[ No one could accuse the apartment of appearing as though it doesn’t belong to Rin Renault; the varied perching spots and comfortable not-really-chairs, the mirrors, the wealth of pillows and blankets, the odd and well-displayed collections of ephemera. Sen’s had time enough to start making marks in the space, as well: there are the records that’ve clearly seen recent use, there’s a notebook and pen lingering in wait, and Darius would be willing to bet that the apartment houses no less than four or five bathrobes at the very minimum.
It’s a comfortable place. More luxurious than any of the apartments the three of them had shared, and it’s not so bad knowing Rin and Sen have an agreeable space for themselves. It’s also not so bad being here with them (this is, what, the third time he’s been up here? it’s starting to feel familiar; starting to feel like sure, he maybe does belong here), and now, bringing Enri here—
He hadn’t anticipated just how pleasing (read: ‘thrilling’) (read: ‘comforting’) (read: ‘encouraging’) it would be to share a room with these three together. And though Darius isn’t precisely surprised to find Enri adapting to the scene, though Enri and Darius carry home wherever they go together, still he appreciates how easily Enri makes himself at home here, beside Darius.
How well Enri fits here. How enchanting it is to sit easy and run fingers through his hair, again, again in slow caress, while feeling Enri wound around his leg, feeling Enri’s cheek against his thigh. How easy it is to bend a kiss to Enri’s head. To shift a finger beneath Enri’s chin and urge upward, then kiss the boy’s forehead, then admire amber eyes.
(A corollary thought: How well Enri fits here, unlike any other would-be-Puppy Darius allowed to come near Sen and Rin. Unlike those puling wastrels whose sole purposed was to entertain Darius or endure neglect in silence. Those shits who knew their lacking worth or believed that they could claw their way into importance. None of them had managed it; none had possessed the skill, or the strength.
None of them had been interesting in the least, save in their pain, save in the extremities Darius drove them inevitably toward. None of them had kept an ounce of his attention beyond a week, a few weeks’ time at most.)
True, there was the hitch with Rin, but there always is a hitch with Rin, and they’ve clearly been attempting amends for that friction. Speaking to the room, inviting Darius and Enri up, suppressing the irritation they certainly, certainly bear regarding - Darius smirks at the thought - pumpkin spice lattes. They’re trying, and Darius thinks yes, all right, maybe he owes Rin for more than the get out of horse joke free card.
Just now, Darius shifts his leg against Enri’s shoulder, lightly, lightly, then bends down to kiss his ear, to tug with a slight pressure of teeth. Speaking softly, a whisper into Enri’s ear— ]
Enjoying your honey, Love?
Give us a taste, won’t you?
[ Which is when Darius meets Enri’s lips with his own, a kiss drawn through three, four, five ecstatic seconds. Before Darius draws back to behold Enri’s eyes. Before Darius offers a warm smile, then sits up and returns to stroking his boyfriend’s hair, rhythmic once again.
And, catching a familiar name spoken in Rin’s voice, Darius breaks in— ]
You’re fucking kidding. He can’t still be alive?
Assuming you mean Lavern ‘can’t con for shit can’t make or take a joke for shit lost five full teeth in one fucking fistfight’ Jaeger. Lavern 'shot off half a toe while cleaning my gun' Jaeger. Lavern 'drank half a can of gasoline on a dare no one offered' Jaeger. Is that the Jaeger you mean?
[ There's a shrug from Rin, an easy-spoken affirmative, and Darius rolls his eyes, shakes his head. ]
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It’s a comfortable place. More luxurious than any of the apartments the three of them had shared, and it’s not so bad knowing Rin and Sen have an agreeable space for themselves. It’s also not so bad being here with them (this is, what, the third time he’s been up here? it’s starting to feel familiar; starting to feel like sure, he maybe does belong here), and now, bringing Enri here—
He hadn’t anticipated just how pleasing (read: ‘thrilling’) (read: ‘comforting’) (read: ‘encouraging’) it would be to share a room with these three together. And though Darius isn’t precisely surprised to find Enri adapting to the scene, though Enri and Darius carry home wherever they go together, still he appreciates how easily Enri makes himself at home here, beside Darius.
How well Enri fits here. How enchanting it is to sit easy and run fingers through his hair, again, again in slow caress, while feeling Enri wound around his leg, feeling Enri’s cheek against his thigh. How easy it is to bend a kiss to Enri’s head. To shift a finger beneath Enri’s chin and urge upward, then kiss the boy’s forehead, then admire amber eyes.
(A corollary thought: How well Enri fits here, unlike any other would-be-Puppy Darius allowed to come near Sen and Rin. Unlike those puling wastrels whose sole purposed was to entertain Darius or endure neglect in silence. Those shits who knew their lacking worth or believed that they could claw their way into importance. None of them had managed it; none had possessed the skill, or the strength.
None of them had been interesting in the least, save in their pain, save in the extremities Darius drove them inevitably toward. None of them had kept an ounce of his attention beyond a week, a few weeks’ time at most.)
True, there was the hitch with Rin, but there always is a hitch with Rin, and they’ve clearly been attempting amends for that friction. Speaking to the room, inviting Darius and Enri up, suppressing the irritation they certainly, certainly bear regarding - Darius smirks at the thought - pumpkin spice lattes. They’re trying, and Darius thinks yes, all right, maybe he owes Rin for more than the get out of horse joke free card.
Just now, Darius shifts his leg against Enri’s shoulder, lightly, lightly, then bends down to kiss his ear, to tug with a slight pressure of teeth. Speaking softly, a whisper into Enri’s ear— ]
Enjoying your honey, Love?
Give us a taste, won’t you?
[ Which is when Darius meets Enri’s lips with his own, a kiss drawn through three, four, five ecstatic seconds. Before Darius draws back to behold Enri’s eyes. Before Darius offers a warm smile, then sits up and returns to stroking his boyfriend’s hair, rhythmic once again.
And, catching a familiar name spoken in Rin’s voice, Darius breaks in— ]
You’re fucking kidding. He can’t still be alive?
Assuming you mean Lavern ‘can’t con for shit can’t make or take a joke for shit lost five full teeth in one fucking fistfight’ Jaeger. Lavern 'shot off half a toe while cleaning my gun' Jaeger. Lavern 'drank half a can of gasoline on a dare no one offered' Jaeger. Is that the Jaeger you mean?
[ There's a shrug from Rin, an easy-spoken affirmative, and Darius rolls his eyes, shakes his head. ]
It boggles the absolute mind.