splitmemory | training buddies

[No answer, hmmm? Somehow, he's not surprised. It's a lot to take in, isn't it? Intimacy is something you need to ease into, ideally. As sweet and soft as Epel is being, though..... well, something isn't as soft as his touches. A strong hand curves over Epel's ass, squeezing encouragingly as he pulls Epel closer against him.

Go on, you can do it. This is what you want, right? If Epel is determined to see this through, then Rook will let him do his best.]

[ Really, Epel was jumping into this in full force. He wanted to prove himself even further to Rook. After all, Rook already had the opportunity to be with someone who was no doubt talented at this all... So, he needs to prove he has what it takes, too. Is it a little bit of competitive spirit? Yeah, a little. It's hard not to be, when someone like Vil was the one he was 'competing' with.

The hand against his ass draws another soft noise from him, encouraging him to grind his hips down further against Rook. Pulling back from the kiss, Epel begins to trail careful kisses down along his jaw, tentative and experimental. ]

[Of course it would boil down to a competition, wouldn't it? Epel has always chafed under Vil's restrictions, always felt the need to equal and surpass him if he ever hoped to live the way he pleased. It's hardly something Epel needs to compare himself against, but..... He'll surely measure himself by that ruler whether or not he's reassured, won't he?

Still, for his first time? Epel is doing quite well for himself. Rook twitches in interest as Epel grinds down against him, all but purring as he lets his head fall back to give Epel access to as much skin as he could like. It's not like him to be so passive, but..... well, Epel deserves the chance to explore uninterrupted, doesn't he? After all, this is a learning experience for him. He needs to decide if that purely theoretical truth still applies in practice!]

Mmmm..... what do you think, Monsieur Pommette? Is being dominant everything you had hoped it would be, so far?

[ Why did Rook have to go and ask that?! Epel can feel the way his hands still briefly against Rook, the way his breath catches, the blood rushes again to his face. Was Rook teasing him? Genuinely asking? It's difficult to tell. Either way, it's a question that drives him to huff a bit. He knows he's new at this, knows he's not all that great at knowing what the next step is just yet, but...!! Such a question only serves to embarrass him. ]

Don't ask something like that all of a sudden...!

[ The complaint is given, his nails pressing in against Rook, before he decides to get his revenge in another way -- he brings his lips down to the crook of his neck, taking some of that sensitive skin into his mouth and biting down, grinding his hips down harder. Maybe-- MAYBE, this would keep Rook from asking embarrassing things like that. ]

Ahahahaha! Should I take that as a yes?

[Oh, is he getting punished for asking? Even in spite of his laughter, there's no denying that Rook is starting to get hard himself, between being bitten so hard on such sensitive skin, nails digging into his chest, and the way Epel grinds against him so intently. Is it suddenly becoming a little clearer, why Rook had dismissed the idea of a simple hickey as being rough?

This won't even come close to stopping him from asking such things. If anything, Epel's only going to suffer worse because of it.]

[ Oh. That's-- that's what Rook liked, then? It sends a shiver through him, feeling the way Rook was getting hard under and against him. More than that, Epel found he liked the sensations involved in the little 'revenge' he'd done, the little punishment he was doling out. The feeling of both of their arousals grinding against each other with his movements... he continues to squirm atop Rook, matching that little pace for a second longer before pulling his mouth off Rook. ]

Am I even .... being 'dominant' enough? I only now got you hard... a- and... back in the lab, I liked-- pulling you against me. It's harder in this position, to do that.

[ Epel murmurs, keeping his head down near Rook, almost as if hiding there. It's still embarrassing, having his hips moving so intently, grinding down so hard against him, letting out those tiny noises he can't hold back. ]

Oh, Monsieur Pommette..... Surely you can't expect this to reflect on you, after all my "endurance training"? Of course I have an easier time staying calm.

[Come here, sweetie. Rook's arms move to pull Epel down into a reassuring hug, cheek leaning against the top of his head as the younger man hides against him.]

