Step City

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Donovan P. Harken—06/05/2021
Donovan's vehicle rolled up outside the bakery at closing time as instructed. He put it into park outside and glanced at the building to check Claud wasn't already approaching the car.

If he had a moment he looked at himself in the mirror and snuck out a comb, brushing back his hair again. He'd worn one of his nicer shirts, it's just white but nicer quality than what he considers his work shirts. He's wearing his black and white suspenders and some black slacks, no tie today. His wardrobe is uh....seemingly limited but at least it was semi-obvious when he made an effort. Heck he'd even worn his better cologne.

It's just coffee, but he doesn't want to look like a slob, right? wants to make a good impression. He gets a little distracted checking himself in the mirror, not out of vanity but self-consciousness.

Claud—06/05/2021
Claud had been teased by his co-workers all week, of course. The cashier told everyone on shift that Claud was now seducing the local crazy who was playing at being a cop, and it had only spiraled from there. Claud had groused and protested in response, objected to them calling Donovan crazy, but... well what was he trying to do? They were both just trying to be friendly, yeah? Nothing unusual about that. Claud had felt the man's loneliness, that couldn't be faked. And Claud wasn't trying to take advantage of that... right?

Leaving the bakery amid an unusual amount of laughing, whooping and jeers, Claud rolled his eyes at his co-workers and walked out to the waiting car. He could feel the nervous energy coming from the vehicle and he slowed his pace, trying to give Donovan enough time to notice him. In one of the mirrors he could see Don fussing with his hair, and Claud couldn't help the bloom of fondness that bloomed in his chest. He didn't really know what was going on between them, if anything, yet, but Donovan wasn't bad-looking that was for sure.

Donovan P. Harken—06/05/2021
Don is alerted first when he hears the muffled sounds of wooping from the bakery. What? why? he looks past the mirror and sees Claud coming, flushing and raising the flap the mirror is on and hiding the comb.

Did Claud see? ugh he'd probably think he was some sort of vain-

No nevermind, don't worry about it. He smoothed down his shirt as if to smooth down his nerves at the same time, smiling warmly and leaning over to open the car door from inside as best he could "Claud" he greeted sweetly "You ready? I've got the coffee in the back, got a few different kinds. You could say I came into a bit of money actually so I uh- figured we might as well have the good stuff." he smiled, he looks happier.

His voice might prompt a recent memory of a certain audio book though...

Claud—06/05/2021
If Claud was having any judgmental thoughts there was no indication of it. He helped open the door the rest of the way, "Well hey, that's great man! Congrats!" Claud beamed and paused, looking into the car with an unusual amount of intensity, then practically jumped into the seat and whipped the seatbelt on as fast as he could. "S-sorry, I didn't want to make the car angry again," he shakily explained, smile wobbly.

Then another realization hit him, Don's voice sounded very familiar. A friend had recommended a recently released audiobook and he'd been listening to it while doing chores around the house and...

Wait...

Haha, oh god. He stumbled on despite his growing blush, "So! Um, hey if you're cool with it, we could go back to my place and um." Be cool, be cool, be cool, don't think about his very sexy voice, "You wanna learn how to bake?"

Donovan P. Harken—06/06/2021
Donovan has no idea his voice has been recognized, he's trying to pretend such words had never left his mouth (thank you MB). The audio book never happened, nope.

"You sure you're okay with this? I... I know I'm still a stranger to you" Some aren't so comfortable taking a stranger to their home but he starts the car all the same.

If Claud agrees, he drives them there with his directions. Music plays softly on the stereo, it's probably a blissfully short journey compared to the walk Claud no doubt has to do each day.

Claud—06/06/2021
Claud relaxed a bit, trying to put the awkwardness behind him. "I don't mind. I consider myself a pretty good judge of character, and so far I think you've proven yourself to be trustworthy."

He gives Donovan directions and they're at his apartment in no time. It was funny how a long walk can be such a short car ride, but he didn't mind walking, especially now that everything was green and in bloom. It looked pretty good, for Square District.

Getting out of the car Claud said, "Hope you're up for some stair climbing. Sorry. I'm on the top floor and there's no lift. But I'm happy to help carry stuff." He smiled brightly.

Donovan P. Harken—06/06/2021
Donovan smiled happily at that "Well, I'll do everythin' in my power to keep that trust." he says, looking quite happy to hear someone did trust him.

He stepped out of the car and shut the door on his side, stepping around it to meet Claud with a smile "Oh a few stairs never bothered me. I keep in at least decent shape" he bounces a little in his step just to prove it. "Lead the uh- way." He smiled. He opts for carrying all he bought for them, he's regretting bringing spray cream now, that probably seems weird. Yeah. Probably, he just had some hot cocoa in there too and-

No no it's not weird. It's just for the cocoa. Claud seems reasonable, right!? there's marshmallows too to back up his reasons, the mini kind. He tugs his collar and follows easily enough up the stairs.

"Shame they don't have an elevator in here for you all, you ever thought about moving? easier said than done, I know. I've never left my place but there are less stairs."

Claud—06/06/2021
Claud smiled back at Donovan, appreciating his honesty, his energy. He unlocks the main building door and they begin climbing. Claud easily ascends the stairs, he's got a danseur's body, lots of strength in his legs.

"Eh, it's never bothered me that much, though plenty of my friends have complained," he chuckles. "They were supposed to fix the elevator right when I was moving in, but never did. Though in a way it's nice, anyone who wants to bother me has to work for it, might help discourage robbers, I guess? An' it's a nice place. I think it's worth a bit of inconvenience." Was he talking too much? Maybe Donovan was just out of breath. He was probably talking too much.

Donovan P. Harken—06/06/2021
Donovan laughed deeply, chest practically vibrating with the sound "Ah well... maybe I can keep an ear out for any technicians. Steve-O claimed he aids the Research District, maybe we can put that to the test hm?" he grins "Worth a try, those who don't ask don't get, my grandfather always used to say."

"Wouldn't want robbers to bother you though, no carded entry to the building? ... good thing about the SCPD is you generally need a card to get in unless you break down my boarded up windows" he chuckled and stuck close. He didn't seem bothered at all, in fact Donovan seemed so thrilled to have company that he was chattering away.

Claud—06/06/2021
Claud grinned when Donovan laughed; it was a good sound, resonant. The comment about Steve left him blinking in surprise though. Interesting. "Yeah, it's just a key entrance down there. Card access would probably be more secure, but," he shrugged. "Low-tech is cheap and relatively stable."

"I'm kind of surprised the SCPD building is still standing, glad to hear it's a safe place for you."

Donovan P. Harken—06/06/2021
Donovan had a heavy bag in one hand but he still managed to use the other hand to awkwardly rub the back of his neck "yeah it's still standing just about, it has seen its fair share of banditos though." he says it with a touch of fondness, he never hated the Ditos no matter how much trouble they put him through.

Goodness these are a lot of stairs.

"It's not much to look at anymore."

Claud—06/06/2021
There's that fondness again. It was strange and refreshing to see a cop who wasn't throwing his rank around to harass people, especially the local mischief-makers. But then Claud can feel Donovan's growing fatigue and he smiles apologetically, "Sorry, we're almost there." After another flight they were standing at Claud's door while Claud fumbled with the keys.

"Come on in, make yourself at home," Claud said, opening the door and gesturing Donovan inside. He tossed his valuables (keys, wallet, phone) into a dish on the kitchen counter. "Set up wherever you like," he said, gesturing to the kitchen. After opening the window by the small "dining" table, Claud finally pulled his hair out of its tight bun, shaking it loose, sighing and closing his eyes. Much better.

Donovan P. Harken—06/06/2021
Donovan stepped inside with a sigh of relief “this is a nice place you’ve got here” though it might be obvious that Don would have said that no matter what.

He crossed the room to the kitchen and rolled up his sleeves neatly, smiling as he pulled a selection of luxury coffee beans and cocoa free along with some creamers and marshmallows and the whipped cream, just a real indulgent treat with his paycheque.

He looked back over in time to see Claud shake his hair loose and his jaw went a little slack with surprise. How much hair did he have in that net anyway? He was in awe, shamefully attracted. He turned his head away quickly and hurried about looking for coffee mugs instead with bright rosy cheeks.

“W- what uh do you want first? Hot chocolate ? Coffee? Meet in the middle with a mocha?” He chuckled softly.

Claud—06/07/2021
Claud was very gratified by that reaction, and he smiled knowingly in Donovan's direction even though he was no longer looking. Maybe he only felt confident giving him that look specifically because Donovan wasn't looking.

"Ooh, a mocha sounds great," he said, walking back into the kitchen proper to join Donovan. "Man, you really did get the good stuff, damn." He opened a cupboard and showed Don where the mugs were. "Let me know if I can help in any way, I'm gonna get the bread ingredients all measured out." He passed behind Donovan again and went to the coat closet next to the door and took off his baker's smock, hanging it up. Underneath he was wearing a simple black tee which showed off his arms and pastel floral tattoos nicely. "OK, much better."

Donovan P. Harken—06/07/2021
Donovan smiled and went about pulling something else out of the bag, grinning like an idiot as he revealed a brand new coffee press. They weren't too expensive, he was so happy about it though. He set it aside and got some water boiling ready "Don't you worry, not much to do when it comes to coffee."

He looked practically giddy about it all, he was keen to have some damn coffee really.

When he looked back over Claud was out of his work clothes. Don smiled "Those tattoos are lovely." he says but then flusters a little, he doesn't want to come across weird for saying so.

Claud—06/07/2021
Claud marveled at the coffee press with Donovan, always happy to celebrate someone's successes with them. In another area of the kitchen Claud got the bread making supplies and ingredients all set out on the counter and ready to go. There weren't a lot of ingredients, he'd try to keep things simple for Donovan's first try.

He smiled at the compliment, not thinking it was strange or inappropriate at all. "Yeah, it took a number of years to save up to get it all done, but I'm really happy with the result."

Donovan P. Harken—06/07/2021
Donovan filled the coffee press with the luxury coffee and hot water and left it to brew for a little, when it seemed to be a good colour he poured each of them a mug, mixing in chocolate flakes, a little sugar and some cream to complete the mocha unless Claud protests to any of these things. He picks up the mugs and goes to Claud's side, looking down at the ingredients with a smile as he lingered close. "Well those years paid off, they look good."

"Here" he rumbled warmly and offered Claud his drink, taking a careful sip of his own "So ...bread. You sure you trust me around all this?" he chuckles softly, setting the mug aside out of the danger zone, away from any flying flour dust or particles.

"Back in Chicago my wife never did trust me with food, I think I cremated two meals before she took my kitchen rights away. Then I spose I got too busy with work to ever learn... then too ..." poor. "Low on funds to afford to learn here on the island."

Claud—06/08/2021
Claud grinned, accepting the mug, "Thanks." He took a long sip and nodded approvingly. "Yeah that's the good stuff right there." God his voice was nice...

He listened to Donovan's story while leaning against the counter, a soft expression on his face, nodding occasionally. Understanding, but not pitying. It was the sadly common story of families torn apart or scarred by violence of some kind or another. And then part of him wondered how old Donovan was. A wife, before the island? Claud hadn't been born here but the island was all he really remembered. Even if he had married young that would make him at least 10 years older than Claud. Not that it mattered, it's just that he looked so young.

"I think anyone can learn to cook and bake, plus I'll be here to help at every step," he said, encouragingly. "It's a great skill to have, and cheaper than buying ready-made meals. So, whaddya say?"

Donovan P. Harken—06/08/2021
Donovan smiled "Well then, I hope your faith in me is well placed." he says with a polite bow of his head as if addressing a teacher (well, he was!) "Lets do this, shall we?" he couldn't possibly go wrong with a guide, anyway, right? this was okay.

He made sure his sleeves were rolled up, then cracked his knuckles ready. It was obvious he was hyping himself up, he'd done so badly in the past that maybe there was a little lingering anxiety at attempting it now so many years later.

"What do we do first?"

Claud—06/08/2021
Claud smiled, confident and reassuring. "I've got everything measured out already, but one of the important things about baking is being exact with your measurements. Measuring by weight is ideal, but measuring by volume is fine too, as I've done here," he gestured at the various small bowls of ingredients. "We can go into techniques for how to measure later, if you're interested. Your most basic bread is flour, water, salt, sugar and yeast. That's it. Now, we'll start by activating, or proofing, the yeast." He picked up bowls and began pouring them into the large mixing bowl. "Warm, but not hot water, sugar and yeast. Give it a few stirs and then let it sit for 5 minutes. This activates the yeast, gets it growing, which will help the bread rise when it bakes." Claude was sure to speak an even, clear voice, looking to Donovan occasionally to make sure he didn't have any questions.

Grabbing his phone from the counter bowl he set a timer. "Timers are your best friend when cooking and baking." He picked up his mocha and sipped it appreciatively.

Donovan P. Harken—06/08/2021
Donovan nodded along with a very deer-in-the-headlights expression, but he was going to try. "Uh activating or proofing..." he mumbled but he didn't have a clue what that was, he hoped Claud was going to show him. He did explain, smiling and nodding, at least he had strong arms for stirring? That yeast was going to be so activated it didn't know what hit it.

He took the bowl and whatever stirring utensil he was provided and stirred it firmly "Like this?" he asked with a smile over his shoulder, stopping when instructed to stop. "This isn't so bad..." he felt like there were at least few ways he could fuck up right now.

"Timers, right. Makes sense." Common sense, really, but he shut down when it came to cooking. They had five minutes to kill now so he picked his mocha back up and sipped it, leaning against the counter to smile at Claud "What got you into all this anyway? ... did you just go into it for somethin' to do for work or did someone in your life inspire you?

Claud—06/09/2021
Claud appreciated Donovan's enthusiasm, and he was optimistic about this project. "Yep, just give it a few good stirs to dissolve the sugar," he prompted.

While Claud sipped and thought of an answer, he figured maybe it wouldn't be prudent to say, 'I'm sleeping with the owner,' so instead he said, "Yeah, a good friend of mine actually owns the place and I needed a job. Turns out I really love it, making bread especially. It's a great workout for your arms, too!" He laughed.

"How about you? If you don't mind me asking. You're obviously very passionate about what you do."

Donovan P. Harken—06/09/2021
Donovan beamed "Well that's great, and what a wonderful job. Must be very rewarding every time you get a fresh batch of bread out of the oven" he suspected nothing near to what the truth actually was!

"Oh me? ah.." he hesitated a little, there were lots of reasons, but one main one could be summed up quite easily. He sipped his coffee to buy himself time to think.

"I don't like to see the city split apart like this." he admits a little sadly. "I want a safe world for everyone, no gang wars, none of that. I'm not expecting to change it all myself but If I don't try then I don't know what I believe in anymore." he says and looks down into his mocha. It's a moment before he realizes he has gotten a bit too deep and tries to smile it away awkwardly "...you know sometimes I wonder if I'm clinging to the wrong thing. The police haven't got a great... reputation. Lately after something... Steve-O said to me I've been wondering if I didn't ought to just do something new that helps people but... see I wouldn't know where to start. I like doing what I'm already doing, protecting people, but I'm not joining a darn faction."

Claud—06/12/2021
Claud doesn't shy away from the shift in tone of the conversation. In fact he seems right at home in it. "I feel the same way," he says with a quiet intensity. "Almost exactly. I don't think I could ever be a police officer, but I try to help how I can, and stay as neutral as I can." He offers a sad smile, "I appreciate what you're doing. I wish more people were willing to stand up for what was right without violence." The timer beeped and Claud jumped a little before tapping the screen to silence it.

"You've mentioned Steve twice now. What you said before, is that true? That he's willing to help Squares?" As he talked he set down his mug, and began mixing the rest of the dry ingredients into the watery yeast mixture. First the salt, and after a few stirs, the flour. Every time he mixed something in he held up the small bowl to show Donovan what he was doing, then made sure he could see as he worked. It was just a lot of stirring for now, about 4 minutes to make sure everything was well combined.

Donovan P. Harken—06/12/2021
Donovan jumped because Claud jumped, ending up laughing as he realized what had caused the startle. When asked about Steve-O he tilted his head "Well, those were his own words. Something about Orange district being more than happy to share its resources with the research district. Depends what exactly he meant by that. But no harm in getting him to put his money where his mouth is huh?" he smiled.

He was more than happy to watch and take in what Claud was doing, though his eyes drifted to the room as his calculating eyes tried to figure out if Claud was living with anyone else who might come home at some point.

His stomach growls loudly and he grimaces, it's so easy to make his stomach flip.

"So, you got any hobbies?" he asks as he briefly scans the apartment again.

Claud—06/12/2021
Donovan seemed uninterested in talking about Steve, so Claud let the topic drop for now. He nodded in agreement, "One can hope." He'd have to look more into this.

There was a wall that partially enclosed the kitchen, but closer to the wall windows the kitchen opened up so you could see the sparsely decorated living room. The few pieces of furniture could be pushed aside to form a dance space no doubt, for there was a barre near one of the windows. Beyond the living room were two doors, the bathroom and bedroom.

"Uhh, I play guitar, and sing. Sometimes I play clubs n' bars. Just covers, you know, I'm not so good with writing my own stuff." Once the dough was properly mixed he carefully pulled it from the bowl, dusted the counter top and began kneading it. "Here, you wanna try? I can make us some food in the meantime, it's gonna be a while before this is ready. Anything you particularly like?"

Donovan P. Harken—06/12/2021
"Ah yes! You told me about that. You were going to play me a song? What sort of music do you play?" he asked a little sweetly as he picked up the dough without a second thought and started kneading it firmly with strong hands and big ol' sausage fingers. This part he knew he couldn't fuck up at least.

"This looking alright?" he asked as he kept folding the dough over to knead it some more. It made sense, maybe he wasn't so bad with food right?

There was an offer of food though and he looked up with a bit of a guilty frown "Ah you don't have to .." he grunts, he should be a gracious guest and accept what's offered but damn if he didn't feel bad whenever anyone offered him something.

"Well- nothing fancy yeah? don't need to go through all that effort for me. But I appreciate it Claud. You're too kind" he smiled and almost dropped the dough off the counter, turning quickly away with a flush to knead it more vigorously as if to make up for what was almost a terrible mistake.

Claud—06/12/2021
"Yeah, that's good!" Claud encouraged. "If you get tired let me know, we gotta knead it for like 10 minutes." Then he started looking through the kitchen for ingredients to make a meal with. "How do you feel about noodles?" He felt bad, wishing he could offer something other than typical bachelor food but, well. That's what he was.

"I can play a whole bunch of stuff, rock, folk, jazz. Pretty much whatever strikes your fancy." He started a pot of water boiling, and assembled the ingredients: dry noodle packets, bullion cubes, some packets of dried "vegetables(?)," spices, and amazingly some fresh green onions, cut from a plant on the windowsill. In fact, there were quite a number of plants in the apartment, sitting by the windows mostly. "There anything you like, any bands or songs?"

Donovan P. Harken—06/12/2021
Donovan chuckled deeply to himself for seemingly no reason as he was offered the option to ask for help "I don't knead any help" he says with a low chuckle, apparently amusing himself with a terrible pun. He looks apologetically over his shoulder at Claud.

