[Fabian loses himself for a few moments, tasting Vander's blood and being stroked by his big hand. Another long moan almost like a whale's call escapes him. Any other time, he'd want to be railed by this man, but his monstrous instincts are urging him to pin him against the bottom of the pool and fuck him unconscious. He won't, he can't...
He feels Vander move beneath him, and pulls away from his neck to see if he's alright. He's stretching upward, toward the surface, and all at once Fabian remembers he needs air imminently. Air! An urgent sense of responsibility surges over his violent sexual urges and he grabs the back of Vander's head again, pulling him in for an open-mouthed kiss. He exhales a long breath of oxygenated air into his mouth, willing him to breathe it. While he has his wits about him for at least this brief moment, he gently swims them up toward the surface.]
[It was easy to lose himself in the moment, the pressures seeming to fade away as the simplicity of stroking another man off required little concentration from him. His thumb swept over the tip even as he craned himself instinctively towards air, feeling the rising burn in his lungs while also allowing it to increase the pleasure of the moment. The burn in his lungs combined well with the burn of Fabian's claws into his back and teeth to his neck.
The kiss arrived as the edges of his vision began to blacken, and he breathed bubbles from his nose then immediately inhaled with his mouth blessed air that was shared between them. He wasn't even paying attention to the younger man twirling them up towards the surface, though his tightened his grip on Fabian's cock to increase the pleasure of his strokes and seemed in no hurry to let go.
No, quite the contrary, he made a point of biting down on the younger man's lower lip now that he had oxygen in his lungs again. This was a unique moment he wouldn't miss out on.]
[Fabian's worries about Vander being too deprived of oxygen and losing consciousness are assuaged by the tight grip on his cock and the bite to his lip. Vander is hardy and brave, and it would seem he has every intention of continuing to do this underwater. As he's likely charmed, Fabian has to take that with a small grain of salt, but he cannot resist the urge to indulge him and be indulged.
He keens loudly into the larger man's mouth as they pass breaths back and forth, which he knows will only further intoxicate him. The sound will make Vander feel like Fabian is the only thing that matters in the world, moreso than even his own life... And perhaps, in this moment, Fabian selfishly wants that just a little. He's stuck in a cave, hasn't been laid in months, and fancies this man quite a bit. He's needy for him.
He vigorously strokes Vander's cock as his body arches into him, hips rutting forward to chase the sensation he's offering. The claws of his other hand clutch at the back of Vander's head, their points digging into his scalp and neck.]
[If there was any thought of questioning or putting on the breaks, those notions were blanketed with enamor from the sound that Fabian made. He experienced a quiet acceptance to even the death if it would please the other man, and there was no idea of any manner of resistance. No, he was well and truly charmed.
There was something so intimate about them sharing breath between them, and it was a surrender that he wasn't used to yet did not deny finding hot as hell. The desire to please in return mounted as his own pleasure increased, and he stroked Fabian's cock with an increasing vigor, squeezing the base on each downstroke. He then swept his thumb pad over the head of Fabian's cock on the upstroke.
His hips rock towards the hold of Fabian's hand, falling into a rhythm with the stroking and growling out a moan of pleasure as heat and desire rose higher and higher. It had been quite the dry spell for him as well, so this was a relief in its own way. He felt the pinprints of claws in his scalp, aware he'd have to find all the injuries inflicted over time.
He wouldn't refuse them even if he wasn't charmed.]
There's an extreme greediness to the monster within him, which runs so counter to how Fabian usually conducts himself. He's anything but possessive, and values freedom so much that he never digs his proverbial claws into anyone to keep them around. He always lets people go if they want to go, even if it breaks his heart. But this animal, this wilder mer-side deep within him, born of the sea and fey magic, has a carnal desire to possess Vander in this moment. To hold onto him tightly and never let him go. To devour him.
