[ After baby hours and the fire, they can just meet up at his penthouse on Tuesday sometime. He's sitting by the fire with a book and not really reading it, just staring up at nothing for a second before Aventurine walks in. ]
Is Nehan sitting on a couch or an armchair, well, it doesn't matter because Aventurine drops into a sit right next to him, squeezing his way in. Imagine personal space. It's gone now. ]
You were cute yesterday.
[ Says the one who had been a child as he ignores all sister topics. ]
[ No, he is not. His injuries are healing along nicely. But that's beside the point as he takes hold of the hand flicking his hair to lean his face against it instead. The arm around Nehan's waist tightens. ]
I haven't found the time to properly thank you for your treatments.
[ Unfortunately, he is very good at taking care of wounds; Aventurine's are probably looking better, and he doesn't seem so plagued by matters of the mind now, either. So he doesn't need to be here any longer, seeking out health or comfort. ]
You can pay me back by not getting yourself beat up anymore.
[ He goes back to pinching his cheek when he's repositioned, more firmly this time. ]
They're holding hands now. He stares at that too, though he doesn't draw away. There's a moment where he can't figure out how much of this is posturing anymore, on either of their ends, which is...
As though to make up for the gentle implication in Aventurine's voice, his takes on a steelier edge. ]
Because there's nothing I want. Stop reading into it.
And if you're doing this because you feel obligated to me somehow, don't.
[ Okay, that gets him to pause for a moment before he draws his arm away. And while their hands remain linked together, Aventurine creates some distance between them, if only to try and get a proper look at Nehan's face. ]
... Is something wrong?
[ Aventurine's own expression reveals both concern and confusion, his eyebrows drawn together. He'd grown used to their silly back and forths, the ability to press and be pressed upon. So this... this feels out of the ordinary. ]
[ They do have a weirdly easy back and forth most days, and he's mucking it up. The concern is—the opposite of what he was going for. Without his usual iron grip on his emotions, he holds onto Aventurine's hand without meaning to, quick to loosen it again. ]
No.
[ He'd made a point of saying how he wouldn't lose, but now he's slipped up first. Embarrassing. ]
This does nothing to alleviate his concerns, but Aventurine won't push the topic, still uncertain of what that had been just moments ago. His confusion slips into something a little more thoughtful, and he glances down at their joined hands before looking back at Nehan. ]
I can't have just wanted to see you?
[ It's a genuine response, no teasing behind it this time. ]
[ He doesn't really know how to respond to that, or the sincerity of it. It'd be easier if he still just thought that Aventurine had wanted to use him—at least that's straightforward. That's something he's used to.
He closes his eyes for a second and collects himself. ]
...I don't see why you would. There's plenty of livelier types here now to entertain you. [ Graveyard's busy these days. ]
[ There's a small smile on his face as he eases his way back into a comfortable familiarity. ]
There are, [ he says while thinking about everything that's happened in such a short time. ] This place has changed a lot in just a few weeks.
[ And then down on the couch he goes, throwing himself back on it just like he'd done not too long ago, but this time, he isn't going for Nehan's lap. He lands on the other side, using their linked hands to try and pull Nehan down with him. ]
[ Yaaay, now they can lie on the couch together, except it's more like Aventurine pulls Nehan on top of him so that they're comfy and not just squished sideways on the couch.
He also places his arm back around Nehan's waist to keep him there. Like, yeah, Aventurine gets called a twink, but he's not all skin and bones unlike some people in this penthouse. ]
This may be hard to believe, Nehan, but I like spending time with you.
[ fellas is it alpha to have another man on top of you
He's surprised, and there's a good solid second where it seems he might freeze up and try to say something scathing, but—this is so ridiculous he doesn't bother. He just gives up for now.
Besides—and more crucially—Aventurine is being annoying. Weak or not, he can still use his good arm to prop himself up a little with his elbow, looking down at him, narrowing his eye. ]
It's not that hard to believe. I already knew you were an idiot.
But he laughs quietly, content to rest against a couch cushion, grow accustomed to Nehan's weight on him, and just enjoy this moment for what it is, as strange as it is. Like this, Aventurine thinks he might have an idea of the source of the small confrontation from earlier, might understand what could have caused it. ]
If that's what you think of me, I won't stop you.
[ Taste is overrated. He releases their joined hands to run the very tips of his fingers through Nehan's bangs, brushing them aside. ]
But I hope to be someone you can learn to rely on, too.
[ Even with just a soft laugh, he can feel it vibrate against his chest when they're laying against each other like this, ears drooped and eyes shutting briefly while Aventurine touches his hair. It takes adjusting to, but not as much as it should, and not in such a bad way.
