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[ Xenk quickly takes to the kiss, an arm reaching around to hold Fenris around his waist. It's easy to fall for such a man. One so kind and honest, and beautiful besides. Xenk knows he has Fenris' trust, and the oath he swore laid his feelings plain as he could speak them -- not clearly, but certain of his intent.
Fenris holds his heart. He is someone Xenk would protect to the ends of the world. Even if he himself will not live forever, the memories they make will stay with Xenk long after his inevitable passing, or indeed their inevitable exit from this world. And yet, fleeting though it may be, Xenk would not trade this moment for anything, nor indeed for anyone. It is different from how he feels about Astarion, but there is beauty in that difference. And love to be found as well.
The comfort of his kiss finds Xenk leaning further, parting his lips and meeting Fenris' hunger with his own. Of course there are benefits to living in the same home. Xenk is not one to indulge in excess, but there's no reason they can't both treat themselves to a warm and inviting welcome. ]
Fenris holds his heart. He is someone Xenk would protect to the ends of the world. Even if he himself will not live forever, the memories they make will stay with Xenk long after his inevitable passing, or indeed their inevitable exit from this world. And yet, fleeting though it may be, Xenk would not trade this moment for anything, nor indeed for anyone. It is different from how he feels about Astarion, but there is beauty in that difference. And love to be found as well.
The comfort of his kiss finds Xenk leaning further, parting his lips and meeting Fenris' hunger with his own. Of course there are benefits to living in the same home. Xenk is not one to indulge in excess, but there's no reason they can't both treat themselves to a warm and inviting welcome. ]
[A warm inviting welcome indeed, as Fenris' own lips part to accept the hunger of the other man, to meet it with his own desire. He knows he holds a part of Xenk's heart, that the man just as surely holds a part of Fenris' own in return. That he would protect this man, care for him, and treat him with the utmost consideration.
Even if these memories are temporary, he know that his soul and heart will carry the memory of this man for his entire life, perhaps longer as the pieces he gives to this man will be carried with him.
He brings his arms up around Xenk's shoulder's pulling him closer as he kisses him soundly, tasting and touching, indulging in the hopes communicating his feelings more clearly than he believe he's done with words as of yet. He thinks Xenk knows, but it doesn't hurt to try and communicate it another way once more.]
Even if these memories are temporary, he know that his soul and heart will carry the memory of this man for his entire life, perhaps longer as the pieces he gives to this man will be carried with him.
He brings his arms up around Xenk's shoulder's pulling him closer as he kisses him soundly, tasting and touching, indulging in the hopes communicating his feelings more clearly than he believe he's done with words as of yet. He thinks Xenk knows, but it doesn't hurt to try and communicate it another way once more.]
[ There's really no room for doubt in Xenk's mind—Fenris communicates his feelings clearly. Xenk will carry him in his heart for however long he shall live, and in so doing will ensure that Fenris' memory lives on forever. As an arbiter for the hearts of his friends, Xenk has always found this burden somewhat heavy, but for Fenris... the weight is light. It is without question.
Xenk allows himself to be touched and touches in kind, his hand rising up Fenris' back to keep a steady hold on him. Xenk recognizes that hunger and affection, for it's a feeling he knows well. When one finds oneself in the arms of someone who will love and care for them, it's easy to melt and open up for them. Words bear little meaning in comparison.
Even for Xenk, who has such trouble letting others see his vulnerabilities, there's no need to fear the safety of Fenris' affection. They are in their home. They are with each other. In this world where great risks and danger seem far off, Xenk could think of no greater indulgence. Save, perhaps, if Astarion were to join them. ]
Xenk allows himself to be touched and touches in kind, his hand rising up Fenris' back to keep a steady hold on him. Xenk recognizes that hunger and affection, for it's a feeling he knows well. When one finds oneself in the arms of someone who will love and care for them, it's easy to melt and open up for them. Words bear little meaning in comparison.
