( open ) out of isolation

[motivation]

Who: dutch (motivation) & YOU, thomas nightingale (ettersberg) & YOU
What: a month in the life of a former assassin, a month in the life of the former last sanctioned wizard of the uk
When: may
Where: flona cove and khalo
Warning(s): alcohol and fyrra use, nudity, sex and probably swearing

Comments

[ettersberg]

( the heat that flares in thomas' stomach at the question is its own kind of answer, but he still takes a moment to consider it. even if, in that moment, he is already nuzzling against randel's hand. )

Yes. If you would.

[toten_sie]

[ He just nods, leaning in to look Thomas in the eyes, feeding the uncommon heat in his own belly. It's been a few years since he was with another man, but Thomas is nice, and handsome and well put together. He knows what he's about.

He runs the glove down to cup Thomas's jaw and runs his thumb along the cheekbone.]

[ettersberg]

( randel leans in, his thumb brushing against thomas' cheekbone. they're such small actions, but they feel like more, anticipation making thomas' stomach clench.

he leans in, closing the last of the distance between them to fit his lips against randel's. )

[toten_sie]

[ He's surprised, but not surprised long enough to do anything but kiss the other man back, kiss and reach over to pull him closer. ]

[ettersberg]

( thomas moves into it easily when randel pulls him closer, sighing a little into the kiss. clearly enjoying himself. )

[toten_sie]

[ They're both enjoying themselves. There's a strange sort of insulation the fyrra seems to be giving him, between his guilt and his fear and his worries that's letting him actually feel the pleasure of someone wanting to kiss him, of the kiss itself. He leans into it, hungry for it, and in turn, hungry for Thomas. His hand lifts up to cup his cheek as he deepens the kiss. ]

[ettersberg]

(thomas feels that insulation as well: the absence of loss, of the weight of responsibility and duty, the requirements of propriety. he can't remember the last time he's felt quite this relaxed in addition to feeling the urge, need to be closer to randel.

he moves into the kiss — and then, in a move that would surprise even himself if not for aforementioned insulation, he moves to straddle randel, pressing himself close. )

[toten_sie]

[ Randel's hands move to support him, to draw him closer, and the kiss will continue as he does. This is a kind of multitasking he enjoys, a skill he has that he's glad for. There's no terrible memories here, no awful weight to the way it feels to be with another man. This was something he'd shared with other soldiers, a respite from war instead of something intrinsically tied to it.

He actually starts to go hard instead of needing to help himself get there. Thomas is very handsome, intelligent and kind. ]

[ettersberg]

( old age means that thomas's libido is not as quick and urgent anymore as it may have been in his youth, but ageing backwards has changed some things up again. maybe it's also the drugs, the way every sensation seems heightened now. even just their kisses have him half hard and wanting so much more. )

[toten_sie]

[ When he feels Thomas start to go hard, feels the shift against him, one of his hands reaches down to run across his thigh. There's a question in his eyes, but the hand stays on his thigh. Does he want more? He's happy to give it to him, but he has to know.]

[ettersberg]

( there's a pause and thomas almost lets out a noise of protest before he realises why randel has stopped. then he smiles instead, a slight thing that comes with warmth in his gaze, and says, clearly and simply: )

Please.

[toten_sie]

[ Randel nods dutifully before leaning in to take another kiss as his hand reaches back to squeeze a large handful of Thomas's backside. He's in no rush, even with the fire in his belly urging him on for more.

A soft, wanting moan slips out of him in between kisses and he starts to wonder what might happen if things continue right here.]

[ettersberg]

( there's something terribly appealing about that large hand on his backside, even beyond the sensation of pressure, the way it pulls at his clothing a little, how it settles thomas more closely against randel. the physical is there, but it's anticipation that has him shiver.

they should probably take this somewhere more private. he's far too old to be straddling an attractive young man in what boils down to a blanket fort, and yet— here he is. here they are.

he can't bring himself to mind that. )

[toten_sie]

[ Randel has never been much for propriety. He'd had his sex in tents, in abandoned buildings, in fox holes. He'd had his sex where he'd had his life, and if anyone wandered in to see them short of his Lieutenant, it was probably their own fault.

That's why he's careful as he draws him closer, but it's about not touching too hard and everything to do with wanting to bring his partner happy, positive feelings.]

[ettersberg]

( thomas was born into what was still victorian england, if only just barely. propriety had been a thing of great importance throughout most of his life and duty, more than propriety, has been the foundation onto which he'd tied his sanity after the war.

right now, though, he's not terribly concerned with propriety or duty. he's more concerned, it seems, with running his hands over randel's chest and stomach, fingers sliding beneath the hem of his shirt, not tentative but asking. )

[toten_sie]

[ Randel will pause him, but not for the reason Thomas might think.]

There are a lot of scars.

[ He doesn't want Thomas to be disgusted, but maybe with warning, he at least won't be surprised.]

[ettersberg]

( thomas makes a soft noise, little more than a hum. assent. acknowledgement. he's seen scars before and he carries some of his own, though not as many as randel. a bullet wound to the shoulder, another on his leg. some smaller ones that come from several lifetimes of active service — as a police officer, in the war, with the foreign office. his fingers remain where they are.

softly: )

I won't mind if you don't.

[toten_sie]

[ His answer comes with his hands slipping away, his arms moving to start reaching for Thomas. It comes from how he pulls his gloves off, revealing the raw palms that feel strange and papery to touch, and how he puts them to work trying to touch Thomas in return.
It comes with a renewed kiss, a hungry one, an almost desperate one.

Yes, please.

Yes, more.]

[ettersberg]

( the skin of randel's palms feels strange, papery —but with the drug still coursing through thomas' system and maybe without it, the sensation is odd, but all the more intense for it, every touch new, a focal point. he kisses back hungrily, all sense of propriety going out of the window for good as he openly moans into randel's mouth, rolling his hips against randel's. )

[toten_sie]

[ He doesn't have many nerves left in them, but what he does have is the pressure, the feel of Thomas solid in his hands, present and perfect as they kiss, as he pulls Thomas closer to roll his own hips back.

There's a glance around, because he wants- they clearly want more than they can do here. But he doesn't want to pull away. Not when he feels like he's drinking in so much, everything.

Instead, he waits until they need to breathe, until Thomas pauses til-]

Do you have a room?

[ettersberg]

I-

( for a moment, the question barely penetrates the fog of want and desire, but then thomas forces himself to breathe, to think. ) I do, yes. Do you want to go?

( privacy would probably be good. in private, there would be absolutely no reason for him to get on his knees for randel or to ask randel to fuck him. )

[toten_sie]

[ The answer comes immediately. He is a coward, and when he's finally found something that feels good and sweet and lovely, he wants to follow it beyond all else. ]

Yes.

Please.

[ He looks around, still a little muzzy, before- ]

Is it close?

[ettersberg]

Not closed enough.

( the words slip out, a little rough, a little needy. desperate, almost, for all that they're mostly a grumble. he rallies a moment later: ) But yes.

( thomas moves to stand, ignoring the obvious erection tenting his trousers, and offers randel a hand. )

[toten_sie]

[ Randel has a similar issue, though his clothing is heavy enough that it isn't outright obscene, thankfully. He takes Thomas's hand firmly and waits for him to lead the way. He won't be hard at all to pull in that direction. ]

[ettersberg]

( dressed as he is in a thin linnen suit, thomas doesn't have the advantage of heavier clothing, but he can't bring himself to mind. there's something firm in the way he moves now, determined where he was languid and slower before.

it doesn't take very long at all to get to his accommodation. it's mostly just a small room with many pillows and a thankfully large bed. )