dumbshow | whale post

[Corvo's shoulders shake in a low chuckle, shaking his head. The idea of a city named Attano after a poor boy in Karnaca, last of his line, was laughable. But that was not the most amusing, no. It was that simple ministrations had the Outsider saying such things. He wondered what might spill from his lips during more intense things, but he'll focus right now. He's still talking.

The way he sounded so serious about his remembrance wasn't as amusing as it was endearing. It surprises him, almost makes him miss what he says next. There was more fondness in his eyes as he parts his lips, if that were even possible.] Then I'll have to make more.

[He's seen Wyman's throat coming out of the safe room, and he's read Emily's pantless meeting. It had to be his turn somewhere.]

[He's very serious! Of course he is. Corvo is his favorite, after all, so why not have a few songs sung in the streets about his amazing deeds? And maybe a little about his lips, if the Outsider is feeling... creative. But how can a mere street musician put into words the way it feels when Corvo looks at him like that? He certainly can't.

what kind of father-daughter competition is this]

Hmm. Then, by all means. [His neck is available!!]

[one that's probably going to get out of hand. Corvo's smile turns to a knowing smirk before he leans in, shutting his eyes. A hand came to rest on the opposite side of the Outsider's head, Corvo running his thumb over the skin and pushing his fingers through his hair. Was it with possession? Yes, his grip is telling.

Back to wanton flesh he goes, dragging his teeth over the skin before he nipped just above where his collar would cover. It wouldn't matter to any but the marked, and unless Daud was coming around again, he alone could appreciate it for as long as they were there.]

[and yet no one will complain except for any guards or maids who walk into the wrong place at the wrong time... Anyway, definitely go for the wanton flesh, that's great. The Outsider slides his hand up to Corvo's jaw, not quite as possessive as Corvo's action, but well—he's been possessive for fifteen years. So that's fine.

He shivers again more obviously at Corvo's teeth on his skin, curling fingers into his hair. What other insanely high praise can he give Corvo now, come on, he already used up "name whole cities after you."] Corvo...

[Well. Breathing out his name like his own little sacrilegious prayer is probably good enough. He shifts to lie against him even closer, a needy whale god who only wants attention.]

[Corvo's name had been uttered by the Outsider more times than he could count. My dear Corvo, he'd once said. Old friend, he'd repeated. Each time it had no impact, and he'd brushed it off as nothing.

It wasn't anything like hearing it this way. It'd never made his heart race and his mind only think of hearing it again. Now he breathed heavy against the Outsider's skin, and now he removed the hand from his head to pull him as close as could be. Bare chest to bare chest, lips trailing down to his shoulder as his other hand traveled down his side.

He froze just before he waistband of his pants, frowning as he considered they hadn't really discussed... anything. He didn't expect to get here, let alone any further. Well. He glanced back up, stilling with his fingers running over the fabric in silent questioning.]

[The Outsider's arm slips around Corvo as he's pulled closer, fingers toying with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck. He hums with satisfaction to have Corvo's lips still against him somewhere, and to be up close and personal with that very fine chest. But that other wandering hand; what else is there to discuss, when Corvo has already reduced him to this state?

Because shirtless and occasionally shivering isn't much for most, but it's quite a lot for the Outsider. Every touch of Corvo's hand seems to still hold that same effect, being so wholly new that everything else falls to the wayside, so—]

You intend to grow timid now? [Come on... go easy on him, but still.]

I just... [Corvo started, but he chose not to finish in light of the thought being stupid. He just kept thinking he'd want to stop, that he might be too unsure, that he'd leave. Or Corvo would wake up to find nothing of the day had transpired. It was too much of a good thing.

He'll make up for it, though, in his haste to undo whatever held the Outsider's pants closed. He didn't care enough to note what exactly, slipping his hand past and leaning to capture the his lips when he gripped him through the fabric of... whatever he might wear underneath. Or not.]

[Time froze here while I decided if the Outsider wears underwear. I guess so. Why does he wear a shirt and jacket? So why not underwear, too.

Anyway.

The Outsider doesn't expect him to finish that sentence, really, since he thinks he's made himself perfectly clear. If Corvo is going to get on with it then he should just get on with it—once again, if he wanted to leave then he would have left already. So since he's still here, logically he wants Corvo to undo his pants.

That's happening. He's not prepared for Corvo to kiss him and grope at him at the same time, so instead of kissing back it's all he can do to shudder again, breathing more heavily against Corvo's mouth. He grips Corvo's hair more insistently now, leaning his body into Corvo's again and his hips more pointedly into that touch.

He's a 4,000 year old virgin, let him live.]

[Corvo will let him live... only because he knew he was just as needy. Fifteen years was a long time, and while he delved for a hot minute, it wasn't as... intimate. He was only trying to forget back then.

