[ traejan really could have lived without eridanus mentioning his father as he has been actively trying not to think of their shared name since it occurred to him the first time that he was having... thoughts.
fortunately there's other things to concern himself with so he can let that one slide. he has his own newfound freedom to consider, especially since it wasn't all that long ago that he'd been very directly encouraged to embrace it. he'd always had to be somewhat mindful of his actions before, even if it never seemed to be the case from the position of anyone less undead. if he ever went too far, too openly he could ruin everything. he had his family and his reputation to consider. he at least needed the people he worked with to respect him at the end of the day.
he's... not sure what he's doing right now. things he might regret in the morning. the place where he knows what he wants but he's not prepared to admit to himself what he wants. traejan hadn't just been running his mouth just to hear himself talk — he very deliberately wanted eridanus to retaliate in one way or another. he just hadn't realised what he was getting into on top of being in the middle of the longest dry spell he's ever experienced in his entire life. it's.. a lot.
the look in his eye and the way his stupid ears keep wanting to twitch forward are maybe subtle indications but once eridanus grabs him he realises how much he hates having to do things like breathe and have a pulse because it's far less likely that eridanus would fail to notice how there was a moment where his breath caught in his throat and his traitor pulse sped up. it takes him a moment or two to register the value of the cards he's being shown but once he does he laughs. he can't help it. ]
Move and I will..
[ he keeps looking up at eridanus even while he's already unbuttoning one-handed. doesn't matter that he's just been called prey because he can deal with that. ]
[Eridanus doesn't make any motions to move, not quite yet, at least. He's staring down at Traejan like he's finally cornered him; but it's... almost surprising how obedient Traejan has become. Eridanus had been expecting to be punched, or even bitten. Instead, Traejan is already unbuttoning his pants.
The excitement that prickles Eridanus' skin is enough to silence him as he cautiously removes his hand from over Traejan's mouth. He's yet to move that foot though, which is still sitting comfortably between Traejan's legs.]
It seems you can keep me on my toes, Traejan. I'm surprised that you're doing as I tell you. [Eridanus neglects to point out the obvious that, realistically, Traejan only had one piece of clothing he could remove at that moment (unless he's wearing socks? Is he wearing socks??). After what feels like an exceptionally long, tense stare-down, Eridanus pulls his leg from between Traejan's legs and instead sits on the coffee table to face him.
He leans back on his hands as he grins impishly at Traejan.] Why don't you put on a show, too?
[ he says this simply enough, offering only that as his explanation. it's not untrue. mostly he just feels foolish, especially to have eridanus make a comment. it was a momentary lapse, that's all. he's among the living now, so of course his own body would be prone to the same failings. this is the excuse he's going with because, as always, he lives in denial. it wasn't just because he happened to enjoy that or anything. ]
Consider it a freebie. But that request is not happening. I am not drunk enough and you are not Vittani..
[ but no sense lamenting that fact right now when he'll be doing it plenty later. he stands up instead, watching eridanus now that they've essentially traded places while he reaches behind him to undo the tied strips of fabric because that's a thing he has to do now with a tail. traejan's just grateful he's wearing something under his pants today — that's because he'd gone out, of course — because as shameless as he's capable of being at any time he also feels mildly self-conscious about the way he's changing. the same scaly skin that finally finished growing in on his tail seems to be spreading further, visible on his hips and down both legs with the newest area just below the knee.
once he's stepped out and kicked his pants aside he puts his hands on his hips and stays right where he is. he might not be completely naked ( yet? ) but as it is now it's not like much is left to the imagination. ]
[If Traejan had been feeling any shame or embarrassment, it was lost on Eridanus in that moment. He knew Traejan to be a prideful beast, he had certainly made that known since their first meeting of one another, and it had continued in the years since. Yet, there had always been a coyness to their interactions, lending a push and pull to their relationship.
Neither of them would ever have dared to think of crossing that invisible line that separated them. That was, until now. Eridanus watched quietly as Traejan removed his trousers, before he kicked them aside without regard.
Eridanus was used to seeing Traejan in all manner of undress in the time they had spent living together, but this was different. Never had he been bared so plainly for the archmage to see. His muscled form glittered with the formation of cycloid scales along his lithe hips, beckoning any viewer to venture to where they disappeared just below the elastic of his underwear.]
So you've begun to form scales? [He asks quietly as his heated gaze glues firmly to the black patches. Without warning, he raised a hand and traced his fingers over the curve of Traejan's hip, surprised to find that the smooth scales were warm to the touch.
He would have touched back on the Vittani comment, but it was hard to remember whatever sly remark came to mind when he was intoxicated and there was... well. It had also been awhile for Eridanus. It wasn't as if Rosefica was around, and even when she was, they didn't have their usual tools.
