( jase certainly isn't expecting any visitors. it's late, for one, and he's already in a pair of grey sweatpants, overlarge t-shirt discarded somewhere for comfiness's sake, lounging with one leg hanging off of the edge of his couch and half-watching the late night talk show on his overlarge television on the wall. but, the door —
there's a knock, and frankly, jase doesn't know what to expect, but the moment he opens the door and sees the wet, reddened face of the small cat before him, his face falls and he just. he leaps into protector mode, quite literally gathers this boy up in his arms and lifts him up, guides his arms to cling to his neck and his legs to tighten around his waist so he can carry him inside, lingering there in the foyer of his stupidly large, stupidly empty penthouse. )
[ he doesn't like to be spoiled much. it's a pride thing, lingering stubbornness as if to assert himself long after he had given into the cat's relentless affection and pursuit. maybe he's a glutton for punishment, holding things at arm's length even when he knows some of it might actually be good for him. jase has all but told him he's changed his life for the better but briar's noticed the little ways he has shifted, adjusted, not only making room for him in his own life, but also softening his edges in return.
it's getting colder out, which means that they are even more prone to staying in at night. he knows jase likes lingering in the hidden corners of the city, practically thrumming with magic in every corner. so they stay in his apartment when he isn't working, kissing in his pleasantly messy bed after dinner, discarding clothes here and there but not quite getting to the sex part. after all, he likes to take things slow.
however, this time, briar isn't the one gently pumping the breaks. jase has pressed something into his hands – he can already tell it's a jewelry box but he's still very much surprised when he adjusts his position half in jase's lap and pulls out a glimmering, heavy jeweled necklace. holding it up to the dim light in the corner of his room, he can tell it isn't something he would have chosen for himself, but it's something jase clearly saw him in and that might be enough to push him into actually trying it on. ]
Jase...
[ for some reason, he suddenly feels bashful, holding the necklace between two palms as if it's something truly fragile. briar isn't a man of many accessories, sticking to mostly a ribbon around his neck and leaving it at that. a sheepish smile pulls at his lips as he looks to his cat with a question in his eyes. what is the meaning of this?]
devastatingly beautiful, the kind of beautiful that takes jase's breath away and practically knocks him on his ass with a single glance. he seems to exist so effortlessly, practically gliding through his shop as a watchful cat looks on, his actions thoughtless but simultaneously precise as he chases a pour of espresso with a sprinkle of something a little more magical, the passing scratch between his ears on his way to deliver the latte to a customer's table when jase had made conscious efforts to stay out of the way. god, just looking at him makes his chest ache.
... or maybe that's just nerves, now that it's much later, the sun long gone from the sky and replaced with the kind of starless, inky blackness that only a city can provide, the lights dimmed nice and low as they end up talking and kissing in briar's bed. it's easier now between them, jase's intensity tempered by briar but certainly not extinguished — only molded by briar's own hands into something far more palatable for the both of them so neither grows overwhelmed by the other — by their own selves, too. jase falls easily into the way their legs tangle together when they face each other, the press of a palm against his bare chest and up the slope of his shoulder as he melts, pliant as ever, against soft lips.
jase still can't help himself sometimes, though — especially when the weight of the box still resting in his pocket looms ever-present — and he eventually pulls it out and presents it to briar with a sheepish sort of smile, one that doesn't quite reach his eyes perhaps out of fear of rejection of him or his gift. he gets neither — only the soft sound of his name as the fae considers his gift, heart leaping the moment briar looks back up at him. )
I — I know it might be a little much, but. ( but. ) I couldn't stop thinking about what you'd look like wearing it.
