[ he smiles, fleetingly, at the important logistical query. you'd think he wouldn't be so amused at how shameless his boyfriend is, but he actually finds it rather endearing. it's not enough to distract him from what's bothering him though, his blue not icy but alert and contemplative. ]
I'm not seeing you enough if you'd say something like that. [ they see each other every day, a point aguero has put a lot of effort into making happen, but hello's, goodbye's and goodnight's don't really make for being with one another truly. he's either been too busy or too tired for much else, and he's only just realized that now. ]
[ Not that Tatara doesn't appreciate the effort Aguero's putting in for him, he knows he's a big souvenir to take home. He treasures the hellos and goodbyes and goodnights and the time they get to spend snoozing in each other's arms.
But Tatara is always Tatara. A little smile crosses his face, but this time it's apologetic. ]
You know I'll always want to take up all of your time. I'd keep you to myself if I could.
[ He pauses, his eyes scanning Aguero's face. There's a curious look in them as a thought buds in his mind. He knows he's selfish, but he also knows Aguero is busy and for good reason. So— ]
[ it's not realistic, but part of him earnestly wants to wear tatara like a ring on his finger, close and a show of what he has that no one else does. ]
If I took you with me and someone tried to hurt you, I'd... [ killing's a mercy he had said weeks ago, and it's clear from his tone that it really would be. though that's not his only concern, because as stronger as he is now with magic (which has been impossible to quantify but he's likely as strong as a Ranker now), he's still not even close to being as strong as he needs to be.
but he doesn't finish the sentence because it is tempting. he doesn't have any fear that tatara would mess up the meetings or be a distraction during them, he trusts him that much but also he's seen firsthand that he's capable of sitting in on councils and dealings.
mmmn. the entirety of his blue rests on coral, lips drawn into a tight line, brows slightly furrowed as he wrestles with his own thoughts and greed. ]
[ Maybe he's asking too much, but who would he be if he weren't terribly arrogant and selfish, though? He sees the tension in Aguero's face and a bit of his own solitude eases. This isn't easy for either of them.
Coral softens and he reaches to gently poke at the creases between his brows, the tip of his nose, then at his thinned lips. At least in an attempt to ease the tension way. ]
I'll be fine. We'll be fine. [ All the same that someone breaks into the house, or there's an accident. Or Tatara leaves on his wanderings and never comes back, much like what happened with Homra. He won't remind Aguero of that, though, because there's no point in worrying. ] I just miss you.
I miss you too. [ his lips curl not into a smile but into a pout at the poking and he breathes out some of the tension coiled in his core. it feels better to admit it even though he wasn't so much as hiding it as he didn't realize, because he's still terrible at understanding himself in some ways. ]
I've never missed anyone before, you know. Even back at the manor when one of us was busy I didn't feel this way. You've ruined me. [ he pulls tatara close against himself, instantly annoyed that he's wearing too much but it does help. this close he feels like he's breathing in more of tatara than shinsu or air, and he drinks it in eagerly. ]
[ Ruined? Made better, even. Because if he's ruining Aguero then Aguero's ruined him just as much. Aguero holds him closer and he presses his face into his shoulder. Ah, clean suit smell. ]
Me, neither. It's weird. [ Not that he wasn't happy with Homra, or at the manor, but it was different. And that it's weird definitely isn't a bad thing, with the way he laughs under his breath. ]
Can I come with you tomorrow?
[ He doesn't know what's happening tomorrow, but. ]
[ his first instinct should be to think no even if he doesn't actually say it, but he's so far gone that the thought doesn't even form in his mind. instead he summons his pocket, a small round black orb, to float in the air besides them. luckily it's hands free so he can scroll it without taking a hand off of tatara since he's entirely unwilling to even do that right now.
the projections from the pocket are all in Macsethian, something which looks more runic than actual words to tatara who's not familiar with the language. he'll recognize it at least from khun's notes back in the manor. ]
Tomorrow is training in the morning with meetings with the Workshop in the evening. [ he looks down at his boyfriend, eyes softening. ]
Alright. But you'll need some new clothes for it, so you can go shopping with Gyetang while the rest of us do drills. And then you can come with me when I meet the Workshop later in the day.
[ a beat. ]
But you won't be able to come with me everyday.
[ he has to say this for himself, because it's necessary to strengthen his resolve. the workshop is a good test run because all they care about is Science and don't care about the rules or oddities like everyone else does. ]
[ Tatara's attention only briefly goes to the script, but his eyes quickly settle back on Aguero. So when he looks down at him, he's there waiting for him, bright smile bursting across his face.