His grip on Vander's cock and the back of his head is tight, fuelled by that greed. But claws do not nick him in his most sensitive area, and Fabian's hand has a skilled gentleness to it, a flick of his wrist and a rapid stroke that could only be honed by years of practice doing just this. He mirrors Vander in rubbing his thumb over the man's tip every now and again. Vander's large hand is also incredibly skilled, and it's blowing his mind; he can scarcely remember the last time he had something this good, and it's mounting to his climax rapidly. His moans raise in pitch and volume, and the breath moving from Fabian's mouth into Vander's becomes quick and stuttering.
It's not long before he loses himself with a long, almost musical sound. He breaks the kiss, his back and tail arching backward, his cock spilling his seed into the water. Claws dig into the back of Vander's head hard enough to draw blood; he will fix that later. He does not let go of his partner's cock, determined to see him through his own orgasm.]
[It was rare that he was so easily physically controlled, but that tail held one leg and the allure created by Fabian's voice left him completely at the other's possessive mercy. This was not a side that he had seen in Fabian, and currently he was in no state of analyze it either. By Janna, he wasn't even certain he would remember much, if any of this. It had been awhile since he just woke up, knew he had sex and had no idea who, when or where that happened.
He shuddered while under Fabian's experienced hand, and this entire experience was far more pleasure under the grip of someone who knew what they were doing. After all, he didn't need to explain, didn't need to guide, or didn't need to request. They seemed to know what one another enjoyed even as they shared breath and their hands moved at a similar pace as if they were in lockstep with each other. His pleasure rose, causing his back to arch and his hips to lose some focus as he orgasm approached.
He felt the buck of Fabian's hips but more it was the motions of that muscular body that were key indications of the younger man's orgasm. He stroked through it, gripping a touch tighter to prolong the moment if he could. Vander did not have long to wait before he was following suit, the hot pain from the claws spurring him on as he released himself into the water.
He crushed their mouths together in that moment, sucking in air directly from Fabian's mouth. Let them linger like this just a little longer, basking in one another's presence.]
[He feels the arch of Vander's strong body, and then the older man's lips are on his again, greedily pulling the air from his lungs, and Fabian gives it up readily in a long, slow sigh. His body goes limp in Vander's arms, moulding to him. This is heaven; an underwater orgasm after a long dry spell with a handsome, kind man. What's even better is that it feels like they're in their own world. For a moment, they can forget all about this prison and its darkness, its monotony. All that counts is the silence of the water and the warmth of their bodies pressed together, the air that they share.
He kisses Vander languidly, carefully extracting his claws from his scalp and then petting that spot apologetically. He'll fix that, he promises himself again.
It's tempting to simply fall asleep in this relaxed bliss, and he could, but knows he shouldn't for Vander's sake.]
[His arm curled tighter as Fabian's muscles relaxed, keeping the other man up against him as they seemed to sink a little more in the water thanks to inactivity with the bliss of a sweet orgasm. With the world beyond seemingly shut out, he simply allowed the burn to his lungs to increase as they kissed, letting his mind stay in that quiet zone for as long as he could.
He didn't even wince as the claws released him, and his head finally tipped back as he released a slow lazy string of bubbles from his lips. One leg gently began to kick to take them back towards the surface so he didn't have to put Fabian on the spot of keeping him oxygenated.
His head popped up and he breathed slowly, his eyes closed. He hummed as he hugged Fabian against his chest and basked in the other man's presence, the siren's allure keeping him pliant.]
[Vander breaks the kiss and brings them upward to the surface, which is relieving in that he didn't have to break out of his blissful reverie to fret over his oxygen levels. His own head pops up, but just barely. He untwines his tail from Vander's leg and moves it lazily. It extends past Vander's feet, and is strong enough that even tiny movements are enough to keep them both afloat.
He hums in response, his eyes closed as he nuzzles into the crook of Vander's neck and presses soft kisses there. Gods, this man is so lovely. He'd like to stay right here in his arms for good.
