Part 6 - Thomas[NSFW]

The boy01/14/2020

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The boy01/14/2020

Able had been visited that night by the bandaged....man... He had to really adjust his mind to that. He wondered though, why they never corrected him. Able, to his chagrin, was being scooped up and placed on top of the man he'd shared this... bath... with. They didn't do much talking, and able only griped a little, but considering the position and that his babies were already asleep he let it go for now.

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A week or so passed, and the bandaged man insisted they had to go out for errands. Even with much prying from Able, they revealed merely vague facts and that they'd be gone most of that day and the next.

Able spends the first day waiting around, sort of playing with his weasels, fixing one(Swees') of their sweaters. She seemed happy and bounced around, glad to have it not be constantly slipping.

He dusted a little before getting bored. Ultimately this was terrible. Awful. He had to do something. So the next day he was packing some small food items, and gave his weasels an extra big portion of food just incase the Bandaged was gone longer than he anticipated.

He just had to stop by Charlemagne(Who was left to chaperone Able, but was mostly there to be a rat incase he did anything uncouth..).

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January 15, 2020

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As Able steps upstairs, they can see that the room is left tidied up (at least, more so than usual); the jade-cornered desk is pushed up closer to the far corner, and the wall behind it is covered in a large piece of vellum pasted to the walls, with the words "WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE THINKING, DON'T." written in a mix of Violant ink in handwriting Able recognizes from his lessons. Ahead, by the door, there's a familiar rosewood mannequin, with Charlemagne the hat resting on top; on the chest of the mannequin is a piece of parchment with the words "I KNOW YOU CAN READ." written in unforgettable Violant. On the sides, they can see several wooden mannequins (of lesser quality) set up on poles, with some of the bandaged man's clothes-colony set up in pieces across all of them; here, a mannequin with only gloves and scarves; there, a mannequin with some glasses and a brooch stabbed into the head; and over there, a mannequin wearing necklaces and rings.

Charlemagne: AH. DO YOU INTEND TO LEAVE? DO TELL ME YOU INTEND TO LEAVE..

The boy01/15/2020

Able is walking up to Charlemagne, looking like he's Trying to be nonchalant. He just ends up looking like someone whose hiding something. He holds his hands behind his back, which is either a sign he's holding something, or a sign he's holding the fairly empty looking bag behind him steady.

Able: Soon. Very soon. Regardless, you remember that little deal we had?

He gets closer, but at an even slower pace.

Able: That deal where you ratted me out, and then you didn't get what you wanted?

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The hat on the mannequin ruffles its brim; around, Able has the curious sensation of being watched by the clothing and accessories placed on the raised mannequins placed around the room.

Charlemagne: WHY, YOU'D BE A TERRIBLE LAWYER. I KEPT MY WORD; I WOULD NOT RAT YOU OUT IF YOU GOT ME A COAT.

The hat closes its embroidered eyes; even though there's no motion, there's an air suggestive of the hat rolling its eyes.

Charlemagne: YOU DID NOT GET ME A COAT. SO I RATTED YOU OUT..

The boy01/15/2020

Able walks around Charlemagne in a way that allows them to face them the whole time as they edge to the valve.

Able: Oh, how kind of you to do so, too. It's certainly alleviated my life of any.... favors... I may need.

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6:49 PM

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He gets closer and closer to the valve, facing the hat the whole way, his hands behind his back.

Able: Really, I should return this most gracious favor you've done for me.

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The hat ruffles itself, tilting on the wooden head and leaning towards Able.

Charlemagne: WHY, YOU SOUND UPSET; YOU'RE USED TO BURNT BRIDGES, AREN'T YOU?

The hat curls its brim slightly, tilting its lean.

Charlemagne: . . .AND I CAN SEE YOU HAVE SOMETHING BEHIND YOUR BACK..

The boy01/15/2020

Able snickers, turning the valve(poorly) without turning his back to Charlemagne. The lights slowly going out.

Able: Not at all. The worst for you is that I'll be back.

Once the lights are out he quickly steps towards the mannequin the hat sits on, and puts a coat onto it, but nothing else is known. He quickly flees towards the window, vaulting over and shouting behind him.

Able: I'm sure you'll have fun without me for a day!

Able is already heading down the stairs and out.

they01/15/2020

The hat ruffles, curling its front-most brim downwards so it can lean forward and get a good look at the coat on the mannequin.