Mostly because he knows what the shift in his expression means, and that he's laying out his schedule for the day is a good thing. A quiet laugh bubbles in his throat. ]
Yay!
[ They've done this before, though their roles were kind of reversed. That Aguero still trusts him—warmth blossoms in his chest. ]
That's fine. I just want to be with you tomorrow. And I like Gyetang. [ Bird!
His hand snakes up the back of his head, because Aguero's been home for ten comments and the most important thing hasn't happened yet. ]
Thank you. I can't wait.
[ And he'll tug him down for a kiss... Give kiss! ]
[ that's because aguero knew as soon as he gave into the temptation to kiss tatara, that it wouldn't be easy to stop. he pulls him back as he's pulled in so they wind up laying on the couch, tatara on top of him where he belongs.
his kisses are always wanting but there's a new note in the flurry he deposits with his lips and tongue; he really has missed him so much, looking at him, holding him, hearing his laugh, kissing him, not to mention the other things. (to go from making love almost every day to once a week has been hard in well, many ways. it's next on his things to fix— ]
[ he doesn't pause until he's had enough to come back into himself if only a little. it's easy enough to find the thread again if only because it relates to what all of his braincells are aligned to. ]
Don't you like everyone, Tatara? [ fondly, it's one of the things he loves the most about him even if it also gives him a headache. but he's a glutton for punishment, and just generally a glutton in many ways nowadays. ]
The meeting is in one of the restaurants in the luxury quarter. [ convenient, as it's where they live. ] Not as formal as a suit and tie, but not casual.
[ Where he belongs, sprawled out on top of him; every angle and curve on Aguero's body is like home to him now, so once he's there he's pressing his chest to him, relaxing his legs over his hips, stretching his arms over his head, letting the heat of the long-awaited kiss lift him into their airborne dance that he loves so. Tatara misses kissing him like this, in places where they aren't confined to bed or the apartment. As his tongue glides over his lips he realizes Aguero still tastes like sunlight, the late spring breeze.
He's feeling miles better once he manages to tear his lips away, not realizing that maybe missing Aguero had been weighing so much on his heart. He smiles, and the question draws a chuckle from him. ]
Mm? Is that a bad thing? [ He knows it's not, but he's going to poke and tease like he always does.
His eyes flutter open, coral finding the ocean again. Once he decides that yes, he still likes blue, he plants a kiss to his forehead and sits up, fully straddling him. ]
I need new clothes for that? [ He tilts his head, curious. His hands rest on his chest. ] What should I get when I'm with Gyetang, then?
[ even if he wasn't feeling better on his own, the mood is contagious; aguero pulls him down briefly for another kiss so he can taste the laughter, grinning when they part. ]
No. Because I know you like me the most~. [ playful right back, looking up at the ever bright fireworks that crowd out everything else. ]
I want you to have new clothes for it. Something sleek and purple so we can match and make an impression. And something I can enjoy later like you're enjoying yourself now. [ his eyes flit to where tatara's hands have fallen and then back with a smirk, knowing now that his chest is something his boyfriend enjoys. aguero's not the type to wear clothes skintight (even in the face of buying mostly a new wardrobe with his growth spurt in several areas), but given their positioning the contours of his chest are prominent, fabric and tie drawn against him. ]
[ A big, mischievous grin bursts across Tatara's face at that. He'd tell Aguero every day that he's his favorite, but it's an even better thing that he just knows. And that's why he's his favorite.
With a laugh and a little flush, he squishes his fingers into Aguero's pecs. ]
How did you know...?
[ Not a real question. It's not like he ever hid his favorite spots. ]
Okay, then. [ Little tone shift, more business-like and attentive, even though his fingers remain firmly pressed into muscle. ] What'll give you the most enjoyment? Besides sleek and purple.
[ what is going to tempt aguero into tearing the clothes off him later, ]
[ aguero answers anyway because they both know and lean into it respectively. not that he's changed his workout routine any (though he is training harder now that he's back in his element in the Tower), so it really is a wonder what a proper diet can do.
that aside, he looks his boyfriend over as best he can from his positioning before deciding it's easier and way more satisfying to do this with his hands. they start below his neck at his collarbone where he'll leave a mark soon, down his chest, ultimately coming to rest on his hips. ]
Something draped with flow to it. [ objectively that style fits tatara's body type well, but also for aguero it draws his eyes to the delicate contours of his body in just the right way. ]
[ It's hard to grin any wider than this, so instead Tatara's fingers playfully dig into Aguero's chest. He can't help it, especially when Aguero makes such happy faces when he eats his food. What's he supposed to do, not feed him?