There's no need to rush. You have all the time in the world to figure out exactly what you enjoy, and how. I'm right here to help you learn.

[ He, at least, doesn't fight the embrace. He even shifts enough to rest his forearms comfortably against Rook, as he buries his face closer to him. Hiding with his cheek against his collar, his head tucking right under Rook's chin. He's practically made himself comfortable there, in a whole other way. ]

... I want to learn... [ His voice comes out so small, fingers playing with the fabric that loosely hangs from Rook's shoulders. ] ... Isn't it what people do after someone confesses?

[ The little question probably tells more than he means it to. Have that little piece of this boy's mind, where it was at. ]

[Somehow, he's not surprised that Epel would end up losing steam like this. All eagerness, with no plans and no experience..... He would have either fumbled his way through things and probably regretted it later, or lost his nerve once faced with the reality of sex looming before him.

Well, that's fine. For now, he'll just enjoy holding Epel snug in his arms, and do his best to ignore the erection and fact that he's all but shirtless. This is just another part of growing closer, isn't it? Especially when Epel has clearly gotten some strange ideas from somewhere.....]

Some people, but certainly not everyone. What made you think you had to do something like that immediately?

[ By all means, Epel still wants to go through with it. Still wants to kiss and bite and touch Rook... but he's started to lose what little steam he had left after his confession. After all, he hadn't gotten enough time to prepare before Rook showed up behind him! ... Clearly, that's the issue. Nothing to do with Epel not being wholly ready yet.

This was comfortable, though. Even with their mutual arousal, the light frustrating tightness that was caused by their erections, trapped within their clothes... the way that every single time Epel shifts, it presses them together in a way that makes his body want more...

This, still, was okay. Comfortable, calming. ]

... I did some research. Have been doing it for a few days now. I've never had to tell someone in so many words how I felt. Most of the stories ... that's how they went.

Heheheh..... That would be because it makes for a more dramatic and titillating story, not because it's actually realistic. There are so many people in this world, coming together in so many different types of relationships..... Whatever books or movies or plays might say, there are truly no right or wrong ways to love someone. You don't have to do anything, save what makes you happy.

[How adorable..... He should have known Epel would look to romantic tales for his inspiration. There's no harm in it, as long as Epel knows not to take it all too seriously, is there? ]

[ ... Oh.... When put that way, it seemed so very obvious: the stories he'd consulted were written that way to be good stories, not necessarily examples of what should and shouldn't be done. If only it was that easy, huh? A manual to love, describing all the right ways and the wrong ways, written out like a formula for a potion. ]

I think I understand.

[ ............... ]

I- I do want to do that sometime soon...! [ Epel quickly adds, probably too loud of an exclamation, as if he realized he wanted to make that extra clear. He almost immediately brings one hand over to cover his mouth, in silent apology. ]

Maybe... after... [ Boy, he's thinking hard, isn't he? On how to put this into words, how to express what he means. ]

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Why, of course. After what?

[It's okay, Epel, take your time. You may not have a helpful manual with formulas for love, but you do have a very patient and tolerant huntsman laying beneath you. If he had fallen for someone as prickly as Vil, how could you fail to charm him?]

... After... we do something else. Together. Outside of the dorm, outside of the college. Somewhere where you can be you, and I can be me.

[ Obviously, he'd still have to uphold the 'rules' set out by Vil for his own image, but aside from that.... ]

Not that we have to... jus' think it could be nice.

That sounds lovely. In Foothill Town, perhaps? Or the beach or mountains, if you prefer?

[Somewhere they can be themselves, hmmm..... Just what does that mean, for Epel?]

[ There hadn't been much time that he'd spent outside of the college, so.... ]

We could go to Foothill Town, maybe... Oh!

[ Epel shifts, moving to sit up, looking down at Rook while using his hands against his shoulders at leverage. He's practically beaming, look at him..! ]

There's this new place in town I heard some of my classmates talking about the other day. We should go there!

[ Is he going to explain further? Probably not unless Rook asks, forgetting to in his excitement. ]

Why not? What sort of place is this, if I may ask?

