in the MID-AFTERNOON of VORTAS the 22nd, 2718
Xavier wasn't entirely sure they were ready for Juniper's body to move, content for a few long moments to have the freckled tsat nestled against them, hand on their flushed cheek, breathing steadying with the kind of reluctance that they craved. They certainly didn't mind being admired, either, and the ginger wick's wandering gaze elicited an effeminate sort of stretch and a hum of approval, violet eyes returning the favor over a body no less deserving of admiration in their opinion.
"Ent askin' ye t' leave 't 'f ye don't want. I ent so desperate for new clothes as 't seems." The albino musician purred in response, taunting the tailor with the reason they'd even arrived in his quaint little shop and quite aware that they'd willingly gotten out of all of their threadbare accoutrements for this unexpected bit of passion.
And how delicious it all was.
Juniper's slow, lingering kisses and his tangling together of bodies not at all finished with each other were far more pleasurable than the trying on of fabrics, the deciding of cuts for coats or trousers. The truth being that no matter how well Xavier wore the clothes they owned, the selection of them was always a far more difficult process than they preferred to make known. Anaxi fashion was demanding for clarity, as was Bastian and Hessean. Giorans often favored a sort of matriarchal androgyny, it was true, but the pale musician did not feel comfortable forced into a choice at all, let alone choosing from two presentations. Some days were easier than others, but other days, naked and in a stranger's bed was far more rewarding than deciding how the rest of Vita should perceive them for that moment.
Hands wandered, lithe fingers tracing over freckled skin and lacquered nails gentle over the familiar shapes and lines of the other wick's masculine musculature. They welcomed the drifting into a hazy, pleasant lack of any physical agenda, pressed together in relaxed, totally not urgent delights. Xavier hummed when Juniper's body shifted against theirs, reluctantly allowing him the use of his lips for words,
The willowy creature giggled first, then laughed, loud and musical, totally willing to use their lanky, lithe body as an anchor, totally more than willing to grip and hold the endearing tailor as inappropriately as possible. Teeth digging into their painted lower lip while admiring the view they were certainly gifted with while the ginger wick fumbled in the drawers beneath their bed. They glanced over a handsome shoulder, catching a glimpse of pretty things, catching a glimpse of a curious box, and finally smirking knowingly at the prize that the other man was after, well aware of their intentions.
Juniper sat up again and Xavier moved to accommodate them gloriously, reaching for what was in his hands with an enthused sort of greediness, making sure to overreach, making sure their lithe fingers brushed over everything else in that lap, too, not at all shy to linger before snatching things away.
"Y'ent any trouble yet. Should ye be? I am." The pale creature grinned, wicked now, revealing that they were quite comfortable with the level of trouble the pair had found themselves in thus far and were more than comfortable with whatever more trouble they could fall into together, more than comfortable to feel more of their translucent skin pressed against the freckled landscape shyly on display before them.
"I'm sure yer ne gonna have trouble rememberin' where everythin' goes 'r nothin'." Teased the albino wick further, shamelessly making a display out of merely opening a bottle, shamelessly reaching out with their free hand to demand Juniper's palm to pour liquid liberally into it, pale eyebrow quirked in impish challenge,
"I'll help ye figure 't out, ye chen." Purred the mischievous creature, aware that in this moment, their particular preferences weren't at all as demanding as their desire for the adorable tailor. Releasing his hand, they cupped their own to fill it no less generously, replacing the cap with their teeth like some feral but luminous mythic beast. Xavier winked and sat their for a moment, not unaware of the obvious question but wanting to make sure there had been an equal measure of opportunity,
"I'm th' guest—" They taunted huskily, shamelessly reaching to make use of the thick, smooth liquid in their hand, leaning to give the same offer, leaning to greedily receive the same ministrations, "—so ye get t' tell me how y' want me, hmm?"
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