[ Scott has (many) reservations, but Chris isn't wrong; the alternative is not great, and the guy's offering him an easy way out. He'd be an idiot not to take it. ]
[ Scott opens the door, wearing what has become his Duplicity standard uniform - jeans and a dark t-shirt. He has at least left the sneakers off in his own apartment.
Which is bog-standard, totally unchanged from his (or even Wade's) presence in it.
He has a lot of things he wants to ask Chris, but quickly realized he does not want those answers.
At least not right now.
This is awkward.
Also necessary though so he just pushes the door closed behind him. ]
[Chris can't help taking a small peak around as he enters and it's...dreadfully plain. Like Scott's refusing to admit he lives here.
The offer earns a small, appreciative, smile.]
Pillow and water for sure.
[He keeps his tone light, unbothered by an real or perceived awkwardness in either of them. He at least has the sense to take his boots off at the door before moving further in to confirm-]
You allergic to decorations or personal touches? Even military sorts I know have more things in their rooms than you've got.
[ He has time to make a confused, questioning noise - before the noise itself serves as some sort of translator and he understands the question. And then laughs, just a little.
He heads into the kitchen portion of the open space to fill a glass of water for Chris. ]
Not allergic, just really deeply apathetic about it and not a big fan of clutter. I'm sure I'll eventually accumulate something if I'm here a while.
[He lingers in the living room, eyes trailing to the large windows in lieu of anything more interesting to look at. It was weird being this down low in the building. When he and Fes had lived here, they'd been much higher up.]
I hope you do, this' almost depressing. Sterile. Festival and I draped the couches in blankets and pillows and made a veritable pillow fort out of the living room. Stayed that way until we moved out.
[He flashes a smile to Scott once he's back in the room.]
At least it's none of that 'don't want to admit I live here' kinda stuff.
[ There's something about 1-a being his housing that keeps striking him as vaguely funny, but he couldn't easily identify what. Something symbolic in his position in the x-men and his personality.
He returns the smile with a faint one of his own - not tentative, that's just how his face works - and hands over the glass of water.]
I'd break both my ankles the first time I got up in the middle of the night for a class of water if the living room was a pillow fort. [ Maybe not, but also really possible and dryly amused and self-depreciating. ] Festival's who your contract's with?
[He takes the glass of water and smiles into his sip. He doubts that, but it's a funny visual. When he sets the glass down and nods, there's affection clear in him.]
Yeah. Four foot tall catfolk. A good friend and only contract I've ever had.
[Only contract he'd ever need, so long as the city didn't take one of them again.]
I have the sudden desire to introduce him to Kurt, and I'm not sure why.
[ Kurt is neither short nor a cat. Maybe it's the ears and tail implications. He doesn't know. He does go and sit on the couch, finally, because... he can't just stay standing indefinitely. Even if he kind of wants to. ]
No idea who that is, but as long as they can handle a cat with a sense of humor and energy who celebrates his god with drinking, I think it'll be fine.
[Which is not at all all that Festival is, but it was a decent enough summary. Esepcially when...well, he hadn't come here to talk about Fes, as ready and willing as he was to just start talking about his partner whenever.
Scott sits and Chris takes up the water again to have another sip before setting the rest aside for later.]
You ready? Anything particular you like or you want as little fuss as possible?
[ If he were a little less composed (or trained to be) and his eyes and area around it weren't so effectively hidden, he'd probably look pretty startled. Blinking, eyes widening stuff.
As it is he just goes silent and then- ]
You're doing me a favor. Whatever you want's fine. Including the pillow which you can steal from the couch and use however you want.
[That’s…fine, he supposes, for this. It’s not a scene, just something simple. A means to an end. Besides, Scott seemed like a reasonable man, if anything made him uncomfortable, he’d probably say something.]
Alright.
[He snatches one of the pillows and tosses it down by Scott’s feet, but leans down over him with a hand braced on the couch by his head.]
I might be doing you a favor, doesn’t mean it’s got to be unpleasant or unfun.
[He flashes a little smile and brings his free hand up to cup under Scott’s jaw as he leans in to press a kiss to his lips. It’s soft for the moment while Chris waits to see if it’s even welcome.]
