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I won't make this prettier what are you talking about.

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- Gigaflare (March) = 3x Remaining

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[What a loaded question that is. There is much that crosses Dion's mind, and many of the thoughts would be considered a sin by Greagor herself. For once, he doesn't shy away from them. He knows himself, just as he knows that Joshua is all that he wants in this moment.

Provided, of course, Joshua would have him.]

I - admit that I am questioning my desire to resist you. [He leans in, nosing along Joshua's jaw. Even the scent of his soap threatens to dizzy Dion.] You have only ever been good to me. You know my heart, better than even myself. So perhaps you know as well as I, how it sings in this moment.

I feel... alive. And I wish to share that feeling with you.

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[ Oh. That's new. Joshua breathes in softly at the gentle touch to his jaw, tilting his head so that Dion has space to move freely. It feels... nice, as innocent as it is, and it makes his feathers ruffle just slightly. ]

I have some vague idea of it, I think.

[ There's a smile in his voice, soft as it is. What was it about the motorcycle ride that had knocked down the barriers they had been trying so hard to maintain all this time? Not that he minds, of course. Not when it feels like this. ]

I... would like that. My heart is full, near to overflowing. It would spill for you, if you wish it.

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[On one hand, it's adrenaline. It's has thoroughly knocked down any inhibitions Dion might have had, leaving him dizzied and near maddened. But on the other...]

Then let it spill, though I doubt anything that flows forth may surprise me. [He nuzzles behind Joshua's ear, voice low.] Never have I moved so in lockstep with someone. How could I ever doubt our bond, when you know my intentions even as I decide upon them.

[All that is to say, any lingering doubt had been wordlessly eased by Joshua's. Silly, perhaps, and even verging on the idealistic. But they were Dion's honest feelings. His heart, at the very least, had accepted what his mind could not. He loved Joshua, and hardly needed to fear what any level of intimacy might introduce between the two of them.

They would move through whatever came next together, knowing that they could rely on one another.]

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[ The nuzzling behind his ear makes him pull in a soft breath, and one of his hands slowly, cautiously slides up Dion's back. He likes this, this closeness between them. ]

It is like flying. [ His voice almost sounds distracted, though he's far from it. ] You and I have flown before, but this was... different. As though we flew together, as one. I could feel the way that your muscles pulled one way or another, and so I leaned with you. I paid far more attention to you than I did to the road, I must admit, but it was so easy. Like breathing.

[ Having reached Dion's shoulder, his hand moves further up, to slide into his hair and keep him close. His thumb brushes against Dion's cheek, and his breath follows suit. ]

It is my duty, and my greatest joy, to pay attention to your body. As your healer, and... otherwise.

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[Since Joshua seems to want him close, Dion obliges. His mouth slides against the shell of his ear, dragging down to the lobe and then pulling, every so lightly, with his teeth. For all he knows, the motion excites himself more than Joshua, considering the thrill that shoots through him. It is... nice to not have to hold back.

He doesn't go far when he speaks, and his words are interspersed with more kisses both against and behind his ear.]

And that... that is why I am more confident in ever in us. To move with you required no thought. It was instinct, it was what I was meant to do.

[He shivers before finally pulling back, eyes meeting Joshua's. He's... almost certain that they are on the same page, but he wants to be sure.]

I would have you know every inch of me. And know every inch of you in kind. I know I have balked before, but I am ready for this leap if you are.

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[ Oh, Founder. Breath and lips and teeth against his ear is very much a new sensation, and Joshua cannot stop the slight shiver that ripples through him in response, sending goosebumps scattering across his skin and making his feathers lift up where they lay. He is, arguably, a healthy young man in some respects, and he knows what it feels like to become stimulated, as it were, but to feel as though a chill has taken him without any presence of cold is almost akin to being feverish.

And he finds that he quite likes this sort of feverish.

As Dion pulls back, he allows him to do so, letting his hand drop back to the other man's shoulder. But his fingertips still play with the ends of his hair, and he looks deep into Dion's eyes, lips parting just a little. ]

I would be honored to take this leap with you, Dion. Wherever it may take us.

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[Dion knew it was unlikely that Joshua would reject him, not after everything they had done together. He had a feeling they were close to the same level, based off of how they'd struggled to resist each other previously. Still, he could hardly have anticipated such a profound response. He can already feel Joshua reacting to each touch, and he so desires to drag more of those responses out.

Greagor, Joshua looks so alluring like this.]

Then... perhaps we might let that leap take us to the bed?

[He glances toward the floor, the slightest bit sheepish at his own request. He keeps his gaze averted as he moves toward the bed. He takes a seat, legs spread wide, before reaching out to Joshua. Should he deign to come closer, Dion will allow his hands to rest upon those hips.]

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Indeed. I would like nothing more.

[ The bed would be most preferable, particularly because it gives them the chance to do... well, anything, really. The floor is open for whatever they desire, and right now, all that Joshua desires is Dion, in whatever way he can have him. It feels as though they have been trying to resist going too far for so long, even though it's only been a handful of weeks. But now, that caution is thrown to the wind.