Noodles are mentioned and the laughter stops, eyes widening. He swallows and presses a hand to his chest "I'd love some noodles. My grandfather used to make me ramen long ago when I was a boy, guess I love all noodles now. Reminds me of him you know?" he shares warmly and seems to smile with a whole lot of love and affection for his late family.

"I like a bit of everything, bit more into rock and blues though myself." pulling his hand from his chest he looked down and noticed a doughey hand print and groaned. Great now he looked even more of an idiot!

"I'm a swing man myself, big lover of the neo and electro stuff but that's not all I like."Like a bit of Bowie, bit of Supertramp... Fleetwood Mac... Oh, you really gotta feel Pink Floyd, Wish you were here..." he trails off for a moment and then clears his throat loudly as if to compose himself.

"The Cure! I do enjoy them too... you know that one? Friday I'm in love" he hummed the tune thoughtfully as he kneaded the bread to the rhythm in his head, not realizing he'd rambled so much "But you're welcome to surprise me, I do like surprises. The good ones anyway."

Claud—06/13/2021
Claud laughs, always appreciative of a good (bad?) pun. "Oh no! I was not bready for that pun!" Donovan touched his chest with his hand and Claud chuckled a bit at that, "Ahh, sorry, I should'a offered you an apron. You can still have one if you like, but flour washes right out. If you let it dry most of it'll even flake off."

"Yeah! Yeah yeah yeah!" Claud got more excited the more songs and bands Donovan named that he not only knew, but loved. The mention of Pink Floyd makes him almost wistful; he loved their music, Dark Side of the Moon in particular, and it was an album that had been present at important turning points in Claud's life.

"I can dance swing as well, if ya wanna dance later too," Claud offered with a grin, dropping ingredients into the boiling water. "Actually I can dance just about anythin'. Which brings us to the matter of vibe." He started stirring in the dry noodles, keeping them moving in the broth to help them from sticking together as they cooked. "I've got an emotion vibe, so if we dance together, or if I play for you, it will activate. It basically allows me to have a more connected experience with whoever I'm dancing with, or playing with or for. If you're not comfortable with that I understand, we can just listen to music an' chat, or whatever."

Donovan P. Harken—06/13/2021
Donovan BARKS with laughter at that pun ... he clearly wasn’t expecting it “we’re on a roll!” He chuckled deeply, the laughter creasing the corners of his eyes.

“Don’t worry about the apron, this dough has to be about done soon anyway” it sure was getting tough but he didn’t mind.

He feeds off Claud’s enthusiasm for the songs but then he isn’t expecting to hear that Claud can swing “you’re full of surprises aren’t you, Claud?” There’s a more tender smile there, a dance partner for the evening sounded real good.

Oh but there was a catch. Of course.

He seems to think on it for a long time “... I would worry that you might..” he doesn’t know how to finish it. Pity him? Think he was pathetic? See how he was really feeling?

“But it’s your vibe, no need to set it aside. I’d love to dance with you... as long as you go easy on me for whatever your vibe detects, yeah?” The hesitation was there but he was more than willing to do it anyway.

Claud—06/13/2021
Claud groaned at the return pun, but he was grinning, enjoying the back and forth. "Yeah, just a few more minutes of kneading if you don't mind. You're doughing great."

His smile saddened a bit, full of understanding. "My vibe certainly can facilitate a certain amount of, mm, vulnerability that a lot of folks tend to not be comfortable with. But I assure you I've gotten very good at "not looking," if that makes any sense? And plus I'll be as "bare" to you as you are to me. It's not just emotions though, it's more like..." All these years and still he struggled to explain himself, his vibe to others. "It's communication, facilitation. If we dance, my vibe makes it easier to understand one another's movements. If we play or sing together, it helps us stay in tune and on beat." He stirred the noodles, blushing a bit. "I hope this isn't making it more intimidating," he admitted.

Donovan P. Harken—06/13/2021
Donovan actually groaned at that pun, oh how the tables have turned! It made him laugh much harder.

Claud explained how it all worked and Donovan kept on kneading in silence for a moment, one could probably hear the cogs turning in his brain.

“You’ve been very kind to me..” he begins slowly and looks back at Claud “I trust you with this. Do whatever is comfortable for you and I’ll adjust. I’d be more uncomfortable if you hid who you are for me, you know?” He smiled, he was nervous but it was better in his mind than Claud suppressing his vibe.

“I’ll be happy either way, rare I get to dance with a partner these days.” His fingers started to ache but he kept on kneading.

Claud—06/13/2021
Claud laughed at Donovan's reaction, enjoying the banter. He clicked the stove off, pulled two bowls from the cupboard, and dished up the noodles.

Once this was done Claud went over to Donovan's work area to see how he was doing. "Yeah, it's a workout, right?" he said sympathetically. "May I?" he asked, gesturing at the dough, before gently taking it and giving it a few more test kneads. "This is good! Next step is letting it rise in an oiled bowl, so it doesn't stick." He took the original large bowl and wiped it down with some oil before he carefully placed the ball of dough back inside, then covered it with some plastic wrap. "Unfortunately bread making is a lot of 'hurry up and wait,' so we're going to have to let it rise for another hour at least. Plenty of time to eat, relax, dance, whatever." He grinned.

"I'll do my best to show you a good time," he winked. "But first let's get cleaned up and have some noodles!" He went over to the sink and started to wash his hands. "I got forks and chopsticks, whichever you prefer."

Donovan P. Harken—06/13/2021
Donovan stepped away when Claud jumped in, moving to wash his hands clean. "Oiled bowl" he muttered with a look over his shoulder, committing it to memory. Maybe he'd be able to do this at home ....he wondered if his oven still even worked!

He turned to lean against the counter. He didn't show it outwardly but he was still nervous about the dancing as much as he was excited to have someone to dance with.

'I'll do my best to show you a good time'

Donovan's very clearly easy to fluster, cheeks going bright red again. "Hah- yes well, that's very kind of you, but don't go too far out of your way for me." Oh right, his coffee! He picked it up and sipped it, it hadn't cooled down too much at least.

"I'm a chopsticks man" he grinned and folded his arms while he waited "You know this was me owing you, but you've already given me more than I've given you in return... all I brought with me was coffee. I'll definitely have to treat you to something next time, maybe a fancy cafe in purple, or a wafflenoms in Orange. That is if I can get... my car painted" he huffed and sagged "Harder to move around Orange now with the purple."

Claud—06/13/2021
Claud smiled kindly at that blush. He wasn't trying to be too much of a stinker, but he loved teasing and being familiar with people. "Ahh, don't you fret. Really, I'm happy to make food from scratch, it's much cheaper. And I know good coffee ain't cheap. Though I do enjoy me some Wafflenoms," he grinned, carrying the bowls over to the small table.

"Yeahhh, even if it's not a nice paint job, getting some white, grey or black on your car would be better than people thinking you're aligned with one faction or another. Even if it's just a spray-paint job." He set out chopsticks and napkins. "But I suppose we could always walk there." You know, like everyone else did on the island. He grabbed two glasses and filled them with water and set them on the table as well.

"Oh, and I'm happy to get you the bread recipe. You're welcome to practice with me a few more times, it can take getting used to."

Donovan P. Harken—06/13/2021
Donovan chuckled "Well to repay you I'd...have to cook wouldn't I? And since I can't I figure wafflenoms is a good option."

He nodded in agreement regarding his vehicle "It's subtle but it gets noticed... ah, no idea if you've heard of Frankie? well who hasn't." he chuckled and looked away, rubbing the hair at the back of his head "I know he was just trying to help, was real kind of him. But it sure has made my life hard." he shrugged "not as hard as it'd be if he hadn't gotten my car fixed though. I'm grateful... but like I said, UG aren't so keen on the new paint job."

He leaned forwards for one of the glasses of water with a mutter of thanks and a gentle sip. But then he stared past the lip of the glass at the table and how nicely it was set out.

It hit him a little fast, he was having a meal made for him, fresh bread. Coffee had turned into dinner, this wasn't a date right? ...right? his cheeks warmed and he looked quickly at Claud to try and figure out what he was thinking.

No no he was being an idiot, this was just an act of kindness.

"U-uh yeah I'd love to, actually. Better to practice with someone who knows what they're doing before I attempt it on my own, right?" he smiled broadly, trying to hide the weird conflict in his mind that had washed over him.

Claud—06/13/2021
Had he heard of Frankie... Claud is sitting at the table, and he leans on his elbows, resting his chin in a hand. "Yeah, I heard 'a him," he replied cooly. Frankie? Trying to help but making things more complicated? You don't say... Claud smiled fondly, knowingly, but made no further comment regarding the mafioso. "Yeah, bit of a white elephant gift, innit?"

He seemed to realize the same thing about the same time that Donovan did, but he just smiled even as Donovan started panicking. He just couldn't help himself. If he had the power to help someone, he would. He couldn't let this man remain hungry in his house when he had food to share. And if maybe later the fella wanted to call it a date, well then he was happy to do that too.

Claud scooped some noodles into his mouth with his chopsticks, and once he'd chewed he said, "You know, you don't always gotta worry about debts and shit being so one-to-one, at least not with me you don't. I work the job I do in part because I like lookin' after others, and when I have enough to share, I do. I appreciate you tryin' ta repay me but like, don't let it make ya crazy, yeah?" He grinned.

Donovan P. Harken—06/13/2021
Donovan laughed and then looked at his drink a little guiltily "Yeah, but I am grateful." it was just ...the rest that didn't help.

Donovan caught Claud looking at him as he panicked and tried to quickly pretend nothing was going on, cheeks burning. Why was he like this? ... tens of years and he's reduced to an awkward bumbling fool over noodles? He needs to shape up!

He reached happily for his bowl and drew it near, scooping noodles directly from the bowl into his mouth and slurping them up in huge quantities only to realize- oh. Right his etiquette had suffered over the years.

He chewed with an apologetic look in his eyes, so used to sucking up the whole damn bowl or cup in almost one go "Uh sorry" he said and dabbed at his mouth with a napkin "I need to remember how to eat politely heh, that was- well-" he huffed, disappointed with himself for putting on a bad show.

"I know, I mean- I suppose I'm just looking for an excuse to take you out again" he smiled a little shyly, the corners of his lips creasing "Course you might not want me to - that's alright too!" he stuttered and added "But if you wanted to, well I'd be more than happy."

Claud—06/14/2021
Claud smiled, amused, endeared, interested. "I would love to go out with you," he grinned. "But, and I apologize if I've misunderstood, if you plan to pursue me in a romantic way, I must inform you that I'm polyamorous. But if that doesn't bother you then I'm sure we can have a good time together." He lifted his bowl and sipped his broth, giving Donovan a moment to think, if he needed it.

Donovan P. Harken—06/14/2021
Donovan seems to lose his confidence the moment it’s directly addressed, he’s all mixed up inside like he doesn’t really know what he wants. He stares at his noodles but he can’t eat.

“Nothing wrong with just going out, right? As friends?” His heart is heavy, sad, lonely but he smiles rather convincingly over the top of it all.

“Not that you being Poly bothers me!” He adds quickly in case he’d been interpreted wrongly.

Damn it, why was he so bad at this?

Claud—06/14/2021
Claud smiled, easily, reassuringly. He could sense that deeper loneliness, the confusion and indecision. Donovan isn't the first bi-curious guy he'd confused and interested. "Nothin' wrong with that at all. I'd love to get to know you better." He gave just a small push with his vibe, making his intentions more readable: he meant what he said.

Donovan P. Harken—06/14/2021
Donovan swallowed tightly and nodded, he was regretting his cowardice but a push from Claud’s vibe makes him blink with surprise and then smile up at him.

“I could use a friend” it comes out before he really thinks about it and he grunts, feeling a bit silly for admitting it. He buries himself in his noodles, stuffing more in his mouth.

The noodles don’t dance long and he runs a hand through his hair to centre himself a little.

He stands and offers his hand to Claud “shall we dance?” He offers with a smile.

Claud—06/14/2021
Again Claud rewards Donovan's bravery in his admission with a genuine smile and a feeling of understanding. "And I think I would very much like you as a friend."

Donovan hides in his noodles and Claud finishes his own bowl. Without being too obvious about it, Claud catches a glimpse of Donovan as he smooths back his hair. He was a very handsome man, and Claud suspected Donovan probably didn't even know.

"Let's," he agrees, taking his hand and walking with him to the living room. In one corner stood the sound system, and a few guitars were sat on their stands near an amp. "What did you have in mind?"

Donovan P. Harken—06/14/2021
Donovan absolutely had no idea, maybe once he’d had some pride in his appearance but the island was different. Where once he was admired for his dedication to his role and propositioned regularly, now folks went out of their way to avoid the ‘cop’ or the local crazy. He’d gotten older, he’d stopped caring about it for a long time.

He buds with delight as Claud’s hand lands in his and he follows him to the living room.

“I was thinking .. well how do you feel about Frank Sinatra? Let’s face the music and dance?” It wasn’t too fast, not too slow either. Perfect pace for their first dance.

He eyes the guitars curiously.

Claud—06/15/2021
Claud brightened at the suggestion, "I love Sinatra!" he said, nodding and walking over to the sound system too queue up the song. "Yeah man, anything you like."

Noticing Donovan's line-of-sight, Claud grinned, "You play? Sorry I uh, didn't ask before." There was a well-loved red electric-acoustic next to a newer black electric.

Donovan P. Harken—06/15/2021
Donovan laughs "Me? no. I wish! I'll tell you what I could play though, the trumpet" he beamed proudly at that "Used to dance and play in a swing band. Was the best time but responsibilities took over and...well, wasn't bringing enough money in. Haven't been able to play for years, trumpets cost money." he sighed, looking upwards for a moment as if remembering.

"Anyway" he brings himself back down to the present. "We were going to dance."

He grips Claud's hand, seeming ten years younger just at the anticipation of dancing. The trumpets cut in boldly as the song begins to play "Of course, I do admire those who can play the guitar." he quirks a brow.

'There may be trouble ahead.... but while there's moonlight, and music, and love and romance, lets face the music and dance...'

He doesn't think too much about the lyrics, he raises Claud's hand above his head and places his other meaty hand upon his hip, twisting his hips and stepping sideways and smiling as he dances to the pace of the music. A loud trumpet blares and he spins Claud away from him only to draw him back in.

He's elated, joyful. In his element. Forgetting his worries.

♫ Frank Sinatra "Let's Face the Music and Dance" ♪

Claud—06/16/2021
"Oh shit! No kiddin!" Claud beamed back at him, genuinely excited. Damn, they needed to get this man a trumpet. A musician without their instrument? Unacceptable, as cruel as depriving someone of any of the other necessities of life.

Claud takes Donovan's hand and he offers him a coy smile and an infinitesimal reddening of his cheeks. "Well thank ya'." They move together as easily as if they'd practiced this choreography a hundred times before. Except they'd never even danced together before of course. And yet somehow it was both rehearsed and fresh, controlled and energetic. Claud shows Donovan all that he had to offer as a dance partner, getting caught up in the other man's joy. He's even matching the style and general feeling of Donovan's movements. He's doing the dance equivalent of listening to the people around you and blending when choral singing.

Donovan P. Harken—06/16/2021
Donovan was taking it easy but he was still impressed by how easily Claud matched up with him, seasoned dancers needed to take time to get to know each other but Claud seemed to take it all in his stride. "You're good at this" he says with an edge of excitement, he doesn't exactly run into many swing dancers in the research district. There's a fondness leaking through for this 'stranger' that he has only just met, but is very quickly coming to enjoy the company of.

He pulls Claud to him by his hips and turns, practically lifting Claud off the floor before spinning him away and drawing him back in. He continues like this, enjoying how their movements flow as if practiced. His heart hammers, he forgets to catch himself with self doubt and depreciation about it too. He's just having a good time.

"So what song are you going to play for me?" he asks directly into his dance partner's ear as he draws him back in,, barely above the volume of the music.

Claud—06/16/2021
"That's the vibe!" Claud said happily in response to Donovan's observation. Ballet training instinct kicks in and Claud jumps into the lift, but his vibe communicates his intentions to Donovan on a subconscious level. He'd be ready for it.

Donovan gave him the large blocks of movement and Claud added flourishes where appropriate, and with movements that mirrored, complimented, and continued Donovan's own. Soon they had worked out a comfortable 'call and response' with their dancing. Communication without words. Conversation in movement.

Then that voice, the same Claud had heard in the recording, sounds close to his ear, sending a small thrill through him. Oh, was Donovan flirting with him? He seemed a different person when he was dancing, when he was happy. But then again, wasn't that true of everyone?

"Hmm," he replied, coy, "I don't know that I've decided quite yet. Got any specific requests?" he grinned as Donovan spun him away again, long hair flowing. "Something you mentioned before maybe? You in any particular mood?"

Donovan P. Harken—06/16/2021
Donovan smirked and looked away while they danced, he kept opting (perhaps subconsciously) for moves that drew Claud into him, keeping him close at all times. "I also mentioned I like surprises" he replies, equally as coy. He chuckles though, a deep baritone sound that vibrates through the room.

"You said you liked Pink Floyd, how about 'Time'? ah of course you don't have to. Plenty of other good songs." he says sheepishly, worrying that it might be too heavy for tonight. He spins Claud again and pulls him in one more time as the song ends and dips him, leaning over him with a warm smile.

His cheeks warm a little as he realizes what he's doing though and if Claud said nothing he'd quickly stand them both back up "Well-!" he flusters "That was a nice dance wasn't it? well, we don't have too long before the bread's done uh- maybe that song." he stutters.

Claud—06/16/2021
If Donovan is dancing overly close Claud doesn't notice, or at least he doesn't mind. And being held close meant all the better to feel that baritone rumble through his body, wow. But instead of making any untoward comments or advances he simply answers, "Naw man, 'Time's' great! I'm happy ta play it for ya."

Donovan dips him and Claud doesn't think anything of it, other than how much he enjoyed the dance. He says nothing, however, just grins and stands up when Donovan pulls him out of the dip. "Well aren't you fulla surprises," he said appreciatively, and patted Donovan on the shoulder. "Don't you worry, that bread ain't going anywhere," Claud reassured and crossed the room to get his guitar and to queue up the rhythm track. "You sing? You gonna join in? Cuz ya should," he offers gently, not wanting to pressure him, but wanting to help him feel welcome.

Donovan P. Harken—06/17/2021
Donovan "Doughn't you worry, if that bread rolls out of here the yeast I can do is catch it for you." he says as he follows Claud and wheezes into the back of his hand, trying not to crack up. Oh no, he's in a silly mood after a good dance and the puns are out in full force.

"I'm sorry that was... abhorrent" he dips his head in apology, lips twitching as he continues to try not to laugh. He slides down to sit on the couch, smiling at Claud.

"I sing a bit, not a great singer but people used to say they liked the grit of m' voice, I guess that counts for somethin' eh?" he says with a tilt of his head "I'll sing with you."

Claud—06/19/2021
Claud groaned good-naturedly at the puns, laughing while he pulled the guitar strap over his head and checked the tuning. "Well, hopefully it'll be bready to bake after this seven minute song," he chuckled. Once satisfied with the sound he looked up at Donovan and winked.

