"Hello! You've reached Even Immolzeth. I apologize for not answering right away; I'm sure I'm doing something terribly distracting. If it's not too much of an inconvenience, let me know who you are and leave a message?"
That -- that's an easy fix. It's comforting to hear that kind of honeyed, slow relief in Zechs' tone, and he wants to support that feeling, his own afterglow buoying his affection.
"Hold tight," he tells Zechs, and presses his palm a little firmer before pulling away and standing. He trots to the bed, almost grabs the comforter -- pauses, moves to the vanity and grabs a little hand-towel, then brings it and the blanket back to his friend. First he sits and wipes Zechs clean of his own mess, gentle and practical, then puts the rag aside to fluff out the blanket and flop it over the other man.
And, for that matter, himself, as he stretches out beneath it too.
"Not exactly a feather bed, but that should help." He settles in, to allow them both a little time to soak in the good feelings... and, a little, to process that most interesting liaison.
"It's appreciated," Zechs murmured, as he's getting cleaned up. And he meant that - he'd tolerate being quite filthy, especially after hard work - or play - but appreciated being clean much more. He sighed in contentment as the blanket was spread around him, the blood-hot body of his friend beside him. Quickly eliminated any sort of chill.
Zechs snorted softly. "I'm sturdy enough to survive without that softness," he quipped wryly, indicating he's less out of it than, well. Other times that Even's participated in. And yet, he still rolled toward that heat, closing his eyes, giving himself a chance to rest along Even's side.
Even chortles, low and warm, and tucks in against his friend. Let him toughly disdain the notion of feather beds and softnesses; Even will stealthily be the softness beside him, and offer the comfort that he may not need but that surely must feel good after all that came before.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2021-02-16 09:28 pm (UTC)"Hold tight," he tells Zechs, and presses his palm a little firmer before pulling away and standing. He trots to the bed, almost grabs the comforter -- pauses, moves to the vanity and grabs a little hand-towel, then brings it and the blanket back to his friend. First he sits and wipes Zechs clean of his own mess, gentle and practical, then puts the rag aside to fluff out the blanket and flop it over the other man.
And, for that matter, himself, as he stretches out beneath it too.
"Not exactly a feather bed, but that should help." He settles in, to allow them both a little time to soak in the good feelings... and, a little, to process that most interesting liaison.
(no subject)
Date: 2021-02-16 10:09 pm (UTC)Zechs snorted softly. "I'm sturdy enough to survive without that softness," he quipped wryly, indicating he's less out of it than, well. Other times that Even's participated in. And yet, he still rolled toward that heat, closing his eyes, giving himself a chance to rest along Even's side.
call it there?
Date: 2021-02-17 02:45 am (UTC)What an interesting, lovely afternoon.