"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?"
[It's an amateur mistake, really, and he falls for it hook, line, and sinker. The books on the shelf seem to be encyclopedias, grimoires, bestiaries, herbals and the likes for a world called Toril, as well as at least one book written in a spidery language that Zechs can't read, even with the Augur's translation. They only take up a couple of the shelves, the others being populated by knickknacks and bits and pieces like playing cards, empty vials, bottles of wine and the likes.
Out in the street, Even puts his hands up as the goose begins to give him the hairy eyeball. That's a look he recognizes from when he's tangled with feathery bastards before, and he's not a fan.]
Good goose; stay there, just, don't... bite me...
Shoo!
[Flapping his hands, he tries to run the terrible thing off]
Edited (it's a tail, it was always a tail =A=) Date: 2020-12-13 12:34 am (UTC)
[ Apparently the goose doesn't want to be shooed! It'll wait until Even stops flapping his hands, before it ducked in to bite and tug the tail. ]
[ Well, if it can manage to grab it, anyway. ]
[ Failure or success, the goose recognized that it tempted its fate far too much - and would flee after, honking in commentary as it would make its way back home. Zechs didn't live far at all. ]
[ Zechs had found an encyclopedia about a world he'd never heard of before, so he grabbed a volume to page through as he sat by the fire, looking rather pleased with himself. ]
[Of course the goose would do the one thing Even explicitly chided him not to do. He yelps and dances backwards when the goose lunges and evades by a lucky margin. He huffs and backs off as the goose does, feeling about as ruffled as the robot in the alley seems to be.
He takes an extra moment to check for Zechs, but he's spotted neither hide nor hair of the man and so he's content to retreat.]
That's right, goose, you run away. I make a mean goose stew, don't you forget it.
[He's still mumbling something about roast goose when he gets back inside, closing the door behind him and heading back to check that the back door hasn't been broached in the meantime.
And, of course, he's stopped in his tracks. The gears tick away in his brain for a heartbeat and then, delighted and annoyed, he curses in infernal.]
Fftc, you did set the goose, didn't you! How?! I was right there, how did you get in behind me?
[ Zechs gave him a sly, smug little smirk, licked his fingers, and turned a page. ]
Really. If Short Goose was out on a stroll, and I hadn't been here? Just anyone could have come in and made off with your wine. It would've been a pity.
[ You challenged him, Even. Zechs had to try and win. ]
[Even's feeling that irritating fluster of competitiveness, of the discomfort of being bested. It's not a bad feeling on balance, except that he looks like a chump now. Unacceptable.
He puts his hands on his hips and scoffs, then approaches the armchair that Zechs has draped so comfortably in. He peers at the book -- and it's not like he's had much of a selection, but Even's still pleased at his choice of an encyclopedia.]
Gods all know what mischief you've already gotten up to; you look far too comfortable. Am I going to have to pat you down for pocketed bottles of wine?
[ Zechs watched Even as he approached, thinking that he looked more ruffled for being beaten than actually annoyed. Which would lead to future challenges and competitions in the future, even if they're silly ones. It's still fun. And Zechs really got so little of that outside of simulated mobile suit duels, lately. ]
[ Well. And other activities. His eyebrows raised as Even loomed over him, another challenge. ]
If you'd like.
But I'm wondering what you're exactly picturing if you believe I can fit a bottle of wine on my person with any secrecy.
[ ... Zechs wasn't even certain where that came from, except he always felt especially bold after a victory. Of any sort. ]
[That gets a snort from the tiefling, a genuinely surprised little laugh of a noise, and he leans back on his heels and grins. The look he gives Zechs is very much I know what you expect me to say here, and then doesn't take the low-hanging fruit... out loud, at least.]
Back home I know a woman who can smuggle a bottle of wine in each pant leg and still manage a casual walk. I trust no one I haven't gotten my hands on, sir.
