[ He doesn't want to, but he lets his hold on Anduin ease, watching him slip from the sheets. Golden and gorgeous, he'll never be sick of just looking at him, admiring him, watching as he looks over the cloak.
But as soon as Anduin invites him, he stands up to help, holding his hands out to take it, trying to make it easier for Anduin to try it on.]
So does this make me a butler, or a footman as well as a bodyguard?
[ He chuckles softly, slipping his arms back into the sleeves and drawing the thick fabric close. It's a little too warm for this time of year, but he wants to see it on, all the same. The buttons fasten in a neat, straight line, the weight settling in on his shoulders, as he reaches to brush his hair up out of the catch of the collar.
It's longer now than it was when he arrived. Much longer, sweeping well past his shoulders. Does he look different, now? He imagines he must, even if it's only been a half a year here. ]
[Jacob steps back, admiring Anduin in the robe, moving to just brush some invisible lint off the shoulder, but really just an excuse to feel it, to feel strong muscles beneath. And then he steps around, to look at Anduin from the front, and his lips pull into a broad, besotted grin.]
[ The opposite to Anduin's. He's not tall or blond, not kind or pure of heart. He isn't clean cut and heroic. But that's not a bad thing. It's just different.
As Anduin strokes fingers up Jacob's face, his arms slide around Anduin again, between his back at the cloak, pulling him close.]
Today's your day. We tell you how much we love you. But believe me, I've enjoyed every moment of it Anduin. Wouldn't change it for the world.
[ Jacob's expression changes slightly, taking on that softness of a man not used to compliments and still very much effected by them. He still doesn't know quite how to accept them, or to meet Anduin's gaze when he's looked at so lovingly.]
[ And he can't help but want to kiss him again, and so he does. Jacob has always been so reluctant to accept that he's a man who can be loved, who is worth loving, and Anduin is content to prove how wrong he is at every opportunity he recieves. ]
[ Jacob has no idea why on Anduin's birthday, he's the one getting all the kisses and adoration. Certainly he doesn't deserve it, but rather than argue with the birthday boy, he gives in. It's impossible not to feel better near Anduin, that there is light at the end of whatever tunnel they must traverse. So he holds onto him tight, and kisses him until he's breathless.
It's only when he needs air again that he pulls back a little way.]
I shouldn't be monopolising you. Poor Gilia is out there making breakfast and I'm here wanting to drag you back into bed.
[ Still smiling, Anduin threads his fingers through Jacob's hand, lowering it as he pulls away to lead them back towards the door to the bedroom. But not before glancing over his shoulder. ]
[Jacob grins, a slight dip of his head as Anduin curls their fingers together. It feels even more intimate than sex somehow, and he's not sure how to explain it, or deal with it. But he follows Anduin out, heart full of joy.]
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But as soon as Anduin invites him, he stands up to help, holding his hands out to take it, trying to make it easier for Anduin to try it on.]
So does this make me a butler, or a footman as well as a bodyguard?
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[ He chuckles softly, slipping his arms back into the sleeves and drawing the thick fabric close. It's a little too warm for this time of year, but he wants to see it on, all the same. The buttons fasten in a neat, straight line, the weight settling in on his shoulders, as he reaches to brush his hair up out of the catch of the collar.
It's longer now than it was when he arrived. Much longer, sweeping well past his shoulders. Does he look different, now? He imagines he must, even if it's only been a half a year here. ]
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[Jacob steps back, admiring Anduin in the robe, moving to just brush some invisible lint off the shoulder, but really just an excuse to feel it, to feel strong muscles beneath. And then he steps around, to look at Anduin from the front, and his lips pull into a broad, besotted grin.]
You're very handsome, have I told you recently?
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Coming from you, that's high praise indeed.
[ Fingers lift to card through dark hair, thumb running against the edge of his cheekbone as his gaze turns wholly warm and fond. ]
Thank you, Jacob. For this. For all you've done for me.
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[ The opposite to Anduin's. He's not tall or blond, not kind or pure of heart. He isn't clean cut and heroic. But that's not a bad thing. It's just different.
As Anduin strokes fingers up Jacob's face, his arms slide around Anduin again, between his back at the cloak, pulling him close.]
Today's your day. We tell you how much we love you. But believe me, I've enjoyed every moment of it Anduin. Wouldn't change it for the world.
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[ Anduin's grin softens as Jacob continues to speak, a light sigh escaping him as the assassin drew him near. ]
I've never doubted. You know that, I hope. Every day, I marvel at the fact that you chose me.
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I guess I'm lucky that you asked, aren't I?
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[ And he can't help but want to kiss him again, and so he does. Jacob has always been so reluctant to accept that he's a man who can be loved, who is worth loving, and Anduin is content to prove how wrong he is at every opportunity he recieves. ]
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It's impossible not to feel better near Anduin, that there is light at the end of whatever tunnel they must traverse. So he holds onto him tight, and kisses him until he's breathless.
It's only when he needs air again that he pulls back a little way.]
I shouldn't be monopolising you. Poor Gilia is out there making breakfast and I'm here wanting to drag you back into bed.
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[ Still smiling, Anduin threads his fingers through Jacob's hand, lowering it as he pulls away to lead them back towards the door to the bedroom. But not before glancing over his shoulder. ]
And there's always after breakfast.
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