Oh, darling. No more than anything else in this sorry bag of bones. I’m not worried about it. It’ll be healed up by the end of the day, like as not.
I’m still made of pretty stern stuff.
[He smirks at her, taking the bag of bagels from her as he loops an arm around her waist, emboldened by the fact that he did remember their kissing from the night before. He tastes like smoke and the vodka he rinses his mouth with each morning. He pulls her in close and kisses her gently on the lips.]
[ There's something very, very familiar in the way he reacts to it, in how he reassures her it will be fine. That he'll heal anyway. Something clenches in her chest at the feeling, but she resolutely stores it away. This wasn't Logan. She hadn't fussed over him that way in years.
So she lets him pull her in through the open window, sighing and keeping the kiss brief so she can... keep fussing. ]
Carbohydrates. You have to eat something substantial to help with the headache. [ She lands on her feet lightly, eyes traveling over the rest of him. The urge to keep at least one hand on him remains - so she keeps it on his cheek, dragging her fingers down gently from the mark and down to the scruff on his jaw. ]
... But after that, ice. Just because it will heal, does not mean it doesn't hurt, you silly man. At least do something to help with that.
[What will be the final straw to her understanding when he’s from? Between asprin and carbs, it’s all new to him.]
[He gives her palm a little kiss as he takes the bag and peeks into it.]
This is boiled bread. I haven’t had one of these in forever… Excellent!
[He grins at her.] How’d you know?
[He doesn’t even address the icing for his cheek. Maybe she’ll just drop it if he pushes everything onward.] How about a wash up after, instead? I should change my clothes, at least…
What is stopping you from washing up now? You haven't even had a shower yet, have you? [ He might still smell a little like chlorine if so. She reaches up to touch his hair. ]
Aren’t I meant to be nursing a headache with the bread?
[He doesn’t sound remotely bothered, especially noting that smile. He does indeed also smell like chlorine. He puts out his cigarette and places the bag on his table.]
[He’s still in yesterday’s clothes, even. He’s used to wearing the same thing day in, day out, though.]
Alright… If you insist. [He smiles at her, feeling slightly nervous, slightly hopeful. The inclusive phrasing of “Let’s” gives him enough to ride with.]
Wash room is just down this way, then. [His hold around her waist slips to her hand, catching her with gently curled fingers. He’s not about to make her go anywhere she’s not looking to go.]
[ She's less nervous, and more curious about where things will go. She's not the one with a pounding headache - so if he looks even a little pained, she figures that's when she'll put a stop to things.
Until then, well, she just needs to know how high his pain tolerance is. ]
Do you stay here alone? [ She walks in-step with him, peering around for any sign of other residents who might not be here. ]
Cold? When I’ve got hot water at beck and call? Are you mad?
[He chuckles, the accusation gentle.Anyway, it’s not quite pounding. And he’s used to pain at this point. Besides… There are natural remedies for headaches, too.]
It’s just me. [He strips off his shirt as he swings into the washroom. It’s spacious enough for a couple of adults to stand in. He sits on the edge of the tub as he starts running the water to temperature.]
And no one visits. [This is by design.] It’s nice to have a bit of peace and quiet now and then.
A cold shower can help, [ she insists with a little laugh, opting to sit right next to him. Not that there's any other option. She lets their knees touch, just as they did the previous night. A quiet test, to see what else he might like. ]
... It helps wake up your nerves, rejuvenates you if you're feeling a little under the weather.
[ His bathroom does look like a bachelor's, though, so she has no reason to doubt what he says. ]
But what do you do when it gets too quiet, or too lonely? [ He'd seen how big the mansion was, how much she seemed to thrive around all the people in attendance, even if they weren't people she knew well. Ororo liked her fair share of solitude, but in the end - she craved having a community. People looking after other people. ]
I go outside, where all the people are. Find one of them to talk to.
[He switches the shower part on, the water spraying the wall as droplets mist them in their position, too.]
You almost seemed smothered in that great big house. Worried about who might hear or see...
[He slowly rubs his knee against hers as he turns towards her in his shirtless state. He glances back to the water and sighs. He was certainly going to undress before her, wasn't he? And what did it matter. She's seen him in the bathing suit that really, really revealed it all. He reluctantly places a thumb and forefinger over the button on his fly.]
