[ It comes out groggy and out of habit, but his eyes remain shut closed. This is nice, very nice. He feels the movements within his hold and doesn't think twice before planting a trail of kisses along the nape to his hairline. Taking a deep inhale, he lets himself sink into this nice fragrance. It isn't flowery—actually, it's not feminine at all. Instead, there's a comforting familiarity to it. It's earthy.
Though his memories are murky, he's starting to muster some line of thought. He was supposed to meet up with Steven again last night so they can share their discoveries, but what happened after that? The gears are slowly turning before it dawns on him. His eyes instantly shoot open, strain from the incoming headache, and focuses on this silver hair that brushes against his nose.
Did he fuck up? ]
Steven—I...
[ Wait. Are their clothes on? He checks and you can decide their fate. ]
[ for a moment, he doesn't register that the soft voice speaking to him sounds familiar. just the fact that it's so close and punctuated with a soft trail of kisses so close to his neck sends a pleasured feeling through him, enough to chuckle with a tone that one could consider coquettish.
but then he hears his name, and there's no doubt as to who it's coming from. a curled hand presses to his mouth, both in an attempt to focus his thoughts and to keep him from saying anything impulsive and stupid. it's murky for him as well... he does remember meeting with riley by chance, buying a round of drinks as they spoke about their collections... and another. maybe it was more than two rounds. good grief. ]
It- ah, seems we had quite a night...
[ if riley's first instinct is to tear away, steven's is the opposite - mainly out of general shock as he tries to rack his mind for how they got to this point, but also because he doesn't exactly want to face the embarrassment of meeting riley's eyes. the fact that it's still physically comfortable might also play a part, but only a little. still, from his position riley will be able to see a pink tint rising at the tips of steven's ears - no doubt that his cheeks are even darker.
thankfully they're still clothed, but it's clear that an attempt was made - pants are unbuttoned and unzipped, suit jackets are missing, hair is disheveled, and shirts are half open or hiked up. ]
[ Thank goodness they're still clothed, but the state of their disarray and slight undress doesn't placate Riley as much as he would like. Not only is he indecent, he's indecent in front of the former Hoenn Champion. It's still a mystery how they got here, even when Riley faintly remembers having a drink or two with the other man. One, he's sure he mentioned he isn't good with alcohol. Two, he would abstain past two shots, yet why are they tangled in the bed together? He only assumes Steven coaxed him with his wiles and he politely yielded. Big mistake. A disapproving frown creeps onto his lips as he musters whatever sobriety he has to pin together a plan—a formal apology letter and a gift to Steven's liking. The slight ringing in his ears only fuels the slight headache, forcing him to pinch the bridge of his nose in attempts to lessen the pressure.
Riley's other arm is still woven around him, comfortably resting with a hand tucked between the bare skin of his side and the mattress. There's a grimace at the thought of facing Steven, but curiosity gets the best of him especially with an aura so wildly stirring. He sneaks a peek and only sees a partial profile... but the pink ears make him raise his eyebrows. There's something about that aura, the atmosphere, and the coy gestures that drive primal instincts and desire, foregoing reason altogether.
Despite that, he's hesitant. Taking a few moments more, he decides to draw Steven back in and nudges his nose against the outer shell of his ear. ]
If it isn't rude of me to mention... That color is very becoming of you.
[ He can feel a soft yet wry smile returning as he prepares his grave. Embarrassment and shame are waiting for him. Out of pure anxiety, he playfully rubs their ankles together. ]
[ he definitely remembers at least buying riley a round, but steven isn't one to drink to excess either, nor is he one to throw caution to the wind. maybe he can't hold his liquor as well as he used to... that thought alone makes him want to hide away into the sheets and not come out for a good three days, but that obviously isn't an option.
there's a moment of silence between them as they both think, it its shattered by riley's resumed closeness and soft voice at his ear once more. in a wild difference from his usual conference and composure, being teased at such a close proximity has him feeling incredibly shy. it doesn't help alleviate his blush, and he swears he can feel the heat rising more. he can't remember the last time he was rendered speechless like this, but that's not to say that it's a wholly unpleasant sensation.
still, he feels as though the tables have turned as he timidly looks over his shoulder through his peripheral vision. when he feels like their eyes are close to meeting, they dart back to look ahead of him. ]
"Rude" isn't the word I'd use to describe it... though if you're looking to fluster me, you've certainly done it.