Maybe he really could get used to all of this—and isn't that a dangerous thought? ]
...All that talk of overtaking me, and now you're saying I can lean on you.
[ He reminds himself that he's supposed to stay ahead of him, not just fall comfortably in place. And he's certainly lost ground just now.
So he doesn't need the surge of confidence to do this, but just their normal, stupid escalation: he drops his head, pressing in for a gentle kiss. It's slow, but not quite sweet when he catches Aventurine's lower lip between his teeth, biting lightly as he draws away again. ]
[ It's not an entirely unexpected move in their positions, but he still feels a peculiar fluttering in his stomach when Nehan drops in for the kiss. There's no hurry to it, and Aventurine closes his eyes and kisses back just as slow, just as leisurely.
And then has to fight back an annoyed sound when it ends. The bite to his lip does at least get him to laugh quietly, but when he opens his eyes, there's a darker look to his gaze. ]
Can't it be both?
[ He asks in a murmur, his fingers reaching over to curl themselves around the back of Nehan's neck. Aventurine pulls him back in, enough just so that their lips can brush together as he continues speaking. ]
Sorry, but I think you'll find me to be a bit greedy. [ There's nothing apologetic in either his tone or the smug look in his eyes, and the arm around Nehan's waist tightens once more. ] And a bit insatiable.
[ Aventurine closes the barely there gap between them, returning to their kiss. Again, there isn't a rush to it, but it's deeper this time, hungrier. ]
[ He's not usually the type to fool around; it's boring and messy and always a power thing. This is different, at least. Lazier and syrupy. If there are still strings attached, they're easier not to mind. (Can it be both? Is it really either?)
It doesn't have to mean anything, and he doesn't read into the way he looks at him, but it's still nice. He rests more of his weight against Aventurine, and responds with patience. He's in no rush, even as he opens his mouth to kiss more deeply, fully.
He only pauses to sigh, breathing against his lips. ]
[ That's both of them looking to take their sweet time. Aventurine, despite his constant posturing, isn't one to throw himself into bed with just anyone, and over the past month of mishaps, misgivings, and misfortunes, Nehan has become someone.
His hands begin to wander, eager and curious, and while the unexplainable boost in confidence helps things along, Aventurine knows the feeling of fond warmth centered in his chest belongs to him alone. He's lost in the moment, a satisfied smile on his face when the pause comes.
And then he's laughing at the threat, breathless and easy. Delighted. ]
Then bite me again.
[ me at the in-n-out asking francy and dana do people ftb in mg and being told they sure do. this is a good christian audience post so this thread will end here. ]
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week 3, tuesday
...All grown up now?
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Is Nehan sitting on a couch or an armchair, well, it doesn't matter because Aventurine drops into a sit right next to him, squeezing his way in. Imagine personal space. It's gone now. ]
You were cute yesterday.
[ Says the one who had been a child as he ignores all sister topics. ]
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Anyway, this is annoying but expected. They can be squeezed on this couch together even though there's plenty of room. ]
Oh, I'm sure everyone would argue you were the cute one. [ pinches his cheek lightly like a wittle baby ]
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Aventurine will take this abuse for now, using the opportunity to snake an arm around Nehan's waist. ]
Only because they didn't get to see what I did.
[ He may be acting like a freak, but he does sound a little grateful. ]
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Somehow, the gratitude is less tolerable, though he does look at his arm for a solid few seconds. How is this worse than affection week. ]
Being polite to a child isn't anything special.
[ Not to be outdone, he only lets go of his face to rest his arm on Aventurine's shoulder, flicking at his hair. ]
Now that you're back to normal, don't expect anymore special treatment.
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I'm still an ailing patient, Nehan.
[ No, he is not. His injuries are healing along nicely. But that's beside the point as he takes hold of the hand flicking his hair to lean his face against it instead. The arm around Nehan's waist tightens. ]
I haven't found the time to properly thank you for your treatments.
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You can pay me back by not getting yourself beat up anymore.
[ He goes back to pinching his cheek when he's repositioned, more firmly this time. ]
I don't need your thanks.
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Also, the pinching must be stopped. Aventurine will grab Nehan's hand again and hold it this time, lacing their fingers together. ]
I know you don't, [ he says, a little softer this time. ] You don't really ask for much at all, do you?
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They're holding hands now. He stares at that too, though he doesn't draw away. There's a moment where he can't figure out how much of this is posturing anymore, on either of their ends, which is...
As though to make up for the gentle implication in Aventurine's voice, his takes on a steelier edge. ]
Because there's nothing I want. Stop reading into it.