[ Zechs wasn't planning on going this route this evening, but. Even was attractive, they had similar interests, and he had indulged such activities with people he liked far less. ]
[ He carefully set the book down, and stood, close to Even now, in his personal space. ]
There is nothing in the way Zechs comes up to him then that makes Even remotely inclined to back down, and now that his competitive spirit has been roused, in fact, he leans in just a little. In and up, really; the nearness drives home how tall Zechs is.
"Oh, is that the real reason you stole into my house?" He hadn't exactly anticipated this, but really, on the island it's not that much of a shock, either. It may not have been necessarily premeditated on Zechs's part but it seems that way to Even, who grins. "What, is there a wine-theft square that needs filling?
"Alright, then, off with the overjacket." He reaches up to get to work on those buttons, focus sliding from Zechs's face to his coat as he does. If there's a bit of colour to his cheeks, it's not enough of a fluster to put him off at all. "There's a lot you can hide behind a good jacket."
Once more, Even looked fetching with that blush, but he was sober enough to keep that observation to himself. Zechs snorted, and told him, wry and honest, “I don’t need the incentive of a square to be here.”
He let Even start on the buttons on coat, though he rolled his shoulders to help slip it off, deftly tucking it over an arm for now. These things weren’t going to be thrown carelessly into a heap on the floor. Actually, since the chair was just behind him, he could neatly set it right there, not even looking behind him.
And that kept the majority of his small arms that he kept on his person outside of Even’s inspection and curiosity.
He raised his eyebrows, now just in a sports jacket, sweater, shirt, and his slacks and boots. “So, do I still warrant closer inspection?”
He doesn't overtly respond to Zechs's profession that he doesn't need an excuse to be here, but his lips curl in a little smile. This place has changed the way he thinks about sex, the way he approaches it, but even so, most of his dalliances with anyone other than Oran have been either Augur-engineered, or utilitarian in nature. For all of the experience he now has, it's still novel to be approached for pleasure rather than business.
"Have I given you a pat-down yet?" he sasses right back. "No, sir, you're not outside of suspicion yet. Hmm."
He cocks his head, tail waving behind him, and considers Zechs. One, he's never done a patdown before, and two, he's never tried to make it sexy. Alright, improvise.
"Outerwear off," he orders playfully, plucking at that sport jacket now. He tries to slide his hands under the hem, tugging at the sweater, too. "All of it."
Zechs was wearing a very faint smirk, and did as he requested. It wasn’t really a strip tease, of course, he didn’t even try. (The only attempt he’d made of one was awkward as hell.) Taking off his jacket, peeling off his sweater, it was methodical. Careful, as he folded the garments and set them behind him - keeping further weaponry hidden.
That left him just his shirtsleeves, his slacks, and boots. Zechs raised his eyebrows, and said, “Well. Will you be able to make your inspection now? I suppose you could remove anything else in your way if needs must.”
"Oh, we'll get there. I'm sure you've got something tucked away somewhere, and I intend to find it."
That faint smirk is one thing, but Even's seen the man smile sincerely and he may be hamming it up a little bit to try and goad Zechs onwards. The man is a challenge, it seems, and Even likes a challenge, even outside of goose-related break-in shenanigans. Anyways, it may not have been a strip tease, but in Even's books, sincerity over theatre any day of the week.
"You just hold still."
And he crouches, deciding to just roll with it, and starts to run his hand up Zechs's leg. This is not a patdown, strictly speaking, as Even is definitely taking the opportunity to feel the man up. Technically speaking, he knows every inch of Zechs's body -- outside, and in some cases, in -- but it's a whole different ballgame when he's not both gigantic and out of his mind with Augur-based tricks. There is a certain satisfaction, getting his hands on those hard, sculpted calves, that wasn't quite the same when it was "getting his tentacles on".
There's a knife left hidden by Zechs' boot that Even would find, though if he really was concentrating on his legs, that wouldn't matter any to him. Zechs looked down at him, eyes heated, appreciating the look in Even's eyes and the touch.
"I'll cooperate with you, for now. After all, there's nothing you'll find that I'm concerned with concealing from you." Zechs was clearly curious, though ...