Charlemagne: . . .WELL NOW; WHAT'S THIS?.

The boy01/15/2020

Below the hat is a wonderfully brilliant looking black surface silk suit coat, clearly stolen from the personalized embroidery having been plucked out. In it's place, the embroidery had been(poorly) replaced. There is no way to read it in the darkness.

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The hat raises its brim slightly.

Charlemagne: AH, A MOURNING SUIT? . .NO, A SMOKING JACKET? . .

The hat starts wiggling its brim, trying to shift itself so the tip of the brim touches the coat.

Charlemagne: DOES IT MATTER? ALLOW ME TO MAKE MY ACQUAINTANCE.

It tilts back, very tip of their brim touches the highest part of the collar of the suit; immediately, the hat rights itself, and the coat raises itself as well, lifting as if a hand was pinching the hat's brim and the suit together.

Charlemagne: AHH. . .MUCH BETTER. NOW, LET'S SEE. . .

The suit slowly lifts its empty sleeves; without much physical stability and being made from sheer silk, the arms can only be raised so far before crumpling partly.

Charlemagne: POOR STRUCTURE, BUT STABLE UNDER TENSION. . .

The hat spins slowly on the head of the mannequin, the collar shifting around so it's under the back of the brim of the hat. Meanwhile, the rest of the starts to slowly move around of its own accord, sliding across the rosewood of the mannequin and slowly coming to hang over both shoulders of the mannequin.

Charlemagne: WELL, I'LL HAVE TO MAKE SOME TENSION, THEN.

The sleeves of the suit slowly lift itself, wrapping around the torso of the mannequin like the crossed straps of overalls; in doing so, it's causing the back of the suit to be under tension, and causing the mannequin to hinge forwards slightly at the midriff joint.

Charlemagne: AH, THERE WE GO. A RUDIMENTARY MUSCLE MODEL.

The hat closes its embroidered eyes; the mannequin starts doing odd gyrations forward, making the mannequin hinge forward (and lean forward slightly) before tilting it backwards into what would be a back-shattering position for most people; the mannequin moves ever so slightly forward with each gyration. . . . . .eventually, the mannequin has shifted over to the valve, sliding along the floor and making quite a ruckus in the process.

Charlemagne: LOCOMOTION IS A SUCCESS..

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7:29 PM

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The crossed sleeves in front untie themselves, and the armholes raise, wrapping around the valve in a tight circle; the next moment, they pull sharply, slowly turning the valve and slowly causing gaslight valves above to wink to life, slowly lighting the room.

Charlemagne: AH, MUCH BETTER.

The boy01/15/2020

The coat looks even more beautiful in the light, a brushed silk! Soft to the touch with a blackness that could swallow you whole. In the light the embroidery is more visible... Black on black, who does that? But it reads, in a terrible embroidery job simply on the left breast of the coat. "Twat"

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The hat leans down, looking at the embroidery, before an unsettling calm settles over their voice as the coat suddenly detaches from their brim, settling onto the mannequin and tied up limply around the chest.

Charlemagne: . . .HOW TASTEFUL.

Above, there's the creaking of wooden joints, and a chattering not unlike a group of starlings; the separated clothes-colony above titters at the revealed word, chattering among themselves.

A Ruby Brooch: MY GOODNESS! HOW RUDE! A Tattered Scarf: _NOW, I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THAT. . .IT SEEMS WELL MADE ENOUGH FOR YOU. A Left Glove: AH, DON'T SAY THAT. IT'S TOO POOR OF A STITCH JOB; IT NEEDS TO BE PRISTINE, SO IT MAY LAST FOREVER! A Right Glove: DON'T GO ABOUT SAYING THAT; CHARLEMAGNE IS STILL ONE OF US. A Pair of Spotty Lenses: WELL, I THINK IT WAS OUT OF PURE INTENTIONS-

A booming, loud voice echoes in the chamber of the Spire, a familiar flapping of leather underlying the tones.

Charlemagne: CEASE! DESIST! NO MORE!

The chamber goes quiet as the clothing above shudders still.

A choker: . . .APOLOGIES..

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The boy01/15/2020

The rooftops of Flit were damp and dark, and depressing. This wasn't unusual, and Able seemed to relax, even if his likelihood of getting robbed was higher. This was his home. He had need to change into his older clothing, and stash some things at his place, making sure the shanty wasn't sacked on his long time away.

