umgekehrt | BRB Trollin'

This note slipped under Valmont's door, once the flood has receded.

The rise of your back: Cheltara's cliffs in sunlight Also: splendid ass.

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From:

plz_gtfo_dragon

Valmont is kind of horrified by everything that has come to pass over the last few days. This is kind of a nice distraction, so:

Your face looks as though, Someone took a bat to it. Thanks for the haiku.

From:

umgekehrt

Flattery will get him everywhere, if 'everywhere' is read as 'more embarrassing poetry'.

Fine trousers shadow
Like clouds; the secret foothills
I wander in dreams

From:

plz_gtfo_dragon

The poetry is embarrassing, but the attention is welcome!

Your head: Like a rock Stacked upon another rock Like a strange golem

From:

umgekehrt

Stildyne has no idea what a golem is; he'll charitably assume that it was meant as a compliment (IE that a golem is ugly and hulking) and respond with new heights of impropriety.

Two river-round stones
Soft, ripe fruit between your thighs
Cry out for my tongue

From:

plz_gtfo_dragon

Teeth like jagged rocks Tongue like the sole of a shoe Promise? Or a threat?

From:

umgekehrt

There's a pause while Stildyne dips back into his reference material to construct a suitable and proper response

Ah! My fingers ache
For tassels of Aznir grain
I'm partial to blonds

From:

plz_gtfo_dragon

Careful! That last one Mentioned not my genitals You're losing your touch

From:

umgekehrt

Hmmmm. Well then.
The sweet bow of spring Hard and hung with dew... there's more But come in person

From:

plz_gtfo_dragon

[Annnnd after a little while for him to battle his nerves: Knock knock knock knock knock!]

From:

umgekehrt

[He hadn't been sure that Valmont would come; there was a wide line between flirtation and actual sexual interest (as a wistful, lonely night during mistletoe season had gone far to remind him). But he welcomed the other man in; he'd even been sufficiently optimistic to have glasses out.]

Get you a drink?

From:

plz_gtfo_dragon

[Valmont's not sure if this is a good idea or not. It's been literally years, and he's uncomfortable and lonely and embarrassed of everything he's done over the last sixty two hours, and Stildyne is... unthreateningly hideous, and right now that seems like a good enough reason to do this.]

Yes, please. I could certainly use one right now.

[He smiles, and it stays smooth despite his anxiety.]

From:

umgekehrt

[Dracula got the last of his good brandy and he hasn't gotten more from the bar; a man as wealthy as Valmont is likely used to better than the mid-grade grain alcohol that serves him for a standard drink. Still he pours out and offers Valmont two fingers in a small ceramic cup.

At least his room's not the spartan quarters it used to be; the soft carpet on the floor and low tables are more inviting than metal walls and a metal bedframe, and the polymer-web screen-- doing a decent impression of paper-- hides the bed and leaves any eventual sex at a safe remove, to be sought out when ready and not looming over the initial meeting.]

You're sure about this? You needn't feel obliged simply because of a few filthy poems.

From:

plz_gtfo_dragon

[Valmont reaches out to accept the drink. It's not exactly what he'd be choosing to drink (The bourbon he'd wasted trying to get Castiel drunk had been considerably better quality), but he's not really here for the quality of the alcohol. He gives a slight snort at the question, which may well come across as derisive.]

Believe me, I don't feel obliged to do anything. Your embarrassing haiku might have lured me out, but they certainly don't have me feeling indebted to you.

[He taps his fingers along the side of the ceramic cup and lifts it to take a sip, slipping into a kind of faux arrogance that feels comfortable to him.]

From:

umgekehrt

[Stildyne takes a moment-- just a moment-- to worry about his choices. Again.

He had always liked blonds. That he had developed a passion for slight-framed, autocratic and intensely regal ones, a type out of them-- well, some short little bastard of a princeling was to blame for that.

The accent is all wrong, though, and the clothing, so it'd be all right, and he can take Valmont as the attractive man that he is and not the shadow of someone else.

Although he can't help but be amused, rather than intimidated, by that arrogance.]

Good. It was awful poetry.

[He toasts his guest and drinks himself, refilling his cup and holding the bottle out to refill Valmont's if he liked.]

From:

plz_gtfo_dragon

[Never let it be said that Valmont is a man who'll turn down a refill when he's nervous. He extends his arm for Stildyne to top up his cup, his expression fixed.]

Mm. Indeed it was. If you were hoping to write something that I'd feel compelled to repay, then I'd expect something more in the region of a Greek epic. Or a sizable cheque, I suppose.