"Aw hell yeah! Yeah man, you've got a great voice." He started the rhythm track and the apartment filled with the cacophony of many ringing clocks. This faded and the indelible ticking of the beat replaced it. Soon Claud struck the first notes as they began their journey into the song.

♫ Pink Floyd - Time (2011 Remastered) ♪

Donovan P. Harken—06/19/2021
Donovan snorted unattractively, unable to help it at the joke. He was a sucker for puns and he couldn't deny it. He flushed easily as his voice was praised, even before he started singing. Was it a good voice? he'd never thought about it really, not much. Well not a good voice, apparently a great voice.

He smiles and listens, when the chorus finally comes in he sings with his gravelly voice "Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day, Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way, Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown, Waiting for someone or something to show you the way" he rumbled it all softly, eyes glazed over a little as if the tune meant something to him, or at least he certainly was feeling it in his soul.

He smiled at Claud as he snapped out of it for a moment, a budding fondness there in his eyes.

Claud—06/20/2021
Claud sang the melody with Donovan for most of the verse, albeit in a higher register, though he occasionally separated into harmony. At first Donovan can feel that Claud is joyful, really enjoying the collaboration, but then his mood shifts to something more layered and nuanced. He's still enjoying the singing, but the emotions the lyrics evoke in him begin to grow more complicated, more appropriate to the song, part of him aware that Donovan would be more perceptive of his feelings as he played. Donovan smiles at him and he smiles back, echoing the fond feelings.

He performs the second verse with fitting bitter-sweetness. In some ways he felt the lyrics keenly. In other ways he felt that in the last decade he'd finally stopped wasting his life, so there were some conflicting emotions.

Claud poured himself into the guitar solo, also softly singing the backup vocalizations. He loved it when he could really focus on his playing, his head bent over the guitar, long hair hanging around his face.

Donovan P. Harken—06/21/2021
Donovan smiled tenderly, though Claud would no doubt feel the sad and sentimental feelings that accompanied the song for Donovan too, and these simply mingle and mix with Claud's own feelings. It's so strange to feel what another was feeling, nice, connected. He hadn't felt connected to anyone much in the last few years and when it happened it was rare. Certain things had made him cold, others had warmed his heart.

He sang, eyes lidded as he looked away. Was he wasting his life? should he just suck it up and join a faction, throw away everything that he believes in? ...would he be happier that way?

Donovan sighs at the end of the verse, looking over again at Claud only to smile and feel a swell of affection at the sight of that beautiful long hair covering his face. He reaches out to brush it sweetly back behind Claud's ear without a second thought but then he catches himself and a tsunami of panic, dread and regret hit him, all wrapped up in denial and he yanks his hand back to himself as if he'd burned it.

He keeps on singing with a shaken up voice to save face, suddenly more aware of Claud's vibe than ever. Was it okay? was any of this okay? Is this even really what he wants?

Maybe he's just lonely, maybe he's desperate for a connection, or to be loved and Claud can tell. He's spiraling inside his own mind even though he keeps up a fairly convincing front.

Claud—06/23/2021
Claud couldn't help but throw himself, and his vibe, into the song. He tried not to over do it, but he didn't draw the kinds of crowds that he did by being half-assed. To be fair, he didn't draw huge crowds, but he always did his best, and he was starting to see familiar faces in his audiences, which was more than he ever expected.

And then Donovan almost touches him, and Claud is a little saddened when he doesn't, when he feels Donovan get all twisted up inside himself. But he's seen this song and dance before, and it's nothing new to him. And yet he's still not quite sure of what to do, how best to help, so he opts for simply smiling and not making a big deal of it. He tries to soothe Donovan's growing agitation, but of course, this was not, traditionally, a comforting song, and his vibe was powerless in the face of the emotions inspired by music.

Donovan P. Harken—06/24/2021
Donovan's body seems to hum and radiate bright golden energy, especially his eyes as the song continues and his vibe begins to mix visually with it all.

His voice cracks, it's very subtle but Claud would no doubt feel the surge of longing for home, he misses his wife and his daughter, he knows he'll never see his family again. He wonders if this is right, if he should even be here, longs too for Claud to be braver than he is.

It's all twisted up into one big dark cloud but there's so much affection surrounding it, too. He's both happy and unhappy simultaneously, he just wants to be able to relax! Why is it so hard?

Claud—06/25/2021
Claud blinked in surprise when Donovan started radiating. So he was a vibe user after all.

Was this a subconscious pattern of his, to be interested in men with glowing, golden vibes? He kept his feeling of gentle amusement to himself.

His voice was soft, reverent really, as they finished out the song. He could feel the turmoil Donovan was experiencing, the conflicting emotions, the tension, and the desire. Desire for a lost home, for loved ones, and... he wanted something from Claud, too, though Claud wasn’t sure what.

Instead of fading out, however, Claud kept on playing the instrumental for ‘Breathe,’ not singing, just continuing to play, slow and soft. Carefully Claud sat next to Donovan so the neck of the guitar was pointed away from him, not cuddling up to him, but still very close. Deliberately reaching out with his emotions he projected his feelings of love and acceptance towards Donovan. Claud was trustworthy, his vibe said, you could talk to him, he’d understand.

Finally he broke the silence with his words, “Hey, thanks for sharing that song with me. I can tell it means a lot to you.” That was an understatement of course, but people tended to freak out if they knew just how thoroughly his vibe could lay bare their emotions.

♫ Breathe by Pink Floyd Instrumental Guitar Cover ♪

Donovan P. Harken—06/25/2021
Donovan loses himself in the instrumental cover, tired eyes fixed on the strings as he listens to Claud play. He's so close and Donovan can feel what radiates off him, he wonders if it really is safe, he feels guilty for his distrust. After a moment he chooses to believe what he can feel, a nervous love and affection radiates back, it's clear the lonely cop has a lot of love to give all locked away in there but no certainty inside him.

He trusts the acceptance, he's sure for a moment that he won't be judged. That this is okay.

Donovan edges forwards a little until part of his chest presses gently to the back of Claud's shoulder, it's progress. The song ending creates conversation that snaps him out of his trance. He blinks sharply, cheeks warming rapidly "Uh- I - uh- " he cleared his throat "Yes. It reminds me of home." he explained softly "And... well, times wondering if I was doing the right thing, I suppose." he looked aside. One of those times was now, he knew it was. Happiness always within reach but yet he's never bold enough to grasp it.

He presses his chest a little more into Claud's arm, pretending not to notice. He knows he's a coward, he's still searching for the courage to do...what? to admit this is a date? or their next day out might be a date? He doesn't know.

Claud—06/26/2021
Claud's emotions rise to meet Donovan's and there is a harmonic warmth between them, a wordless understanding. Just as casually, Claud snuggles back against him, even leaning his head back to rest against the taller man's shoulder. "Mmm," Claud makes a soft sound of understanding and nods his head. He can feel Donovan's anxiety rising and he counters with the soft assurance that there is time, there is still time, no need to rush.

"You mentioned Chicago? Where is that, if you don't mind me asking? What's it like?" Claud gently inquired, hoping that getting Donovan talking would help with his anxiety. He's still occasionally strumming his guitar, soft chords filling the silence of the apartment so it wouldn't become unbearable. Eventually he slides into another song.
https://youtu.be/LY0c6qc95oI
Steve Howe Mood For a Day

Donovan P. Harken—06/26/2021
Donovan's heart hammers against the back of Claud's shoulder as he leans back, he lifts one trembling hand as if he's going to slip an arm around Claud. He pauses for a moment and then rather dramatically THRUSTS his arm around Claud's waist and practically cringes into himself. He clenches his eyes shut, grits his teeth and turns his head away.

...

One eye opens and he peers down at Claud, slowly starting to relax "O-oh uh- ChicAgo." that question was always jarring, even though it was pretty standard that many didn't know "You know of the United States of America? ...It's uh ...here." he fishes out his phone quickly and almost drops it twice but then he brings it up in front of Claud. There's a baby as the wallpaper, a little girl in someones arms, he dosn't talk about it unless asked and gets up an image of the world from his files. Apparently he has been asked it enough times int he past that when he zooms in, Chicago and Illinois are indicated in America "It's here... no idea where we are really... " he said it sadly, wishing he knew how near or far he was to home at least but maybe it was better that he didn't.

He's homesick, even after all this time and that radiates directly to Claud. Then after a moment he remembers his arm and swallows dryly, pulling Claud closer as he started going through photos of Chicago. There's one of him, much younger in tails. It's funny really, he looks like the sort of showman who'd have performed alongside hotshots like Frankie back then "Used to be pretty big in Chicago before ...well, responsibility and all that took hold. Had to give it all up." he passes photos of beautiful ballrooms and dance floors with big and beautiful chandeliers. He warms with nostalgic feelings as well as longing.

Claud—06/26/2021
Claud had to bite his lower lip to keep from giggling when he was suddenly grabbed, but that wouldn't be very polite. Donovan was trying his best. Claud couldn't help but radiate fondness, kindly amusement, and comfort through his vibe though. With a hum he relaxed against Donovan even more, and snuggled close while he showed him photos on his phone. Claud didn't want to pry but he was intensely curious of course. He just wasn't sure yet how much he was allowed to ask, how much would hurt for Donovan to talk about. "Ohh, ok, yeah! I heard about the US in movies n' like, music history. I don't know it as well as I should I guess, sorry."

Donovan's arm is a comforting warmth around him though the nostalgia and longing is bittersweet. Seeing the photos of Donovan in coat tails Claud grew excited, "You were a ballroom dancer? Competitive?"

Donovan P. Harken—06/26/2021
Donovan laughed quietly, amusement radiating from him. Never did he think that people would have only heard of the united states in movies "It's the main setting for a lot of movies, America was pretty self-centered" he joked "Hollywood especially- er it's the place they made a lot of films, lots of studios for big companies." he explained, realizing that might not have made sense unless Claud watched something with it in. Cats don't dance, Bolt... well those were animated films but sometimes Don liked to imagine watching them with his daughter.

"Oh yeah, SO competetive" he chuckled "Swing, tap, you name it. I was dazzling, people came to see me" he looked up at the ceiling and seemed to remember it clearly in his minds eye.

"Every saturday night, bright lights, a lady on each elbow" he winked and chuckled softly.

"Why they sent me here, I spose."

Claud—06/26/2021
Claud nodded and smiled, enjoyed hearing about a world he hadn't known, would probably never know. Donovan reminisced and Claud could imagine it all from those descriptions and the few photos he'd seen. You're still dazzling, he wanted to say, but was brought up short by the last thing Donovan had said.

"You were sent here?" Claud knew, even in the beginning, that the island had had an unusual connection to musical ability and dance before V-Day, but he never thought that someone might be sent to the island specifically for that reason. "Why?"

Donovan P. Harken—06/26/2021
"Well, I agreed to come here. Enlisted I suppose. Lots of us, dancers, singers too I think. I guess we can sort of see why now huh? if this...was their plan anyway" he held out a hand and a little golden wisp rose from it and dissipated.

"We'll never know now, I ‘spose. We all thought we were going to get paid well and our family would never have to worry about money again. I was going to send money back you see? to my family" he explained it all, it was sad, sorrowful but he had obviously come to terms with it to a degree after so many years.

"So to answer your question...for money. They dangled a carrot in front of me and I went for it because me and my wife were struggling. I didn't bring her here with me like others did, she stayed because of the baby, and her parents." he heaved a big sigh.

"Sorry, this is heavy" an air of guilt surrounds him.

Claud—06/26/2021
"Hey," Claud said, laying a hand on Donovan's knee and looking up at him, "I asked. Thank you for sharing all of this with me. I don't really know as much history as I should."

"And I'm sorry you were parted from your wife and child like that." Claud didn't try to "fix" or change what Donovan was feeling, he just sat with him in the emotion, experienced it with him. "You made the best decision you could have at that time."

And now the workaholism and ascetic, punitive lifestyle was really starting to make sense. Before, Claud had wanted to ask why Donovan wasn't dancing any more. Well, now he thought he might have an idea.

Donovan P. Harken—06/26/2021
He danced, but so often now it wasn't for fun but just for utility. Catching naughty Dito's and telling them off for tagging walls, knocking down burglars. Easy to forget one's roots.

The hand on his knee sends sparks up the touch-starved man's spine and he feels vaguely ashamed of how much just this small contact did for him. Pathetic, he thought.

"Thank you." he told Claud with a smile and a gentle squeeze, heart swelling. "I know I won't see them again, I fought it a lot longer than the others did probably ...maybe I still am, in a way. You have to wonder if these powers would go with us though...the thought of losing part of me like that is scary too. Wouldn't you agree? if it just...wasn't there anymore." He remembered being afraid Vibe was disappearing during the flares, wondering if it was a death rattle before the end. It wasn't.

"I've talked a lot about me, though" he says and turns Claud a little towards him "What about your family? Do they live near here?"

Claud—06/26/2021
Claud wants to directly confront that pang of shame that Donovan was feeling, but aside from a brief knitting of his brow he continues to say nothing direct about what he can sense. He had his ways, and he knew how to bide his time. "I had a, a lover who fantasized with me sometimes about escaping the island. I don't think the powers would go with us. Sometimes I'm convinced I can feel the beat coming from STEP Tower. It's what the bosses are at each other's throats about, though, isn't it? Control of the Tower, control of everyone's vibe." He shook his head. "But, yes, I don't think I could be the person I am now without my vibe." Claud looked down at his hand on Donovan's knee, remembering. "I really mean that. I remember a little bit before V-Day, I was only 12, but. My vibe helps me... be able to talk to people in a way that just seemed so closed off to me before."

Claud hummed softly to himself and planned how to answer. He didn't mind talking about his family, he just hated seeing people's reactions, hated causing them pain on his behalf. He looked up again, "Nah, no family. Well, like, not by blood, at least," he smiled sadly. "I've got a few dysfunctional shit heads I spend the holidays with," he laughed, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Donovan P. Harken—06/26/2021
Donovan smiled gently at the idea of those who weren't familiar with the rest of the world fantasizing about seeing it. "Yeah? ...were you shy then?" he asked with a chuckle "My vibe helps me get by, helps me protect what's mine and protect others. It's part of me now, couldn't imagine being without it." he rumbles.

When Claud talks about his chosen family and 'dysfunctional shit heads' he raises a brow, hand moving idly to brush his fingers briefly over Claud's hand on his knee but then he quickly retreats to his other knee to almost pretend it was a mistake, he keeps losing his nerve. "That sounds nice, either way" he laughs deeply but then a more serious silence falls. Curiosity and nerve fill the space between them before he asks...

"What does... being poly mean to you ..? like ...how does...that work?" he asks dumbly, cheeks rosy as he stares away at anything but Claud.

Claud—06/27/2021
Claud smiled when Donovan asked if he was shy. "In a sense, I guess so..." There was a lot more to it than that, but he didn't think it would be appropriate to just info dump on the man unless he specifically asked.

He felt that eyebrow raise, or rather the questioning emotion that accompanied it, and chuckled, "It's a term of endearment, I promise." Donovan reached a hand towards him, then lost his nerve, and Claud wondered briefly if he was putting too much pressure on him. But Donovan was the one who had put his arm around Claud, and Claud couldn't help but smile at that small but brave step forward.

"Ah, well, for me it means being very open and willing to communicate with my partners, first and foremost, about the fact that I'm not exclusive and really have no intention to be." Claud's windows had a good collection of plants on their sills, and a nice view of the city. Lots of interesting things to look at. "Before I really knew myself I was dating a fella and I... I fucked up. Hurt his feelings, fucked up my own life..." he shook his head a bit at the painful memory. "It was bad. I'm not making that mistake again." He sighed. "But, now that I know what I want—what I am and am not willing to commit to in a relationship—I can communicate that first thing and make sure I'm able to provide and commit to what the other person wants and expects before feelings get too hurt."

"This doesn't mean it's nothing but one night stands. I've got a few, mm, boyfriends I see regularly," he blushed, smiling. "I'm still trying to develop meaningful relationships, you know? Just with more than one person."

He looked up at Donovan, supportive, curious. "Sorry if that was a lot, did you have any specific questions?"

Donovan P. Harken—06/27/2021
Donovan listened, leaning forwards to make sure Claud knew he had his full attention.

"I...see." He said at the end of it all, processing it slowly to make sure he understood.

He was curious and an air of temptation radiated between them as he contemplated it. Uncertainty too, fear.

"And your... boyfriends." he went on "Do they...interact too? romantically or otherwise?"

Claud—06/27/2021
Claud was paying rapt attention to Donovan's emotional and nonverbal reactions, just as much as if he were speaking words. He stayed quiet, giving the other man time to digest all that he'd said.

A few thoughts raced through Claud's head, some funny stories of coincidences that had happened, some not so funny. It was, after all, a small island. "Sometimes yeah, sometimes not at all. I'm seeing a guy in the Mafia and he does not care for my Bandito lovers," he chuckled. "It just depends on what social circles they're in. Because I'm a square, and a courier, and I perform in various clubs I get... around..." he blushed bright red when he realized what he was saying, but damn if it wasn't true in every sense of the phrase. The line between being honest and boasting seemed a thin one, and it wasn't a distinction Claud knew how to navigate with grace.

Donovan P. Harken—06/28/2021
Donovan's heart sank and one didn't need a vibe to feel that, it showed in his eyes "Oh.." he doesn't say a word as he turns Claud a little more towards him and his big arms wrap fully around him, that hand fearlessly now moves up to stroke Claud's hair. "I'm sorry...for your loss, Claud. I've lost people here too, used to have a best friend here on the island.... always blame myself that I wasn't there. Feel like I could've stopped it but... truth is we weren't there and...that's not our fault." he swells with repressed mourning, misery, he misses his friend so much but among it all, stronger than all that is his need to help Claud in this moment, his compassion and empathy.

"It's not your fault." he leans back to cup Claud's cheek and tilt his head upwards so they can meet each other's eyes "Don't be sorry, you can talk to me" he smiled softly "...and I'm glad you're here." He doesn't voice why he says it, but had Claud been there, instead of both surviving both could have died "The world's a better place with you in it Claud."

Claud—06/29/2021
Though Claud wasn't expecting it to happen, the hugging and hair petting feels nice. After some navigating of the guitar, he manages to return the hug with at least one arm.

Then there's a large, warm hand on his cheek and Claud's lips press into a thin line. He tried not to tremble or cry as he looked up at Donovan. Then he smiled sadly and asked, "How did you get to be so kind?"

Donovan P. Harken—06/30/2021
Donovan smiled, he feels flattered. He rarely gives himself any praise for the way he is, it's hard to see the good in yourself.

"Hardship brings out the best and the worst in us... I think I got a little bit of both" he said tenderly, old affectionate urges return to him, the urge to kiss the corners of Claud's eyes, to kiss his lips- no no he can't.

He took a deep breath and brushed that cheek in slow circles "Besides, I've been asking myself the same about you. Bringing me back here ... it- admittedly a risk, but I suppose you can look inside people can't you? ...know who to trust.." he smiled softly "Either way, glad you put that trust in me. This is... it has been a while since I spent time at anyone's place at all." heck he was sure the last was his good old best friend who was now dead.

