[For someone not in love with him, Jindosh is doing a good job of pulling Paolo head-over-heels. He's easy, he's so easy, but he's beyond caring if it means he'll get him looks like that. He's been starved of affection for too long now.
So he runs his fingers through his hair, settling them at the back of Jindosh's head and bracing his other hand on his shoulder. He had to, leaning up and into him like that to kiss him again.] And you're... you're not going anywhere.
[For someone only kind of in love with him, Paolo is making it absurdly obvious. Jindosh kisses him back generously, slipping that hand back down to his waist now that Paolo is with the program.]
It is my house. [Ha! Jokes! But really, he's apparently content to kiss Paolo again, slower this time, and pull his teasing hand up to finally dip his fingers past Paolo's waistband and stroke him skin-to-skin. He'd make another pseudo-snide comment, but he's busy kissing.]
[He's going to have to spare him pseudo-snide comments for like, another minute or two here. But Paolo can only stay on his toes for so long, and when he does break away, he's pulling Jindosh forward while stepping back.
Let him get to the bed, please god. He's already biting his lip to avoid making a sound.]
[Where does he think he's going with Jindosh's hand down his pants, that's the real question. Jindosh supposes he can follow when he's pulled, lest he just take his hand away and stand there just looking at him. Paolo biting his lip makes his heart turn over in a way he'll never be used to, and even as they're finally making their way to the bed he leans back down to kiss him again.
Ugh. Terrible. Get to the bed before he loses his patience in an entirely different way.]
[He is going to bed, thank you!! He only stops when the back of his legs hit the bedside, but he doesn't will himself over it straight away. No, he saw the way he looked at him before he leaned in, and he responds by biting down on Jindosh's lip in turn.
That was about as harsh as he could get tonight, really, and it was nothing. He didn't even draw blood. Pathetic.]
[No, that's not fair at all. Jindosh can't help the noise he makes against Paolo's lips, something breathy that becomes a groan. Paolo is the worst...]
Down, [he says, and nudges Paolo back. Get down there so he can touch more dick and say nothing at all about his feelings.]
[Paolo is supposed to remember to ask about his feelings, but there isn't much thought beyond falling back into bed. He moves back for the space to follow, dragging his pants past his knees to be kicked off. Somewhere. He didn't care where yet again.]
Not a dog, [he says, well after the fact he just took orders to get his dick touched.]
[Paolo is so easy. Jindosh doesn't hesitate before climbing over him, bracing himself with one hand next to Paolo while the other goes back to stroking him. He's not wasting time anymore, Paolo can thank him later for that.]
No, but you are mine. [A helpful reminder as he squeezes down his length and pulls up again, pausing to rub his thumb over the tip. Tell him he's smart again...]
I'm yours. [He confirms, just before a low groan, reaching up to ball one hand in the fabric of Jindosh's shirt and the other in the sheets. He leaned his head back and pressed his hips up into his hand with more ease than when they were standing.] I'm yours...
[He is smart, though, so it didn't take much for him to keep spilling praise. He was easy.] I've been yours all hours of the day, here or not. You think I'd listen to anyone else that long? Make an idiot of myself trying to get a fraction of what you know? If I'm gonna fall for-- [shit, no, too far, but oh well,] -- for anyone, it's going to be the smartest man in all the Isles.
[Paolo keeps saying things like that and Jindosh is going to start believing him. More than he already does—it's too strange an occurrence to not be believed, he thinks. What would Paolo gain from pretending to be in love with him? As much as Jindosh is always ready to shoot someone with his clunky pistol, Paolo is more than capable of beating the hell out of him if all he wants is Jindosh's killer machines.
So he's probably telling the truth, Jindosh has decided, and that's something to behold. Something that keeps him here despite totally not being in love with Paolo, just fonder of him than he should be and now very generous about stroking him faster, leaning down to kiss at his neck and breathe in the warmth of his skin.
But he's not in love with him. He hums against Paolo's neck, because he's not in love with him.] Then be mine from now on. Your reputation will recover.
[He says "from now on" and he means something like a relationship, the kind real people and adults have, but shut up.]
