[There will almost certainly be some form of regret about this later, on Caelus's side of things, considering just how likely it is that Luocha's goals will be falling well at odds with nearly every other alliance the Nameless might form in the future. To say nothing of regret on the more personal level, as well, depending on just how thoroughly Luocha ends up taking advantage of that trust of the young man's. (Any moreso than he already is right now, for that matter--)
And that is the price for this, really, when all is said and done. The debt accrued, to be withdrawn should the full extent of realization finally sink in later. Questionable as his actual merchant credentials may or may not be in reality, it's a role he pulls on for a reason. Luocha does tend to weigh near all things in terms of exchange, whether it's an aspect of his beliefs or simply a more personal sort of philosophy. That which is seized must be repaid. He wanted to learn more about how Caelus and his Stellaron tick, hands-on, and so slips into this role of offering pleasure since it so easily facilitates that curiosity; in turn, Caelus asks for touch and response, seeks to sate a hunger of desire, and so this encounter and all its inevitable later implications has now cemented. As difficult to undo as it would be for the young man to vacate this chair, at this point, pinioned in place now by a body he'd invited himself.
Luocha did agree to engage in the first place, though; for him it'd be quite easier to extricate, if he did not, and so this particular distress that's befallen Caelus's thoughts would be an amusing one to hear aloud. Indeed, he wants this--it's a very appealing position--Caelus is a fascinatingly delicious study like this--and there's a pleasure to surely derive, from the endearing little buck of his hips, from the eager hands that tug apart clothing and smooth over bared skin with such greed. From the warring desperation written so clearly on the young man's features, as he struggles to articulate both the craving clearly driving him and the need he feels in turn. ...It admittedly isn't very helpful to Caelus, though, that Luocha also just tends to prefer keeping his own reactions under such meticulously measured control. Another sort of habit-turned-reflex, a necessity in daily life conduct that's seeped even into exchanges like this by now. He never flushes easily to begin with, rarely allows himself sounds unbidden or responses too overt...
But there is something of a slight quickening in his breath, as Caelus's touch wanders and sinks in. The slightest bit more tension, in the set of the hand over Caelus's belly, a twitch of fingertips as he speaks his thoughts. Luocha's smile curves anew; palm slipping up once more, under the layers of the Trailblazer's shirts, a thumb rubs over one of his nipples, promptly less gentle than his other touches have been up to this point. An intentional contrast.]
Is that so, Caelus? [Call him by name, very well, if he so desires such intimacy on that front too. One more potential vulnerability for potential future review--but yes, Luocha will indulge this. Since they're being so very indulgent already...] Well, that may be something of a mess...but I suppose you'd like to see that, wouldn't you? Pleasing sights can be such beneficial things, for the heart...
[A doctor's angle really is almost too easy to incorporate, into this sort of thing. Luocha languidly rolls his hips over Caelus's, a delayed reward of that friction he'd been seeking earlier, the sensation drawing a low hum from his own chest. The movement brings him close once more, alongside the hand at his back; the guiding hand of earlier trails back up to cup at Caelus's cheek, and he's drawn into another kiss.
Less chaste this time. Heavier. Demanding, in how his mouth is coaxed open with a press of tongue, seeking out a taste.]
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And that is the price for this, really, when all is said and done. The debt accrued, to be withdrawn should the full extent of realization finally sink in later. Questionable as his actual merchant credentials may or may not be in reality, it's a role he pulls on for a reason. Luocha does tend to weigh near all things in terms of exchange, whether it's an aspect of his beliefs or simply a more personal sort of philosophy. That which is seized must be repaid. He wanted to learn more about how Caelus and his Stellaron tick, hands-on, and so slips into this role of offering pleasure since it so easily facilitates that curiosity; in turn, Caelus asks for touch and response, seeks to sate a hunger of desire, and so this encounter and all its inevitable later implications has now cemented. As difficult to undo as it would be for the young man to vacate this chair, at this point, pinioned in place now by a body he'd invited himself.
Luocha did agree to engage in the first place, though; for him it'd be quite easier to extricate, if he did not, and so this particular distress that's befallen Caelus's thoughts would be an amusing one to hear aloud. Indeed, he wants this--it's a very appealing position--Caelus is a fascinatingly delicious study like this--and there's a pleasure to surely derive, from the endearing little buck of his hips, from the eager hands that tug apart clothing and smooth over bared skin with such greed. From the warring desperation written so clearly on the young man's features, as he struggles to articulate both the craving clearly driving him and the need he feels in turn. ...It admittedly isn't very helpful to Caelus, though, that Luocha also just tends to prefer keeping his own reactions under such meticulously measured control. Another sort of habit-turned-reflex, a necessity in daily life conduct that's seeped even into exchanges like this by now. He never flushes easily to begin with, rarely allows himself sounds unbidden or responses too overt...
But there is something of a slight quickening in his breath, as Caelus's touch wanders and sinks in. The slightest bit more tension, in the set of the hand over Caelus's belly, a twitch of fingertips as he speaks his thoughts. Luocha's smile curves anew; palm slipping up once more, under the layers of the Trailblazer's shirts, a thumb rubs over one of his nipples, promptly less gentle than his other touches have been up to this point. An intentional contrast.]
Is that so, Caelus? [Call him by name, very well, if he so desires such intimacy on that front too. One more potential vulnerability for potential future review--but yes, Luocha will indulge this. Since they're being so very indulgent already...] Well, that may be something of a mess...but I suppose you'd like to see that, wouldn't you? Pleasing sights can be such beneficial things, for the heart...
[A doctor's angle really is almost too easy to incorporate, into this sort of thing. Luocha languidly rolls his hips over Caelus's, a delayed reward of that friction he'd been seeking earlier, the sensation drawing a low hum from his own chest. The movement brings him close once more, alongside the hand at his back; the guiding hand of earlier trails back up to cup at Caelus's cheek, and he's drawn into another kiss.
Less chaste this time. Heavier. Demanding, in how his mouth is coaxed open with a press of tongue, seeking out a taste.]