[ what's the use in trying to hide it? besides still having layers of clothing between them, there aren't many barriers (both physical and emotional) left between them. ]
That wasn't my intention, but I'll take it. It's not every day you get to see the bashful side of a Champion.
[ It's almost delightfully sinful to see someone of high regard undone so easily from one line, but he needs to really curb these strange feelings that are welling in his chest. It's... unlike him. Clearing his throat, he rests his head on Steven's shoulder. This is a less intimate approach, hopefully what they need to settle and regain composure.
When their eyes link for a mere second, he ends up chuckling at how quick Steven is to avert his gaze. Despite seeming like the one that has more footing in the situation, that one instance make his face flare up beet red. Despite the show of his own shame, he hovers a bit over his shoulder so he can perfectly see the other man's state of undress. Arms unravel so that his hands can quickly latch onto those lonely buttons. With meticulous fingers, he starts buttoning Steven's shirt in this position with utmost care.
There's no need to flaunt temptation around here, though this is more about saving his own skin from doing something irrational. ]
I'm a little lost as to what to do now.
[ Because what he wants to do is hide in some forlorn cave, some far-off island where no one will find him. Anywhere that's away from people at this point. He's down to the last button and is not left to dwell in his insolence. ]
I'd rather not make a habit out of it. At least, not in public.
[ even without his title as champion, he's still in the public eye with a reputation to uphold. he's never been comfortable with vulnerability, which is why riley took him off-guard. still, even he can't ignore the fluttering feeling that's blooming in his chest as riley stays close.
he's tempted to rest his hands on riley's when he sees them snake around him to button his shirt, but decides against it. the situation is awkward enough as it is, and there's plenty that they need to talk about. when the last button is done up, he sighs and turns enough so that he's facing he figure hovering over him. even with a properly buttoned shirt, his mussed hair and flushed face remain. ]
The way I see it, we have two options: the first is to clean up and go our seperate ways, seeing as I'm sure we're in Nimbasa for different reasons.
[ he pauses, hoping that his words aren't misconstrued as he continues. ]
[ There's a thoughtful hum as he hovers over Steven with his head propped on his knuckles. It's not a bad view from here, but he knows his face is just as red. It'll settle in time... They're starting to recover their former selves, after all. When the options are presented to him, he purposely rolls his eyes up to the ceiling as if it'll give him the fortitude he needs to deal with the aftermath. It would be a lie if he said he didn't harbor some kind of feelings for Steven. Now those are more of a mess than they initially were.
While Steven hopes to convey the situation to the best of his ability, Riley is thinking in long-term what those options mean. They are kind of vague, lacking in details, limits, and context. This is too much pondering in the morning for someone with a hangover, so he plops ungracefully into the soft comfort of the cushions, face down and arms now wrapped around it instead. ]
I don't really want to leave the bed. [ It comes out as an uncharacteristic and pathetic whine through the pillow, something he would usually stifle in public and most people. ] But that shouldn't stop you from enjoying your day.
[ he's already regretting his words as they leave his mouth. even if riley overwhelmingly picked the latter, what would that even mean? and more importantly, what kind of answer was he hoping for?
his heard hurts more with every question he asks himself, so he stops for the time being to try handle the situation in the present instead of dwell on what-ifs. he sits up as riley flops down, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to try and flatten it out. spoilers: it doesn't work. ]
Most of my appointments in the city were yesterday. Nimbasa is a lovely place, but I'm not sure if I'm in the proper condition for sightseeing at the moment...
[ still, he finds himself sneaking a small smile when he looks over and sees riley face-deep in the cushions. it's cute. ]
[ Riley is focusing on his light headache—does that even work? It would technically make it worse, wouldn't it? For just a moment, he forgets about the situation and the person beside him, but his voice draws him back to reality. A little surprised, he peeks from the cushions and peers at Steven with an inquisitive look. ]
So that means you'll be lounging with me a little longer?
[ There's a hint of enthusiasm in there because he does want to spend some quality time with him... Though it may not be the best time after their short tryst. The warm feeling in his chest starts bubbling over, so he can't help but sheepishly smile. At least it's hidden by the pillows for the most part. ]
Well, we are in my hotel room... So I believe I will.
