"You've reached the inbox of Jeremiah Gottwald. I'm unavailable at the moment, but leave a message and I'll return your call as soon as possible. Thank you."
[They didn't talk about it in this capacity last time. Obviously there was the layer of aphrodisiac deeply swaying his desire to resist, but even Suzaku could tell beyond that.
[Bruh, same hat??? It's a good few minutes before Suzaku's reply comes, but let it be known that he sat there, phone in hand, and struggled to come up with one.]
I wouldn't call your reaction "terribly uncommon."
[Called the fuck out. One masochist recognizes another.]
What I did to you wasn't appropriate, but if there are portions of it that you enjoyed, I wouldn't mind trying those things with you again.
If you'd like to.
[Translation: ey jerry u want sum fuk]
For the time being, I'm curious to know what all we have in common. It's an easier conversation to have over text than it is to have face to face, I think.
[But he had enjoyed those parts, even in ways beyond simple pain and physicality that make his stomach twist up, thinking maybe he shouldn't but knows he still does. They've clung to the corners of his mind, acknowledged at times but not yet accepted. When it's asked for, invited in, doesn't that change everything?]
I would be open to discussing that.
[And here's where he has to re-do his message several times over. Jeremiah's not sure where the root cause of this discomfort sits, still.]
However, would it not be more comfortable to explore this with a partner closer in age?
When I was in the Britannian military, I would get a lot of attention from much older women... but even as a child, the girls I liked were always much older than myself.
[Like the maid he'd developed a crush on at the ripe old age of three. Some people grow up more quickly than others, though one could just as easily argue that the odd cog in the machine is Suzaku.]
[Wanting restraint, yet proposing they get naked together. It would seem suspicious if he didn't remember moments later that public bathing isn't regarded the same everywhere in the world.]
That sounds pleasant.
[Then, a follow-up when he considers it.]
Shall we meet at the resort, or would you like to walk there together?
Is it not out of your way? Or are you just being chivalrous?
[He'd like to think he's a champion in that practice. A knight, a damn good one where it counted, could give him a run for his money though. It doesn't sound bad, actually.]
Any time is fine, really.
[Please, like Jeremiah has much taking up his time here.]
[This time it's not a surprise when he opens up, at least. Jeremiah's ready, not even wearing a cravat or a tie for how simply he's dressed. By his standards anyway, but it's all going to come off in a few minutes, so why bother?]
Good afternoon, Suzaku. [He'd invite him in, but he's already set to leave. And if he was worried about it, Jeremiah looks content to see him.] Shall we?
[Oh? Jeremiah looks cute dressed down?? Color Suzaku only mildly surprised, because really, it's a given that a handsome man would look good in just about anything. They say the clothes make the man, but that only applies to men who need embellishment to look their best. With a bow and a smile, Suzaku greets Jeremiah warmly.]
Good afternoon. You look good, Jeremiah. [If nothing else (if absolutely nothing else), Suzaku's compliments are as genuine as they are earnestly given.] Let's go.
[And thus, the two made their way to the hot springs. Very exciting. Even the tedious process of checking in and securing a room for the duration of their stay has Suzaku unreasonably giddy. When they've made their way into the changing room, Suzaku unfolds his yukata and holds it up high with a radiant grin.]
...and afterwards, we get to wear these. Have you ever worn a yukata before, Jeremiah?
[Were Suzaku a dog, his tail would be wagging away. He's yet to realize it himself, but he's awfully happy right now. More and more often these days, he finds good reason to smile.]
[He should swing by the ranch someday when Jeremiah's got a shift. The man actually wears jeans. A collared shirt still, of course, although his boss might be angling to do away with that.
For Suzaku, though, he just smiles in a way that says he wasn't expecting it.]
Thank you. [He feels bare in a suit without resting over his breastbone, but that's just going to have to be the running theme of today, isn't it? With an honesty to pair with it:] I'd say the same of you, this afternoon.
[Just because it's true. Easy to take just for flirtation, maybe, but Suzaku just looks better when he's... happy. Healthy and content. It's easy to mirror, a relief from the tone of their conversation, the awkwardness preceding it. The walk is nice, as is the resort, for all the wear on things. Jeremiah's begun finding a sort of charm in that.]
I haven't, no. To be fair, this would be my first occasion for it.
[He peers at his own in his hands briefly, assured it was a correct size but not yet unfolding it. Following Suzaku's guidance feels key here, so this is probably the part where he should disrobe, yet just watches the radiance on the younger man's face with a small warmth answering in his chest. Another reassurance, like a light guiding his path.]
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Yes, you may.
