contact part deux

[bouchonne]

if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message

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[bouchonne]

Augh.

[ By laughs as those shoulderblades poke at him, and he slaps Bastien's chest playfully. ]

Demon. Stop that.

[cozen]

[ Two more prods for the sake of rebellion and By's laugh, but then he stops and takes hold of his hand. ]

This might be more scandalous than fucking on your desk. I should have locked the door.

[ He could now, but the door is over there, and he's over here. So. ]

Whiskey, lock the door.

[bouchonne]

Oh, that's the sort of nonsense that only mabaris can do.

[ He looks very fondly at his non-mabari. ]

And I don't feel like getting up. So if someone walks in, start moaning like we're screwing with our clothes on.

[cozen]

Finally a worthwhile use for our collective acting skills.

[ He turns Byerly's hand in his, considers his elegant fingers, verges close to feeling overwhelmed by the whole of it, and then digs his thumb into Byerly's palm to massage in systematic circles, hunting for tension. ]

How was your day? Before I interrupted, I mean. It better be a good day now.

[bouchonne]

Who can remember?

[ His fingers curl up to caress the back of Bastien's hand - long enough and agile enough that they can do that, even as Bastien massages him. ]

I think I was annoyed.

[cozen]

Annoyed! [ Bastien twists his head to look at him, as well as he's able without dislodging him. ] What could possibly be annoying about living in this beautiful, friendly city and overseeing this group of well-behaved and agreeable people?

Are you sure you were not just hungry?

[bouchonne]

Hmm.

[ He pouts pensively. ]

Why? Did you bring snacks along with you for this grand romantic gesture?

[cozen]

Alas, no.

[ He twists a little further, pausing the hand massage, because he can't not kiss a pout. That's what pouts are for. Quickly, though. It's not quite a peck—warm and a little lingering—but content to stay short and simple and not segue into face-sucking. ]

And don't call this a grand romantic gesture. That is an insult to grand gestures. It is a humble romantic fidget.

[bouchonne]

[ A laugh ruins the kiss a bit, since it's dreadfully hard to kiss back when you're grinning. ]

Sorry, sorry. Well, I'd suggest getting food, but I also don't want to move. Why are we both so bloody destitute? This is the precise moment a servant would be useful.

[cozen]

[ Not quite making himself comfortable again yet, because maybe they will move— ]

Don’t you have an assistant?

[ Not serious. ]

[bouchonne]

Do you trust young Artemaeus to keep his mouth shut about our canoodling?

[cozen]

Oh, no, I would have to get up and look respectable. No question.