Claud—06/30/2021
Claud nodded minutely and hummed a small sound to show that he understood, then nuzzled gently into Donovan's hands, letting his eyes close and the tension in his body relax some. He can feel Donovan's desire to kiss him, and he really wished he would. Well, it was good to know that the desire was there at least.

"I have pretty good hunches," he agreed, and smiled gently, looking up at Donovan again. "Thank you for agreeing to visit, I have enjoyed getting to know you." The gentle brushes of Donovan's thumb on his cheek along with the sincere feelings of affection were like a blanket you've had for many years; familiar and comforting. Cozy domesticity radiated off of Donovan and that, along with his genuine kindness, was what attracted him to Claud the most. "I'd like to get to know you more," he admitted, trying to keep his voice and expression rather neutral to see what Donovan would make of the statement.

Donovan P. Harken—06/30/2021
Donovan's body filled with warmth and excitement as Claud told him he wished to get to know him better "...I'd like that." he says after a brief pause, eyes lidded. The urge to kiss Claud intensifies and he even leans a little closer.

His heart races, he internally hypes himself up. How many years has it been? would he even be any good at kissing someone anymore? is this okay?

No one's here to see, just him and Claud. He swallows tightly and pushes past his anxiety bit by bit, tilting Claud's head back gently to look up at him.

There's a pause and then he leans in a little too fast as if to rip off the bandaid and push himself past his doubts, his lips press to Claud's a little suddenly, a harsh breath escaping his nostrils as the realization of what he was doing struck him. But Don didn't pull away, eyes shutting as he gently, timidly kissed Claud's lips, hand trembling a little upon his cheek.

Claud—06/30/2021
Claud waits for Donovan's next move, patient, not entirely sure what he'll do—until he's actually kissing him. Claud lets out a soft, surprised sound at the suddenness of the kiss, but he happily kisses back, tilting his head just a little bit to allow their mouths to slot together just so. The warm breath on his face and the feeling of stubble rough on his cheek puts butterflies in Claud's stomach. He wants to accelerate this, to fan the flames, but for now he won't try to goad Donovan on, he'll let him set his own pace.

Donovan P. Harken—06/30/2021
Donovan's aflame again in moments, he's touch starved and just this simple contact makes him burn, it draws a deep grunt from his throat as he presses into that kiss a little more firmly. Donovan hopelessly holds onto his inhibitions, to make himself behave what he thinks is reasonably but that brain fog is powerful.

There's a while where that kiss goes no further, but then his tongue pries at Claud's lips to plead for entrance.

Claud—06/30/2021
For a few moments they kiss, tentative and gently exploratory. It's tender and sweet, and Claud would have been happy to kiss like that all night if that was what Donovan was comfortable with. But that hungry sound he made, and his tongue seeking to part Claud's lips... Claud happily obliged, opening his mouth just a little, at first teasing, then kissing him deeply. Claud utters a satisfied groan of his own.

Donovan P. Harken—06/30/2021
That groan touches every good nerve in Donovan’s body, he shudders with excitement and slowly begins to shift a little closer to Claud, kissing him into the back of the couch so that he’s pressed there. His tongue is timid at first, the teasing causes an even bigger swell of arousal.

That tenderness progresses beyond and his tongue dances eagerly with Claud’s own, it’s almost a desperate and driven thing. The intensity of his excitement is taking over and perhaps he realises it because he breathlessly breaks the kiss. His eyes are glazed, he’s breathless and if one were to look down there’s a rather glaring wet patch of precum on his straining trousers.

“Is- am I being too much?” He asks, unable to hide the huskiness of his voice.

Claud—06/30/2021
Claud matches Donovan's intensity, following his lead. When Donovan breaks the kiss Claud is just as breathless, and smiling wide, lips pink with their efforts. Claud shakes his head, a bit giddy. "Not at all, in fact you could say there's... something between us," and he looked down at the forgotten guitar, which was still strapped onto Claud's body. Giggling he carefully untangled himself and set it on the floor and off to the side so it wouldn't get tripped over. Settling back into place he looked Donovan over, his expression appreciative and hungry.

Donovan P. Harken—06/30/2021
Donovan looked down in alarm and saw the guitar, laughing deeply ... then he saw the state of his lap. Well that was embarrassing, he’s behaving like a damned teenager.

But then he looks up and Claud’s looking at him like that. He takes a deep breath and leans back in “is it alright if I..” he takes Claud back into a kiss, but this time he starts to lean Claud back to lay on the couch.

Claud—06/30/2021
"Please," Claud gasped between kisses, eagerly leaning back, pulling at Donovan's suspender straps to get him to crawl on top of him. Once settled there, Donovan would feel Claud's own interest pressing up to meet his. Working his arms around Donovan Claud got a hand up into his hair at the back of his head.

Maybe they were acting like a pair of teenagers, but it was thrilling.

Donovan P. Harken—06/30/2021
The pull on his suspenders is probably the most exciting thing in that moment, it sends a shocking thrill through him and his eyes glow bright yellow just for a moment.

He eagerly does as he’s told, lumbering atop of Claud only to shudder with excitement as their ground press together through the fabric, he’s a big guy for all his modesty, it’d be impossible not to feel it.

A breathy grunt escapes him as he presses into Claud’s lips, this time his tongue is more eager to lash at the younger man’s own while he mirrors the gesture and slides thick fingers into Claud’s beautiful hair. One free hand comes to rest upon Claud’s hip and then... he rocks into him, just the once to test the waters and immediately he groans deeply, feeling himself throb just from that small contact.

Claud—06/30/2021
Ohh, Donovan's eyes light up—actually light up—what a beautiful little tell. Claud doesn't have much time to think about it however because soon he's under the warm, wonderful press of Donovan's body, enveloped by his weight and scent, his mouth and hands. Claud groaned and tilted his head to encourage deeper kisses, and he rolled his hips up to meet Donovan's, shuddering and delighted with what he met there.

Despite his involvement with the moment, Claud's mind is still racing, constantly assessing the situation and thinking of what would be most appreciated, and most necessary. On the one hand Claud enjoys the almost claustrophobic press into the couch underneath Donovan. On the other the taller man would probably be most comfortable in his bed. But then again he wondered if he'd last long enough to make it to the bed. Claud had felt how starved of touch and kindness and contact Donovan had been. Yet still was. This could be over fast, not that he minded. He might be done just as quick.

Donovan P. Harken—06/30/2021
Donovan isn’t prepared for Claud’s hips to roll up into his in return, Claud would feel that arousal reaching its peak rather rapidly and the panic that followed it. He broke the kiss breathlessly and suddenly pinned Claud’s hips to the couch “-stop! stop,” he pants raggedly, how embarrassing.

He huffs and tries to gather himself, tilting his head to kiss and bite gently at Claud’s neck instead while he tries to buy himself some time. He feels a lot of pressure not to finish in three seconds, a lot of embarrassment at how easily excited he is at his damn age.

Claud—06/30/2021
"Ah, sorry," Claud apologized hazily, still smiling, and rubbed Donovan's back. Groaning with enjoyment he craned his head to the side to allow better access for those kisses. "Mmnn..." Again that stubble was scratching at his skin and he trembled with the erotic shock of the sensation. His hand in Donovan's hair kneads at his scalp, but Claud does little else that might overstimulate him, just letting Donovan enjoy him and enjoying being enjoyed.

Donovan P. Harken—06/30/2021
Donovan sucks that skin between his teeth, he feels another rush of excitement at the thought of marking this man, leaving bruises all over his neck for the world to see. He's not thinking clearly, of course, he's too excited to see past the fog.

He buys himself time though, while he trails those kisses lower to Claud's collarbone he lifts his hips away from Claud's own and slips his strong hand in between. A firm thumb rides up the length of that tent from base to tip and he huffs. "I've never-" he turned his head to bite at Claud's ears "I've never touched another man before" he admits quietly, breath hot in Claud's ear. He was much older, but yet he'd never done this, he'd never felt safe enough to do this.

"I might not be very good at it,'' he says as he runs his knuckles back and forth over the bulge beneath him.

Claud—06/30/2021
Claud lay with his hips as still as he could underneath Donovan, glad for the press of that strong hand once it was there. It gave him something to rut up against without overstimulating his partner, and rut up he did, relishing the feel of those strong fingers, whining piteously. He couldn't keep quiet, everything Donovan did was only further fanned that fire inside him—his mouth and teeth on his neck, the eagerness radiating off of him. He tried not to go too fast but he wanted him, wanted to put his hands and mouth all over him. For now he settled for kisses on his neck and shoulder.

Claud's ears were pierced with several small silver hoops and studs each, and he loved it when they were kissed or nibbled. Donovan's voice was a low rumble in his ear and the sound of it went straight to his groin, making him gasp and pant as he hugged him close, legs opening wide, one hand still in Donovan's hair, one splayed on the small of his back.

"You, aahh, hmnn... you could have fooled me," Claud replied, his words breathy with arousal, heart hammering in his chest. Donovan does something very good with his knuckles and Claud keens again. Then he realizes something. "Well, wait a minute, what about yourself?" he asked with a kindly smile on his warm-flushed face. "Don't sell yourself too short, now."

Donovan P. Harken—06/30/2021
Donovan blinks in surprise as Claud praises everything he has done so far in so few words, it's a huge boost in confidence. It helps more than Claud can imagine, or maybe not, he can most likely feel it through their connection.

"Don't worry about me right now" he knew that it'd be seconds if Claud touched him, rather than minutes. He was on that edge the whole time, drooling precum hopelessly inside his slacks and staining them rather obviously.

"Let's focus on you." he older man practically growls as he begins to shift backwards. It's amazing what all the blood leaving your brain can do for your confidence too, Donovan can hardly think of anything but this as he moves down, pushing Claud's legs further apart as he begins to take charge.

Pushing the younger man's shirt up he brushes calloused fingers across one of Claud's nipples gently and dips down to begin kissing his way slowly southwards from his chest to his lower abdomen, sucking and nipping the flesh in the process. Golden eyes shift up to look huskily at Claud for the entire process, enjoying every sight and sound.

Claud—07/01/2021
Claud notices Donovan doesn't actually answer his question, and he supposes that's fair. Having a fling with someone was one thing, discussing your masturbation habits with them during said fling was another thing entirely.

The change in Donovan's confidence is astounding, and another turn-on. "O-okay," Claud said, trying not to sound over-eager. But he loves being positioned and touched and hungered after, and soon he's making all manner of pleased sounds. Donovan touches him, then kisses him and Claud responds with whispered encouragement, "Yes, please, a-aahh..." He gently tangles his fingers in Donovan's hair, still allowing him the freedom of movement to do whatever he was planning to do. He's especially sensitive around his nipples, which are flushed and pebbled hard.

His eyes meet Donovan's golden gaze and for a moment Claud is struck by the beauty of his vibe against his rugged handsome features. But Claud is quickly caught up again in the hunger of that look and all Claud can do is pant, open-mouthed, and look at him with equal desire and affection.

Donovan P. Harken—07/01/2021
Donovan wasn’t confident enough to talk about all that yet so naturally he’d deflected.

Donovan almost finishes from the sight of Claud breathlessly panting and looking down at him like that, he’d feel the sudden rush that came just before climax and Donovan desperately keeping his touch starved body at bay. It took a moment and then finally he moved on, unbuttoning Claud’s pants and opening them before reaching in to pull Claud free.

There’s a shock of anxiety that goes through him at the sight of another man’s cock, but it’s pushed down by his eagerness and arousal, but enough to hint that he really hadn’t done anything like this before. However he used to be told he was good with his tongue when he was a younger man and now he supposed he could put that to test under different circumstances.

He looks up at Claud as he clasps his lips around him and slowly descends about half way, it’s a timid thing but his tongue fearlessly curls and lashes against Claud, circling and flicking his frenulum, teasing across the slit at the tip, he’s certainly not holding back. Strong hands pin Claud’s hips to the couch to make sure he can’t buck or move.

Claud—07/01/2021
Claud waits, patient and holding still despite his body's throbbing, letting Donovan take his time. Normally he'd be a more active part of the process, but he didn't want to assume too much by popping open his trousers and exposing himself to the man. So he lets Donovan do what he likes and at a pace that's comfortable for him, Claud just gently pets his head and enjoys his closeness while he waits.

There's a moment of worry when Donovan finally does unbutton Claud's trousers and pauses, anxiety spiking. But his fears seem to be easily cast aside and Claud breathes a soft sigh of relief, then a moan from within his chest when he's enveloped.

"Ooohh fffffuuuckkk..."

Warm, wet pressure surrounded him and strong, callused hands held him down inexorably, but Claud couldn't decide which was hotter. He wished he was bare, able to feel Donovan's skin on his skin, but one step at a time. Maybe, someday, if Donovan found this experience to his liking.

Even if Donovan had never sucked cock before, as long as he didn't use teeth Claud could help direct him in practically everything else. But for now he refrains from saying anything, letting him explore and just enjoying the sight of Donovan between his legs, rewarding his efforts with soft sounds and words of approval and encouragement, keeping tabs on Donovan's level of arousal so he didn't overdo it.

"Yeah... Yeah that'sgood..."

Donovan P. Harken—07/01/2021
Donovan luckily knew not to use teeth, of course he was a man and the idea of anyone putting their teeth on his dick was a horrifying one. At least he could use himself as a loose reference here, and Claud fit perfectly into his mouth... god Claud was beautiful all over, inside and out.

Donovan huffed hot air from his nostrils at the sound of Claud cursing, was it that good? was he doing alright? He needs to touch more of him and one of his hands dips into Claud's trousers and pulls his balls out through the gap too, squeezing them gently and rolling them in his palm as he sought to move his mouth lower on Claud's modest length. He got him most of the way in before he started to bob his head and suck firmly, cheeks bright red and even brighter at the sound of his slurping. So embarrassing. Not in a bad way though, it excites him.

Perhaps it's a good thing he'd been dancing earlier too, two bright yellow, golden arms emerge from his shoulders and reach for Claud. They clasp over his ribs, warm, vibrating slightly as the particles inside them move around rapidly. He slides them up Claud's ribs and up to his chest, glowing yellow fingers pinching and rolling Claud's rigid nipples gently, a thumb flicking them here and there to alternate.

Claud—07/01/2021
Donovan continued to work and Claud slowly came apart under him. Breathing hard he scrunched his fingers into Donovan's hair, still not directing him in any way, but just to have something to hold onto. Hot breath puffed across his belly, large fingers fondled his balls and lewd sounds came from his partner; he didn't think it got any better than that.

Claud wasn't expecting the vibe arms, and he watched them approach with interest and a little trepidation. So that's what Donovan's vibe was. Of course he didn't think Donovan would hurt him, but it was still a little unnerving to see large hands reaching for him. Once they were on his body though he relaxed into the touch. His nipples were a major erogenous zone and he enjoyed having them touched and played with. He bit down on his lower lip to keep from moaning too loud and he took one hand away from Donovan's head to feel up the arms. So interesting. The movement of their fingers and the buzzing of their matter sent jolts of pleasure through him, and after a moment of this Claud was stammering, "I-I'm... I'm gonna..."

Donovan P. Harken—07/01/2021
Donovan hadn’t thought this far ahead, as Claud announces that he’s about to finish there’s a flash of panic and uncertainty. Does he pull off or does he stay on and... try to swallow it? Certainly an added complication of doing this with a man.

He barely processes this for a second though before he commits fully and pushes Claud as far into his mouth as is possible and sucks on him much harder to push him powerfully over that edge.

Simultaneously he pinches roughly at those nipples and squeezes Claud’s balls, bright, husky gaze transfixed with Claud’s face.

Claud—07/01/2021
Claud tried to say something, he didn't want Donovan to feel obligated to keep going, but suddenly Donovan was sucking him hard, hands touching and stroking him till he came with a long series of loud, panting moans. The muscles of his body and legs twitched as he fought to hold himself still, fingers gripped firmly in Donovan's hair.

Once spent he slumped back into the couch, twitching with little aftershocks of pleasure. "Oh my god, Donovan..." he mumbled appreciatively, looking back at those bright eyes, petting his hair and face with gentle, grateful motions. "Hooo..."

Donovan P. Harken—07/01/2021
Donovan knew what was coming (pun intended) so it was probably comical that he had the audacity to look and feel surprised when it happens.

At least the sight and sound of Claud coming apart is VERY distracting, he groans raggedly and rocks his hips in the air through utter need and instinct.

He finds himself coming back to reality, having not swallowed a damn drop.. oh. He stares at Claud with a husky gaze, the golden arms retracting into him once more.

After a moment of feeling sheepish he awkwardly closes his eyes and swallows with a slight shudder. It’s his first time, he knows he’ll get used to that.

Lifting his head he gives one gentle kiss to Claud’s tip and rises to sit up, the straining tent in his trousers is damper than ever and twitching eagerly.

“Wow” is all he manages for the moment breathlessly as he strokes one of Claud’s thighs and tries not to stare too heatedly at him.

Claud—07/01/2021
"Mmmm. You took the words right out of my mouth," Claud said, returning that look of desire and enjoying that hand on his thigh. After a moment of catching his breath he sat up slowly to nuzzle close to Donovan again. Tenderly he tucked himself back into his underwear with a soft whine and then snaked his arms around Donovan, one hand resting on his stomach, and started kissing his neck and face.

"How would you like me to return the gesture?" he asked between kisses. "I'll happily put my mouth on you if you'd like it," he offered.

Donovan P. Harken—07/01/2021
Donovan gasped deeply as Claud touches him and kisses his neck, his head tilts back slightly and his mouth agape. A quiet curse passes his lip and his trousers twitch.

“O-only if you want to” he rumbles and reaches for his trousers with frantic, trembling hands. He can’t let Claud do it or he’d finish before Claud’s lips got anywhere near him. His brain can hardly process anything else, he needs Claud.

He frees himself from very plain navy blue boxers, carefully pulling free his erection and it’s both thick and long, there’s a lot of it. Precum drools from the tip and drips from his foreskin.

Shyness follows, but even more than that is his desperate need. He looks at Claud intensely, hopeful.

Claud—07/01/2021
"I want to," Claud said with quiet intensity, his large pupils telling of his unfeigned desire. He watched with focused interest as Donovan freed himself, his eyes going wide and hungry at the size of him.

Then he felt Donovan's hopeful gaze and he turned back to face him, snuck another kiss and pulled a hair elastic from his back pocket. Tying his hair into a loose ponytail he stood up from the couch and helped position Donovan so he was seated comfortably, legs spread, feet on the floor. Then, keeping eye contact, Claud knelt between his legs, brushed his hands along the insides of his thighs, and leaned in to kiss the slick underside of Donovan's cock.

One hand steadied his hips and the other loosely grasped around the base of his erection while Claud kissed up the shaft. The hand at the base moved up and then stroked down, sliding the head free of the foreskin, and Claud slid his mouth over the top few inches, tongue swirling and pressing.

