jade ☃ harley (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
basslines) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
bakerstreet2016-09-08 02:14 pm
basslines) wrote in bakerstreet2016-09-08 02:14 pm
thursday pic prompt
the picture prompt meme
i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.
THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY.
no subject
Somehow, hearing about the death of Riannoc proved truth was far more awful than fiction. Charles frowned further, trying to imagine the fear that would come at fighting a foe you know you couldn't defeat but had to fight to save the lives of others. The fear, the courage needed, the understanding that death was coming. He questioned within himself if he would have been able to face down such a creature. "...what happened to the squire?" Charles asked quietly. Perhaps it was that old, deep down human need to know that some punishment had come to the squire for not only his cowardice but his even greater crime of theft and in a sense, murder by that theft.
But his brief descent into that faint anger-sorrow was completely abolished by Aurus' brash words. Charles almost tripped over his own feet for a moment before he stared at Aurus, then chose to look away from him completely to not give Aurus the further enjoyment and victory of his expression as a mind and body in long, sore need of such pleasures threatened to remove him from what he was focusing on - which was keeping himself connected here, not in the physical world! A heartbeat, two, three, as he made sure he remained before he swallowed and looked back, managing to keep his voice calm enough to please him. "I'd prefer if your breathern were not so lucky as to witness that given that it might end up replayed as someone's memory for the rest of their lives and beyond." But his lips quirked.
Right. Charles took another breath before he started in the indicated direction, knowing that he would have to find a way to get Aurus back for all of this at some point.
no subject
"For a long time no one really knew--he disappeared, which was easy since back then he was little more than a rumor or legend. Then a few years ago a young Valiant, as we call those who've felt the calling of a Wyld Hunt, learned the precise circumstances of Riannoc's death and tracked down the sword and the squire both. He'd taken up with bandits and was using the blade's magic to win pit fights at an outpost in Kryta. She defeated him and reclaimed the blade, but just as important, she gave us answers about Riannoc's fate that allowed his story to be completed within the Dream."
Perhaps it wasn't a story of grand justice, but in the end Aurus clearly seemed to consider it justice nonetheless. And anyway, he was far more focused on the effect that his forwardness had.
To be sure, pleased though he was to get a reaction, he wasn't planning to startle Charles that much, and for a moment he worried that he might have gone too far. He was relieved when the man seemed to recover, but he still felt as though perhaps he'd pushed harder than he should. He wanted his flirtation to inspire, to tease, to play, but not to truly discomfort. And the fact that Charles was clearly fighting to keep that playful calm...
"I would say that it just means I'll have to make sure to take you somewhere more secluded first," his smile grew more gentle, intimate, "but I think I ought to apologize--if I went too far, crossed a line. The last thing I want is to make you feel pressured."
(Of course Charles would still be well within his rights to devise a plan to get him back later if he wanted.)
no subject
Such a dark end for the weapon that had been used to try and fight the darkness, only to be rescued and brought back into the light. It wasn't a happy ending, not really, but there was something in Charles that felt settled in knowing that the Squire in fact did meet justice in the end for his crimes. It wasn't just fear, fear Charles could understand, he had seen so many times in the children he had brought into the school, but the choices made from it...
Though even that was ironic to be angered about, given that he had forgiven someone of their choices no matter how terrible they had gotten.
"Pressured... no." Charles chose his words carefully, realizing that Aurus was, in his way, truly apologetic for what he had been saying. He didn't want the other to feel that he couldn't tease, even if it was to his embarrassment. "If I was pressured, I wouldn't be waiting to see what happens when we are done here tonight."
With that, he picked up his pace in the direction they were heading, leaving that with Aurus as some serious food for thought. It was true; he was eager to see how the night concluded, but he had a feeling in the moment things might be very... different, outside of here where he functioned normally again.
no subject
As Charles' words settled in his mind, Aurus's smile grew. He did try to keep it under control but there was an undeniable warmth and swelling fullness in his chest. If he'd been the type to blush this was a moment when he very well might have.
