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chuckles with the utterance of his name, sans title. despite the turmoil that came with his name being this way, both inner and outer, there is a certain level of peace he has come to associate with being referred to in this way. and it seemed as though the princess was beginning to arrive at the same realization... "fancy some revelry or fanfare for your arrival, my dame?" bevan jests while finally pulling his boots off each foot, looking up in her direction. steps forward away from the entryway, finally, and places his boots by the base of the hearth, not quite wet, but not quite dry enough where they wouldn't benefit from the proximity. walks back to where he hung his bag and starts putting away the small food items he bought from the market. just a few preserves or spices he can't get himself. turns to face her at the way she explains away her presence, the smile that had quirked its way on his face during his slight jest only grows further. "typically, royals use the various properties of the crown to do that. but you, bailey, just dame bailey, came here." leans back against the cabinet behind him as gaze traverses her entire being in away he rarely (if ever) has allowed himself to do. "if i didn't know any better, i'd say you came here for my company."

the behavior he exhibited at their last session was so unlike him it made him dizzy, almost made him quit modelling for jester altogether... but he reminded himself that she was his friend. and, amongst all else, she seemed just as interested in him as he was her. "in all forms?" her... enthusiasm, for lack of a better word, causes a smile of genuine nature to dance along his features. corey actually ends up looking away from her for a moment due to the slight adorable quality he prescribes to her behavior. a thought that only grows as she uses the words "revolution" to describe getting an erection. he isn't against it; his actions the other week showed that he wasn't against it. the way it is being presented just made him smile. allows the slight tinge of ruddiness to fade before gaze is brought back up towards her. "yeah? well, feel free to start drawing then, jes, and you tell me when you want me to start... revolving."

panic, shut down, rinse, and repeat. that’s how ari has always moved through life. that’s how he learned to navigate things. catastrophizing comes easier to him than breathing does. he’s aware it isn’t the happiest way to live ( always assuming and preparing for the worst ), but he figures it protects him. when his full name falls from cassius’ lips, he’s shaken from the false reality he’d already accepted - - that cassius didn’t want him, that he regrets ever making out with ari, that he’s going to move out because he can’t handle ari as a roommate. but, before he knows it, he’s being pulled from the wreckage he’s buried himself under. cass saves him from his own mind and guides him to calmer waters. the simple touch anchors him, while simultaneously making his heartbeat skip. cassius’ proposal is a welcome one, drawing near to cass being the very thing ari needs. he clambers onto the couch and rests his head on the pillow. “that’s what i do best, cass. i get in my head…it prepares me, murmurs as he gets comfy. wide brown eyes linger on the other’s face and his heart swells. his breathing is still ( by doctor’s standards ) erratic, but he feels his body regulating. all because of cass. a soft laugh escapes him, cheeks pink as he rolls his eyes. “are you insinuating that i look the way that i feel?” the words are teasing and heists so that he’s facing cass’ torso. fingers find themselves curled in the fabric of the other’s shirt - - an anchor.

"that is not what you do best." words come out in a tone that swirls in the air like the steam off a hot chocolate on a cold day --- warm & comforting with a twinge of sweetness to invite you in. that being exactly what cassius' body does as his roommate settles inside his embrace, one hand finds refuge in brown tresses as the other gently trails along his side before resting along the bottom of his ribs. "you've always worn your heart on your sleeve, ar. it's why i don't invite you to poker night." lets the corners of his quirk slightly at that, finally dropping his head slightly to allow himself to see the other just a little bit better. allows himself the give for his body a little bit of relaxation when he starts to see ari opt into downregulation, posture falling into something a little more comfortable and less robotic. the hand on his head begins to gently massage fingers into the brunet's scalp. "i didn't blame you for not coming back that night. just for starters, ari." lets blue eyes flutter shut as he begins to speak, "i felt a little lost when you started... icing me out though. like, whatever your reason was, that was your choice. thought i'd at least get a say in the friendship fading, y'know?" grimaces, eyes turning clenched for those few seconds, as an audible groan slips out. "i know your rationale now, so it's okay and all... but sheesh, yeah?" a laugh, eyes finally opening in an attempt to go and find the other's, hand in ari's hair stopping it's movements to rake through his locks gently. "gotta clarify something though, i'm not a hookup fiend, ar. they aren't my preferred way to sustain relationships, smarts a little that you think they are..."