After all. Even already got to see every inch of him. Zechs hadn't been treated, yet, with the same courtesy.
"Hm!" He finds that knife, is surprised and then isn't; he half forgets, sometimes, that not only is this a dangerous place, but it's inhabited by people used to danger. He pats it. "I could count that as contraband if I felt like being persnickety, but I suppose I don't technically have a no-weapons-in-the-house rule."
He smirks up at the man and continues his upwards journey -- knees, thighs, rump (which he takes a moment to enjoy the shape of; he will never get tired of how lovely bodies are when they're kept in fighting fit), then a grope between his thighs. It's a move that still feels just wildly bold to Even, to just cup another man's equipment like that, but instead of being embarrassed he's kind of thrilled.
"Another concealed weapon, I see," he teases Zechs, mock-chiding.
"That's just one of the ones I have on me," Zechs said wryly, and would allow Even to think that's innuendo even though he's being honest. He's slightly hard by the time those wandering hands went to the metaphorical weapon, and he smirked a tiny bit. It's not as if he couldn't tell that's where Even would end up.
"There's a line someone might use here, about asking if you need to disarm it," Zechs told him with the same rueful tone. "But I prefer to be more direct. Does it interest you, Even, that I'm well-armed and dangerous?"
"Well, I do like to know what I'm dealing with." In the face of Zechs's sultry seriousness, Even is pert. Hopefully infuriatingly so; he does like to get a rise out of the man, he's realizing, in more than one way. Besides, it's a fun way to vent his own nerviness. "I think I could handle you."
Nevermind that the last time he'd initiated a contest with Zechs, the human had soundly trounced him, and that hasn't been but ten minutes ago. He gives a little squeeze, just a small tease, and then starts moving upwards, running his hands over Zechs's hips and then getting to where his shirt tucks into his slacks. He tuts, undoing that nice tuck and, after a pause, going for the buttons.
"Besides." He keeps his eyes on his work, cocking his head to one side casually. "That's not a weapon I find terribly fearful." A little flick of his eyes up to meet the human's, a little grin. "Interesting, yes, dangerous? Mm."
Zechs didn't move to stop him, as if still allowing Even to continue his inspection for contraband wine. The small smile playing on his lips hadn't left. Despite the fact that Even was more playful, pert, lighthearted - it certainly didn't appear that Zechs minded. "I certainly hope you can - I'd be disappointed if you became intimidated now."
"Fear wasn't the effect I wanted to go for, after all," Zechs told him, and finally his hands twitched, weakness in his self control. "When is it that I'll get to see what I'll be working with in turn?"
"Oh really? You don't want me running away in terror? I never wouls have guessed," he sasses the man, grinning.
But Zechs raises a good point, and it's one that brings Even to other considerations he's been ignoring. He's got enough buttons open now that he can slip a hand inside Zechs's shirt and smooth an eager palm over his hard stomach, but after a moment of that he sighs and pulls back, glancing at the front window with its wide open curtains. It's not like it would be any sort of disaster if Oran got home to find them busy on the couch, but it might be lightly awkward if he was, say, bringing a friend over or talking shop with someone.
"Alright," he tells Zechs, stepping back from the man and flicking his leg with his tail tip, a little follow-me gesture. "Come on, I'm taking you into custody."
Up the stairs, the second floor is as deep and narrow as the first, with three doors to be found. Even heads to the second, the room he and Oran share, ushering Zechs in before him. It's obvious the room isn't just Even's, with the big mirror and the jewelery on the side table. The bed is decked out decadently with a canopy and thick, plush blankets, and a throw rug sits a distance away from another fireplace. Even heads to this latter right away, setting a couple of logs in and doing some complicated little magic gesture so that they burst immediately into flame.
That got a small snort - taking him into custody indeed - but Zechs still looked gamely into his banter, and willingly followed him. Even's hands were clever, and he hadn't been disingenuous - he wanted to see what the other man actually looked like, discover what his interests actually were. He was intelligent and clever enough that he thought this would be fun.