[ Scott thinks, somewhat distantly, that he is really good to need a 'no touching above the neck' tattoo across his forehead. Except his hair would probably cover it and then people would try to brush it away to read it and defeat the purpose.
He's never realized how natural that is for people in intimate situations. Hasn't had enough of those with enough people, he supposes.
Instead he just gently, slowly and methodically moves Chris' hand down to his neck, before letting his own hand settle on Chris' shoulder.
Surprisingly - or not - once that's done he really is into the kiss. Okay, he's not super turned on by it immediately, there's a little tenativeness, but he perceptibly relaxes and unwinds, gets more confident and even goes to deepen it himself.
What? Affection - including kissing - is something he really, really likes. ]
[Chris can take a hint, at least, and is more than comfortable with keeping his hand where it's placed.
Especially when Scott starts leaning into the kiss himself. That was a good sign and Chris is more than happy to reciprocate. He pours his focus into the movement of lips and the slide of tongue as he slightly shifts their angle to press deeper. It's assertive, but not meant to overwhelm. What Scott gives, Chris matches.
His hand at Scott's neck slips down, idly touching over Scott's shoulder and chest with no particular goal in mind beyond contact. They could start simple, especially if it had Scott relaxing like he is.]
It's a relief, to be honest. It allows Scott to use the kiss as a grounding point, focus completely on it and not worry too much about 'taking the lead' in it, which requires a more active thought process. It keeps him more relaxed and just enjoy being touched.
It doesn't take long to get a soft, muffled, groan out of him, accompanied by his hands moving. Not in some dramatic way just less still and less quiet. Sliding his fingers up and down Chris' spine, letting his nails catch and drag lightly.
This? Is actually, almost to his surprise, really, really just nice. Good, even.]
[Oh, that's nice. He likes his back being touched. Well, he likes being touched in these sorts of situations anyway, but the small glide of pressure over his back sends small shivers through him. There's a small flicker in his mind, a recognition Scott was just fun to kiss, never mind anything else, but he sets that aside for later.
For now, he focuses on the kisses he leads them through, the alternating between gentle and something just a touch more hungry. His hand still on the back of the couch shifts to Scott's shoulder instead, something more grounding for himself to avoid sticking his fingers in Scott's hair like he's inclined to.
When he feels like Scott's more relaxed and he can feel the kiss-bruised soreness in his lips, Chris' wandering hand slips further and further down to trail across Scott's thigh, then further in to lightly brush between his legs.]
[ Somewhere between the... coaxing, alternating rhythm inside the kiss - heated, steadier, back again, and the careful lightness and drift of Chris' hand sliding up Scott realizes two things: 1-) He's being managed. 2-) What Chris was asking about was less 'how do you want your dick sucked' than providing him an opportunity to tell Chris how to be careful with him.
He should probably resent anyone this young being this careful with him.
He doesn't. If anything, he's impressed.
That would be different with one of His People, but it isn't for this.
He's even impressed, once he realizes, with Chris seeking him out to make the offer.
Those realizations happen quickly, and in no way translate to a pause in his reactions. There's a faint catch in his breath, and his fingers skirting up Chris' back one more time before loosely wrapping around his arm, where it's braced. Not moving him or stopping him, just giving himself an anchor point.
That realization actually adds a surge of heat to the touch and the kiss, has him more easily just letting his legs fall further apart and make room and resulting in his cock hardening. Makes it easier to shut down too much tought, somehow.
The noise he makes is a little strangled but that's mostly because he is both turned on, wants to groan and is trying to not almost... laugh at himself.
He gives Chris' arm a gentle squeeze. That he hopes is reassuring.
[Reassuring is what he gets from the touch and the reaction under his hand. Chris settles more between Scott's legs and slowly lowers himself to his knees, the kiss breaking as slowly as he can make it, like it aches to do so.
In some ways, it does. Chris was weak to a good kiss and he knew it, but he'd come here with a purpose in mind. Maybe next time he could kiss Scott's lips numb while he offered a simple handjob, if there'd be a next time. It was a thought for later that filed itself away quickly.