Donovan P. Harken—07/01/2021
There's no telling the last time Donovan felt lips on him like this. Claud kneels between his legs and that eye contact makes him quiver with need, one calloused hand reaching out to brush at Claud's hair though it's tied back, so instead of tangling his fingers in it he rests his hand there.

The first kiss makes his breath hitch and his cock throb. "Claud-" he rasps heavily and curls his toes, tensing every muscle in his body to hold it all back. Claud would feel how close he was though, he had been the whole time but that kiss had almost taken him beyond the point of no return.

Then he's grasped and the sensation ramps rapidly, his muscular thighs start to quiver violently, breath coming out in heated pants and stifled groans.

It's all over the moment Claud's mouth descends upon him and he has no time to warn him, his fingers dig painfully into the couch cushion but keep themselves from gripping Claud's head too hard. He doesn't mean to, but he practically yells out with the force of his climax, face contorted with pleasure. His length pulses aggressively inside Claud's mouth, it seems endless for a moment, pent up for so long.

Poor Don is a mess, totally unraveling on the couch and sinking down, body shuddering and shaking, heated curses huffed through his lips.

Claud—07/01/2021
Claud loved the way his name sounded in Donovan's deep gravelly rasp, the quivering and the panting as he tried to put off the inevitable. He sucked hard and took him as deep as he could, pumping his hand over the rest of Donovan's length as he came, heightening every second of pleasure. He swallowed a few times, then pulled his mouth away when he could feel the over-stimulation starting to build. He breathed out a puff of breath over Donovan's member, satisfied, and joined him again back on the couch, snuggling close. He said nothing, letting Donovan float in the afterglow for as long as he liked.

Donovan P. Harken—07/02/2021
Donovan huffed and panted as the sensation quickly became too much. Even that small breath against him made him shudder and twitch.

He was a puddle of a man though now, utterly spent and riding on the high of that afterglow.

He barely moved, leaving his glistening length twitching in the air, however he did wrap an arm around Claud and pull him against his broad chest, kissing his beautiful hair.

In that afterglow feelings of love, closeness and affection blossomed and all he wanted was to stay like this, holding sweetly onto Claud.

Claud—07/02/2021
It was in moments like these that Claud wondered if he wasn't as motivated by the afterglow period as he was by the actual sex act itself. Which was to say, he loved the post coitus cuddling and sweetness.

Claud happily snuggled close, letting his head rest on Donovan's shoulder and a hand across his stomach, enjoying the hand in his hair, and the sound of their breathing in the silence. He echoed Donovan's feeling through their connection, adding his own feelings of contentedness, happiness and love.

Donovan P. Harken—07/02/2021
Donovan tucked himself away after a moment but he’s straight back to fawning over Claud and kissing whatever he can reach of his head and forehead.

The post-orgasm clarity starts to settle in though, slowly but surely. He begins to feel embarrassed and ashamed, but he challenges these feelings. No, he’s happier than he has been in a very long time.

He finds himself not even wanting to leave when this is all said and done. He doesn’t care both their mouths probably taste like each other, he reaches to tilt Claud’s head back by his chin and presses a tender kiss to his lips.

“..Hey.” He rumbles softly, smiling lopsidedly.

Claud—07/02/2021
Claud can feel the emotional turbulence start, and then, a little surprisingly, fade. He hums happily and kisses back with languid relish, happy Donovan was adjusting to the new situation so well.

God, his voice was wonderful. "Hey yourself," Claud said back, a sleepy smile on his face. "How you feeling?"

Donovan P. Harken—07/02/2021
Donovan’s cheeks warm, smiling more broadly down at Claud “uh - yeah pretty good” he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Sleepy, satisfied and um..” that love and affection blossomed again and he didn’t manage to put it to words.

“..you? You okay? That is- how are you feeling?”

Claud—07/02/2021
Claud just smiled at the wordless reply. People he connected with through his vibe usually learned how to speak without speaking pretty quick.

"I'm feelin' good," he sighed and snuggled his head against Donovan's shoulder again. "Little sleepy. You did good, made me feel real nice." He sighed a very satisfied sigh.

"I could put the bread in the oven and come back to just sit with you, if you like." Contrary to his words he closed his eyes and relaxed even further, not looking like he was going to get up any time soon. "Hmmm, you need anything? Food, water...?"

Donovan P. Harken—07/03/2021
Donovan smiled shyly and looked aside. Did he really make him feel good? He felt a swell of pride and triumph.

He rested his head atop Claud’s own and closed his eyes “that sounds real good.” He admits with a smile. “Maybe some water if that’s alright?”

If Claud got up to do just that he’d stroke his back appreciatively as he did, smiling after him.

“Sorry I uh...” a pause “that it was so quick”

Claud—07/03/2021
After another moment of snuggling Claud finally did reluctantly get up, turning back to blink in surprise at Donovan when he apologized. His face crinkled into a smile and he leaned over him, hands on the couch as he kissed him tenderly.

"You don't have to apologize for things you can't control. And I enjoy your company. I hope you'll let me enjoy it more often."

Donovan P. Harken—07/03/2021
Don smiled sweetly into that kiss, eyes lidded and following Claud even as he leaned back.

“Really?” He cleared his throat “I mean... I - I-“ he fought through old fears “I’d like to take you on a date.”

Claud—07/03/2021
"I'd like that," Claud said, and he meant it, his vibe giving his words a ring of truthfulness. He could feel how brave Donovan was being, and he wanted to make sure to be gentle with his hopes. "I'd like that very much."

Donovan P. Harken—07/03/2021
Donovan's heart swelled as he smiled up at Claud "What uh- what would you like to do?" he stammers and clears his throat. He knows he's the older of the two and that he should have his shit together by now, but hell he'd always been a bit bashful, even when he was so confident on stage and while dancing.

"I'd love to take you for a meal. Maybe we could catch a movie?" of course the island probably didn't produce new movies but there were probably places to watch them anyway, or something at home.

Shit, home. There's indistinct worry as he thinks about the state of the SCPD and ...how he's essentially squatting in his old office like he had been for the last few years. What would Claud think of him? He scans the floor for something to look at, hands clenching into fists in his lap.

Claud—07/03/2021
"Dinner and a movie sounds great! I love movies, you know. Or dancing, or going for a walk, the beach... there's lots of good options."

Seeing and feeling the worry in Donovan, with self-consciousness being high-key, Claud slipped onto Donovan's lap, gently taking his hands in his and putting them around his middle, facing him and gently petting his hair, his arms over his shoulders.

"Hey, the point is to spend time with each other, right? So don't sweat the details. You've already won me over, now I want to spend time with you, get to know you. And my home is always open to you. Just, you know, call or knock first." He chuckled a bit and winked at that last statement.

Donovan P. Harken—07/03/2021
Donovan smiles at the thought "I'd like to do all of those..." he admits with a bloom of happiness. They had time, right?

Course he isn't expecting Claud to end up in his lap. He thought he was spent but just the intimacy of that act definitely fires him up again, even just a little. He chuckles, cheeks warming as he wraps his arms around him. He's so unused to being touched that he seems to forget himself for a time and lean his head into that gentle touch.

"I keep forgetting your vibe." And for the time being it made him feel vulnerable, but connected. He didn't dislike it at all.

"Wait I have?" he blinks and looks into Claud's pretty eyes. "After...that?" he didn't think he'd done a very good job of promoting himself as partner material at all. "heh yeah- of course." he clears his throat softly.

....

"Do your partners ever...stay the night or- or do you prefer-" he didn't know how to finish the sentence and just huffed and looked down.

Claud—07/03/2021
"Yes, they spend the night quite often. Would you like to? I'd like it very much if you did."

Claud very much wanted to kiss him again, but he had more things to say.

"Look, I may be a hedonist, but I'm not shallow. I'm interested in you, and you seem like a fascinating person. And what's more you seem like a kind person, which, as you may have noticed, matters a lot to me." He looked at Donovan's face even though he was looking away.

Donovan P. Harken—07/03/2021
Donovan finally looked up to meet those eyes after a moment and leaned in to press a sweet kiss to Claud’s lips.

“That’s high praise, thank you” he said softly and stroked Claud’s beautiful hair tenderly.

“It matters to me too, you’re so very kind and... I would love to stay the night.” He says a little more shyly.

“Do you work tomorrow?”

Claud—07/03/2021
"I do work tomorrow, though not so early like last time." Claud nuzzled close for another kiss, his nose brushing Donovan's. "Did you have something in mind?" he asked softly, playfully, near his ear.

Donovan P. Harken—07/03/2021
Donovan's breath hitches and Claud can no doubt feel how much that simple gesture excites him. His hands land instinctively on Claud's hips as his thick length comes back up in hopes of a round two.

He scolds himself internally, but it's probably going to be easy to rile him up for a long time yet. "I- well. Maybe we could stay up a little late." he's trying to fight through the excited fog in his mind but it's clear what he's thinking about "I was going to suggest we watch something."

Those meaty, calloused hands begin to glide up and down Claud's back "Maybe it's....about time I got myself a job, even temporarily. Gotta couple of people who might be able to offer me something on both sides, maybe? I mean. Don't see why not, anyway." he rambles and shrugs one shoulder.

Claud—07/03/2021
Claud felt the nudging at his groin and uttered the softest little, "Oh~?" and gently nudged back. "I'd like to watch something, what did you have in mind?" One of Claud's hands works its way back into Donovan's hair while the other slips down to rub his side and back. "Mm, we could do some busking, I do that sometimes when I need some extra cash. Play music n' sing n' dance with folks, it's a lot of fun."

Then, with a small frustrated groan he said, "Ohh, I gotta see to the dough, it's gonna over proof. Give me like 20 minutes? You can come watch if you like."

Donovan P. Harken—07/03/2021
Donovan huffs as he's nudged, even gently, it fires him up even more. "Busking? ... I'd never thought of that. Sure we could give it a try, Swing style might get us some good creds in purple." he said, sighing longingly as Claud told him he needed to see to the bread.

He ponders on movies “I’m a sucker for noire ... but anything really, you could show me your favourite movie?” A hum and a pause “have you ever seen Naked Gun?” He chuckles just thinking about it.

"Of course." his stomach was excited for the bread, but his groin was now painfully hard once more (thanks to Claud though, all his fault) so it's an awkward moment when he stands up and readjusts himself before following behind. "You're- no, nevermind that's an awful pun" he flushed with embarrassment, sticking close behind Claud.

Claud—07/03/2021
"Hmmm, absence and fondness," Claud breathed softly as he stood up and then stretched. "I haven't seen Naked Gun, we can watch that if you like." Before making his way into the kitchen he put his guitar back on its stand and turned off the amp.

"Oh nooo, now you'll have to tell me!" Claud groaned, laughing. Before worrying about the bread he got a glass of water for Donovan, and then himself.

Donovan P. Harken—07/03/2021
Donovan followed Claud, taking the glass of water and drinking before setting it aside. He becomes a pest while Claud works, hands on his hips with his groin pressed into his rear. He leaned in to whisper playfully in his ear *”I was just going to bring up how well you’ve made me ‘rise’” he chuckled hopelessly and nipped at Claud’s neck. He’s not very conductive to getting this bread anywhere.

Claud—07/03/2021
Claud giggles because his sense of humor is terrible. Donovan was indeed a distracting impediment to the bread making process, but not once did Claud ask him to leave. In fact he kept encouraging him with little kisses to his jaw or by cheekily wiggling his ass back against him.

"Well you weren't the only thing rising, look," he says, uncovering the dough in the bowl. It had risen nicely, probably doubling in size. Claud turned on the oven and for a moment there was a lot of beeping as he programmed in some very specific instructions. After washing his hands he punched the dough down a bit, shaped it into a few small round boules and lay them on parchment paper on cookie sheets. And all of this with much shuffling, pauses, and hummed laughter. The last thing he did before setting the cookie sheets into the oven was score the dough.

Once stowed Claud washed his hands again and said, "Alright, that should take care of the last rise and then it'll automatically bake and shut off. Took me forever to figure out how to program all that but I've got it down pat now. And now..." He leaned back against Donovan, brushing his lips along his jawline. "I believe you have been very patient." https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boule_(bread)

Donovan P. Harken—07/03/2021
Donovan laughed deeply, he didn't think he'd been this happy in... so so many years. There had been fleeting moments of joy but this was a lasting feeling, he hoped.

"You haven't kicked me out for these terrible jokes yet, that's a good sign." He commented with a grin and lidded eyes. "The bread looks good, can't wait to see it finished."

But then Claud turns towards him and he feels weak at the knees, shivering with delight at the brush of those lips. He tilts his head to nip and nibble at the pierced ear nearest to him.

"We don't- we don't have to. I know we already just did something." he says, radiating concern. He didn't want to be pushy. His hands rest firmly on Claud's hips but they're itching to roam elsewhere.

Claud—07/03/2021
"But... you would like to do more somethings?" Claud snuggled close so they were chest to chest, head tilted to the side as Donovan took the shell of his ear between his lips and teeth. He wrapped his arms around his middle, enjoying the size of him.

Donovan P. Harken—07/03/2021
Donovan slid his hands slowly around and down to cup Claud's buttocks firmly, squeezing them. The act of that alone sent a shuddering wave of excitement through him.

"Yes.." he says deeply so very close to Claud's ear.

"I picked what we did last time. It's your turn." it's a blatant excuse, he's nervous and doesn't quite have the confidence in that moment to make that decision, but he does also want to hear what Claud wants.

Claud—07/03/2021
The butt-grabbing and sultry voice earns Donovan a happy hum from Claud, and a shiver of anticipation.

Claud chews his lip, weighing whether or not it was worth it to directly address that flawed, though very well-meaning, logic. Maybe put a pin in that. "Well, let's start with this. Do you prefer the couch, or would you rather join me on my bed?" Claud still has an air of easy-going affability, but he's also sobered some. Communication, especially initial communication, needed to be clear and unconfused, and Claud took the matter very seriously.

Donovan P. Harken—07/03/2021
Donovan kneads Claud’s buttocks firmly, maybe a bit too in love with the sensation of them beneath his palm.

He feels the more serious air through their connection and his hands stop moving “The bed.” There’s a pause where he starts to worry, his eyes meet Claud’s questioningly “if that’s alright?”

Claud—07/03/2021
Claud's heart continued to melt in the presence of this sweet, lonely man, and he gazed up at him with love in his eyes. "One thing I hope you'll believe me when I say is that I try to never offer something if I'm not prepared to give it fully and without reservation." He rubbed his hands up and down his back a bit, as if to soothe his fears with the motion. "So yes, it's more than alright. Clothes on or off? Or a combination of those options?" He didn't want to intimidate him or cool the atmosphere too much, but he needed to hear these things said as much as Donovan needed to say them.

Donovan P. Harken—07/03/2021
Donovan was put at ease, letting out a small sigh of relief. “I believe you, I’m sorry this is.. it’s very new.”

The question makes him swallow tightly, he’s self conscious but he wants to see Claud’s body properly. “O-off.” He smiled lopsidedly.

Claud—07/03/2021
"I know it is, and that's why I'm being so careful. I want this to be a good experience... a continued good experience for you."

Ah, the smile was a good sign. "Mmmm, you got it." Claud grinned.

Then something clicked. If Donovan was letting Claud make the choice about what they did, maybe he wanted something that he felt bad requesting? He tilted his head to the side. "Truly, you don't have any requests? Anything you're curious about or want to try? Worst I can say is no, and I'll try and say it as nicely as I can," he promised.

Donovan P. Harken—07/03/2021
"I want it to be good for you too, Claud. This is new to me but please don't feel like you need to... run around after me? I'll uh- figure it out with a bit of guidance" Claud gives him too much power. What would he like to do? "I... hm" he bites his lip and chews on it in deep thoughts.

"I.. I'd like to. Well I know i'd like to make love to you" his cheeks burn "but I know perhaps it's...too early for that."

He reminds himself that Claud won't judge him, even though it's scary to say these things "How do you feel about uhh, spanking?" it's just one suggestion. He huffs, his anxiety spikes a little.

Claud—07/03/2021
Claud smiles up with a look of interest and mischievousness on his face. Baby steps. He thought he knew what Donovan meant and would ask more clarifying questions later.

"Hmm, I don't really have strong feelings about spanking, either way," he admitted with a shrug and an apologetic smile. "Wait are you spanking me, or the other way ‘round?"

Donovan P. Harken—07/03/2021
Donovan blinks, wide eyed "O-oh! Uh you. Me spanking you" he tugged at the collar of his shirt to let out some heat as that blush moved even as far as his ear tips.

"But if you uh- don't feel strongly about it then we don't need to uh-" he cleared his throat, there was a little pang of disappointment but he hoped Claud would let him get away with it. "Well what are you into?"

Claud—07/03/2021
"I'm pret-ty vanilla I'm afraid, but I'm willing to try most anything at least once." Claud very much liked that blush. "You're welcome to try spanking me but I might just have a non-reaction. Not very fun for you?" He phrased the last bit as a question because he didn't actually know what the attraction to the activity actually was.

Donovan P. Harken—07/03/2021
Donovan shrugged a shoulder and smiled "Well maybe not that then- what about something else? I did have something else in mind..."

He laughs softly "I've always been very ...'vanilla' too, though I always classed spanking as vanilla heh!" he grinned and rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't want much, you know? I'm happy just to be close to you."

Claud—07/03/2021
"We'll figure it out," Claud promised with a smile. "Mmm, I enjoy having my hair pulled," he provided.

"But what else did you have in mind?" He wiggled a bit, wanting to know more about what lit this man's fire.

Donovan P. Harken—07/03/2021
Donovan's arousal flared quite noticeably at the mention of Claud liking his hair being pulled. That certainly did something for him.

"That- I can do that." he swallows.

"I uh- I'd like to - " he clears his throat "Put my fingers inside you."

Claud—07/03/2021
Claud pressed up against Donovan a little more and slid his hands further down his back, "I'd like that," he confirmed, looking up at Donovan from under half-lidded eyes. "And when you said you'd like to make love, did you mean penetrative sex? Because I'd enjoy that as well."

Donovan P. Harken—07/03/2021
Donovan can feel his groin pulse with excitement as Claud presses up against him. That look in Claud's eyes makes his brain switch off, and then Claud is all there is.

"Yes. I did." he says and seems to find his confidence, turning them around to press Claud against the counter with his hips.

"Are you sure?" his lips press to Claud's neck again, sucking, nipping. "Because I'm about to carry you straight to bed."

Claud—07/03/2021
Ahh, a direct answer. Claud was starting to sense a pattern— arousal seemed to help get Donovan's insecurities out of the way.

It's Claud's turn to feel a jolt of excitement, both at being pressed against the counter and at the promise of what was about to happen next. "Ah hmm, p-please do, I love being manhandled." He slid his hands up Donovan's chest to loosely drape his arms over his shoulders, ready to help Donovan pick him up.

Donovan P. Harken—07/04/2021
Donovan smirks down at Claud, eyes beginning to glow. "Hold on tight" There's no hesitation as he reaches under Claud's thighs and hoists him up, one leg either side of Don's hips so that they're pressed together.

He carries him like that, stealing firm and passionate kisses as he carefully navigates them to what seemed to be Claud's bedroom, nudging the door open with his hip if necessary.