The shared bedroom had Zechs pausing, for just a moment, several thoughts running through his head, thinking on them checking in with each other. Not simply close friends who worked together, then.
Loosening his cuffs, so that Even wouldn't take it the wrong way - Zechs said honestly, "I want to assume my being here won't cause difficulties."
Just looking for a quick confirmation. Zechs was determined not to be awkward about it, he's at least aware of these sorts of arrangements. And of course they'd need to be more prevalent on this island, wouldn't they?
When Even rises and turns around he's struck for a moment by the lovely man just standing in his bedroom, shirt unbuttoned, making moves towards getting further undressed. This place, this island, is surreal; every once in a while it hits him how deeply unlikely this all is, and Zechs is pretty enough to remind him of that.
So it takes a second for the man's words to sink in.
"Oh! Ha. No, it's okay; he does it too, we have an understanding." He grins. "Technically I have my own bedroom down the hall, but it doesn't have a fireplace. So." He spreads his arms and shrugs, then gives Zechs a momentarily more serious look. "I promise you're not crossing any boundaries."
It's on the tip of his tongue to say something along the lines of 'I know', in a knowing tone. But Zechs didn't intend to be glib and make light of it. Perhaps Even knew, and perhaps he didn't. Their arrangement was their own, and he had to trust that they were both above board about it.
"The fireplace is appreciated," Zechs told Even, and with the cuffs loosened, left his own shirt alone to approach the tiefling. "Am I still in custody on suspicion of contraband, or am I finally allowed my own inspection?"
"Hmm," Even considers, relaxing back into the moment. He slips over, fiddling with Zechs's buttons again. "I suppose I could lighten up on you."
If he knew a little more about what Zechs liked in the bedroom, he might have made a different call. As it is, though, he hasn't made the connection between the kind of masochism he'd been describing, and a gentler kind of ordering-around. So he grins instead, undoes Zechs's last button but leaves his shirt on, and then opens his hands again.
"Do you like unwrapping a gift yourself, then?" The tiefling's garb is simple today, a vest over a simple linen shirt, sleeves rolled up, simple wool pants and sock feet. He hadn't expected to go out today, or really be seen, but at least it's easy access. Buttons on shirt and pants, belt, nothing complicated.
Zechs made a small nose of assent, mentally falling into an easy gear. Most people expected things of him during casual encounters, especially those he engaged in before this island. So it was simple, routine, but -
- Even himself was very different, and Zechs was curious.
Slow and methodical, he began to undress the man, starting with pulling off his vest. "Attractive gifts? Certainly."
Untucked his shirt from those pants and moved to help it over his head. "Yes. Quite enticing."
The move to disrobe him pullover-style gets complicated when shirt meets horns, especially around the neckline. He usually goes for button-downs, but with a careful shimmy he slips out of the shirt with only minimal catching. He's scrunched up his face in a sheepish grin once he's free of it -- and yes, he's begun flushing. It's one thing to undress a gorgeous man; another thing to be undressed.
"Yes, unusual, I know." he plays it light, brushing hair put out of place -- it's begun to get long, here, without regular haircuts -- back behind a horn. "Benefit of being a novelty."
As far as he's concerned that's what he's got going for him, and he's content enough to roll with it. From the waist up to his horns he's fairly human, simply oddly colored, and though he's got broad shoulders and sort of a squarish shape to him generally, he doesn't have the muscle to fill out that frame. He's not skinny either, filling an unremarkable middle ground. The only usual physicality that shows at this point is some small nubs extending from each vertebra down his back starting at the innermost dip of the curve of his back and extending down past his pant hem.
It always kicks his heart rate up to be so seen by someone so lovely, but he's grown used to keeping it close to the chest. He inclines his head, smirking up at Zechs playfully, and brings his hands to the man's belt.
