[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. ]
[It may be Kotetsu moving to unbutton his vest, but Sholmes will not lay back and wait - his fingers move to help pluck away the rest, as expertly as he plucks away on strings on a violin.]
[He doesn't hesitate after the deed is done, shifting down to pull the man's shirt up, slightly, and use a hand to make contact with the bare skin, there. It's as warm as the rest of him, he thinks.]
...Do you like it?
[He murmurs, fingers tracing a circle over his abdomen under the fabric.]
[ There's a shiver that comes at the contact and a soft thrill that slips over the bond. He doesn't even need to say it for Sholmes to know. ]
Yeah... I do... You?
[ It's probably good that he got the second healing session, as he's not needing his bandages. He's still tender, sore and most certainly injured, but at least he doesn't need the constant tending to the wounds.
He reaches out to press his hand to Sholmes' cheek, cradling his face with one hand for the moment. ]
[He is careful not to press too hard, knowing of the wounds - it really is wonderful, the fact that he could get magically healed like this. It would be hard to believe he got gored by a trident.]
[He uses his other hand to pull more of the shirt up. Sholmes leans his head up to kiss the other's cheek, then his jawline. Like signatures, placed one by one.]
With the affirmation, there is a small swell of emotion. He lets out a soft, content sigh with the kisses being placed on him.
He slips his hand away from Sholmes' cheek to give him more room for his actions. But his hand doesn't stop there, he moves it back down Sholmes' body to touch his skin again, just under the shirt.
As his fingers slide over his abdomen, he comes across a scar. One he probably saw in passing during their first trial. There is a little curiosity that comes with that, but he's more focused on the sensations of what Sholmes is doing, what he's doing, and the feelings playing between them. ]
[The touch to his abdomen tickles this time - he lets out a huff of a laugh as he presses his lips against the side of the other's neck.]
Mmm. There's a story with that scar.
[He murmurs - smiling, he slides his hand up and around, fingers feeling over the other's lower back. He slides it up and down over the ridges of his spine, some small delight at the taut muscles he finds under his touch.]
[ His head tilts some, have as much room for your enjoyment, Sholmes. He'll accommodate. ]
Hm...? If you want to talk about it, you can. I'll always listen.
[ It is good to start learning even more about each other, anyway. Beyond the memory sharing, beyond what they've learned in patches here about one another.
Idly, he traces along the scar, mapping it out before letting his hand slide to Sholmes' side, rubbing there softly for the moment. ]
[ Sir, I understand that feeling, but should you really laugh about it?
If these were normal circumstances, he would draw back to look at Sholmes with concern, but doesn't because he's full aware that there's Concern flowing out from his end of the link.
His hand lightly grips Sholmes' side, holding him. ]
Well, eventually they put enough in me that I slept and they could perform the thing, but it was quite difficult. The surgery lasted for hours because I just kept waking up. I told them that I had drunk too much coffee the night before.
[He senses that concern - his mouth twists into a slight frown as he sends back waves of reassurance.]
...It's alright. All went well. Turns out it wasn't even a bullet wound. And as you can see, I'm well healed from that whole ordeal. No need to worry.
[ He does wonder about that, but he'll take his word for it. (Coffee, my ass.) But he does calm down some from the reassurance. BUT IT'S STILL GENERALLY CONCERNING. Though... ]
What kind of wound was it?
[ How can a person think they're shot and then it's not a bullet wound at all? ]
[Just going to kiss him on his cheek. Please do not worry. Nooooo worry.]
Ah, usually, at my side, I carry vials of all sorts of chemical reagents to use in my investigations. I was shot at, and the bullet crashed through them, causing a chemical reaction that injured me. The bullet itself was stopped by the container, at the very least!
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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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[He doesn't hesitate after the deed is done, shifting down to pull the man's shirt up, slightly, and use a hand to make contact with the bare skin, there. It's as warm as the rest of him, he thinks.]
...Do you like it?
[He murmurs, fingers tracing a circle over his abdomen under the fabric.]
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Yeah... I do... You?
[ It's probably good that he got the second healing session, as he's not needing his bandages. He's still tender, sore and most certainly injured, but at least he doesn't need the constant tending to the wounds.
He reaches out to press his hand to Sholmes' cheek, cradling his face with one hand for the moment. ]
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[Just two bros exploring each other's bodies...]
[He is careful not to press too hard, knowing of the wounds - it really is wonderful, the fact that he could get magically healed like this. It would be hard to believe he got gored by a trident.]
[He uses his other hand to pull more of the shirt up. Sholmes leans his head up to kiss the other's cheek, then his jawline. Like signatures, placed one by one.]
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[ Clearly nothing gay about it.
With the affirmation, there is a small swell of emotion. He lets out a soft, content sigh with the kisses being placed on him.
He slips his hand away from Sholmes' cheek to give him more room for his actions. But his hand doesn't stop there, he moves it back down Sholmes' body to touch his skin again, just under the shirt.
As his fingers slide over his abdomen, he comes across a scar. One he probably saw in passing during their first trial. There is a little curiosity that comes with that, but he's more focused on the sensations of what Sholmes is doing, what he's doing, and the feelings playing between them. ]
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[The touch to his abdomen tickles this time - he lets out a huff of a laugh as he presses his lips against the side of the other's neck.]
Mmm. There's a story with that scar.
[He murmurs - smiling, he slides his hand up and around, fingers feeling over the other's lower back. He slides it up and down over the ridges of his spine, some small delight at the taut muscles he finds under his touch.]
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Hm...? If you want to talk about it, you can. I'll always listen.
[ It is good to start learning even more about each other, anyway. Beyond the memory sharing, beyond what they've learned in patches here about one another.
Idly, he traces along the scar, mapping it out before letting his hand slide to Sholmes' side, rubbing there softly for the moment. ]
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[Another kiss below the ear.]
...I got shot, my dear fellow. [And a beat.] Well, not necessarily shot, but it was a rather grave wound. It was quite the daunting surgery.
[He lets his hand rest on the small of the other's back for now, casual, warm.]
For one, the anesthesia simply wouldn't work on me, ahaha.
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If these were normal circumstances, he would draw back to look at Sholmes with concern, but doesn't because he's full aware that there's Concern flowing out from his end of the link.
His hand lightly grips Sholmes' side, holding him. ]
You... felt the entire thing?
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[He senses that concern - his mouth twists into a slight frown as he sends back waves of reassurance.]
...It's alright. All went well. Turns out it wasn't even a bullet wound. And as you can see, I'm well healed from that whole ordeal. No need to worry.
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What kind of wound was it?
[ How can a person think they're shot and then it's not a bullet wound at all? ]
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Ah, usually, at my side, I carry vials of all sorts of chemical reagents to use in my investigations. I was shot at, and the bullet crashed through them, causing a chemical reaction that injured me. The bullet itself was stopped by the container, at the very least!
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