Claud—07/04/2021
Claud jumps a little to assist in being lifted, and he holds on tight, giggling a little and kissing back enthusiastically. The apartment is small and the bedroom is the only other large room in it, accessible through the living room.

With the door bumped open they're in Claud's bedroom, a sparsely decorated but tidy space, with a few plants on the windowsill that seem to have greatly outgrown their pots and environment. The central feature is a very large bed, dark bedsheets neatly made up, and side tables with various necessary supplies in them, no doubt.

Donovan P. Harken—07/04/2021
Donovan isn’t just excited for this, but excited to stay the night in someone’s bed, in Claud’s bed! In a bed... it had been years since he’d even felt a bed beneath him.

He falls forwards onto the bed atop of Claud, stopping himself over Claud with his elbows as he laughed and stole kisses, hips grinding forwards.

“You’re beautiful, Claud.” He whispers warmly and begins to slide his fingers up under the other’s shirt to slide it up and off his head “stunning” he rumbles deeply.

Claud—07/04/2021
Claud wanted to pull him down on top of him, feel the full weight of his body pressing him into the mattress, but of course that would get in the way of removing clothes. Patience. Soon. He aids in the removal of his shirt and is soon bare chested, his floral tattoos visible, running all the way to his shoulders and wrapping around the back to his scapula.

The compliments make Claud's blush and squeak with little happy sounds, and then moan softly when Donovan's voice rumbles through his chest and into Claud's body. God, it was like hugging a subwoofer. He toes off his shoes and they thump to the floor. "And you are painfully handsome," he said, holding the sides of his face as they kissed, tucking his legs up on either side of Donovan's hips. "All evenin' I been lookin' at you thinkin' how rugged n' good looking you are," he began working Donovan's shirt off, pulling up the back and then, remembering the suspenders, pushing those off his shoulders.

Donovan P. Harken—07/04/2021
Donovan is hairy but not grossly so, it sticks close to his body rather than curls, and leads a line straight down past the band of his trousers. Fairly ripped, too, but not without at least a little beer belly.

Claud would feel how good that praise made him feel, how elated and overjoyed that anyone thought that about him. He'd once been so confident in his looks, now so modest and maybe a little self-deprecating on the inside.

"And I'm all yours." he breathes warmly as Claud works off his suspenders, shedding the shirt from his muscular body dotted with a few interesting scars before tossing it aside. He can't help but rut his hips into Claud's clothed rump a few times, the position they're in plays into deeply rooted animal instinct and he's very excited.

He unbuttons Claud's pants again but this time he has to pull free to slide them off Claud's hips and down past his feet, all the while clumsily hopping to kick off his shoes and pull off his socks.

Claud—07/04/2021
Claud has a deep appreciation for all kinds of bodies, and he demonstrates this appreciation through touch, his hand sliding down and following the line to dip under Donovan's waistband. His other hand is feeling his muscles, his pads of fat, grabbing and squeezing appreciatively, not painfully, but he's not being delicate either. His teasing touches roam and move about, not settling anywhere yet, feelings of fascination and appreciation coming off him. He loved touching the scars, too, the pads of his fingers circling and tracing their irregular forms with fascination, almost reverence.

Once his trousers are past his hips he sits up a bit to help work them off, then he's laughing and tackling Donovan to the bed, partly trying to help him disrobe, partly being a playful nuisance and achieving the opposite effect. He pulls the hair-tie free (which had been making a valiant effort, though it had since slipped) and throws it in the direction of a side table, shaking his hair out.

Donovan P. Harken—07/04/2021
Donovan can't help how raggedly he breathes as his body is explored for the first time in so many years, every nerve on fire. He radiates appreciation and gratitude for Claud among all the arousal and lust.

He doesn't expect the tackle and lets out a less than majestic "Hupp!" as he hits the soft... beautiful mattress. The sudden blast of comfort emotions might seem disproportionate but it's the first time in quite a while. A lot of these things are the first time in a long time for him.

He laughs softly as he realizes what has happened "I love your hair" he says with utmost appreciation as he wriggles out of his slacks and his underwear, kicking them carelessly to the floor. Then he lays there before Claud with his body bared, his eyes hungrily drawing themselves over Claud's body. He needed him.

With a devilish smirk he reached out to slam Claud down into the soft bed by his hips, rolling atop of him if he could get away with it "Got you." he growled, cock twitching eagerly between them.

But then there's a pause and he looks around the room. "Do you have any uh... " a pause "lubricant? .. " he's a modest man, he doesn't see dick size as some big achievement. Rather he worries that he's going to hurt Claud as reality filters back in.

Claud—07/04/2021
Donovan isn't the only one breathing heavily as Claud continues to appreciate the man before him with his eyes and hands. While wiggling out of the last of his underclothes Claud is caught off guard and steamrolled under Donovan, which elicits an involuntary little moan of pleasure. He liked that. "Mmmn, got me," Claud said, wiggling beneath Donovan and starting to float into a relaxed, happy state.

"Yep, aaaaalways gotta use lube," he said, pulling a nightstand drawer open. "And, if you'd like to come inside I must insist on a condom. Even with Vendies, and even if we were fluid bonded—it's just easier." He sits up a little more, first pulling out a bottle of lube, then fishing around for an appropriately sized condom, occasionally casting appreciative glances at Donovan's crotch.

Donovan P. Harken—07/04/2021
Don feels electricity blast up his spine at that moan. He wants to make Claud make a whole plethora of noises. The wiggling makes him groan softly and rock his hips into Claud.

"Oh - yeah, condom then." Maybe it'd help him last a bit longer too. He doubted that but he'd been spent prior to this so maybe he'd last longer.

There's a ... confused blink at the mention of 'fluid bonded' but he decides to ask what that even means later.

Don catches those looks and he flushes, confident or not it doesn't stop him being bashful and excited by his body being appreciated like that.

He offers his hand out for the condom and the lube.

Claud—07/04/2021
Claud handed Donovan a condom and the bottle of lube, "Let me know if the fit doesn't feel right and I'll get you another."

While Donovan is rolling on the condom, Claud settled back against the mattress, pulling some pillows under his head and shoulders, trying to resist the temptation to get in the way again. He looked the very definition of lasciviousness, his skin flushed and warm, his cock laying happily at half-mast in the crease of his hip and thigh, eyes half lidded as he watched Donovan, smiling serenely.

He also has to resist the urge to chat excessively, but he does say, "Remind me to get your trousers in the wash later." Yes, very sexy pillow talk.

Donovan P. Harken—07/04/2021
Donovan doesn’t mind, he has craved this sense of intimacy mixed with normality and conversation.

He looks up at Claud as he lays there, admiring his beauty before awkwardly getting the condom packet open and rolling it onto himself, stroking to make sure he’s fully hard so it won’t fall off (fat chance though).

“You don’t have to do that” he smiles “that’s very kind of you” it reminds him of another time. Don thought conversation was pretty sexy, he didn’t mind.

He rubs the lube bottle for a bit to warm its contents up and then pours some out onto his fingers, shuffling forwards “are you ready?” He asks as he uses his dry hand to pull Claud’s hips a little closer, gently spreading one of his legs to the side with a tender grip.

Claud—07/04/2021
Claud helped move closer, but definitely enjoyed the feeling of that big hand holding him and moving him into place. "Yeah," Claud said, his voice husky with desire. Hmm, big hands. "Probably start with just one finger," he advised.

Anywhere he could he sought out contact with Donovan; a leg hooked over his hip, hands on his thighs, even just a foot pressed against him. He wanted to feel skin on skin.

Donovan P. Harken—07/04/2021
Donovan laughs “probably for the best” but he does worry, he so badly doesn’t want to hurt Claud.

He rubs the lube between his fingers to warm it up a bit again and then swallows tightly as he looks down at Claud’s, quite frankly, perfect ass (in his opinion at least it was).

He slides the tip of his index finger up against the puckered entrance, twitching rather noticeably between his legs even at that contact.

He draws slow circles around it before he begins to push one rather thick finger into Claud carefully, easing it back and forth carefully as he moved it further in at a steady pace.

“Are you okay?” He asks, breaths a little ragged once more.

Claud—07/04/2021
"Ahh... Mmmmm..." Claud let his head fall back against the pillows and his eyes shut as he focused on the sensations and on his breathing. His breaths become deeper, more regular. "Yeah, I'm good, that's good..." he confirms. "'Nother moment an' you could probably go for two. I'll letcha know if we need to slow down." Opening his eyes to look at Donovan he winks and smiles. Those little hits of enjoyment that he could feel coming off of Donovan felt really nice, too.

Donovan P. Harken—07/04/2021
Donovan huffs at the way Claud’s noises send jolts of electricity through him “I’m going to be seeing this in my dreams for months, maybe years” he chuckles with warm cheeks.

He pushes that finger in to the knuckle and slowly curls and uncurls it deep inside of Claud before pumping slowly but shallowly, those callouses probably creating an extra sensation.

Claud—07/04/2021
"O-oh, ahh--" Claud gasps, blushing even more at the compliment, not sure how to respond other than by smiling wide and radiating a feeling of gratitude and shyness. "You could also see this in person for m-months, maybe years, i-if you wanted to..." He moved his hands from Donovan's thighs to rub up his sides to his back, humming and generally making pleased noises to let him know he was still feeling good.

Donovan P. Harken—07/04/2021
Donovan rocks his hips without thinking, just because those sounds have so much power over him.

“I.. I may want to.” He’s very convinced in the moment but he wants to be realistic too. They just met, they’ve yet to go on dates... but Donovan falls in love easily and his heart is beating pretty hard after the evening he has had so far.

He uses his free hand to gently grip and stroke Claud’s length, squeezing softly as he curls his finger inside of him again “are you ready for another finger?”

Claud—07/04/2021
Claud can feel that hesitation and uncertainty mixed in with desire, and he leans up to gently kiss Donovan's cheek. "Think about it, but the offer stands and you can always change your mind."

Settling back on the pillows Claud exhaled a shuddering breath as Donovan gripped him, his brow knitting up with pleasure. "Hmmnn, ahh-- y-yeah..." His body had relaxed, allowing Donovan's finger to move more freely. "An' uh, don't fret if I can't get it all the way up, yeah?" he laughed a bit. "It feels real good..."

Donovan P. Harken—07/05/2021
Donovan chuckles softly “I don’t mind, as long as you’re having a good time.” He’s enjoying kneading and squeezing Claud’s dick regardless.

He introduces another finger, pulling his other out almost all the way and then trying to press both of them back in. He knew it was a lot but if Claud was going to fit him... this was necessary. Either way he was gentle and careful, easing his fingers back and forth like before, applying some more lube to them in the process “might be a bit cold” he warns with a soft grin. Claud feels so tight around his meaty fingers, for a moment he imagines his cock replacing them and it makes him throb with need.

“You have no idea how much I need you right now” he grows huskily “well... actually you probably do huh?”

Claud—07/05/2021
Claud sighed and uttered soft, needy moans as Donovan pressed into him, spreading him and filling him, and then another moan when Donovan growled his need. He shifted his legs a little, letting them fall open wider, his knees drawing closer up to his chest. Huffing a soft laugh he answered, voice breathy, "Y-yeah. I can sense emotions and physical sensations like m-music. If I-I want to I can move closer, listen more carefully, experience those things as if they were m-my own."

After another moment of careful penetration Claud's body adjusted and relaxed, fingers slipping deep. Shuddering, Claud whines, "G-god, I need you in me, hhh, ahh, d-do you think...? A third finger, just in case?" He was inpatient, needy, and he could feel Donovan's desire thrumming against him and growing louder. But he wanted to be able to take him all the way in, and he wasn't going to let a rushed and incomplete preparation prevent that.

Donovan P. Harken—07/05/2021
Donovan was so very absorbed in Claud, in how sexy he was, how kind he was too. Everything he did was such a turn on. "Is that so...? Do you want to feel how I feel?" he asks deeply.

Claud saying he needs Don in him makes his length pulse and his breath hitch. "God you're sexy." he groaned and nodded "Third finger, makes sense. You tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?" he says with soft concern.

He pulls his fingers back and applies yet more lubricant to his fingers, trying to make sure everything is as painless as possible. Then he pushes three fingers against Claud's entrance and begins to ease them inside, groaning as quietly as he can at the feeling of resistance, he can hardly wait.

"Is that okay? Does it hurt?"

Claud—07/05/2021
"I do," Claud replied, smiling up at Donovan. "I almost can't help it."

Claud nodded and radiated feelings of appreciation at Donovan's care and consideration. "You're doing so good, ohhh..." he moaned as three large fingers first pressed against him, then slowly opened him up. "That's good, it's good... just gimme a minute..." Claud said softly, first panting shallowly, taking deeper breaths through his nose and exhaling in a long puff out his mouth. Donovan smelled so good and Claud focused on that, on the comforting presence of the man above him. He rhythmically rubbed his hands up and down that large back, then slipped a hand higher to work his fingers through Donovan's hair at the back of his head.

Eventually discomfort subsided and was drowned out by the pleasure and anticipation Claud felt, like a fluttering ball of warmth in his stomach. "Aahh, hhmnn... Yeah I think... I think I'm ready. Go slow, ok?"

Donovan P. Harken—07/05/2021
Donovan was so careful with him, more so with this third finger. He gently eases it in and out and then... Claud says he’s ready and Donovan looks up with a surprised blink “You’re sure?” He slowly pulls his fingers free “alright, just try to- well you know the drill” he chuckles.

He tries not to think about the others that do this with Claud but the last thing he expects is for the thought of it to excite him. He shook the thought from his head and cleared his throat, moving in closer between Claud’s legs. He adjusts the younger man’s hips, lifting them a little and drawing them closer.

He doesn’t take too long rubbing lubricant over his length before he quickly dries his hands on a tissue because lube dripping from his fingers was going to drive him insane if he left it there.

He finally grips the base of his erection and presses the wide tip up against Claud’s entrance, teasing it up and down. “You can feel all of me if you want .. if you were holding back at all” he says between husky breaths.

He stares down with lidded eyes, one hand moving from Claud’s arousal to his hip to hold him steady and then... he begins to slowly ease himself inside. His breaths shudder even at the tip pushing past that tight ring.

It feels intense and very new, he can’t help but dip down and press a sweet but passionate kiss to Claud’s lips.

Claud—07/05/2021
Claud helped in getting positioned, humming happily as he looked up at Donovan, appreciating his care, that look of concentration and arousal on his face, his body, his cock... Anticipation flutters within him as Donovan lubed himself up, then teased himself against Claud's hole. "Well I don't want to f-finish too fast," he smiled. "But I will feel you, in time, and you'll feel me."

And then Donovan was holding him down with those strong hands and pushing inside. Claud moaned softly at the sensation and kissed back with enthusiasm.

"Slow, slow..." he prompted gently, kindly as his body adjusted to taking Donovan's hot, thick cock.

Donovan P. Harken—07/05/2021
Donovan grunts in agreement, he pulls back and pushes back in, making sure to slide in and out shallowly to ease his way in. “God-“ he groans, he was in heaven. He never wanted to pull out.

Don pressed more kisses to Claud’s lips, nipping gently at his bottom lip “you feel wonderful” he rumbles huskily to Claud, reaching to give his cock a firm but careful squeeze.

Claud—07/05/2021
Claud was tight around Donovan and those little thrusts sent small shocks of pleasure through him. Impatience threatened good sense—he wanted more and he wanted more now.

"You do too," he said between deep kisses, their mouths slotting together, tongues pressing and sliding. "Ahh—I want you deep inside me, I want to be crushed under you..." Claud was firming up in Donovan's hand, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

"Here," he said after a moment, gently guiding Donovan's hand to his chest. "I'm very... my nipples are very sensitive."

Donovan P. Harken—07/05/2021
Donovan radiated the same impatience despite him being very patient. Claud’s dirty talk makes it veeery difficult to focus. He pants softly and presses his body down into Claud to pin him heavily with his body weight. At least he can do the crushing even if they’re still trying to fit his girth all the way in to Claud. He shudders as he nears the halfway mark, rocking his hips slowly.

“Yeah?” He says a little breathlessly from all the excitement, Claud having sensitive nipples drives him wild. He only uses his hand on one nipple, rolling it slowly between his thumb and forefinger.

The other nipple, however, gets special treatment. He turns his head and presses his lips over the sensitive flesh, sucking gently on it before flicking it with his tongue, teasing across the tip of it, drawing circles around it.

Claud—07/05/2021
"Hmmmnn, yess..." Claud groaned from under Donovan as he was further pressed into the mattress, his arm pulling him close. Donovan was still pressing into him, and judging by the position of his body and hips, he still had more to go. That thought alone made Claud quiver with excitement, his knees occasionally clenching around Donovan's torso.

"Aahh, aahhfuck yes, ahh..." Claud moaned, his fingers curling into Donovan's hair and attempting to pull him closer, wanting more of that mouth on him. The sensations went straight through him and his hips bucked against the hand that held him in place. He moaned louder as his wiggling caused Donovan to slide in a little more, his muscles clenching and relaxing around him. Initially he didn't think he'd be able to cum again in such a short amount of time, but at this rate it was looking to be inevitable.

Donovan P. Harken—07/05/2021
Donovan is more surprised at himself, he’s an older man so he’s pretty damn proud of his stamina, of course his vibe most likely helped.

He groaned loudly into Claud’s nipple as he felt himself slipping inside even further... and then? He truly and finally starts to pump himself slowly into Claud, back and forth, getting further in with each slow thrust.

He’s twitching wildly inside him, breaths coming out in hot pants from his nostrils. Claud felt so tight and warm around his neglected length, he was again unsure how long he could last.

The fingers in his hair make him remember something, he dares to let go of Claud’s hip and simply pin him with his muscular body, instead that free hand sinks into Claud’s hair and pulls on it, not too hard at first, testing the waters. At the same time he dares to graze his teeth lightly across the nipple beneath him.

Claud—07/05/2021
Claud clings to Donovan as he gasps and pants, open mouthed, his legs now joining his arm in wrapping around him, ankles crossed over the small of his back. He's pretty effectively pinned, but he's still trying to rut up to meet Donovan, hips jumping almost involuntarily.

"Aah! Ohhyes..." he breathed when he felt Donovan's hand fist in his hair. "Use it to move me, or hold me in place," he advised. Then he feels the press of teeth to his nipple and he whimpers, his dick now undeniably hard between them.

Donovan P. Harken—07/05/2021
Donovan nods without a word, knotting his fist in Claud’s hair and yanking it back to pull his head back towards the mattress and arch his neck. As soon as it’s exposed he only briefly abandon’s Claud’s nipples to suck and bite that exposed throat.

He hopes he leaves at least a little hickey, but soon enough he’s back to Claud’s nipples, switching which one he flicks, sucks and nibbles.

“Do you want me to go harder?” He asks as he begins to feel that it’s easier to move, his voice low and ragged much like his breathing.

He rocks his hips in a little harder, angling them upwards in the hopes of hitting some good nerves.

Claud—07/05/2021
Claud cries out gratifyingly as his head is pulled back, his whole body arching into the new position. Donovan's mouth wanders over him, Claud can feel his lips, tongue, and teeth, and he hopes too that there will be marks left.