Chris' lips fell in a trail of light kisses down Scott's neck and even his clothed chest as he went. Once he was settled between the other man's legs properly, he ran his hands along the inside of those spread thighs and presses a kiss to Scott's hardening cock through his pants. Deft fingers reach to take hold of button and zipper, but not before Chris looks up to check Scott's expression.
It's hard with those sunglasses on, but he looks for lines around his brows and mouth, tension in his jaw, anything that would tell him he should stop or at least slow down.]
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Date: 2022-03-01 03:31 pm (UTC)Re: Text; UN: Ravens
Date: 2022-03-01 05:45 pm (UTC)[ He has never been more surprised by a message in his life, but he's going to roll with it. ]
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Date: 2022-03-01 05:53 pm (UTC)Right, well alternative’s a poor one, so why don’t you meet me somewhere so I can suck you off?
[Look, he has…very little shame. And an enjoyment of oral.]
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Date: 2022-03-01 05:55 pm (UTC)Where are you comfortable?
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Date: 2022-03-01 05:59 pm (UTC)Honestly? I’d be fine in some side alley. What’s your preference or limits and I’ll pick a place.
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Date: 2022-03-01 06:11 pm (UTC)[Which is really all he has to say until he gets there and knocks on the door.]
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Date: 2022-03-01 06:23 pm (UTC)Which is bog-standard, totally unchanged from his (or even Wade's) presence in it.
He has a lot of things he wants to ask Chris, but quickly realized he does not want those answers.
At least not right now.
This is awkward.
Also necessary though so he just pushes the door closed behind him. ]
Drink? Snack? Stack of pillows for your knees?
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Date: 2022-03-01 06:39 pm (UTC)The offer earns a small, appreciative, smile.]
Pillow and water for sure.
[He keeps his tone light, unbothered by an real or perceived awkwardness in either of them. He at least has the sense to take his boots off at the door before moving further in to confirm-]
You allergic to decorations or personal touches? Even military sorts I know have more things in their rooms than you've got.
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Date: 2022-03-01 07:19 pm (UTC)He heads into the kitchen portion of the open space to fill a glass of water for Chris. ]
Not allergic, just really deeply apathetic about it and not a big fan of clutter. I'm sure I'll eventually accumulate something if I'm here a while.
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Date: 2022-03-01 08:05 pm (UTC)I hope you do, this' almost depressing. Sterile. Festival and I draped the couches in blankets and pillows and made a veritable pillow fort out of the living room. Stayed that way until we moved out.
[He flashes a smile to Scott once he's back in the room.]
At least it's none of that 'don't want to admit I live here' kinda stuff.
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Date: 2022-03-01 08:25 pm (UTC)He returns the smile with a faint one of his own - not tentative, that's just how his face works - and hands over the glass of water.]
I'd break both my ankles the first time I got up in the middle of the night for a class of water if the living room was a pillow fort. [ Maybe not, but also really possible and dryly amused and self-depreciating. ] Festival's who your contract's with?
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Date: 2022-03-01 08:43 pm (UTC)Yeah. Four foot tall catfolk. A good friend and only contract I've ever had.
[Only contract he'd ever need, so long as the city didn't take one of them again.]
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Date: 2022-03-02 06:32 pm (UTC)[ Kurt is neither short nor a cat. Maybe it's the ears and tail implications. He doesn't know. He does go and sit on the couch, finally, because... he can't just stay standing indefinitely. Even if he kind of wants to. ]
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Date: 2022-03-02 10:10 pm (UTC)[Which is not at all all that Festival is, but it was a decent enough summary. Esepcially when...well, he hadn't come here to talk about Fes, as ready and willing as he was to just start talking about his partner whenever.
Scott sits and Chris takes up the water again to have another sip before setting the rest aside for later.]
You ready? Anything particular you like or you want as little fuss as possible?
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Date: 2022-03-03 04:27 am (UTC)As it is he just goes silent and then- ]
You're doing me a favor. Whatever you want's fine. Including the pillow which you can steal from the couch and use however you want.
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Date: 2022-03-03 05:45 am (UTC)Alright.
[He snatches one of the pillows and tosses it down by Scott’s feet, but leans down over him with a hand braced on the couch by his head.]
I might be doing you a favor, doesn’t mean it’s got to be unpleasant or unfun.