[ he'd probably be staying here whether riley was beside him or not, but his soft smile says that he isn't about to kick the other man out. the company is nice to have, even if memories of last night are starting to come back. oh, they definitely made out.
their eyes meet, and this time steven doesn't immediately turn away. ]
[ That has to be how it went, right? He actually doesn't remember much when it came to the events that happened directly after a couple of shots, but he does recall being led somewhere and the searing heat when their bodies were pressed against each other. He shuts his eyes one last time to drown those unnecessary memories away, but they only return and their eyes meet.
How distressing.
With a sigh, he rises to sit up beside Steven, pillow still in his arms. It only takes a simple shake of his head before his hair falls right into place, only a small tousle needed. Without a warning, he leans in to give Steven a small peck on the cheek. ]
[ god, just how shameless had he been last night? to have brought someone to his room and gotten as far to fall asleep in their arms... on normal circumstances, it would be incredibly unlike him.
still, there had to have been a persuading factor besides copious amounts of alcohol, and that becomes clearer when he feels riley kiss his cheek. the shyness felt when they were pressed together bubbles up once more, bringing a flush to his face once again. he hugs his knees loosely in what's likely an instinct to hide, but there's no denying the way his heart is beating faster. ]
I.. [ he clears his throat. god damn it. ] I wouldn't call it "trouble" per se.
[ At first, it's meant to be friendly. Some people especially in Kalos, he heard, are keen on cheek pecks as a greeting. Of course he wanted some sense of intimacy, even if it was a small instance. However, when he sees Steven's reaction, his heart stills. His own face heats up as he brings his hands up, defensively, as if he's been caught doing something so criminal. ]
Please...! [ When he thought he would die from a heart attack, it's now racing. This isn't goo for their age even though they're not old just yet. ] Refrain from making that expression.
It makes me... [ want to kiss you again. He covers his mouth before he can say more. Thank goodness he saved himself. ] I don't want to make a fool out of myself again.
[ if he were talking to someone from kalos or if they were in kalle at the moment, he'd probably think less of the gesture being made so readily. but neither of those things are true at the moment, so he can't help but feel nervous. riley's own expression doesn't help.
but he surely can't allow himself to be so passive through this. maybe this would be a good opportunity to get something in edgewise... so with a sigh to try and will his nerves away, he smiles and leans close to his ear. ]
It isn't exactly a voluntary reaction, you know... In such situations, It's important to take responsibility. I wouldn't consider that a fool's move.
[ He made the wrong move, definitely. The wisp of Steven's warm breath leaves a singing sensation on his ear, forcing his eyes shut and naturally recoiling. He can feel his body tremble ever so slightly—out of fear? Out of elation...? He once believed that he knew himself quite well, but this situation is telling him otherwise.
There's no gesture, no position, that can ease his nerves from that kind of stimulation. Instead, he keeps his gaze lowered in attempts to protect what dignity has, maybe even force a smile though it comes off downright nervous. ]
Yes... [ With all the fortitude and strength he can muster, he's able to keep his voice steady and clear. ] I'm prepared for whatever punishment and consequence.
Shall I treat you like a princess?
[ Maybe... A joke will help him ease in. It doesn't. ]
[ hm... he's can't quite make heads or tails of a reaction like that. it's a little more reserved than steven would have liked, so he backs off a bit into his own space. this is why he doesn't really joke around... it always ends up more awkward than he intends.
still, he tries to keep the mood on the positive side with a small smile and chuckle to himself. ]
Good. Though I'm far too used to people categorizing me as the "prince charming"...
[ You're just bad at jokes maybe that's why last night happened in the first place. The atmosphere is back to being uneasy once again due to some missteps on both of their parts— what are they even doing? Riley strokes his chin as he finally looks back up to the other man. Prince Charming... he can see it, but it's hard now that he has seen how the other man reacted to a simple cheek peck. There's a small nod and a soft smile.
It definitely fits him. ]
If you are more comfortable with that role, then so be it, Prince Charming.
[ It can't get any worse than this, right? Riley has gauged that Steven does not dislike the kisses at all. Eyebrows furrowed for a second, he's willing to take this risk. Okay, not too much of a risk. ]
May I be graced with Your Highness' soft lips? Before you kick me out, at least.