After a while, he murmurs quietly.]
Apologies... I tried not to charm you, but it was impossible not to moan... I can heal your wounds.
[He tipped his upper body back just a bit so that he could stay upright and floating, especially now that his leg wasn't captured any longer. He stroked his foot over the scaling of the younger man's tail, enjoying the texture and smooth supple sensation on his skin.
His chin tipped at the nuzzling and he opened his eyes to peer up at the stone ceiling. He was... feeling pretty darn good, he would admit. Looser and relaxed, especially when compared to when he had decided to visit his friend.]
Hmmm, is that what happened? Felt my mind go blank and nothing mattered except you. [He'd never been charmed before.] Nah, leave them. It will make a good memory.
Yes, that would be it... [Vander doesn't seem to mind, and it was clear he was consenting to their interactions far before the charm kicked in, so he doesn't feel too bad.]
Mmm, you're sure? You want to be marked by me, hm? [With a small smile, he pets Vander's hair again where he'd dug his claws in before.] I get a little... Feral, in this form.
[His brain was still feeling a bit fuzzy, as if Fabian could ask him do anything and he's seriously consider it. Such a strange feeling, knowing how independent he preferred to be. It would take him time to process how he felt about the allure song he had been put under.]
Weird feeling, I'll admit. [He wouldn't allow it to detract from the enjoyment that they had had in the water, and he was also thankful that Fabian had kept sharing air with him. He otherwise would have drowned.]
I want the reminder, yeah. [He snorted softly at the understatement of the century. He stroked a hand down the curve of Fabian's back as he leaned back and began to pull them towards where they had abandoned their clothing.] So I felt. I see the legends about your kind hold truth to it. I like it.
I imagine so... [He's resistant to it, and has never been charmed, despite his attempts to be hypnotized for sexual purposes.] Well, do let me know if you end up with any regrets.
[He sounds less pleased by this idea, a touch worried. But Vander still seems happy in his presence, and Fabian's eyes flutter closed again as he touches his back like that. He allows himself to be pulled to the pool's edge, his tail still flicking lazily behind them.]
Do you? Well, I am impressed that you held out underwater for so long, even before any charm kicked in. Most would have panicked and fled.
Why? There is no way to take back what's done. [There was no reason to upset Fabian once he worked through his feelings on the allure. It wasn't as if the man could help it; that kind of instinctual ability probably came naturally and might have happened either way.
His back lightly ran up against the smooth stone and he lay there with Fabian over him, making no particular effort to dislodge the other man just yet. No, he was comfortable just like this in the remnants of post-coital haze.]
Ah well, I'm a big guy and have a large lung capacity. Besides, not the first time I've been under water hiding out.
Yes, but... [He sighs. As the post-orgasm bliss wears off, his conscience starts to nag at him.] I feel bad. Consent is important to me, and you did not know what you were getting into... So I'm sorry. I will make it up to you, if I can.
[Fabian continues to hang off of Vander, forehead against his neck, but his tail's movements mean he's mostly weightless.]
Hiding out under water? That sounds like a story...
I was the one who invited you out to bathe. I figured we would have a little kiss and tell. [He shrugged his shoulders, like it wasn't as much of a big deal to him as it probably should be. He did trust Fabian, had seen the beast inside of him surface, and there was a frightening similarity that he dare not name. Sometimes people lost control.
He reached up and stroked Fabian's forehead with a finger, moving hair back and tucking it behind the younger man's ear. It didn't stay there but the thought counted.] Apology accepted. You don't have to make it up to me.
[He hummed, smile on his lips as he remembered.] Oh it is. Me and some pals snuck into Piltover - the rich sister city - and we managed to steal some jewelry from this apartment. Enforcers chased us and we managed to hide under a dock. We had to hide close to the bottom so they couldn't spot us... we were down there what felt like forever.