He checked his hidden closet, and upturned his bed. Nothing missing. He was surprised, but glad, and started scooping his valuables into the empty bag. He needed to fence this stuff before the Bandaged man had keen to stop him.

Good thing he knew just the fence to talk to. He ran across the rooftops, and stopped only when he found the alley way that didn't actually open up into any road. It was completely surrounded by flat brick walls and buildings. An easy to miss spot if you were merely travelling by road. Now he knew this fence by his own growing up in the church. Seems they don't churn out upstanding citizens as maybe they would have hoped.

What would the vicars say about this? Surely they wouldn't say anything and just bend you over their knee. He winced at the thought of wooden rulers and tense lectures.

He slid down the side of the brick walls, so close he could just barely have enough room to spread out his arms.

Stone floors replaced this area, and a little stairway is seen, a metal fence that surrounds a pathetic looking patch of dirt. This little stairway led to a red door, looking like it was freshly painted. Ah, he must still be alive then, Able mused to himself. He knocked on the door in a specific way, though he seemed to have messed it up, and a knife suddenly lunges out at him as it swings open.

A young man toppling him over onto the stairs, hand ready to swing it down. Able's back felt most of the pain, but he quickly grabbed the wrist of the man assaulting him.

They looked down at Able, anger replaced with familiarity, replaced with a smile. He knew this boy.

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8:59 PM

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Thomas: Aye you sneaky twat! I nearly killed you! Are you that dense to get all lax about our codes?

Able rolled his eyes, grabbing the young man by the shoulders and pulling him away. Thomas was a very odd looking fellow, Able thought. Pale as any ghost and a fire red hair that could singe the edges off your eyes. His hair fluffed out into thin curls, and he never tried to keep it kept. The freckles weren't so odd, but they did highlight just how bright he looked alongside the others. Never could blend into a crowd, so he switched to fencing.

Able: No, I enjoy the thought of you stabbing my heart, certainly.

They both exchange some petty words towards each other for some time before Able is ushered inside this little hole in the ground.

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9:00 PM

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The boy01/15/2020

Able tells Thomas all about his time in the spire....Well, within some reason. The young man, totting over the various gems Able had handed him, counting their value as he listened.

Thomas: Sounds like you got yourself a right fine patron then. Able: Mh, he would certainly like to think so. I'm sure he ain't got too much I can actually use, but 'suppose he's higher up an might know some tricks.

Able sat back in the dirty lounge chair, eyeing Thomas a bit curiously.

Able: He did teach me something though.

Thomas doesn't look up and just makes a sound as he's writing down some numbers.

Able: It's been brought to my attention that men can indeed be used for a good romp. Would you know anything about that?

Thomas, a bit startled looks up at Able. This boy was paler than the pearls in his pocket, so the moment he went flush his entire face lit up like fire.

Thomas: -muttering- Aye? Loads of us knew...

He goes back to counting over the gems, this time half-heartedly.

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9:10 PM

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Able: Seems so.

Able leans over the little table separating them, placing his hands down onto it firmly.

Able: Would you be available for such a thing? ----

The boy01/15/2020

Able hadn't been prepared to hear that his mate was only specifically into such things, let alone aware of what had to be done in preparation beforehand. This was a surprise, only to Able.

He waited as the young man cleaned himself up, offering to show Able the reverse side of the event. This bed was old, but wood, unlike his metal bed in his own shanty. Thomas must be taking a higher percentage than he thought. He'd gripe about it later, once he'd figured out the new terminology he's being brought.

Thomas apparently didn't 'pitch'. This confused Able until Thomas explained some new things to him. They sat on the bed a long while, Thomas insisting he started since Able was still fairly new at this.

Thomas: You really never knew this sorta stuff? Ain't nobody ever try to get you in the sheets?

Thomas was getting Able undressed, getting rid of the old ratty rags he kept on. He stopped when he saw the amount of hair this boy had underneath all that. He said a little swear under his breath, placing his hands on Able's chest, feeling along the thick of it.

Able: Not that I would know of. Aye I hardly got young women to bed, lest another man.

The boy01/15/2020

Thomas spent a long time just on feeling up Able, which was very well noticed. Able taking their wrists, grabbing a bit harshly.

