[Apology or no apology, there is a certain smugness about Wrathion, even as he releases Anduin's shaft in order to wipe a bit of come off of his brow to keep it from sliding into one of his eyes. It also means that he can rest his head in the hand that comes to his cheek, looking very much like a cat who had gotten its cream.
His lips shift slightly around his canines, vaguely aware that he must look like an absolute wreck -- with Anduin's hand wrenched in his hair and his face covered, it's a wonder he ever had an attractive thought about him.]
[ And of all things, a small hitched laugh escapes the blond, as he valiantly tries to swipe the mess away at least in part. ]
I am, I thought you'd move...
[ And he looks a wreck, it's true. Every bit of him mussed and disheveled and dirtied and glorious, and it's impossible to not lean down and kiss those salt-tinged lips. ]
[Any thought following that is swallowed in the ensuing kiss -- which allows Wrathion the time to fully absorb the fact that he desperately needs the washroom, even with Anduin's attempts to wipe away the mess. The thought is all-consuming, save for the tiny whisper of affection that squeezes his heart suddenly in what feels like a vicegrip.
He'll unpack that later. For now, he pulls back slightly from the kiss after a moment, glancing at what he's manage to wipe upon his hand.]
[ He'll need to clean up as well, but there is a second bathroom. He gestures Wrathion on before moving towards the edge of the bed himself, another soft shiver working through him as his feet find the carpet.
Actually, on second thought. He's going to sit here a moment and collect himself. ]
[His legs are a bit stiff from laying at an odd angle, but he eventually leverages himself out of the valley he's made in Anduin's bed. After one upward stretch that results in some limb cracking, he wanders toward the indicated direction.
Unsurprisingly, Wrathion is slow to wash up and spends much of his time combing his claws through each strand of hair that feels out of place. He takes the time to massage water through his scales until they feel as clean as when he'd started the day.
And then he must dry them out -- but he can do that with company. So, once he is satisfied with his considerably-less-disheveled appearance, he wanders back into the bedroom, towel pressed against his cheeks.]
[ By the time he's returned, Anduin's cleaned up as well. His hair has found its way back into its usual neat ponytail gathered at the nape of his neck, and his button-down had been slipped back on somewhere along the way.
Clothes had been tidily gathered and folded, Wrathion's left near the edge of the bed. Upon his return, Anduin glanced up from the small potted plants at his bedside, a smile returning swiftly to his lips before he beckoned the dragon closer. ]
I think you managed better than I did, my first time.
[It is challenging for the dragon to school his expression to something neutral when he says it, but he manages well enough. Most of his scales have receded back behind his human illusion, and there is no tail to offer Anduin any tells this time
But he does not resist the call to move closer, in spite of that. In truth, his jaw has some private protesting to do, now that he's no longer participating.]
[ Wrathion looks much more composed now, much more himself. Or at least how he's grown used to seeing him. It's hard to say what's more comfortable for him, what guise makes him feel most at home.
But he knows the image that's going to stay with him the longest. ]
Mm. You'd like that, wouldn't you?
[ Fingers smooth across his jaw, his freshly-cleaned beard and smoother, softer skin. ]
...I'm still learning, myself. It's all new for both of us, so learning together makes as much sense as anything, I suppose.
[He would, indeed, like that. But, as a reflection to Anduin's observation about him being back to normal, he does not lean into the hand that rests at his jaw. Instead, he allows his smirk to widen slightly.]
Then I suppose there will be more such lessons in our near future, hm?
[ With one last small kiss stolen, Anduin lets his hand drop and moves instead to collect their tea cups from where they'd been abandoned. The moment's fading, but this time it doesn't feel disappointing in the ways it has in the past.
Maybe it's his own understanding of this place and the way things are. Or perhaps the way Wrathion is. But still he feels...oddly content. ]
[He scoffs, a dramatic and arrogant sound, after Anduin pulls away from the kiss. They would be forever locked in a perpetual Jihui rematch as an excuse to see one another.
As far as excuses go, it was not the worst thing.
When Anduin turns to retrieve the cups, Wrathion trades the towel for his pants, and then his shirt. Tucking everything carefully into place as if nothing had happened.
