[Caelus might find it a mortifying thing, to be seen, but so far as Luocha's concerned it was an inevitable sort of thing--honest as the Trailblazer tends to be, and perceptive as Luocha tends to be in turn, filling in the blanks of what goes unsaid. For a man that has likely spent quite awhile honing his manipulative talents well before meeting Caelus here and now, it was only ever going be a fairly easy thing...especially when Caelus remains at least somewhat willing to be manipulated himself, to whatever degree. In the end, the fault is at least partially his own. Not that he could help it.
Yet, for all that most of his behavior indeed remains within typical, prescribed boundaries, Caelus does still produce little surprises, even if he can't perceive as much for himself. Luocha wouldn't find him half so intriguing if he didn't, truly...and it's in little gestures like the one Caelus makes right now. Taking up the little act for himself, with that answer--standing up--drawing close, mildly bracketing Luocha against the counter, leaning in. It's more suave than one would expect, yes, to say nothing of the fascinating way those gold eyes shine just so, tender and heated all at once. Something about the fact that this was so clearly impulsive lends to the charm, sharply as it contrasts against Luocha's own tendency for precisely measured words and gestures. Further surprising still is how this does brush right up against the order placed, to be patient until tomorrow. Even while being so eager to please, it seems...that in the end, greed occasionally dictates the boy more strongly than anything else. Hm.
Luocha stills against the counter, green eyes under their long lashes dropping from Caelus's gaze to his lips for a long moment's pause. The room to escape is noted, as all contingencies are always noted, but he doesn't take it. Instead, a sort of amusement, mingled with something else more difficult to define, crosses Luocha's features and prompts a new sort of slight smile. Goodness, the audacity on display here...
Shameless. Hazardous to indulge too much. And yet.]
...My, if you're asking like that... [Softly breathed in the space between them, almost a sigh. Close as they are once again, the Stellaron's hum thrums close in turn--familiar, now. But not much complicit in this last gesture, it seems. The wills have evidently separated once more, and it will never not be fascinating.] Very well, I suppose. Only the one, if it will help you sleep tonight...
[It probably won't, of course. They're both well aware of that, and so it's a dressing upon the act, nothing more. But Luocha will lean in turn to close the remaining distance, yes, and plant a warm kiss on that sweetly shameless mouth all the same. Chaste once more, as all good-night kisses generally are.]
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Yet, for all that most of his behavior indeed remains within typical, prescribed boundaries, Caelus does still produce little surprises, even if he can't perceive as much for himself. Luocha wouldn't find him half so intriguing if he didn't, truly...and it's in little gestures like the one Caelus makes right now. Taking up the little act for himself, with that answer--standing up--drawing close, mildly bracketing Luocha against the counter, leaning in. It's more suave than one would expect, yes, to say nothing of the fascinating way those gold eyes shine just so, tender and heated all at once. Something about the fact that this was so clearly impulsive lends to the charm, sharply as it contrasts against Luocha's own tendency for precisely measured words and gestures. Further surprising still is how this does brush right up against the order placed, to be patient until tomorrow. Even while being so eager to please, it seems...that in the end, greed occasionally dictates the boy more strongly than anything else. Hm.
Luocha stills against the counter, green eyes under their long lashes dropping from Caelus's gaze to his lips for a long moment's pause. The room to escape is noted, as all contingencies are always noted, but he doesn't take it. Instead, a sort of amusement, mingled with something else more difficult to define, crosses Luocha's features and prompts a new sort of slight smile. Goodness, the audacity on display here...
Shameless. Hazardous to indulge too much. And yet.]
...My, if you're asking like that... [Softly breathed in the space between them, almost a sigh. Close as they are once again, the Stellaron's hum thrums close in turn--familiar, now. But not much complicit in this last gesture, it seems. The wills have evidently separated once more, and it will never not be fascinating.] Very well, I suppose. Only the one, if it will help you sleep tonight...
[It probably won't, of course. They're both well aware of that, and so it's a dressing upon the act, nothing more. But Luocha will lean in turn to close the remaining distance, yes, and plant a warm kiss on that sweetly shameless mouth all the same. Chaste once more, as all good-night kisses generally are.]