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[On one hand: he is horrified. On the other hand: this sounds like a challenge.]
Never let it be said I don't give you everything you ever want.
[He says, and steps free just far enough to pull his gunbreaker coat off his shoulders by the lapels and roll his arms back to let it slide artfully to the ground in a heap of white fabric. Without hesitation or preamble, he next hooks his fingers beneath the hem of the boring generic shirt he's wearing, and easily peels that off, too.
Because yeah. Sometimes it really is that easy to get him shirtless.]
Give it here.
Never let it be said I don't give you everything you ever want.
[He says, and steps free just far enough to pull his gunbreaker coat off his shoulders by the lapels and roll his arms back to let it slide artfully to the ground in a heap of white fabric. Without hesitation or preamble, he next hooks his fingers beneath the hem of the boring generic shirt he's wearing, and easily peels that off, too.
Because yeah. Sometimes it really is that easy to get him shirtless.]
Give it here.
[he's already working hard not to laugh as thancred agrees and starts stripping, watching as he sheds his coat and shirt-- not without appreciation, honestly, he is fond of the view.
but he offers out the shirt with one raised brow, once thancred asks for it.]
Go ahead, see if it fits.
but he offers out the shirt with one raised brow, once thancred asks for it.]
Go ahead, see if it fits.
[He takes it, holds it up against himself a moment, looks down the length of his own torso at the considerably more truncated length of said shirt — ]
Seems to have misplaced about half of it, don't you think?
[No one is going to complain about seeing your 8-pack, Thancred. Anyway, he tugs it on, and sure enough! It's both a travesty and surprisingly flattering if you're an abs sort of person.]
Seems to have misplaced about half of it, don't you think?
[No one is going to complain about seeing your 8-pack, Thancred. Anyway, he tugs it on, and sure enough! It's both a travesty and surprisingly flattering if you're an abs sort of person.]
Well, if you insist.
[It's just — nice, is the thing. Nice to play around like this. Nice to be touched. Nice to see Ryn as thirsty as if he's been stranded in the Sagolii for thirty-six hours without an oasis.
He nudges a little closer, encouraging more of the touch.]
So long as you keep doing that.
[It's just — nice, is the thing. Nice to play around like this. Nice to be touched. Nice to see Ryn as thirsty as if he's been stranded in the Sagolii for thirty-six hours without an oasis.
He nudges a little closer, encouraging more of the touch.]
So long as you keep doing that.
Oh, you don't have to tell me twice.
[he's more cautious moving his injured arm, but he touches with both hands anyway. slow and deliberate, mapping out the planes of his body beneath his palms, fingers skimming teasingly along the waistband of his pants before sliding back up, then further, underneath the crop top.]
This was a joke. You weren't supposed to look so damned good in it.
[he's more cautious moving his injured arm, but he touches with both hands anyway. slow and deliberate, mapping out the planes of his body beneath his palms, fingers skimming teasingly along the waistband of his pants before sliding back up, then further, underneath the crop top.]
This was a joke. You weren't supposed to look so damned good in it.
[You know, even if it wasn't Confidence Week, there really is something powerfully self-affirming about having an attractive man feeling you up while musing to himself about how unfairly hot you are. Affirming enough that it actually manages to break through the ridiculous alpha machismo high he's been riding on, and just leaves him kind of warmly, giddily content.]
You'll just have to make jokes more often.
[His head lists to the side a little bit, baring just a hint more of the side of his neck in a manner that's either a tease of his own, or an invitation. Or both.]
You know you're welcome to me whenever you want.
You'll just have to make jokes more often.
[His head lists to the side a little bit, baring just a hint more of the side of his neck in a manner that's either a tease of his own, or an invitation. Or both.]
You know you're welcome to me whenever you want.
Oh, I know I am. I do try to exercise a little restraint, though, it's not good for your poor old grizzled bones.
[he's leaning in as he says that, pressing a kiss just below thancred's choker.
...then shifting it out of the way to nip at the skin, right where it usually sits.]
[he's leaning in as he says that, pressing a kiss just below thancred's choker.
...then shifting it out of the way to nip at the skin, right where it usually sits.]
[leaves this here because Thancred's probably still sleeping in the Home Biome because let's be honest, where else is he going to go? Movement? He's tired of movement. Let him sleep forever.
The real question is, if everyone who was with them on curfew has vacated and now it's just Thancred and Ryn around, Whose Biome Is It Anyway?]
The real question is, if everyone who was with them on curfew has vacated and now it's just Thancred and Ryn around, Whose Biome Is It Anyway?]
[it's ryn's! they're in one of these beds, and ryn is still basically glued to him, curled against him.
when he wakes up-- he just goes back to petting thancred's hair, silent. letting him sleep, if that doesn't wake him.]
when he wakes up-- he just goes back to petting thancred's hair, silent. letting him sleep, if that doesn't wake him.]
[THE COMFIEST OF BEDS welcome to elf world. And it really is an awfully nice way to wake up, that gentle rhythmic petting of his hair. Ryn's fingers are soft enough and careful enough that the swelling never twinges or aches even when his fingers brush past it, and it's just...it's just nice. It's almost heartbreaking how nice it is, how he's teased and tempted and made innuendo toward aching for this sort of attention for weeks, and here he is, getting it despite having done nothing at all to deserve it.]
...I thought you might stop. When you worked out that I was awake.
[His voice is slurred, heavy, but thick with sleepiness instead of with pain. An improvement.]
M'glad you didn't.
...I thought you might stop. When you worked out that I was awake.
[His voice is slurred, heavy, but thick with sleepiness instead of with pain. An improvement.]
M'glad you didn't.
[it's always felt dangerous to do, is the thing. safer to leave it at what they always do, at teasing and making out and sex, and not allow too much of the affection. the closeness, the softness-- the openness, primarily.
but after his two-month absence last week, after thancred nearly tried to sacrifice himself and then came back so hurt...
he can't bring himself to deny thancred what he's wanted. he's realizing it's already too late; he already wants more of this himself.]
...thought I might, too. [he admits, quiet.] But- you wanted it.
[what he leaves unsaid, what thancred may read into it anyway: and i couldn't tell you no.]
but after his two-month absence last week, after thancred nearly tried to sacrifice himself and then came back so hurt...
he can't bring himself to deny thancred what he's wanted. he's realizing it's already too late; he already wants more of this himself.]
...thought I might, too. [he admits, quiet.] But- you wanted it.
[what he leaves unsaid, what thancred may read into it anyway: and i couldn't tell you no.]
[You wanted it. It feels — strange, hearing Rynlan admit to it so easily, without dodging or sidestepping or putting up the sort of fight he's grown to refer to affectionately as bratting. He did want it, didn't he? Wanted it and let that wanting roll over him like an ocean wave and recede back from whence it came, unwilling to force obligation onto Ryn when every telegraph told him to keep his distance, to respect the lines he was drawing in the sand. Wanted it and let it go so he wouldn't want it too much, and it would still be all right in the end.
Oh, I could say I need you, he thinks with the rhythm of the fingers in his hair, eyes half-closed, breathing steady, but then you'd realize that I want you in ways I'm trying to disguise behind "I love you"s that we pretended were lies, when all I wanted was —
...Ah. Oh.]
I did. I do.
[Oh, no.]
...I don't tell you the things I should often enough.
Oh, I could say I need you, he thinks with the rhythm of the fingers in his hair, eyes half-closed, breathing steady, but then you'd realize that I want you in ways I'm trying to disguise behind "I love you"s that we pretended were lies, when all I wanted was —
...Ah. Oh.]
I did. I do.
[Oh, no.]
...I don't tell you the things I should often enough.
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