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[ One thing that is practical about their ever-busy shadowy companions is that listening to the gossiping of the extras makes it exceptionally easy to find somebody's whereabouts if you really want to. It's been about around two hours since their little exchange on the network when Ainosuke comes to seek out Solomon in the dizzying spirals of the library. He is dressed down compared to the way he carried himself the last few days - suit jacket foregone in favor of just his vest, upper button of his dress shirt undone.
He leans against the shelf Solomon is currently browsing, the perfect picture of composure. His smile is a little wider than the practiced usual one, his canines showing. ]
Hmm, your gaze is a little too sharp to be likened to doves. But your hair... like a gentle fluttering of feathers. Will you forgive the departure from script, Solomon?
He leans against the shelf Solomon is currently browsing, the perfect picture of composure. His smile is a little wider than the practiced usual one, his canines showing. ]
Hmm, your gaze is a little too sharp to be likened to doves. But your hair... like a gentle fluttering of feathers. Will you forgive the departure from script, Solomon?
[Those noticeable locks of white make him easy to spot, tucked into the harsh metal covers of the humanities section. He wears what he always does out here in the school, thin dark pin stripes of a more casual suit with a turtleneck of black keeping the skin of his nape covered neatly.
He's too far into his reading to notice Ainosuke outright. But his eyes flick over at the voice, brows raising slightly as--
...
Ah.
His eyes lid slightly in immediate understanding. Color him surprised, if this is his little snake from the forum. Or, perhaps, just a bit of a snoop come to pull his leg. Either way, he seems to have done his homework, and it quirks his lips in a smile that isn't quite all there.]
Mm. [The book in his hand slowly snaps shut.] You're being rather bold, little prodigal sin.
Should I take offense at the theft of another man's script? Your own words seem to suffice so long as you don't stifle them.
He's too far into his reading to notice Ainosuke outright. But his eyes flick over at the voice, brows raising slightly as--
...
Ah.
His eyes lid slightly in immediate understanding. Color him surprised, if this is his little snake from the forum. Or, perhaps, just a bit of a snoop come to pull his leg. Either way, he seems to have done his homework, and it quirks his lips in a smile that isn't quite all there.]
Mm. [The book in his hand slowly snaps shut.] You're being rather bold, little prodigal sin.
Should I take offense at the theft of another man's script? Your own words seem to suffice so long as you don't stifle them.
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Theft? How harsh. Take it as hommage, as playing along, as appreciation of words that have vexed theologians so.
[ Ainosuke doesn't truly believe Solomon to be the King Solomon he's learned and read about. Surely not. But a part of him can't help feel a certain excitement at the idea, even more blasphemous than everything else he's set his sights on today. ]
But if it's my own words you require, I'll have plenty. I don't make empty promises.
[ Ainosuke doesn't truly believe Solomon to be the King Solomon he's learned and read about. Surely not. But a part of him can't help feel a certain excitement at the idea, even more blasphemous than everything else he's set his sights on today. ]
But if it's my own words you require, I'll have plenty. I don't make empty promises.
[He chuckles, turning his eyes back to the bookcase.]
Promises can be dangerous. [There's something slightly empty in the statement as the book is reshelved with quiet smoothness.] But if you want an agreement to be made, perhaps I should test your resolve.
[A beat. The sense of play is pushed aside just slightly, something genuine and sympathetic crossing his eyes for the briefest moment.]
What a different side of you this is.
Promises can be dangerous. [There's something slightly empty in the statement as the book is reshelved with quiet smoothness.] But if you want an agreement to be made, perhaps I should test your resolve.
[A beat. The sense of play is pushed aside just slightly, something genuine and sympathetic crossing his eyes for the briefest moment.]
What a different side of you this is.
[ 'Test his resolve', huh? There really is something about the way Solomon speaks that continues to be irksome - if only because that domineering gentleness is sometimes like looking in a mirror and seeing one of his faces reflected back at him for a brief second.
Ainosuke laughs, low. ]
I hope you did not think you'd understood me from just three days of living together. Your lack of curiosity could wound a man.
[ Not him though, you don't get to hurt him. ]
Ainosuke laughs, low. ]
I hope you did not think you'd understood me from just three days of living together. Your lack of curiosity could wound a man.
[ Not him though, you don't get to hurt him. ]
You hold yourself back with some very practiced restraint in closed quarters.
[A beat, a turn, a very careful and smooth stepping forward. Like a cat, normally playful, falling on some unknown instinct with eyes that sharpen.]
