial. maybe just a tinge of amusement embedded in it. he can't deny that he likes the idea of being the only one to draw such a comparison, just as much as he likes everything else that comes out of alivian's mouth.
it's a sort of slyness he doesn't expect, but also doesn't dislike in the slightest. ]
You'd risk making me want to take it off? [ his eyes veer off the road again, studying alivian with his peripherals before focusing back. if alivian recognizes, it does seem like they're on the outskirts of where his base is. albeit, a lot of sights in the n109 zone could look similar enough. that said— ]
So how long are you planning to make me wait? [ they did say it would be a test of alivian's concentration, but he's not sure if either of them are into testing those limits anymore. though, is this all the better to prove his point? (does it count if he tempts him?) ]
[Alivian tilts his head a little as he considers, his gaze scanning the potentially-familiar surroundings. He's not familiar enough with the n109 zone yet, but that has every chance of changing - at least as he learns more about the area via scent, first.]
I plan on making you wait no longer than a half hour. It shouldn't take me long to compile the list, anyway.
[He glances out the window, but both ears tilt in Sylus's direction. His tone is almost cheeky when he adds,] Are you worried you'll lose your patience first?
Confidence is good, but you should be careful when speaking with such conviction.
[ it'll be more embarrassing if it doesn't pan out, or that seems to be his implication. though, the way his lips curve up in a smirk is likely evidence enough to way that sylus would like it no matter which way the wager turned out.
what was more exciting of a prospect than being pushed to the very brink of ones limits, after all? it's a thought that lingers on his mind, as they conveniently make the turn into the long stretch to the road that leads into the base.
finally, he answers with a: ] Maybe. Would you like it if I did? I can play that role for you.
[ it seems to go both ways. especially in the way where the mirth seems to flicker in his eyes as his gaze lingers on alivian. all the more once they're on the final path up to their destination. when he feels the touch to his elbow, he looks down at alivian's hands, before setting his eyes back on his face. ]
Feel free to do more. We could use the appetizer. [ the appetizer to their eventual "meal." ]
[Idly, his finger follows the line of Sylus's forearm, in a long, slow caress that easily could feel ticklish. His gaze is keen and attentive through the mask as he watches Sylus's face for even the smallest twitch. Idly, he wonders if Sylus can feel him staring at him.
[Regardless, his caress follows the path before, back down towards his elbow, but then drifts to touch just as slowly along what part of his side he can easily reach. He has to focus to keep in mind his original goal later: to put to paper his own limitations, and see how long they can remain "civil."]
[ he isn't sure if he feels alivian staring at him as much as he intuitively thinks, or desires it to be the case. he supposed neither mattered, what he can believe in is the heat of his touch. the way that his fingers follow the lines of his forearm to...
there's clear anticipation in the way he draws his next breath. then the next, before he continues: ] Are you satisfied with just that? I always thought you wanted something a little different.
If I thought wrong, well... [ a soft, almost subdued chuckle. ] feel free to correct me. [ maybe this just means it's his turn. it comes just in time for the car to come to a lull before, he eventually puts it to park. his hand comes to collect alivian's which remains in contact with his own skin, he leans into the touch. ]
[Alivian faces him with a slight tilt to his head, glancing at the way Sylus takes his hand.
[At the first opportunity, he closes his fingers to hold on, gently.]
I'm not satisfied yet, but I didn't want to distract you too much while you're driving.
[If Sylus lets him, Alivian adjusts their mutual grip to interlace their fingers, palm to palm. With his free hand, he removes the mask to show how he arches an eyebrow at him, the expression almost innocent, were it not for the challenging look within.]
What do you think I want?
[He wants to sit together, shoulder to shoulder, no space between them, and just indulge in each other's warmth and touch. On a couch, a bed, or even sharing a single chair that's a little too small for both of them at once.
[Of course, this teasing, and physical intimacy makes his head feel warm and fluffy. Well, more than the fur already makes it, in any case.]
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[While Sylus is still near, he gently tugs on his shoulder to bring him closer. If the other man goes with it, it's all just to offer him a soft kiss. If not, he doesn't insist.]