MANNY JACINTO Nine Perfect Strangers 1.03 “Earth Day”

what amuses corey the most in this situation, what causes him to act in a way that is certifiably not corey-like, is the dichotomy between her normal behavior and the behavior she displays during these one-to-one modeling sessions. in yoga, in group art classes, what have you, jester holds herself with this level of confidence, or perhaps comfort is a better term, that she seems to forget about the moment they start a more private setting. it made him channel some of the behaviors he's always seen his best friend display, and get a little bolder with the things he did. which is why the moment she tells him to spread out, he has no problem doing just that. unties the robe and lets it fall to the bed as he follows the directions he was told. gaze meets hers again as the corners of his lips quirk in a smirk. "do you want me hard, jester?" voice is calm and casual, head tilting ever so slightly. "i mean, that's typically what you draw, right?"

if it seems like the forsaken knight was acting a little too blasé about harboring a potentially runaway princess in his cottage, he would have any observers to note that he DID act appropriately the first time she arrived without notice. threatened to return her to the castle, to go to the nearest outpost and report her whereabouts, ignore her until she got her wits about her, and all things of this nature. unfortunate for bevan, the princess orchid is nothing if not a woman knowledgeable of loopholes, her family's limits, and the best way to play a man's weaknesses against him. bevan's weaknesses? his current life of involuntary solitude and his still fervent compulsion to obey the orders of the crown. curls bounce as he shakes his head softly whilst looking down to the ground, starting to untie the strings that fasten his cloak to his frame. "it is just bevan as well, if we are to be truly frank about everything. though honesty strips me of my title, does not strip you of yours..." the smile on his face when he shoots her a look shows that he's not unwilling to try her way. bailey. bailey, bailey, bailey. mouths it to himself as he turns away to hang the cloak by the door. faces her once more before kneeling to unlace his boots, staying close to the door as he notices the state of the floorboards (much nicer than he can ever get them). "i fear the people who would be concerned are never told when things occur." a sigh, shaking his head for a moment once more. "you did not come all this way to grace me with news of the castle. tell me, what are your intentions for this stay? it is not discovery this time, as you found me already."

never once has another person made emma feel so wanted before... no matter the sound, touch, movement, what have you, that comes from ellie, it lights up something carnal inside her body. like now, when she lets out that soft little whine as the blonde can feel her twitch against lipstick-painted petals. eyes look up with amusement at the directive, "always so impatient, baby..." it's purely a tease as fingertips quickly grasp the elastic waistband before pulling them down the other's thighs. a sharp intake is done at the sight of her girlfriend's cock hardening before her. gets better with every glance and she's thankful for the opportunity to even lay her eyes upon it. despite her panache for all things puppy, little kitten licks are placed along their length, starting at the tip and going towards the base.

ari’s watched the people cassius brings home, he’s seen them ( all beautiful, all far better than ari ) and that’s what terrifies him the most. ari has panic attacks over not being enough, he’s unstable, and he has an unhealthy attachment style. how could he compare to the people who don’t mind a hookup? who don’t mind cassius charming them into bed? ( and he knows how fucking charming cass can be ). ari needs stability, needs someone who wants him and not just his body. he doesn’t blame cassius nor judge him, not one bit - - ari just can’t hookup. his brain short circuits at the thought. he hates how the nickname makes him melt, and how the tug on his hand makes him feel weak. hesitantly, ari steps into the basement, mortified by his confession and preparing himself for a storm of rejection. chest rise and falls quickly ( too quickly ) as he struggles for air. “cass, if you’re going to turn me down please do so now. rip the bandaid off. i can take it.” though, he’s not sure he can as he stands before cassius, folding in on himself and hanging his head low so the other can’t see the panic written in his eyes.