Even for Xenk, who has such trouble letting others see his vulnerabilities, there's no need to fear the safety of Fenris' affection. They are in their home. They are with each other. In this world where great risks and danger seem far off, Xenk could think of no greater indulgence. Save, perhaps, if Astarion were to join them. ]
[It is the thought of Astarion that makes Fenris pull back from the kiss enough to speak. Not for fear of his other heart, but for joy of it. They should greet him before long, indulgence was something they could have anytime now that they lived in close company together.
There was no time limit to this, they could have it in spades and Fenris would be sure to kiss Xenk all the more often for it.]
Come, let us not get too carried away before greeting the master of the house. I am sure he's aware of us yet.
[And likely waiting on them. Might as well not make him wait too long because they got carried away in the indulgence of each other.]
There was no time limit to this, they could have it in spades and Fenris would be sure to kiss Xenk all the more often for it.]
Come, let us not get too carried away before greeting the master of the house. I am sure he's aware of us yet.
[And likely waiting on them. Might as well not make him wait too long because they got carried away in the indulgence of each other.]
[ They'd be poor guests if they didn't greet their host. And while they're moving here and won't truly be guests for much longer, they still owe Astarion their gratitude for the invitation. Xenk smiles at the mention of their mutual friend, the thought of being surrounded by his two dear friends enough to bring a soft, warm smile to his face.
Living in the same home, with their rooms adjacent to one another means they will have near endless time to be with each other, in every way. Xenk may not be one for urgency, but he sees little reason to delay. His hold on Fenris' waist loosens, his smile filling with mirth at Fenris' words. ]
Indeed. He would be most contrite if we failed to greet him properly. And I do believe we owe him our thanks.
[ As for what counts as a "proper" greeting, that's going to be up to Astarion. ]
Living in the same home, with their rooms adjacent to one another means they will have near endless time to be with each other, in every way. Xenk may not be one for urgency, but he sees little reason to delay. His hold on Fenris' waist loosens, his smile filling with mirth at Fenris' words. ]
Indeed. He would be most contrite if we failed to greet him properly. And I do believe we owe him our thanks.
[ As for what counts as a "proper" greeting, that's going to be up to Astarion. ]
["Proper" greetings indeed. He can imagine a number of ways this could go and a number of ways it will likely go, all of which he's deeply interested in. Either way, he would hate to leave Astarion out while they have fun. Perhaps the man will even join them.
With a wisp of lyrium, he steps from Xenk's hold and towards the open doorway.]
Then let us not make him wait any longer and go to pay our respects.
With a wisp of lyrium, he steps from Xenk's hold and towards the open doorway.]
Then let us not make him wait any longer and go to pay our respects.
[ Xenk blinks, this being his first time seeing Fenris' innate ability. Wow, he's really only seen Fenris being calm and sweet, huh? He'll have to challenge Fenris to a true spar to get to see his full strength.
Now there's an idea. Though one for another day, perhaps. They have more important matters to attend to right now. ]
The master of the house, is he? Let us not keep him waiting.
[ Xenk follows Fenris out of his room and to the room between both of theirs. Should he knock? He'll knock if someone doesn't just open the door. Was Astarion waiting, or was he perhaps preparing tea as he so often does, when he expects company? ]
Now there's an idea. Though one for another day, perhaps. They have more important matters to attend to right now. ]
The master of the house, is he? Let us not keep him waiting.
[ Xenk follows Fenris out of his room and to the room between both of theirs. Should he knock? He'll knock if someone doesn't just open the door. Was Astarion waiting, or was he perhaps preparing tea as he so often does, when he expects company? ]
[ Yeah, no, Astarion is just standing in his doorway with his arms crossed. What did his elf ears hear? His boys making out without him. Which, I mean, he's 100% for. But you see, the drama of standing here with his arms crossed! The opportunity to complain! ]
Yes, let's not keep Astarion waiting.