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Date: 2020-12-12 11:07 pm (UTC)Out in the street, Even puts his hands up as the goose begins to give him the hairy eyeball. That's a look he recognizes from when he's tangled with feathery bastards before, and he's not a fan.]
Good goose; stay there, just, don't... bite me...
Shoo!
[Flapping his hands, he tries to run the terrible thing off]
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Date: 2020-12-13 12:47 am (UTC)[ Apparently the goose doesn't want to be shooed! It'll wait until Even stops flapping his hands, before it ducked in to bite and tug the tail. ]
[ Well, if it can manage to grab it, anyway. ]
[ Failure or success, the goose recognized that it tempted its fate far too much - and would flee after, honking in commentary as it would make its way back home. Zechs didn't live far at all. ]
[ Zechs had found an encyclopedia about a world he'd never heard of before, so he grabbed a volume to page through as he sat by the fire, looking rather pleased with himself. ]
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Date: 2020-12-13 01:40 am (UTC)He takes an extra moment to check for Zechs, but he's spotted neither hide nor hair of the man and so he's content to retreat.]
That's right, goose, you run away. I make a mean goose stew, don't you forget it.
[He's still mumbling something about roast goose when he gets back inside, closing the door behind him and heading back to check that the back door hasn't been broached in the meantime.
And, of course, he's stopped in his tracks. The gears tick away in his brain for a heartbeat and then, delighted and annoyed, he curses in infernal.]
Fftc, you did set the goose, didn't you! How?! I was right there, how did you get in behind me?
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Date: 2020-12-13 02:03 am (UTC)[ Zechs gave him a sly, smug little smirk, licked his fingers, and turned a page. ]
Really. If Short Goose was out on a stroll, and I hadn't been here? Just anyone could have come in and made off with your wine. It would've been a pity.
[ You challenged him, Even. Zechs had to try and win. ]
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Date: 2020-12-13 02:17 am (UTC)[Even's feeling that irritating fluster of competitiveness, of the discomfort of being bested. It's not a bad feeling on balance, except that he looks like a chump now. Unacceptable.
He puts his hands on his hips and scoffs, then approaches the armchair that Zechs has draped so comfortably in. He peers at the book -- and it's not like he's had much of a selection, but Even's still pleased at his choice of an encyclopedia.]
Gods all know what mischief you've already gotten up to; you look far too comfortable. Am I going to have to pat you down for pocketed bottles of wine?
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Date: 2020-12-13 02:49 am (UTC)[ Well. And other activities. His eyebrows raised as Even loomed over him, another challenge. ]
If you'd like.
But I'm wondering what you're exactly picturing if you believe I can fit a bottle of wine on my person with any secrecy.
[ ... Zechs wasn't even certain where that came from, except he always felt especially bold after a victory. Of any sort. ]
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Date: 2020-12-13 05:05 am (UTC)Back home I know a woman who can smuggle a bottle of wine in each pant leg and still manage a casual walk. I trust no one I haven't gotten my hands on, sir.
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Date: 2020-12-13 05:33 am (UTC)[ Zechs wasn't planning on going this route this evening, but. Even was attractive, they had similar interests, and he had indulged such activities with people he liked far less. ]
[ He carefully set the book down, and stood, close to Even now, in his personal space. ]
Do as you will with your hands.
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Date: 2020-12-13 07:43 am (UTC)"Oh, is that the real reason you stole into my house?" He hadn't exactly anticipated this, but really, on the island it's not that much of a shock, either. It may not have been necessarily premeditated on Zechs's part but it seems that way to Even, who grins. "What, is there a wine-theft square that needs filling?
"Alright, then, off with the overjacket." He reaches up to get to work on those buttons, focus sliding from Zechs's face to his coat as he does. If there's a bit of colour to his cheeks, it's not enough of a fluster to put him off at all. "There's a lot you can hide behind a good jacket."
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Date: 2020-12-13 08:13 pm (UTC)He let Even start on the buttons on coat, though he rolled his shoulders to help slip it off, deftly tucking it over an arm for now. These things weren’t going to be thrown carelessly into a heap on the floor. Actually, since the chair was just behind him, he could neatly set it right there, not even looking behind him.