If you have something in mind for later, I look forward to it.
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Is that all you're looking forward to?
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[When he speaks, his voice is a little rougher from want.]
No, not by a long shot.
[He regards Sylus with looks to match his tone, and then replaces the mask upon his face as a precaution.]
I'm looking forward to spending more time with you.
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he settles back into the driver's seat. ] Then we're on the same page. [ ... and before long, they're already heading back to his base. to which alivian may or may not recognize the roads that lead there. ]
Also, I felt around enough to have a good idea of your measurements, but we should probably double check.
[ for future reference. ]
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[He does, however, perk up a little at the talk of his measurements.]
Have a tailor in mind for the task? I can't imagine your grasp of my measurements includes the proper circumference of my tail.
[He manages a teasing smile, stiff though it is from general disuse.]
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if anything, he just brings his hand out, settling it onto alivian's thigh as he drives. at times, he forgets that alivian may have had his fair share of reservations in going on, or even in being in this world. ... and that's not even breaching the fact that sylus lived in a world steeped in crime.
so it's an easy choice to make to reassure him. ]
I was thinking I could measure you, and you could do mine.
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[Here? He blends in. He's no different than anyone else, even with his unusual ears and tail. He just brushes it off as an accident with Evol and they accept it as fact.
[Sylus looks at him like he matters. He makes his care overt. Even with this touch to his thigh that could go one way or another, all he does is let out a soft, pleased hum.]
Sounds like fun. You seem like the type who already has his measurements handy, so I hope it's alright if I make mistakes. I've never done that sort of activity before.
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if he's going to be in misfit pants, versus how perfectly tailored they usually are— now was the time. ]
Do you trust me?
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[He's definitely sweating. Visual impressions can make or break some interactions, especially if they go out in public in whatever attire they make with said measurements.]
You really enjoy making a lot of things into gambles and games, don't you.
I'm hesitant about this, but... I'll trust you.
[His mouth presses into a line at the admission.]
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[ his voice is soft, but definitely does have a touch of teasing embedded into it. still, judging by his reaction it's clear he wouldn't lead alivian astray. probably. ]
Is there anyone who doesn't feel their heart racing with a good challenge? [ but, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing for alivian to experience more in this world. to get him out more. to try more things. specifically with him. in this way, he'd like to think he could see more of alivian's desires in time. ]
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As for challenges... not many I came across in my life so far came with good feelings. So, you may have to show me.
[His ears tilt to the sides with the admission, uncertain.]
...I'm trusting you that I won't get hurt in a way I can't handle.
[To emphasize his meaning, he noisily pats his own chest.]
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That's all you have to do. [ keep trusting him, that is. ]
I won't betray it. [ he gives alivian's leg a light, affectionate squeeze. ]
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[Behind the mask, his eyes close at the squeeze to his thigh. His breath shivers the slightest bit, and he makes no effort to hide it.]
...Careful. Every little touch from you feels a lot more than it looks like.
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[ his shrugs his shoulders as if to exemplify his point. it's not exactly literal, but he would like to think he has a decent amount of influence and power to be able to define what's safe.
though, seeing how alivian deals in his world is an entertaining prospect. as is his reaction. when he shivers at his touch, his fingers light stroke his leg, before it comes back down and he taps his finger on his thigh idly. ]
That look on your face is even better.
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Are you sure about the face I'm making to begin with?
[He absolutely knows what face he's making - because he immediately aches for more of that idle touch. Like he's carrying a bowl that needs to be endlessly filled.
[Except nothing is endless; he longs for more just the same. It's been like this since the first time they shared his bed.]
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I suppose you could just be so good at hiding it. Just like a kitten who conceals its claws. Your face could be just as unreadable, or maybe I was mistaking it for the expression you had on the other night. [ it's a jest obviously, trying to see the other man lose his composure.
it's clear, alivian isn't the only one who has a thirst that's difficult to be quenched. ]
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[He tilts his head again, perplexed behind the mask, but smiling all the same. His composure remains, even with the hint of a blush crossing his face.]
