[ He didn't pick the memory! He does look apologetic, though. But ah, that. ]
We've had a pretty close on and off partnership. We couldn't stand each other when we first met.
[ There does seem to be some fondness coming off of that, some attachment on his own end. But it feels different to what he's shown Sholmes. It's strong, but... different. There's obvious trust and warmth.
[ There's a bit of a wry look at that. And then he shifts closer, tossing the shard aside so it won't trigger anything else again and presses his forehead against Sholmes'. ]
Maybe... Barnaby is important to me, but ...
[ He shakes his head a little. There's some complicated feelings in there. Nothing exactly negative, but conflicted. ]
We've both walked away from it before for different reasons.
It's kind of a complicated story, but there were some upsets with the hero business and my partner found out who killed his parents, he needed time off.
[ Yeah, there's that murder plot he mentioned before. ]
I took that time to go work off the mainstage. We hadn't spoken in about a year before he showed back up. We fell into working together again until he was invited back to the mainstage. They used me to get him to sign up, but I... went along with it.
I thought it was better for him to take on a new partnership versus being stuck with a declining hero. He ended up hitting it off pretty well with the new guy. But in the end, the guy ended up leaving to fly solo and we started working together again.
That's...well. That is certainly very complicated. All this sponsorship and all does make for some...twists and turns in this superhero "business", doesn't it.
[A nod.]
The life of a superhero sounds like quite the burden, outside of helping the populace.
When you're fighting for points and viewership for the sponsors... Yeah, it can get a messy. I figured when Ryan came along, it was a good excuse for me to stay out of it. Barnaby cared a lot about the points and he was good at getting the views.
An aging tiger like me needed to consider what was best for him and I could spend more time with my daughter.
[ There's a bit of remorse in the thread? This was one of his minor "heroic sacrifices" that he made. Putting someone else before himself and stepping back. He's learned from this, which is why he didn't want to just walk away from Sholmes like he could have easily done before.
The confidence he has flickers some. Confidence in his choice? In what he was doing? In his heroism? Sure, it worked out in the end, but that still happened. It was a sore spot. It's nothing severe, but there's still a taste of that feeling. ]
[Again, it feels like...is this too much? Can he really just have this? Another partnership? But this one is different. He's not replacing Mikotoba, and...]
[The man left to go back to Japan. Again. Their lives have been separated for years. And Kotetsu is here, truly here. Unwilling to leave. Choosing worlds out of sentimentality. Sharing these secrets with him, and him alone.]
...You do, don't you. Of course, you should be lucky to have me. I'm a world famous great detective, after all.
[But the words are said quietly with simmering warmth, as he pulls his hand down to touch the other's cheek in turn.]
[ Their words echo similar to what they said the week before, but it's different. Not as flamboyant and over the top. Important laundry has been aired. They've come to an understanding. It's softer. Their words feel more intimate.
He leans in again to kiss him, a gentle warmth coming off him in soft waves to blanket Sholmes in all his affections.
Maybe he was a fool to hang onto all that, but that makes them both fools falling into this feeling. ]
[He really should be out here solving the mysteries of whatever is going on here. Time waits for no detective. But here, now, he wants to be lazy. Wants to melt in this moment, like time doesn't matter.]
[He kisses him back, sweetly, the feedback of physical sensation and emotional warmth enjoyed. His hand slides to keep Kotetsu in place.]
[Probably, Irene is still going, nuzzling Finley as she flops against her.]
[ He also knows he has his duties to take care of, but he's been working so hard for everyone here. He deserves this break, right? They both do.
There's a soft sigh against his lips, nuzzling him gently. There's nothing but kindness, acceptance and warmth found here. With that hand to keep him close, he encourages it by shifting a little closer to press against Sholmes.
Finley is also preening on Irene, enjoying this very much. ]
[This is considerably easier to let happen, given that something like this happened last week. But this time, it isn't the push and pull of feelings forced onto him. There are waves here, like an ebbing tide, but they're simply their shared emotions, reacting to one another. Kotetsu is so deeply kind, he thinks. It almost doesn't seem possible. He's seen how ugly people can be, in their crimes, in the way they hurt others.]
[But he knows, without a doubt, with every ounce of his belief, that Kotetsu will never hurt him.]
[His hand lingers, before drifting down to rest on the other's waist. Whatever Kotetsu wants to do, he'll move along with it. The ebb and the flow. What a nice tide it is.]
[ That pure acceptance from Sholmes seems to make a warmth start to pool in the pit of his stomach, the waves becoming a bit more strong. Still not forceful.
Perhaps with his stomach still injured, he shouldn't be pushing for too much more, but he finds he's having a hard time holding anything back with this acceptance. With these touches. He breaks the kiss for only a moment to whisper out the other's name, heavier, before he returns to the kiss.
