Thank you. Let's go of his hand so that he can focus on the view, like he said. Taking in the irritated expression, the length of his neck and the tension in his shoulders.
He really looks like a trapped animal.
The impulse that flashed in his head and chest cools, and he shifts back slightly. If Rafayel shoves him again, he'll go back. ]
maybe later when he finds an opening, he'll bank on that.
but as it stands, he can tell sylus seems oddly alert right now. isn't this supposed to be his bed time...? rafayel's eyes glance to the clock, but he's probably wrong. he feels a certain tension behind his gaze, and the silence that settles between the two of them. it's not uncomfortable being around sylus, but this position is kinda...
so he has no choice but to break the silence. ]
Are you done looking? [ he can't help the heat rising to his face. ]
[ This position is kinda what? How would you know what it's kinda like, virgin?
WHY ARE YOU INSERTING RANDOM HEADCANONS ABOUT SYLUS' BEDTIME is it because you're embarrassed? I understand. I am also embarrassed. But unfortunately, Sylus delights in Rafayel's discomfort. ]
You're looking a little red, princess. [ Hello. Tilts his head to get him to look back at Sylus. ] Don't tell me your head's in the gutter?
[ you know, even virgins have the power of their imagination??
that's probably not any real save, but i tried... either way, rafayel is clearly having a hard time keeping his expression in check, especially when his head is now turned to face back to him directly. ]
Instead of focusing on where my head is, shouldn't you focus on where your hands are?
basically like he's the pleading emoji, but also looking a little indignant. you know, while simultaneously trying to read what sylus' intentions are. ]
... and when sylus plants that little kiss to rafayel, he does. he tries to use that to try and flip their positions. but, sadly he fails because dice maiden hates him, and ends up knocking his teeth on sylus. now this is even more embarrassing. let him die. ]
[ the fact that sylus has no idea what just happened...
only makes him feel worse, and so he does the only rational thing he can, and he turns back to glare at him. his brows are furrowed for a moment, and there are clear layers of frustration there, and in spite of it, he leans up and gives him a kiss on the corner of his mouth. now shut up!!! stop talking!!!
he isn't sure why he did that, and now... he's stewing in the regret of impulses. ] Don't talk.
Take a deep breath, and swallow whatever you're thinking.
[ What is happening...? He blinks slowly, looking down at Rafayel with a look of bewilderment, but he regains control of his features enough to quirk a smile.
Whatever insulting expression he was wearing before gives way to affection.
And amusement. He is internally laughing at you, Rafayel. ]
As you wish.
[ Oops, he spoke a little, but he will dutifully swallow the rest, caging Rafayel against the sofa once more as he leans down, this time slotting their mouths together, slow and purposeful. ]
[ the way sylus looks at him has a peculiar way of sticking with him. it's true that it's different than his miss bodyguard who would always be on his mind and who inevitably occupied both his heart and soul— however, it would be a lie to state that sylus didn't hold his own space somewhere within him. or maybe he's just that annoying... rafayel honestly isn't sure which one it is... which is exactly what's on his mind when he's about to snap a retort back to sylus who clearly can't listen to directions!!
except, then he feels sylus move over him again and...? there's a heat that rises in his body and he feels his own hand reaching to hold sylus' cheek before he deepens the kiss. he feels like it's pure instinct that drives him, but he can't help but savor the moment.
at least, up until he catches himself getting too caught up.
he presses on sylus cheek lightly as if to say that's enough. ]
[ How strange. Sylus rarely enjoys physical touch for its own sake; it's a fun tool to fluster, and leverage control over others, but it doesn't bring any comfort or stoke any desire in him. Every person and unnamed body falls short in comparison to what he really wants.
He's not sure what compels him now, except that instinct urged him to take, and so he did.
He finds himself mesmerized by the softness of these lips, and the warmth of the body beneath him. It's comforting, like a sense of belonging.
The tap of Rafayel's hand against his cheek wakes him from the dream he'd gotten lost in, and he pushes himself back up, taking a moment to admire the view that he's created...
