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[dimitea]

Unfortunately I am indisposed at the moment, please leave a message and I shall return it post-haste.

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[brawlin]

[Ah, shit. Okay, so, maybe Loog is just being a dick. Or maybe Dimitri managed to disconnect him from the network somehow, or--

Caspar takes off for Dimitri's house before he can let himself even start to think about the third reason he might not be able to get in contact with Dimitri. When he gets there, his knocking on the door might be just a little more urgent than it would otherwise be.]

[dimitea]

[Dimitri really doesn't want to answer the door. His fireplace is on and it smells weird in his home but there is smoke rising out of his chimney and his lights are on which should at least tell cAspar that someone is inside. The door is unlocked and Dimitri is under his blanket on the couch of his living room just moping.]

Go away!

[brawlin]

Dimitri! You're still-- [Relief washes over Caspar at the familiar voice - and then the actual words sink in.] --oh.

Uh... alright! [Caspar takes a hesitant step back from the doorway, but-- he came here for a reason, he can't just leave.] Look, I just-- Loog's posting stuff it looks like you maybe didn't, uh, want him to, and I kinda... thought you should know. That... that was all. I can get outta your hair now. Uh... bye.

[The thought that this might have anything to do with the very thing he came here about doesn't even cross Caspar's mind.]

[dimitea]

[Oh. It's Caspar at his door. Fuck, he should let him in but he doesn't want to get up from the door. Caspar came over after he was already informed and has been moping and wallowing in self pity over it. Caspar being here and saying all that means he saw the video and Dimitri isn't sure how he feels about that.

The sound of Caspar starting to walk away does have him getting up and going to the door. He opens it wide, standing in the doorway with red rimmed eyes, and some sweatpants but no shirt. He stood there for a moment before leaving to grab Caspar's hand and stopping him.

Wait...Caspar....don't leave yet.

[brawlin]

[When he hears the door open, Caspar pauses and turns, surprised, toward it, and... man, Dimitri really does look miserable.]

Oh. Yeah, okay. [Up close, Dimitri can probably better tell how Caspar's breathing is still heavier from the run there. Caspar glances down at their joined hands before looking up at Dimitri's face again, with some significant effort not to let his eyes linger on any exposed skin below collarbone level.] Are... are you okay?

[dimitea]

No...please don't leave me. [He doesn't move, the cold feeling rather nice on his exposed skin.]

Please...stay with me Caspar?[His voice is low, barely above the sound of the cold wind around them. He moves a little closer, the hand entwined with Caspar's tightening a little. He won't meet his gaze, looking elsewhere instead.]

[brawlin]

Yeah - of course, I'll stay. [He sets his other hand over Dimitri's, too, squeezing gently for good measure.

It's partly to comfort him, partly because Caspar's own hands are cold as fuck. He isn't as used to colder weather as Dimitri, and he didn't really bother making sure he was actually dressed for the weather before coming over; running kept him from getting too cold, at least, but he's sort of starting to feel it in his extremities.]

What happened? Or-- [Now it starts to click.] Did you already know? About Loog, I mean.

[dimitea]

[That squeeze does more for him than he might be able to put into words and it has some of the tension he was holding ease. He does move closer and wraps his free arm around Caspar's waist to pull him closer.]

I did. Some others had told me....I don't wish to speak of it but I will take your company if you'd let me. Loog has been dealt with for now but I feel he will return eventually.

[What exactly does he mean by that? You might find out when you see the fireplace.]

You're cold, come let's warm up.

[brawlin]

Yeah, 'course. We don't have to talk about it. [As long as Dimitri knows about it, that's the main thing he was concerned with-- though, also:] Uh... can I say happy birthday?

Okay - thanks, it is pretty cold out here. [Yeah, he's not sure what to make of the thing about Loog being "dealt with", until-- oh. Yeah okay, now he gets it. He kinda feels bad for him, honestly, but... at least, like Dimitri said, he's likely not gone for good. Maybe when he's back he'll be put off from pulling stuff like this.] How long d'you think it'll be before he gets back?

[dimitea]

[In all the kerfuffle of this day he had forgotten about his own Birthday, not that he would have really remembered it anyway.]
Oh....you don't need to wish me a happy birthday Caspar. It is not something I ever really celebrate.