Yes, let's not keep Astarion waiting.
[Fenris was too wrapped up in Xenk to notice Astarion until he's turning towards the doorway and coming face to face with the elf in question. He could try to assure his vhenan that they were just about to come for him, that he wouldn't have to wait much longer, but then being dramatic was an attractive look on Astarion.
So instead he looks to Xenk.]
It would seem the master of the house grew tired of waiting for us to finish and came to greet us personally.
So instead he looks to Xenk.]
It would seem the master of the house grew tired of waiting for us to finish and came to greet us personally.
[ Xenk's eye twinkle with mirth at the sight of Astarion, so clearly put out yet not at all. Xenk knows Astarion well enough to tell he's joking, which makes it far easier to joke in response. ]
How fortunate for us, to be graced by his presence.
[ Xenk bows slightly, smiling. Master of the house, they said. Astarion would certainly have heard it. It's a title deserving respect! ]
It is an honor, as ever, Astarion.
How fortunate for us, to be graced by his presence.
[ Xenk bows slightly, smiling. Master of the house, they said. Astarion would certainly have heard it. It's a title deserving respect! ]
It is an honor, as ever, Astarion.
[ Astarion was totally prepared to keep the act going but then Xenk........makes a joke??? His expression softens and then turns curious, looking between the two of them as he tries to figure out whatever this dynamic is.
Still, he's clearly amused by it. ]
This is cute.
[ He holds out his hand so Xenk can kiss it, if they're going to be all dramatic and bowing and shit. He knows how to play this game. ]
Still, he's clearly amused by it. ]
This is cute.
[ He holds out his hand so Xenk can kiss it, if they're going to be all dramatic and bowing and shit. He knows how to play this game. ]
[He's pleased to see Xenk play along, it gives him a lot of joy to be in the same room as two people that hold his heart the way they do. He would gladly do anything for both of them and would not hesitate.]
Our humble apologies for making you wait.
[He can't stop the amused smile as he also gives a small bow and holds his hand out for Astarion's hand next, waiting his turn. ]
Our humble apologies for making you wait.
[He can't stop the amused smile as he also gives a small bow and holds his hand out for Astarion's hand next, waiting his turn. ]
[ You read his mind, Astarion. He takes the hand and kisses the back of Astarion's palm, gazing up at him through his eyelashes with a look that speaks of warmth and gratitude. They are both the people he cares for, inexorably. He has nothing to hide, and no reason to feel anything but comfort in their presence. ]
As the lord of the house, I can imagine the wait was quite taxing for you.
[ He releases the hand, letting Fenris have a turn. Plus, Xenk can joke! At least around his friends. He has an excellent sense of humor, if you ask him. ]
As the lord of the house, I can imagine the wait was quite taxing for you.
[ He releases the hand, letting Fenris have a turn. Plus, Xenk can joke! At least around his friends. He has an excellent sense of humor, if you ask him. ]
[Good think Fenris likes danger, even seeks it out. He was all for the danger this could bring.
He takes the hand next and gives it a lingering kiss, eyes closed before he looks up through his lashes, clearly interested in where this is going.]
I believe I speak for us both when I say we are at your beck and call to make it up to you.
He takes the hand next and gives it a lingering kiss, eyes closed before he looks up through his lashes, clearly interested in where this is going.]
I believe I speak for us both when I say we are at your beck and call to make it up to you.
[ Xenk shifts back on his heels, smiling as he watches both Fenris and Astarion both. This is the comfort he would never have known to long for. The warmth of familiarity that has his partly-undead heart skipping with excitement. ]
Indeed, we are at your service.
[ He says this knowing full-well what Astarion may have in mind. Well, he's not as creative as Astarion, but he's happy to treat him -- he means that. ]
How ever can we make it up to you, Astarion?
Indeed, we are at your service.