As Dion moves, Joshua follows. There is very little hesitation in it, too. Dion's legs are spread, which means between them is a perfect place to slot himself in. One knee is gently braced on the edge of the bed, and his hands move, one taking Dion's shoulder and the other gently cupping his cheek. ]

Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?

[ It's breathed out, soft, warm, almost as if he's talking to himself, having discovered a long-lost treasure. Dion truly is a beautiful man. And not just in looks - in spirit, in action. He may be unsure on his feet here, with this, but Joshua has faith that even that will wane with time. ]

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[Joshua's presence is both a welcome one, and an intimate one. Despite having been off the bike for several minutes, Dion still feels immensely keyed up. Wherever Joshua brushes against feels as if its set alight, and if he didn't know better, Dion might have thought Joshua might have been semi-primed.

But no. this is simply the effect the man has on Dion. It's dizzying. Exhilarating. And entirely welcome.

He leans into that gentle hand, shivering as those fingers settle on his shoulder. His eyes are half-lidded, lips faintly parted. He turns his head, stealing a kiss to Joshua's palm, before turning his attention back to Joshua once more.]

Not like you have.

[He's heard the words from his people. His man. From his beloved. But the cadence in Joshua's voice is unlike any other.]

One could say the same to you. Beautiful. Kind. Gentle. [Dion's eyes close as he exhales.] Every moment with you is one worth treasuring.

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[ ... Founder, what had he been saying about Dion being beautiful? The way the man leans into his touch, relaxes beneath it, soaks it in as though he's starved for it... Joshua has a difficult time resisting the urge to lean in and claim those soft, parted lips for himself. He will, in a moment, but he doesn't want to leap right in. Not right now, not when they've only just agreed to take things farther than they have been.

So, instead, he leans in to press their foreheads together. Just for a moment. It's easy, when both of their eyes are closed. ]

You have been my beacon in the darkness, and I would be your warming hearth, to welcome you in after a long journey.

[ He shifts, then, pressing gentle, doting kisses from Dion's forehead and into his hair, like placing a crown of adoration on his head. But his lips dip lower, nosing into his hair to find his ear, mirroring Dion's prior attentions to his own as his lips brush across the soft skin there until he reaches the earring. He breathes warmly over it, scraping his teeth over the earlobe and letting them click against the metal of the stud. ]

Allow me to care for you, Dion. I have not the experience, but my love for you stokes my enthusiasm nonetheless.

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[Dion is rapidly losing control of the situation, and he can't bring himself to take it back. He had intended to bring Joshua up and make the same request, but now that the roles have been reversed? He can't imagine any other way. Joshua's touch is so kind, so gentle and —

Greagor, it's so very alluring. If he hadn't said as much, Dion never would have thought Joshua inexperienced. He moves just as Dion needs him to, which only affirms his theory that they were meant to slip together like this.]

You could do anything, and I would thank you. [There is an undeniable quiver in his voice, a barely bitten back lust that is being stoked by each touch Joshua administers.] If that is what you wish, then I shall gladly accept your care.

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[ That Dion is so willing to accept his hand like this... Joshua's breath shudders for a moment on his exhale, and he pulls back, just enough to look Dion in the eyes. And Founder, but his smile is warm. They've agreed to take things further, but just knowing that Dion wants this just as much as he wants to give it makes his chest feel tight, in a very good way. ]

Thank you. Truly.

[ With permission granted, he lets his hands begin to wander. They move down to Dion's chest, fingers spread over the sweater there. He's seen Dion without a shirt on before, and he knows what awaits beneath it. His fingers itch to touch that skin, to map it out and note each little scar, every mark and freckle. ]

Help me remove this from you?

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[Joshua can certainly try to get his hands down to Dion's chest, but he's going to have to contend with Dion's own arms. He moves his own hands up to Joshua's face, cupping his cheeks. He thumbs over both, studying the freckles as they are unveiled beneath his touch. He leans up, pressing a kiss to his lips, smile be damned.

His chest practically swells with adoration.]

Ah - whatever you wish.

[He's reluctant to move away from any sort of contact, the man's face included, but he does so. It's worth it to make things easier on Joshua, after all. His hands dip down, pulling at the sweater. It comes up over his head, and is cast to the side. Who cares about tidiness right now. Then his hands drop once more to begin undoing the buttons beneath, only to pause once more.]

Would you like to do the honors?

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[ Oh, a kiss is nice. A kiss is very nice. It's enough to sway Joshua from his path, just for a moment, though he's tempted to let it go longer. Perhaps he could deepen it, go past where they stopped before. It would be so, so easy.

But Dion doesn't let it go on for long, and he's pulling back to remove the sweater. Joshua watches as the fabric slips up over his head, messing up his perfect hair, and he has to bite his lip. It's a good look on him. He wants to run his fingers through Dion's hair, mess it up thoroughly, but he can do that any time. Right now, he has quite the opportunity. ]

I would love to.

[ His fingers meet Dion's, smoothly taking over the undoing of buttons. And oh, when that shirt parts to expose his chest... It's like the day he'd come to give Dion the earrings all over again. Only this time, he's allowed to touch.