[A frown took his features as he started to move back into the house, purposefully ignoring the fact that Loog is in the fireplace. He goes over to a bunch of greenery by his table and leans on it a little]

However long he takes will not be long enough in my opinion.

[brawlin]

Well... would you want to? [Just. You know! If he wanted to do something!!]

Huh. [Caspar hesitates, considering leaving it at that. Maybe he should. He probably should, he thinks - but he's never been much good at keeping the full truth to himself, not when the words keep clawing at the back of his mind like they are now, trying to force their way out.]

...I tried to send you a message, before I came here. It couldn't go through. I thought that you might've been... been gone.

[dimitea]

Would I want to celebrate? Not particularly. I did plan to decorate for the upcoming other festivities. I don't know what it is like in your home be in Faerghus we tend to get a little over the top and carried away. [That explains the piles of pine tree branches he has ready to be set around the house.]

Caspar...
[Oh. He didn't think of how scary it might be for some to not be able to reach him. He assumed the message would still go through but it seems like it won't. Fuck, Caspar must have been very worried. With the situation with Linhardt still a few weeks fresh, he can imagine how Caspar is feeling. He still is upset over Yuri himself and that was longer ago.]

Caspar my sweet friend, I did not mean to upset you.

[He leaves the table to go over to him, letting his hand run through that pretty powdery blue hair.] As much as I miss my home and those there I can not leave this place, not yet. I have too many important people here. [A pause.] You're here, it's the only place I can see you again.

[brawlin]

Huh... if you're sure, then. Anyway, we never did very much for holidays this time of year - though, I dunno if that was more an Adrestian thing or just a Bergliez thing.

[Caspar leans into Dimitri's touch a bit, reaching up in turn to set his hands on his shoulders. He really wants to pull him closer, but-- friend. Right. That's... about where things are, he guesses. Granted, he's done, uh... some pretty intimate things with "friends" here, but he still isn't sure if Dimitri really wants that.

...Whatever Loog might have said. Which he is really trying not to think about right now.]

I dunno if it's up to you. [...Fuck it. He reaches up with one hand to slide his fingers into Dimitri's hair. He knows Dimitri doesn't mind when he does this, at least.] But I do know you'll stay, if you get any say in it.

[dimitea]

If it's up to me I won't leave you. I wouldn't leave any of you.

[That gentle touch, the way caspar looks at him so uncertain is too much for him. Today has been awful, the range of emotions he's felt has been a roller coaster and now Caspar is the one hurting more thanks to his actions. Dimitri won't stand for it anymore. He's hurt Caspar too many times.]

You've found a place in my heart despite how I've treated you....despite everything. I'm sorry I scared you again. I'm sorry I've reminded you of past experiences [He leans forward his head pressed against Caspar's a desperation in his eyes to make things right between them. It's been months and still they are a disaster between them.] Please let me make it up to you. It's the one thing I will ask of you for my birthday.

[brawlin]

[The closing distance sends another spark of hope through Caspar's chest; he stares into Dimitri's eyes, like he's searching out some kind of answer.

...Because he is.] Yeah, sure - wait, make it up to me how?

[Said without a hint of deliberate flirtation. He is literally just asking.]

[dimitea]

[He can barely hear Caspar with the way his heart is beating so loudly right now. The closeness with Caspar, the desperation he feels all seem so right. But then Caspar says that and his worry seems to go out the window for a moment and he just smiles at hm.]

Like this
[In a fluid motion he tilts Caspar's chin up and leans in. His lips finally pressed against Caspar's in a soft kiss.]

[brawlin]

[Caspar probably should have seen that coming - and yet, it's a surprise all the same.

A very, very welcome surprise.

He pulls in a soft, startled breath, and the hand fiddling with Dimitri's hair pushes up to cradle the back of his head, grounding himself as much as anything else as he kisses Dimitri back, and it sinks in that this is... actually, seriously happening.

That thought sends a fresh surge of heat through him, and some kind of barrier crumbles. Caspar's fingers curl in Dimitri's hair and against his shoulder, pulling him down at the same time that Caspar pushes himself eagerly up and forward, lips parting against Dimitri's.]

[dimitea]

[While he can't exactly tell what Caspar taste likes he thinks it must be something with a little heat. The way they seem to fit into each others hold is too perfect for there not to be some kind of spice. It's been months since they met once more, so long and yet for the life of him Dimitri can't recall exactly why he waited so long for this. Caspar is a dear friend, someone he admires and beautiful inside and out.