[ ugh. he's already cringing internally at what he just said, despite trying to laugh it off. it's an odd game of careful flirtation / gay chicken that they're playing, but it's clearly starting to become something a little more overt. after all, they're still sharing an bed.
he hesitates for a moment, gently biting his lower lip. he wants to give some sort of idea that he's giving the request some thought, but he had his answer the moment that riley asked. ]
Setting aside the fact that I most certainly will not kick you out... I suppose I can indulge that request.
[ his eyes cast down shyly for a moment, before he meets riley's with a small smile. hopefully it comes off more confident than he feels. ]
[ Welcome to the world of Pokemon, where cringing and pun intended names are quite commonplace. His smile only widens not from happiness, but from anxiety. This is unexpected... Steven accepted his little proposal. He should be exuding confidence, but he's getting the butterflies like he's in his teens.
Deep breaths. He can do this. Raising a hand, he caresses Steven's cheek before grazing his lips with the pad of his thumb. ]
Thank you. I'll treasure and appreciate your kindness.
[ Leaning in, he lets their nose bump as they're only breaths apart. He lingers for a bit as his eyes are focused on his lips before brushing them together for a chaste kiss. ]
[ it's said softly as their noses bump together; he makes sure to have the last word before their lips meet. he doesn't want to seem too eager, but the way that he nudges forward in returning the kiss can't be easily ignored. it's chaste, yes, but clearly reciprocated as something more than just indulging a request. ]
[ That little insistence and short retort are endearing, so Riley feels his heart flutter. He can't help but smile as their lips are pressed together, even tilting his head so that they can fit into a slightly deeper kiss.
When they part, he'll take this opportunity to also kiss the bridge of his nose and run some of his fingers through his hair. ]
I can only wonder how many you've shown genuine interest in aside from ores, but I guess it's better not to know.
[ He doesn't think he's the jealous type, but... he's not even sure? ]
[ he doesn't regret saying what he did, but he's still surprised at his own forwardness. he's speaking before he thinks - for steven, that's nothing short of a cardinal sin. it's by sheer luck that he hasn't tripped up over his words yet, but he only feels like it's a matter of time.
but from the way that he finds himself enjoying their kiss, there's no sign of him stopping any time soon. idly, he rests a hand on riley's knee - it's innocent, but brings them closer all the same. ]
It's probably less than what you're thinking. Even if it weren't, it isn't often that my inhibitions are this relaxed... I suppose I find myself comfortable around you.
[ he punctuates with a kiss to his jawline. is there really any kidding themselves when they've already woken up next to one another, and are so nonchalantly exchanging kisses? ]
I wouldn't say it's odd, but things sure have escalated quickly.
[ Which isn't exactly bad. They're adults and can choose their pair however they want. Riley only gives the same content but enigmatic smile, attempting to hide the thoughts circling around in his head. He's trying to parse the words that shouldn't matter, the ones that reference previous partners—few. Many. What number? He catches himself with uncouth thoughts, but they keep on flowing.
He should be happy. That kiss should seal what bond they have. There's no need to worry, to let doubts fester... And yet it triggers something inside him, an emotion that feels unnatural. It's surprising; he's a little jealous. Without a notice, he tips them over back onto the bed, smothering the other man with small kisses. ]
[ despite priding himself on being able to read others, he doesn't catch onto that jealousy. as such, being tipped takes him completely off-guard - his eyes widen, hands moving to grasp his shoulders in some sort of reflex. his voice is muffled as he's smothered, but seeing as it doesn't take him long to respond in earnest and move his hands to tangle in his hair, it's a good problem to have. ]
[ Maybe if they've gone a second longer in silence, Steven would notice. It's too late not since Riley is nuzzling into his neck and brushing his lips along it. The grip on his shoulder, the fingers in his hair—it's nice and soothes whatever ails him. He recoils, pulling his head back once he grazes his lips against his ear.
Of course he doesn't roll off him just yet, looming over with a soft yet apologetic expression. Quite the opposite. Riley deposits himself onto Steven, lounging on top of him like he belongs here. It's something Lucario used to do when it was a Riolu. It's childish... And he's mentally berating himself for it. ]
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[ It comes out groggy and out of habit, but his eyes remain shut closed. This is nice, very nice. He feels the movements within his hold and doesn't think twice before planting a trail of kisses along the nape to his hairline. Taking a deep inhale, he lets himself sink into this nice fragrance. It isn't flowery—actually, it's not feminine at all. Instead, there's a comforting familiarity to it. It's earthy.