My friends are... very gifted. [ Her smile is some odd cross between resigned, wry, and very very fond. She loves them, she does, but navigating the mansion for privacy has always been a unique challenge. But if she's honest, she wouldn't have had it any other way.
She sees him play with the fly of his trousers, clearly stalling, and can't resist reaching out to still his fingers there. ]
They cannot help it. With their powers, they would hear or sense me no matter where we escaped into, in that mansion. It has always been that way.
So if I ever needed privacy - for whatever reason - well, there was always the sky. [ Her eyes flick up to his, a little grin tugging at her lips. ] Or extended visits at a friend's house.
[ She works the button free with one hand, fingers as quick and silent as a pickpocket's, before she leans in to drop a very soft and very quick kiss to his lips. ]
The sky- [His line of questioning is interrupted with a kiss that he happily leans into.]
[His pulse quickens at the contact- this nod towards confirmation, agreement. He isn't unconfident, but perhaps out of practice. He pulls his zipper down and lifts his hips slightly as he tugs the shorts to the floor. Now it was just him in the swimsuit, an echo of the day before.]
[He stands and sighs, thumbs hooked in the waistband.]
I'm not the one in need of a bath. [ She points out, amusement dancing in her eyes. She does get up a little when he does, though, to tug off the loose top she was wearing. There's a bra on underneath, white cotton, and she doesn't move to take it off.
She does move to help him peel off that swimsuit, careful so that nothing gets snagged on any elastic or spandex. If she lingers over where it tents over him, surely it's just a coincidence. She looks up. ]
Let me do this for you.
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[Well, he appreciates the new view for sure, though it's hardly new, he doubts he could get sick of this anyway. And then her fingers are upon him, and his breath hitches slightly. ]
[He moves his hands out of the way and immediately tries to find somewhere else to put them. He places one on her shoulder, he's not going to touch somewhere untoward uninvited. He knows the rules.]
Do what, then?
[The words they each said moved past one another often enough that he suddenly feels unclear to her meaning.]
[His cock, however, is completely confident. It's average enough in length, though handsomely shaped. He's well-groomed here, a self-standard. A habit.]
Take care of you. [ She quirks a brow up at him, shifting closer. If he's unsure, she simply assumes he's trying to be polite by giving her a last out. Except she won't take it. ]
You were in a state last night, as you left. I think I owe you at least this much. [ It's not like he was hard to miss, even at the late hour. So her hand closes around him, finding him firm and definitely confident. Easy enough to start with a slow tug and steadily surer strokes to keep him that way.
She keeps her voice as low and quiet as she did the previous night, like they might be overheard. ]
The shower will stay warm. I'll make sure of it, so we can get you well and properly clean. [ Whatever that would entail, she hasn't exactly decided yet. But she's willing to do at least this much. ]
[He quips as he finds his bearings, placing a hand on the counter behind him for added stability. He gazes down at her fondly, not bothering to hide how he looks at her body. He relaxes into it with a sigh- as if he's settling into a steam room.]
[If he wasn't fully hard before, he is now. His foreskin rolls over his head again and again, drawing rumbling noises from his chest.]
[He brushes a little bit of her hair back from her face as he takes the view in- actively trying to commit it to memory for a rainy day. ]
[ She just chuckles a little at his quip, pausing briefly to lean into his hand in her hair, allowing herself to indulge in the affectionate touch. He gets another kiss for it, deeper than the last, something to distract him as she keeps her pace slow and even, waiting for the drip of precum to help slick up her hand. ]
[ She drags her lips down his jaw, murmuring against the roughness of his scruffy beard. ]
[He chuckles, a flush ruddying his cheeks. She wanted him to talk, huh?]
It- It's good, of course. You of anyone should be able to tell how much I like it. Considering-
[He is already dribbling a bit of precome, but he's referring to the thick pulse of it in her hand.]
[He pulls her towards him right arm around her waist, nosing and kissing her neck, hips moving against her hand. The hand on her shoulder slides slightly, testing, with a thumb under her bra strap at her shoulder.]
[ She stalls on purpose, swiping her thumb over where he starts to leak and laughing quietly. It's cut short as he brushes his lips against her neck, something that always makes her shiver pleasantly and murmur in approval. ]
Use your words. I like hearing what a partner thinks when I have my hands on them.