...Not that you're wrong. On the bright side, with this mask, I can give you that look I showed in the bedroom to you as much as I want, in public.
[As factual as his statement is, there's a soft, playful little lilt to it.]
And the only ones who will know are you, and I.
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it's a sort of slyness he doesn't expect, but also doesn't dislike in the slightest. ]
You'd risk making me want to take it off? [ his eyes veer off the road again, studying alivian with his peripherals before focusing back. if alivian recognizes, it does seem like they're on the outskirts of where his base is. albeit, a lot of sights in the n109 zone could look similar enough. that said— ]
So how long are you planning to make me wait? [ they did say it would be a test of alivian's concentration, but he's not sure if either of them are into testing those limits anymore. though, is this all the better to prove his point? (does it count if he tempts him?) ]
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[Alivian tilts his head a little as he considers, his gaze scanning the potentially-familiar surroundings. He's not familiar enough with the n109 zone yet, but that has every chance of changing - at least as he learns more about the area via scent, first.]
I plan on making you wait no longer than a half hour. It shouldn't take me long to compile the list, anyway.
[He glances out the window, but both ears tilt in Sylus's direction. His tone is almost cheeky when he adds,] Are you worried you'll lose your patience first?
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[ it'll be more embarrassing if it doesn't pan out, or that seems to be his implication. though, the way his lips curve up in a smirk is likely evidence enough to way that sylus would like it no matter which way the wager turned out.
what was more exciting of a prospect than being pushed to the very brink of ones limits, after all? it's a thought that lingers on his mind, as they conveniently make the turn into the long stretch to the road that leads into the base.
finally, he answers with a: ] Maybe. Would you like it if I did? I can play that role for you.
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[His ears tilt with the question, tone light.]
I'm typically very certain in my convictions. If you dislike it, then... I'm uncertain if I could genuinely apologize.
[A beat, and he reaches out to smooth his fingers along Sylus's elbow - lightly, so as to not impact his steering any.]
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[ it seems to go both ways. especially in the way where the mirth seems to flicker in his eyes as his gaze lingers on alivian. all the more once they're on the final path up to their destination. when he feels the touch to his elbow, he looks down at alivian's hands, before setting his eyes back on his face. ]
Feel free to do more. We could use the appetizer. [ the appetizer to their eventual "meal." ]
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[Do more..? Hm.
[Idly, his finger follows the line of Sylus's forearm, in a long, slow caress that easily could feel ticklish. His gaze is keen and attentive through the mask as he watches Sylus's face for even the smallest twitch. Idly, he wonders if Sylus can feel him staring at him.
[Regardless, his caress follows the path before, back down towards his elbow, but then drifts to touch just as slowly along what part of his side he can easily reach. He has to focus to keep in mind his original goal later: to put to paper his own limitations, and see how long they can remain "civil."]
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there's clear anticipation in the way he draws his next breath. then the next, before he continues: ] Are you satisfied with just that? I always thought you wanted something a little different.
If I thought wrong, well... [ a soft, almost subdued chuckle. ] feel free to correct me. [ maybe this just means it's his turn. it comes just in time for the car to come to a lull before, he eventually puts it to park. his hand comes to collect alivian's which remains in contact with his own skin, he leans into the touch. ]
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[At the first opportunity, he closes his fingers to hold on, gently.]
I'm not satisfied yet, but I didn't want to distract you too much while you're driving.
[If Sylus lets him, Alivian adjusts their mutual grip to interlace their fingers, palm to palm. With his free hand, he removes the mask to show how he arches an eyebrow at him, the expression almost innocent, were it not for the challenging look within.]
What do you think I want?
[He wants to sit together, shoulder to shoulder, no space between them, and just indulge in each other's warmth and touch. On a couch, a bed, or even sharing a single chair that's a little too small for both of them at once.
[Of course, this teasing, and physical intimacy makes his head feel warm and fluffy. Well, more than the fur already makes it, in any case.]
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Thanks for waiting! <3
ofc!! <3 thanks for waiting too!
Yeah! :D
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Apologies for the wait. Brain's been in new and old OCs hell. ;w;