[ Will realizes that Basilio is excited, but even so, he's perfectly normal when they meet up for groceries. Just the same as always, wide-eyed and sweet, patient with things most people aren't patient about. He's overly delighted about ripe tomatoes. They buy what they need, they plan their meals for the week, they have dinner, they rest. Everyone spreads out at the day's end as they're accustomed to doing: Strohl and Hulkenberg move out to the deck of the runner to listen to Junah sing, Eupha lingers by her shrine for a moment's worship, Heismay runs up to the falcon's nest.
Will, meanwhile, follows Basilio down to the stowage area, and summarily seats himself upon the bean bag that he normally sleeps in.
He's cute, the way he just sinks into it. Both hands supporting his weight, a mischievous little smirk on his face, ankles demurely crossed. Will is not himself a paripus, but somehow it's easy to imagine what he'd look like if he were. He'd have his ears cocked, tail swishing. He seems faintly anticipatory. ]
[ of course he's excited. not necessarily by the prospect of inflicting any kind of discomfort on the poor little guy whose own interest has seemingly grown and grown throughout the day. he's noticed the looks, how his eyes traced over the shape of his face when they weren't fixated on a vegetable or a recipe or the dinner they just enjoyed together as a team. as a little family. smiles, laughter, those kinds of things. once they all break off to do their own things, that's when basilio lets some of those other thoughts leak back in. ]
Seems like it. [ is he nervous? why is his tail so still, shouldn't it be swaying back and forth like a cat ready to pounce on its prey? he's not approaching will timidly or anything, as he slides his coat off to reveal his buttoned up shirt. basilio pulls up those sleeves to his elbows as he takes a knee. ]
Just thought I'd give you a moment or two, I suppose. Thinkin' I need a breather too, especially with what I've got goin' on in my head.
[ where to start, where to start? he reaches up, brushes a few fingers against will's cheek. ]
[ Basilio's touch is tender. It's very welcome, too. Will closes his eyes and leans into that large palm now cradled against his cheek, even as his own hands find a place to rest on the man's thick wrists, sliding sensuously up his toned forearms.
No, this isn't his first time looking at Basilio, that's for sure. He's looked before, admiring, taking in the angles of the man's handsome features, the scar over his eye, the slope of his nose. Sometimes he's caught Basilio looking in return, though whether it was with curiosity or confusion or interest, he could never quite be sure. But looking into Basilio's eyes now, the way he so carefully takes a knee, like a knight poised to swear fealty to a lord — yes. Will thinks he's sure. ]
What's going on in your head?
[ He smiles, drawing his hands down Basilio's forearms again, back to his wrists. ]
[ he feels so... awkward. is this real? he's seen how fierce will can be. how determined. that he's a magnet, capable of attracting anyone that dares get near. almost like being in a whirlwind where his entire life was flipped upside down, but also right-side up. and here basilio is, wondering where will's hands will continue to explore, feeling over muscle and skin and tracing over where they've strained from exertion and stress and pain. a lot of pain. ]
Uh. Guess I'm not sure where to go first. [ basilio's ears twitch, one flicking after the other. ] Don't wanna do anything I might regret later.
[ his tail drifts lazily from side to side, betraying how he actually feels. his heart has never been so loud in his head. ]
[ Where does he want to be bitten? In Will's heart of hearts, he knows where he wanted Basilio: biting deep into his neck, either from the back or along the tender side, just on the border of where his jugular would be. That would be ideal. He'd be big and warm, and his teeth would hurt, and his tail might swish a little at the taste of Will's blood.
The man still seems a bit nervous, though, and Will is not the type of person to push someone past their boundaries, even though he himself is the sort of person who always rushes headlong into danger without a second thought. He tips his head slightly to one side, then suggests, in a gentle voice: ]
Why don't we start with something small, first? Here...
[ He removed his gloves and his coat a while ago, so when he lifts one palm, it's only to show off his creamy wrist, impossibly delicate, his veins blue-purple beneath his olive skin. ]
[ another twitch of his ears follows as he takes in the entirety of that wrist in his eyes. beautiful skin that never seems to blemish, despite the fighting. the danger. he's seen will break a sweat time and time again but has it ever been permanent? he's got the spitting image of a king if he ever did see one, radiant and rarely looking or seeming out of place... he naturally fits right here. that wrist probably does too, in his mouth.
those veins are so, so appealing. it's not like a priapus is some kind of beast that craves the taste of blood (unless that blood is mostly alcohol) or anything. still, how could he not appreciate what will's offering him? a chance to just... press those lips of his against what he sees, the trail of color and.
he kisses. mouth flush against the wrist, tongue snaking out to lap at the flesh. they may have just enjoyed a meal but this is the far better dessert. ]
[ Will has been the one leaning into this, suggesting it, orchestrating it, encouraging it — and yet, all his fantasizing about what it would be like pales in comparison to that actual sensation of Basilio's mouth on his wrist, tongue lapping at his skin. He was ready and waiting for it, but he finds himself shivering and jolting slightly at the sensation all the same.