Last week felt more fanciful. (Daemon touching aside.) Now... There's a desire that's starting to creep in slowly. ]
[Now this is a new turn. Sholmes lets out a shuddering sigh at the way the man says his name, before its renewed. His fingers curl slightly on the man's waist, gripping him a little harder.]
[He feels like his cheeks are burning a little as he returns the other's motions - its almost like sinking into a dream, though he's very much awake. It's a lot, all at once, both exciting and comfortable all at once.]
[ That excitement only seems to encourage him in what he wants. Sholmes, he wants Sholmes... How much they do? He doesn't know that now. Whatever feels right. Comfortable.
What he does know is that the feelings in him are getting stronger, resonating. His hands slide between them, starting to unbutton Sholmes' jacket. The action itself isn't rushed, but there's an impatience in his feelings as he tries to take each step slow while they figure this out. ]
[Kotetsu pulls back. This really is a repeat of last week. The talk, the kissing, and now this. But now, their emotions are laid out as clear as crystal. There's no illusion here, no ambiguity.]
[He'll move his hands down to brush against the other's hands, before helping to unbutton, - eventually, he shrugs his jacket off, leaving him in his collared shirt, necktie, and vest.]
[In the meantime, he reaches to curl his fingers in the other's hair, gently, looking at him with fondness that almost seems drunk - like he's had so much he doesn't know how to process it.]
[ That action feels so welcoming and he starts to feel a dull ache of want. This isn't what he expected or where he'd planned it to go, but their emotions tangling and compounding leave him feeling restless to have more.
This time, though, he doesn't stop to ask what Sholmes wants. They don't have to go through that song and dance and have him pull away. Promises are already planted, feelings have been resolved. Understanding is what paves their path forward.
His eagerness pushes him forward and he begins to undo his vest now. His eyes are fixed on Sholmes, the rest of the world meaning nothing here in this moment. ]
[He doesn't know where this is going - well, he has an idea of where this is going, but it doesn't guarantee anything. It's the ebb, and the flow. The dance, unspoken.]
[A dance of a kind, at least. He's used to dances of deduction more than anything, really. He helps the man with a few buttons to get the vest off, before his hands return to the other's head, one hand trailing down to cup his cheek, softly. The other hand shifts to his shoulder, rubbing over it languidly. He's a well-built man. He doesn't need a touch to tell him that.]
[ He can't help the bit of a smile at the help, at the touches, at being let in like this. It's been a long time he's felt this content and happy with another. But he doesn't let those thoughts invade. The only one on his mind is the one before him.
For the moment, he doesn't push Sholmes' vest off, instead working toward the next sets of buttons. He gives a breathy little laugh. He can't help but be amused by the layers he's peeling away bit by bit.
Once Sholmes' shirt is open enough, he slides one hand under the fabric, fingers tracing along the skin of his stomach, watching Sholmes for his reaction. ]
[So many layers. So many actual layers. And Kotetsu seems to be getting through all of them like its nothing. Like he's always known Sholmes underneath the surface of it all.]
[And that makes sense. Of course it does. They touched each other's daemons, each other's souls, and were accepted. And now, the man reaches forward to touch him, just him - his hand is so warm. Sholmes swallows, but there's no pulling away. Unlike the time after he came back from that strange trip, he isn't freezing in place.]
[He just lets out a low exhale, hand gently splayed over the man's chest in return, though its clear who among the two actually has skin contact. Warmth, with an edge of nervousness resounds - he can't actually remember when he has ever been touched like this.]
[ While his hand slides around to Sholme's back, keeping in contact with his skin, he leans his head in to catch him in another kiss. This time, it's more heated than the last. Lips parting just so.
His fingers trace up Sholmes' spine, pushing the shirt further up his body. His fingers are strong, but touch the other in such a gentle manner. It's more than obvious he treats him as if he were at treasure.
He also feels that nervousness, perhaps feeling some of his own as he's clued into it. But even behind that, he feeds back comfort. ]
[He's not a man who is well acquainted with the form of desire in play - the contact of another has never been something he pursued thoroughly. With...an exception, of course, the only exception to most things he ever had. Mikotoba. The man's touch on his shoulder, the clasping of hands - little things, amplified, because what mattered more to Sholmes wasn't even the contact but the connection between him and the other man.]
[And here, he feels that way. The connection here is what matters. The way Kotetsu treats him matters. He murmurs into the kiss, even not sure what he's saying. The other's hands are powerful, just like one would expect from a hero, but these fingers that were able to throw away giant logs like they were nothing are so soft, here.]