Their kiss hardly last as as anything innocent for so long. The more his lips are pressed against Caspar's, those lips parting and letting him taste him, the more Dimitri wants more. A deep moan leaves his lips as he pulls away for a moment to look into those pretty light blue eyes of Caspar's. His own eyes are partially dilated, looking more sapphire than azure blue in that moment. He takes a breath, and than once more his lips are against Caspar's but this time more hurried as if to devour him. He picks him up walking the two of them to the closest object he can which happens to be a wall. He pins Caspar against , still holding him off the ground.]

[brawlin]

[This time, Caspar can't say he really minds being picked up; it just means more contact, feeling the strength in Dimtiri's hands and the press of his bare chest as he pins Caspar to the wall. He kisses Dimitri almost like it's another competition, legs wrapping around his waist and an arm slung over his shoulders to pull himself closer.

He doesn't break away until either Dimitri does or he finds himself dizzy for lack of air. Even then, it's not for long. He only takes a moment to catch his breath, flushed over his lips and cheeks, before going back in.]

[dimitea]

[When the two of them do break the kisses it is with a heavy pant from both of them and despite Dimitri being very distracted by Caspar's lips he doesn't fear dropping him at all, oh no. In fact Caspar looks wonderful up against his wall and he's going to enjoy keeping him there as he begins to pull at Caspar's tight black shirt. It looks lovely on him but it needs to go, he wants to touch more of Caspar and it's in the way.

The shirt is easily tossed and a little bit ripped off Caspar. Dimitri's mouth follows behind quickly enough, going to Caspar's neck, leaving nips and bites along with almost too tender kisses to his skin there.]

Caspar, I...

[The hands at his waist slide down more to be holding Caspar up by his nicely toned, fine ass. Those strong callused hands of Dimitri's give him a firm squeeze, enjoying those muscles underneath him.

I've thought of this for so long....

[brawlin]

[Caspar fumbles to help get his shirt off, letting go of Dimitri entirely for a moment to get his arms over his head. He's not too worried about falling; even if it weren't for the wall at his back and Dimitri making sure he won't fall, he could just as well hold himself up just with his thighs around Dimitri's waist and the muscles of his stomach held tense.

He's not too worried about whatever damage the garment might have just taken, either. That can wait. Now, his arms go right back around Dimitri's shoulders, his fingers into his hair, holding tight as the attention to his throat draws out a soft whine.

He squirms as Dimitri's hands squeeze his ass, and lets out a breathy laugh.] M-me too. I've just-- been hoping you'd be... be ready sometime.

[dimitea]

[There is a rumble of laughter that leaves Dimitri at Caspar's words. It's true this taking as long as it has was on him, he was why they were feverish now in their touches. He did feel a little bad about it but the way Caspar spoke of it was cute and earned him another kiss.] Apologies for the wait, I shall endeavor to make it up to you.

[As if to prove the point he just made, he starts to kiss down Caspar's chest. He actually finds it very cute how Caspar's chest has little hairs of blue all over it, they are soft and feel nice against his cheek. Caspar's body is warm and tight under his lips as he leaves kiss down to his nipples, teasing one with his tongue.

[brawlin]

You already are. [...Though, just to be clear:] Don't... don't stop here, though.

[Caspar gasps as Dimitri kisses over his chest, fingers tightening in his hair. He's kind of surprised, himself, by how fast he's getting turned on - not that he tends to take long to warm up to begin with, but this is a lot. He did really mean it, though, about having wanted this for a long time, so maybe he should have anticipated this.] Dimitri-- mmn.

[dimitea]

[Dimitri truly had no plans on stopping, not that he's finally allowed himself to have Caspar in this way.]I'd never dream of stopping

[Dimitri is true to his word and doesn't let up his touches of the other man, squeezing him once more before removing a hand to work on Caspar's pants, leaning more against the wall to keep them steady. His mouth move to the other nipple, teasing it just as the first had and leaving some marks of his own against Caspar's skin. ]

[brawlin]

Good.

[That answer comes out in a heavy breath, and Caspar leans down to press kisses to Dimitri's head while he fumbles to help undo his pants as quickly as possible. He feels like he's got to touch him as much as he possibly can, but this is about all he can reach in this position.]