Able: Now you think you going to get away with that? Don't you want some more than just some little hairs?

Able grinned, finally glad to make SOMEONE ELSE flush. This was a bit more his speed. The young man looked away, but curtly nodded, his face still red even when he was released.

Thomas got Able's, frankly only half hard, member freed from his pants, and didn't spend a lot of dilly dallying sliding down between his legs. Able panicked as the young man's mouth kissed the head and took it all down in one fell swoop. He made a loud and honestly pathetic moan, grabbing Thomas's shoulders, pulling him off his now, at complete attention cock.

He felt himself a bit TOO aroused by that. Thomas looked very confused, and quiet honestly a bit upset.

Thomas: Is this not what you wanted?

The boy01/15/2020

Able looks a bit pathetic, and now flush himself.

Able: Ah... just... Slower, please.

Thomas seems to get his energy back, nodding. He is released and allowed to continue. Thomas places a few kisses at the head of Able's member, touching and pulling back the foreskin to get to it. This action in itself makes Able shudder, but even so Thomas continues. He takes only the head into his mouth, looking up at Able with a half lidded expression Able couldn't quite place.

Thomas only very gently runs his tongue along the tip, and lapping up his pre in slow little circles. Able was unaware that Thomas was so knowledgeable about such things, but regretted not asking sooner! He stopped when he saw Able wincing, only pressing his lips against the tip, kissing gently with a small, gentle pump of Able's member.

Thomas then sat up, giving Able a now intense look that he had only seen in women before. Thomas clambered on top of Able, who merely wrapped his arms around the young man loosely.

Thomas sighed, pressing his lips against Able's neck, breathing into him.

Thomas: Mmmh... I would be lying if I hadn't....mm Wondered... a small amount. You seemed fairly strong, like you could just Take whatever you wanted.

Able goes completely red, feeling Thomas grind his rear against his twitching member. This was a bit much for him, he just wanted this to be over now.

Overwhelmed a bit, Able grips the young man into his arms, toppling them over onto their back. This only seems to excite them, Able can feel his need too. This was so much less complicated than merely guessing with women. He could see this boy wanted him, he could Feel it.

Able lines himself up, easing himself in, god this was so much tighter than he'd expected. Thomas apparently knew how to relax, though, sighing. He only wrapped his arms around Able's neck as he pressed into them.

The boy01/15/2020

Able slowly, so, so slowly guides himself into the young man. This was easy, slow, gentle. The saliva certainly made things much easier as well. He watched as Thomas merely clinged to him, gasping as they got closer and closer to hilting.

Hilting was indeed amazing, the tightness pulsating around him, the overwhelming heat of this man's insides. It was almost enough to stop him. Thomas pulled Able closer, and just gave him permission. Even in his dazed state Able took that as a sign and just went for it.

The sounds of creaking wood and ass slapping against skin filled that little excuse of a bedroom. The whimpers were now coming from below him, instead of from him. This was more familiar, this was more comfortable. Able wrapped his arms around Thomas, gutturally groaning into their ear with each hearty thrust into their frankly adorable rear.

This lasted longer than Able might've liked, but they both ended up satisfied, if a bit more filthy.

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Able and Thomas spent a few hours just laying in bed when Thomas perked up.

Thomas: Perhaps you should just.... let me take those gems off your hands... Since you seem to be so keen to leave this place anyhow...

He was feeling along Able's thick happy trail, a bit fixated on those. Able turned suddenly to Thomas, unamused.

Able: Aye, ye twat, I ain't your common whore.

Thomas sighs, laying his head on Able's chest.

Thomas: Oh but I am, and I'm expensive. Able: Is that how you can afford this? Scandalous~

Thomas sticks out his tongue, gently patting Able's chest.

Thomas: We all have to pay the piper somehow.

Thomas leans into Able's ear, whispering gently.

Thomas: So are you going to pay up or should I give you another spin to change your mind?

Able groans, shooing Thomas away from his head.

Able: Aye, Aye, you'll get your gems. I ain't bout to be using them anyhow. ----

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10:05 PM

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Able sets back towards his shanty, a bit miffed that he was easily swindled out of some good money, but overall satisfied he got to acquire a new bedmate. That young man was always a terror when it came to dealings. He would have to come back and show him what-for indeed!

Able decides to rest on his old bed before the day ended, a bit of familiarity before he had to head back.