[Sholmes's own hand explores - now tracing down to his abdomen, pressing in to feet the ridges of muscle. Its as if he wants to memorize it for good.]
[ He's rusty with all of this. And certainly not with a man. So while he has familiarity in intimacy, this also feels so fresh and new experiencing this with Sholmes.
The fingers on Sholmes' back begin to trace down once again before shifting to rest on his side. The kiss lingers for a bit more before leaving just a small gap between them, breathing heavier now.
His emotions waver a little, not in the fact that he wants this, nor the deep desire and warmth. He's not sure what he wants. More? Perhaps. He wants to feel more of Sholmes, but he also wants to feel Sholmes touching him, as well.
There's a quick kiss as he pulls back enough to unbutton his own vest, looking at Sholmes, his emotions feeling welcoming. ]
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We've had a pretty close on and off partnership. We couldn't stand each other when we first met.
[ There does seem to be some fondness coming off of that, some attachment on his own end. But it feels different to what he's shown Sholmes. It's strong, but... different. There's obvious trust and warmth.
Sorry, Sholmes. ]
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[Well, now.]
[He expected the wife. But to know that Kotetsu has someone else in his life outside of that...]
[There's maybe a vague feeling of envy, but honestly, he's just sort of taking this in. He's silent for a moment, before he smiles.]
I suppose I'm not the only one to reap the rewards of partnership.
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Maybe... Barnaby is important to me, but ...
[ He shakes his head a little. There's some complicated feelings in there. Nothing exactly negative, but conflicted. ]
We've both walked away from it before for different reasons.
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[Curiosity comes forward again as he stares at Kotetsu. So...even more similar to his own situation, then.]
What happened?
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[ Yeah, there's that murder plot he mentioned before. ]
I took that time to go work off the mainstage. We hadn't spoken in about a year before he showed back up. We fell into working together again until he was invited back to the mainstage. They used me to get him to sign up, but I... went along with it.
I thought it was better for him to take on a new partnership versus being stuck with a declining hero. He ended up hitting it off pretty well with the new guy. But in the end, the guy ended up leaving to fly solo and we started working together again.
[ This drama? ]
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[wow]
[the gay drama of it all]
That's...well. That is certainly very complicated. All this sponsorship and all does make for some...twists and turns in this superhero "business", doesn't it.
[A nod.]
The life of a superhero sounds like quite the burden, outside of helping the populace.
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An aging tiger like me needed to consider what was best for him and I could spend more time with my daughter.
[ There's a bit of remorse in the thread? This was one of his minor "heroic sacrifices" that he made. Putting someone else before himself and stepping back. He's learned from this, which is why he didn't want to just walk away from Sholmes like he could have easily done before.
The confidence he has flickers some. Confidence in his choice? In what he was doing? In his heroism? Sure, it worked out in the end, but that still happened. It was a sore spot. It's nothing severe, but there's still a taste of that feeling. ]
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[It's obviously said to tease - this is no Bertolt situation.]
And come now, what happened, happened. [He reaches up to pat through Kotetsu's hair, reassuring.] This no place here for regrets, alright?
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You're right.
[ And he reaches to brush the back of his hand over Sholmes's cheek. ]
Besides, I've got a really great partnership right now that I'm happy about.
[ And that warmth and positivity slips into his bond. ]
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[Again, it feels like...is this too much? Can he really just have this? Another partnership? But this one is different. He's not replacing Mikotoba, and...]
[The man left to go back to Japan. Again. Their lives have been separated for years. And Kotetsu is here, truly here. Unwilling to leave. Choosing worlds out of sentimentality. Sharing these secrets with him, and him alone.]
...You do, don't you. Of course, you should be lucky to have me. I'm a world famous great detective, after all.
[But the words are said quietly with simmering warmth, as he pulls his hand down to touch the other's cheek in turn.]
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[ Their words echo similar to what they said the week before, but it's different. Not as flamboyant and over the top. Important laundry has been aired. They've come to an understanding. It's softer. Their words feel more intimate.
He leans in again to kiss him, a gentle warmth coming off him in soft waves to blanket Sholmes in all his affections.
Maybe he was a fool to hang onto all that, but that makes them both fools falling into this feeling. ]
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[He kisses him back, sweetly, the feedback of physical sensation and emotional warmth enjoyed. His hand slides to keep Kotetsu in place.]
[Probably, Irene is still going, nuzzling Finley as she flops against her.]
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There's a soft sigh against his lips, nuzzling him gently. There's nothing but kindness, acceptance and warmth found here. With that hand to keep him close, he encourages it by shifting a little closer to press against Sholmes.
Finley is also preening on Irene, enjoying this very much. ]
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[But he knows, without a doubt, with every ounce of his belief, that Kotetsu will never hurt him.]