[ they're still working on it, finding a balance between their personalities and needs. briar is particular about many things – especially the time he spends with people, how and when and where – and he's learning to be clear about what he wants while making room for more of jase in his life. jase, who has been so eager, so sweet while still treading carefully around the barriers briar still has standing. ever since that night he decided to send that photo, the night that evolved into so much more than he had initially been prepared for, he's begun to see jase in a changed light. he's always been handsome, but briar is memorizing the high rise of his cheekbone, the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the noble slope of his nose. when he had shown more affection to the cat, he's begun to show more for the human as well. kissing him fervently, guiding those soft hands over his body.
he's dressed oppositely, his large half-buttoned blouse hanging off his shoulders, covering the underwear that remains on his hips. without a word, he unties the ribbon around his neck, tossing it onto the nightstand before unclasping the necklace. briar's eyes never leave jase's when he holds the choker up to his neck, pulling the chain back so he can clasp it around the pale column of his throat.
it feels expensive, heavy with jewels, and a part of him feels a little like a prized pet even though he knows this isn't jase's intent. the feeling isn't ... unwelcome, which surprises him the most. his big eyes are heavy-lidded when he assesses his cat's reaction, lowering his hands to his lap to be appraised. ]
( teeth idly catch against his lower lip as he watches briar so, so carefully as he sits back against the ornate headboard, eyes perhaps a little wider than he'd like, betraying the wonderment in his gaze. he wouldn't be surprised if the fae thanked him for his gift, set it gently back in its box, and slid it onto the side table due to it's — extravagance. jase would be lying if he said that the jewelry didn't cost a lot, but those numbers don't matter to him, a mere blip on his radar especially when compared to the mental picture he's conjured up in his mind of parted lips, soft features, and a heavy, sparkling choker around his throat.
as it turns out, jase doesn't have to keep imagining it. briar indulges him.
the cat temporarily forgets to breathe as he watches that ribbon go discarded, the slow, delicate way he holds the jeweled choker to his throat as though considering it for a moment before deciding to clasp it at the back of his neck, letting it settle there — jase can see him swallow, can see how the jewels move against the smooth column of his throat — before his hands settle into his lap. between that and the way his top sits slightly askew on his shoulders, the gentle muss of his longer locks, jase is —
completely taken. finally exhaling, he sits up a little straighter, gaze sweeping over briar, before finally murmuring as his legs stretch out invitingly: ) Come here.
[ he feels all too aware of everything – the heat in the room, the weight of the choker around his neck, the weight of jase's gaze on him as he tries his present on for size. it's a perfect fit and he cannot deny that he likes the way it feels, especially in contrast to the ribbons and scarves he often wears depending on the season.
he'll have to turn down any follow-up gifts in the near future for this is just beyond anything briar had been prepared to accept. something in him says not to turn it away because there is something there that they both want to explore.
he presses his palms against the mattress so that he can bring himself closer to jase, right into his lap where he settles with his legs on either side of him, tucked beneath his own weight. arms slide around jase's neck as briar sits a head taller than him, fingers carding through jet black hair until he decides to guide jase to tip his head back ever so slowly.
briar's lips hover over his for a moment before he kisses him, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth before licking into it. it's sensual, different from his usual soft and tender way of showing affection. ]
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i thirst but also hello
👀
( aka yes, please and thank you. )
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i had to throw out a couple of handcuffs because the locks were broken.
do you think i'd look good in lace panties?
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case in point.
i think you'd look gorgeous in lace, beautiful.
i'm having a hard time deciding whether i want to see you in black or white more.
( ......................... )
it'll probably end up as both.
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i could model both for you. i'd wear it out in a crowd if you want, just get me nice boots to wear them with.
what about garters? should i wear them too? i bet we can find ones with crystals on the clasps.
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there's a knock, and frankly, jase doesn't know what to expect, but the moment he opens the door and sees the wet, reddened face of the small cat before him, his face falls and he just. he leaps into protector mode, quite literally gathers this boy up in his arms and lifts him up, guides his arms to cling to his neck and his legs to tighten around his waist so he can carry him inside, lingering there in the foyer of his stupidly large, stupidly empty penthouse. )
Baby kitten, what's wrong?
