[ 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!
[ He's not sure if that's better? But at least he didn't have a bullet rolling around in him and the chemicals didn't take him out. He sighs, relaxing a little. Guess they both deserve to be concerned for each other. ]
I'm glad you got off easy, all things considered.
[ This does give him a moment of reflection. Looks like the pair of them will have to carefully watch other other's back. Reckless fools.
His hand starts to rub on Sholmes' side gently again. ]
[Flashbacks to the surgeon spending several hours like WHERE IS THIS DAMN BULLET when there was none. It was a time.]
I'm made of harder stuff than you think. A great detective will take more than that to keep him down, hm?
[He sighs at the movement of the other's hand, nuzzling a bit into the crook of the other's neck.]
[He was worried, at the time. Maybe Kotetsu can feel that, that lingering fear...but he has no fear now, like this, in the comfort of someone who understands him.]
[ It's so strange that they've had various experiences that brush close to one another like this. But it's a comfort, even if he doesn't want Sholmes to be in danger. Kotetsu feeds back comfort, protection, safety. ]
I think I figured that out.
[ His hand slides further up his side, pushing the shirt up further with it as he slips his hand around Sholmes' back, pulling him a little closer. The skin of their exposed stomachs press against each other, a small shiver of emotion running through him. ]
[With a hand on each other's back, right here, right now. Everything moves so fast. To imagine something like this happening several weeks ago seems almost insane to think about. He had liked Kotetsu then, of course. But then suddenly, everything shifted in a moment, and it was like waking up to a new reality.]
[He returns that shiver with one of his own, and presses his lips against the other's, heart feeling like it's fluttering inside his chest. Goodness. It feels like he's eighteen again.]
[ There's a small chuckle at Sholmes' words before he is wrapped back up in that feeling. This isn't something he'd expected in a million years to happen. Their friendship was fun, casual. But there was a bit of comfort he'd seen in the other man in their quiet moments.
Never would he thought it would snowball to this. With these links, there's nothing either of them can hide. And suddenly, he's beyond relieved and grateful that this is the partner he has here. For the both of them. Neither wanted to be an open book, yet here they were, once again practically bearing their souls to each other. Funny, that.
But he kisses him back, this time with a bit more fervor. ]
[They've already touched each other's souls. Honestly, from that point, he knew there was no going back, even though at the time it was frightening, and something more abnormal than not considering that it wasn't like it had been a natural occurrence. But something there was lingering, something true, and now, like a flower sprouting from the soil, that feeling blooms.]
[He kisses him, cheeks flushed and warm - his hand travels up to the upper back, fingers splayed against his skin under the fabric. Warm. Warm, it's so warm.]
[He opens his lips more into the kiss, like an invitation.]
[ That really was a turning point they couldn't look back from. If one were to believe in it, some might call it a fated happening.
That invitation is so welcoming and he has no reason to resist it. Nor does he even want to resist it. His own lips part, head tipping a bit to deepen the kiss. His tongue slides out to brush along Sholmes' lips, teasing a little bit. ]
[His grip tightens, slightly, as he allows Kotetsu deepen the kiss. His head feels foggy, but in a pleasurable way, the din of constant thoughts racing through his head dimmed to the background.]
[One of his legs shifts to hook over the other's ankle, mouth opening wider. He'll let Kotetsu have whatever he wants.]
[ These encouragements are sparking something deep inside of him. A need for more...
His tongue slips onto Sholmes' mouth, brushing against the other man's. It may have been years, but he still falls back into all of this with ease. Like puzzle pieces coming together to create a bigger picture.
That fog drifts over them both, wrapping them both up in an intoxicating sensation.
He curls his fingers a bit, nails lightly scratching down Sholmes' spine. Slow and steady. ]
[He gasps into the kiss, slightly, his breath a little heavy even as he pauses to catch it and continue. What a blissful sensation. What a warm sensation, bordering into something hotter.]
[He has to marvel at whatever is making this effect work. It would be one thing to feel the emotions, but the reply of physical sensation is making him feel almost overwhelmed. He murmurs at the feeling of nails down his spine, and decides to mimic the feeling, fingers pressing down the other's back as he slides it down..]