"Y-yes, harder," he pants before his words devolve into inarticulate squeaks and moans. He felt so pampered, so well looked after, getting pounded by a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it while also being so considerate to the person beneath him. How did Claud get so lucky?

Then Donovan changes his angle and Claud shouts, "Th-there! Oh, there!"

Donovan P. Harken—07/05/2021
Donovan huffs. There? He holds the angle, drawing back almost all the way before he rams in (not dangerously hard though). Beginning the process of thrusting and rutting into Claud harder. The sounds of their lovemaking fill the air and the bed creaks.

Donovan presses down on Claud as much as he can, breaking from his nipples to breathe and instead uses his hand to pinch and tweak them with increasing strength.

“That’s it...You going to cum for me?” He asks breathlessly into Claud’s ear, tightening his grip in his hair. He’s close, he can hardly hold it much longer. He wonders if Claud can cum without him touching his cock.

Claud—07/05/2021
Donovan slams into him with just enough force that it sends shockwaves through his body, but not enough that it hurts, and Claud is seeing stars. He can feel that Donovan is close, and he is too. Donovan leans in close to whisper in his ear and Claud tries to turn his head to kiss Donovan, but the grip tightens deliciously in his hair, keeping him in place. He whines in frustration and arousal, it feels so good to be held so securely and so thoroughly.

"Yes, yes, just a little more," he pleads, "I'm gonna..." All out took was another half-dozen thrusts and all the warmth and tension that had coiled in his belly now expanded and unfurled, his body opening up to let Donovan in deep as he came and came, his cum hot and slick between them, his voice rising in pitch and volume.

That answers that question.

Donovan P. Harken—07/05/2021
Donovan barely holds out until Claud finished between them. He pushes himself roughly into Claud one more time and yells with the force of his orgasm, gripping Claud even more tightly as he feels himself pulsing and emoting heavily inside the condom, thick cock no doubt being milked dry by those pulsing walls around it. During that he’ll a bright pulse of energy would erupt from his mouth, eyes glowing so brightly yellow that his irises and pupils disappeared only for it all to dissipate slightly. After a moment only yellow licks of energy oozed from the corners of his lips and his eyes, but they stayed.

He gasps for breath, shuddering and groaning as he dips his head to press a deep and passionate kiss to Claud’s lips, having to breathe harshly through his nostrils to manage it but it’s worth it. Still at the peak of his Climax he lashes his tongue against Claud’s passionately but starts to slow and pull back to catch his breath as orgasm transitions into the pleasant ache of the afterglow. He keeps himself hurried inside Claud, body becoming heavier atop of him.


Claud—07/05/2021
As Donovan cums, Claud does all he can to help elongate his partner's pleasure, pumping his hips and squeezing around him. The vibe light is a bit of a surprise, but it's nothing Claud hasn't seen before and he rolls with it. Claud kisses back with deep and enthusiastic kisses, his hand still in Donovan's hair, pulling him in to stay close, to kiss just a little longer.

But the poor man has to pull away to breathe at some point, and Claud gazes at Donovan with a deeply satisfied look of love in his eyes. Sleepy and languid, Claud kisses what parts he can reach; cheek, neck, shoulder, trying to kiss at the energy to see what it would feel like. He loves feeling the heartbeat throbbing of his partner inside him, the comforting heaviness, and he enjoys it while it lasts.

Donovan P. Harken—07/06/2021
Donovan glistens with a thin sheen of sweat in the dark, groaning quietly now as Claud kisses him. The energy feels warm, and vibrates a little like the fizzing surface of an old television set.

He has no intention of pulling out or easing off Claud for the moment, instead he finds himself kissing his cheek, his neck, his throat. He even rubs his nose against Claud’s own.

He can feel himself falling fast, he feels so much love and gratitude for Claud in that moment. He feels protective but not in a possessive way, he just realises that if anyone ever hurt Claud he’d do everything he could to protect him in that moment.

With a sleepy smile in the afterglow he meets Claud’s eyes. He wants to say something, but he’s not sure there are words for what he wants to say, so he just stares into his eyes radiating love and affection.

Claud—07/06/2021
There is wordless communication with Claud's vibe and they don't need to speak to be heard. Love, adoration, appreciation, gratitude, contentment... It's all coming off of Claud in gentle waves. So they kiss and look into one another's eyes, Claud occasionally shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure and overstimulation, but he doesn't want to be separated from Donovan just yet, glutton that he was.

Donovan P. Harken—07/06/2021
Donovan shudders softly too, but he's equally as gluttonous. After a time of staring into each other's souls he finally begins to pull out, grunting deeply and shaking a little with the over-stimulation. He flushes at the wet sound that's made as he pops his dick out all the way, half-flaccid by now so he has to pinch the condom off quickly to prevent spillage. He blinks and a shock of surprise and slight embarrassment passes through him as he realizes just how full it is. He clears his throat and leans in to kiss Claud "Uhh where should I ... get rid of this" he looked around, not knowing if Claud had a specific place for these.

"Then can we... lay down till the bread is done?"

Claud—07/06/2021
Claud pointed languidly towards the window side of the bed, his tongue trying to reinvent how to form words, "There's a small garbage can over there," and then he indicated a door on the opposite wall, "and the bathroom's through there, if you need it." He kept his hands on Donovan's waist, reluctant to be parted from him. Grabbing a few tissues he cleaned himself up and discarded them in the bedside waste basket before collapsing back onto the bed, limbs still weak from that intense orgasm.

"Yes, please come back to cuddle," he sighed gently, and happily from where he lay, all boneless and flushed, pink marks starting to show faintly on his skin, his hair a wild mane about his head. They still had a good hour at least before the bread would be done (it might not have even finished its rising cycle yet) and Claud looked forward to the gentle intimacy.

Donovan P. Harken—07/06/2021
Claud wasn't the only one weak. Donovan nodded and climbed out of bed and....well he'd forgotten jelly legs, he might not have been the one getting railed but damn if it hadn't had a similar effect. He went down on one knee to catch himself and burst out laughing deeply "Ah- right." He cleared his throat and reached across to drop the tied condom in the bin before crawling back into bed and collapsing beside Claud.

First, he cleaned Claud's fluids from his own belly and shrugged, good enough. The bathroom could wait. He lay down and pulled Claud into his chest with strong arms, kissing softly at his cheek and temple. "You're so beautiful, I know I've said it already" he murmurs softly, closing his eyes and resting his face in Claud's hair.

"...don't remember the last time I was this happy."

Claud—07/06/2021
Claud sat up in a mild panic when he saw Donovan go down, but he was alright, just a bit weak in the knees like Claud was. Settling back onto the pillows Claud grinned, enjoying the laughter and feeling a sense of pride at having been able to do that to Donovan.

Donovan pulled him close and Claud happily snuggled in, gently tangling his limbs with Donovan's. "I am glad," he replied, voice soft in the quiet room, "You work so hard and do so much for others, you deserve happiness too."

Donovan P. Harken—07/06/2021
Donovan isn't expecting the sweet sentiment, people here hadn't... been too kind to him. Mostly because he's a square, he's stubborn and has chosen to stay 'a cop' and well... the island rejects that, and most of the people do too. To hear he deserves happiness shakes him to his core.

He knows Claud can feel his emotions so he tries to fight it but a dam of sadness breaks and floods outwards, mourning, despair. He doesn't want it to ruin the moment but it's impossible and instead he just closes his eyes and presses his face silently into Claud's hair, in part to hide, in part for comfort.

Claud—07/06/2021
Claud pulls Donovan close, hand behind his head gently petting his hair and softly echoing back his feelings in an effort to show that they are valid, radiating wordless comfort and acceptance of Donovan and his emotions in this moment.

The city could be a hard place, and Claud made an effort to choose kindness in the face of all that hardship and heartbreak. It was his path of gentle rebellion.

Donovan P. Harken—07/06/2021
Donovan trembled slightly with the effort of pushing the urge to cry down, he was a big boy, he couldn't cry like that. He finally seemed to learn to breathe and Claud's touches were soothing.

There's no hiding anything from Claud and in a way it...takes away so much fear about saying anything in regards to how he's feeling. "I've been lonely so long." he says softly after a time, voice a little shaky.

"Was married once. Had a whole life. I know this world is different now and... even though it all hurts, I'm glad it's...led me to this moment here, right now." He lifts a hand to cup and stroke Claud's cheek.

Claud—07/06/2021
"You've had to deal with a lot of hardship," Claud agreed. "I'm sorry you've been alone so long." Claud smiles and slow blinks when Donovan touches his cheek. After a moment he sneaks a kiss on Donovan's hand, his wrist. "I'm glad you're here with me, too."

Donovan P. Harken—07/06/2021
Donovan closes his eyes again and relaxes both physically and mentally, melting into Claud. There's a long silence, a ghost of a smile, a well of sadness once more.

"I had a baby, you know? ...Little girl... left her behind with her mother to come here." He tells Claud softly, there's time now to get to know each other and... heck if that isn't one of the biggest things always on Don's mind, his little girl.

"Lynn."

Claud—07/06/2021
Claud listened, able to give cues through his vibe that he was present and listening without making little noises. He lets the moments breathe, lets the silences stretch so Donovan doesn't feel rushed in his telling.

"Tell me about her? About them?" he asks gently.

Donovan P. Harken—07/06/2021
Donovan just squeezes Claud gently to him. "Can't tell you about my baby... barely knew her. She just had the biggest and most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen, called her my little bluebird ... and... then I was gone. She'd be a fully fledged adult with a job, maybe I'm even a grandpa if...if the world is still there anyway."

He takes a deep breath "And Vera, she was a beautiful woman. She worked hard, always supported me. We met while I was dancing actually, she wasn't a dancer...just there to watch and have a good night out and we got talking at the bar. Next thing I knew we were getting married and having a baby" he laughed softly. "Time goes so fast. Taken me so long to believe I'll never see them again, you know? ...." a pause. "Sorry, this is a lot." he says guiltily.

Claud—07/06/2021
Claud gently shakes his head, "It's ok, I want to hear it. It's a part of you, of your history. And I want to get to know you better."

Calm, enraptured attentiveness, curiosity, love...

Donovan P. Harken—07/06/2021
Donovan smiles, how was Claud so understanding? He radiated that love back, and then that curiosity. He opens his eyes and begins to trace the flowers on Claud's arms, getting a good look at them. An idea runs through his mind and it's probably obvious that he's scheming silently. He forgets to say anything in that moment.

Claud—07/06/2021
Claud shifted slightly to lay on his stomach so Donovan could see the full extent of the tattoos that wrapped around to his back. Certainly he can tell that there's some wheels turning, but he doesn't pry, just enjoys being explored and touched. Nina had done good work, and he liked showing it off.

Donovan P. Harken—07/07/2021
Donovan rolls over on top of Claud, propping himself over him as he begins to kiss and suck his way down his spine. It’s meant to be innocent and sweet worship but he does feel himself ache once more and pushes that feeling aside. He thought he was at an age he was past that insatiable desire but here he was.

“Why flowers?” He asks between tender kisses.

Claud—07/07/2021
Claud giggles and then hums soft, pleased sounds as Donovan was seemingly aiming for a round three. He was going to have to dote on this one for a while, not that he minded at all. Quite the contrary.

"Some of them are for people, mmn..." it was hard to concentrate with a distractingly loving mouth on his body. After a moment he holds up his hand, flowers curling around his wrist, twisting up his arm. "The gladiolus—my sister, Gladys. And the dandelion—me. Originally I was just going to have my wrists done, but I found myself wanting to add to them every year." He lets his hand rest back down on the mattress. "It was a better way to spend my... our birthday than feeling bad and getting drunk. I chose flowers because I hoped they would be transformative, in a way. Take all that bad shit I felt and turn it beautiful." He sighed, feeling comfortable and relaxed. Safe.

Donovan P. Harken—07/07/2021
Donovan had been pushing down those feelings of excitement to not seem so damn horny but Claud makes a few noises that makes it impossible to hide.

He kisses each of the flowers in tandem with a smile “that sounds like it was a fine idea.” There’s a swell of guilt there though, Claud has no idea how much he drinks to cope when he’s at home... maybe he could change it before he ever found out, now that he has a reason to change other than himself “I know a tattoo artist, didn’t realise till recently... it’s been tempting. Not something I ever would have considered but...”

He tilts his head to kiss down along Claud’s ribs, testing to see if he’s ticklish or not “not sure what I’d get, would want it to mean something of course”

Claud—07/07/2021
Claud continued to make little noises as Donovan kissed him, unabashed at the effect he was having on the man, already thinking of ways to touch him. To see if he could make him cum a third time. And he did laugh softly; a little ticklish.

"Mmmm... It's nice, I suppose, for tattoos to mean something. But they don't have to. They can just be nice images. Still, I think it's worth putting a bit of thought into."

He hugs a pillow to his chest and looks over his shoulder at Donovan. "You got any ideas?"

Donovan P. Harken—07/07/2021
Donovan smiles “I’d want something permanently on my skin to have a meaning.... even if that meaning is a little cryptic” he chuckles and slides back even further, nipping at Claud’s hip.

He kisses his way further down to his buttocks, proceeding to spread gentle kisses and playful nips all over his (perfect) cheeks. By this time he’s really feeling excited again. He sighs a little too, his plans had just been to relax with Claud in bed but his libido was insatiable tonight.

He looks up at Claud as he looks over his shoulder “I um... I was thinking about maybe a koi, to represent my... stubbornness” he laughs “rather perseverance I suppose, like swimming upstream against a current... and well maybe that’s changing I don’t know, but that part of me has been present for the biggest chunk of my life so far. Also my grandfather was Japanese and I’d like to think of it as a tribute to him.” He smiled a little sadly there, obviously an old man he still misses a lot. “And a pair of blue bird to represent my daughter. That’s as far as I got in my mind.”

Claud—07/07/2021
"Hmm, yeah that's fair. Koi and blue birds sounds nice. Ah~" The body worship was extremely gratifying, and Claud felt flushed and almost over stimulated. But good, he felt really good and he wanted to continue helping Donovan to feel good too.

"Mmm, you should talk to your tattoo artist friend. A good artist will work with you and help you with your ideas. Plus talking it out can help you get out of your head, you know? Sometimes ideas feel so big and unapproachable until you express them in some way." He lay his head back down on the pillow and sighed happily.

Donovan P. Harken—07/07/2021
Donovan smiles “I will... she’s special to me too you know? I thought I’d lost her... found the family dead, her father was the best friend I ever had and then he was gone” he says sadly “but I found her.” There’s a wave of paternal feelings with what he says too.

“Couldn’t think of anyone more perfect to do the tattoo for me” he murmurs and makes his way back up Claud’s body, kissing until he had to pull his hair to one side to kiss at his ears, resting the length of his erection between Claud’s buttocks.

“I’m sorry by the way” he breathes as he rocks his hips slightly “I’ve never been so- well you do things to me.”

Claud—07/07/2021
"That's wonderful, I'm really happy you found her," Claud said, smiling. He wanted to ask more questions, but Donovan had moved back on top of him, was kissing his ears and pressing him into the mattress again. It was sad, really, how casually one could mention violence in this city, and in the next breath forget it. Or at least avoid it. But Claud wasn't upset, he understood full well. Some days it seemed like the only way to cope.

Gently pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, Claud chuckled, a low, warm sound, his feelings were of gentle mirth. "So I've been told," he says, rutting back up against Donovan. "What are you thinking? Got anything in mind?" he asked, knowing the brainstorming would work to further turn Donovan on.

Donovan P. Harken—07/07/2021
Donovan was just...exhausted. He'd lived through so much death and trauma that he'd had to process it a thousand times in his head. Maybe he came across a little numb but it was avoidance that drove him to keep kissing Claud and pressing into him as well as the arousal. Claud helps by rutting back up into him, causing Donovan to gasp and grind a little harder into him "I..." that fog moves back in and Donovan scours his mind for thoughts.

"I don't have a lot of varied experiences to draw from for ideas." he admitted, but he'd watched porn. There were nights he'd turned to gay porn and hated himself for it after he'd finished. "...We could- " he moves up off Claud for a moment and turns him over onto his back, pressing his length against Claud's own and wrapping his hand around both "... like...this?" he rumbles with uncertainty, not stroking them both yet.

Claud—07/07/2021
Claud was relaxed and boneless, his body moving without resistance when Donovan rolled him over. But he was still so sensitive, and when Donovan took him in hand he squirmed and tensed up. "Aah—ahh, I-I think maybe a position with less direct stimulation for me," he said gently. "Here, maybe..."

Sitting up he grabbed the lube and after lying back down he straightened his legs above him and rested them both on one of Donovan's shoulders, then lubed up the insides of his thighs. "Think this'll be enough?" He took Donovan's member in his slicked hand and gave it a few pumps, then gently pulled his hips forward so he could press between his thighs. "I can always help you out in other ways, too."

Donovan P. Harken—07/07/2021
Donovan blushed "Sorry uh- " he can't believe he's even managing to go again in the first place, he's sure his body will calm down over time. He wonders if his vibe contributes in any way to his stamina... questions best saved for later.

He's so distracted in his own thoughts that the hand on him catches him off-guard and he gasps, rocking his hips forwards "Ah- yes- that's- " he takes a moment to realize what Claud has done. His thighs are lubed up... oh- oh!

"Yes- this is perfect if you're okay with it?" well of course Claud was, he offered. He places his hands on Claud's legs and as he presses his cock between his thighs he pins them together with a shudder. A ragged breath escapes him at the pressure around him, he was very sensitive but also very excited.

Claud—07/07/2021
Claud nodded, and cleaned his hand on a tissue. "I want to see how much you can cum on my stomach," he goaded, settling fully back on the mattress to watch the show. Donovan pressed between his thighs and he looked so beautiful in his ecstasy. "Grip my hips hard if you have to." He was feeling impish and he loved tantalizing his lovers.

Donovan P. Harken—07/07/2021
"Oh fuck" he curses the moment Claud tells him to cum on his stomach. He's not even used to talking so openly about things like 'cum' and so on, it shocks him, excites him. He pants softly, well and truly riled as he reached down to indeed grip those hips tightly.

"You're a tease" he growls in accusation as he starts to move his hips, letting out deep gasps as he felt his cock move back and forth through the slick, warm walls of skin. His eyes linger down on Claud, hair disheveled and hanging slightly past his face. "I'm going to get you back for that one" he promises with a lustful smirk.

Claud—07/07/2021
Claud beamed up at him, always excited when his lovers started to look really disheveled, started to act a little unhinged with need. "I hope so," he teased right back, looking infuriatingly unphased and not at all intimidated. Paying close attention to Donovan's needs through his vibe, he either tightened or relaxed his legs, applying and removing pressure to prolong Donovan's pleasure and, hopefully, drive him wild.

Donovan P. Harken—07/07/2021
Donovan's head hung forwards, rough breaths escaping him as he began to truly thrust between those thighs. Claud always seemed to know what he wanted, it drove him wild, made him breathless.

"god you have the ...sexiest, most beautiful smile" he pants, shuddering. A little precum drools from his tip between Claud's thighs even though he'd already finished twice already.