It's wet and warm and ticklish and something about the hot wet streak left behind on his skin goes straight between his legs, making him feel a little heady, a little stupid, and very horny. He has half a mind to get his fingers on Basilio's cute, fuzzy ears in "retaliation." Maybe later. ]
That's right. Just like that...
[ Softly encouraging, softly demanding. Will is always soft, but like a king, his commands seem somehow absolute. He even seems at his element in a situation like this — gently guiding Basilio through the motions. ]
Now you can bite down... or maybe... kiss your way up to my neck?
[ A gentle smile, a tilt of the head. Will isn't much fussed either way, but he likes having the sensation of having Basilio's red eyes on his fingers, his wrist, his face, his body. ]
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[ Will realizes that Basilio is excited, but even so, he's perfectly normal when they meet up for groceries. Just the same as always, wide-eyed and sweet, patient with things most people aren't patient about. He's overly delighted about ripe tomatoes. They buy what they need, they plan their meals for the week, they have dinner, they rest. Everyone spreads out at the day's end as they're accustomed to doing: Strohl and Hulkenberg move out to the deck of the runner to listen to Junah sing, Eupha lingers by her shrine for a moment's worship, Heismay runs up to the falcon's nest.
Will, meanwhile, follows Basilio down to the stowage area, and summarily seats himself upon the bean bag that he normally sleeps in.
He's cute, the way he just sinks into it. Both hands supporting his weight, a mischievous little smirk on his face, ankles demurely crossed. Will is not himself a paripus, but somehow it's easy to imagine what he'd look like if he were. He'd have his ears cocked, tail swishing. He seems faintly anticipatory. ]
So...
[ So, indeed. So it goes. ]
Is it biting time?
[ Chomp, he said. ]
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Seems like it. [ is he nervous? why is his tail so still, shouldn't it be swaying back and forth like a cat ready to pounce on its prey? he's not approaching will timidly or anything, as he slides his coat off to reveal his buttoned up shirt. basilio pulls up those sleeves to his elbows as he takes a knee. ]
Just thought I'd give you a moment or two, I suppose. Thinkin' I need a breather too, especially with what I've got goin' on in my head.
[ where to start, where to start? he reaches up, brushes a few fingers against will's cheek. ]
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No, this isn't his first time looking at Basilio, that's for sure. He's looked before, admiring, taking in the angles of the man's handsome features, the scar over his eye, the slope of his nose. Sometimes he's caught Basilio looking in return, though whether it was with curiosity or confusion or interest, he could never quite be sure. But looking into Basilio's eyes now, the way he so carefully takes a knee, like a knight poised to swear fealty to a lord — yes. Will thinks he's sure. ]
What's going on in your head?
[ He smiles, drawing his hands down Basilio's forearms again, back to his wrists. ]
There's no need to be nervous. It's just me.
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[ he feels so... awkward. is this real? he's seen how fierce will can be. how determined. that he's a magnet, capable of attracting anyone that dares get near. almost like being in a whirlwind where his entire life was flipped upside down, but also right-side up. and here basilio is, wondering where will's hands will continue to explore, feeling over muscle and skin and tracing over where they've strained from exertion and stress and pain. a lot of pain. ]
Uh. Guess I'm not sure where to go first. [ basilio's ears twitch, one flicking after the other. ] Don't wanna do anything I might regret later.
[ his tail drifts lazily from side to side, betraying how he actually feels. his heart has never been so loud in his head. ]
Got anywhere in particular you want me?
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The man still seems a bit nervous, though, and Will is not the type of person to push someone past their boundaries, even though he himself is the sort of person who always rushes headlong into danger without a second thought. He tips his head slightly to one side, then suggests, in a gentle voice: ]
Why don't we start with something small, first? Here...
[ He removed his gloves and his coat a while ago, so when he lifts one palm, it's only to show off his creamy wrist, impossibly delicate, his veins blue-purple beneath his olive skin. ]
You can kiss my wrist.
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those veins are so, so appealing. it's not like a priapus is some kind of beast that craves the taste of blood (unless that blood is mostly alcohol) or anything. still, how could he not appreciate what will's offering him? a chance to just... press those lips of his against what he sees, the trail of color and.
he kisses. mouth flush against the wrist, tongue snaking out to lap at the flesh. they may have just enjoyed a meal but this is the far better dessert. ]
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It's wet and warm and ticklish and something about the hot wet streak left behind on his skin goes straight between his legs, making him feel a little heady, a little stupid, and very horny. He has half a mind to get his fingers on Basilio's cute, fuzzy ears in "retaliation." Maybe later. ]
That's right. Just like that...
[ Softly encouraging, softly demanding. Will is always soft, but like a king, his commands seem somehow absolute. He even seems at his element in a situation like this — gently guiding Basilio through the motions. ]
Now you can bite down... or maybe... kiss your way up to my neck?
[ A gentle smile, a tilt of the head. Will isn't much fussed either way, but he likes having the sensation of having Basilio's red eyes on his fingers, his wrist, his face, his body. ]
Whichever one you'd like.