[ when sylus finally pushes himself up, rafayel secretly breathes a sigh of relief. at least now is still a good stopping point for him. the closer they got, the longer sylus' taste lingered on his tongue, the easier it was to cross a certain boundary he couldn't return from.
even now, he can still feel his heart beating a little erratically, and his body sufficiently warmed. he's fighting an urge to kiss him again, and so he bites on his lower lip awkwardly for a second. before, shaking it off. he forces on a more neutral tone. ]
You didn't want to get the lights too? [ internally patting himself on the back for acting normal.
but, the way sylus looks at him makes him feel like he's a seafood spread??? the hell... ]
[ That's a very accurate way to describe how Sylus is looking at him, actually. Like a tasty seafood boil.... (vampire sylus voice) I'm hungry.
He's crossing one leg over the other, an arm tossed over the back of the couch, looking completely relaxed.
But there's something in his gaze, a heat that betrays his nonchalance. If Rafayel hadn't pushed him back, he could've easily let his mouth travel the rest of him.
[ eventually rafayel does end up sitting back up. he rubs his shoulder idly, as if massaging out the knots that he's developed from... being forced to lay down for like a minute. either way, he looks back to sylus. there's something cautious about the way he looks at him. ]
Am I jumpy? If I remember correctly, it's you who wants to jump on me.
[ he's regretting making this joke to soon.
but, anyway: ] What if I want to get some rest? [ ( sylus voice ) i'm tired ]
[ He doesn't laugh at the joke. Good thing you are an artist not a comedian...
It's probably a little unnerving the way that Sylus tracks his movements despite his outwardly casual demeanour, taking in the careful air around Rafayel, and the hesitation. Is he scared? ]
Oh. Did I tire you out already? That's disappointing.
he feels acutely aware of the way sylus' eyes are following him. which only makes him exhaust more effort in appearing aloof. he purposely settles close to sylus, letting his shoulder bump where his chest is, as he then places a hand on sylus' knee. he then places enough pressure to... push himself up. thanks for the boost, buddy.
he looks at sylus kind of smug. ] Psh, you wish.
Maybe I'm saying it for you? You don't seem like you have a lot of stamina.
[ since he put up such a good fight.... by himself, right... ]
[ A SLUT!?! says the person talking about sleeping with someone???
but, rafayel almost loses the composure he's so carefully built back up as his mouth falls agape. give him a second, before he turns away. ] Is that what you think this is? You wouldn't be able to handle the bait I put out. [ let him front...
that said, he does end up rummaging around the drawers by the bed. ]
[ calls him a switch while he proceeds to be very bottom in this thread, but
he does eventually stop rummaging around, clearly not finding what he was looking for. instead, he begins unbuttoning his shirt. he does it prudently, as if to hide the fact that he still feels unsettled by sylus watching him. he then rolls up his sleeves. ]
[ He's bottom in every thread. Be honest with yourself.
He hums, gaze trailing over the exposed skin without any subtlety. Unlike Rafayel, he's very honest, and doesn't see any reason to hide or disguise his interest or intentions. ]
Yes.
[ Looking back up to meet his gaze. ]
But I'm not a dog that is going to be spurred into action with bait alone. Use your words.
there's a few tense seconds where it does look like rafayel is thinking about something. when he makes eye contact with sylus, he tries not to turn away this time, taking it as a clear sign of weakness, or losing some metaphorical ground.
as for honesty... ]
Then are you a dog who responds to "sit," "fetch," or "come, boy"?
[ ( spoon voice ) he's cute and earnest though unlike raf ]
[ Rafayel is really treating this as a competition. Girl, we could be partners in crime if you stopped playing.
Anyway, that response just makes him burst into his Santa laugh. It is a clever comeback, and he has to appreciate that. His expression is bright, like he's having fun when he looks at him next. ]
Depends. Which one are you going to use, princess?
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even now, he can still feel his heart beating a little erratically, and his body sufficiently warmed. he's fighting an urge to kiss him again, and so he bites on his lower lip awkwardly for a second. before, shaking it off. he forces on a more neutral tone. ]
You didn't want to get the lights too? [ internally patting himself on the back for acting normal.
but, the way sylus looks at him makes him feel like he's a seafood spread??? the hell... ]
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He's crossing one leg over the other, an arm tossed over the back of the couch, looking completely relaxed.
But there's something in his gaze, a heat that betrays his nonchalance. If Rafayel hadn't pushed him back, he could've easily let his mouth travel the rest of him.
For now, he just shrugs. ]
You're jumpy enough with the lights still on.
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Am I jumpy? If I remember correctly, it's you who wants to jump on me.
[ he's regretting making this joke to soon.
but, anyway: ] What if I want to get some rest? [ ( sylus voice ) i'm tired ]
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It's probably a little unnerving the way that Sylus tracks his movements despite his outwardly casual demeanour, taking in the careful air around Rafayel, and the hesitation. Is he scared? ]
Oh. Did I tire you out already? That's disappointing.
[ Fake pouts about it. ]
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he feels acutely aware of the way sylus' eyes are following him. which only makes him exhaust more effort in appearing aloof. he purposely settles close to sylus, letting his shoulder bump where his chest is, as he then places a hand on sylus' knee. he then places enough pressure to... push himself up. thanks for the boost, buddy.
he looks at sylus kind of smug. ] Psh, you wish.
Maybe I'm saying it for you? You don't seem like you have a lot of stamina.
[ since he put up such a good fight.... by himself, right... ]
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You could be a little less obvious about baiting me into sleeping with you.
[ Him? Lacking stamina? He doesn't mind if Rafayel wants him to jump and eat him up at the first opening, but he should at least be honest about it. ]
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but, rafayel almost loses the composure he's so carefully built back up as his mouth falls agape. give him a second, before he turns away. ] Is that what you think this is? You wouldn't be able to handle the bait I put out. [ let him front...
that said, he does end up rummaging around the drawers by the bed. ]
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A second piece of bait. You must be feeling needy.
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he does eventually stop rummaging around, clearly not finding what he was looking for. instead, he begins unbuttoning his shirt. he does it prudently, as if to hide the fact that he still feels unsettled by sylus watching him. he then rolls up his sleeves. ]
What, and is this the third?
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He hums, gaze trailing over the exposed skin without any subtlety. Unlike Rafayel, he's very honest, and doesn't see any reason to hide or disguise his interest or intentions. ]
Yes.
[ Looking back up to meet his gaze. ]
But I'm not a dog that is going to be spurred into action with bait alone. Use your words.
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there's a few tense seconds where it does look like rafayel is thinking about something. when he makes eye contact with sylus, he tries not to turn away this time, taking it as a clear sign of weakness, or losing some metaphorical ground.
as for honesty... ]
Then are you a dog who responds to "sit," "fetch," or "come, boy"?
[ ( spoon voice ) he's cute and earnest though unlike raf ]
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Anyway, that response just makes him burst into his Santa laugh. It is a clever comeback, and he has to appreciate that. His expression is bright, like he's having fun when he looks at him next. ]
Depends. Which one are you going to use, princess?
[ He will put on a collar if you want. ]