He unlocks his door, heading inside.

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January 16, 2020

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As Able enters inside his house, he's met with a familiar intruder lying on his bed.

The Bandaged: Your house is a disgrace, darling.

The bandaged man is wearing different attire than usual for them; on their head is a faded black fez with a worn tassel, and they appear to be wearing what looks to be a long red shawl acting as a long cover for their their body (it's so long it's trailing a bit off of Able's bed). They're wearing black spectacles, with thin metal frames outlining the frames.

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The boy01/16/2020

Able squints. Oh lords.

Able: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

He hisses, quickly shutting the door behind him.

Able: How did you get in here.

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The bandaged man chuckles, adjusting their fez as they lie down.

The Bandaged: Your building isn't exactly a Ministry of Public Decency vault, child..

The boy01/16/2020

Able groans, rolling his eyes.

Able: Why are you here, aren't you supposed to be..

He gestures limply.

Able: out?

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The bandaged man lies down on Able's bed, before sitting up a bit more.

The Bandaged: Why are. . .er, that's too uncomfortable. . .why are you here?.

The boy01/16/2020

Able sighs, looking away from the bandaged.

Able: I had some business to deal with. Also!

Able points at the bandaged.

Able: This is my house! Why can't I be at my house!

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The bandaged man pointedly looks around the house, sitting up at the bed.

The Bandaged: Ah, yes. Very homely..

The boy01/16/2020

Able: I wouldn't expect you to.... never mind. Ah, I had to fence the last of my goods, if you must know.

Able sighs, realizing he didn't get much more than a handful of fabric scraps and a kiss on the cheek for those gems.

Able: Not that it amounted to much. Thomas is still a twat when it comes to skimming "Off the top"

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they01/16/2020

The bandaged man adjusts their fez.

The Bandaged: Learn to clarify your nouns; Thomas could be anyone..

The boy01/16/2020

Able makes a dismissive gesture with his hands, and sits on the bed.

Able: He's a mate from the church when we were kids. If you don't know him, then maybe you're getting bad fruit.

He sighs longingly, looking off into the distance.

Able: I'll likely come visit again, he seems to like the company.

they01/16/2020

The bandaged man titters, holding their hands to their face.

The Bandaged: Ooh, a wistful sigh! Is he a previous lover?.

The boy01/16/2020

Able laughs, then leans into the bandaged.

Able: Previous? Goodness no. Though As it stands now he might get more repeat business from me, lets say that.

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The bandaged man chuckles.

The Bandaged: That's just a coward's way of saying "future lover". Or, at the very least, a very personal confidant..

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1:40 AM

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The bandaged man looks around, moving a hand to their hip as they lie back.

The Bandaged: Sigh. . .reminds me of my old bookshop room..

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1:40 AM

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The bandaged man snickers.

The Bandaged: Terrible! Ha!.

The boy01/16/2020

Able moves over the bandaged, taking a bit of a chance to prop themselves over them a bit. Just enough so that Able can look down at them.

Able: Aye, no need to be so rude. It has potential.

they01/16/2020

The bandaged man gestures around, adjusting the pitch black spectacles they're wearing over their eyes.

The Bandaged: Ah, potential; I'm sure that this address will appreciate in, oh. . .by the fall of the next City..

The boy01/16/2020

Able snickers, moving more over the bandaged. He just takes the leap into straddling them. Maybe they wouldn't notice. He would gripe at himself later for pushing boundaries.

Able: Oh sure, you say that now. I'll be living like a king!

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The bandaged man sits back a little more, apparently becoming more comfortable as they do so.

The Bandaged: Well, excuse me, but I've met kings in Port Carnelian before. . .er, hm.

The bandaged man adjusts the fez on their head, brushing the tassel out of the way.

The Bandaged: There we are. Yes, I've met kings before..

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1:57 AM

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The Bandaged: Right assholes, they were.

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1:57 AM

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The bandaged man muses, holding a hand to their chin, before chuckling.

The Bandaged: . . .mh, so I suppose you're on track then. Hah!.

The boy01/16/2020

Able grabs the sides of the bandaged persons face gently.

Able: Aye you treading some dangerous waters there, mate.

He sighs, there was no way to try anything with them covered up like that.

Able: Humor me for a second, yea?

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The bandaged man chuckles, grabbing lightly at Able's wrist.