It wasn't as though Aurus was so promiscuous or so casual about sex that he didn't care about his partners. But there was something about Charles that went beyond the usual for him--the amount he'd grown to feel for him in such a short amount of time stretched the normal limits of affection and caring into places he had almost no names for. And the sound of Charles' words--what happens when we are done here tonight--made his pulse flutter, dazing him momentarily still.
Aurus exhaled a puff of breath and found he had to trot a few steps to catch up after momentarily falling behind. And when he did he nudged Charles gently with his shoulder as he fell into step at his side, a near-glow lighting his smile that had nothing at all to do with bioluminescence.
He didn't say anything right away, but he did let his hand brush against Charles', pinky finger against pinky finger--a light and secretive touch, a whispered invitation.
no subject
Nice to manage to catch Aurus a little, even if only a fraction of what the sylvari had managed to do to him, so far. When their hands brushed it sent a spark down through Charles, briefly closing his eyes until he chose to shift his finger, just enough, to intwine their pinkies together. Only a moment, a heartbeat, before he released it, but it spoke volumes. His hand stayed nearby, bumping occasionally as they walked along this path.
"Do you and your people believe that the Tree is alive?" Charles asked curiously, his eyes lifting up to the pale leaves high above them. It was beautiful, even what he could see of it here, like a natural skyscraper going endlessly up into the sky, but as ghostly and ethereal as sheets blowing in the wind. There was nothing like this on Earth, nothing that could be even properly compared. Not that he believed Earth any less incredible, for there were things he believed would blow Aurus' mind, yet this was doing the same for him.
Then, even more quietly, "...what does it feel like to touch it?"
no subject
It was funny how such a little touch could convey so much, how it made a tendril of heat unfurl through Aurus's chest, made him thrill with the sense of shared secrecy, as though the two of them really were conspiring to break some rule together. The feeling was heady, and he didn't rush to disrupt it with words as they walked.
They passed by a muttering asura with ragged ears and mottled skin the color of lichen, a tengu with feathers of brilliant green and white, a quaggan--squat and cumbersome like a little grayish beluga whale--wearing a beaded headdress. (Three translucent sylvari saplings stood around it, conferring:
"It burbles and bubbles like a walking waterfall! What is it?"
"It's...squishy. How interesting!"
"Do you think it'll be our friend?")
The farther they walked, the more the crowds thinned, and the closer they got to a proper view of the Tree, not just the partial glimpses that could be gained by looking into the sky above them.
"We don't just believe the Tree is alive, we know it thoroughly because the avatar of the Mother Tree is alive. She dwells in a chamber still higher than where we stand now," he pointed it out--a bowl-like spot woven into the trunk high above them with windows that looked like stained glass but were really thin, translucent plates of colored resin.
"Were we on Tyria itself and not within the Dream, I could take you to meet her. That's something that humans do isn't it--take the people they hope will be their lovers home to meet their parents?" Clearly he hadn't been put off from the teasing too much. He smirked.
"How can I describe her to you... She looks similar to us, but also different--all white and gold and petals, suffused with light, and she moves very little, like a flower caught in a soft breeze. We go to her for guidance sometimes. She's very wise, very kind. I believe she would like you very much. And," here he quirked another smile, "I have no doubt that she would approve of us. She would probably even say that you're good for me."
They were coming now beneath an archway of vines that led to a long grassy pathway, like a high-walled promenade, set with those colored resin panes along its curved sides. Like stained glass, the resin showed shapes of flowers and buds against brightly colored fields of blue, green, gold. And here, as they came farther out from under the Tree's branches, the sky was bright with stars and a clear moon overhead.
"If I could take you to Tyria with me as quickly as I have brought you here," Aurus sighed. There were some things, alas, that the Dream could not impart. "I enjoy imagining that some day you might come here with me in the flesh, lay your hands on whatever it pleases you to. But I know you could not leave your children for that long--you would worry for them too much.