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it's getting colder out, which means that they are even more prone to staying in at night. he knows jase likes lingering in the hidden corners of the city, practically thrumming with magic in every corner. so they stay in his apartment when he isn't working, kissing in his pleasantly messy bed after dinner, discarding clothes here and there but not quite getting to the sex part. after all, he likes to take things slow.
however, this time, briar isn't the one gently pumping the breaks. jase has pressed something into his hands – he can already tell it's a jewelry box but he's still very much surprised when he adjusts his position half in jase's lap and pulls out a glimmering, heavy jeweled necklace. holding it up to the dim light in the corner of his room, he can tell it isn't something he would have chosen for himself, but it's something jase clearly saw him in and that might be enough to push him into actually trying it on. ]
Jase...
[ for some reason, he suddenly feels bashful, holding the necklace between two palms as if it's something truly fragile. briar isn't a man of many accessories, sticking to mostly a ribbon around his neck and leaving it at that. a sheepish smile pulls at his lips as he looks to his cat with a question in his eyes. what is the meaning of this? ]
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devastatingly beautiful, the kind of beautiful that takes jase's breath away and practically knocks him on his ass with a single glance. he seems to exist so effortlessly, practically gliding through his shop as a watchful cat looks on, his actions thoughtless but simultaneously precise as he chases a pour of espresso with a sprinkle of something a little more magical, the passing scratch between his ears on his way to deliver the latte to a customer's table when jase had made conscious efforts to stay out of the way. god, just looking at him makes his chest ache.
... or maybe that's just nerves, now that it's much later, the sun long gone from the sky and replaced with the kind of starless, inky blackness that only a city can provide, the lights dimmed nice and low as they end up talking and kissing in briar's bed. it's easier now between them, jase's intensity tempered by briar but certainly not extinguished — only molded by briar's own hands into something far more palatable for the both of them so neither grows overwhelmed by the other — by their own selves, too. jase falls easily into the way their legs tangle together when they face each other, the press of a palm against his bare chest and up the slope of his shoulder as he melts, pliant as ever, against soft lips.
jase still can't help himself sometimes, though — especially when the weight of the box still resting in his pocket looms ever-present — and he eventually pulls it out and presents it to briar with a sheepish sort of smile, one that doesn't quite reach his eyes perhaps out of fear of rejection of him or his gift. he gets neither — only the soft sound of his name as the fae considers his gift, heart leaping the moment briar looks back up at him. )
I — I know it might be a little much, but. ( but. ) I couldn't stop thinking about what you'd look like wearing it.
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he's dressed oppositely, his large half-buttoned blouse hanging off his shoulders, covering the underwear that remains on his hips. without a word, he unties the ribbon around his neck, tossing it onto the nightstand before unclasping the necklace. briar's eyes never leave jase's when he holds the choker up to his neck, pulling the chain back so he can clasp it around the pale column of his throat.
it feels expensive, heavy with jewels, and a part of him feels a little like a prized pet even though he knows this isn't jase's intent. the feeling isn't ... unwelcome, which surprises him the most. his big eyes are heavy-lidded when he assesses his cat's reaction, lowering his hands to his lap to be appraised. ]
Well?
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as it turns out, jase doesn't have to keep imagining it. briar indulges him.
the cat temporarily forgets to breathe as he watches that ribbon go discarded, the slow, delicate way he holds the jeweled choker to his throat as though considering it for a moment before deciding to clasp it at the back of his neck, letting it settle there — jase can see him swallow, can see how the jewels move against the smooth column of his throat — before his hands settle into his lap. between that and the way his top sits slightly askew on his shoulders, the gentle muss of his longer locks, jase is —
completely taken. finally exhaling, he sits up a little straighter, gaze sweeping over briar, before finally murmuring as his legs stretch out invitingly: ) Come here.
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he'll have to turn down any follow-up gifts in the near future for this is just beyond anything briar had been prepared to accept. something in him says not to turn it away because there is something there that they both want to explore.
he presses his palms against the mattress so that he can bring himself closer to jase, right into his lap where he settles with his legs on either side of him, tucked beneath his own weight. arms slide around jase's neck as briar sits a head taller than him, fingers carding through jet black hair until he decides to guide jase to tip his head back ever so slowly.
briar's lips hover over his for a moment before he kisses him, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth before licking into it. it's sensual, different from his usual soft and tender way of showing affection. ]