The Bandaged: Heh. I thought I was. . .

The bandaged woman squeezes Able's wrist lightly, a cocky grin peeking between the loose facial bandages.

The Bandaged: . . .for a thief, you sure are awful at subtlety..

The boy01/16/2020

Able groans, about to make some sort of gripe, but silences it to lean in closer.

Able: Right, humor me more ya twit.

Able gets a bit flush, he was unsure. Thomas said it was easy when he asked, and proceeded to give an in-depth example. Surely it'd be easy here too?

they01/16/2020

The bandaged man lets go of Able's wrist, holding their hands up conversationally.

The Bandaged: Mmh, alright. Should I confuse you about my, ah, personal possessions as well?

The bandaged man leans back more, propping themselves up just by their elbows.

The Bandaged: Seemed to help you out, in any case, when you thought I was a lady..

The boy01/16/2020

Able looks unamused, staring at the bandaged.

Able: You seem to love to talk, ain't ya?

Able is attempting to move the bandages around their mouth with their thumb from the side of their cheek, huffing.

Able: Honestly it's been months and I haven't seen you been quiet unless you were holdup in your room.

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2:15 AM

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Able leans in closer.

Able: You talk in your sleep, too.

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The bandaged man lies back a little hard, tilting their head a bit away from Able's hand; the bandages pull away easily, revealing some scarred tissue poking through.

The Bandaged: Mmh? . .well, it must've been really good, if you've been listening in. . ..

The boy01/16/2020

Able sighs, even more unsure now. His face turns brighter, but he steels himself getting close enough to feel them breathing. They seemed a bit too relaxed about this.

Able: Teaching in your sleep, how dull.

Able presses forward, trying to execute what he learned with Thomas, but only ever so gently. He doesn't know how to move his mouth to kiss more than the surface level. He pulls away fairly quickly, but this was more due to inexperience taking over.

they01/16/2020

The bandaged man gives an over-confident smirk, slowly moving their arms behind Able's back; they speak low and comfortingly.

The Bandaged: Mmh, now, you can do better than thaaat. . ..

The boy01/16/2020

Able hums, flush, but slowly forming a bit of an idea in his head.

Able: Maybe I will concede to let you teach this to me...

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The Bandaged: Mhm, alright.

The bandaged man rubs Able's cheek, while their other hand lightly palms Able's hand.

The Bandaged: Now, do you want to start with, say. . .a small peck, or a deeper kiss?.

The boy01/16/2020

Able wants to look away, but stares down the Bandaged person instead. He would be at least somewhat brave in this!

Able: Ah... Deeper sounds nicer..

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The bandaged man leans forward, a hand moving to their face to tuck bandages out of the way, exposing grinning lips.

The Bandaged: Hmm. Alright. . .you're gonna have to look at me, first, however. . ..

The boy01/16/2020

Able sighs, steeling himself to look at the bandaged person more directly. He grabs his blankets below, tightly gripping them.

Able: Ok.... what else..?

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The Bandaged: Mmh. . .learn to trust me. . .

The bandaged man leans in, grinning a bit, before they gently plant a brief peck on the corner of Able's lips.

The Bandaged: Mmh. . .and start slow. . .mm. . .

The bandaged man is trailing their kisses closer along Able's lips, their hands moving to lightly cradle the back of his head.

The Bandaged: Mmf. . .and. . .relax. . ..

The boy01/16/2020

Able whimpers, trying to keep his eyes on the bandaged, while trying to keep his jaw loose. The young man is clearly very tense, though. Able relaxes only when they get closer to his mouth, a little more than excited if his bulge didn't give it away. Able finds himself trying to gently grind that member against the bandaged slow enough that maybe they wont notice.

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they01/16/2020

The bandaged man starts trailing their kisses a little farther along. . . Meanwhile, they're shifting their grip, the hand cradling Able's head pushing them closer while their other hand moves down to hold onto the back of Able's hip, lightly pulling their hip forward.

The Bandaged: Mmh. . .I can feel you, you know. . .

The bandaged man is startling to lean back, their grip on Able pulling them along as they do so.

The Bandaged: Mmh. . .no need to be timid, darling. . .go on. . .

The bandaged man plants a solid kiss onto Able's lips, and he can feel a brief wetness swipe at the outside of their lips before they pull away.