Words? Aren’t words the first thing to fail in moments like this? I’m no chirurgeon, but if I’m not mistaken, all the thinking blood’s in your hand. Ask him for words instead.
[He takes a breath] But I’ll try my best.
[He drags his lips up her neck to kiss at her ear, to allow his voice to reverberate right there.]
Do you intend to just milk me like this? [His leg quakes.]
[ His voice. She shivers pleasantly; it's a lovely timbre, and she thinks she could listen to him for hours. What would her name sound like, if she drove him to a point where he might call for her? ]
... They should be the first thing to fail. So if you still have words, then clearly I am not doing enough...
[ She trails her hand down to his balls, fingers cupping together to hold him gently. ]
I did intend to milk you relatively dry. If you'd let me. Was there something else you wanted?
Without even undressing? Without me touching you? This is rather unequal. Come now, I’ll feel patronized.
[He scrunches his brow for a moment, and then takes the matters into his own hands-]
Don’t hold too tight onto it, eh?
[He cups her thighs round the back and lifts her onto the countertop with ease, pressing into the space between her knees. The mirror behind her has completely fogged, the room itself was turning into a sauna. He chases her, leaning in to kiss as the underside of his cock bumps against the rounded counter edge.]
I understand if you wanted to have your way with me, but it’s a bit too early in the day for me to just be standing about.
[ It wasn't her intention to make him feel patronized, just to give him a handjob. But as much as she liked being in control, she liked it better when the table's flipped and turned on her in a way that feels right. So she's chuckling again when he gets her on the counter, reaching up to tuck her hands around his neck so she can pull him in for that kiss, short and hot. ]
So what would you prefer? [ She didn't plan on sex yet, but he's made it tempting, and too difficult to resist. Her legs part wider to accomodate him, and she's suddenly sharply aware of how dressed she still is - a bra and some trousers. She reaches behind her to unhook the clasp. ]
Standing about while you catch me up? I would not complain.
[He watches her unhook the bra, unable to look away. Maybe that was crude of him, but would it not be more boorish to look away from such a beautiful sight? He bites his lip as he watches the tension slacken on the garment.]
[He runs his hands up her thighs, till his palms meet her waistband. He watches her expression, one hand moving slowly to the center seam of her trousers. He strokes downward with his thumb firmly. The other comes up to her rib, not quite touching her breast yet.]
[ She's wearing too many layers to feel his thumb the way she wants. It's still just enough for her breath to catch, and for her to decide. The bra's shrugged off without much show, a little inelegantly perhaps, but maybe it's better for him to see her that way. Like a woman with desires, rather than something made of glass and too delicate to touch, as his careful questions keep making her feel.
She nods once, pulling his hands from her skin and to her waistband, just as she'd had her own hands on his fly earlier. ]
Gorgeous. [His hand slides up to touch as he sorely wanted to this entire time. He throbs at the sight and feel of it- The weight, the softness. His heart thrums.]
Let’s see what else you’re hiding, hm?
[He watches her face for pleasure, disappointment. He tries to read her, but he’s missing information. In spite of their magnetism, they are in fact strangers-]
[Cid merely does not wish to be seen as a brute or a pig. He likes this too much to employ his humor, he drops a bit of his charm as collateral. He treads too lightly.]
As you wish. [But he is still eager. His dextrous hands pull apart the fastenings and he tugs them down in one smooth motion, as if he’s doing a tablecloth trick with a row of wine glasses. He idly squeezes himself to keep himself presentable and ready for her.]
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I’m still made of pretty stern stuff.
[He smirks at her, taking the bag of bagels from her as he loops an arm around her waist, emboldened by the fact that he did remember their kissing from the night before. He tastes like smoke and the vodka he rinses his mouth with each morning. He pulls her in close and kisses her gently on the lips.]
Now, what’s this you brought?
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So she lets him pull her in through the open window, sighing and keeping the kiss brief so she can... keep fussing. ]
Carbohydrates. You have to eat something substantial to help with the headache. [ She lands on her feet lightly, eyes traveling over the rest of him. The urge to keep at least one hand on him remains - so she keeps it on his cheek, dragging her fingers down gently from the mark and down to the scruff on his jaw. ]
... But after that, ice. Just because it will heal, does not mean it doesn't hurt, you silly man. At least do something to help with that.