And that kept the majority of his small arms that he kept on his person outside of Even’s inspection and curiosity.
He raised his eyebrows, now just in a sports jacket, sweater, shirt, and his slacks and boots. “So, do I still warrant closer inspection?”
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Date: 2020-12-13 09:18 pm (UTC)"Have I given you a pat-down yet?" he sasses right back. "No, sir, you're not outside of suspicion yet. Hmm."
He cocks his head, tail waving behind him, and considers Zechs. One, he's never done a patdown before, and two, he's never tried to make it sexy. Alright, improvise.
"Outerwear off," he orders playfully, plucking at that sport jacket now. He tries to slide his hands under the hem, tugging at the sweater, too. "All of it."
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Date: 2020-12-14 04:56 am (UTC)That left him just his shirtsleeves, his slacks, and boots. Zechs raised his eyebrows, and said, “Well. Will you be able to make your inspection now? I suppose you could remove anything else in your way if needs must.”
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Date: 2020-12-14 06:08 am (UTC)That faint smirk is one thing, but Even's seen the man smile sincerely and he may be hamming it up a little bit to try and goad Zechs onwards. The man is a challenge, it seems, and Even likes a challenge, even outside of goose-related break-in shenanigans. Anyways, it may not have been a strip tease, but in Even's books, sincerity over theatre any day of the week.
"You just hold still."
And he crouches, deciding to just roll with it, and starts to run his hand up Zechs's leg. This is not a patdown, strictly speaking, as Even is definitely taking the opportunity to feel the man up. Technically speaking, he knows every inch of Zechs's body -- outside, and in some cases, in -- but it's a whole different ballgame when he's not both gigantic and out of his mind with Augur-based tricks. There is a certain satisfaction, getting his hands on those hard, sculpted calves, that wasn't quite the same when it was "getting his tentacles on".
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Date: 2020-12-14 03:00 pm (UTC)"I'll cooperate with you, for now. After all, there's nothing you'll find that I'm concerned with concealing from you." Zechs was clearly curious, though ...
After all. Even already got to see every inch of him. Zechs hadn't been treated, yet, with the same courtesy.
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Date: 2020-12-14 07:59 pm (UTC)He smirks up at the man and continues his upwards journey -- knees, thighs, rump (which he takes a moment to enjoy the shape of; he will never get tired of how lovely bodies are when they're kept in fighting fit), then a grope between his thighs. It's a move that still feels just wildly bold to Even, to just cup another man's equipment like that, but instead of being embarrassed he's kind of thrilled.
"Another concealed weapon, I see," he teases Zechs, mock-chiding.
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Date: 2020-12-14 08:17 pm (UTC)"There's a line someone might use here, about asking if you need to disarm it," Zechs told him with the same rueful tone. "But I prefer to be more direct. Does it interest you, Even, that I'm well-armed and dangerous?"
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Date: 2020-12-14 09:03 pm (UTC)Nevermind that the last time he'd initiated a contest with Zechs, the human had soundly trounced him, and that hasn't been but ten minutes ago. He gives a little squeeze, just a small tease, and then starts moving upwards, running his hands over Zechs's hips and then getting to where his shirt tucks into his slacks. He tuts, undoing that nice tuck and, after a pause, going for the buttons.
"Besides." He keeps his eyes on his work, cocking his head to one side casually. "That's not a weapon I find terribly fearful." A little flick of his eyes up to meet the human's, a little grin. "Interesting, yes, dangerous? Mm."
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Date: 2020-12-14 09:15 pm (UTC)"Fear wasn't the effect I wanted to go for, after all," Zechs told him, and finally his hands twitched, weakness in his self control. "When is it that I'll get to see what I'll be working with in turn?"