[ He says this knowing full-well what Astarion may have in mind. Well, he's not as creative as Astarion, but he's happy to treat him -- he means that. ]
How ever can we make it up to you, Astarion?
[ It makes Astarion's dead heart race too, theoretically. He was being given so much power like this. The power was almost as alluring as the men before him.
Almost. ]
Oh, I could think of a few things. Why don't you come in and get comfortable?
[ Without their clothes on, you know. He moves out of the doorway and into his room to help facilitate that. ]
Almost. ]
Oh, I could think of a few things. Why don't you come in and get comfortable?
[ Without their clothes on, you know. He moves out of the doorway and into his room to help facilitate that. ]
[Standing straight, he can think of a few things that could be and would be lying to say he's not interested. No, he's very interested in whatever game was at play here with the two people he cares about most. They both make his fully alive heart beat rapidly in anticipation.
Never has he done this before with two people, but he will gladly share it with them both. He cannot think of who else he would want more than them.]
It would be my pleasure. [He follows Astarion into his room with a glance in Xenk's direction, sending the man a warm look.]
Never has he done this before with two people, but he will gladly share it with them both. He cannot think of who else he would want more than them.]
It would be my pleasure. [He follows Astarion into his room with a glance in Xenk's direction, sending the man a warm look.]
[ It would be Xenk's first time as well, though he's confident in his skills and even moreso at taking orders. Xenk follows dutifully, nodding at Fenris with a warmth that can't be denied.
He feels a great devotion towards the two of them, in differing ways. To see both of them together now is more than he could have dreamed, and the promise of both of them—and the promise of treating Astarion to his whims is enticing indeed.
Xenk doesn't need to be told twice. He's learned by now what "getting comfortable" means. He starts to strip out of his jacket and shirt as he makes it through the threshold. In so large a house, there is only the three of them. What has he to worry or hesitate about? ]
He feels a great devotion towards the two of them, in differing ways. To see both of them together now is more than he could have dreamed, and the promise of both of them—and the promise of treating Astarion to his whims is enticing indeed.
Xenk doesn't need to be told twice. He's learned by now what "getting comfortable" means. He starts to strip out of his jacket and shirt as he makes it through the threshold. In so large a house, there is only the three of them. What has he to worry or hesitate about? ]
[ A smile creeps onto his face as he watches Xenk get undressed. There were certainly benefits to the man's bluntness, his readiness to spring into action. And he'd found both of them so terribly attractive since he'd met them. He doesn't mind in the slightest that he gets to watch Xenk start to strip for him.
It's only a moment, though, before he starts to divest himself of clothing in kind. Each movement an unwrapping, meant to entice, although he's gotten naked for so many people in his life it no longer feels to him like it's anything special. ]
Is this what it's going to be like, having the both of you living here? That I could say the word, and you'd strip for me? A man could get used to that.
It's only a moment, though, before he starts to divest himself of clothing in kind. Each movement an unwrapping, meant to entice, although he's gotten naked for so many people in his life it no longer feels to him like it's anything special. ]
Is this what it's going to be like, having the both of you living here? That I could say the word, and you'd strip for me? A man could get used to that.
[ Kisses like this would have been hard, once. But with Fenris they almost feel easy. He opens his mouth for Fenris and receives him--receives that desperation and that love. Those emotions are still difficult. Like he is too clumsy to hold them. But where they normally feel fragile, something that might break in his unaccustomed hands, with Fenris they feel like they are forged in steel. He could drop them and they would not break.
He slides his hands from Fenris's hips into a real hug, holding him close. There's a desperation here, too, but not in the way that he'd hugged him when he'd come back, demanding and childish; needy and scared. Now, though, it is desperation borne of desire. He knows what he wants, and it's here, in his hands, at least for as long as he can hold onto him. ]
He slides his hands from Fenris's hips into a real hug, holding him close. There's a desperation here, too, but not in the way that he'd hugged him when he'd come back, demanding and childish; needy and scared. Now, though, it is desperation borne of desire. He knows what he wants, and it's here, in his hands, at least for as long as he can hold onto him. ]
[To be honest, Fenris didn't get it at first but seeing Xenk start to strip it quickly clicks in place and he starts to take off his own clothing. He was dressed in a flowy shirt and tight pants, so it was easy to get undressed unlike if he was in his armour.