His thoughts jolt to a stop when Augero's hands ghost over him, the feeling through the fabric of his clothes tickling him. He wiggles (or shivers?) under the touch, and his own fingers tangle in his tie. Hmm. They'll probably have to iron this nice suit later. ]
Mm. Okay, got it. I know what to keep an eye out for. [ He won't voice his thoughts or what his outfit's going to look like, just so he can surprise Aguero later.
[ he smirks, letting his hands settle on tatara's hips, fingers hooking under the band of his pants. the wiggling helps him slide lower as he speaks. ]
I assume you want the real reason and not the fake one.
Do you remember how I said the Khun family is always fighting someone even if it's ourselves? One of my brothers bribed the guild associate I was supposed to meet with tonight with something flashier. He doesn't actually care about the business, he just wants my attention since I've been ignoring him.
[ This time he wiggles on purpose, the little sparkle in his eye giving away that he's doing it to draw Aguero's fingers deeper into his clothes.
He nods once—yes, he wants the real reason—and twice—yes, he remembers what his family's like. He pictures the situation in his head as his fingers start to gently play with his tie, and he grins.
Tatara feels like he might already know the answer, but. ]
Hmm— [ mock thoughtful as he fingers slide lower. ] I have someone else taking most of my attention. [ very obviously the someone on top of him says his smile. ]
But even if I didn't, I don't just give people things because they ask.
[ That's him!! Tatara likes taking up all of Aguero's time and he will gladly continue to do so.
As his fingers slide lower, Tatara folds over him again, pressing all of his torso to his boyfriend's, crossing his arms over his chest to prop up his chin. The smile he gives back tells him all of the above. ]
Hmm~ That's too bad for your brother. Sounds like he's going to have a tough time.
[ He wiggles his hips under Aguero's fingers. ]
But what about me? Can I have another kiss? [ cheeky, ]
Of course. [ he pulls his boyfriend closer on him, hands sliding from the side of his hips to his behind. it would be easy to press their lips together, but where would the fun be in that? ]
But you need to do something for me in return. Fair is fair.
[ not that fair means anything to him, his tone wry and mischievous. ]
[ He hums again! Dipping his head just a bit closer, but not enough to close the distance. Of course not, because this is part of their game.
The fingers on his rear feel nice, and he wiggles again. ]
Do you require payment before or after services rendered?
[ There's a slight affect to his voice, mimicking the way he's heard others talk when it comes to business, both in this life and ones previous. Because what would this be if this weren't a mock meeting to make up for the canceled one, ]
[ his hands and fingers slide lower, a carefully exhaled sigh the only indication that he's enjoying himself ( at least among what he has any control over, because tatara can feel how aroused he is with being directly on top of him.) ]
After. It's a matter of trust and satisfaction, and I'll meet both.
[ He feels that. Tatara's body responds in kind, not limited to the way he presses his groin to Aguero's. And all he does is let his eyes flutter at the friction.
He smiles, lazy, and dips his head closer. He won't close the distance entirely, because he's decided he's going to wait for his service. ]
I do. [ He breathes deep as he wiggles his hips under Aguero's touch again. A small part of his heart flutters—he's missed this. ] Tell me how much I owe you, mkay?
[ aguero arches his back slightly, instinctual, to increase the friction between them. since it's been more than several days since the last time they had each other, he's impatient in a different way than he normally is.
his hands are occupied but his legs aren't, and he's always been crafty; deftly and with more force than he means to, he wraps his legs around tatara, pressing him down on top of him into a kiss. his lips are hot, as is his tongue, more fire than ice despite his natural affinity. he'd like to have started the kiss slower, to draw out tatara's own heat but—he really is terrible at not realizing things until the last second and then losing control of himself. he's missed this too, and he drinks in the contact of their bodies like discovering an oasis in the desert.
[ A quiet moan slips through Tatara's lips when Aguero pulls him close and takes his mouth. A dizzying surge of affection and anticipation causes him to practically melt into Aguero's forceful hold; his patience wanes and he gives him everything he has. I miss yous and I love yous and I wish I could have you every days.
Thoughts on what the date can be whir in his head, but they sizzle as they meet the heat of his arousal. His head dips towards Aguero's ear, lips skirting the skin just before it. He exhales low, shaky as he rolls his hips onto him, and his voice dips as he adds: ]
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I'm not seeing you enough if you'd say something like that. [ they see each other every day, a point aguero has put a lot of effort into making happen, but hello's, goodbye's and goodnight's don't really make for being with one another truly. he's either been too busy or too tired for much else, and he's only just realized that now. ]
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But Tatara is always Tatara. A little smile crosses his face, but this time it's apologetic. ]
You know I'll always want to take up all of your time. I'd keep you to myself if I could.
