[Cleaned up, clothing arranged presentable again, and Caelus doesn't look as if he'd gotten himself into anything so ill-advised at all. He'll be returned as he was, to the Express...outwardly. But all the while, smoldering relentless and having to be painstakingly kept to himself, will be lurid thoughts of this night and what the next night brings--now won't there? It's a very pleasing thought, to Luocha, as he surveys this handiwork before him. Yes, it will be ever so intriguing, to observe how Caelus unravels further by that time...
(Caelus, and not the Stellaron. The shift will catch even Luocha by surprise, eventually, when he reflects upon it enough later to finally notice it. This is going to make the internal excuse of an interesting study rather difficult to maintain, but all the same...how long has it been, anyhow, since he was so diverted in this sort of way? To finally have something interesting and satisfying but ultimately ephemeral to toy with. Something to muse upon that isn't so crushingly exhausting in its weight, for once, for just a little while...)]
Oh, but no thanks is needed for this sort of thing, rest assured.
[It's not a kindness, after all. It's not really something you should be thanking. The detached thought remains internal, and doesn't pass into the pleasant lilt of his tone. Instead Luocha waits with an air of benevolent patience, as Caelus takes his small and awkward moment to figure out just what he actually wants to do or say next. There is always the dismount, when it comes to illicit sexual meetings, and the boy's inexperience in these matters couldn't be more plain as it is right here and now--an unsurprising thing. Unperturbed, Luocha sets the towel aside, and slowly begins working at the buttons of his innermost shirt, graceful fingertips gradually fastening it closed it once more. ...His head dips slightly, at the confession that eventually tumbles its way out of the young man's mouth.]
"But still", all the same...there is a certain thrill to liking things that you shouldn't, isn't there? I understand it. [There's something mutually knowing in the slight smile on Luocha's features, as he remarks upon this, mild as anything else. ...It really is just as well, that Caelus is at least already aware of just how unknown these waters he's treading are. That he knows the person he's taken a liking to here--may not actually exist, in the base fundamentals, should all the pretty obscuring layers finally peel away. Luocha does wonder whether Caelus will ever be truly motivated to try finding the reality beneath, one day. Or whether he'll simply be content with the fleeting illusion already at hand--with pretending, and basking in how very pleasurable it is. Well, either way...] In the end you can always simply disengage...I certainly wouldn't blame you, Caelus. The choice is yours. But if you'll keep choosing to like me all the same, for a time...I suppose the least I could do is render it enjoyable, hm?
[Luocha stops buttoning just underneath his collar. The cross at his wrist flickers, and he blinks, pausing a moment as the flush of the bite marks upon his throat begin to fade. --Not healing he's invoked of his own volition, apparently, but...not an unusual thing to happen all the same, it seems, in the resigned sort of way that he raises a hand to press against one of those bites as it melts away. No, given time, the blessings of the Abundance upon his own particular power tend to manifest entirely on their own in the end. Always. Injury isn't permitted long.]
...Well, for now, we can consider this appointment concluded. Shall I release you with a clean bill of health for tonight then, sir? [A bit distracted, but giving way to something more lightly humored, after a moment. Sir re-emerges in use very clearly intentionally this time, in the way it now settles more as a sort of in-joke all its own.] If there's anything else ailing you at the moment, you ought to speak up now.
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(Caelus, and not the Stellaron. The shift will catch even Luocha by surprise, eventually, when he reflects upon it enough later to finally notice it. This is going to make the internal excuse of an interesting study rather difficult to maintain, but all the same...how long has it been, anyhow, since he was so diverted in this sort of way? To finally have something interesting and satisfying but ultimately ephemeral to toy with. Something to muse upon that isn't so crushingly exhausting in its weight, for once, for just a little while...)]
Oh, but no thanks is needed for this sort of thing, rest assured.
[It's not a kindness, after all. It's not really something you should be thanking. The detached thought remains internal, and doesn't pass into the pleasant lilt of his tone. Instead Luocha waits with an air of benevolent patience, as Caelus takes his small and awkward moment to figure out just what he actually wants to do or say next. There is always the dismount, when it comes to illicit sexual meetings, and the boy's inexperience in these matters couldn't be more plain as it is right here and now--an unsurprising thing. Unperturbed, Luocha sets the towel aside, and slowly begins working at the buttons of his innermost shirt, graceful fingertips gradually fastening it closed it once more. ...His head dips slightly, at the confession that eventually tumbles its way out of the young man's mouth.]
"But still", all the same...there is a certain thrill to liking things that you shouldn't, isn't there? I understand it. [There's something mutually knowing in the slight smile on Luocha's features, as he remarks upon this, mild as anything else. ...It really is just as well, that Caelus is at least already aware of just how unknown these waters he's treading are. That he knows the person he's taken a liking to here--may not actually exist, in the base fundamentals, should all the pretty obscuring layers finally peel away. Luocha does wonder whether Caelus will ever be truly motivated to try finding the reality beneath, one day. Or whether he'll simply be content with the fleeting illusion already at hand--with pretending, and basking in how very pleasurable it is. Well, either way...] In the end you can always simply disengage...I certainly wouldn't blame you, Caelus. The choice is yours. But if you'll keep choosing to like me all the same, for a time...I suppose the least I could do is render it enjoyable, hm?
[Luocha stops buttoning just underneath his collar. The cross at his wrist flickers, and he blinks, pausing a moment as the flush of the bite marks upon his throat begin to fade. --Not healing he's invoked of his own volition, apparently, but...not an unusual thing to happen all the same, it seems, in the resigned sort of way that he raises a hand to press against one of those bites as it melts away. No, given time, the blessings of the Abundance upon his own particular power tend to manifest entirely on their own in the end. Always. Injury isn't permitted long.]
...Well, for now, we can consider this appointment concluded. Shall I release you with a clean bill of health for tonight then, sir? [A bit distracted, but giving way to something more lightly humored, after a moment. Sir re-emerges in use very clearly intentionally this time, in the way it now settles more as a sort of in-joke all its own.] If there's anything else ailing you at the moment, you ought to speak up now.