Though his memories are murky, he's starting to muster some line of thought. He was supposed to meet up with Steven again last night so they can share their discoveries, but what happened after that? The gears are slowly turning before it dawns on him. His eyes instantly shoot open, strain from the incoming headache, and focuses on this silver hair that brushes against his nose.
Did he fuck up? ]
Steven—I...
[ Wait. Are their clothes on? He checks and you can decide their fate. ]
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but then he hears his name, and there's no doubt as to who it's coming from. a curled hand presses to his mouth, both in an attempt to focus his thoughts and to keep him from saying anything impulsive and stupid. it's murky for him as well... he does remember meeting with riley by chance, buying a round of drinks as they spoke about their collections... and another. maybe it was more than two rounds. good grief. ]
It- ah, seems we had quite a night...
[ if riley's first instinct is to tear away, steven's is the opposite - mainly out of general shock as he tries to rack his mind for how they got to this point, but also because he doesn't exactly want to face the embarrassment of meeting riley's eyes. the fact that it's still physically comfortable might also play a part, but only a little. still, from his position riley will be able to see a pink tint rising at the tips of steven's ears - no doubt that his cheeks are even darker.
thankfully they're still clothed, but it's clear that an attempt was made - pants are unbuttoned and unzipped, suit jackets are missing, hair is disheveled, and shirts are half open or hiked up. ]
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[ Thank goodness they're still clothed, but the state of their disarray and slight undress doesn't placate Riley as much as he would like. Not only is he indecent, he's indecent in front of the former Hoenn Champion. It's still a mystery how they got here, even when Riley faintly remembers having a drink or two with the other man. One, he's sure he mentioned he isn't good with alcohol. Two, he would abstain past two shots, yet why are they tangled in the bed together? He only assumes Steven coaxed him with his wiles and he politely yielded. Big mistake. A disapproving frown creeps onto his lips as he musters whatever sobriety he has to pin together a plan—a formal apology letter and a gift to Steven's liking. The slight ringing in his ears only fuels the slight headache, forcing him to pinch the bridge of his nose in attempts to lessen the pressure.
Riley's other arm is still woven around him, comfortably resting with a hand tucked between the bare skin of his side and the mattress. There's a grimace at the thought of facing Steven, but curiosity gets the best of him especially with an aura so wildly stirring. He sneaks a peek and only sees a partial profile... but the pink ears make him raise his eyebrows. There's something about that aura, the atmosphere, and the coy gestures that drive primal instincts and desire, foregoing reason altogether.
Despite that, he's hesitant. Taking a few moments more, he decides to draw Steven back in and nudges his nose against the outer shell of his ear. ]
If it isn't rude of me to mention... That color is very becoming of you.
[ He can feel a soft yet wry smile returning as he prepares his grave. Embarrassment and shame are waiting for him. Out of pure anxiety, he playfully rubs their ankles together. ]
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[ he definitely remembers at least buying riley a round, but steven isn't one to drink to excess either, nor is he one to throw caution to the wind. maybe he can't hold his liquor as well as he used to... that thought alone makes him want to hide away into the sheets and not come out for a good three days, but that obviously isn't an option.
there's a moment of silence between them as they both think, it its shattered by riley's resumed closeness and soft voice at his ear once more. in a wild difference from his usual conference and composure, being teased at such a close proximity has him feeling incredibly shy. it doesn't help alleviate his blush, and he swears he can feel the heat rising more. he can't remember the last time he was rendered speechless like this, but that's not to say that it's a wholly unpleasant sensation.
still, he feels as though the tables have turned as he timidly looks over his shoulder through his peripheral vision. when he feels like their eyes are close to meeting, they dart back to look ahead of him. ]
"Rude" isn't the word I'd use to describe it... though if you're looking to fluster me, you've certainly done it.
[ what's the use in trying to hide it? besides still having layers of clothing between them, there aren't many barriers (both physical and emotional) left between them. ]
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[ It's almost delightfully sinful to see someone of high regard undone so easily from one line, but he needs to really curb these strange feelings that are welling in his chest. It's... unlike him. Clearing his throat, he rests his head on Steven's shoulder. This is a less intimate approach, hopefully what they need to settle and regain composure.
