PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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i appreciate you

[swordhandled]

I have the person I'm most passionate about within my grasp, after all. [ nuzzles him ]

ty ty i know im too kind

[maskarang]

I'm glad to hear it. [ a light, happy hum. congratulations, owain, you've unlocked more noises! ]

you really are

[swordhandled]

Though, passion's not just limited to me. You, yourself, were pretty passionate, Gerome. [ !! more noises!! ]

[maskarang]

How could I be anything else with you beneath me?

[swordhandled]

--I rather like you on top, to be honest.

[maskarang]

[ hm. he shifts and lightly kisses the corner of owain's mouth. ] Next time as well, then.

[swordhandled]

[ kisses him back ] As many times as you want.

[maskarang]

A courageous offer considering I won't tire of this anytime soon. [ trailing his hand down owain's side and to his pants. using his index and middle fingers to creep toward the pants button. ]

[swordhandled]

I had hoped that you wouldn't. [ shifting back slightly so Gerome can have easier access ]

[maskarang]

Good. [ how accommodating of owain. but he actually just moves his hand past the buttons and settles it over owain's dick. ]

By the way, do you want to wash up?

[swordhandled]

--Would you care to join me if I do?

[maskarang]

I more than care to. I prefer it.

[swordhandled]

Let's go then, you and I.

[maskarang]

All right. [ that means getting up but. fine, fine. one last lingering kiss before he shuffles off of owain and gets up. ]

[swordhandled]

[ it's fine, time for more kisses will come soon. owain shuffles into the bathroom and feels no shame when he starts stripping off his pants in front of gerome ]

[maskarang]

[ and he feels no shame when he leans in the doorway and watches ]

[swordhandled]

[ turning his head back so he can look at gerome. it's a bold pose ] Like what you see?

[maskarang]

Always. Now that I've seen you like this, how am I ever to focus again? [ he sounds impossibly fond. the antics endeared him, the confidence—and the rest is a bonus. his eyes give owain another once-over before he tiptoes closer. ]

[swordhandled]

I believe in you and your capabilities for focus. [ sounds so sure of himself here ] Are you going to join me?

[maskarang]

I expect nothing else from the Chosen Hero. [ belief and hope are your thing, owain. at the prompt, gerome nods his head and removes his own pants.

no posing this time, that's not his thing. ]

[swordhandled]

[ now it's owain's turn to just stand and stare as gerome stips. ]

[maskarang]

[ his turn, huh? a very light, very short chuckle sounds from the back of his throat. owain can look all he wants. in the meantime, he turns on the water for the shower. ]

[swordhandled]

[ his sword hand twitches.

walking up to him and embracing him as the water starts to heat up ]

[maskarang]

[ when doesn't his sword hand twitch in gerome's presence?

leaning into owain with a content exhale. it's nice to feel so much of owain without anything between them. ] Have you had your fill of watching idly?

[swordhandled]

[ never, it's always twitching.

he hums as gerome leans into him, feeling great to feel every inch he can ] I have, yes. But we still have to get clean, don't we?