[Jindosh asks for a relationship like Paolo says he likes him. It takes a moment to piece together the from now on, what which his tip slick with pre-come and lips against his neck. Funnily enough, he's distracted from Jindosh not being in love with him with some questionable affectionate things.
But he finds it within himself to reply between biting backs noises of pleasure.] I've been yours for awhile now, but... yeah, yeah, from now on. I don't care what they say, I don't... fuck...
[He's beginning to understand why Jindosh likes playing with his hair so much, because he's threading his fingers back through the strands to keep him close. This little confirmation of what they are has him smiling, through arching his back into his hand. And he will say it's why he's already so near his end, because fuck you, he's not that easy.]
[Hmm, fingers in his hair do feel nice, not because of emotions, because Jindosh wouldn't know anything about that. He breathes out a laugh against Paolo's skin next, kissing up close to his ear.]
Liar, [he says, because they're both ready to fight all the time. He quickens the pace of his strokes, squeezing around his tip more before dragging his hand back down.] The local rabble won't change my mind.
I'd kill them before... before they got the chance. [Paolo will admit he's a liar if it means he can say he'll kill a man. He means it, too, if words aren't enough then the tightening grip in his hair should be.
Or he's bluffing and close to coming. The latter is more likely, with the way he tenses under him, turning his head to lean it into Jindosh's with a choked Kirin before he spills into his hand.]
[It's worth noting that Jindosh is endeared by Paolo's professions of murder and some kind of enraptured by the way he tenses and grips his hair before he comes. It's worth noting this, because his first thought about Paolo coming in his hand is "ew," and it takes almost all of his self control to keep stroking him to bring him down from his high rather than wiping his hand on Paolo's leg or something.
He's trying, alright. He's doing okay. Instead of his hand, he puts his focus back on kissing Paolo's face again.] How menacing. I'm sure they'll learn to live in fear again soon enough.
[Aw, Jindosh is sweet. Paolo won't realize this right away, catching his breath and hazily leaning to meet his kisses with his own. God, he's so easy. He should hate this.]
You gonna stay in bed again? [He should hate that that's his first question after an orgasm, instead of making a smart, dismissive remark. He should hate that he was his somewhat officially now. But he loves it. He loves him.] With uh... work?
[That's gay, Paolo. Jindosh shifts away from him briefly, after he gets his kisses - to finally shrug his jacket off the rest of the way, and none-too-subtly tug a handkerchief out of its pocket to wipe his hand before he drops both of these somewhere else on the bed. Then he's back, leaning on his elbow to consider Paolo for a beat before sighing and lying all the way down on his side.
He's not in love. He slips his arm around Paolo's waist for every reason besides his feelings.] I'm not keen on going all the way back downstairs.
[Paolo resists every part of him wanting to laugh at the handkerchief, occupying himself with pulling the blanket out from above his head. He has nothing but patience now, throwing it over them and resting his hand on Jindosh's shirt.
He thought about pulling him in for more kisses, but he's settled for looking at him fondly. He reaches to brush his thumb over Jindosh's cheek.] Guessing it's not late enough ask what you were going to say.
[This is too sweet - Paolo shouldn't be this sweet, and Jindosh shouldn't be as endeared by him as he is. Paolo hinting about those things he didn't say before makes him falter, clearing his throat and looking away from his face to... to his shoulder. Perfect.]
I suppose that depends on how much of a clear answer you're expecting. [Which is as close to "I don't know what I'm doing" as he'll ever get, so appreciate that.]
It's terrible to have feelings. Jindosh frowns, more defensively than anything else, but he does manage to look Paolo in the face again. No hey. Don't hey him.]
If you look at me like that, I might. [now he's grumpy about Paolo making him feel things.] It wasn't anything, really, simply the... the way I feel with you here.
[Paolo's expecting some big secret with how long he's holding onto it, so when he hears comfortable... Well, he can't help but grin.]
You've been holding on out me because you're comfortable? [He teases, withdrawing a hand with a tap to his nose.] Of all the things Kirin Jindosh can't say, I'm shocked. What're you going to do if you fall in love with me?
[Jindosh ought to roll Paolo out of his bed and send him home right now, all things considered. He frowns again, brow furrowing at the poke to his nose - stop that? What was that for?]