The Bandaged: . . .enjoy yourself. . .push a lil more, if you want. . .~.

The boy01/16/2020

Able doesn't seem entirely convinced at the invitation, even if it seemed like they were serious. He whines a bit when they pull away, but isn't entirely sure how to get them to go back to what they were doing without a bit of pleading on their part. Instead he just grinds into the Bandaged a bit more, though still fairly slowly, he liked to pace himself. He can feel them, even if its indirect as all hell it was somehow better than just his own self relief.

Able lays fully onto the Bandaged, fairly happy to be able to wraps their arms around them.

Able: A-ah... mmm... do that more... Sir.

they01/16/2020

The bandaged man chuckles.

The Bandaged: Mm, sir now. . .

The bandaged man leans in again, planting another kiss on Able's lips, this time leaving a distinct wetness behind.

The Bandaged: Mmhh. . .that's nice. . .that's realll nice. . .relax your lips a bit, now. . ..

The boy01/16/2020

Able is a bit too focused on his grinding to argue with the Bandaged, complying as much as they can. They seem to enjoy those kisses, such a thing he was glad to try more of. He seemed fairly compliant, relaxing as the bandaged had told them.

Able: Mm...yessir....

they01/16/2020

The Bandaged: Mm. . .c'mere. . .

The bandaged man leans forward a bit more, planting a kiss on Able's lips again.

The Bandaged: Mmh. . .now, that, there? A little peck. . .

The bandaged man cradles the back of Able's head, pushing them closer and ever so subtly tilting their head slightly; the other hand resting on Able's hips keeps pressing them down a little harder into their own groin.

The Bandaged: . . .mmmh. . .but a deeper kiss. . .now, that requires a bit more care. . .

The bandaged man leans forward and kisses Able a little more forcefully, their lips parting slightly as Able feels a tongue slipping between his own lips and probing ever so lightly.

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The boy01/16/2020

Able is a little surprised, but that merely makes him press his bulge harder against the bandaged as he grinds. He relaxes his mouth even more, a bit curious about the exploration. Able is tepid in moving his own tongue, but seems interested regardless, and presses into the bandaged more, wrapping their arms around their neck now. He didn't want them to pull away again.

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January 17, 2020

they01/17/2020

The bandaged man leans forward, probing a tongue harder into Able, hungrily probing a tongue into their mouth; they shift their grip, lifting it up ever so slightly as they press Able's head into theirs, leaning back and comfortably settling into Able's bed as they lift their hips, pushing up into Able's groin.

The Bandaged: Mmph. . .mmhrr. . .

Able can feel the bandaged man's tongue probing at the roof of his mouth, occasionally wrestling with Able's tongue in-between its probing.

The boy01/17/2020

Able leans in with the bandaged, moaning into their mouth as they attempt to try and explore their mouth as well. He doesn't do this particularly well, only tepidly prodding at their tongue or mouth. He feels himself get closer with each grind into the bandaged, whimpering as they want to feel more.

they01/17/2020

The bandaged man leans in closer, cradling the back of Able's head before they feel a wet fullness in their mouth; the probing tongue seems to swell suddenly and briefly, leaving a tasteless but thick mucus lining the inside of their mouth .

The Bandaged: Mmhhh. . .~

As sudden as the full feeling was, the bandaged man retreats just as quickly; they lean back, drawing their lips back as a brief glimpse of dark black slithers back into their mouth, a small trail of saliva and mucus connecting the man and Able's mouth briefly before they raise a finger and break the trail.

The Bandaged: . . .mmhhh, that was fun.~

The boy01/17/2020

Able would be surprised, but this man seemed so intent on using these appendages more and more. Able was still flush, panting, pressing into the bandaged.

Able: hhf...hhhh.......mhhhf.... more..?

they01/17/2020

The bandaged man hums, gently laying a finger on Able's lips.

The Bandaged: Mmm. . .later.

The bandaged man slowly slides Able off of themselves, pulling them to their side (but deliberately making sure that his groin grazes against the entire of his thigh as he does so) before shrugging them off their body; they lie on the dilapidated bed, an arm gently wrapped around Able.

The Bandaged: For now, let's just, ah. . .enjoy each other's company. . .

The bandaged man tilts their head downward, breathing into Able's hair as they hold them such that he has his back to the bed, making it difficult for them to. . .rub themselves onto them directly.