"I know. I do, and I will." He squeezes back, almost until it hurts. "I'll try not to take too long. I'm sorry..."
With a sigh, he lets the rest of that conversation drop. He can't... he can't just make it all better. No matter how much he wants to. But, that doesn't mean he wants Lucas to leave him alone completely. So, he latches on to the lebkuchen as a means to keep Lucas there.
"There's nothing I'd love more than to bake something with you right now. You say they're like gingerbread? That's... just in time for the season, isn't it?"
"These are cute," Max says when he sees the shorts.
He likes the nice line they cut across Rowan's hip. He also, instinctively reaches out, intending to drag a finger lightly down that trail of dark hair. The texture would be fun to explore -- Rowan doesn't give him the time for it.
Not that he's sorry because now he has a perfect ass in front of him just begging to be played with.
"Da-yum," Max's voice is full of appreciation. "How did you even get those on so tight?" Mark tight, tight jeans as a newly discovered turn-on for him.
"I'll give you everything and more when you're lookin' at me like that."
He smacks Rowan' playfully. Then his hands go to the waistband, and start to shimmy those jeans down. He's being careful because he doesn't want to rip them. He definitely wants to see them again.
That tone of appreciation pleases Rowan enough to have them letting out a quiet rumble of appreciation of their own, wiggling their bum for Max. "Practice, and just enough stretch in the jeans." They say, pleased. They're extra glad that the fae gave them back their exact wardrobe now - or at least a set close enough to it that the jeans are still as fitted to their body as they're used to.
That light smack as them letting out another pleased noise, and they resist the urge to arch their back into it, instead focusing on relaxing their legs to make it easier for Max to peel them free of their trousers. Only once they're free of them do they part their legs a little more and push themself up on to their toes, stretching out their legs and arse to give Max a better view. "Better without? Or should I put them back on?" They tease.
"No, no sorry," Lucas shakes his head. It doesn't matter that Max's grip is almost painful, he's not letting go. "You know where to find me, but...I'll drop by, too. If that's okay."
Give Max time to figure this out, or at least part of it. But, like Rowan said, not enough that Max gets lost in his own emotions.
"Yeah," He manages a smile, "It's kind of a winter treat from Germany. And, I'd love to bake it with you. Mom makes them for me so---" His voice cracks a little. "Sometimes."
He's surprised, actually, how difficult getting these down are. But, he manages. He's determined.
"We both know the real treat is what's inside those jeans. So, it has to be without. But they do such a nice job of showing it off."
He delivers another smack, slightly harder this time, since they are pushing themself up so nicely.
"If I could get away with hanging a frame around this right here, I'd do it." He makes a square with his fingers and looks at Rowan through it, "Picture perfect. True art."
"I will, I promise. You'll want me to go away by the end of this," Lucas manages to grin despite feeling like his chest is cracking in two.
If nothing else, he considers Max one of his closest friends here. He's not losing that, too.
"I wish I could show you, I'm thinking about asking my Patron about it actually. Share memories. But," His smile grows fond, "She's all of five foot two, but still tall enough to bend my ear when I'm being stupid." That gets a small laugh, "She'd love you. She cooks but I think she'd like to have someone better than me to boss around."
They can’t hold back a soft moan of pleasure at the slap, pushing up into Max’s hand. It feels better than expected, but maybe that’s partly Max’s gaze on them, making their skin burn for more.
“Might make it a bit awkward to go through doors.” Rowan points out, giving Max a moment to admire them, before straightening out and turning to him. They don’t more in immediately though, instead very bluntly checking him out, their eyes raking over his face, his chest, and then down between his legs, clearly pleaded with what they see.
“Anyway, you can say that, but you’re perfect all over, like some kind of Greek statue. Only better ‘cos you come with bad puns.”
"I promise you, I'll never want that," he murmurs.
Max's smile is genuine but slightly melancholy. He never had a mom to cook with. Or do anything with. She left before he was old enough to remember her. But, oh! To meet Lucas' mother --wouldn't that be something?
"You can do that too? Show your memories to other people?" He sounds enchanted by the idea. Lucas really could show Max his mother?
"I'd... I'd really love if I could meet her. Or, maybe even just feel like I've met her. If you had that power back could you..." his breath catches in his lungs suddenly. "...Could you show me old memories of my dad... or sister?"
"The bad puns are the best feature," Max says, thought that doesn't keep him from swaying his hips just enough to set his dick in motion too.
"Sure, those marble statues have great asses, but they servely lack in personality. When I've eaten three times my weight in cookies around here, at least I'll still have the bad jokes."