"I can offer something else though." He gave a slight nod in the direction they were heading, "How do you feel about a little bit of a climb?"
no subject
Charles's fingertips found Aurus' forearm as they walked but the reason why would be obvious within moments. Not another tender, sensual touch, not this time, but a practical one. His eyes kept going upwards, again and again, taking in the majesty of the ethereal tree above them and the small touch kept him moving forward on pace with Aurus and in the correct direction. His gaze only dragged away briefly at the comment about the avatar, thinking it sounded a great deal like people spoke of gods of old having avatars, but why not? Why could this living being above them not have a way to speak to her children?
Yet Aurus planted another idea into his mind. If Aurus had known him when he was younger, he might have recognized that brief change in expression as something like his old mischievous 'I am possibly about to do something stupid' look.
"I wish I could meet her," Charles said honestly, "though... I'm surprised she would approve." But not for the reasons Aurus might think. "Most mothers would be less than pleased that their son... might not return." His words were hesitant as they walked, finally spotting the stained 'glass' and wondering who created such works of art, but mostly not looking towards Aurus given what he just said. A hint of awkwardness, there.
This is not a world he would be able to see himself.
"Lead the way. Anywhere."
no subject
Content to be the anchoring guide, Aurus watched the path so that Charles could keep his eyes up in the branches, setting a steady, unhurried pace for them.
He did have to wonder what that fleeting look he saw on the man's face might portend--Charles couldn't actually be entertaining the idea of coming with him to Tyria for real. It had to be a fantasy...didn't it? (He imagined, suddenly, the very cross expression that he'd probably receive from Hank McCoy if it became clear that he'd not just seduced Charles but someone managed to convince him to take a wild, mystical holiday to a far away world of magic and dragons.)
"She's not like most mothers," he said quite honestly, thinking of what he'd heard that the Tree had told Trahearne against his protests that he was no General: You must be whatever Tyria needs you to be. She had known that he would lead the Pact before he did. "After all, she is still a tree.
"If my life leads me to stay with you, then that is where I belong, even if it is worlds away." It was no promise, but still a far cry from the earlier sense that he would, ultimately and inevitably, leave. He didn't dwell on the point though.
Ahead of them the path was coming to a natural terminus where a steep wall of exposed rock and roots narrowed the way forward through a shadowy arbour. "The entrance to Caledon Forest," Aurus explained, before leading Charles to the right, doubling back the way they came.
The steep, decorated walls of the promenade had been impossible to scale--too high and too smooth--but here there was a spot, just where once side sloped lower to the ground, that a few shoots of leaves grew, with stems easily strong enough to hold a man's weight. This was what Aurus meant about a climb, and clearly it was one that he'd made before--Charles wasn't the only one to have gotten up to mischief in his youth.
It wasn't terribly strenuous, but it might be a bit of a challenge to anyone who hadn't had much practice climbing trees. Aurus could lead by example though, and so he pulled himself up astride the first stem, pausing there to offer Charles a hand should he need it.
no subject
Maybe Charles was. The very idea of being able to come to this place for real, to not see it through a dream but to truly experience it... it was terrifying, dangerous, and yet absolutely something he wanted to do. A short time, a week, two, no more than a month... as long as he could reliably get back. Without that reliability he could never agree to venture here. His students, his school... it was a life line for him, a life time goal. He couldn't, wouldn't, desert them willingly.
"...Is she just a tree, though?" Charles questioned quietly, his eyes drifting upwards again. To him, it sounded far more like a goddess in the shape of a tree, a spirit of nature. Perhaps the legends of Gaia or Mother Earth.
His eyes peered through the shadows, wondering what sort of forest began at such a strange point, but if Aurus wasn't concerned, he wouldn't bother to be either. Still, he was surprised that Aurus meant a literal climb versus, say, a very steep hill. He did not, in fact, have any particular skill in climbing trees and while he had kept himself fit in younger days that was very different now. ...Despite that, he chuckled and walked over to follow after Aurus, dryly commenting, "be prepared to possibly pull me up the last few feet." He followed after, though he could feel the burn in his biceps and thighs relatively quickly. Exactly where were they going??
no subject
Given that he was a fair few inches taller and spent most of his days swinging a massive warhammer over his head, Aurus had no trouble at all pulling Charles up at the moments when his strength might have failed him. He kept a close eye on the man, knowing that, dream or not, he was asking him to do something that he would by no means be used to lately.