And yet, somehow, I wouldn't call this restraint. Is it a mask, or am I seeing those doors opening wide for you?
[Closer. His voice drops quiet.]
Would you let me get a better look?
[A beat, a turn, a very careful and smooth stepping forward. Like a cat, normally playful, falling on some unknown instinct with eyes that sharpen.]
And yet, somehow, I wouldn't call this restraint. Is it a mask, or am I seeing those doors opening wide for you?
[Closer. His voice drops quiet.]
Would you let me get a better look?
[ Ainosuke shows himself unintimidated by the approach, if not amused by the way he has to look ever so slightly downward to meet Solomon's eyes. ]
Just what do you think I came here for?
[ They're in public and he's very aware of it. There are eyeless eyes all around, pitch black faces that see too much. Nothing can proceed further here. The most he'll allow himself is a gentle tap of his forefinger against Solomon's chest, teasing.
His voice is a whisper. ]
Though the doors that are to be opened are yours today. Father says it feels good to have be split apart and have your innermost dragged out... Let's see if He's a liar, why don't we?
[ And he turns to leave the library, not watching whether Solomon is following. He's certain he will. ]
Just what do you think I came here for?
[ They're in public and he's very aware of it. There are eyeless eyes all around, pitch black faces that see too much. Nothing can proceed further here. The most he'll allow himself is a gentle tap of his forefinger against Solomon's chest, teasing.
His voice is a whisper. ]
Though the doors that are to be opened are yours today. Father says it feels good to have be split apart and have your innermost dragged out... Let's see if He's a liar, why don't we?
[ And he turns to leave the library, not watching whether Solomon is following. He's certain he will. ]
[Aw, that's it?
He feigns a slight pout when that hand stops, his own fingers ghosting that wrist before it completely withdraws. But that gives him some part of his answer, at least. He really did seem to mean what he requested.
So locks of silver smoothly follow, enough distance to not make it obvious to the nosy, sparing his little waves at the tuttering Extras. Appearances for the masses, sincerity only held so far for their own good.
Where are you taking him, oh horny one?]
He feigns a slight pout when that hand stops, his own fingers ghosting that wrist before it completely withdraws. But that gives him some part of his answer, at least. He really did seem to mean what he requested.
So locks of silver smoothly follow, enough distance to not make it obvious to the nosy, sparing his little waves at the tuttering Extras. Appearances for the masses, sincerity only held so far for their own good.
Where are you taking him, oh horny one?]
[ They're headed towards one of the practice rooms. As much as Ainosuke would prefer a less clinical and boring location, practicality comes first here. It's a step up from the club bathrooms he once started in and it's soundproof, anyway. Not a luxury love hotel, but serviceable.
He decides on one of the smaller music practice rooms and enters, patiently waiting for Solomon to come after. ]
Lock the door behind you, if you please.
He decides on one of the smaller music practice rooms and enters, patiently waiting for Solomon to come after. ]
Lock the door behind you, if you please.
[Ah, thank heaven they're leaving the piano out of this.
Solomon slips in without further comment, an odd pause given with his back again the clicking door as though he's waiting on something, before-- oh, duh, no magic! Right, gotta lock that like a normal person. Silly silly him. At least he can do that without turning around, still framed against the door like food laid out on a platter, head cocked just slightly.]
Are you embarrassed by this?
Solomon slips in without further comment, an odd pause given with his back again the clicking door as though he's waiting on something, before-- oh, duh, no magic! Right, gotta lock that like a normal person. Silly silly him. At least he can do that without turning around, still framed against the door like food laid out on a platter, head cocked just slightly.]
Are you embarrassed by this?
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[ Embarrassed. It's dangerously close to hitting the mark, yet whirling past it all the same. Ainosuke laughs. ]
Do I look embarrassed to you?
[ He steps forward. With a locked door now separating them from the outside world, he has no more reason to hold back. He brings a hand under Solomon's chin, smiling at him with a concerning amount of teeth.
His concern for privacy, and even his deep seated sense of shame, should never be mistaken for a lack of confidence. He's a carnivore. ]
A blushing maiden unused to amorous encounters? You do think so lowly of others.
Do I look embarrassed to you?
[ He steps forward. With a locked door now separating them from the outside world, he has no more reason to hold back. He brings a hand under Solomon's chin, smiling at him with a concerning amount of teeth.
His concern for privacy, and even his deep seated sense of shame, should never be mistaken for a lack of confidence. He's a carnivore. ]
A blushing maiden unused to amorous encounters? You do think so lowly of others.