[He hummed, closing his eyes at the feel of Fabian's lips against his skin. Now that they were settled and floating, he could free up a hand to stroke his fingers through the other man's hair, particularly at the base of Fabian's skull.]
I doubt I'll deny a next time. We both felt good, so isn't that the point?
[Vander hadn't had many friends with benefits up to a certain point in his life, but he'd definitely started out his intimate adventures that way. It was also nice to break a dry spell.
He hummed in amusement. They did seem a lot of like, though now Vander had twenty years to settle out compared to Fabian.]
Probably. Scratching out a living means taking risks and similar skills develop in that time, yeah?
[Fabian hums in further satisfaction as Vander pets his hair.]
You are going to lull me to sleep... Speaking of, would you mind staying with me tonight?
[Not necessarily for another round, just... Fabian sleeps better with someone else in his bed. They've... Technically done that before, when Fabian ate the mushrooms, but that was a bit different, motivated by a safety precaution rather than purely a desire to be in each other's company.]
Yes, true... We are also similarly community-minded, and have a desire for justice...
[His fingers lightly dug into the wet hair so he could stroke against Fabian's scalp. He smiled at the prospect of putting the other man to sleep; that seemed like appropriate 'revenge' for the allure song.]
No, I don't mind. I will warn you though that you're going to end up trapped if you sleep close to me. I always end up on some stomach and hug anything warm close to me.
[He had that habit since he was young and there was no particular room on the bed or floor so he'd find the nearest person and hold on like they may be taken away. He also was a cuddler. He didn't deny it.
Last time he had watched over Fabian, he had stayed awake to make certain the other man was alright. This would be a test of Fabian's squirming skills if the other man wanted to be away from him during sleep.]
We are. Come on then, let's get out and get sort-of dressed to head up stairs for some shut-eye, yeah?
[As evidenced by the way he clings to Vander now, melted to his body as he rubs Fabian's scalp. If he were a cat, he'd be purring like a motor. He makes a soft, unhappy whine at the prospect of moving from this embrace, but he does start to pry himself away. He could sleep in this pool; Vander could not.]
Alright...
[He grips the side of the pool and slowly hauls himself out, sitting on the ledge for a moment in mer-form, rubbing his face to try to wake himself up. Then he shifts back to human form in a small flash of light and stands to grab his clothing. He doesn't put it on right away, preferring to air dry a bit first, but squeezes the water out of his hair.]
[He waited until Fabian had risen from him before he shifted and emerged from the water himself, using his hands to squeegee off some water. He stood nearby, unperturbed by his own nudity that showed scars of living life in the underground and the inherent dangers there.
Once he was dry enough, he worked his damp legs into his pants and did them up, tossing his shirt over his shoulder. He was decent enough by his own standards.]
Come on, handsome. Body heat is the best way to dry off. Your room or mine?
[With that, he turned and headed off towards the stairs, intent that Fabian would follow with the prospect of a cuddle.]
[Fabian just puts on his underwear and carries the rest of his clothing. He's not fussed.]
Whichever is closer.
[He follows after Vander. As they climb the stairs, he admires the big man's scarred back and smacks the his ass playfully, biting his own lip and grinning impishly.]
[Off they went passing by other convicts, some who glanced and others that paid them no mind. He knew his way to Fabian's room by now, taking the stairs before he stopped when his ass was slapped.
He suddenly moved faster than a man of his size probably seemed capable and pressed Fabian against the stone wall, crowding with his body and leaning in for a sharp nip to the younger man's chin as he pressed a thigh between Fabian's legs.]
Careful now, we're supposed to be cuddling and sleeping. [A smirk and another little nip.] Let's call this a teaser for another time....
[Fabian wasn't expecting Vander to stop, nor was he expecting... This. He gasps audibly, his eyes widening with thrill. The grin spreads on his face again as he instinctively tips his chin up to allow Vander access, his breath turning ragged as his body immediately reacts.
A soft moan escapes him on one of his exhales, his brain flooding with so many endorphins at once that he feels dizzy, and sways forward a little as Vander draws away.]
Well, that's... That's... [For once, he is tongue-tied, and a strange high-pitched giggle escapes him instead of any words.]
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He feels Vander move beneath him, and pulls away from his neck to see if he's alright. He's stretching upward, toward the surface, and all at once Fabian remembers he needs air imminently. Air! An urgent sense of responsibility surges over his violent sexual urges and he grabs the back of Vander's head again, pulling him in for an open-mouthed kiss. He exhales a long breath of oxygenated air into his mouth, willing him to breathe it. While he has his wits about him for at least this brief moment, he gently swims them up toward the surface.]
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The kiss arrived as the edges of his vision began to blacken, and he breathed bubbles from his nose then immediately inhaled with his mouth blessed air that was shared between them. He wasn't even paying attention to the younger man twirling them up towards the surface, though his tightened his grip on Fabian's cock to increase the pleasure of his strokes and seemed in no hurry to let go.
No, quite the contrary, he made a point of biting down on the younger man's lower lip now that he had oxygen in his lungs again. This was a unique moment he wouldn't miss out on.]
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He keens loudly into the larger man's mouth as they pass breaths back and forth, which he knows will only further intoxicate him. The sound will make Vander feel like Fabian is the only thing that matters in the world, moreso than even his own life... And perhaps, in this moment, Fabian selfishly wants that just a little. He's stuck in a cave, hasn't been laid in months, and fancies this man quite a bit. He's needy for him.
He vigorously strokes Vander's cock as his body arches into him, hips rutting forward to chase the sensation he's offering. The claws of his other hand clutch at the back of Vander's head, their points digging into his scalp and neck.]
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There was something so intimate about them sharing breath between them, and it was a surrender that he wasn't used to yet did not deny finding hot as hell. The desire to please in return mounted as his own pleasure increased, and he stroked Fabian's cock with an increasing vigor, squeezing the base on each downstroke. He then swept his thumb pad over the head of Fabian's cock on the upstroke.
His hips rock towards the hold of Fabian's hand, falling into a rhythm with the stroking and growling out a moan of pleasure as heat and desire rose higher and higher. It had been quite the dry spell for him as well, so this was a relief in its own way. He felt the pinprints of claws in his scalp, aware he'd have to find all the injuries inflicted over time.
He wouldn't refuse them even if he wasn't charmed.]
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There's an extreme greediness to the monster within him, which runs so counter to how Fabian usually conducts himself. He's anything but possessive, and values freedom so much that he never digs his proverbial claws into anyone to keep them around. He always lets people go if they want to go, even if it breaks his heart. But this animal, this wilder mer-side deep within him, born of the sea and fey magic, has a carnal desire to possess Vander in this moment. To hold onto him tightly and never let him go. To devour him.
His grip on Vander's cock and the back of his head is tight, fuelled by that greed. But claws do not nick him in his most sensitive area, and Fabian's hand has a skilled gentleness to it, a flick of his wrist and a rapid stroke that could only be honed by years of practice doing just this. He mirrors Vander in rubbing his thumb over the man's tip every now and again. Vander's large hand is also incredibly skilled, and it's blowing his mind; he can scarcely remember the last time he had something this good, and it's mounting to his climax rapidly. His moans raise in pitch and volume, and the breath moving from Fabian's mouth into Vander's becomes quick and stuttering.
It's not long before he loses himself with a long, almost musical sound. He breaks the kiss, his back and tail arching backward, his cock spilling his seed into the water. Claws dig into the back of Vander's head hard enough to draw blood; he will fix that later. He does not let go of his partner's cock, determined to see him through his own orgasm.]
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He shuddered while under Fabian's experienced hand, and this entire experience was far more pleasure under the grip of someone who knew what they were doing. After all, he didn't need to explain, didn't need to guide, or didn't need to request. They seemed to know what one another enjoyed even as they shared breath and their hands moved at a similar pace as if they were in lockstep with each other. His pleasure rose, causing his back to arch and his hips to lose some focus as he orgasm approached.
He felt the buck of Fabian's hips but more it was the motions of that muscular body that were key indications of the younger man's orgasm. He stroked through it, gripping a touch tighter to prolong the moment if he could. Vander did not have long to wait before he was following suit, the hot pain from the claws spurring him on as he released himself into the water.
He crushed their mouths together in that moment, sucking in air directly from Fabian's mouth. Let them linger like this just a little longer, basking in one another's presence.]
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He kisses Vander languidly, carefully extracting his claws from his scalp and then petting that spot apologetically. He'll fix that, he promises himself again.
It's tempting to simply fall asleep in this relaxed bliss, and he could, but knows he shouldn't for Vander's sake.]
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He didn't even wince as the claws released him, and his head finally tipped back as he released a slow lazy string of bubbles from his lips. One leg gently began to kick to take them back towards the surface so he didn't have to put Fabian on the spot of keeping him oxygenated.
His head popped up and he breathed slowly, his eyes closed. He hummed as he hugged Fabian against his chest and basked in the other man's presence, the siren's allure keeping him pliant.]
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He hums in response, his eyes closed as he nuzzles into the crook of Vander's neck and presses soft kisses there. Gods, this man is so lovely. He'd like to stay right here in his arms for good.
After a while, he murmurs quietly.]
Apologies... I tried not to charm you, but it was impossible not to moan... I can heal your wounds.
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His chin tipped at the nuzzling and he opened his eyes to peer up at the stone ceiling. He was... feeling pretty darn good, he would admit. Looser and relaxed, especially when compared to when he had decided to visit his friend.]
Hmmm, is that what happened? Felt my mind go blank and nothing mattered except you. [He'd never been charmed before.] Nah, leave them. It will make a good memory.
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Yes, that would be it... [Vander doesn't seem to mind, and it was clear he was consenting to their interactions far before the charm kicked in, so he doesn't feel too bad.]
Mmm, you're sure? You want to be marked by me, hm? [With a small smile, he pets Vander's hair again where he'd dug his claws in before.] I get a little... Feral, in this form.
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Weird feeling, I'll admit. [He wouldn't allow it to detract from the enjoyment that they had had in the water, and he was also thankful that Fabian had kept sharing air with him. He otherwise would have drowned.]
I want the reminder, yeah. [He snorted softly at the understatement of the century. He stroked a hand down the curve of Fabian's back as he leaned back and began to pull them towards where they had abandoned their clothing.] So I felt. I see the legends about your kind hold truth to it. I like it.
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[He sounds less pleased by this idea, a touch worried. But Vander still seems happy in his presence, and Fabian's eyes flutter closed again as he touches his back like that. He allows himself to be pulled to the pool's edge, his tail still flicking lazily behind them.]
Do you? Well, I am impressed that you held out underwater for so long, even before any charm kicked in. Most would have panicked and fled.
[He knows this from experience.]
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His back lightly ran up against the smooth stone and he lay there with Fabian over him, making no particular effort to dislodge the other man just yet. No, he was comfortable just like this in the remnants of post-coital haze.]
Ah well, I'm a big guy and have a large lung capacity. Besides, not the first time I've been under water hiding out.
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[Fabian continues to hang off of Vander, forehead against his neck, but his tail's movements mean he's mostly weightless.]
Hiding out under water? That sounds like a story...
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He reached up and stroked Fabian's forehead with a finger, moving hair back and tucking it behind the younger man's ear. It didn't stay there but the thought counted.] Apology accepted. You don't have to make it up to me.
[He hummed, smile on his lips as he remembered.] Oh it is. Me and some pals snuck into Piltover - the rich sister city - and we managed to steal some jewelry from this apartment. Enforcers chased us and we managed to hide under a dock. We had to hide close to the bottom so they couldn't spot us... we were down there what felt like forever.
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I will anyway. It will be different next time. If you care for a next time.
[He hopes so. He feels much softer for this man than he had been expecting.
His lips curl into a smile and he chuckles softly at the story.]
Sounds like about half of my own stories. We may be cut from a similar cloth, Vander.
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I doubt I'll deny a next time. We both felt good, so isn't that the point?
[Vander hadn't had many friends with benefits up to a certain point in his life, but he'd definitely started out his intimate adventures that way. It was also nice to break a dry spell.
He hummed in amusement. They did seem a lot of like, though now Vander had twenty years to settle out compared to Fabian.]
Probably. Scratching out a living means taking risks and similar skills develop in that time, yeah?
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[Fabian hums in further satisfaction as Vander pets his hair.]
You are going to lull me to sleep... Speaking of, would you mind staying with me tonight?
[Not necessarily for another round, just... Fabian sleeps better with someone else in his bed. They've... Technically done that before, when Fabian ate the mushrooms, but that was a bit different, motivated by a safety precaution rather than purely a desire to be in each other's company.]
Yes, true... We are also similarly community-minded, and have a desire for justice...
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No, I don't mind. I will warn you though that you're going to end up trapped if you sleep close to me. I always end up on some stomach and hug anything warm close to me.
[He had that habit since he was young and there was no particular room on the bed or floor so he'd find the nearest person and hold on like they may be taken away. He also was a cuddler. He didn't deny it.
Last time he had watched over Fabian, he had stayed awake to make certain the other man was alright. This would be a test of Fabian's squirming skills if the other man wanted to be away from him during sleep.]
We are. Come on then, let's get out and get sort-of dressed to head up stairs for some shut-eye, yeah?
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[As evidenced by the way he clings to Vander now, melted to his body as he rubs Fabian's scalp. If he were a cat, he'd be purring like a motor. He makes a soft, unhappy whine at the prospect of moving from this embrace, but he does start to pry himself away. He could sleep in this pool; Vander could not.]
Alright...
[He grips the side of the pool and slowly hauls himself out, sitting on the ledge for a moment in mer-form, rubbing his face to try to wake himself up. Then he shifts back to human form in a small flash of light and stands to grab his clothing. He doesn't put it on right away, preferring to air dry a bit first, but squeezes the water out of his hair.]
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[He waited until Fabian had risen from him before he shifted and emerged from the water himself, using his hands to squeegee off some water. He stood nearby, unperturbed by his own nudity that showed scars of living life in the underground and the inherent dangers there.
Once he was dry enough, he worked his damp legs into his pants and did them up, tossing his shirt over his shoulder. He was decent enough by his own standards.]
Come on, handsome. Body heat is the best way to dry off. Your room or mine?
[With that, he turned and headed off towards the stairs, intent that Fabian would follow with the prospect of a cuddle.]
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Whichever is closer.
[He follows after Vander. As they climb the stairs, he admires the big man's scarred back and smacks the his ass playfully, biting his own lip and grinning impishly.]
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[Off they went passing by other convicts, some who glanced and others that paid them no mind. He knew his way to Fabian's room by now, taking the stairs before he stopped when his ass was slapped.
He suddenly moved faster than a man of his size probably seemed capable and pressed Fabian against the stone wall, crowding with his body and leaning in for a sharp nip to the younger man's chin as he pressed a thigh between Fabian's legs.]
Careful now, we're supposed to be cuddling and sleeping. [A smirk and another little nip.] Let's call this a teaser for another time....
[And then he began to withdraw.]
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A soft moan escapes him on one of his exhales, his brain flooding with so many endorphins at once that he feels dizzy, and sways forward a little as Vander draws away.]
Well, that's... That's... [For once, he is tongue-tied, and a strange high-pitched giggle escapes him instead of any words.]
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