[He murmurs Kotetsu's name with a low noise, his eyes closed.]
[ A low, throaty sound comes from Kotetsu at the touch on his back, the sensations it elicits. Hearing his own name, he can't help but respond in the same breathy way with Sholmes' name.
He feels the pressure building and he shifts a bit, to reposition them. He doesn't break the kiss, not wanting to stop, just gently guiding them to get Sholmes on his back. Assuming he manages this, he also positions himself to straddle his partner.
It's like a dam breaking open that he didn't even realize was there anymore. Instead of the gentle waves, something more comes cascading down. ]
[Even such a simple movement makes the heat rush up into his face - it may not be like lifting him or anything, but having felt the man's body and the ease of it reminds him just how built the man is. He's had a nice boxing match with this man before. Somehow this moment contextualizes it differently.]
[He swallows, momentarily flustered, even as he kisses Kotetsu back. Sir, this is a lot to take in.]
[ He knows, he's a bit overwhelmed by it all, especially feeling that flustered sensation off of Sholmes.
He plants his arms next to Sholmes' head so that he can brace himself up a bit, looking down at him. He doesn't pull far from the kiss, but looks deeply at him. His eyes are warm, but cloudy with his want.
Also, he doesn't want to push too hard. Despite the welcoming, despite it all, he wants to make sure that they don't overstep anything. Even with that eager and impatience tailing every emotion he gives.
His shoulders and back are tighter from this position. In fact, most of his upper body is as he braces himself, truly displaying how much he's worked to keep his body in shape for his hero work. ]
Sholmes...
[ His voice is low, just barely above a whisper. ]
[He murmurs, heartbeat feeling like it's going to pound out of his chest. The usual casual smirk is replaced by an incredibly flummoxed expression - he has to take a moment just to reach out to slide a hand over the other's chest.]
It's like you're chiseled by the gods.
[Yeah. Sorry. He has to. Just take this in. He feels almost feverish.]
You're putting me quite to shame, my dear fellow.
[He might have muscles from boxing but not like this!!! HELLO!!!]
[ Kotetsu can't help but laugh a little. With the emotional response, it's obvious he does like the attention and praise from Sholmes, as well. He might not be as vocal about it and as overtly sulky as Sholmes can be, it's very apparent that he likes hearing this from the man. ]
Don't forget, that jab of yours knocked me down that one time. I think you put me to shame.
[ Though, it's obvious it's not because of Kotetsu lacking strength. It's amazing what he can hide when he's not flexed and is just wearing his normal clothes. But he can't help a grin from the way that this flusters Sholmes.
So, what does he do? Tortures the poor man with more of the sight.
He straights up so he's still straddling Sholmes, peeling off his vest and dropping it next to him. He then unfastens the knife holster to wrap up in the fabric. He doesn't remove his eyes from Sholmes as he unbuttons his shirt, letting it drape loosely on his shoulders now. ]
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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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I'm glad you got off easy, all things considered.
[ This does give him a moment of reflection. Looks like the pair of them will have to carefully watch other other's back. Reckless fools.
His hand starts to rub on Sholmes' side gently again. ]
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I'm made of harder stuff than you think. A great detective will take more than that to keep him down, hm?
[He sighs at the movement of the other's hand, nuzzling a bit into the crook of the other's neck.]
[He was worried, at the time. Maybe Kotetsu can feel that, that lingering fear...but he has no fear now, like this, in the comfort of someone who understands him.]
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I think I figured that out.
[ His hand slides further up his side, pushing the shirt up further with it as he slips his hand around Sholmes' back, pulling him a little closer. The skin of their exposed stomachs press against each other, a small shiver of emotion running through him. ]
And now you've got a hero at your back.
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[With a hand on each other's back, right here, right now. Everything moves so fast. To imagine something like this happening several weeks ago seems almost insane to think about. He had liked Kotetsu then, of course. But then suddenly, everything shifted in a moment, and it was like waking up to a new reality.]
[He returns that shiver with one of his own, and presses his lips against the other's, heart feeling like it's fluttering inside his chest. Goodness. It feels like he's eighteen again.]