[His lips quirk, though it doesn't meet his eyes. Seeing the predator for what it is: the fox, eyeing the tiger's paw.]
Mm, hardly. To tower and attack and overwhelm... you wouldn't be so flavorfully bold if you didn't know exactly what you wanted.
[But only in secret. Only in discretion. Such confidence kept so close to his chest... was there any pride left in it?
He leans into the touch, framing Ainosuke's arms with a ghost of a touch that traces up the arm that cups his own face. Glancing at the undone button and the shock of skin underneath, up to the smile that twists so ferally.]
What colors I see in you, behind these curtains you keep drawn.
[A beat, and his touch withdraws, chin lifting slightly as to decline the advance.]
Regardless. I believe we need some ground rules before you eat me alive, my little snake.
Mm, hardly. To tower and attack and overwhelm... you wouldn't be so flavorfully bold if you didn't know exactly what you wanted.
[But only in secret. Only in discretion. Such confidence kept so close to his chest... was there any pride left in it?
He leans into the touch, framing Ainosuke's arms with a ghost of a touch that traces up the arm that cups his own face. Glancing at the undone button and the shock of skin underneath, up to the smile that twists so ferally.]
What colors I see in you, behind these curtains you keep drawn.
[A beat, and his touch withdraws, chin lifting slightly as to decline the advance.]
Regardless. I believe we need some ground rules before you eat me alive, my little snake.
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[ It irritates Ainosuke, to have his repression called out so front and center through this. His usual partners are too taken with him for such intrusive probing, or they are complete strangers who could not care less either way. This is a middle ground he hasn't had to navigate before, and it feels slippery.
Nevertheless, necessity brought them together and he is determined to make the best of it. It's been a while since he's had time to indulge. ]
Ah, you're a cautious man. Or just experienced?
[ Probably the latter. It's clear neither of them have any hesitation about encounters of this type. ]
Name your limits and I'll keep them in mind. I don't believe I need to explain the concept of a safeword to you either?
[ He's had to do that a few times, with partners far more nervous than this. ]
Nevertheless, necessity brought them together and he is determined to make the best of it. It's been a while since he's had time to indulge. ]
Ah, you're a cautious man. Or just experienced?
[ Probably the latter. It's clear neither of them have any hesitation about encounters of this type. ]
Name your limits and I'll keep them in mind. I don't believe I need to explain the concept of a safeword to you either?
[ He's had to do that a few times, with partners far more nervous than this. ]
[His smile just widens in amusement at the first question, but he doesn't answer, shrugging his jacket off and tossing it to the floor. The dark turtleneck left behind sits snug to him, a thin but healthy form with little true build.]
Of course not. "Castle" is a favorite, if that's not too hard to remember.
Mmn... No blood. No spit. No visible marks on the neck, and do not expect me to swallow anything. No treating me like your dog, or your belonging. And if you're going to do any daring positions, you'll have to be the one to hold our weight. Strength isn't my forte.
[Not that he thinks Ainosuke will have any issues with that, but yknow. Sorry if he has to pillow princess a little if you get too spicy.
Off goes his shoes as well.]
What about you?
Of course not. "Castle" is a favorite, if that's not too hard to remember.
Mmn... No blood. No spit. No visible marks on the neck, and do not expect me to swallow anything. No treating me like your dog, or your belonging. And if you're going to do any daring positions, you'll have to be the one to hold our weight. Strength isn't my forte.
[Not that he thinks Ainosuke will have any issues with that, but yknow. Sorry if he has to pillow princess a little if you get too spicy.
Off goes his shoes as well.]
What about you?
[ Ainosuke hums along to the list, implicit agreement, though he almost laughs at the 'dog' specification - there is only one man in the world he'd treat as a dog, and that man would never sleep with him. (Or he would, if told to, but he'd make the same impassive face the whole way through and Ainosuke would want to kill them both.) It's a bitter association to have brought into his mind for just a moment, and he is eager to chase it away. ]
Likewise, no visible marks. In fact, don't bother touching me more than necessary. The focus is on you today, and trust me, I'll make it worth your while.
[ ... ]
Don't grab my wrists.
[ This one doesn't even get elaboration but it's clearly a hard limit.
Ainosuke moves to takes off his tie and adds, with a cat-like smile: ] How do you feel about restraints?
Likewise, no visible marks. In fact, don't bother touching me more than necessary. The focus is on you today, and trust me, I'll make it worth your while.
[ ... ]
Don't grab my wrists.
[ This one doesn't even get elaboration but it's clearly a hard limit.