[He flashes a little smile and brings his free hand up to cup under Scott’s jaw as he leans in to press a kiss to his lips. It’s soft for the moment while Chris waits to see if it’s even welcome.]
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Date: 2022-03-03 04:49 pm (UTC)He's never realized how natural that is for people in intimate situations. Hasn't had enough of those with enough people, he supposes.
Instead he just gently, slowly and methodically moves Chris' hand down to his neck, before letting his own hand settle on Chris' shoulder.
Surprisingly - or not - once that's done he really is into the kiss. Okay, he's not super turned on by it immediately, there's a little tenativeness, but he perceptibly relaxes and unwinds, gets more confident and even goes to deepen it himself.
What? Affection - including kissing - is something he really, really likes. ]
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Date: 2022-03-03 05:38 pm (UTC)Especially when Scott starts leaning into the kiss himself. That was a good sign and Chris is more than happy to reciprocate. He pours his focus into the movement of lips and the slide of tongue as he slightly shifts their angle to press deeper. It's assertive, but not meant to overwhelm. What Scott gives, Chris matches.
His hand at Scott's neck slips down, idly touching over Scott's shoulder and chest with no particular goal in mind beyond contact. They could start simple, especially if it had Scott relaxing like he is.]
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Date: 2022-03-04 03:53 pm (UTC)It's a relief, to be honest. It allows Scott to use the kiss as a grounding point, focus completely on it and not worry too much about 'taking the lead' in it, which requires a more active thought process. It keeps him more relaxed and just enjoy being touched.
It doesn't take long to get a soft, muffled, groan out of him, accompanied by his hands moving. Not in some dramatic way just less still and less quiet. Sliding his fingers up and down Chris' spine, letting his nails catch and drag lightly.
This? Is actually, almost to his surprise, really, really just nice. Good, even.]
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Date: 2022-03-04 06:47 pm (UTC)For now, he focuses on the kisses he leads them through, the alternating between gentle and something just a touch more hungry. His hand still on the back of the couch shifts to Scott's shoulder instead, something more grounding for himself to avoid sticking his fingers in Scott's hair like he's inclined to.
When he feels like Scott's more relaxed and he can feel the kiss-bruised soreness in his lips, Chris' wandering hand slips further and further down to trail across Scott's thigh, then further in to lightly brush between his legs.]
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Date: 2022-03-04 08:17 pm (UTC)1-) He's being managed.
2-) What Chris was asking about was less 'how do you want your dick sucked' than providing him an opportunity to tell Chris how to be careful with him.
He should probably resent anyone this young being this careful with him.
He doesn't. If anything, he's impressed.
That would be different with one of His People, but it isn't for this.
He's even impressed, once he realizes, with Chris seeking him out to make the offer.
Those realizations happen quickly, and in no way translate to a pause in his reactions. There's a faint catch in his breath, and his fingers skirting up Chris' back one more time before loosely wrapping around his arm, where it's braced. Not moving him or stopping him, just giving himself an anchor point.
That realization actually adds a surge of heat to the touch and the kiss, has him more easily just letting his legs fall further apart and make room and resulting in his cock hardening. Makes it easier to shut down too much tought, somehow.
The noise he makes is a little strangled but that's mostly because he is both turned on, wants to groan and is trying to not almost... laugh at himself.
He gives Chris' arm a gentle squeeze. That he hopes is reassuring.
God he misses telepathy.]
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Date: 2022-03-08 07:23 pm (UTC)In some ways, it does. Chris was weak to a good kiss and he knew it, but he'd come here with a purpose in mind. Maybe next time he could kiss Scott's lips numb while he offered a simple handjob, if there'd be a next time. It was a thought for later that filed itself away quickly.
Chris' lips fell in a trail of light kisses down Scott's neck and even his clothed chest as he went. Once he was settled between the other man's legs properly, he ran his hands along the inside of those spread thighs and presses a kiss to Scott's hardening cock through his pants. Deft fingers reach to take hold of button and zipper, but not before Chris looks up to check Scott's expression.
It's hard with those sunglasses on, but he looks for lines around his brows and mouth, tension in his jaw, anything that would tell him he should stop or at least slow down.]
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