A home is where you find one.

[buckingham]

unexpected domesticity shipping meme. you never thought you'd have a home, at least not one you can call completely yours, no strings attached and no one lording above you or controlling you. you may not have even known what a "home" truly is, or thought you wanted one. now, there is a touch of domesticity in your life, no matter what things are like otherwise, because you have a home, though you may not have a house proper. most importantly, you now have someone to share this new facet of life with - a partner. similar to you or completely different, relationship unspoken or unrealized, heavily romantic or understated, they are slowly but surely becoming someone indispensable to you. you never could have seen this coming. and, of course, with domesticity comes a certain amount of intimacy, perhaps even the ultimate physical intimacy...you may be open to that already or you're working up to it when you'd hardly considered it before. whether your situation is for the long term as it stands, could end at any moment, or a mere disguise you're using to lay low, you're getting comfortable. how does that make you feel? will you it accept a new lease on life - or will you sabotauge yourself before someone else does? — Comment with your character, preferences, what tone you want your thread to take, and whether or not your open to smut. — Reply to others.

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[hellstorm]

He sinks down a little more, reaching for Stephen's hand so he can take a moment to stroke warming fingers across the backs of his knuckles before dragging said hand to rest against his stomach.

"Is it because you need something and I'm conveniently here?" He knows that's not the answer--

[strange_magic]

The heat of Daimon's touch is, as always, a momentary relief from the pain and shaking in his hands. See, this is how he knows you care, Hellstrom.

"Yes, obviously. I need a demon to take up all of my personal space and shed orange hair on things."

[hellstorm]

"I don't shed." He sounds, momentarily, offended, but that doesn't stop the lazy drag of his fingertips along the back of Stephen's hand, thumb circling lazy against his wrist.

"But you're correct, your personal space is clearly the most favorable place to be."

[strange_magic]

Stephen turns his hand slightly so that Daimon has a better angle on the worst spot.

"You do shed, you merely fail to notice it, due to the fact that you seldom ever wear a shirt. Not," he adds. "That I am complaining."

[hellstorm]

He knows where the worst of it is, he can feel the scars and ruined muscle beneath the delicate skin. He's a demon, yes, but he still ironically has a healer's touch.

"You're lucky this is the form I choose to take, or you'd have a lot more 'shedding'."

[strange_magic]

"We would also require a larger chair."

[hellstorm]

"I'm fully capable of altering my size, you know." He just made for a big, scary demon and didn't bother otherwise. Especially in Hell.

He lets Stephen's hand rest back against his belly and reaches for the other.

[strange_magic]

Stephen idly strokes the warm skin under his fingers, and gives Daimon his other hand.

"So you just like being big and scary?"

[hellstorm]

"Wouldn't you?" He takes his other hand and starts on it gently, the pads of his fingers following muscle and tendons.

Then a grin. "I mean, aren't you?"

[strange_magic]

That grin is infectious.

"From time to time."

There is a particularly unpleasant knot right where his carpals meet his radius and ulna, and it makes his fingers twitch when Daimon finds it.

[hellstorm]

He shifts to get his elbow on the arm of the chair so he can push himself up a little more, muscle rippling under Stephen's palm. "Here--" He reaches to take his other hand securely in both of his, thumbs seeking out the knot again, pressing in an effort to get the muscle to relax.

[strange_magic]

Stephen shifts with him to acommodate, and hisses softly at the firmer press.

"Yes, right there--"

[hellstorm]

He lets up when it doesn't give, sinking more heat into his touch before trying again-- until finally the knot unravels and he rubs him through it, automatically feeling for any others. He doesn't like how he can feel his bones shift.

"Better?"

[strange_magic]

Stephen nods.

"Yes, thank you." A wry smile spreads over his lips. "Here I am, worried after your wellbeing, and then you end up taking care of me."

[hellstorm]

"I'm hardly the one that needs looking after, old man." Daimon draws his hand up and presses his lips against his palm. He'll show is affection long before he'll ever speak it.

[strange_magic]

"I have seen the way you eat when your pet godling is not feeding you," he counters.

[hellstorm]

"I'm also perfectly capable of feeding myself, I just think Wong appreciates cooking for a less picky eater." He huffs, then smirks, reaching to stroke under Stephen's chin.

[strange_magic]

Stephen tips his chin up a little.

"Hmm... We could ask him."

[hellstorm]

Daimon leans in to press his warming nose under Stephen's jaw. "But then I'd have to let you up."

[strange_magic]

Long fingers card through that shock of orange hair, and Stephen hums again.

"Well, we cannot have that, now can we?"

[hellstorm]

It makes his eyes go half lidded, fingers curling lightly around Stephen's wrist.

"I need to show you what I made..."

[strange_magic]

"Oh?" he asks, repeating the action.

[hellstorm]

He makes a little noise in the back of his throat because he's a damn cat when it comes to fingers in his hair.

"Once I retrieve it anyway."

[strange_magic]

"Would that involve you getting up?"

Have moar pettins then, kitty.

[hellstorm]

"And rip a portal back through time and space to the proper place to snag it, but yeah." He stretches like one. "I need a snack first."