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Date: 2020-12-14 09:40 pm (UTC)But Zechs raises a good point, and it's one that brings Even to other considerations he's been ignoring. He's got enough buttons open now that he can slip a hand inside Zechs's shirt and smooth an eager palm over his hard stomach, but after a moment of that he sighs and pulls back, glancing at the front window with its wide open curtains. It's not like it would be any sort of disaster if Oran got home to find them busy on the couch, but it might be lightly awkward if he was, say, bringing a friend over or talking shop with someone.
"Alright," he tells Zechs, stepping back from the man and flicking his leg with his tail tip, a little follow-me gesture. "Come on, I'm taking you into custody."
Up the stairs, the second floor is as deep and narrow as the first, with three doors to be found. Even heads to the second, the room he and Oran share, ushering Zechs in before him. It's obvious the room isn't just Even's, with the big mirror and the jewelery on the side table. The bed is decked out decadently with a canopy and thick, plush blankets, and a throw rug sits a distance away from another fireplace. Even heads to this latter right away, setting a couple of logs in and doing some complicated little magic gesture so that they burst immediately into flame.
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Date: 2020-12-14 11:08 pm (UTC)The shared bedroom had Zechs pausing, for just a moment, several thoughts running through his head, thinking on them checking in with each other. Not simply close friends who worked together, then.
Loosening his cuffs, so that Even wouldn't take it the wrong way - Zechs said honestly, "I want to assume my being here won't cause difficulties."
Just looking for a quick confirmation. Zechs was determined not to be awkward about it, he's at least aware of these sorts of arrangements. And of course they'd need to be more prevalent on this island, wouldn't they?
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Date: 2020-12-15 01:08 am (UTC)So it takes a second for the man's words to sink in.
"Oh! Ha. No, it's okay; he does it too, we have an understanding." He grins. "Technically I have my own bedroom down the hall, but it doesn't have a fireplace. So." He spreads his arms and shrugs, then gives Zechs a momentarily more serious look. "I promise you're not crossing any boundaries."
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Date: 2020-12-15 02:31 am (UTC)"The fireplace is appreciated," Zechs told Even, and with the cuffs loosened, left his own shirt alone to approach the tiefling. "Am I still in custody on suspicion of contraband, or am I finally allowed my own inspection?"
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Date: 2020-12-15 03:26 am (UTC)If he knew a little more about what Zechs liked in the bedroom, he might have made a different call. As it is, though, he hasn't made the connection between the kind of masochism he'd been describing, and a gentler kind of ordering-around. So he grins instead, undoes Zechs's last button but leaves his shirt on, and then opens his hands again.
"Do you like unwrapping a gift yourself, then?" The tiefling's garb is simple today, a vest over a simple linen shirt, sleeves rolled up, simple wool pants and sock feet. He hadn't expected to go out today, or really be seen, but at least it's easy access. Buttons on shirt and pants, belt, nothing complicated.
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Date: 2020-12-15 03:35 am (UTC)- Even himself was very different, and Zechs was curious.
Slow and methodical, he began to undress the man, starting with pulling off his vest. "Attractive gifts? Certainly."
Untucked his shirt from those pants and moved to help it over his head. "Yes. Quite enticing."
Would Even blush again?
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Date: 2020-12-15 04:06 am (UTC)"Yes, unusual, I know." he plays it light, brushing hair put out of place -- it's begun to get long, here, without regular haircuts -- back behind a horn. "Benefit of being a novelty."
As far as he's concerned that's what he's got going for him, and he's content enough to roll with it. From the waist up to his horns he's fairly human, simply oddly colored, and though he's got broad shoulders and sort of a squarish shape to him generally, he doesn't have the muscle to fill out that frame. He's not skinny either, filling an unremarkable middle ground. The only usual physicality that shows at this point is some small nubs extending from each vertebra down his back starting at the innermost dip of the curve of his back and extending down past his pant hem.
It always kicks his heart rate up to be so seen by someone so lovely, but he's grown used to keeping it close to the chest. He inclines his head, smirking up at Zechs playfully, and brings his hands to the man's belt.
"Tit for tat." He works to undo it.
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