And if you're doing this because you feel obligated to me somehow, don't.
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... Is something wrong?
[ Aventurine's own expression reveals both concern and confusion, his eyebrows drawn together. He'd grown used to their silly back and forths, the ability to press and be pressed upon. So this... this feels out of the ordinary. ]
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No.
[ He'd made a point of saying how he wouldn't lose, but now he's slipped up first. Embarrassing. ]
It's nothing. What did you want?
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This does nothing to alleviate his concerns, but Aventurine won't push the topic, still uncertain of what that had been just moments ago. His confusion slips into something a little more thoughtful, and he glances down at their joined hands before looking back at Nehan. ]
I can't have just wanted to see you?
[ It's a genuine response, no teasing behind it this time. ]
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He closes his eyes for a second and collects himself. ]
...I don't see why you would. There's plenty of livelier types here now to entertain you. [ Graveyard's busy these days. ]
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There are, [ he says while thinking about everything that's happened in such a short time. ] This place has changed a lot in just a few weeks.
[ And then down on the couch he goes, throwing himself back on it just like he'd done not too long ago, but this time, he isn't going for Nehan's lap. He lands on the other side, using their linked hands to try and pull Nehan down with him. ]
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Yeah. It's—ah.
[ Of course he's not going to be able to stay upright? He capsizes immediately, landing on the couch with a little pomf against the cushion. ]
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He also places his arm back around Nehan's waist to keep him there. Like, yeah, Aventurine gets called a twink, but he's not all skin and bones unlike some people in this penthouse. ]
This may be hard to believe, Nehan, but I like spending time with you.
[ He's so alpha right now. ]
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He's surprised, and there's a good solid second where it seems he might freeze up and try to say something scathing, but—this is so ridiculous he doesn't bother. He just gives up for now.
Besides—and more crucially—Aventurine is being annoying. Weak or not, he can still use his good arm to prop himself up a little with his elbow, looking down at him, narrowing his eye. ]
It's not that hard to believe. I already knew you were an idiot.
[ Get taste? ]
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But he laughs quietly, content to rest against a couch cushion, grow accustomed to Nehan's weight on him, and just enjoy this moment for what it is, as strange as it is. Like this, Aventurine thinks he might have an idea of the source of the small confrontation from earlier, might understand what could have caused it. ]
If that's what you think of me, I won't stop you.
[ Taste is overrated. He releases their joined hands to run the very tips of his fingers through Nehan's bangs, brushing them aside. ]
But I hope to be someone you can learn to rely on, too.
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Maybe he really could get used to all of this—and isn't that a dangerous thought? ]
...All that talk of overtaking me, and now you're saying I can lean on you.
[ He reminds himself that he's supposed to stay ahead of him, not just fall comfortably in place. And he's certainly lost ground just now.
So he doesn't need the surge of confidence to do this, but just their normal, stupid escalation: he drops his head, pressing in for a gentle kiss. It's slow, but not quite sweet when he catches Aventurine's lower lip between his teeth, biting lightly as he draws away again. ]
Which is it?
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And then has to fight back an annoyed sound when it ends. The bite to his lip does at least get him to laugh quietly, but when he opens his eyes, there's a darker look to his gaze. ]
Can't it be both?
[ He asks in a murmur, his fingers reaching over to curl themselves around the back of Nehan's neck. Aventurine pulls him back in, enough just so that their lips can brush together as he continues speaking. ]
Sorry, but I think you'll find me to be a bit greedy. [ There's nothing apologetic in either his tone or the smug look in his eyes, and the arm around Nehan's waist tightens once more. ] And a bit insatiable.
[ Aventurine closes the barely there gap between them, returning to their kiss. Again, there isn't a rush to it, but it's deeper this time, hungrier. ]
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It doesn't have to mean anything, and he doesn't read into the way he looks at him, but it's still nice. He rests more of his weight against Aventurine, and responds with patience. He's in no rush, even as he opens his mouth to kiss more deeply, fully.
He only pauses to sigh, breathing against his lips. ]
—I should've known you'd be chatty.
[ Even when they're making out. ]
Be quiet or I'll bite you again.
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His hands begin to wander, eager and curious, and while the unexplainable boost in confidence helps things along, Aventurine knows the feeling of fond warmth centered in his chest belongs to him alone. He's lost in the moment, a satisfied smile on his face when the pause comes.
And then he's laughing at the threat, breathless and easy. Delighted. ]
Then bite me again.
[ me at the in-n-out asking francy and dana do people ftb in mg and being told they sure do. this is a good christian audience post so this thread will end here. ]
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