When their eyes link for a mere second, he ends up chuckling at how quick Steven is to avert his gaze. Despite seeming like the one that has more footing in the situation, that one instance make his face flare up beet red. Despite the show of his own shame, he hovers a bit over his shoulder so he can perfectly see the other man's state of undress. Arms unravel so that his hands can quickly latch onto those lonely buttons. With meticulous fingers, he starts buttoning Steven's shirt in this position with utmost care.
There's no need to flaunt temptation around here, though this is more about saving his own skin from doing something irrational. ]
I'm a little lost as to what to do now.
[ Because what he wants to do is hide in some forlorn cave, some far-off island where no one will find him. Anywhere that's away from people at this point. He's down to the last button and is not left to dwell in his insolence. ]
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[ even without his title as champion, he's still in the public eye with a reputation to uphold. he's never been comfortable with vulnerability, which is why riley took him off-guard. still, even he can't ignore the fluttering feeling that's blooming in his chest as riley stays close.
he's tempted to rest his hands on riley's when he sees them snake around him to button his shirt, but decides against it. the situation is awkward enough as it is, and there's plenty that they need to talk about. when the last button is done up, he sighs and turns enough so that he's facing he figure hovering over him. even with a properly buttoned shirt, his mussed hair and flushed face remain. ]
The way I see it, we have two options: the first is to clean up and go our seperate ways, seeing as I'm sure we're in Nimbasa for different reasons.
[ he pauses, hoping that his words aren't misconstrued as he continues. ]
The second... is to take our time.
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While Steven hopes to convey the situation to the best of his ability, Riley is thinking in long-term what those options mean. They are kind of vague, lacking in details, limits, and context. This is too much pondering in the morning for someone with a hangover, so he plops ungracefully into the soft comfort of the cushions, face down and arms now wrapped around it instead. ]
I don't really want to leave the bed. [ It comes out as an uncharacteristic and pathetic whine through the pillow, something he would usually stifle in public and most people. ] But that shouldn't stop you from enjoying your day.
[ It's muffled, but should still be audible. ]
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his heard hurts more with every question he asks himself, so he stops for the time being to try handle the situation in the present instead of dwell on what-ifs. he sits up as riley flops down, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to try and flatten it out. spoilers: it doesn't work. ]
Most of my appointments in the city were yesterday. Nimbasa is a lovely place, but I'm not sure if I'm in the proper condition for sightseeing at the moment...
[ still, he finds himself sneaking a small smile when he looks over and sees riley face-deep in the cushions. it's cute. ]
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So that means you'll be lounging with me a little longer?
[ There's a hint of enthusiasm in there because he does want to spend some quality time with him... Though it may not be the best time after their short tryst. The warm feeling in his chest starts bubbling over, so he can't help but sheepishly smile. At least it's hidden by the pillows for the most part. ]
I can cook for us later, if you decide to.
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[ he'd probably be staying here whether riley was beside him or not, but his soft smile says that he isn't about to kick the other man out. the company is nice to have, even if memories of last night are starting to come back. oh, they definitely made out.
their eyes meet, and this time steven doesn't immediately turn away. ]
If you feel so inclined, I won't say no.
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[ That has to be how it went, right? He actually doesn't remember much when it came to the events that happened directly after a couple of shots, but he does recall being led somewhere and the searing heat when their bodies were pressed against each other. He shuts his eyes one last time to drown those unnecessary memories away, but they only return and their eyes meet.
How distressing.
With a sigh, he rises to sit up beside Steven, pillow still in his arms. It only takes a simple shake of his head before his hair falls right into place, only a small tousle needed. Without a warning, he leans in to give Steven a small peck on the cheek. ]
Anything for the trouble I've caused you, Steven.
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[ god, just how shameless had he been last night? to have brought someone to his room and gotten as far to fall asleep in their arms... on normal circumstances, it would be incredibly unlike him.
still, there had to have been a persuading factor besides copious amounts of alcohol, and that becomes clearer when he feels riley kiss his cheek. the shyness felt when they were pressed together bubbles up once more, bringing a flush to his face once again. he hugs his knees loosely in what's likely an instinct to hide, but there's no denying the way his heart is beating faster. ]
I.. [ he clears his throat. god damn it. ] I wouldn't call it "trouble" per se.
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Please...! [ When he thought he would die from a heart attack, it's now racing. This isn't goo for their age even though they're not old just yet. ] Refrain from making that expression.