But as he turns and gathers a glimpse of the spare room, he is quickly brought back down to earth by a comment Anduin had made earlier. After a hum of thought, he glances in his direction.]
[Of course, he went through great lengths to pretend that he had not known Anduin -- but if he was familiar with Rey and Ramir on a friendly level, it would only be a matter of time before someone at least realized they were from the same world, even if they did not mention one another directly.
And demanding Jacob's removal from his shared space with Anduin would imply that he was jealous. Which he is not.]
In any case, my apartment will remain empty quite consistently, should solitude ever be an issue.
It does leave him to wonder why Wrathion is so consistently alone. Why so much of this is still new to him, despite being here for longer. He'd be picky about potential partners, of course, but how has he been managing up to this point if he's so dedicated to his own privacy? Thoughts to ruminate on later, perhaps.
Anduin appears to consider for a moment before nodding. ]
Then I suppose I'll be choosing the date of our next game?
[Since he has company to entertain and all. His shirt is quickly pulled over his hair, curls briefly fluffed with his fingers, before he moves to retrieve his game pieces.
There was no further reason for him to linger -- it would only invite attention, and other things he did not desire to deal with at the present, now that he has reestablished distance.
Another few days, and perhaps the conversation surrounding his untimely appearance in Stormwind would fade into memory as well.]
[ If Wrathion thinks any part of why they wound up in the bedroom in the first place doesn't have to do with that conversation, he really is a fool. Though he'd be willing to forgive him that.
He's...willing to forgive quite a few things, at this juncture. Though it might not be the best time to discuss it.
Instead he pads quietly towards the kitchen -- still sans pants -- to deliver the cups into the sink for later cleaning. This, before turning to watch Wrathion gather up the pieces with a quiet smile perched on his lips. ]
[Just because there is a clear link between the two occurrences doesn't mean that he has to be mature in acknowledging it. Or hoping that they just never talk about it again.
Yeah. That.]
I am sure you will find a way to fit me into your busy schedule.
[A subtle, playful dig at his inability to remain idle. Wrathion heads for the door to see himself out, reaching to pinch Anduin's exposed rear as he goes.]
[Said with a dismissive air. As his hand is slapped away, he shakes it out dramatically and offers him a low bow of faux-pology as he backs out of the door.]
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[Apology or no apology, there is a certain smugness about Wrathion, even as he releases Anduin's shaft in order to wipe a bit of come off of his brow to keep it from sliding into one of his eyes. It also means that he can rest his head in the hand that comes to his cheek, looking very much like a cat who had gotten its cream.
His lips shift slightly around his canines, vaguely aware that he must look like an absolute wreck -- with Anduin's hand wrenched in his hair and his face covered, it's a wonder he ever had an attractive thought about him.]
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I am, I thought you'd move...
[ And he looks a wreck, it's true. Every bit of him mussed and disheveled and dirtied and glorious, and it's impossible to not lean down and kiss those salt-tinged lips. ]
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[Any thought following that is swallowed in the ensuing kiss -- which allows Wrathion the time to fully absorb the fact that he desperately needs the washroom, even with Anduin's attempts to wipe away the mess. The thought is all-consuming, save for the tiny whisper of affection that squeezes his heart suddenly in what feels like a vicegrip.
He'll unpack that later. For now, he pulls back slightly from the kiss after a moment, glancing at what he's manage to wipe upon his hand.]
If you might allow me...
[Before it dries in his beard.]
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[ He'll need to clean up as well, but there is a second bathroom. He gestures Wrathion on before moving towards the edge of the bed himself, another soft shiver working through him as his feet find the carpet.
Actually, on second thought. He's going to sit here a moment and collect himself. ]
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Unsurprisingly, Wrathion is slow to wash up and spends much of his time combing his claws through each strand of hair that feels out of place. He takes the time to massage water through his scales until they feel as clean as when he'd started the day.
And then he must dry them out -- but he can do that with company. So, once he is satisfied with his considerably-less-disheveled appearance, he wanders back into the bedroom, towel pressed against his cheeks.]
