[(Honestly Luocha would probably be more believable posing as an ASMR content creator or something than as a merchant who goes around never actually selling anything huh.....)
That excitement is very visible, yes, and practically tangible in close quarters like this. So very prompt, and so very eager...it's almost too easy, really, yet Luocha finds it such a satisfying response to savor all the same. Caelus's expressive honesty makes for a pleasingly simple study, where playing him as he wants to be played is concerned; even setting the stranger hangings of his general destructive-cancer-vessel existence aside, most youths tend to reject authority on principle--yes--but there's indeed a distinct difference, between authority and guidance. Frame it softly, as something reasonable yet tantalizing, as a request that will be rewarding to fulfill...
And, ever happy to fulfill requests for others in general--as the Trailblazer himself had confirmed earlier--Caelus agrees so very quickly. Luocha hums an assent, and draws back before the hinted kiss ever quite connects...one of the many pleasurable things Caelus will need to wait on, now that it's agreed upon. Quite a worthwhile thing to withdraw, hearing just how sweetly that underlying needy note rings in his question already. Goodness, by tomorrow he just might be a practical mess after the wait...and won't that be a sight?]
Yes, in the lobby, as we did earlier. ...Thank you, for indulging me in this. Mm...and now, for the present...stay right here a moment, won't you? I won't be long.
[There's actually a faint reluctance, in the back of thought, to part from this moment and this position--Caelus still pinned and splayed so appealingly underneath him in the chair--but a decision has already been made, and practical sense must now follow suit. Luocha shifts off of Caelus's lap at last, slowly and languidly as he'd been pulled onto it earlier, gloves in one hand while the other idly adjusts his clothing and the waistband of his pants a bit. ...Surprisingly, it seems they've both managed to keep--most of the mess from actually getting on outer layers. Which will be favorable, for a discreet departure on Caelus's part. Speaking of mess, though, in the interim...
Luocha passes into the small hall connecting the sitting room to the rest of the suite; the sound of water running in the bathroom a door or so down is likely audible enough. But Caelus won't be left alone with the coffin for too long at all, at least. It's only a minute or two before Luocha returns: outer coat fully removed now, and the remaining dark shirts underneath still opened, but his own torso cleaned and a warmly damp towel in hand. Unless Caelus reaches for it--well, Luocha won't mind pressing it over his stomach himself, if he'd prefer it. Gently, yes, still. As if the body being attended were something delicate and cherished--or however Caelus might perceive it, at least. Luocha knows the motions, even if it only ends at surface level presently.]
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That excitement is very visible, yes, and practically tangible in close quarters like this. So very prompt, and so very eager...it's almost too easy, really, yet Luocha finds it such a satisfying response to savor all the same. Caelus's expressive honesty makes for a pleasingly simple study, where playing him as he wants to be played is concerned; even setting the stranger hangings of his general destructive-cancer-vessel existence aside, most youths tend to reject authority on principle--yes--but there's indeed a distinct difference, between authority and guidance. Frame it softly, as something reasonable yet tantalizing, as a request that will be rewarding to fulfill...
And, ever happy to fulfill requests for others in general--as the Trailblazer himself had confirmed earlier--Caelus agrees so very quickly. Luocha hums an assent, and draws back before the hinted kiss ever quite connects...one of the many pleasurable things Caelus will need to wait on, now that it's agreed upon. Quite a worthwhile thing to withdraw, hearing just how sweetly that underlying needy note rings in his question already. Goodness, by tomorrow he just might be a practical mess after the wait...and won't that be a sight?]
Yes, in the lobby, as we did earlier. ...Thank you, for indulging me in this. Mm...and now, for the present...stay right here a moment, won't you? I won't be long.
[There's actually a faint reluctance, in the back of thought, to part from this moment and this position--Caelus still pinned and splayed so appealingly underneath him in the chair--but a decision has already been made, and practical sense must now follow suit. Luocha shifts off of Caelus's lap at last, slowly and languidly as he'd been pulled onto it earlier, gloves in one hand while the other idly adjusts his clothing and the waistband of his pants a bit. ...Surprisingly, it seems they've both managed to keep--most of the mess from actually getting on outer layers. Which will be favorable, for a discreet departure on Caelus's part. Speaking of mess, though, in the interim...
Luocha passes into the small hall connecting the sitting room to the rest of the suite; the sound of water running in the bathroom a door or so down is likely audible enough. But Caelus won't be left alone
with the coffinfor too long at all, at least. It's only a minute or two before Luocha returns: outer coat fully removed now, and the remaining dark shirts underneath still opened, but his own torso cleaned and a warmly damp towel in hand. Unless Caelus reaches for it--well, Luocha won't mind pressing it over his stomach himself, if he'd prefer it. Gently, yes, still. As if the body being attended were something delicate and cherished--or however Caelus might perceive it, at least. Luocha knows the motions, even if it only ends at surface level presently.]