[Something trendy, he assumes, if classmates are talking about it? Maybe he should take a picture or two for Cater while they're out, then. Is he a comfortable chair, Epel?]

So, so, [ In his excitement, he forgets for a near moment to lower his voice. ] It's like you're cookin' outside, grillin' over charcoal, but it's all inside. You sit at a table, they bring what you order and you cook it right then and there! Didn't think there'd be a place like that here.

[ Yeah, Rook's a very comfortable chair, especially when he can look down at him and have him trapped there, a captive audience to his excitement. ]

I'll cook for you...! Meemaw let me start helping when I was little. I have an eye for it, y'know?

Oh, that sounds like fun! I admit, most of my cooking experience is roasting meat over a campfire; I doubt I could keep up with you in the kitchen.

[How could he possibly say no, seeing just how excited Epel is? Even if it doesn't sound intriguing in its own right, it would be worth it just to see Epel smiling so brightly.]

It can be similar… somewhat.

[ Not completely, of course. There’s a lot that goes into cooking over an open fire rather than a charcoal burning flame. The differences makes it all the more important that Epel handle the cooking, probably. With a small laugh, Epel leans down and gives Rook the tiniest peck on the cheek before shifting and pulling back completely, standing up from the bed.

Moving to his closet, he starts the process of picking an outfit— which won’t be too hard, he isn’t that crazy about doing it right. ]

We should cook out like that sometime, too. So that you can show me.

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Hah..... Maybe we should. Have you ever hunted before, Monsieur Pommette? Meat always tastes best when it's fresh.

[Rook, no. Do not. Killing and field dressing something to cook it up for a picnic date is way too bloody to be romantic. For now, at least, they're safe from that; Rook sits up instead, starting to rebutton his shirt and get his robe retied.]

I haven’t. Does it really taste better that way?

[ A small glance is shot over his shoulder, as his hands grasp at a purple sweater in his closet. He looks back over to it, pulling it out all the way and draping it over his arm. Now for bottoms… ]

Are we even allowed to hunt near the College? I’m not sure of the rules involved there.

Why, do apples taste better fresh off the tree? The sooner you're able to eat, the less time the flavor has to fade. It can be difficult to go back to store-bought, once you're used to catching your own.

[Surely that's a comparison Epel can understand, hmmm? Let him just rescue his hat, and he can watch Epel get changed.]

If you're far enough up in the mountains, it's fine. We could make a day trip of it.

Hmmm… [ He can’t really refute that. Rook’s right, a fresh apple is like nothing else in this world. Absolutely one of the best things out there. ] I can see it. Alright…! It’s a plan. Someday soon, we’ll have a day trip up there.

[ Oh, but… ]

We might need to wait for it to warm up some, huh…?

[ It’s cold, but not overly so. Nothing like back home. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t have to be careful about what he chooses to wear. He grabs a pair of overalls, moving over to the bed to set his chosen clothes out. Perfect for a cold day, without going too warm and possibly getting heat exhaustion.

He starts with his uniform’s sash, slowly undoing it. With a practiced hand he undoes each little tie, before setting said sash down. His robe is next, slow and precise. Then comes his shirt, unbuttoned carefully. After a few minutes, he’d completely stripped down, not seeming to really mind whether Rook watched or looked away. ]

Perhaps so. Game is often leaner in the colder months, after all.

[Both physically speaking, and in the sense that it's just harder to find. Not impossible, of course--but he wouldn't want to make Epel trudge around and wait in snowy woods as he tracks his quarry, hmmm? Spring would surely be better.

Rook is only too glad to watch Epel strip down, admiring the slender frame and pale skin the younger man reveals. He really is beautiful, isn't he? What a nice treat to compensate for that aborted hot and heavy makeout session, hmmm? For his part, it doesn't take Rook long to mentally put together an outfit as he mulls over the pieces in his wardrobe; a quick flourish of his magical pen, a cascade of sparkles swirling around him, and Rook's uniform is replaced by a cozy winter outfit.]

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