All of this, of course, is just a cover for the slight anxiety talking about his looks always brings. He doesn't look like this just for his master anymore, but it still puts Max in a weird place.
With Rowan, however, it's less so. Because he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that they like him for more than just his six-pack and dick. The whole package is important. So, he's happy he can deliver.
"Oh, any my baking skills. I'll still have those too."
Lucas can only smile at Max's quiet comment. At least they still have this, but now he wishes he could really show Max his Mom. He misses her so much, even if he's properly moved out and on his own back home, there's nothing like picking up the phone for some Mom advice.
"Well, I can't do it yet, but the more I experience, the older I get, the more these abilities sort of expand out. So I could learn it there some day, but why not try here?" Now his face lifts, latching onto the idea even more. "I want you to meet her, even if it's just from here."
And he taps his head, before his expression fully lights up, "Yeah! I can show you those memories again, and...I could see them too. I'd really like that!"
Rowan cocks an eyebrow as Max swings his hips and his dick, and then can't hold back from laughing, snorting at how daft and playful Max is, and loving him all the more for it. "You eat that many biscuits and you'll burst." They warn him, poking his abs somewhere in the rough region of the stomach. "Won't help you keep my hands off you anyway. Ain't much helping that." Max's body is a nice bonus, but it's everything else about him that has Rowan coming back time and time again for more.
And speaking of keeping their hands off him, they allow their hand to trail down his body, heading towards that swinging dick. "You forgot your DIY skills, though. You'd still be able to nail me up against a wall."
"I think it would be wonderful if you learned that."
Wow, a Medium is always learning and expanding? Just imagine the kind of force Lucas could be to reckon with in ten more years -- even five more years?
"You would?" He brightens. "Is that... something you can do right now?"
His belly jumps at the touch while he gives a light snicker. Oh no, don't let Rowan find out he's ticklish. The startled laugh quickly changes to a pleased rumble as their hands travel down. Only to have him snorting again at that master level pun.
"Ha! Well, how else do you hang a picture frame?"
If Rowan directs their attention down, they'll be able to see (and maybe feel) just how fun an idea Max thinks that is. His hips aren't swinging anymore, but there's still plenty of throbbing movement.
"Of course, on the shower wall, I'd have to use a special tool...You've really gotta drill deep against tile."
Rowan doesn't need to look down, because in just a few moments, their fingers reach his cock, lightly rolling over it. Just that light touch has them tempted to fall to their knees again. Maybe they could manage to fit him entirely down their throat this time.
"Right, 'course. And you'll really need to hammer it home. I think I know just the one for the job, though." Their fingers loop around him loosely, stroking from base to tip with a teasingly light grip. "Is the shower wall where you want me?"
"I could see them," Some of the excitement dims a little, "But I couldn't share it back with you. Not yet."
Now the flicker of the idea he started with Edgar is a full-fledged flame, burning with the desire of helping those he cares for. If it helps, even for a few minutes, to relive those precious memories, it's worth asking his Patron for.
"But I will." A promise. "But if you want...I can do a reading now, and tell you? Or we can wait. I'm okay, either way."
"Can you... tell me how it works? I'd love for you to have a memory of mine that isn't..." the worst night of his life, "you know, so terrible. But, I'd also like to understand what you do, or... how it should work. When it goes right."
"As long as we break it in and don't break it." Rowan smirks, leans forward to kiss Max, hot and brief, and then pulls away entirely, dropping his cock. A push of the waistband and a shimmy has them stepping out of their knickers, and they cross over to the shower in a moment, turning it on, and then stepping down into the recessed area.
After a glance at the spray, they lean up against the wall in a spot where the water isn't washing over them, but instead on the edges of the spray where it hits their body like light rain. As they arch their back, arms crossed on the tile, presenting their arse to Max again, droplets gather and trickle down their pale back, down, around and in between the cheeks. "Got that frame ready, or just going to nail me to the wall as I am?" They ask, glancing back over their shoulder at him. "There's lube in the basket under the bed."
Lucas nods his head a few times. "Well, there's two types, really. Places and objects have memories, usually points of time of emotional turmoil, but everything leaves some kind of impression. For those, when I'm looking back, it's kind of like rewinding a VHS tape? I can jump back but it helps when I have a general idea of when I'm looking for...and I'm just there watching, like a movie playing out around me."
He takes a breath, thinking along the same lines as Max. Having that painful memory helps him understand the man better, so for that reason alone he's not sorry for it. Only the circumstances around finding out.
"For people, if you want me to try and find something specific, it's easier if you picture your Dad or your sister. Everything else slips me by when I have a narrower target," A sigh, "By accident, it's no wonder I picked up on...that. Traumatic events are what this ability is used for the best. It helps me for the cold cases I handle, for example."