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[What will be the final straw to her understanding when he’s from? Between asprin and carbs, it’s all new to him.]
[He gives her palm a little kiss as he takes the bag and peeks into it.]
This is boiled bread. I haven’t had one of these in forever… Excellent!
[He grins at her.] How’d you know?
[He doesn’t even address the icing for his cheek. Maybe she’ll just drop it if he pushes everything onward.] How about a wash up after, instead? I should change my clothes, at least…
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What is stopping you from washing up now? You haven't even had a shower yet, have you? [ He might still smell a little like chlorine if so. She reaches up to touch his hair. ]
Let's get you changed, then you can eat.
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[He doesn’t sound remotely bothered, especially noting that smile. He does indeed also smell like chlorine. He puts out his cigarette and places the bag on his table.]
[He’s still in yesterday’s clothes, even. He’s used to wearing the same thing day in, day out, though.]
Alright… If you insist. [He smiles at her, feeling slightly nervous, slightly hopeful. The inclusive phrasing of “Let’s” gives him enough to ride with.]
Wash room is just down this way, then. [His hold around her waist slips to her hand, catching her with gently curled fingers. He’s not about to make her go anywhere she’s not looking to go.]
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[ She's less nervous, and more curious about where things will go. She's not the one with a pounding headache - so if he looks even a little pained, she figures that's when she'll put a stop to things.
Until then, well, she just needs to know how high his pain tolerance is. ]
Do you stay here alone? [ She walks in-step with him, peering around for any sign of other residents who might not be here. ]
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[He chuckles, the accusation gentle.Anyway, it’s not quite pounding. And he’s used to pain at this point. Besides… There are natural remedies for headaches, too.]
It’s just me. [He strips off his shirt as he swings into the washroom. It’s spacious enough for a couple of adults to stand in. He sits on the edge of the tub as he starts running the water to temperature.]
And no one visits. [This is by design.] It’s nice to have a bit of peace and quiet now and then.
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... It helps wake up your nerves, rejuvenates you if you're feeling a little under the weather.
[ His bathroom does look like a bachelor's, though, so she has no reason to doubt what he says. ]
But what do you do when it gets too quiet, or too lonely? [ He'd seen how big the mansion was, how much she seemed to thrive around all the people in attendance, even if they weren't people she knew well. Ororo liked her fair share of solitude, but in the end - she craved having a community. People looking after other people. ]
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[He switches the shower part on, the water spraying the wall as droplets mist them in their position, too.]
You almost seemed smothered in that great big house. Worried about who might hear or see...
[He slowly rubs his knee against hers as he turns towards her in his shirtless state. He glances back to the water and sighs. He was certainly going to undress before her, wasn't he? And what did it matter. She's seen him in the bathing suit that really, really revealed it all. He reluctantly places a thumb and forefinger over the button on his fly.]
So what about you?
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She sees him play with the fly of his trousers, clearly stalling, and can't resist reaching out to still his fingers there. ]
They cannot help it. With their powers, they would hear or sense me no matter where we escaped into, in that mansion. It has always been that way.
So if I ever needed privacy - for whatever reason - well, there was always the sky. [ Her eyes flick up to his, a little grin tugging at her lips. ] Or extended visits at a friend's house.
[ She works the button free with one hand, fingers as quick and silent as a pickpocket's, before she leans in to drop a very soft and very quick kiss to his lips. ]
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[His pulse quickens at the contact- this nod towards confirmation, agreement. He isn't unconfident, but perhaps out of practice. He pulls his zipper down and lifts his hips slightly as he tugs the shorts to the floor. Now it was just him in the swimsuit, an echo of the day before.]
[He stands and sighs, thumbs hooked in the waistband.]
Come on, it's a bit unequal, isn't it?
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She does move to help him peel off that swimsuit, careful so that nothing gets snagged on any elastic or spandex. If she lingers over where it tents over him, surely it's just a coincidence. She looks up. ]
Let me do this for you.
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[He moves his hands out of the way and immediately tries to find somewhere else to put them. He places one on her shoulder, he's not going to touch somewhere untoward uninvited. He knows the rules.]
Do what, then?