when you're making a comparison of things, there are about a thousand and twelve items that cassius could list that he would never want his best friend to change about himself... but there is maybe one or two that he wants his friend to work on, not change per se, but improve upon for the betterment of his own wellbeing. one of those has to be the display he sees before him right now. this display of blatant disregard for almost every ounce of possibility that the chef could have wanted privacy for the two in any situation other than the worst. "ari bartezzi," whispers the name out in something just teetering onto a whine. "c'mon." his free hand finds the other's before tugging him gently by both along as he walks backwards to the couch. drops them with a reluctance before cassius is sitting down on the sectional, legs outstretched on the chaise, while he grabs one of the throw pillows to rest in his lap (makes his upcoming offer feel a little less intimate). "lay down," one hand outstretches towards his best friend as the other pats softly on the pillow. "you're getting into your head too much. there's no band-aid to rip, ar. steady your breathing a little bit, then i'll talk okay? --- plus, your hair is looking a little rough. you could use a little finger combing of the curls, bub." features are gentle, genuine, as the soft smile takes hold of his face.

he visibly shivers as she repeats his name, moaning pathetically against her lips. "roxy, i...wh-where? where do i touch you?" kobi feels embarrassed, feels like a fish out of water as his hands finally land on her hips - - he figures that's at least a start, right? as her lips meet his once more, he kisses back feverishly. he's hungry for more and there's a fire coiling in his stomach that he doesn't quite recognize, a desire that threatens to consume him. "i'll do anything you ask," kobi murmurs between kisses, "just guide me."

lets out a little hum of approval as his hands fall onto her hips, it's exactly what is needed for a start. a gentle touch can always lead to a firm grasp later on. you need to be somewhere to eventually get to your final destination. the fire that is unleashed from the younger male into their kiss surprises her, draws out a whine from mary's throat. one that she did not expect to fall prey to so early on. "fuck, kobi." it's breathy and denotes the arousal starting to seep through her body. "i want you to trust whatever made you kiss me like that. okay? use your hands, your mouth, teeth... i'm a big girl--- i'll tell you to stop if i want you to. just like i want you to tell me to stop if you need me to, if you need a breather, okay?" mary had tilted her head back just a little further away in hopes their lips not touching every syllable would give him the chance to actually hear her words. "sound good, pumpkin?" leans forward to tap the button of her nose against his. waits for confirmation before gently rolling her hips against him.

" jesus christ , arin . " it's said again when he can feel the other's gaze directly on his crotch , on his erection that he caused . it does nothing to help , his attention , and bentley feels the heat spreading through him all over again . he tries to hold arin's gaze when it locks with his , if only to keep his eyes from wandering anywhere else along his body and teh visible effect he's having on him . " who pregrames - you know what , i don't even think i want to know . no , that's not what i was . . . doing . " he huffs . there's a t-shirt , or what he assumes it to be , hanging over the counter top of the bathroom sink between them . blond snatches it , holding it in his hands as if he's ready to pull it over his torso . it's , in all actuality , a shield , an armour , over his still hard cock and hopefully at least some of the blush he can not rid . " why are you still in here ? " a pause , eyes darting behind the other . " . . . did you lock the door ? "

perhaps it's wrong of him to be staring directly at his girlfriend's brother's hard-on, but it is right in front of him, and despite what the other seems to be saying, there seems to be more to the story than is being shared right now. besides, they had a stipulation about this--- the couple could both look elsewhere, they just couldn't touch... so no harm, no foul, right? the words spoken by the other causes a genuine laugh stirring from inside him. "typically, if someone's theories are wrong, the other party presents the correct answer." isn't sure what the clothing item is supposed to be doing, all it does for arin is bring his attention back down towards his lower torso and hips... not long though, because the questioning gets turned on himself all of a sudden stirs up a question. "me? --- i'm just checkin in, lookin for the keys. and when i found you in such a vulnerable position, i wanted to assure no one else would repeat my mistake while we talked." fully a lie, can't help the way the smile is unmitigated on his face when he says it. "besides, if i had to come all the way up here to find keys that were downstairs all along, can't a guy enjoy the view?"

sometimes his mind goes back to the way they met, and just how interestingly things have developed since that first group lesson he modelled for. corey was professional, don't get him wrong, but the man can only sit & pose while his artist sits on her chair, absolutely squirming for so many weeks before starting to lose the plot a little. that isn't to say he is going to be the one to act first, no, he just keeps raising the stakes a little bit more each week. "yeah, of course. you probably would want to nail in some of that work you started last week. i remember that being your area of interest after all." smirk never once falters as the words are spoken, and gaze firmly meets hers. shrugs off the robe, leaving him bare in front of jester. palms are flat on his thighs for a second before shifting legs apart slightly. "again, you want any specific poses, jest?"