The moment Rowan's hand is gone, he feels the loss like a hot heat. He's a moth drawn to that flame. Oh Christ, what a flame. Rowan's show under the water has the blood throbbing through him like thunder in his ears.
He hurries to fetch the lube from under the bed, fumbling the basket a few times in his rush. Coordination is hard when all your blood is flowing south. He clenches the lube in one fist and hurries back to the shower.
"Damn Rowan, you're like a living wet dream," says Max as he runs his hands down their back, following the path of the water until he reaches their ass. He pauses to fully appreciate the lovedly shaped of it, stroking fingers down slowly, like it's so prescius he really could set a shrine up on it.
"I am never going to get tired of seeing you like this. You know that?"
"Wow," Max says awed by that. Imagine, actually seeing the past happening all around you?
That second method however. "You readings of people sounds... intense. So, when you do this for your job you have to watch stuff like... that... a lot?" Is it always traumatic things? How can Lucas stand it?
"When you do it on people is it like watching a movie still?"
"Yeah," His reply is quiet, gaze drifting to an indistinct spot on the floor. "Normally, it's..."
Lucas breathes out a long sigh, shoulders sagging. "I see it like you would see it, like I was you. Most of the time," His voice quiets. "It's their last moments."
For a brief moment eyes close, before they open, trained on Max. "If it can bring closure, I'll do it a thousand times over."
Corbin knows that feeling, it was easy enough to know what you wanted, but getting it out was a whole other things entirely. He could definitely sympathize with Max on that.
He did chuckle "Fair enough." He wasn't a feet guy but... well alright so there were definitely times where he was fond of a pair of shoes. Selectively so. But he could definitely respect that it wasn't everyone's thing. That's why they were having this conversation in the first place.
"I mean, mosta what I ain't into is like... humiliation and CBT. Not too much into a lotta pain either. Some of it's fine. I like causin some of it, but I wanna make sure you have a good time." He was starting to get the germ of an idea, he was a switch himself, but he was more the 'roll with what his partner was up for' sort of switch, and Max was certainly not giving off the energy of someone who planned to top that night, not with being lead around by his tie. And you didn't have to be the one putting your dick in someone to be the one topping.
"And yeah, I think I noticed about your tie." And because it was a lot of fun he gave Max another tug, but this time to the side, so he had access to what parts of his neck were exposed, to his ears and his jaw. "I think I like it m'self." He kissed along Max's jaw and over to his neck, nibbling and nipping his way along, even if he really wished there was more skin for him to taste. He might have to sacrifice the nice handle for being able to properly get his mouth on Max.
Rowan shudders - from Max's hands or the compliment or both - and pushes up and out further, straining their back to give Max a good show and a good handful. They rest a cheek on the arms against the wall, smiling back at him over the shoulder.
"Only trying to live up to you, love." Not that they have any body insecurities that can actually be fixed, but damn. Max is a sight to see himself, and with the water dripping over those muscles leaving his skin glimmering in the light... It's just a shame from this angle they can't get a better look. "Anyway, you can have me as often as you want." A touch of redness comes to their cheeks, and they do pull away so they can twist enough to press a slightly awkward kiss to Max's lips. "It's the least I can do for what you've done for me."
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Date: 2020-09-15 03:00 pm (UTC)With a sigh, he lets the rest of that conversation drop. He can't... he can't just make it all better. No matter how much he wants to. But, that doesn't mean he wants Lucas to leave him alone completely. So, he latches on to the lebkuchen as a means to keep Lucas there.
"There's nothing I'd love more than to bake something with you right now. You say they're like gingerbread? That's... just in time for the season, isn't it?"
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Date: 2020-09-15 06:28 pm (UTC)He likes the nice line they cut across Rowan's hip. He also, instinctively reaches out, intending to drag a finger lightly down that trail of dark hair. The texture would be fun to explore -- Rowan doesn't give him the time for it.
Not that he's sorry because now he has a perfect ass in front of him just begging to be played with.
"Da-yum," Max's voice is full of appreciation. "How did you even get those on so tight?" Mark tight, tight jeans as a newly discovered turn-on for him.
"I'll give you everything and more when you're lookin' at me like that."
He smacks Rowan' playfully. Then his hands go to the waistband, and start to shimmy those jeans down. He's being careful because he doesn't want to rip them. He definitely wants to see them again.
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Date: 2020-09-15 07:02 pm (UTC)That light smack as them letting out another pleased noise, and they resist the urge to arch their back into it, instead focusing on relaxing their legs to make it easier for Max to peel them free of their trousers. Only once they're free of them do they part their legs a little more and push themself up on to their toes, stretching out their legs and arse to give Max a better view. "Better without? Or should I put them back on?" They tease.
