wayofthehousekeeper | [seasons] IC Inbox

[ Who could have guessed that trying to hide secrets from your closest friend who knows you best wouldn't work, certainly not Thoma. ]

[ More. ]

[ Thoma is more than glad to give him just that, hungry as he is for this. He presses into the kiss with a small groan, umbrella falling forgotten beside them out of his need to touch Ayato with both of his hands, to curl an arm around his waist so he can pull him up close and feel the comfort of having Ayato in his arms. To reassure him that this isn't some particularly creative dream he's in once more. ]

[ Funny, how the rain does nothing to cool his desires, nor heat them further; there's just no way he could want to be kissing his lord more than he already does. Each kiss he takes, deep and warm, steals his breath away more and more and builds his desires higher. He could drown in this, kissing Ayato here and now, burying his own breathy moans of need against his lips. ]

[ It already feels like he is drowning. ]

{ his brow furrows as rain patters on his face and hair again, a noise of protest sneaking to the back of his throat before he can help it. it is entirely only due to the rain though, which hopefully the hand that had been gripping thoma's jacket for dear life moving to curl around the back of thoma's neck as well will prove. he doesn't want the kissing to stop--he wants the rain to stop.

and as if on cue, he has to pull his mouth away suddenly, head twisting to sneeze into his own shoulder.

how romantic. }

Perha-- { and then he's clearing his throat, trying to get it back to normal when it cracks. } Perhaps we should continue this somewhere warmer?

{ they're both going to end up ill at this rate. }

[ One moment he's wrapped up in their world of two, unable to register the rain falling around them because of the feeling of Ayato's lips against his, and the next... ]

[ Sorry Ayato but he's chuckling a little helplessly at how cute he thinks even that sneeze is. His face might still be flushed, but at least he has enough of his mind back that he reaches out to pick up that fallen umbrella, keeping his other hand around Ayato's waist. ]

I'm feeling plenty warm as is but... a little drier might be nice.

{ his eyes snap back to thoma's as he laughs, as though he was going to be annoying for being laughed at--but he can't stay that way, not when he's flushed and already reaching for the umbrella for them both.

and it's incredibly nice he still hasn't let go, even if ayato has to let his own hand drop to give thoma space to move. }

Let's go to your apartment.

{ it sounds a lot more suggestive than he intends, but megumi is staying on their couch now and he doesn't want a teenager interrupting when he wants them to keep kissing. }

[ Your apartment. ]

[ He flushes a bit more at that suggestion, and hopefully it's not a bad thing that he lets himself hope it's meant to be suggestive. Because right now, raising the umbrella rather uselessly over them both and looking at Ayato again, he can't help but lean in for a stolen kiss while thinking of the many, many more he'd like to steal away. ]

Mm... let's go.

[ And try very hard not to traumatize newly arrived teenagers. ]

{ there's no surprise this time when thoma leans in again, and yet again the kiss eases that tingling on his lips from another set of rainwater does to him. he sniffles, free hand reaching to pull at his collar that feels stuck to his skin. perhaps a downside to wearing turtlenecks but not a coat that covers the same area. his hair is soaked enough that the water just seeps from that and into the fabric of his clothes more.

and then he's leaning in closer, trying to keep out of the rain and under the shared umbrella. }

At least it isn't too far from here.

{ the teleporter isn't anyway, and it's very possible the centre of the city isn't even raining compared to here. }

[ His arm curls just that little more tighter around Ayato, sharing his body warmth with him as he turns them to head for the teleporter. There's a flash of worry at just how cold and wet he begins to realize Ayato feels against him, and any desire to delay their return is dashed away easily in light of duty. ]

[ He could offer the other umbrella he'd brought but then Ayato wouldn't be able to use him as a personal space heater to keep warm. That was clearly the only reason for this. ]

I hope I didn't keep you waiting out here too long- you're soaked through.

There was a downpour.

{ which hopefully explains it. it really wasn't anything to do with timing at all. if it's anyone's fault, it's ayato's for forgetting an umbrella to begin with. he doesn't forget every time, but since what happened with kaveh on their quest the other day he's been a lot more distracted.

at least he slowed down the amount of quests he was taking on.

his hand shifts from pulling at his collar finally, dropping until it can curl over thoma's. there's a light pull, an ease of pressure, and then he's tucking his fingers between and holding thoma's hand to his own body.

and the next time he speaks, his voice is lower. this time it is suggestive. }

And here I thought you'd be rushing to get me home and undressed.

[ Ayato remains the reigning champion in how quickly and easily he can fluster Thoma, the likely expected blush running across his cheeks like a lightning bolt. His hand feels exceptionally warm from where Ayato is holding him and if it were possible for a hand to blush, his probably would. ]

[ If his steps start to quicken a bit before he catches how predictably he's reacting, that is absolutely Ayato's fault. ]

I'm- O-Of course, I want to-!

Get you warmed u- dried off! I mean!