[His hand lingers, before drifting down to rest on the other's waist. Whatever Kotetsu wants to do, he'll move along with it. The ebb and the flow. What a nice tide it is.]
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Perhaps with his stomach still injured, he shouldn't be pushing for too much more, but he finds he's having a hard time holding anything back with this acceptance. With these touches. He breaks the kiss for only a moment to whisper out the other's name, heavier, before he returns to the kiss.
Last week felt more fanciful. (Daemon touching aside.) Now... There's a desire that's starting to creep in slowly. ]
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[Now this is a new turn. Sholmes lets out a shuddering sigh at the way the man says his name, before its renewed. His fingers curl slightly on the man's waist, gripping him a little harder.]
[He feels like his cheeks are burning a little as he returns the other's motions - its almost like sinking into a dream, though he's very much awake. It's a lot, all at once, both exciting and comfortable all at once.]
[He doesn't mind it. Not at all.]
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What he does know is that the feelings in him are getting stronger, resonating. His hands slide between them, starting to unbutton Sholmes' jacket. The action itself isn't rushed, but there's an impatience in his feelings as he tries to take each step slow while they figure this out. ]
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[Kotetsu pulls back. This really is a repeat of last week. The talk, the kissing, and now this. But now, their emotions are laid out as clear as crystal. There's no illusion here, no ambiguity.]
[He'll move his hands down to brush against the other's hands, before helping to unbutton, - eventually, he shrugs his jacket off, leaving him in his collared shirt, necktie, and vest.]
[In the meantime, he reaches to curl his fingers in the other's hair, gently, looking at him with fondness that almost seems drunk - like he's had so much he doesn't know how to process it.]
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This time, though, he doesn't stop to ask what Sholmes wants. They don't have to go through that song and dance and have him pull away. Promises are already planted, feelings have been resolved. Understanding is what paves their path forward.
His eagerness pushes him forward and he begins to undo his vest now. His eyes are fixed on Sholmes, the rest of the world meaning nothing here in this moment. ]
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[He doesn't know where this is going - well, he has an idea of where this is going, but it doesn't guarantee anything. It's the ebb, and the flow. The dance, unspoken.]
[A dance of a kind, at least. He's used to dances of deduction more than anything, really. He helps the man with a few buttons to get the vest off, before his hands return to the other's head, one hand trailing down to cup his cheek, softly. The other hand shifts to his shoulder, rubbing over it languidly. He's a well-built man. He doesn't need a touch to tell him that.]
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For the moment, he doesn't push Sholmes' vest off, instead working toward the next sets of buttons. He gives a breathy little laugh. He can't help but be amused by the layers he's peeling away bit by bit.
Once Sholmes' shirt is open enough, he slides one hand under the fabric, fingers tracing along the skin of his stomach, watching Sholmes for his reaction. ]
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[And that makes sense. Of course it does. They touched each other's daemons, each other's souls, and were accepted. And now, the man reaches forward to touch him, just him - his hand is so warm. Sholmes swallows, but there's no pulling away. Unlike the time after he came back from that strange trip, he isn't freezing in place.]
[He just lets out a low exhale, hand gently splayed over the man's chest in return, though its clear who among the two actually has skin contact. Warmth, with an edge of nervousness resounds - he can't actually remember when he has ever been touched like this.]
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His fingers trace up Sholmes' spine, pushing the shirt further up his body. His fingers are strong, but touch the other in such a gentle manner. It's more than obvious he treats him as if he were at treasure.
He also feels that nervousness, perhaps feeling some of his own as he's clued into it. But even behind that, he feeds back comfort. ]
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[And here, he feels that way. The connection here is what matters. The way Kotetsu treats him matters. He murmurs into the kiss, even not sure what he's saying. The other's hands are powerful, just like one would expect from a hero, but these fingers that were able to throw away giant logs like they were nothing are so soft, here.]
[Sholmes's own hand explores - now tracing down to his abdomen, pressing in to feet the ridges of muscle. Its as if he wants to memorize it for good.]
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The fingers on Sholmes' back begin to trace down once again before shifting to rest on his side. The kiss lingers for a bit more before leaving just a small gap between them, breathing heavier now.
His emotions waver a little, not in the fact that he wants this, nor the deep desire and warmth. He's not sure what he wants. More? Perhaps. He wants to feel more of Sholmes, but he also wants to feel Sholmes touching him, as well.
There's a quick kiss as he pulls back enough to unbutton his own vest, looking at Sholmes, his emotions feeling welcoming. ]
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me looking at the mods tiredly like if you haven't realized this was nsfw yet pls get out now
please go away, begging here
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