Really and truly, he hadn't planned it this way, but by the time they made it up to the end of the climb it was hard for him not to wind up with Charles in his arms. It was just a matter of how maneuvering limb to limb and then up onto the broad top of the wall involved the two of them moving--moving so that finally, as Aurus helped Charles up the final stretch, they were left standing face-to-face, chest-to-chest, Aurus's hands on Charles' waist.
It was only by virtue of wanting to make sure he was steady and balanced that Aurus let his hands linger, surely. And it was just by a chance of posture that he found his lips against Charles' hair, nose inhaling the soft scent of his shampoo. He was sure he hadn't intended to let his cheek extend the caress, let his mouth brush Charles' temple. But he caught himself before the touch could get away from him--it was fleeting, only a moment, even though he still hadn't stepped back, still hadn't completely let go. Perhaps he should, but he couldn't quite make himself. Not yet.
Still in that little shell of closeness, he lifted a hand and pointed to the vista they'd come to, the reason that Aurus had brought them up here.
no subject
Charles did everything he could to keep his upper body in shape so that he would never be a burden to another while in his wheelchair, making sure his arms and chest and core would stay developed so he could manually wheel himself somewhere if necessary, but other than that his lower half had little point in bothering. Yet it felt more fantastic than he could say to actually experience this - it was real, in a sense. Unlike a dream, as he climbed, he could feel the burn in his thighs, the push and pull of muscles that outside could do no such thing. It was exhilerating.
Still, the help was not only something he was grateful for but needed by the time they got towards the top. The last push to get over onto the wall and off the stems left them in a very compromising position but he wasn't oblivious to those little sensations as Aurus took advantage of it. Charles found his eyes half closing, the urge to take a little advantage of the situation himself rising, but when he lifted his head to do so, he saw the point out of the corner of his eye and naturally followed it.
It felt like his breath was taken away. It was the first unobstructed view of the Pale Tree he'd had and it was everything he could have hoped for. It was beautiful, brilliant, and larger than any natural structure he had ever seen in his life. His lips parted, slowly pulling up into a wide grin of pure wonder as he took it in, everything else briefly forgotten.
no subject
or get him to play it while I sit by and watch.]Charles might have been captivated by the Tree, but for Aurus's part he'd seen the Tree many times before. He was captivated by Charles--by his wonder and joy and the youthful light the sight before him brought to his eyes, for a moment lifting all the cares he carried away like a mantle sliding free from his shoulders.
He still stood just as close, Aurus's hands still rested in just the same place, and he didn't move at all, not wanting to disturb how the expressions played out on Charles' face. He would still be waiting and watching him when the man looked back at him once more too, though perhaps admittedly he was leaning in just a bit, his cheek still close to Charles' hair so that if the man turned his head too quickly...he'd probably find their lips almost touching, noses almost brushing, contact almost completed, and Aurus's breath warm against his mouth.
Probably, Aurus knew, he could have managed to steal a kiss here. But he didn't want to steal a kiss. He wanted to linger in the headiness of what almost was--almost, but not quite, not yet--in the nearness of their skin. Here there was no one to see them, no one to disturb them; here they could linger before the view of the Tree until the taboo they were going to break (it had become almost certain, almost inevitable that they would now, hadn't it--if not now, then surely before too long) pulled both of them inexorably in.
no subject
When Charles realized the situation he was in, his initial thought was a panicked one. He had taken himself so far out of that mental space, refusing it because the pain of simply not having it be a part of his life was the lesser pain versus the pain of realizing again and again what he had lost and how it affected it. The idea of sympathy and pity and awkwardness and possibly a returned to loneliness that would be worse than before. The heartache of what he had lost that had nothing to do with his legs.
Yet here he was, standing in this impossible dreamscape with a man of another world, another species, with no one else around, that old part of him crops up eagerly in reminder of better times and he gives a faint smirk, possibly felt against Aurus' lips. There was no stealing something that was given willingly.