[ Ayato please he's a dying man and they have to go all the way back to his apartment. ]

{ holding his hand right beforehand may have partially been for this, though a good amount of it is to do with the pain in his side, there's a great deal more to be said for how thoma reacts to things. if it had been delightful before, now he's more aware of his own stance on this and can press on the subject of it, it's magnificent.

he's laughing under his breath at the quicker steps, the way he has to catch himself.

he is not helping when he leans in a little more, breath hot against his ear, so he can speak to him directly. }

What happened to not restraining yourself?

[ He whines at that, at the way Ayato's breath brushes over his ear and his voice rings through his ear, and promptly goes even redder when he realizes the noise he just made. This is bullying and yet there's a hot moment that's plainly obvious on his face where Thoma considers just picking Ayato up so he can carry him back to his apartment and- ]

[ And he'd absolutely die if anyone saw them like that but also he's dying now. ]

[ His mumble is quiet, voice lowered for just Ayato to hear because he couldn't handle anyone else hearing him. ]

If I don't restrain myself just a little now, we won't make it back to my apartment.

{ thankfully, he does keep quiet at that, seemingly pleased by the answer if the way he squeezes thoma's hand is anything to go by.

he only lets go when they reach the teleporter, wasting no time in inputting the details for nightwake so they can go back to the apartments. but, right before he hits the enter key (and after checking no one else will be able to hear) he has one last thing to add: }

I'll bear that in mind for the future.

{ it probably sounds as much like a threat as it does a promise. }

[ It's absolutely both and the last thing Ayato probably sees before they teleport is the way Thoma's face flushes bright red. ]

[ How he manages to get them back to his apartment without 'not restraining himself' in some tucked away corner is nothing short of miracle. It doesn't last long at all once they're through the door though, because it only takes a quick glance toward a certain spot in the room before he's tugging Ayato straight for the bathroom. ]

[ Desperately trying to pretend he's not blushing all the harder as he murmurs. ]

Rui's not home.

{ just like clockwork.

but as soon as they're through the door, ayato is trying to toe off one shoe as thoma is doing that glance to see if rui is home. one shoe is off, and just as he's starting on the second he's pulled. it's probably one of his least graceful moments as he trips over the one shoe he did get off, accidentally kicking it aside, and stumbling along after him. }

Ah--

[ Thoma's quick to reach out an arm at least, turning to catch the other man before he can fall with some confusion. He glances down to see what Ayato could have tripped on and- ah. ]

[ His eagerness is getting him into trouble again. ]

Oh- here, let me help.

[ Is Thoma about to get down on his knees to take off Ayato's shoes for him with a delicacy that belies how flustered he is, absolutely. ]

{ in all fairness, his eagerness is entirely ayato's fault. he purposefully laid the groundwork for this to happen, he shouldn't be surprised. }

You still need to take your own off. { it's quiet though, eyes lidding as he watches the gentle way thoma moves to help. he's in good enough hands that he can turn some of his attention to the wet gloves, peeling those off and tossing them to the floor beside that already removed shoe.

he was trying to be kind enough to leave most of the articles of clothing that had been drenched by the doorway, careful to not step it into the apartment. }

[ Thoma is an avid support of #AyatoDidNothingWrong, even if he's a frequent victim of it. ]

[ And it's with a surprisingly serious tone that Thoma uses when he looks up to face Ayato, the other man's shoe fully off and in hand now. ]

My lord, with all due respect, I don't have nearly enough patience to get my boots off until you are either in the shower or on my bed.

[ His ears might be burning red as he says that but please, he's only human. ]

{ his foot lands back on the floor, which is likely a good thing as blood rushes to his face faster than either of them are likely prepared for, thoma's words catching him off guard. }

I hope you aren't implying you'd get in the shower with your boots on, Thoma.

{ he exhales, almost like he's been holding his breath since those words left the other's mouth.

then he's pulling off his coat, not even bothering to try and hang it anyway and just dumps on the floor next to his gloves and singular shoe. }

And the shower would be a little complicated right now-- { he isn't saying why yet, but the reasons are twofold. } --so let's go with bed.

[ Thank the archons they're the only ones in this apartment right now because he'd die again if someone else had heard him say that. But it is in fact impossible for him to even think of starting to untie his boots until... until he'd confirmed that this was real? Until he had Ayato against him or under him or...? In his hazy mind, he hadn't been sure of which. But his bed was a good step toward it. ]

The bed then.

[ Ayato's shoe is neatly set aside amid the falling clothes, which is all the prompting Thoma needs to lose his own jacket and gloves as he stands back up. Both join Ayato's clothes on the floor of the hallway and he hesitates a moment before peeling off his shirt as well to join them. ]

[ Sorry Rui, he'll clean all this up later, please don't come home early today. ]

{ three weeks of thinking and it feels like so much is happening and not enough at the same time. but he's unfortunately incredibly aware of the patch on his side, at the concern and worry that is going to take over the moment as soon as his top goes up.

even if he's also incredibly distracted by how many layers of clothes thoma loses in what feels like an instant.

but before the moment is ruined, he'll say it now. }

I want to make it very clear, I don't want this to stop, nor do I want you to be overly concerned. I'm fine.

