[ The Stellaron is loud, this close. Interestingly enough, it's not quite racing along with Caelus's fluttering heart, now; it's thrumming, the imperceptible bass pulse of its existence vibrating long and loud with each breath that the Trailblazer takes, like some sort of raucous block party thumping along, distant and yet only one inch away. Unlike other Stellarons, it is not characterized by greed — but the emotion in it, the feeling — yes, it is something like desire.
Caelus, for his part, feels a little too sedated. Too exalted. The intense sense of pleasure that has seized him — it's not quite sexual, but it is rather similar to the sort of orgasmic ecstasy that comes from standing under a hot shower on the Express after a long, hard expedition. Not quite sexual, but it's going to get there if Luocha keeps touching feather-light over his thigh like that. Caelus almost wants to warn the man about it — what would he even say? — but when he takes a breath to talk, he smells that sweet, addictive floral scent again, and then he really can't think of anything to say at all. The thread of that mending needle being pulled through his muscles — it's too relieving to push away.
Then Luocha's low voice is practically breathed into his ear, tickling his eardrum, trickling along the back of his skull and down his spine.
Caelus shivers, but only slightly. He likes this, too, more than he wants to let on. It's like being lost in some sort of embarrassingly indulgent Foxian immersia — Luocha ASMR: Mysterious Merchant Heals Your Aches and Pains, Soft Spoken, Personal Attention. (He wants to kick himself for thinking about this. He's spent too much time with Guinafen lately.) ]
...Yeah. I'm alright. [ He nods a little too quickly; there's an element of shame in it. ] Feels good.
[ He needs. He needs he needs he needs. He needs to think. About what, he's not yet sure, but there is something in him that is embarrassingly eager to impress Luocha, and he doesn't think that the man will be very impressed if he goes and falls asleep on his couch during this healing.
(The Stellaron flickers, as if thinking alongside Caelus. It helps him. The Stellaron will fulfill any wish of yours, it whispers, sometimes, before everything goes dark.)
He reaches out. Blindly, at first, but then his hand settles lightly on the crook of Luocha's elbow. It's not to stop him, but maybe to — to what? To invite him. To guide him. To pull him in.
Caelus looks up, and for a moment, his gaze is startlingly clear.
(The Stellaron purrs, when Caelus's eyes fall on Luocha, perhaps because it knows more about desire than he does.) ]
...I know you're not innocent. But that's why I think... it's cute that you didn't ask for more.
[ What is he trying to say, really? That he knows, deep down, what kind of person Luocha probably is? That he doesn't care. That it was enough, for Caelus, that Luocha didn't ask for more. Because everyone comes to him wanting something, and he's never hated that, would never judge someone for that —
— and yet, on some level, and despite everyone he knows, he is just lonely and friendless enough to think I know you could have been more cruel to me with genuine gratitude. ]
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Caelus, for his part, feels a little too sedated. Too exalted. The intense sense of pleasure that has seized him — it's not quite sexual, but it is rather similar to the sort of orgasmic ecstasy that comes from standing under a hot shower on the Express after a long, hard expedition. Not quite sexual, but it's going to get there if Luocha keeps touching feather-light over his thigh like that. Caelus almost wants to warn the man about it — what would he even say? — but when he takes a breath to talk, he smells that sweet, addictive floral scent again, and then he really can't think of anything to say at all. The thread of that mending needle being pulled through his muscles — it's too relieving to push away.
Then Luocha's low voice is practically breathed into his ear, tickling his eardrum, trickling along the back of his skull and down his spine.
Caelus shivers, but only slightly. He likes this, too, more than he wants to let on. It's like being lost in some sort of embarrassingly indulgent Foxian immersia — Luocha ASMR: Mysterious Merchant Heals Your Aches and Pains, Soft Spoken, Personal Attention. (He wants to kick himself for thinking about this. He's spent too much time with Guinafen lately.) ]
...Yeah. I'm alright. [ He nods a little too quickly; there's an element of shame in it. ] Feels good.
[ He needs. He needs he needs he needs. He needs to think. About what, he's not yet sure, but there is something in him that is embarrassingly eager to impress Luocha, and he doesn't think that the man will be very impressed if he goes and falls asleep on his couch during this healing.
(The Stellaron flickers, as if thinking alongside Caelus. It helps him. The Stellaron will fulfill any wish of yours, it whispers, sometimes, before everything goes dark.)
He reaches out. Blindly, at first, but then his hand settles lightly on the crook of Luocha's elbow. It's not to stop him, but maybe to — to what? To invite him. To guide him. To pull him in.
Caelus looks up, and for a moment, his gaze is startlingly clear.
(The Stellaron purrs, when Caelus's eyes fall on Luocha, perhaps because it knows more about desire than he does.) ]
...I know you're not innocent. But that's why I think... it's cute that you didn't ask for more.
[ What is he trying to say, really? That he knows, deep down, what kind of person Luocha probably is? That he doesn't care. That it was enough, for Caelus, that Luocha didn't ask for more. Because everyone comes to him wanting something, and he's never hated that, would never judge someone for that —
— and yet, on some level, and despite everyone he knows, he is just lonely and friendless enough to think I know you could have been more cruel to me with genuine gratitude. ]