Eridanus' fingers stop once they touch the edge of the band of Traejan's underwear, and he finally manages to pull his gaze away from the outlined girth that has been eye level with him for the past few minutes. The hunger that encompasses the look in his eye is palpable, as he's no longer trying to hide what he's wanting.]
Must you lose another round to remove these, too? [He asked, as his fingers curled into them in anticipation.]
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fortunately there's other things to concern himself with so he can let that one slide. he has his own newfound freedom to consider, especially since it wasn't all that long ago that he'd been very directly encouraged to embrace it. he'd always had to be somewhat mindful of his actions before, even if it never seemed to be the case from the position of anyone less undead. if he ever went too far, too openly he could ruin everything. he had his family and his reputation to consider. he at least needed the people he worked with to respect him at the end of the day.
he's... not sure what he's doing right now. things he might regret in the morning. the place where he knows what he wants but he's not prepared to admit to himself what he wants. traejan hadn't just been running his mouth just to hear himself talk — he very deliberately wanted eridanus to retaliate in one way or another. he just hadn't realised what he was getting into on top of being in the middle of the longest dry spell he's ever experienced in his entire life. it's.. a lot.
the look in his eye and the way his stupid ears keep wanting to twitch forward are maybe subtle indications but once eridanus grabs him he realises how much he hates having to do things like breathe and have a pulse because it's far less likely that eridanus would fail to notice how there was a moment where his breath caught in his throat and his traitor pulse sped up. it takes him a moment or two to register the value of the cards he's being shown but once he does he laughs. he can't help it. ]
Move and I will..
[ he keeps looking up at eridanus even while he's already unbuttoning one-handed. doesn't matter that he's just been called prey because he can deal with that. ]
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The excitement that prickles Eridanus' skin is enough to silence him as he cautiously removes his hand from over Traejan's mouth. He's yet to move that foot though, which is still sitting comfortably between Traejan's legs.]
It seems you can keep me on my toes, Traejan. I'm surprised that you're doing as I tell you. [Eridanus neglects to point out the obvious that, realistically, Traejan only had one piece of clothing he could remove at that moment (unless he's wearing socks? Is he wearing socks??). After what feels like an exceptionally long, tense stare-down, Eridanus pulls his leg from between Traejan's legs and instead sits on the coffee table to face him.
He leans back on his hands as he grins impishly at Traejan.] Why don't you put on a show, too?
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[ he says this simply enough, offering only that as his explanation. it's not untrue. mostly he just feels foolish, especially to have eridanus make a comment. it was a momentary lapse, that's all. he's among the living now, so of course his own body would be prone to the same failings. this is the excuse he's going with because, as always, he lives in denial. it wasn't just because he happened to enjoy that or anything. ]
Consider it a freebie. But that request is not happening. I am not drunk enough and you are not Vittani..
[ but no sense lamenting that fact right now when he'll be doing it plenty later. he stands up instead, watching eridanus now that they've essentially traded places while he reaches behind him to undo the tied strips of fabric because that's a thing he has to do now with a tail. traejan's just grateful he's wearing something under his pants today — that's because he'd gone out, of course — because as shameless as he's capable of being at any time he also feels mildly self-conscious about the way he's changing. the same scaly skin that finally finished growing in on his tail seems to be spreading further, visible on his hips and down both legs with the newest area just below the knee.
once he's stepped out and kicked his pants aside he puts his hands on his hips and stays right where he is. he might not be completely naked ( yet? ) but as it is now it's not like much is left to the imagination. ]
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Neither of them would ever have dared to think of crossing that invisible line that separated them. That was, until now. Eridanus watched quietly as Traejan removed his trousers, before he kicked them aside without regard.
Eridanus was used to seeing Traejan in all manner of undress in the time they had spent living together, but this was different. Never had he been bared so plainly for the archmage to see. His muscled form glittered with the formation of cycloid scales along his lithe hips, beckoning any viewer to venture to where they disappeared just below the elastic of his underwear.]
So you've begun to form scales? [He asks quietly as his heated gaze glues firmly to the black patches. Without warning, he raised a hand and traced his fingers over the curve of Traejan's hip, surprised to find that the smooth scales were warm to the touch.
He would have touched back on the Vittani comment, but it was hard to remember whatever sly remark came to mind when he was intoxicated and there was... well. It had also been awhile for Eridanus. It wasn't as if Rosefica was around, and even when she was, they didn't have their usual tools.
Eridanus' fingers stop once they touch the edge of the band of Traejan's underwear, and he finally manages to pull his gaze away from the outlined girth that has been eye level with him for the past few minutes. The hunger that encompasses the look in his eye is palpable, as he's no longer trying to hide what he's wanting.]
Must you lose another round to remove these, too? [He asked, as his fingers curled into them in anticipation.]