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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]

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.]

[dimitea]

[The eagerness from Caspar is met with Dimitri's own. The pants are slipped off with some ease and the undergarments with it. This is the first time he's ever seen Caspar naked like this and he does take a minute to look at him, enjoy every curve of his body. His own azure eyes trail down from Caspar's chest to that patch of hair further below and he can't help but admire how handsome Caspar looks up against his wall and so needy right now.]

You're beautiful Caspar

[His own tone is genuine as he lifts Caspar higher and off the wall until he's practically holding him in the air by his arms almost like a child but that moment of being airborne doesn't last as Dimitri tries to get Caspar to sit on his shoulders.]

Wrap your legs around me Caspar. I'll keep you up. I have to taste you.

[The neediness in his own voice is apparent, never taking his eyes off that patch of blue he's eagerly waiting to devour.]

[brawlin]

[Vanity has never been a particular concern of Caspar's, but he does crave praise and compliments at pretty much all times. His already-flushed face goes a little bit redder, and he hurries to shift and get his muscular thighs settled on Dimitri's shoulders, leaving him already almost pressed to Dimitri's face.

He threads his fingers back into Dimitri's hair - mostly just to ground himself as his pulse rises, but, inevitably, the grip of his hands in Dimitri's hair, ready to pull and direct whether Caspar has thought of that or not, may carry some suggestion of control.] Okay-- okay. C'mon.

[dimitea]

[He makes sure to hold steady as Caspar shifts and once those bare thighs are on his shoulders and he can feel that weight against him it's almost like he losses himself for a moment. Caspar is pushed against a wall as his mouth finds it's new home between Caspar's thighs.

He can't taste anything but he doesn't matter, his tongue laps at Caspar's core as if he was a starved beast, his hands pressed tightly at Caspar's thighs to keep him in place and possibly even bruising him. ]

[brawlin]

[Caspar pulls in a sharp, shuddering breath, fists clenching tight in Dimitri's hair. He grinds shamelessly against Dimitri's face, apparently unbothered by the force of Dimitri's grip on his thighs - yeah, that'll probably bruise, who cares, completely worth it.]

Mmn-- fuck, Dimitri...

[dimitea]

[The more bruises the better possibly. Dimitri doesn't want this to be a one time thing and he plans to leave many marks on Caspar, the more marks the more real it is. His tongue flits over that clit, teasing Caspar until he shifts to instead fuck him with his tongue. There are deep growls of pleasure leaving him as he desperately tried to get any sort of taste of Caspar on him.]

[brawlin]

[All Caspar can do - all he wants to do - is cling to Dimitri, gasping breaths rising to moans at the way that growling reverberates into him through Dimitri's tongue, at every slide of his clit against Dimitri's lips.

It only takes a few minutes for those moans to peak as Caspar cries out, going tense and spasming around Dimitri's tongue-- and definitely pulling on his hair. Hopefully that's something he's at least kind of into.]

[dimitea]

[It's a sure shame that Dimitri can only barely taste Caspar once his orgasm hits him. He knows it happened, can feel Caspar tense up on him and he makes sure to look up then, momentarily giving him a break with his tongue to watch the way Caspar's face looks in pleasure. It definitely gets Dimitri excited and he goes back in like a man starved to lick up every drop of Caspar's slickness, taste or no taste.

The hair pulling only gets another pleased growl from him as he keeps devouring Caspar, his grip on those thighs growing tighter, almost painfully as he teases more of Caspar's already pleasured clit.]

[brawlin]

[When Dimitri pauses to look up, his gaze meets Caspar's, hazy with the shocks of pleasure that have his skin flushed from his ears down to his chest. And then Dimitri goes back in, and Caspar jerks in his grasp, keening at the fresh stimulation.

He's immediately so tense he's trembling, fingers fisted tight in Dimitri's hair as his body is pulled between wanting to pull away and stay right where he is. He kind of tries to start saying something, maybe just a breathless stammering of Dimitri's name, but whatever it is doesn't get out before he cums again.]

[dimitea]

[Once more the taste is lost on him but the sight of it, the feeling of it is all Dimitri really needs. He laps up all of Caspar's orgasm as if it's the nectar of the gods themselves and this time he is leaving bruise marks on those pretty thighs. His own legs get a little weka not from holding up Caspar but he wants more and just merely eating him out isn't enough for him yet. His own cock is twitching for some stimulation.]

That's it...you're so good Caspar.

[Dimitri manages to pull away for a moment, speaking in that needy deep voice in between licking his folds. He eventually lets Caspar slide down him a little until they are eye to eye and Dimitri' put's his forehead against Caspar's.]

Can you go again? Do you need to rest?

[brawlin]

[Caspar slumps back against the wall, shuddering through the aftershocks. When Dimitri moves him down, resting their foreheads together, Caspar laces his fingers behind Dimitri's head and answers with a shaky nod.]

Yeah... yeah, I'm good to keep going.