Before picking up the remote control and turning off the TV. No more of that. ]
[ 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. ]
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he plants his hands down and tries to get up, before he almost hits his head on sylus'— ]
Move over. [ why are you making him a bottom ]
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Stays put. ]
I'm taking in the view.
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[ trying to touch the console for the lights in the room...
he struggles before just pushing sylus' chest instead because it's easier. ]
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[ ?
Takes the hand pushing his chest and holds it. ]
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[ he looks at the hand sylus is holding...
and he applies a bit more pressure before giving up and laying back. he sighs loudly like a pet who doesn't pay rent. ]
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Thank you. Let's go of his hand so that he can focus on the view, like he said. Taking in the irritated expression, the length of his neck and the tension in his shoulders.
He really looks like a trapped animal.
The impulse that flashed in his head and chest cools, and he shifts back slightly. If Rafayel shoves him again, he'll go back. ]
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maybe later when he finds an opening, he'll bank on that.
but as it stands, he can tell sylus seems oddly alert right now. isn't this supposed to be his bed time...? rafayel's eyes glance to the clock, but he's probably wrong. he feels a certain tension behind his gaze, and the silence that settles between the two of them. it's not uncomfortable being around sylus, but this position is kinda...
so he has no choice but to break the silence. ]
Are you done looking? [ he can't help the heat rising to his face. ]
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WHY ARE YOU INSERTING RANDOM HEADCANONS ABOUT SYLUS' BEDTIME is it because you're embarrassed? I understand. I am also embarrassed. But unfortunately, Sylus delights in Rafayel's discomfort. ]
You're looking a little red, princess. [ Hello. Tilts his head to get him to look back at Sylus. ] Don't tell me your head's in the gutter?
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that's probably not any real save, but i tried... either way, rafayel is clearly having a hard time keeping his expression in check, especially when his head is now turned to face back to him directly. ]
Instead of focusing on where my head is, shouldn't you focus on where your hands are?
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basically like he's the pleading emoji, but also looking a little indignant. you know, while simultaneously trying to read what sylus' intentions are. ]
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Are you sure it's my hands you should be worried about?
[ The huffy expression is unfortunately extremely charming to him. He can't resist poking at him a little, leaning down...
And pressing a little kiss to Rafayel's nose. He can be cute sometimes. ]
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... and when sylus plants that little kiss to rafayel, he does. he tries to use that to try and flip their positions. but, sadly he fails because dice maiden hates him, and ends up knocking his teeth on sylus. now this is even more embarrassing. let him die. ]
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Sylus can't even tell what Rafayel was trying to do considering that he failed so badly. He's stunned, looking down like what da hael... ]
Was that a bite?
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only makes him feel worse, and so he does the only rational thing he can, and he turns back to glare at him. his brows are furrowed for a moment, and there are clear layers of frustration there, and in spite of it, he leans up and gives him a kiss on the corner of his mouth. now shut up!!! stop talking!!!
he isn't sure why he did that, and now... he's stewing in the regret of impulses. ] Don't talk.
Take a deep breath, and swallow whatever you're thinking.
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Whatever insulting expression he was wearing before gives way to affection.
And amusement. He is internally laughing at you, Rafayel. ]
As you wish.
[ Oops, he spoke a little, but he will dutifully swallow the rest, caging Rafayel against the sofa once more as he leans down, this time slotting their mouths together, slow and purposeful. ]
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except, then he feels sylus move over him again and...? there's a heat that rises in his body and he feels his own hand reaching to hold sylus' cheek before he deepens the kiss. he feels like it's pure instinct that drives him, but he can't help but savor the moment.
at least, up until he catches himself getting too caught up.
he presses on sylus cheek lightly as if to say that's enough. ]
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He's not sure what compels him now, except that instinct urged him to take, and so he did.
He finds himself mesmerized by the softness of these lips, and the warmth of the body beneath him. It's comforting, like a sense of belonging.
The tap of Rafayel's hand against his cheek wakes him from the dream he'd gotten lost in, and he pushes himself back up, taking a moment to admire the view that he's created...
Before picking up the remote control and turning off the TV. No more of that. ]
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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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