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You didn't seem to entirely hate what I was doing to you. Why is that?
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Careful what you wish for, Orange boy.]
I enjoy pain sometimes. Physical force as well.
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I understand. I'm the same way.
[😳]
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I see.
[Why does this feel like dangerous information to have?]
It's not terribly uncommon, so I suppose that's not surprising.
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[Called the fuck out. One masochist recognizes another.]
What I did to you wasn't appropriate, but if there are portions of it that you enjoyed, I wouldn't mind trying those things with you again.
If you'd like to.
[Translation: ey jerry u want sum fuk]
For the time being, I'm curious to know what all we have in common. It's an easier conversation to have over text than it is to have face to face, I think.
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[But he had enjoyed those parts, even in ways beyond simple pain and physicality that make his stomach twist up, thinking maybe he shouldn't but knows he still does. They've clung to the corners of his mind, acknowledged at times but not yet accepted. When it's asked for, invited in, doesn't that change everything?]
I would be open to discussing that.
[And here's where he has to re-do his message several times over. Jeremiah's not sure where the root cause of this discomfort sits, still.]
However, would it not be more comfortable to explore this with a partner closer in age?
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Less than I may have implied. I've just never been the older party in these situations prior to my time here. It's unfamiliar.
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Most of my experience comes from people around your age. If it helps, this won't be unfamiliar territory for me.
[As if that would help.]
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If I may ask, is it a matter of preference, or just happenstance?
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When I was in the Britannian military, I would get a lot of attention from much older women... but even as a child, the girls I liked were always much older than myself.
[Like the maid he'd developed a crush on at the ripe old age of three. Some people grow up more quickly than others, though one could just as easily argue that the odd cog in the machine is Suzaku.]
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[He has to laugh at himself.]
And with men? Is it any different?
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On second thought, this is all pretty embarrassing to type out.
[Could they, perhaps, meet up somewhere...?]
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[Of course he instead offers an out like any Britannian ex-noble would.]
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I'd rather talk about this in person.
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[It was for his benefit, really. Not that Suzaku ever would take it.]
Where would you like to meet?
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[Together, as men of culture do.]
I've been meaning to try out the hot springs anyway.
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That sounds pleasant.
[Then, a follow-up when he considers it.]
Shall we meet at the resort, or would you like to walk there together?
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[The honor is all his, m'jerry.]
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[He'd like to think he's a champion in that practice. A knight, a damn good one where it counted, could give him a run for his money though. It doesn't sound bad, actually.]
Any time is fine, really.
[Please, like Jeremiah has much taking up his time here.]
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[And arrive shortly he does. Knock knock, it's the dick pic boy.]
aaaand... action!
Good afternoon, Suzaku. [He'd invite him in, but he's already set to leave. And if he was worried about it, Jeremiah looks content to see him.] Shall we?
WOW I FORGOT TO CHANGE IT TO ACTION, GO ME
Good afternoon. You look good, Jeremiah. [If nothing else (if absolutely nothing else), Suzaku's compliments are as genuine as they are earnestly given.] Let's go.
[And thus, the two made their way to the hot springs. Very exciting. Even the tedious process of checking in and securing a room for the duration of their stay has Suzaku unreasonably giddy. When they've made their way into the changing room, Suzaku unfolds his yukata and holds it up high with a radiant grin.]
...and afterwards, we get to wear these. Have you ever worn a yukata before, Jeremiah?
[Were Suzaku a dog, his tail would be wagging away. He's yet to realize it himself, but he's awfully happy right now. More and more often these days, he finds good reason to smile.]
bro don't even sweat it bro i got u
For Suzaku, though, he just smiles in a way that says he wasn't expecting it.]
Thank you. [He feels bare in a suit without resting over his breastbone, but that's just going to have to be the running theme of today, isn't it? With an honesty to pair with it:] I'd say the same of you, this afternoon.
[Just because it's true. Easy to take just for flirtation, maybe, but Suzaku just looks better when he's... happy. Healthy and content. It's easy to mirror, a relief from the tone of their conversation, the awkwardness preceding it. The walk is nice, as is the resort, for all the wear on things. Jeremiah's begun finding a sort of charm in that.]
I haven't, no. To be fair, this would be my first occasion for it.
[He peers at his own in his hands briefly, assured it was a correct size but not yet unfolding it. Following Suzaku's guidance feels key here, so this is probably the part where he should disrobe, yet just watches the radiance on the younger man's face with a small warmth answering in his chest. Another reassurance, like a light guiding his path.]
It's good to finally have one.
sweats profusely
dabs with a towel
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