Now he wanted to remember everything. He wanted to remember the way the Outsider sounded, and how he felt under his hand. Say, about knowing more than everyone else,] So much or not getting flustered...

[He had no right to be smart about it, given his own arousal, but he'll smirk against his lips as he palmed him through his mystery underwear. It wasn't the most opportune position to be getting any more of those clothes off him, but he'd rather wait to see if he can have a plead for it first. Smug bastard.]

[Amazing, that Corvo will sass him even now. He makes a noise that's almost a chuckle despite himself, breathy and soft and absolutely none of this is very like him. Intimacy, this banter? He's sure the Void will pull him back to cryptic distance sooner or later, but for now, perhaps this is a glimpse into the man he could have been, if he'd been allowed to live.

But then he would have lived and died 4,000 years ago, and Corvo wouldn't have been there. So. Pros and cons.]

Restrict the lying tongue that is like a spark in a man's mouth. [see, he's not flustered at all, he can still quote this,] You are incorrigible, Corvo.

[But the Outsider is still bordering on breathless, from a few touches through fabric alone. He's not going to plead that easily, good luck.]

Edited (Don't let me tag at 7am) 2016-11-30 17:07 (UTC)

The echoes of lies come back as the voice of the Outsider. [Corvo tried to counter, but his smirk failed him. The Outsider was so captivating like this, chuckling under the breath he nearly didn't have. If this was what he was like out of the Void, he'll just have to keep finding excuses to take him.

He's abandoned his intentions in light of the fact he was just too impatient. Having the Outsider on top of him was making his own pants unbearable, and both pairs just had to go. He places a hand at the Outsider's back, turning to lay him down and climb over him. His hand leaves him, but at the very least it was to shimmy the rest of his clothes off.]

[Wow, an unsuccessful counter followed by a successful turn over. The Outsider's eyes widen for just a moment in surprise when Corvo rolls them over, his grip at the back of his head tightening to pull him down into a kiss that's more hurried than before, more rushed, because what else can he do while Corvo is getting him naked? When was the last time he was naked??

Ah, but- with his pants coming off, he feels it necessary that he stop and speak against Corvo's lips,] Try not to surprise anyone by throwing those.

[He will probably want his pants back later.]

I'm real tempted. [Corvo laughed against his lips. It wasn't like anyone would be able to see the Outsider, let alone if he was naked-- Except Emily. He freezes at the thought, then gently lowered the pants off to the side. Nope. Not today. Not ever.

Being dragged down to make out normally wouldn't have Corvo complaining, but it's making it just a little difficult to get a better look at the man under him. Or get his own clothes off. He'll indulge him in the moment, but it wasn't long before the hand that wasn't supporting him was dragging the Outsider's down to the front of belt.] Can you... [help get this off him, please god]

[Thanks for sparing Emily seeing his maybe crooked cock, among other things. He hums against Corvo's lips in a sort of approval when his pants get put down to the side, but it's more of a "that's what I thought" approval than anything else. Be reasonable, man.

He obliges Corvo with undoing his belt without any further commentary; for someone who's never done this before, he sure is deft at doing this with one hand. Call it a perk of being so... magic. All that matters is he doesn't need persuading to get Corvo's belt undone and tugged a little loose, then left to hang there while the Outsider mimics Corvo's earlier action by slipping his hand into the front of his pants to palm at him. Forget the belt.]

[That isn't fair, Corvo thought, as it was entirely fair. He hadn't expected the Outsider to copy him, nor for it to have the effect that it did. His breath hitched and his grip on the curtains below tightened, but he didn't make a sound.

He will go ahead and try to pull his pants down, kicking off the boots to the pair he definitely took off the Outsider, shut up. This could probably be resolved by just taking a break in kissing, but where's the fun in that? He's too focused in his touch, anyway. His squirming didn't help distract from it.]

[He's not making a sound? Really? That's not interesting at all. The Outsider presses his hand against him more insistently, even as he starts wiggling his pants off, trying to get at least a stutter out of him. He's not here to play who's the needier old man but it's certainly on the agenda as a bonus.

He tilts his head then, cutting Corvo off from kissing his mouth as he trails his lips down to his jaw. No kissing reward until he gets some payoff here.]

Corvo... I like you better when you're talkative. [Say something while he goes for gold, come on!!]

[Corvo was just really focused, okay. But now? He might just be silent out of stubbornness. His lips curve up in the start of a smirk at his plan, but it's wiped off his face when the Outsider turned his head. No... come back...

He is really going for it, though, and with Corvo's mouth unoccupied, he can't help a low moan from escaping him. There was no winning this.] I... liked you better when you were in this position.

[Sorry, not sorry. At least his pants are gone. If the Outsider's going to be like this, he'll at least return the favor by trailing a hand down his front but not taking him back into his hand.]

You have no one to blame for that but yourself. As I recall, you were so eager to get me onto my back...

