[Vander huffed a soft amused sound at Clive's earnest truthfulness, finding its presence to be endearing and heart-warming. It took their teasing to wholesome grounds, and he felt the urge to protect this young man which was not unusual for him. He had no doubt that Clive could take care of himself, but he thought of safeguarding the emotions that he was picking up over the course of their conversation.]
So you planned on deflowering me from the start, is that it? I like the honesty, Clive. [While it was an innocent tease, it was also the truth. He found cutting through the nonsense and bullshit was worthwhile for men like them. Empathetic, earnest, youthful. He remembered what that was like.] I'm not sure you're prepared for will happen in this playground, Clive.
[And maybe that was the point: the mystery. They had connected instantly on the network and it was only deepening here in person. What Clive may not realize was the information that was being openly provided, of desires well beyond Vander himself, offered freely and starkly out of place yet still complimentary to the situation they currently found themselves in.
Clive was infatuated with Barnabas. He was a stand in for potentially some confrontation or conversation he was unaware of. He didn't mind in the least, especially knowing what he was dealing with. There was a soft huff of pleasure from him, detecting the double meaning. Clive voicing his own desires as a frustration placed on another man who was distant and out of reach for the time being.]
Quite the vivid image you're painting. That will take time, learning all those secrets, probably even more than one night. You sure that's what you want?
[He knew it was. Clive was too earnest for it to be any other way. And the lick to his ear? It caused a shiver to run down his spine, a renewed press of his body against Clive's as his lips found the edge of the shirt collar so he had to change directions and kiss his way back up the way he had journeyed on Clive's neck, taking a moment to suck a wet spot on a portion of that strong jaw.
Vander dropped his near empty cup to the ground, intent to pick it up later. A little leftover whiskey splashed on the grass, but he ignored it as his hand moved in to settle on Clive's side, walking over the spaces of muscle between ribs then up and around the back of the younger man's shoulder so he could twirl his fingers in some of that silken hair in return.]
We're in the wrong place for taking our time in privacy. [His mouth reluctantly moved away, peering over Clive's shoulder to study the landscape.] Stand of trees over there? Or wherever you're living? After all, how closely are you actually following this battle right now?
[He knew they needed to pull apart. There was no way someone hadn't noticed their physical closeness. The moment they walked away with each other, the onlookers would understand their intent. The only boon was the battle raging keeping attention.
Yet, Vander was older and had more restraint so he slowly began to withdrawal, smoothing his hands over Clive's body as he shifted his weight as a signal they should part. Would Clive listen? He had no idea.]
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So you planned on deflowering me from the start, is that it? I like the honesty, Clive. [While it was an innocent tease, it was also the truth. He found cutting through the nonsense and bullshit was worthwhile for men like them. Empathetic, earnest, youthful. He remembered what that was like.] I'm not sure you're prepared for will happen in this playground, Clive.
[And maybe that was the point: the mystery. They had connected instantly on the network and it was only deepening here in person. What Clive may not realize was the information that was being openly provided, of desires well beyond Vander himself, offered freely and starkly out of place yet still complimentary to the situation they currently found themselves in.
Clive was infatuated with Barnabas. He was a stand in for potentially some confrontation or conversation he was unaware of. He didn't mind in the least, especially knowing what he was dealing with. There was a soft huff of pleasure from him, detecting the double meaning. Clive voicing his own desires as a frustration placed on another man who was distant and out of reach for the time being.]
Quite the vivid image you're painting. That will take time, learning all those secrets, probably even more than one night. You sure that's what you want?
[He knew it was. Clive was too earnest for it to be any other way. And the lick to his ear? It caused a shiver to run down his spine, a renewed press of his body against Clive's as his lips found the edge of the shirt collar so he had to change directions and kiss his way back up the way he had journeyed on Clive's neck, taking a moment to suck a wet spot on a portion of that strong jaw.
Vander dropped his near empty cup to the ground, intent to pick it up later. A little leftover whiskey splashed on the grass, but he ignored it as his hand moved in to settle on Clive's side, walking over the spaces of muscle between ribs then up and around the back of the younger man's shoulder so he could twirl his fingers in some of that silken hair in return.]
We're in the wrong place for taking our time in privacy. [His mouth reluctantly moved away, peering over Clive's shoulder to study the landscape.] Stand of trees over there? Or wherever you're living? After all, how closely are you actually following this battle right now?
[He knew they needed to pull apart. There was no way someone hadn't noticed their physical closeness. The moment they walked away with each other, the onlookers would understand their intent. The only boon was the battle raging keeping attention.
Yet, Vander was older and had more restraint so he slowly began to withdrawal, smoothing his hands over Clive's body as he shifted his weight as a signal they should part. Would Clive listen? He had no idea.]