"I'm close" he pants softly, squeezing Claud's hips firmly and pressing kisses against his legs where they are closest to his face.

Claud—07/07/2021
Donovan compliments him and Claud grins, awash with fond feelings. Truthfully he'd always been a little self-conscious of his smile, he was missing a canine after all and on his down days he thought the gap made him look a little, well... poor.

But here was Donovan, panting and shaking over him, about to cum through his thighs, and complimenting his smile. Gratitude, fondness... "Paint me up," he encouraged, reaching down to stroke his hands over Donovan's under thighs and ass.

Donovan P. Harken—07/07/2021
Donovan groans loudly, that command tips him over the edge effortlessly. His thrusts become irregular and finally he thrusts hard one more time, his cock poking out the other side of Claud’s thighs as he yells and explodes.

The first string of cum rather impressively reaches Claud’s chin with the force of the first burst, but every subsequent burst pools across his stomach and Don is left shuddering and panting, leaning a little into Claud’s legs. Now he’s painfully sensitive, any movements make him gasp.

“Shit... Claud” he breathes out between gasping for breath.

Claud—07/07/2021
Impressed and excited by Donovan's unfettered sexual display Claud teased out his tongue to lick a bead of cum from his chin. Carefully opening his legs he frees Donovan, letting one leg down to rest on the mattress, the other still up and pressed across Donovan's front. He was afraid that if he removed all support the man might pitch forward.

"Look at what a good job you've done," he praised, raising one hand to comb back the loose and sweat-damp hair hanging in front of Donovan's face, then cup his cheek tenderly.

Donovan P. Harken—07/07/2021
Donovan shivers, that praise really does it for him. Even in the afterglow it makes his arousal grow and elongates those good feelings.

After a moment he pulls away and truly collapses beside Claud, reaching sleepily for the tissues again to help clean Claud up. He groans softly and throws the tissue away properly before he drew Claud in.

“You’re so good to me.” He says softly “I know I’m going to miss you while I’m away.”

Claud—07/07/2021
The faint echoes of Donovan's pleasure wash over Claud and he shivers in sympathetic response. God it's good.

"Hmmm, you plan on going far?" Claud asked, snuggling close and kissing Donovan's face once he's clean.

Donovan P. Harken—07/07/2021
Donovan smiled “no. Right now I wouldn’t go at all but I understand you need space for the others” he runs a hand through the younger man’s hair and kisses his lips softly. There’s a little sadness, no jealousy, he simply knows he will long for Claud in the gaps.

“I look forwards to our date. I want to learn about you. To get to know you.”

Claud—07/07/2021
"Hmm, true," Claud conceded. "But I do try to pay special, extra attention to those who are in what I call the Honeymoon Phase." He smiled and kissed him. "I'll try not to keep you waiting too long," he promised.

Claud chuckled softly, "Hmmm, I'm sorry I'm a bit quiet when it comes to talking about myself. I'm happy to answer any questions you may have, though," he promised, kissing the scar on Donovan's chin. "And I want to get to know more about you. You've got plenty of stories on your own skin, you know."

Donovan P. Harken—07/08/2021
Donovan smiled “good to know I’ll be getting special treatment for once eh?” He jokes gently and presses another quick kiss to his lips.

“Ah.. Claud, you don’t have to tell me anything, you know? And if you do then all in your own time. I still want to know other things other than your history” he coos fondly, but the kiss to one of his scars catches him off-guard “oh” he smiles “some of them happier than others. We’ll get there though.” He promises and closes his eyes. He’s so very comfortable, he’s just resting his eyes that’s all!!!

“Do your boyfriends ... date other people too?” He asks out of the blue but Claud would feel the question had been on his mind some of the night. “Sorry I have so many questions, it’s all very new to me.”

Claud—07/08/2021
Claud can sense Donovan's fatigue and he remains close, a supportive, comforting presence next to Donovan as he rests. "I don't mind you asking," he answered in a gentle, even tone. "In fact I prefer you ask rather than sit there and wonder and worry, even if the question is embarrassing or difficult. But yeah, I know that some of my lovers sleep around with other people, and some I don't know what they do. If they don't wanna talk about it I don't pry into their business. My relationship with all my lovers is open, so if you wanna see other people you should." Then he grinned, "But I do plan on doting on you a while, if you want it."

Donovan P. Harken—07/08/2021
Donovan smiled softly "I... I don't know if I will but it's good to know where you stand on it." it was a strange concept to him, but yet strangely... free? Not that he'd ever craved such a freedom but now he was handed it he couldn't help but see the appeal.

"I want to dote on you," he says with a playful smile and presses a kiss to Claud's temple "I suppose we'll just have to dote on each other, hm?"

Claud—07/08/2021
"Mmmm," Claud hummed, then blinked slowly, happy and content. It was a relief to know that Donovan didn't seem to have any objections to their arrangement. "I suppose we just will," he agreed, kissing Donovan's cheek in turn. He just wanted to stay here, snuggling and kissing, protected and secluded from the city. From the world.

Donovan P. Harken—07/08/2021
Donovan laughed sweetly as he was given a kiss in return "You are the sweetest thing" he rumbles "How did I ever convince you to bring me home eh?" he grinned and buried his face in Claud's hair once more.

His breathing steadies, body relaxing. There are a lot of happy feelings swelling inside him but he certainly starts to fall asleep right there for real this time. Soft breaths rise from his lips... Claud's going to have to wake him up for that bread it seems, poor guy is tuckered out and spent.

Claud—07/09/2021
"You were kind, open, and honest, simple as that... Well, and very good looking, that didn't hurt either," Claud said softly, watching Donovan relax further until he was dozing. Closing his eyes too he relaxed and stayed close. Even if they slept through the night the oven would shut off automatically and they'd have fresh bread whenever they arose.

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Claud dozed off and on until he heard the beep of the oven announcing the end of its timer. Gently, carefully he extricated himself from Donovan and padded to the kitchen to open the oven door, letting the aroma of fresh bread really fill the apartment. As the loaves cooled to an edible temperature he took his time around the apartment, tidying up, closing blinds, turning off lights, getting his phone onto the nightstand and plugged in, and setting a glass of water on Donovan's side in case he woke up.

After getting cleaned up a bit and pulling on pajama bottoms, Claud went to try and wake Donovan who was still happily snoozing away. But Claud knew he'd be heartbroken if he didn't get to have some of the fresh bread, and at the very least he needed to get him under the covers. "Hey," he said softly, rubbing a hand up and down Donovan's side, "you want any of this bread?" He leaned in and kissed his cheek.

Donovan P. Harken—07/09/2021
Donovan barely stirred when Claud left, but he did pull a pillow closer to himself thinking it was Claud and buried his face in it. The sounds of someone moving around, existing in the same space as him, sent him to good places in his dreams. He was happy, even in his sleep.

He was still naked as the day he was born, sprawled comfortably on the bed when Claud returned. He chuckled and jerked softly in his sleep as the hand moved up his side, shivering as the sensation made him feel ticklish. A little smile appeared at the kiss "mm.." he murmured. There was a silent pause before he rolled slightly towards Claud, who may sense he was slowly waking up. The smell of bread helped wake him too "Morning Honey.." he rumbled and reached out to stroke Claud's hair, finally opening his eyes and blinking tiredly. He'd never been so comfortable, so cozy.

...

He sees Claud and stares in confusion for a moment before feeling a little embarrassed as he realizes what he called him, smiling apologetically "...did you say bread?"

Claud—07/09/2021
Claud doesn't comment on the slip up. It's both sweet and makes his heart ache, but he doesn't make a big deal of it, doing little more than smiling kindly. "I did," he said, pecking another kiss on his cheek. "It's been resting for a bit now, should be perfect. Oh, and I wanted to ask if it's ok if I washed your trousers with some of my things, I was going to put a load of laundry in." He wanders about the room, picking up their variously discarded clothes and properly disposing of any garbage that hadn't hit the garbage can. "I can wash more of your clothes if you like but I'm not sure I have a bathrobe that will fit you in the meanwhile." Then he smirked mischievously, "Unless you want to wander about in the nude, I won't stop you living your truth."

Donovan P. Harken—07/09/2021
Donovan flushed "Oh-" he looked down at his naked body and then up at Claud, cheeks going even darker. He wasn't used to this, no one had seen him naked in a DAMN long time "That'd be really- that'd be nice" he laughed and rubbed the back of his neck "You might just have to put up with me wandering the place nude... I think all my clothes need washing." he winked playfully and climbed out of bed to slip his arms around Claud and spin him to face away. He pecks and kisses at his neck and cheek.

"Let's have some bread, shall we?"

Claud—07/09/2021
Claud snuggled back against Donovan's warm bulk, hugged the arms that were hugging him, and tilted his head indulgently to allow for more kisses. "Mmm, I think I can deal with that," he said as a vast understatement. A handsome, naked man wandering his apartment? Oh nooo...

"Let's," he agreed. "Lemme put the laundry in first and I'll join you in the kitchen." He reaches behind and gives Donovan's butt a friendly pat.

Donovan P. Harken—07/09/2021
Donovan jumped a little at the pat and grins sheepishly, letting go of Claud "I spose I have to let you go for that. How will I cope?" he rumbles and gives Claud's butt a cheeky pinch before heading out to the kitchen. Claud would probably feel the powerful joy and happiness radiating from him across the entire apartment as Don roamed the kitchen. He was so very happy.

He eyed every mug and plate, every picture if there were any, for any little indications about Claud he could gather.

Claud—07/09/2021
Claud smiled with an expression and an air about him that Donovan had seen a few times now, like Claud had a secret, like he knew something and was almost going to tell you, but decided to keep it to himself at the last moment. "Feel free to start eating without me, I wouldn't want to torture you. Hot mitts are on the counter near the stove."

As he took the clothing to the washing machine he basked in that happy feeling. Never had doing chores felt so good. After spot cleaning the trousers in the sink he tossed them in with the rest of the clothing and then joined Donovan in the kitchen, not being shy about looking at him, appreciating him.

The apartment wasn't sterile, it was well-kept and its contents well-loved, but there was a sparseness to it that spoke its own story. He seemed to have nothing sentimental that was older than a few years. No photos on display. There were a few posters on the walls, but they were of local bands and celebrities—some of them even signed—or reproduction posters of artists from the time before the island. Lots of plants. There was very little in the way of material possessions, and almost everything that was was utilitarian rather than decorative. Many of the cupboards and drawers in the small kitchen were empty, there simply not being enough dishes or food to fill them.

Donovan P. Harken—07/09/2021
Donovan wants to eat but he waits, he wants to enjoy it with Claud. He's a little sad about the lack of personal touches but he smiles at the autographs. Maybe they'll have to take a photo together, Don at least knew he'd frame it. He does get the bread out though and set the mitts aside.

There's a big flush of food excitement and joy again as he leans down and takes one big whiff of the fresh bread smell. Almost better than sex (almost!).

Claud—07/09/2021
When Claud realized that Donovan was waiting for him he hurried over to the table. "Sorry to keep you waiting," he said, pulling a bread knife and cutting board out and setting one of the loaves on it. He cut a few pieces with a practiced hand, nearly perfect slices, and set the whole lot before Donovan. The loaf was warm, and being cut open only further filled the air with the smell of fresh baked bread. There were little plates and butter knives, and an assortment of jellies and butters from the bakery. The jellies were little better than colored, flavored sugar gel, but they were tasty.

"Dive on in," he said, taking and buttering a slice for himself.

Donovan P. Harken—07/09/2021
Donovan smiled "Couldn't start without you." he said warmly and stayed close to Claud. He happily took some bread and spread butter on a few slices, feeling a shiver of delight as he felt how soft and warm the bread was. He seemed to like his bread with just butter, at least fresh anyway. He dove in, taking his first bite and an EXPLOSION of enjoyment and joy erupted from him.

He let out a low moan as he chewed the bread and sank against the counter as if his legs were weak. "This is..." he took another bite and felt even a bit emotional about how fucking good this was.

Claud—07/09/2021
"Right?" Claud said, feeling proud. "I'm tellin' ya, it's not too difficult, I can show you how to make bread." Claud took the food over to the table so they could sit.

For a time he just munched in silence, enjoying the good food and the good feelings, sharing both.

Donovan P. Harken—07/09/2021
Donovan smiled "Thanks, I'd like that." he walked and ate at the same time, unable to stop munching even on the journey to the table.

He spends a good while just enjoying bread, moving his leg up against Claud's own with a shy smile as he chewed.

"I feel like I'm going to sleep for a month after all this" he chuckled sleepily "...it's a very comfy bed too."

Claud—07/09/2021
Claud happily played footsie back. "Thanks, it was a bit of an investment that's for sure, but it's well worth it." Then he blushed, "And not just for like, the—the debauchery. The sleeping part is very important too," he laughed easily at himself.

"Hmm, yeah, lots of excitement and lots of carbs tonight, we'll pass right out. Did we want to try and watch the movie or should we just go back to bed?" Claud offered, feeling pretty fatigued himself.

Donovan P. Harken—07/10/2021
Donovan laughed at the clarification, nudging his foot sweetly against Claud's. "Oh-" he facepalmed "The movie, I'm so sorry... perhaps we could do it tomorrow after work unless you have someone else around?" he asked "I don't have to stay the night if you want me to go after the movie, yeah? I can work with whatever is best for you." though it came with a small stab of sadness that he tried to hide when he said it, he still meant it.

Claud—07/10/2021
"I would love to have movie night with you. I'm pretty sure my evening's free tomorrow, but I'll check and let you know." Though, he knew they probably wouldn't end up watching the movie then either, not that he minded that. "And I would love it if you stayed the night then, too, if you wanted to." That ping of sadness was pretty telling—Donovan expected cruelty but hadn't grown completely numb to it yet. There was still time for Claud to help resuscitate his view of the world.

Donovan P. Harken—07/10/2021
Donovan smiled softly, he wanted to watch a movie with Claud, that much was at least radiating from him. He so longed for domesticity, for some sense of normality in a chaotic world.

"I would love to, more than anything." he said sweetly between mouthfuls "And if i'm staying here you'd better put me to work, I don't mind helping out around the place."

Claud—07/10/2021
Claud understood the need to work, to help, to keep busy, and he would never deny someone the opportunity especially if they wanted it, if they offered it. Work, Claud believed, when done freely and with love, was as close to sacred as could be approached in this mortal world. "Of course," Claud agreed with a smile, his foot returning the loving movements. "Do you have any favorite chores? Any that you'd rather not do?"

Donovan P. Harken—07/10/2021
Donovan smiled, heart blooming "Any chore that helps you will make my heart soar." he says and leans forwards "Washing the dishes has a nostalgic ring to it, cleaning the floors, laundry, folding the laundry..." Donovan reaches across the table to squeeze lovingly at Claud's wrist.

"It all means a lot to me. No task too small."

Claud—07/10/2021
Claud leans forward too, and steals a quick kiss, lips warm and tasting of butter. "Alright then, I'll keep that in mind. That is, if you don't mind me swooping in to distract you every now and then. I like to put on music while I clean and sometimes I must dance. You understand." He settled back in his seat, but had twisted his hand so he was holding Donovan's, and gave him a quick reassuring squeeze.

Donovan P. Harken—07/10/2021
Donovan presses himself into that kiss, trying to make it linger a little longer "Please do distract me, any time you want. Even if I'm not around I will always be at the other end of the phone for you." he laughs again "And of course there is never a moment I do not enjoy dancing, I also must dance" he grins playfully, squeezing that hand firmly in return.

"And I hope to dance with you again and again and again until the soles of my shoes wear through" he rumbles romantically.

Claud—07/10/2021
"Till our souls wear through and our limbs lose strength," Claud flirts right back. He couldn't believe how sweet and earnest Donovan was, how charming and kind.

"So tell me about your vibe? It's very beautiful and feels wonderful," he asked and took another bite of bread.

Donovan P. Harken—07/10/2021
Donovan tilted his head "My vibe? goodness, rare that I have to explain my vibe to anyone" he toys softly with Claud's fingers, taking a bite of his own as he thinks.

A moment passes and he swallows "I can shape energy. I can do a great deal of versatile things with it.. like..." he gets an idea, a bright smile forming on his lips as he holds his palm up towards Claud.

A beating, cartoony heart forms from his palm and floats towards Claud. "That is quite simply what it is, too. But it is a flexible power, it can shape many things."

Claud—07/10/2021
Claud laughed with delight at the heart Donovan manifested. "That's fantastic," he said simply, their fingers leaving together lovingly. "I'd love to see more sometime." With his plate now empty Claud leans on his free hand and looks at Donovan with drooping, loving eyes. He had some ideas of what he'd like to see Donovan do with his vibe off course, but fatigue was settling in and even his dirty thoughts couldn't break through that contented, sleepy haze.

After a moment of thought he says, "I'm pretty sure I've got some new toothbrushes n' those little toothpastes in the bathroom. N' mmm, little soaps." His eyes start to close.

Donovan P. Harken—07/10/2021
Donovan feels his cheeks warm at the loving look Claud was giving him across the table. He felt so very in love but he knew this feeling needed time and exploration.

“Oh? That’s helpful... given where my mouth has been this evening,” he laughs a little shyly and stands, bringing Claud’s hand to his lips to kiss his knuckles, “Well I’m going to freshen up before bed, and you look exhausted. Come on.” He rumbles and rounds the table, putting an arm around Claud to help him up.

Claud—07/10/2021
Claud chuckled a bit and opened his eyes, standing when helped and snuggling unhelpfully into Donovan's chest. "Mmnn, I'm more concerned about the carbs on our teeth." He leaned up and stole another kiss. "And all these sweet kisses." The romantic atmosphere, and his fatigue, was starting to get to him, and he smiled up at Donovan with a goofy smile on his face.

Donovan P. Harken—07/10/2021
Don laughs “more sweet kisses tomorrow, let’s get our teeth brushed and get to bed hm?” He guides Claud to the bathroom and manages to locate what seems to be an unused toothbrush and some toothpaste. He smiles at Claud and looks in the mirror as he begins to brush his teeth. There’s just something about it that feels like home. There are an array of good and admittedly giddy feelings among the fog of tiredness.

Claud—07/10/2021
"Hmmm," Claud agreed, letting himself be ushered into the bathroom. The guest supplies were easily enough located, and they brushed their teeth to the hum of the washing machine. The gentle flirting continued, fond glances through the mirror, Claud's hand on Donovan's back, petting lightly. It did indeed feel like home, familiar and comfortable. Easy to fall into a rhythm with one another.

Claud finishes up in the bathroom and excuses himself with a kiss to go wrap up the bread. He wraps up the untouched loaf in a bag for Donovan to take with him in the morning, writing his name on the bag and leaving it on the counter near the door. He turns off the lights in the kitchen and walks back to the bedroom in the dark, flopping into the bed and wiggling under the covers, utterly content.

Donovan P. Harken—07/10/2021
Don is very taken with every flirtatious look, he flirts back sleepily. He nudges himself into Claud and casts loving looks his way. As soon as they’re in bed he tries to play big spoon for Claud, but it’s barely a few minutes before he’s asleep, content and comfortable.