[It was like a whole five minutes ago, Corvo, come on. The Outsider speaks low, privately as if there's anyone else here, but it gets the point across well enough—all of this is only for Corvo. That's the sort of feeling that's conveyed as he drags his fingertips lightly over Corvo's length slowly, experimentally... Of course he's going to be as infuriating as possible about this, even as his breath hitches from Corvo's touch sliding down his stomach.]

I was eager so I could take care of you... [Corvo mutters, but there's no real bitterness in his voice. How could there be, when the Outsider touches him like he's something to be explored?

He'll let him take his time, remembering it was his first. Remembering it was his first in 4,000 years. If he wants to be infuriating with Corvo, he'll allow it this once. He'll resist biting his lip, and he won't even try to disguise the shudder that courses through him.

He'll even take the Outsider in hand, his calloused hands surprisingly gentle in a quicker, encouraging stroke. As much as he wants him to take his time, he'll still point him in the right direction.]

[Take care of him... what an alien concept. In both the sexual and normal ways, even! The Outsider hums, maybe approval, maybe just his usual interest, and presses his hand against Corvo more firmly. The man is something to be explored, indeed; the Outsider has seen plenty of his mind and how he operates, so obviously the next step is to explore the rest of his body. Here, with his lips brushing faintly against Corvo's jaw, mapping out his skin on touch alone.

His other hand slides back into Corvo's hair, grip curling tightly when Corvo touches him in turn. He doesn't make a sound, either, but when he speaks he's still using that lower tone:] Sit up, Corvo.

[He'd much rather crawl into Corvo's lap than be lying here on his back, he's decided. Let's go, get a move on. Places to be.]

[Oh yeah, Corvo's sure the Outsider has So Much to do... He purses his lips for a moment, almost unwilling to. His last times were like this, why did he have to move--

It's fine. Change is fine. He withdrew and leaned back on his hands, raising an skeptical brow.] Are you... sure...? I can... [He can start listing off things, but what was the point? It was just a change of position. He can deal with not being in control. The Outsider isn't entirely clueless, he's sure, so he'll leave himself open to climb back onto.]

[First of all, shut up Corvo. Let him do what he wants, which right now is to follow Corvo sitting up, first to kneeling, where he stops to lean in and kiss him again. He braces himself with his hands on Corvo's chest, making sure he's thoroughly kissed before sliding one hand back down to take him in hand and actually stroke him instead of just fiddle around. Generously.

So yes, he's sure, he's very certain that he just wants to straddle Corvo's lap and touch him all over. Don't get fussy, old man.]

[Ugh, fine... Corvo doesn't have room to complain, anyway. Not in between the kissing, or the heavy breathing at his skin. He wouldn't dream of it.

He has enough self control to refrain from mindlessly grind up into his hand, thankfully. With his mouth occupied, fingers run down the Outsider's spine while the others wrap around his length to mirror his actions. Generously.] You're... beautiful...

[Like this? Under the pale light of the lanterns? Oh, no matter the pleasure he's getting out of this, he means it.]

[Oh, flattery. Tell him how nice his eyes are, next, he'll love that. He definitely smiles against Corvo's lips, shivering in his touch. There's no denying that it feels good to be touched like this, but there's a certain... difference, between the Outsider and any other man Corvo could be doing this with, obviously. His body might be small but his mind is quite the opposite, so despite being a 4,000 year old virgin, he's much more composed than he logically ought to be. Corvo will have to really knock him out to totally unravel his composure, but he can't stop his breath from hitching or the way he's much warmer completely undressed than he was with his clothes still on.

So, it's give and take. He'll be infuriating like this, but he still makes a soft noise into his next kiss and rewards Corvo with a more insistent squeeze.]

I believe that counts as heresy, Corvo. [Among other things happening here that are heretical, actually, but. Never mind that, instead, mind the Outsider leaning his body closer to Corvo's and so relying on him more for support to stay sort of upright. He's skinny, it's fine.] You are remarkable.

[Any sound Corvo was already a feat enough, he'd decided. Yes, if he were with any other man, he'd have profanities pouring from their lips and pleadings for more. But though he hadn't put much thought into it before, it didn't surprise him that the Outsider's composure wasn't easily broken.

And that was just fine. It was perfect to him, even. He didn't want him to be a normal man this evening, or the next. He'd rather unravel him overtime, lest he want to wind up uninteresting. He was setting goals for another time, and the next after that. His current one? Just getting him to say things like that, sending a shiver down his spine that conflicted with the warmth in his chest.]

I've been your heretic for a long time, Outsider. [He leans to press into him, but also to stay upright himself. It's a good thing he's still so toned. Also a good thing he's so good at multitasking, because with how close they are, he's going to guide the Outsider's hand back to him long enough to take them both in one. God, it's been a long time since he's done this, but he'll still do his best to show him his intentions in tentative strokes.]

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