Ainosuke moves to takes off his tie and adds, with a cat-like smile: ] How do you feel about restraints?
[The hard limit is fine, but man. No touching, putting all the focus on him, already bringing up restraint... really, it sounds like this man just wants something man-shaped to bang and not an actual partner.
Not that he can really say much. How many times had Asmo dragged him into the bedroom in those early years and he'd let himself drift into fulfilling the needs of their pact rather than bothering to enjoy himself? A pact wasn't a partnership, after all. It wasn't even a friendship.
His brows raise slightly.]
It depends. How do you feel about me struggling?
I have to be able to participate somehow, you know.
Not that he can really say much. How many times had Asmo dragged him into the bedroom in those early years and he'd let himself drift into fulfilling the needs of their pact rather than bothering to enjoy himself? A pact wasn't a partnership, after all. It wasn't even a friendship.
His brows raise slightly.]
It depends. How do you feel about me struggling?
I have to be able to participate somehow, you know.
[ Ainosuke raises an eyebrow, as if this is genuinely the first time this occurred to him. ]
Is that so?
[ He thinks he's making a very good offer, and he's never let anyone leave dissatisfied yet. By his own accounts, he is a very selfless lover. ]
You can struggle, if you'd like. It adds spice. I'll play with you, don't you worry~
[ The lack of enthusiasm about tying up is at least noted - Ainosuke decides to keep it in his pocket as a later resort, depending on how much unwelcome touch he's receiving.
He steps back closer, placing a hand flat on Solomon's chest this time, and allowing it to rest there. ]
I do hate to hand it to Him, but the idea of making a flower bloom from within you is quite poetic.
Is that so?
[ He thinks he's making a very good offer, and he's never let anyone leave dissatisfied yet. By his own accounts, he is a very selfless lover. ]
You can struggle, if you'd like. It adds spice. I'll play with you, don't you worry~
[ The lack of enthusiasm about tying up is at least noted - Ainosuke decides to keep it in his pocket as a later resort, depending on how much unwelcome touch he's receiving.
He steps back closer, placing a hand flat on Solomon's chest this time, and allowing it to rest there. ]
I do hate to hand it to Him, but the idea of making a flower bloom from within you is quite poetic.
... tame you?
[ Ainosuke sounds deeply unimpressed by the suggestion. Solomon feels quite tame to him to begin with, emotions muted behind a friendly facade. But even if he weren't... ]
No. I want to set you free.
[ Solomon isn't the only one who relishes in the idea of pealing back the curtain, finding something wilder and more raw beneath. ]
[ Ainosuke sounds deeply unimpressed by the suggestion. Solomon feels quite tame to him to begin with, emotions muted behind a friendly facade. But even if he weren't... ]
No. I want to set you free.
[ Solomon isn't the only one who relishes in the idea of pealing back the curtain, finding something wilder and more raw beneath. ]
[ Ainosuke had wondered if he'd need to take Solomon's shirt off first, but he should have known that His miracles work beyond such measly constraints. All it takes is for him to push a little further and his hand sinks inside the unfamiliar depths of another being, grasping for that beautiful flower stem in the center. ]
Whats hidden in the depths, I want it to bloom in the light. Just for today, just for us. Won't you show me your heart?
[ His fingers close around it in that same moment, that single waiting rose. ]
Whats hidden in the depths, I want it to bloom in the light. Just for today, just for us. Won't you show me your heart?
[ His fingers close around it in that same moment, that single waiting rose. ]
[He bites down on the retort that he knows is pointless. I need no one to set me free. I am not the one who's trapped here.
It's sad. So very sad.
When the pressure starts to give, Solomon's breath hitches. When it reaches straight in with a confident grasp, a voiced groan follows it.
His hands ache to brace against the other man for balance, to touch and encourage. But his fists ball tight against his thighs, then open, then clench again in time with his shaking exhales.]
No holding back on me, now.
[A dare. If he was to parade so full in his words, then let him follow through in intent.]
It's sad. So very sad.
When the pressure starts to give, Solomon's breath hitches. When it reaches straight in with a confident grasp, a voiced groan follows it.
His hands ache to brace against the other man for balance, to touch and encourage. But his fists ball tight against his thighs, then open, then clench again in time with his shaking exhales.]
No holding back on me, now.
[A dare. If he was to parade so full in his words, then let him follow through in intent.]
I wouldn't dream of it.
[ It's certainly not hesitation that makes him stroke the rose stem for a moment longer than necessary before he begins to pull in earnest. ]
Oh, you already sound lovely like this...