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Date: 2020-09-16 01:24 am (UTC)Give Max time to figure this out, or at least part of it. But, like Rowan said, not enough that Max gets lost in his own emotions.
"Yeah," He manages a smile, "It's kind of a winter treat from Germany. And, I'd love to bake it with you. Mom makes them for me so---" His voice cracks a little. "Sometimes."
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Date: 2020-09-17 01:40 am (UTC)"We both know the real treat is what's inside those jeans. So, it has to be without. But they do such a nice job of showing it off."
He delivers another smack, slightly harder this time, since they are pushing themself up so nicely.
"If I could get away with hanging a frame around this right here, I'd do it." He makes a square with his fingers and looks at Rowan through it, "Picture perfect. True art."
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Date: 2020-09-17 01:52 am (UTC)He doesn't want to break off everything. He's just too confused about the sex side right now.
"Oh yeah? Your mom? Would you... tell me about her?"
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Date: 2020-09-17 02:45 am (UTC)If nothing else, he considers Max one of his closest friends here. He's not losing that, too.
"I wish I could show you, I'm thinking about asking my Patron about it actually. Share memories. But," His smile grows fond, "She's all of five foot two, but still tall enough to bend my ear when I'm being stupid." That gets a small laugh, "She'd love you. She cooks but I think she'd like to have someone better than me to boss around."
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Date: 2020-09-17 08:39 am (UTC)“Might make it a bit awkward to go through doors.” Rowan points out, giving Max a moment to admire them, before straightening out and turning to him. They don’t more in immediately though, instead very bluntly checking him out, their eyes raking over his face, his chest, and then down between his legs, clearly pleaded with what they see.
“Anyway, you can say that, but you’re perfect all over, like some kind of Greek statue. Only better ‘cos you come with bad puns.”
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Date: 2020-09-17 07:46 pm (UTC)Max's smile is genuine but slightly melancholy. He never had a mom to cook with. Or do anything with. She left before he was old enough to remember her. But, oh! To meet Lucas' mother --wouldn't that be something?
"You can do that too? Show your memories to other people?" He sounds enchanted by the idea. Lucas really could show Max his mother?
"I'd... I'd really love if I could meet her. Or, maybe even just feel like I've met her. If you had that power back could you..." his breath catches in his lungs suddenly. "...Could you show me old memories of my dad... or sister?"
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Date: 2020-09-18 03:08 am (UTC)"Sure, those marble statues have great asses, but they servely lack in personality. When I've eaten three times my weight in cookies around here, at least I'll still have the bad jokes."
All of this, of course, is just a cover for the slight anxiety talking about his looks always brings. He doesn't look like this just for his master anymore, but it still puts Max in a weird place.
With Rowan, however, it's less so. Because he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that they like him for more than just his six-pack and dick. The whole package is important. So, he's happy he can deliver.
"Oh, any my baking skills. I'll still have those too."
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Date: 2020-09-18 03:48 am (UTC)"Well, I can't do it yet, but the more I experience, the older I get, the more these abilities sort of expand out. So I could learn it there some day, but why not try here?" Now his face lifts, latching onto the idea even more. "I want you to meet her, even if it's just from here."
And he taps his head, before his expression fully lights up, "Yeah! I can show you those memories again, and...I could see them too. I'd really like that!"
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Date: 2020-09-18 01:35 pm (UTC)And speaking of keeping their hands off him, they allow their hand to trail down his body, heading towards that swinging dick. "You forgot your DIY skills, though. You'd still be able to nail me up against a wall."
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Date: 2020-09-18 03:49 pm (UTC)Wow, a Medium is always learning and expanding? Just imagine the kind of force Lucas could be to reckon with in ten more years -- even five more years?
"You would?" He brightens. "Is that... something you can do right now?"
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Date: 2020-09-18 06:05 pm (UTC)His belly jumps at the touch while he gives a light snicker. Oh no, don't let Rowan find out he's ticklish. The startled laugh quickly changes to a pleased rumble as their hands travel down. Only to have him snorting again at that master level pun.
"Ha! Well, how else do you hang a picture frame?"
If Rowan directs their attention down, they'll be able to see (and maybe feel) just how fun an idea Max thinks that is. His hips aren't swinging anymore, but there's still plenty of throbbing movement.
"Of course, on the shower wall, I'd have to use a special tool...You've really gotta drill deep against tile."