He closed the distance as his hand came up to the back of Aurus' neck, his eyes falling closed as he kissed the other. The strange texture of those lips - almost flesh-like yet not. Not bad, no. It was... alluring, in its way.
no subject
The kiss caught Aurus on the inhale so that his whole body seemed to sigh with the finally realized contact. He almost hadn't believed it would happen, and then was almost surprised when it did.
Ironically, it took his mind a moment to catch up, a moment in which the kiss was soft and light and testing. He wasn't consciously thinking about giving Charles a chance to adjust to the differences between their skin, but perhaps that was the effect nonetheless. (Aurus had been told once that his lips had a bittersweet taste--something to go with the soft scent of marjoram and creosote that always clung to him.)
Then time seemed to catch back up with itself, and Aurus's fingers were twining a lock of Charles' hair, his other hand pulling them close so that the full length of their bodies pressed together. There was a thirst to the way that Aurus kissed him then, a sort of reckless passion steeped in want. He didn't mean for it to be overwhelming (the concern was still there in the back of his mind) but he wanted Charles badly and the way he kissed him--mouth open, breath hot, lips tugging--left no room for mistaking it.
no subject
At first, it was almost delicate. Something slow and tender, a realization of time spent together learning, trying to understand, and in their own way, desiring. Anticipation realized. Charles let himself remember the motions, something forgotten over the many years since Moira (and so much else) had left his life. One hand crept up to instinctively tangle fingers into his partner's hair but on touching the flehsy texture of leaves, momentarily paused.
What he wasn't expecting was the sudden surge of Aurus - mouth, hands, body. It took his breath away as their bodies pressed together yet his body felt like it remembered, shifting to allow the planes of muscle and skin to lie flat to each other, thighs tucking in properly to one another. Here he could feel every inch of the elegant body that so closely resembled his in general shape but the little differences ticked off in his mind. The sensation of veins, the ripple of leaves, the way the texture of what Aurus 'wore' moved against his own clothing.
So far beyond a dream. A Dream, instead.
It was overwhelming, if he was pushed to ask, but it didn't matter. A part of him had been building up to this, had needed it for a while now, and it urged him past the protective cocoon he had placed himself in. There was the unforgiving part of himself, the part that told him that here he was fully functional, that it would be different outside of it, but the sheer knowledge that Aurus had been touchy in his own right even outside of here, with no knowledge that he would be able to walk here, put up a barrier against those thoughts that only allowed them to leak thrugh as Charles started to give back to match.
no subject
It was easy to get swept up in it, caught in the current and drawn, heady and swirling, into the tide--especially when he felt Charles start to give himself over to the moment. Aurus knew (by now, of course he knew) that Charles had proceeded with caution thus far, but he couldn't be ruled by caution as they kissed.
Hungry lips, testing tongue, arms now wrapped firm around Charles' body, palm against his spine cradling the small of his back, the other against his head, fingers threading through hair. The contact licked through Aurus like flame; he lost the passing of time.
Of course, he would say, of course he would still want Charles like this back in the waking world. Inevitably there would be some differences to negotiate, but to him that seemed a negligible concern. To lie with Charles this way rather than stand--he wouldn't hold him any less close, kiss him any less deeply. But this wasn't the sort of thing to be said with words, and for now he was far away from saying anything at all. He just wanted their mutual surrender to the intoxicating delirium of reckless kisses, and so he did surrender, for a longer time than he knew.
no subject
Charles let it pull at him, tug him along a current stronger than he, perhaps ironic for a man who used to regularly swim such heady rivers. Now, it felt like if he was not careful, he would drown on them, and not in the way that Aurus would wish. His fingers curled around leafy extensions of hair, though strange to the touch, simply came into his mind as Aurus and grew more familiar with each passing moment they remained together, as they shared the same breath.
Aurus was forging something new with him with every heartbeat, teaching him things that had once been learned but now in an entirely new light. Still, there was caution that lingered in the back of his mind, 'knowing' that was false but society and pain had beat into his unconsciousness. It was none of those that finally brought his head away, mouth tasting of earth and flowers, but the need to take a full breath, one that found itself on exhale turning into a soft laugh.
That... had been somehow the very expected and very unexpected outcome of coming up here.
no subject
Aurus's body melted by slow degrees and he exhaled a low appreciative moan when Charles' fingers grasped the fronds of his hair, but he didn't fight against coming up for air.
He let his forehead rest briefly against Charles' brow, unable to suppress the smile that pulled at his lips. It felt so good to him to have finally come this far, as though the two of them had accomplished something together, which was perhaps an odd way to think of a kiss. But given the hurdles they'd had to overcome, maybe it wasn't so odd after all.
Either way, it did him good to feel the lightness of Charles' laughter, left him buoyant, a sense of air and breath in his chest that became his own soft echo of laughter too. He thumb came up to stroke the man's cheek, trace along the line of his jaw. There was, it seemed to him, a captivating new light in Charles' eyes which he'd not seen there before.
"You look very good like this," his thumb slid over Charles' lower lip. Perhaps it wasn't quite kiss swollen, but it was still delightfully pink. "I believe we ought to continue the gesture, given how it suits you so well," teasing and playful, yes. But as to whether they continued here in the Dream or outside of it, and whether right away or slowly and gradually, Aurus was giving to Charles to decide. After all, he had been with humans (and human men) before, but he was Charles' first sylvari; it was more than understandable if the foreignness turned out to be both daunting and thrilling at once.
no subject
"Aurus... you are a terrible sylvari." Charles voice was playful, the smirk on his lips teasing, but he remained close. He recognized the choice Aurus was giving him, and he had to make that decision. Yet... there was one piece of advice he was missing, something that occurred to him as he turned over these thoughts, frowning a slight frown to his lips.
"Does this," the stress in his voice suggesting the Dream, "affect our real bodies? The time spent here, the... physical of what might be done?" A more honest concern in the sense that just how long could his body, and his mind, maintain the position that he was currently in? Would a bruise here mean a bruise to his body? He knew well that the physical within his mind would cause his own body to react as if it had been a blow without, but... something more sexual?
no subject
“Yes,” Aurus teased back, “the absolute worst. I’m an terrible influence, clearly. Completely not to be trusted.” He was smiling like the cat that got the canary.
That didn’t make him take Charles’ question any less thoughtfully though, or stop him from considering the complexities of what was being asked. “Hm. Under normal circumstances the effect would show in only the most subtle of ways—an ache to echo the memory of a pain where a dreamed injury left no mark. But,” he leaned in so that his breath would warm the shell of Charles' ear as his spoke, his voice low and private like the slow drip of honey, “if it’s arousal you’re wondering about, I have had sex in the Dream before, and I’ve awoken sometimes to find my pleasure wet across my thighs and others to find myself still achingly hard and waiting for release.”
Far from being embarrassed or ashamed of this, Aurus was completely unabashed, more than willing to open the path of pleasures yet to come. Actually, he was curious to see what Charles might make of this little bit of dirty talk.
no subject
Shudder. Aurus would feel it as much as see it in Charles, that shudder that went the length of him at Aurus' choice of words and the feeling of his breath against his ear. Never mind his past experience; he wasn't certain anyone, ever, had spoken to him like that. There was no denying that his body was responding eagerly, the way his mind remembered but could not do so easily in the waking world. Charles' eyes closed as he took a slow, steadying breath against the dizzying wave of arousal and had to work to find his voice.
"Proof you are the absolute worst," he finally said, a husk to his voice that had not been there moments before. Another breath, but this time he could look to Aurus and his smugness, giving him a long look before the corner of his mouth lifted. "You are enjoying this far too much." Yet there was so much that he had to learn, even physically, about Aurus.
This breath, gathering. It was no easy topic, not in common discussion nor with himself, but it had to happen. To let Aurus make the choice. "Things would be... very different here, than out there. What I am capable of." It too everything in him to utter those words, to admit part of the weakness that had kept him from returning to his desires of the past. Part of.
no subject
Completely and shamelessly guilty as charged, Aurus's smile was quite enough to admit that. And the heat that flooded his body as he felt Charles move against him would be equally clear, equally shameless. He had to take a moment upon receiving that shudder to let the wave of want crest and ebb, at least enough for him to focus on words.