It makes me... [ want to kiss you again. He covers his mouth before he can say more. Thank goodness he saved himself. ] I don't want to make a fool out of myself again.
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but he surely can't allow himself to be so passive through this. maybe this would be a good opportunity to get something in edgewise... so with a sigh to try and will his nerves away, he smiles and leans close to his ear. ]
It isn't exactly a voluntary reaction, you know... In such situations, It's important to take responsibility. I wouldn't consider that a fool's move.
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There's no gesture, no position, that can ease his nerves from that kind of stimulation. Instead, he keeps his gaze lowered in attempts to protect what dignity has, maybe even force a smile though it comes off downright nervous. ]
Yes... [ With all the fortitude and strength he can muster, he's able to keep his voice steady and clear. ] I'm prepared for whatever punishment and consequence.
Shall I treat you like a princess?
[ Maybe... A joke will help him ease in. It doesn't. ]
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still, he tries to keep the mood on the positive side with a small smile and chuckle to himself. ]
Good. Though I'm far too used to people categorizing me as the "prince charming"...
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It definitely fits him. ]
If you are more comfortable with that role, then so be it, Prince Charming.
[ It can't get any worse than this, right? Riley has gauged that Steven does not dislike the kisses at all. Eyebrows furrowed for a second, he's willing to take this risk. Okay, not too much of a risk. ]
May I be graced with Your Highness' soft lips? Before you kick me out, at least.
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he hesitates for a moment, gently biting his lower lip. he wants to give some sort of idea that he's giving the request some thought, but he had his answer the moment that riley asked. ]
Setting aside the fact that I most certainly will not kick you out... I suppose I can indulge that request.
[ his eyes cast down shyly for a moment, before he meets riley's with a small smile. hopefully it comes off more confident than he feels. ]
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Deep breaths. He can do this. Raising a hand, he caresses Steven's cheek before grazing his lips with the pad of his thumb. ]
Thank you. I'll treasure and appreciate your kindness.
[ Leaning in, he lets their nose bump as they're only breaths apart. He lingers for a bit as his eyes are focused on his lips before brushing them together for a chaste kiss. ]
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[ it's said softly as their noses bump together; he makes sure to have the last word before their lips meet. he doesn't want to seem too eager, but the way that he nudges forward in returning the kiss can't be easily ignored. it's chaste, yes, but clearly reciprocated as something more than just indulging a request. ]
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When they part, he'll take this opportunity to also kiss the bridge of his nose and run some of his fingers through his hair. ]
I can only wonder how many you've shown genuine interest in aside from ores, but I guess it's better not to know.
[ He doesn't think he's the jealous type, but... he's not even sure? ]
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but from the way that he finds himself enjoying their kiss, there's no sign of him stopping any time soon. idly, he rests a hand on riley's knee - it's innocent, but brings them closer all the same. ]
It's probably less than what you're thinking. Even if it weren't, it isn't often that my inhibitions are this relaxed... I suppose I find myself comfortable around you.
[ he punctuates with a kiss to his jawline. is there really any kidding themselves when they've already woken up next to one another, and are so nonchalantly exchanging kisses? ]
Is that odd?
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[ Which isn't exactly bad. They're adults and can choose their pair however they want. Riley only gives the same content but enigmatic smile, attempting to hide the thoughts circling around in his head. He's trying to parse the words that shouldn't matter, the ones that reference previous partners—few. Many. What number? He catches himself with uncouth thoughts, but they keep on flowing.
He should be happy. That kiss should seal what bond they have. There's no need to worry, to let doubts fester... And yet it triggers something inside him, an emotion that feels unnatural. It's surprising; he's a little jealous. Without a notice, he tips them over back onto the bed, smothering the other man with small kisses. ]
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[ despite priding himself on being able to read others, he doesn't catch onto that jealousy. as such, being tipped takes him completely off-guard - his eyes widen, hands moving to grasp his shoulders in some sort of reflex. his voice is muffled as he's smothered, but seeing as it doesn't take him long to respond in earnest and move his hands to tangle in his hair, it's a good problem to have. ]
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Of course he doesn't roll off him just yet, looming over with a soft yet apologetic expression. Quite the opposite. Riley deposits himself onto Steven, lounging on top of him like he belongs here. It's something Lucario used to do when it was a Riolu. It's childish... And he's mentally berating himself for it. ]
You were saying?
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