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Date: 2020-09-18 06:56 pm (UTC)"Right, 'course. And you'll really need to hammer it home. I think I know just the one for the job, though." Their fingers loop around him loosely, stroking from base to tip with a teasingly light grip. "Is the shower wall where you want me?"
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Date: 2020-09-18 07:15 pm (UTC)Now the flicker of the idea he started with Edgar is a full-fledged flame, burning with the desire of helping those he cares for. If it helps, even for a few minutes, to relive those precious memories, it's worth asking his Patron for.
"But I will." A promise. "But if you want...I can do a reading now, and tell you? Or we can wait. I'm okay, either way."
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Date: 2020-09-19 03:44 am (UTC)"We did say we wanted to break it in, didn't we? I think you'd look great pressed up against the tile with water rolling down you."
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Date: 2020-09-19 08:44 am (UTC)After a glance at the spray, they lean up against the wall in a spot where the water isn't washing over them, but instead on the edges of the spray where it hits their body like light rain. As they arch their back, arms crossed on the tile, presenting their arse to Max again, droplets gather and trickle down their pale back, down, around and in between the cheeks. "Got that frame ready, or just going to nail me to the wall as I am?" They ask, glancing back over their shoulder at him. "There's lube in the basket under the bed."
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Date: 2020-09-19 04:46 pm (UTC)He takes a breath, thinking along the same lines as Max. Having that painful memory helps him understand the man better, so for that reason alone he's not sorry for it. Only the circumstances around finding out.
"For people, if you want me to try and find something specific, it's easier if you picture your Dad or your sister. Everything else slips me by when I have a narrower target," A sigh, "By accident, it's no wonder I picked up on...that. Traumatic events are what this ability is used for the best. It helps me for the cold cases I handle, for example."
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Date: 2020-09-20 10:35 pm (UTC)The moment Rowan's hand is gone, he feels the loss like a hot heat. He's a moth drawn to that flame. Oh Christ, what a flame. Rowan's show under the water has the blood throbbing through him like thunder in his ears.
He hurries to fetch the lube from under the bed, fumbling the basket a few times in his rush. Coordination is hard when all your blood is flowing south. He clenches the lube in one fist and hurries back to the shower.
"Damn Rowan, you're like a living wet dream," says Max as he runs his hands down their back, following the path of the water until he reaches their ass. He pauses to fully appreciate the lovedly shaped of it, stroking fingers down slowly, like it's so prescius he really could set a shrine up on it.
"I am never going to get tired of seeing you like this. You know that?"
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Date: 2020-09-20 11:02 pm (UTC)That second method however. "You readings of people sounds... intense. So, when you do this for your job you have to watch stuff like... that... a lot?" Is it always traumatic things? How can Lucas stand it?
"When you do it on people is it like watching a movie still?"
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Date: 2020-09-21 01:20 am (UTC)Lucas breathes out a long sigh, shoulders sagging. "I see it like you would see it, like I was you. Most of the time," His voice quiets. "It's their last moments."
For a brief moment eyes close, before they open, trained on Max. "If it can bring closure, I'll do it a thousand times over."
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Date: 2020-09-21 05:53 am (UTC)He did chuckle "Fair enough." He wasn't a feet guy but... well alright so there were definitely times where he was fond of a pair of shoes. Selectively so. But he could definitely respect that it wasn't everyone's thing. That's why they were having this conversation in the first place.
"I mean, mosta what I ain't into is like... humiliation and CBT. Not too much into a lotta pain either. Some of it's fine. I like causin some of it, but I wanna make sure you have a good time." He was starting to get the germ of an idea, he was a switch himself, but he was more the 'roll with what his partner was up for' sort of switch, and Max was certainly not giving off the energy of someone who planned to top that night, not with being lead around by his tie. And you didn't have to be the one putting your dick in someone to be the one topping.
"And yeah, I think I noticed about your tie." And because it was a lot of fun he gave Max another tug, but this time to the side, so he had access to what parts of his neck were exposed, to his ears and his jaw. "I think I like it m'self." He kissed along Max's jaw and over to his neck, nibbling and nipping his way along, even if he really wished there was more skin for him to taste. He might have to sacrifice the nice handle for being able to properly get his mouth on Max.
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Date: 2020-09-21 06:14 am (UTC)"Only trying to live up to you, love." Not that they have any body insecurities that can actually be fixed, but damn. Max is a sight to see himself, and with the water dripping over those muscles leaving his skin glimmering in the light... It's just a shame from this angle they can't get a better look. "Anyway, you can have me as often as you want." A touch of redness comes to their cheeks, and they do pull away so they can twist enough to press a slightly awkward kiss to Max's lips. "It's the least I can do for what you've done for me."