You never fail to remind me why I'm hardly inspired to open my heart to such a hooligan. Falling in love with the most incorrigible man in Karnaca? [He scoffs, like that's surely impossible. Completely. This much is true: he is terrified.] Don't spoil the moment with your attitude.
[It should be Paolo's turn to frown, but he only chuckles and leans his head against Jindosh's. It isn't any less than what he braced himself for, so it's fine. His feelings aren't hurt.
They are a little. But it's fine.] I'm a hooligan that makes you comfortable. That's already a start, isn't it? [Oh, but he'll let him be, he guesses...] I've put my heart in your hands, Kirin. Physically. Figuratively. You can tell me if I make you feel anything as simple as comfortable.
[He's so close - too close, this much affection and honesty might make him say something more interesting than "comfortable," and it settles over Jindosh like a hundred tiny pinpricks. Uncomfortable.
His arm around Paolo's waist curls more snugly around him, holding him there securely. Secure, there's a word—too much and yet just right for the way he actually feels with Paolo beside him. He knows without remembering why that it has something to do with the time he wasn't well, and mercifully for both of them he's skipping the part where he denies anything he felt back then was actually himself.
He knows what he knows... That will do. So, pointedly casually, like he might as well be talking about the weather:] Safe and sound.
[Beat. Hm. Yes.] Rather than "comfortable," since you can't seem to get it out of your mouth.
[Stop teasing him!! he insists, right after saying something even gayer than "comfortable."]
[Paolo could tease him mercilessly to the point he's thrown out of bed. He had every opportunity to laugh off the tightness in his chest and ponder the coils around his heart later. But there's something about the word safe that drives off everything but the desire to keep him that way, to pull him closer, kiss him slower, tell him he feels the same and more.
A mild version of the latter will have to do. Jindosh was not in love with him, and he couldn't be so tender, so... vulnerable knowing that. However, he can look at him with more fondness that he'd only mustered when he'd been sleeping. There wasn't any restraint in the way he studied every feature of his face like he might wake up to find he never set foot in his mansion. Weeks have gone by, months if he counted the gap in memory, and yet it was still difficult to grasp that this was anything but a long nap before the violence started again.]
I'd get ten times the amount of stars on my back to keep it that way, Kirin. [He hadn't meant to sound as serious as he did, but god, he can't pull off the casual tone Jindosh confessed these things. He just hoped his lack of subtly was still charming.] If you ever feel anything but safe and sound, I come when you call. Always.
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So he runs his fingers through his hair, settling them at the back of Jindosh's head and bracing his other hand on his shoulder. He had to, leaning up and into him like that to kiss him again.] And you're... you're not going anywhere.
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It is my house. [Ha! Jokes! But really, he's apparently content to kiss Paolo again, slower this time, and pull his teasing hand up to finally dip his fingers past Paolo's waistband and stroke him skin-to-skin. He'd make another pseudo-snide comment, but he's busy kissing.]
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Let him get to the bed, please god. He's already biting his lip to avoid making a sound.]
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Ugh. Terrible. Get to the bed before he loses his patience in an entirely different way.]
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That was about as harsh as he could get tonight, really, and it was nothing. He didn't even draw blood. Pathetic.]
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Down, [he says, and nudges Paolo back. Get down there so he can touch more dick and say nothing at all about his feelings.]
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Not a dog, [he says, well after the fact he just took orders to get his dick touched.]
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No, but you are mine. [A helpful reminder as he squeezes down his length and pulls up again, pausing to rub his thumb over the tip. Tell him he's smart again...]
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[He is smart, though, so it didn't take much for him to keep spilling praise. He was easy.] I've been yours all hours of the day, here or not. You think I'd listen to anyone else that long? Make an idiot of myself trying to get a fraction of what you know? If I'm gonna fall for-- [shit, no, too far, but oh well,] -- for anyone, it's going to be the smartest man in all the Isles.
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So he's probably telling the truth, Jindosh has decided, and that's something to behold. Something that keeps him here despite totally not being in love with Paolo, just fonder of him than he should be and now very generous about stroking him faster, leaning down to kiss at his neck and breathe in the warmth of his skin.
But he's not in love with him. He hums against Paolo's neck, because he's not in love with him.] Then be mine from now on. Your reputation will recover.