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Clothes had been tidily gathered and folded, Wrathion's left near the edge of the bed. Upon his return, Anduin glanced up from the small potted plants at his bedside, a smile returning swiftly to his lips before he beckoned the dragon closer. ]
I think you managed better than I did, my first time.
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[It is challenging for the dragon to school his expression to something neutral when he says it, but he manages well enough. Most of his scales have receded back behind his human illusion, and there is no tail to offer Anduin any tells this time
But he does not resist the call to move closer, in spite of that. In truth, his jaw has some private protesting to do, now that he's no longer participating.]
It helps to have a patient teacher.
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But he knows the image that's going to stay with him the longest. ]
Mm. You'd like that, wouldn't you?
[ Fingers smooth across his jaw, his freshly-cleaned beard and smoother, softer skin. ]
...I'm still learning, myself. It's all new for both of us, so learning together makes as much sense as anything, I suppose.
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Then I suppose there will be more such lessons in our near future, hm?
[He is not upset about that prospect.]
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[ With one last small kiss stolen, Anduin lets his hand drop and moves instead to collect their tea cups from where they'd been abandoned. The moment's fading, but this time it doesn't feel disappointing in the ways it has in the past.
Maybe it's his own understanding of this place and the way things are. Or perhaps the way Wrathion is. But still he feels...oddly content. ]
I do expect a rematch, after all.
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As far as excuses go, it was not the worst thing.
When Anduin turns to retrieve the cups, Wrathion trades the towel for his pants, and then his shirt. Tucking everything carefully into place as if nothing had happened.
But as he turns and gathers a glimpse of the spare room, he is quickly brought back down to earth by a comment Anduin had made earlier. After a hum of thought, he glances in his direction.]
Your submissive -- will he be moving in with you?
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[ Wrathion hadn't just asked to be curious. Carefully holding the cups in hand, he pauses on his way to the door, glancing back. ]
He'd be here now and then, but I can make sure he's out before you come over.
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[Of course, he went through great lengths to pretend that he had not known Anduin -- but if he was familiar with Rey and Ramir on a friendly level, it would only be a matter of time before someone at least realized they were from the same world, even if they did not mention one another directly.
And demanding Jacob's removal from his shared space with Anduin would imply that he was jealous. Which he is not.]
In any case, my apartment will remain empty quite consistently, should solitude ever be an issue.
[Because: obviously.]
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It does leave him to wonder why Wrathion is so consistently alone. Why so much of this is still new to him, despite being here for longer. He'd be picky about potential partners, of course, but how has he been managing up to this point if he's so dedicated to his own privacy? Thoughts to ruminate on later, perhaps.
Anduin appears to consider for a moment before nodding. ]
Then I suppose I'll be choosing the date of our next game?
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[Since he has company to entertain and all. His shirt is quickly pulled over his hair, curls briefly fluffed with his fingers, before he moves to retrieve his game pieces.
There was no further reason for him to linger -- it would only invite attention, and other things he did not desire to deal with at the present, now that he has reestablished distance.
Another few days, and perhaps the conversation surrounding his untimely appearance in Stormwind would fade into memory as well.]
Whenever you are ready.
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He's...willing to forgive quite a few things, at this juncture. Though it might not be the best time to discuss it.
Instead he pads quietly towards the kitchen -- still sans pants -- to deliver the cups into the sink for later cleaning. This, before turning to watch Wrathion gather up the pieces with a quiet smile perched on his lips. ]
Perhaps next week. Should we find the time.
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Yeah. That.]
I am sure you will find a way to fit me into your busy schedule.
[A subtle, playful dig at his inability to remain idle. Wrathion heads for the door to see himself out, reaching to pinch Anduin's exposed rear as he goes.]
Until then, your highness.
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Anduin let out a soft yelp at the pinch, before turning to glare at the dragon and swatting lightly at his hand in retribution. ]
'Majesty'. Your highness.
[ Though he does still fondly remember when they were both princes. Far, far from where and when they are now. ]
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[Said with a dismissive air. As his hand is slapped away, he shakes it out dramatically and offers him a low bow of faux-pology as he backs out of the door.]
Enjoy your evening.