But his eyes track Xenk's movements before the enticing display of Astarion's movements catches his attention and he watches with rapt attention. The man was so naturally sultry.. he often wonders about it but will not ask. Fenris is utilitarian about his stripping, nothing sexy about it, but soon he is naked and didn't have to even worry about taking off shoes or socks since he doesn't wear them!He steps forward, running a hand down Astarion's arm before helping him divest the rest of his clothing.]
But his eyes track Xenk's movements before the enticing display of Astarion's movements catches his attention and he watches with rapt attention. The man was so naturally sultry.. he often wonders about it but will not ask. Fenris is utilitarian about his stripping, nothing sexy about it, but soon he is naked and didn't have to even worry about taking off shoes or socks since he doesn't wear them!He steps forward, running a hand down Astarion's arm before helping him divest the rest of his clothing.]
[WIth Astarion, this love doesn't feel like a collar but the wings borne of freedom, he doesn't feel tied down and trading masters but as if they are free together, two birds exploring the skies in a dance. It was something breathtaking as he deepens their kiss, taking and giving in equal turn. To taste and touch. He isn't scared to love Astarion, he doesn't feel the need to run knowing it's returned.
And then he's being held with such desperate want and his own arms circle the elf, hugging him close, holding him with such need. Because he does, he needs Astarion, for the first time he needs someone and it should be terrifying. It should be, yet it was not. His grip is firm as he holds and kisses the man with all the need and love he can muster.]
And then he's being held with such desperate want and his own arms circle the elf, hugging him close, holding him with such need. Because he does, he needs Astarion, for the first time he needs someone and it should be terrifying. It should be, yet it was not. His grip is firm as he holds and kisses the man with all the need and love he can muster.]
[ It's certainly a display in their differences, how each of them strips with their own baggage, or lack of it. Xenk's eyes are drawn toward both of them, dancing between Astarion's practiced movements and Fenris' utilitarian movements. He cares for both these men, and holds each of them in his heart to different degrees. Yet they are both so beautiful, it boggles his mind a bit. Xenk cannot help but sing a silent prayer of thanks to whichever god allowed him to encounter and grow close to them both. (For once, his mind does not think of Tyr. Was it justice, to find such warm company? Was this what he deserved, for his service? It seems folly to even consider.)
But Xenk wastes no time and finishes undressing, tossing slacks and boots and socks aside to be dealt with later. For all his calm control, it's things like that that show how much he wants this. He strides up to Astarion's other side and helps with these as well, gaze ever-focused with intent. He shares that look with Fenris, even as his eyes take him in. ]
You need but ask, and you shall receive.
But Xenk wastes no time and finishes undressing, tossing slacks and boots and socks aside to be dealt with later. For all his calm control, it's things like that that show how much he wants this. He strides up to Astarion's other side and helps with these as well, gaze ever-focused with intent. He shares that look with Fenris, even as his eyes take him in. ]
You need but ask, and you shall receive.
Ah--
[ He's surprised to find them both at his sides, helping him undress. He holds his hands up in surrender, abandoning his attempt to allow them to take over, more than happy to enjoy the touch of their hands as they help him out of his (several layers of) clothing. ]
Well, don't let me get in your way. The view is quite lovely.
[ He's surprised to find them both at his sides, helping him undress. He holds his hands up in surrender, abandoning his attempt to allow them to take over, more than happy to enjoy the touch of their hands as they help him out of his (several layers of) clothing. ]
Well, don't let me get in your way. The view is quite lovely.
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