[They probably don't even have cheques in the future. He probably sounds like a preening idiot right now. The moment the drink's poured he'll turn away with it to pretend he's looking at the decor and cleverly disguise how horribly out of practice he is at this.]

From:

umgekehrt

I doubt I could afford you. [There's a pause, then-] and pardon me, Earth isn't quite so careful with its sex workers as I'm used to. That was meant as a compliment.

[He shakes his head and drains his own cup again, setting it down and moving in, instead, to offer a bit of contact-- settling his massive, gnarled hands over Valmont's shoulders, the pressure through the cloth more the offer a massage than the actual beginning of one.]

From:

plz_gtfo_dragon

[Valmont laughs shortly. If Stildyne hadn't gone on to explicitly state that he'd been calling him a prostitute, then Valmont probably wouldn't have picked up on that particular bit of subtext.] Well, then I'll take the comment in the spirit in which it is intended, shall I?

[The weight of Stildyne's hands on his shoulders sends a shot of warmth down to the pit of Valmont's stomach, and he tenses automatically. How long has it actually been since he's done this with somebody? Even before Shendu how long had it been? Months? Probably years, if he's honest with himself.

He leans back into Stildyne's touch, letting out a long breath, and forcing himself to relax.]

I should tell you - in case it isn't entirely obvious - that I've not done this with anyone in some time.

From:

umgekehrt

Mm, and more's the pity. But I'm not in a rush and my tastes aren't so extreme. I think we can find some mutually agreeable ground, you and I.

[He leans in to rest his lips against the fine blond hair.]

Why don't you get out of your jacket and shirt? You can drink until I'm less ugly... no, don't, we'd have to get you to the infirmary... I'll rub the tension out of your neck.

From:

plz_gtfo_dragon

[He can feel the warmth of Stildyne's breath against the back of his head, and he moves to shift out of his jacket.]

I find this current ground we're on agreeable enough. Just... direct me if you find I'm depriving you.

[That has got to be the least sexy way possible of telling Stildyne that he might need a few pointers here.]

From:

umgekehrt

I'll keep it in mind. [He sweeps Valmont's hair back, kisses the nape of the neck thus revealed, and then takes his coat-- which he assumes Valmont will want to keep in decent shape and not tossed hither and yon. So a moment to hang it, and let him get his shirt off at his own pace.]

From:

plz_gtfo_dragon

[Valmont begins unbuttoning his shirt the moment his hands are free of his jacket. He's less finicky about it than he would have been about his jacket (wise move going to hang it up for him, Stildyne), but he still folds it neatly over the edge of the low table once it's off, before rising to meet the other man again.

He has a sort of nervous ambition which involves kissing Stildyne on his scarred, misshapen face before they go any further, but he's not entirely certain if doing so could be taken as a snub of Stildyne's skills as a masseuse...

...He is definitely, definitely overthinking this.]

From:

umgekehrt

[Stildyne comes back with his own overblouse off, a sleeveless under-shirt preserving Valmont from too much exposure to what is quite a lot of scarred flesh all at once.]

Well now. That's a thing worth seeing. [He looks over Valmont's bared skin appreciatively, now that it's Valmont offering it and not Shendu demanding.]

I'll just make sure you're under no undue strain, is all. The couch, sitting up? Or on the bed?

[Feeling out the speed of the evening; starting in bed tends to lead directly to action, staying upright a while means more foreplay, and he's content with either, really.]

From:

plz_gtfo_dragon

[If there is one thing that Valmont can do in almost any situation, it's take a compliment well. He smiles, and brings one hand across his stomach in a gesture which is more of a polite suggestion that he knows he should be modest and cover up than anything more practical.]

You're too kind. Really.

[He steps forward, reaching up to lay one hand on Stildyne's shoulder, before brushing it up into a caress along the man's neck.]

And, I think I'd be inclined to ask to move to the bed, if you'd be comfortable with that?

From:

umgekehrt

[He doesn't smile, not fully, because it's not a pretty sight, but his smirk isn't unkind.[

No, no, not so quickly. [He circles Valmont's waist with an arm and flattens a hand against the small of his back.] I'm an untried virgin and I'm frightened.

[The irony is playful, teasing.]

From:

plz_gtfo_dragon

[Valmont laughs, and leans in closer, the hand on the side of Stildyne's neck sliding around to encircle his shoulders.]

Oh dear, are you afraid I'll ravish you? I know I cut an imposing figure, but I'll have you know I'm practically monastic in my self restraint...

[His voice stays light as he says this, following the teasing tone Stildyne's set. Despite that, Valmont is a man with an agenda here, and he isn't sure there'll be a better time to steal first blood.

In one fluid shift of his weight, he's forward, and pressing his lips gently across the other man's.]