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Well. In the interest of being trustworthy.

[ 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.

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?”

Edited Date: 2020-12-13 08:13 pm (UTC)

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."

Would Even blush again?

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.

"Tit for tat." He works to undo it.

Zechs saw the curve of his horns and did his best to help navigate the garment off with minimal mishap - and then traced those broad shoulders, appreciating Even as he was, despite not being someone in the same sort of shape Zechs was. An academic. Scholar of magic. Scholar of worlds and possibilities.

"A novel experience, this first time," Zechs pointed out, straightforward and calm. "But not a novelty, easily disposed."

He let Even undo his pants, and would undo his own knife and boots for a moment before - still crouched on the ground - would reach for the fly of Even's woolen pants. His eyes were intense through his bangs, and he parried, "Tit for tat."

When taking off his pants, he'd pull down his underclothes as well. That's just being more efficient, Even.

He laughs as his own words are turned on him, flustered and appreciating the play. That intense look, though, it catches him and the laugh fades into a light breathlessness. Zechs is a lot.

Stilled for a moment, he almost misses Zechs's efficient little move. It doesn't quite go off without a hitch -- the pants have a tail sleeve well incorporated rather than buttoned on like Oran favors, but his underthings don't slip off quite as easily.

"Ah," Even slips a hand around behind and undoes the one button above his tail, biting his lip. "There."

Maybe better to have gotten them all at once, for the anticipation hikes up Even's tension even more. This is -- Zechs is having an effect, and he takes some comfort in the knowledge that he's already been with Oran. Compared to the Grey tiefling, Even knows he is a more human sight.

He's half hard with the touches and the warm flirting, and the anticipation. His cock is a dusky purplish red that fades to the orange of his body at the base. Gentle ridging ripples up the top side of his shaft, echoing the arrowhead shape of his glans, and while he lacks Oran's knot there is a subtle taper to the base. He bites his lip, watching Zechs's face, tail swaying behind him.

Closing a hand around Even, Zechs stroked him firmly, leaning in, still watching. Observing how he was having that effect. Encouraging Even to become even harder with his knowledgeable touch. Exploring, too, those differences. Perhaps the tiefling could imagine him making some mental notes of his own.

He breathed over that arrow-shaped cockhead. Eybrows raised, Zechs asked, as if only being considerate - not teasing him at all - "Is this permitted?"

"Of -- of course." He flashes a grin down at Zechs, as if he hadn't just been taken by a moment of breathlessness there. The tease is ferocious, the brush of that hot breath against his cock sending goosebumps forming up Even's back. He barely needs the encouragement, growing fully hard under Zechs's touch and regard. By reflex, a hand comes to the human's blonde hair, stroking and twining carefully amongst those strands.

Though his eyelids drowse with an intense, focused interest and his breath is shallow with anticipation, he plays it off playfully. "I mean, if you're in the mood."

"I'm here because I want to be," Zechs reminded him, arch and teasing.

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips, tongue, mouth against and around Even. Slowly, and shallowly taking the other man in. A little deeper as he moved back and pushed his head further. More and more, gradually taking him entirely in.

His expression was both relaxed, and clearly interested. Backing up the idea that there wasn't anywhere else Zechs wanted to be just then, kneeling at Even's feet like this. Perhaps, as he looked up at him - there'd be a smug glimmer in his eye. Zechs knew where his skills lay, on and off the battlefield.

The little glimmer of smugness is deeply arousing, in a slow-burn kind of way as it dawns on Even what that look is. The lips on his cock, the mouth around it, are enough to make the blood thump in his ears, but it's that look that make his fingers curl in Zechs' hair.

He groans without thinking, shifting his stance for a little more security, tail undulating behind him.

"You -- that's very good," he pants, flashing a hazy, hot grin. The slow progression up his cock, over each of those little ridges, has been a perfect little tease. "You, you are lovely."

Zechs preened slightly at the compliment, expression pleased - but being called lovely made him blush just slightly. And while Zechs wasn't certain of why, he was aware it happened, which only made him a little more embarrassed.

So, time to distract Even before he could notice. Unlike when he was transformed - this time, Zechs could actually affect him. Clearly so, listen to the arousing sounds he made, that tail moving behind him.

To thoroughly scatter his mind, Zechs took him deep and swallowed, showboating a little.

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