[november catchall - closed-ish]

[etiquette]

Who: harry hart etiquette & various
What: november catch-all for event stuff!
When: early november
Where: wyver mostly, little bit of olympia probs
Warning(s): def some nsfw jungle heat threads in here, beware!


[this is a catch-all for late october/early november threads! if anyone else would like to plot something or needs a starter feel free to hit me up by pm or on plurk over at obscurial. i'm def up for more during the new plot! c:]

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[flashystyle]

[Such things are terrible for Dorian's self restraint. He's usually quite good at maintaining a bored but pleasant expression, but the combination of the night air and Harry's action? He couldn't stop himself from biting his lip, nor doing a once-over, if he tried.]

I'll consider it rectified. [He sets his mug aside somewhere behind him, surely to be taken by another passerby. He doesn't care. He drags his hand up the lapel of his jacket, stopping just short of letting his thumb brush the skin of his neck.] You have the looks of quite the gentlemen, but I wonder... do you have the intentions of one, tonight?

sorry this is like 100 years old

[etiquette]

[isn't that bold. harry represses the urge to shudder a bit at the way his thumb stops just before getting to any of his newly exposed skin. a light tease, perhaps to entice him for what comes next. it's not like harry's never done this sort of thing before--it's just that doing it because he wants to or feels the compulsion for it hasn't happened since the early nineties.

he's long since accepted anything more serious is precluded by his employment, but kingsman hasn't got any say on what's fleeting. and most assuredly they haven't got any say here--nor does harry find it a violation of his own moral codes to have a little bit of fun where he can afford it. he leans down dangerously closer, enough to smell whatever was in his mug and surely for dorian to catch a whiff of whiskey on his own breath.]

A gentleman is simply a patient wolf.

[he pauses, one hand thumbing at the inside of dorian's inner wrist and up along the arm he's got pressed against harry.]

What would you consider to be un-gentlemanly intentions?

i will wait 1000 for this old man

[flashystyle]

That patient wolf losing it, biting. Re-purposing that tie elsewhere, forgetting the rest of that wonderful outfit of yours.

[Said with such ease, it almost surprises himself. Dorian doesn't show this for a second, though, and instead follows up with a smug grin. He rises to stand as tall as he can to meet Harry's height-- he can't possibly, but it won't put a deter his efforts. If it were any other night, anywhere else, he might have been terrified of putting on such a display. Now? He's exhilarated. He'd surely die if they parted now, changed their minds.

He draws that hand up, finally tracing his thumb over the line of Harry's neck before he runs his fingers into the back of his hair. All while he turns his head, so that he speaks into his ear with a low voice.]

Do we really need patience here, dear Harry?

bless u i luv this thread

[etiquette]

[harry wouldn't dream of parting from him now--nor would he backing down from what must be a challenge when it's murmured so temptingly in his ear. there's an amused smirk tugging at his own lips too when dorian leans in, harry letting his gaze flick downward while he takes advantage of the view afforded by his height. it's a mutual thrill at letting this happen, something electric in the air and certainly from the proximity of dorian's body to his own.

harry hart isn't a shy man by any means--but he's also usually far more in control than to imagine running through each and every one of those scenarios in this very bar after they've been suggested.

the hand on dorian's arm shifts, cupping along his jaw and glancing against his cheek affectionately. his eyes are warm behind his glasses, voice low and smooth like the drinks he's indulged in tonight.]

I think perhaps you need a valuable lesson that a gentleman can do all of the above. I make no promises about patience tonight.

[his gaze slips down to dorian's lips, not exactly subtle but testing at the scant inches between them.]