[ He pauses, his eyes scanning Aguero's face. There's a curious look in them as a thought buds in his mind. He knows he's selfish, but he also knows Aguero is busy and for good reason. So— ]
Take me with you next time.
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If I took you with me and someone tried to hurt you, I'd... [ killing's a mercy he had said weeks ago, and it's clear from his tone that it really would be. though that's not his only concern, because as stronger as he is now with magic (which has been impossible to quantify but he's likely as strong as a Ranker now), he's still not even close to being as strong as he needs to be.
but he doesn't finish the sentence because it is tempting. he doesn't have any fear that tatara would mess up the meetings or be a distraction during them, he trusts him that much but also he's seen firsthand that he's capable of sitting in on councils and dealings.
mmmn. the entirety of his blue rests on coral, lips drawn into a tight line, brows slightly furrowed as he wrestles with his own thoughts and greed. ]
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[ Maybe he's asking too much, but who would he be if he weren't terribly arrogant and selfish, though? He sees the tension in Aguero's face and a bit of his own solitude eases. This isn't easy for either of them.
Coral softens and he reaches to gently poke at the creases between his brows, the tip of his nose, then at his thinned lips. At least in an attempt to ease the tension way. ]
I'll be fine. We'll be fine. [ All the same that someone breaks into the house, or there's an accident. Or Tatara leaves on his wanderings and never comes back, much like what happened with Homra. He won't remind Aguero of that, though, because there's no point in worrying. ] I just miss you.
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I've never missed anyone before, you know. Even back at the manor when one of us was busy I didn't feel this way. You've ruined me. [ he pulls tatara close against himself, instantly annoyed that he's wearing too much but it does help. this close he feels like he's breathing in more of tatara than shinsu or air, and he drinks it in eagerly. ]
But I've never been happier.
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Me, neither. It's weird. [ Not that he wasn't happy with Homra, or at the manor, but it was different. And that it's weird definitely isn't a bad thing, with the way he laughs under his breath. ]
Can I come with you tomorrow?
[ He doesn't know what's happening tomorrow, but. ]
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the projections from the pocket are all in Macsethian, something which looks more runic than actual words to tatara who's not familiar with the language. he'll recognize it at least from khun's notes back in the manor. ]
Tomorrow is training in the morning with meetings with the Workshop in the evening. [ he looks down at his boyfriend, eyes softening. ]
Alright. But you'll need some new clothes for it, so you can go shopping with Gyetang while the rest of us do drills. And then you can come with me when I meet the Workshop later in the day.
[ a beat. ]
But you won't be able to come with me everyday.
[ he has to say this for himself, because it's necessary to strengthen his resolve. the workshop is a good test run because all they care about is Science and don't care about the rules or oddities like everyone else does. ]
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Mostly because he knows what the shift in his expression means, and that he's laying out his schedule for the day is a good thing. A quiet laugh bubbles in his throat. ]
Yay!
[ They've done this before, though their roles were kind of reversed. That Aguero still trusts him—warmth blossoms in his chest. ]
That's fine. I just want to be with you tomorrow. And I like Gyetang. [ Bird!
His hand snakes up the back of his head, because Aguero's been home for ten comments and the most important thing hasn't happened yet. ]
Thank you. I can't wait.
[ And he'll tug him down for a kiss... Give kiss! ]
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his kisses are always wanting but there's a new note in the flurry he deposits with his lips and tongue; he really has missed him so much, looking at him, holding him, hearing his laugh, kissing him, not to mention the other things. (to go from making love almost every day to once a week has been hard in well, many ways. it's next on his things to fix— ]
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Don't you like everyone, Tatara? [ fondly, it's one of the things he loves the most about him even if it also gives him a headache. but he's a glutton for punishment, and just generally a glutton in many ways nowadays. ]
The meeting is in one of the restaurants in the luxury quarter. [ convenient, as it's where they live. ] Not as formal as a suit and tie, but not casual.
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He's feeling miles better once he manages to tear his lips away, not realizing that maybe missing Aguero had been weighing so much on his heart. He smiles, and the question draws a chuckle from him. ]
Mm? Is that a bad thing? [ He knows it's not, but he's going to poke and tease like he always does.
His eyes flutter open, coral finding the ocean again. Once he decides that yes, he still likes blue, he plants a kiss to his forehead and sits up, fully straddling him. ]
I need new clothes for that? [ He tilts his head, curious. His hands rest on his chest. ] What should I get when I'm with Gyetang, then?