[The words they each said moved past one another often enough that he suddenly feels unclear to her meaning.]
[His cock, however, is completely confident. It's average enough in length, though handsomely shaped. He's well-groomed here, a self-standard. A habit.]
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You were in a state last night, as you left. I think I owe you at least this much. [ It's not like he was hard to miss, even at the late hour. So her hand closes around him, finding him firm and definitely confident. Easy enough to start with a slow tug and steadily surer strokes to keep him that way.
She keeps her voice as low and quiet as she did the previous night, like they might be overheard. ]
The shower will stay warm. I'll make sure of it, so we can get you well and properly clean. [ Whatever that would entail, she hasn't exactly decided yet. But she's willing to do at least this much. ]
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[He quips as he finds his bearings, placing a hand on the counter behind him for added stability. He gazes down at her fondly, not bothering to hide how he looks at her body. He relaxes into it with a sigh- as if he's settling into a steam room.]
[If he wasn't fully hard before, he is now. His foreskin rolls over his head again and again, drawing rumbling noises from his chest.]
[He brushes a little bit of her hair back from her face as he takes the view in- actively trying to commit it to memory for a rainy day. ]
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[ She drags her lips down his jaw, murmuring against the roughness of his scruffy beard. ]
How is it? Tell me, Cid.
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It- It's good, of course. You of anyone should be able to tell how much I like it. Considering-
[He is already dribbling a bit of precome, but he's referring to the thick pulse of it in her hand.]
[He pulls her towards him right arm around her waist, nosing and kissing her neck, hips moving against her hand. The hand on her shoulder slides slightly, testing, with a thumb under her bra strap at her shoulder.]
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[ She stalls on purpose, swiping her thumb over where he starts to leak and laughing quietly. It's cut short as he brushes his lips against her neck, something that always makes her shiver pleasantly and murmur in approval. ]
Use your words. I like hearing what a partner thinks when I have my hands on them.
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[He takes a breath] But I’ll try my best.
[He drags his lips up her neck to kiss at her ear, to allow his voice to reverberate right there.]
Do you intend to just milk me like this? [His leg quakes.]
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... They should be the first thing to fail. So if you still have words, then clearly I am not doing enough...
[ She trails her hand down to his balls, fingers cupping together to hold him gently. ]
I did intend to milk you relatively dry. If you'd let me. Was there something else you wanted?
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[He scrunches his brow for a moment, and then takes the matters into his own hands-]
Don’t hold too tight onto it, eh?
[He cups her thighs round the back and lifts her onto the countertop with ease, pressing into the space between her knees. The mirror behind her has completely fogged, the room itself was turning into a sauna. He chases her, leaning in to kiss as the underside of his cock bumps against the rounded counter edge.]
I understand if you wanted to have your way with me, but it’s a bit too early in the day for me to just be standing about.
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So what would you prefer? [ She didn't plan on sex yet, but he's made it tempting, and too difficult to resist. Her legs part wider to accomodate him, and she's suddenly sharply aware of how dressed she still is - a bra and some trousers. She reaches behind her to unhook the clasp. ]
Standing about while you catch me up? I would not complain.
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[He watches her unhook the bra, unable to look away. Maybe that was crude of him, but would it not be more boorish to look away from such a beautiful sight? He bites his lip as he watches the tension slacken on the garment.]
[He runs his hands up her thighs, till his palms meet her waistband. He watches her expression, one hand moving slowly to the center seam of her trousers. He strokes downward with his thumb firmly. The other comes up to her rib, not quite touching her breast yet.]
Would that be alright with you?
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She nods once, pulling his hands from her skin and to her waistband, just as she'd had her own hands on his fly earlier. ]
Pull it off for me.
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Let’s see what else you’re hiding, hm?
[He watches her face for pleasure, disappointment. He tries to read her, but he’s missing information. In spite of their magnetism, they are in fact strangers-]
[Cid merely does not wish to be seen as a brute or a pig. He likes this too much to employ his humor, he drops a bit of his charm as collateral. He treads too lightly.]
As you wish. [But he is still eager. His dextrous hands pull apart the fastenings and he tugs them down in one smooth motion, as if he’s doing a tablecloth trick with a row of wine glasses. He idly squeezes himself to keep himself presentable and ready for her.]
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