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Never would he thought it would snowball to this. With these links, there's nothing either of them can hide. And suddenly, he's beyond relieved and grateful that this is the partner he has here. For the both of them. Neither wanted to be an open book, yet here they were, once again practically bearing their souls to each other. Funny, that.
But he kisses him back, this time with a bit more fervor. ]
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[He kisses him, cheeks flushed and warm - his hand travels up to the upper back, fingers splayed against his skin under the fabric. Warm. Warm, it's so warm.]
[He opens his lips more into the kiss, like an invitation.]
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That invitation is so welcoming and he has no reason to resist it. Nor does he even want to resist it. His own lips part, head tipping a bit to deepen the kiss. His tongue slides out to brush along Sholmes' lips, teasing a little bit. ]
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[His grip tightens, slightly, as he allows Kotetsu deepen the kiss. His head feels foggy, but in a pleasurable way, the din of constant thoughts racing through his head dimmed to the background.]
[One of his legs shifts to hook over the other's ankle, mouth opening wider. He'll let Kotetsu have whatever he wants.]
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His tongue slips onto Sholmes' mouth, brushing against the other man's. It may have been years, but he still falls back into all of this with ease. Like puzzle pieces coming together to create a bigger picture.
That fog drifts over them both, wrapping them both up in an intoxicating sensation.
He curls his fingers a bit, nails lightly scratching down Sholmes' spine. Slow and steady. ]
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[He has to marvel at whatever is making this effect work. It would be one thing to feel the emotions, but the reply of physical sensation is making him feel almost overwhelmed. He murmurs at the feeling of nails down his spine, and decides to mimic the feeling, fingers pressing down the other's back as he slides it down..]
[He murmurs Kotetsu's name with a low noise, his eyes closed.]
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He feels the pressure building and he shifts a bit, to reposition them. He doesn't break the kiss, not wanting to stop, just gently guiding them to get Sholmes on his back. Assuming he manages this, he also positions himself to straddle his partner.
It's like a dam breaking open that he didn't even realize was there anymore. Instead of the gentle waves, something more comes cascading down. ]
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[Even such a simple movement makes the heat rush up into his face - it may not be like lifting him or anything, but having felt the man's body and the ease of it reminds him just how built the man is. He's had a nice boxing match with this man before. Somehow this moment contextualizes it differently.]
[He swallows, momentarily flustered, even as he kisses Kotetsu back. Sir, this is a lot to take in.]
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He plants his arms next to Sholmes' head so that he can brace himself up a bit, looking down at him. He doesn't pull far from the kiss, but looks deeply at him. His eyes are warm, but cloudy with his want.
Also, he doesn't want to push too hard. Despite the welcoming, despite it all, he wants to make sure that they don't overstep anything. Even with that eager and impatience tailing every emotion he gives.
His shoulders and back are tighter from this position. In fact, most of his upper body is as he braces himself, truly displaying how much he's worked to keep his body in shape for his hero work. ]
Sholmes...
[ His voice is low, just barely above a whisper. ]
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[He murmurs, heartbeat feeling like it's going to pound out of his chest. The usual casual smirk is replaced by an incredibly flummoxed expression - he has to take a moment just to reach out to slide a hand over the other's chest.]
It's like you're chiseled by the gods.
[Yeah. Sorry. He has to. Just take this in. He feels almost feverish.]
You're putting me quite to shame, my dear fellow.
[He might have muscles from boxing but not like this!!! HELLO!!!]
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Don't forget, that jab of yours knocked me down that one time. I think you put me to shame.
[ Though, it's obvious it's not because of Kotetsu lacking strength. It's amazing what he can hide when he's not flexed and is just wearing his normal clothes. But he can't help a grin from the way that this flusters Sholmes.
So, what does he do? Tortures the poor man with more of the sight.
He straights up so he's still straddling Sholmes, peeling off his vest and dropping it next to him. He then unfastens the knife holster to wrap up in the fabric. He doesn't remove his eyes from Sholmes as he unbuttons his shirt, letting it drape loosely on his shoulders now. ]
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