[ It's basically a purr, let out as he leans in and locks their lips in a kiss. The rose inside loosens and slips back out along with Ainosuke's hand, still holding firmly onto it.
He let's the kiss linger a little longer than that, exploring the unfamiliar taste of a new partner, before drawing back so he can place the flower in Solomon's hair as the ritual requires.
Lovely, indeed. ]
[ It's certainly not hesitation that makes him stroke the rose stem for a moment longer than necessary before he begins to pull in earnest. ]
Oh, you already sound lovely like this...
[ It's basically a purr, let out as he leans in and locks their lips in a kiss. The rose inside loosens and slips back out along with Ainosuke's hand, still holding firmly onto it.
He let's the kiss linger a little longer than that, exploring the unfamiliar taste of a new partner, before drawing back so he can place the flower in Solomon's hair as the ritual requires.
Lovely, indeed. ]
[He takes up the kiss without hesitation, a comfortable and confident sort of energy in how he tries to coax that mouth open a little further against his. A sound of pleasure rises, heated and muffled against their lips with a shiver down his back, as the rosebud frees to open air and into Ainosuke's waiting grip. A deep, warm blue, like the depths of the sea.
The kiss pushes a little. A little more. And when Ainosuke withdraws to crown his Bride for the hour, Solomon's eyes are locked on him, a warm daze of pleasure contrasting the colder, hungry sharpness in his gaze.
He can't touch. So his hands move to tuck into the folds of his own shirt instead, as though he means to tease a stripping. But it doesn't take much fabric moved to show there might be a reason why the man doesn't show much skin. Traces of dark, foreign script, symbols and pentagrams and circles that follow the contures of his stomach up to his chest.]
Am I forbidden from this, as well? Or will you deign to strip me properly?
The kiss pushes a little. A little more. And when Ainosuke withdraws to crown his Bride for the hour, Solomon's eyes are locked on him, a warm daze of pleasure contrasting the colder, hungry sharpness in his gaze.
He can't touch. So his hands move to tuck into the folds of his own shirt instead, as though he means to tease a stripping. But it doesn't take much fabric moved to show there might be a reason why the man doesn't show much skin. Traces of dark, foreign script, symbols and pentagrams and circles that follow the contures of his stomach up to his chest.]
Am I forbidden from this, as well? Or will you deign to strip me properly?
[Solomon vanishes from the trial room as soon as he's sure that everyone is able and willing to get moving, and he stays conspicuously absent for the rest of the night. Even when the hours grow late and people start coming in for bed, Solomon does not appear.
It's close to 2 in the morning, perhaps 3, that the box bed door finally opens to a face that's ragged with pain and exhaustion, eyes locking onto Ainosuke and exhaustion only growing heavier. Ah... right. Right, Ainosuke slept near this edge. Damn it all.
If Ainosuke is awake, Solomon will weakly raise a finger to his lips, before simply letting the door close, his footsteps turning back around to go back down the stairs as his jacket is weakly thrown back over his shoulders. He's too tired to make this a scene right now. He'll sleep in the sitting room. Just for a little while.]
It's close to 2 in the morning, perhaps 3, that the box bed door finally opens to a face that's ragged with pain and exhaustion, eyes locking onto Ainosuke and exhaustion only growing heavier. Ah... right. Right, Ainosuke slept near this edge. Damn it all.
If Ainosuke is awake, Solomon will weakly raise a finger to his lips, before simply letting the door close, his footsteps turning back around to go back down the stairs as his jacket is weakly thrown back over his shoulders. He's too tired to make this a scene right now. He'll sleep in the sitting room. Just for a little while.]
[ Ainosuke is indeed awake, though not for lack of trying to achieve the opposite. He's restless, thoughts spiraling, and the bed is uncomfortable because it is not his own. It would be a lie to say that he wants to go home, but he doesn't want to be here either.
When Solomon comes in, that is a welcome distraction... or would be, if the man didn't seem hellbent on vanishing again instantly.
It takes Ainosuke a second to boot up to slide out of bed and after him, but it's before he can get to the stairs that a hand closes around Solomon's wrist, keeping him. ]
Where do you think you're going?
[ His voice is stern but a whisper, no waking the others. ]
When Solomon comes in, that is a welcome distraction... or would be, if the man didn't seem hellbent on vanishing again instantly.
It takes Ainosuke a second to boot up to slide out of bed and after him, but it's before he can get to the stairs that a hand closes around Solomon's wrist, keeping him. ]
Where do you think you're going?
[ His voice is stern but a whisper, no waking the others. ]
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