"You realize, of course, that I am far too greedy to choose only one place or one time. If you leave it to me, I will have you here, both our skin bared to the sky and my hands all over you, your whole body arching into my touch. And then let us wake together on our completion and do it all over again in my bed back at your home.
"The question of difference does not bother me at all, Charles. I don't deny that it exists--between my body and yours as much as between your body here and your body in the waking world--but there are many different ways to fuck. Have you ever been inside someone's mind as they touched themselves? Would you be able to feel what I feel so completely as to make my release your own? I want to try it, to find out how it feels. That's much more important to me than penetrating your body or having you penetrate mine." Which was not to say that he was opposed, particularly to the former if it was something that Charles wanted to explore.
But as far as Aurus was concerned, it simply wasn't a matter of Charles being capable of less than other men. Frankly, he thought of him as capable of more, or at least more of the interesting, non-conventional elements of sex, which to him were precisely the elements that mattered. Aurus was (perhaps unsurprisingly) not particularly inspired by much conventional sex anyway.
no subject
It was... overwhelming. Not only Aurus' choice of words, that brought a spike of arousal so strong that he had to close his eyes against the ensuing moment of dizziness that came on the heels of it. He took a breath, the images in his mind entirely his own but pointedly clear thanks to Aurus' descriptions. It had been a long time since he had heard such a crude term used in this context, found himself not disliking it.
"...so far, this night, you have led me down this path, down a path I knew in part, once, but now I walk in darkness along it. So tonight I would continue to follow you, wherever it might lead." Charles said, slowly, when he found himself not only capable of words but collecting his thoughts out from below his waistband. There was a heady, heavy feeling as the words left him, spilling as if a dam had been released and they were free to flow and unstoppable. He might have laughed at himself in his head.
The amount of trust he was offering Aurus with those words, as far as he was concerned, put the trust he had in coming here to shame.
no subject
If there was a wall handy, Charles would probably have found himself backed swiftly against it with Aurus's hands tugging up the hem of his shirt and his lips trailing from mouth to jaw to neck.
There wasn't, however, a wall handy, so what Aurus did instead...well, he knew it would certainly surprise Charles, but he felt too overcome in the rush of the moment to keep his feelings in better check: he lifted the man clean off his feet, pulling him in so that Charles could--and Aurus hoped would--wrap his legs around his hips, thoroughly kissing him again as he did so.
It was a gesture of pure exuberance, the physical extension of that unstoppable current let loose with Charles' words. And it was a pure, lighthearted, joyful declaration that even something as foreign as all this did not need to be daunting or overly serious. Even if it was unexpected, even shocking at first, it could still be steady and safe and fun.
He let the kiss break before too long this time, smiling, with his forehead pressed to Charles' and the bridges of their noses aligned. He wasn't in any hurry to put the man down. "I'm sorry," he murmured, clearly not really sorry at all, "I know this is terribly undignified. I don't know what came over me. I think I couldn't quite figure a quicker way to get closer to you."
no subject
There was a brief moment of something akin to panic, given that he simply was not used to being hauled up like this on his own two feet even if he was used to the occassional aid since he'd loss the use of them in the waking world, Charles ended up grasping anywhere he could on Aurus which started awkwardly as his shoulder and his arm until he realized what the other was trying to do. A breath left him and even as the first kiss landed (mentally realizing just how properly strong Aurus was to lift him so easily) he managed to do as Aurus hoped, though it was still a touch awkward. Not a position he was used to being in (it had always been the opposite).
In the end though Aurus' enthusiasm was hard to ignore, and Charles found himself quietly laughing when the kiss finally broke, panting slightly with a dizzy head as long as the kiss had gone on. Not.. complaining. "Terribly undignified," he agreed, trying to sound serious but failing. "I can think of what came over you." His arms went around Aurus' neck proper, trusting his weight to the other. "Sometimes, I forget you are sylvari and all that comes with it, including that impromptiveness." Teasing, gently, the look in his eyes warm.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)