{ as much as he may sound commanding, there's definitely a tone of worry there as his hands move to pull his own top up and off. it's a little awkward because his collar is practically glued to his neck with rain, but once it is it'll be incredibly clear what he means.

there's bandages, a patch and tape over his side, a few cuts and bruises elsewhere, but they are clearly not the thing he was talking about. }

[ Thoma nearly opens his mouth to ask, but then Ayato's stripping off his top and his gaze flickers down to take in those traces of injury across Ayato's body. There's that flash of guilt that happens every time he's seen his lord in some state of injury, as if it's fault directly that he's injured even though he knows reasonably that he can't protect Ayato every hour of the day. Even more so here, where all of them would head out for days at a time on quests. ]

[ This is just what can happen. ]

[ All the same, his eyes soften, but he holds back those unwarranted feelings of guilt and failure of protecting Ayato to focus on him and his words. If he lets himself get caught up in this, he feels like they'll never be able to step past their relationship as master and servant, and it'd hurt too much to lose that chance. So he reaches out instead, letting his hand fall to Ayato's waist opposite that patch and leans in to murmur softly. ]

I won't stop. Though I hope you will forgive me for being gentler from now on.

[ Emboldened, he dares to press a kiss over Ayato's shoulder, in part to hide the small, shy smile he gives as he hopes again. ]

Or let me make it up to you once you are fully recovered.

[ At least this has done miracles for his patience. ]

{ he hyper focuses on thoma's face, checking for signs of his feelings and thoughts as he processes this. it isn't the first time he's been injured, nor will it likely be the last, but it's not as though he doesn't know the outcomes.

and then when that softer way he's looked at happens he lets out a small sigh of relief. his eyes close for a moment, relishes in the feeling of his hand on his skin again. his hand moves to the back of thoma's neck, fingertips delving into his hair, lightly pulling at the tie there. }

If I'm forgiven for not telling you about this before now, you're forgiven.

{ it's a quiet murmur, and he forces his eyes open again just in case he misses anything, even if thoma's head is tipped down to kiss against his skin. at least this gives him easier access to murmur quietly in his ear as well. }

But I'll hold that to you, { and his other hand will lift up then splays across thoma's chest instead, craving the touch but also wanting to gently nudge him, pushing him back towards his room, one gentle step at a time. } when I'm fully recovered.

{ you can stop hoping, thoma, it's happening. you don't need to hope for something you already have. }

[ You try having a giant crush and attraction to someone you thought you could never hav- ... wait. Never mind. ]

[ Hearing Ayato agree to his offer pulls a smile out of him, even more so as his ear goes red from hearing his lord's smooth voice so close. The smile's still there as he's nudged back, shifting to something more warm and affectionate as he turns to finish leading them back into his room. With a hint of teasing to it. ]

I hope you weren't trying to hide it from me.

[ And honestly Ayato's injury is helping a lot in his self-control, because he doesn't push the clan leader back onto the bed as he may have been tempted to when he was in a dazed state of mind. Undoubtedly getting one edge of the bed wet in the process. Instead he'll reach out for Ayato again to pull him into another kiss once his bedroom door is closed, far sweeter and affectionate than the ones before. ]

It hasn't been that long. { it's a softer protest as well, too caught up in the way his feet move across the floor, heading back into the same room they'd been together in before. only this time it's different. this time thoma knows completely what he's doing, nor is he a hazy mess (yet) and they're both here knowing that there would be more to come.

not necessarily just with this, but other things as well. } I wasn't sure how to broach the subject.

{ but that's the last he'll say now they're in the room. he feels the door close behind them, anticipation curling in his stomach, and then he's kissed again. the sweeter and more affectionate style to it as appreciated and enjoyed just as much. in fact, in a way, it brings more of a flush to his face than the raw desire ones had.

it means a lot more, in a way. cements what is actually happening here.

cements it more when both of ayato's hands are moving up to curl up and around thoma's neck, pulling him closer and against himself. }

[ Thoma melts. Melts into the arms that wrap around his neck, pulling them closer and he's sure Ayato can feel his heart beat when their bodies press together. Melts into the kiss with a quiet, pleased sound as he's hypnotized once more by how soft Ayato's lips are. Melts at the look on Ayato's face when his own eyes flutter open and he catches the soft flush on the other's cheeks that heat up his own with a innocent pleasure at getting to see that expression. ]

[ His hands come to a rest loosely around his lord's waist and it takes losing his breath for him to break their kiss finally. Even then he lingers close, letting his shallow pants for air fall in the air between them. ]

Is there...

[ He has to pause to lick his lips and catch up to his thoughts because really, he could just kiss Ayato forever. ]

Is there anywhere else I should be careful of... ?

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

omg that was supposed to be annoyed not annoying...

Forever haunted by typo

that's what i get for tagging first thing in the morning

late night me has the same problem it's okay

it's funny because i'm actually a morning person...

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject