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[So in purple, cool. Now he has to learn what the other sex toys are, but like, just purple ones.]

They could match.

[No, this is a joke. And it is so unfair of Fenris to be smug in this precise moment, because listen: maybe he's right! But! Hush. Lorenz huffs and ducks again to kiss at his neck this time, definitely not concealing any flush he may have. Let him have one hypocritical horny moment, thanks.]

Is it? More than what you were doing not five minutes ago?

[Yes, good, and he's grinning up at the ceiling, utterly pleased. His pulse spikes as Lorenz's lips brush against it, his hips jerking down stutteringly in direct response.]

Most certainly. But more importantly, Lorenz: more than you picking me up would have been.

[Just! Saying! He's chuckling as he says it, though.]

[Excuse you, sir, that is patently false. He'll get to it in a second, squeezing Fenris' hip harder. Mm, alright--]

I thoroughly doubt that. [And back to kissing his neck, down to his collarbone, tugging the shirt even further off his shoulder. Not strenuously!] You can't provoke me into picking you up that easily.

[Can't he, though. Hmm.]

Who's attempting to provoke? I'm simply stating facts.

[He tips his head, trying as hard as he can to encourage Lorenz. And he does not stop moving, because if he's to prove his point, he needs to move--

Well. Strenuously. Rhythmically, as he pants softly over Lorenz's head.]

What precisely would I be moving if you picked me up? At worst, you'd be jostling me.

[Hmm, no, this is definitely provocation. Specifically provocation that Lorenz is encouraging, nipping at the curve of his neck, but provocation all the same.]

I don't believe you would hold still even in the air.

[Has he held still yet! No! Ergo. Lorenz huffs out a laugh and wiggles a hand up under the back of his shirt.]

And I would do no such jostling. Have some faith.

Then you have no excuse, so long as I promise to be still for you.

[Is it a good idea to give him an excuse to arch his back and work his ass back? It is not! This is wildly not good for the very real stitches in his side, and indeed, he feels a jolt of pain at the movement. But it was worth it, he stands by it.]

Please. [It's not said with desperation so much as delighted good humor.] Be kind. I was injured tonight, it's the least you can do to comfort me.

[Too much moving already, no points! Or: Lorenz gives the side of his neck one last little nip before he pulls back to look at him, frowning in a way that suggests his iron will is surely crumbling, but it's still worth it to simulate not being very easy. Hmph...]

Hypothetically, [hypothetically!!] where would you like me to carry you to?

[Hurt/comfort? In this economy? Yes, alright, fine.]

[Hypothetically. But he obeys that little frown, going still as he smirks at Lorenz.]

The shower? The kitchen counter? We're in your domain, after all. And you seem to know best when it comes to wound care.

You were taught, after all.

[Oh, sass... he's cute. Lorenz makes a show of very seriously thinking about it, when really the choice is as obvious as Fenris stays in the big shirt -> kitchen, then. He sighs shortly and shuts his eyes, just for a moment, and nods.]

I was, yes. And I love you very much, Fenris.

[So he will endure all the smug looks, indeed. At least he has the advantage of mile long legs, that make it quite easy to turn them both toward the edge of the bed and then stand, an arm around his waist and the other looped under his thighs.

Hmm... verdict: Fenris is small, of course he can carry him. But he'll give them both a moment to revel in this before it's off to the kitchen.]

So? How is it? [does he like to feel tall]

I love you too.

[That, first and foremost, because this is still too new to squander a chance to say it back. But with that said: hey, he loves this? It's honestly a little alarming, but in the best way. Thrilling, because he is not a tall man, no, but still, no one has ever carried him like this before. He feels weightless in the best way, and then again not at all, because Lorenz carries him with such a wonderfully secure grip.

He enjoys this. He cannot imagine how good it will be when Lorenz fucks him like this-- pinned up against the shower wall, hot water cascading over them, all slick skin and stunning weightlessness, Lorenz's mouth on him, fucking him open, leaving him whining for more--

So it's good, in short.]

I understand why you don heels so often. It's an attractive viewpoint.

[It certainly is right now. His fingers slide against the curve of Lorenz's cheek, a fond little movement. Legs tightening around his hips, he squirms just a little, just once. For fun.]

Mm. This may have been a mistake. I enjoy this far too much to give it up easily.

[Ah, and he's already wiggling, of course he is. Lorenz tsks and steps back just so, like he might change his mind and return to Mandatory Bed Rest (for real this time)--]

Be still, my dear, or this indulgence will be sadly short-lived!

[But it's off to the kitchen, with only one awkward maneuvering moment necessary to get the bedroom door open and not step on the upset dog, now very excited to run around his feet and yap at them both. The trip to the kitchen is short only because it's a city apartment (tm) and when Lorenz sets Fenris on the edge of the countertop he doesn't let go, staying crowded close to kiss him tenderly.

Now, time to wander away and cook an elaborate meal... No, extra no, but mmph. Fenris will have to give up the luxury of being carried around sooner or later, emphasis surely on later, one thing Lorenz will not argue with him about. He draws one arm back to slide his hand up Fenris' thigh, palm flat against heated skin, and how exciting it is to feel him up in a not-so-new location, good gracious.

He puts a little mental checkmark in a little box. Kitchen: approved.]

I think... the effort to avoid strenuous activity is quite strenuous itself. [He did this to himself and he is his own punishment, alas.] I must reiterate how lovely you look in my shirt.

And I ought to say again how good you look without yours.

[It really works out for them both, doesn't it? He wraps his fingers around the back of his neck, keeping him pressed close, nosing lightly against him. Lorenz really does look fantastic like this, long lean body on display in a way it never usually is. He runs his other hand slowly down his side, over his back, fingertips tracing over the lines of his body.]

Though I would not say no if you wished to lose your trousers as well.

[Couple activity: forming one whole outfit together. Fun! Or, mm, very good idea, and he'll get to it in a moment— Fenris' hands on him and legs snug around his hips merit another minute or so of indulgence, warm and languid in the most satisfying way. He kisses Fenris' cheek, the corner of his mouth, tenderly against whatever skin he can reach from here.

But alright, he can tug his belt off without having to pull away, dropping it to the floor and sliding both hands back to Fenris' hips. One step at a time, patience is a virtue, etc...]

In a minute, darling. How do you feel...?

[Specifically with this injury, inching his fingers up to brush just below it as light as he can. Hello, how is this, health check time real quick. He's three feet away from some ice if he should get ice? Perhaps?]

Grant me one last moment to fret. [For Now, but shh.]

[Of course he will. The checking on the injury is indulgence, but taking things slow suits him right now. Fenris shifts, letting the shirt ride up, closing his eyes as he feels chilly fingers brush against his skin.]

Fine. Truly, it does.

[He's not just being tough. Really, it does ache, and certainly he ought to keep his movements to a minimum, but it's far from the worst thing he's ever endured. His own hands keep roaming, though sooner or later he ends up at Lorenz's hips, thumbing fondly at the curve there.]

You . . . thank you.

[He pulls back, catching Lorenz's eye with a faint smile.]

For all of this. For caring. For-- [for loving me, which is not what one ought to think in the face of love, but it's true, it makes him so happy he wants to thank Lorenz for the joy of it,] --for being here, with me, like this. It means more than I can say.

[His hand lingers there a moment, noting the way the skin around the injury is that much warmer than the rest of him, no doubt irritated from all the squirming as well as the stitches themselves. He'll fret over it more, inevitably, but he trusts Fenris to be frank about his literal stab wound and so after a moment he brings that hand up to cup his cheek instead, the worry in his expression giving way to fondness.]

I will always care for you. How could I possibly not?

[His other hand slides over Fenris' stomach while he considers his itemized list of reasons Fenris is Good, but perhaps in the interest of brevity:]

You are passionate, and strong, and I would be a fool to adore you any less than I do right now.

[Honestly he could spend the next hour on this, maybe jot it down for another poem, but perhaps that can wait until later. He is still wearing these pants, notably, and hastily lets go of Fenris to undo them enough to slip down off his hips. Not strenuous, doing great.]

So! I have carried you out here, as requested. Do you have another?

[That request might have honestly been for something more domestic, but if Lorenz is tugging at his trousers, Fenris is hardly going to argue. One foot lifts, tugging at his pants, furthering the job Lorenz had begun until he's confident they'll fall on their own.]

Hmm . . .

[He tips his head into the touch, smiling faintly.]

I would get to my knees for you, just to be sure your thighs are as bitten up as your neck, and never mind what might come after. I like watching you the next day, when you have to take pains not to press down on them and distract yourself from whatever we're doing.

Release me, then, so I may do so. That is my request.

[Why must good men be read for filth in the comfort of their own kitchens, or:]

Well, I have never been accused of subtlety, as such...

[What a day it will be when every single emotion Lorenz has ever felt in his life doesn't show all over his face and in every little movement he makes! That day is not tomorrow, with its inevitable markings, and that day is not today either; he flushes lightly and gives Fenris' cheek an amused pat before lifting both hands with a bit more show than necessary. He's listening to requests the first time, now, that's the point.

And once Fenris' legs release him, he'll be free to step back and leave his pants out of the way with his belt.]

Your attention to detail is admirable, regardless. Quite remarkable.

Do not be so free with your praise. I have selfish motivations.

[He's swift in the way he slips off the counter, moving quick enough that Lorenz hardly has time to get too far away. Taking him by the hips, he leans up to mouth at his jaw, against his pulsepoint, nipping just to hear Lorenz's breath catch. And all the while walking him backwards, til his back hits the wall.

Just in case. It's sturdier to lean against than the counter, that's all.

He sinks to his knees, his hands automatically reaching for Lorenz's legs. There's a lot to like about Lorenz, Fenris had long ago realized, but his legs are particularly good. His hands slide up his thighs, quietly delighted by the curve of muscle beneath his fingertips.]

Left or right?

[Let him be a little insufferable. As a treat.]

[Lorenz hums, whatever comment he might have made on motivations or whatever else forgotten in the warmth of Fenris' mouth and the way he seems to forget just how big the kitchen is, letting out a short noise of surprise when he bumps into the wall. This was here? Who knew. It's the easiest thing in the world to get wrapped up in them, together, even in the seconds it takes Fenris to back him up to the wall.

Honestly, who could blame him? He shifts his thighs that much further apart and chuckles, nudging Fenris' leg with his foot. Sass, darling? Please.]

Left. You favor the right. The left should have a fair and equitable shot.

[These gams are a work of art, after all, etc. He knows.]

A grave oversight.

[The left, then, his own legs spreading a little as he nudges Lorenz's further apart. He starts at the inside of his knee: a gentle kiss, nosing lightly, and then another, slightly higher. It's slow-going, but that suits this lazily affectionate mood. An indulgence, yes, but more than that: a quiet celebration of what's to come. Ours, he thinks again, and nips lightly at the inside of Lorenz's thigh, humming as he does.

That lasts for an entire minute, which is pretty good for him when Sanguis time is here. Then he's guiding Lorenz's leg up, gently setting it over his shoulder. His bites are firmer now, his teeth sinking in a little deeper, things that sting. He'll feel this tomorrow, Fenris is determined. His eyes dart up, just so he can watch every flicker in his expression, see how much more flushed he can get.]

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