[He says "from now on" and he means something like a relationship, the kind real people and adults have, but shut up.]
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But he finds it within himself to reply between biting backs noises of pleasure.] I've been yours for awhile now, but... yeah, yeah, from now on. I don't care what they say, I don't... fuck...
[He's beginning to understand why Jindosh likes playing with his hair so much, because he's threading his fingers back through the strands to keep him close. This little confirmation of what they are has him smiling, through arching his back into his hand. And he will say it's why he's already so near his end, because fuck you, he's not that easy.]
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Liar, [he says, because they're both ready to fight all the time. He quickens the pace of his strokes, squeezing around his tip more before dragging his hand back down.] The local rabble won't change my mind.
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Or he's bluffing and close to coming. The latter is more likely, with the way he tenses under him, turning his head to lean it into Jindosh's with a choked Kirin before he spills into his hand.]
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He's trying, alright. He's doing okay. Instead of his hand, he puts his focus back on kissing Paolo's face again.] How menacing. I'm sure they'll learn to live in fear again soon enough.
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You gonna stay in bed again? [He should hate that that's his first question after an orgasm, instead of making a smart, dismissive remark. He should hate that he was his somewhat officially now. But he loves it. He loves him.] With uh... work?
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He's not in love. He slips his arm around Paolo's waist for every reason besides his feelings.] I'm not keen on going all the way back downstairs.
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He thought about pulling him in for more kisses, but he's settled for looking at him fondly. He reaches to brush his thumb over Jindosh's cheek.] Guessing it's not late enough ask what you were going to say.
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I suppose that depends on how much of a clear answer you're expecting. [Which is as close to "I don't know what I'm doing" as he'll ever get, so appreciate that.]
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An unclear answer is better than none, Kirin. But you don't have to tell me.
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It's terrible to have feelings. Jindosh frowns, more defensively than anything else, but he does manage to look Paolo in the face again. No hey. Don't hey him.]
If you look at me like that, I might. [now he's grumpy about Paolo making him feel things.] It wasn't anything, really, simply the... the way I feel with you here.
[A long beat. Urgh.] S— Comfortable.
["Comfortable" is fair.]
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You've been holding on out me because you're comfortable? [He teases, withdrawing a hand with a tap to his nose.] Of all the things Kirin Jindosh can't say, I'm shocked. What're you going to do if you fall in love with me?
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You never fail to remind me why I'm hardly inspired to open my heart to such a hooligan. Falling in love with the most incorrigible man in Karnaca? [He scoffs, like that's surely impossible. Completely. This much is true: he is terrified.] Don't spoil the moment with your attitude.
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They are a little. But it's fine.] I'm a hooligan that makes you comfortable. That's already a start, isn't it? [Oh, but he'll let him be, he guesses...] I've put my heart in your hands, Kirin. Physically. Figuratively. You can tell me if I make you feel anything as simple as comfortable.
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His arm around Paolo's waist curls more snugly around him, holding him there securely. Secure, there's a word—too much and yet just right for the way he actually feels with Paolo beside him. He knows without remembering why that it has something to do with the time he wasn't well, and mercifully for both of them he's skipping the part where he denies anything he felt back then was actually himself.
He knows what he knows... That will do. So, pointedly casually, like he might as well be talking about the weather:] Safe and sound.
[Beat. Hm. Yes.] Rather than "comfortable," since you can't seem to get it out of your mouth.
[Stop teasing him!! he insists, right after saying something even gayer than "comfortable."]
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A mild version of the latter will have to do. Jindosh was not in love with him, and he couldn't be so tender, so... vulnerable knowing that. However, he can look at him with more fondness that he'd only mustered when he'd been sleeping. There wasn't any restraint in the way he studied every feature of his face like he might wake up to find he never set foot in his mansion. Weeks have gone by, months if he counted the gap in memory, and yet it was still difficult to grasp that this was anything but a long nap before the violence started again.]
I'd get ten times the amount of stars on my back to keep it that way, Kirin. [He hadn't meant to sound as serious as he did, but god, he can't pull off the casual tone Jindosh confessed these things. He just hoped his lack of subtly was still charming.] If you ever feel anything but safe and sound, I come when you call. Always.
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