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No. Because I know you like me the most~. [ playful right back, looking up at the ever bright fireworks that crowd out everything else. ]
I want you to have new clothes for it. Something sleek and purple so we can match and make an impression. And something I can enjoy later like you're enjoying yourself now. [ his eyes flit to where tatara's hands have fallen and then back with a smirk, knowing now that his chest is something his boyfriend enjoys. aguero's not the type to wear clothes skintight (even in the face of buying mostly a new wardrobe with his growth spurt in several areas), but given their positioning the contours of his chest are prominent, fabric and tie drawn against him. ]
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With a laugh and a little flush, he squishes his fingers into Aguero's pecs. ]
How did you know...?
[ Not a real question. It's not like he ever hid his favorite spots. ]
Okay, then. [ Little tone shift, more business-like and attentive, even though his fingers remain firmly pressed into muscle. ] What'll give you the most enjoyment? Besides sleek and purple.
[ what is going to tempt aguero into tearing the clothes off him later, ]
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[ aguero answers anyway because they both know and lean into it respectively. not that he's changed his workout routine any (though he is training harder now that he's back in his element in the Tower), so it really is a wonder what a proper diet can do.
that aside, he looks his boyfriend over as best he can from his positioning before deciding it's easier and way more satisfying to do this with his hands. they start below his neck at his collarbone where he'll leave a mark soon, down his chest, ultimately coming to rest on his hips. ]
Something draped with flow to it. [ objectively that style fits tatara's body type well, but also for aguero it draws his eyes to the delicate contours of his body in just the right way. ]
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His thoughts jolt to a stop when Augero's hands ghost over him, the feeling through the fabric of his clothes tickling him. He wiggles (or shivers?) under the touch, and his own fingers tangle in his tie. Hmm. They'll probably have to iron this nice suit later. ]
Mm. Okay, got it. I know what to keep an eye out for. [ He won't voice his thoughts or what his outfit's going to look like, just so he can surprise Aguero later.
Speaking of meetings, he tilts his head. ]
Why did they cancel on you today, anyway?
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I assume you want the real reason and not the fake one.
Do you remember how I said the Khun family is always fighting someone even if it's ourselves? One of my brothers bribed the guild associate I was supposed to meet with tonight with something flashier. He doesn't actually care about the business, he just wants my attention since I've been ignoring him.
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He nods once—yes, he wants the real reason—and twice—yes, he remembers what his family's like. He pictures the situation in his head as his fingers start to gently play with his tie, and he grins.
Tatara feels like he might already know the answer, but. ]
So? Are you going to give it to him?
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But even if I didn't, I don't just give people things because they ask.
[ with one very obvious exception... ]
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As his fingers slide lower, Tatara folds over him again, pressing all of his torso to his boyfriend's, crossing his arms over his chest to prop up his chin. The smile he gives back tells him all of the above. ]
Hmm~ That's too bad for your brother. Sounds like he's going to have a tough time.
[ He wiggles his hips under Aguero's fingers. ]
But what about me? Can I have another kiss? [ cheeky, ]
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But you need to do something for me in return. Fair is fair.
[ not that fair means anything to him, his tone wry and mischievous. ]
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[ He hums again! Dipping his head just a bit closer, but not enough to close the distance. Of course not, because this is part of their game.
The fingers on his rear feel nice, and he wiggles again. ]
Do you require payment before or after services rendered?
[ There's a slight affect to his voice, mimicking the way he's heard others talk when it comes to business, both in this life and ones previous. Because what would this be if this weren't a mock meeting to make up for the canceled one, ]
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After. It's a matter of trust and satisfaction, and I'll meet both.
Do you agree to these terms?
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He smiles, lazy, and dips his head closer. He won't close the distance entirely, because he's decided he's going to wait for his service. ]
I do. [ He breathes deep as he wiggles his hips under Aguero's touch again. A small part of his heart flutters—he's missed this. ] Tell me how much I owe you, mkay?
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his hands are occupied but his legs aren't, and he's always been crafty; deftly and with more force than he means to, he wraps his legs around tatara, pressing him down on top of him into a kiss. his lips are hot, as is his tongue, more fire than ice despite his natural affinity. he'd like to have started the kiss slower, to draw out tatara's own heat but—he really is terrible at not realizing things until the last second and then losing control of himself. he's missed this too, and he drinks in the contact of their bodies like discovering an oasis in the desert.
one long, deep, wanting kiss later- ]
A date with me, tonight.
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Thoughts on what the date can be whir in his head, but they sizzle as they meet the heat of his arousal. His head dips towards Aguero's ear, lips skirting the skin just before it. He exhales low, shaky as he rolls his hips onto him, and his voice dips as he adds: ]
Sex included.
[ So yes, he agrees. ]
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