He lets out a breath, clearly staring, and closes his eyes. Founder... ]

And likewise, you are welcome to remove mine. I would have us on equal footing.

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[Joshua is probably already aware of it, being his healer and all, but he'll still be pleased to find that the thick bandages he had sported on his arrival have all been removed. Some of the skin is still red and angry, healing from the ordeal of partially falling out of the atmosphere, and also being obliterated on the ground.

Dion isn't quite bashful as his chest is revealed, but it does send quite a thrill through him. He shivers beneath that gaze, finding himself swallowing before fully being able to process the words being spoken.]

Gladly, my beloved.

[He reaches for the... admittedly perplexing shirt. He drags his hands down the fabric, half-curious, half searching. He pulls at the buttons first, taking his time even as he gazes reverently up at Joshua. Once the last button his plucked, he pulls down the zipper, before beginning to nudge it off of one shoulder.]

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[ Oh, that lack of bandages is incredibly pleasing, in fact. The wounds that had been hidden beneath them are healing nicely, even if some do still look a bit tender. He will remember that for later. It will not hurt to rub in more salves.

But, for the time being, he is being stripped himself. He recalls the first time he'd tried it on, as well. The difficulty he'd had... But Dion seems to figure it out easily enough. As the zipper pulls down, it reveals a black turtleneck, sleeveless. The skin of his upper arms is exposed as the little outer jacket is urged down off of his shoulder. ]

A little more convoluted than yours. I do apologize.

[ But there's a tiny glimpse of a smirk on his lips nonetheless. He will let Dion play, if he likes. They have all the time in the world. ]

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[Why is this little outfit the thing that evokes such a vivid response from Dion. There's just something about the exposed shoulders that absolutely winds him. A hand shifts, thumbing over the bared skin, before he leans up trace the same line with his mouth.]

Convoluted, maybe. But worth the effort for you.

[He speaks against the skin, even lets his tongue briefly flick out on a single word, stealing the quickest taste of skin before he's back to business.

Of course, he does have he has to breathe deep and steady himself first. Those hands drop to Joshua's waist once more. Rather than grab the hem and simply lift, though, he allows his fingers to slip beneath the fabric. His wrists carry it upward, while his fingers explore lithe muscle and flesh alike. They fan out across the plane of Joshua's chest, palming gingerly over his pectorals before finally remembering what he's meant to do. He peels the turtleneck off the rest of the way, sending it to the growing pile of their clothing.

It's only then that he truly lets his eyes fall upon the fruits of his labor. The sight alone causes his pulse to quicken, his breath to shallow. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips before he finally gathers the strength to look away.]

And you called me beautiful.

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[ Oh. Of all things, why is that gentle brushing of lips and swipe of tongue the thing that makes him shiver the most? Joshua pulls in a soft breath, then huffs out a gentle laugh, lifting a hand briefly to indulge in threading his fingers into Dion's hair, dragging them through. ]

Then, I am glad to give you the task.

[ Those fingers dipping beneath his shirt are very distracting, though. He's been under the care of healers before, of course, but there is a great difference between a healer's touch and this. Dion's touch is soft, gentle, reverent, and Joshua closes his eyes, drinking it in.

When Dion finally decided to tug the shirt up and over his head, he moves with it, easing the passage. As the fabric peels away, it slowly reveals the mark left by Ultima - now a scar, rather than an ugly wound, but still sprawling between his pectorals, fingers of scar tissue radiating from it like a starburst. And there, at his collarbone, rests a small, golden tattoo in the shape of a sun. Beiwe's mark.

But Dion's awe is breathtaking in its own right, and Joshua huffs out another soft laugh, this time a bit more shy. ]

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I suppose.

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[The scar is, admittedly, difficult to look upon. Not for any aesthetic reasons, mind you, but because it makes Dion's heart twist so hard. Even now, with weeks to have accepted the reality, it's still difficult to imagine a world without Joshua's light. It's worse, still, when Dion imagines how his own wounds still ache after all this time. He can't imagine how Joshua must feel on a cold morning, or when he stretches too far.

Dion hardly realizes he's moved until his lips are pressing to the very center of the scar. He moves carefully along a point, trailing gentle kisses every inch or so until he reaches the very tip. He looks up through his lashes, shifting a hand to gingerly cup Joshua's cheek.]

If you have your doubts, then I will remind you. Every hour, if I must. Your body crafted by the greatest of artisans. Its radiance is matched only by that of your heart and soul, my dearest.

[And because he's feeling a little sappy, he leans up and steals a kiss while he's at it.]

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[ Admittedly, the scar does still bother him. It is still fresh, only three months old, and the wound was deep and severe. He'd died from it, after all, according to Clive. The bitterly cold mornings of that first month had been agonizing, but he hadn't complained about it. Particularly with Clive dying shortly after their arrival.

But here, now, with Dion's lips pressing fluttering kisses along the scar, tracing his way up, he finds that the scar doesn't bother him. Not the look of it, and not the twinges and aches. Dion isn't bothered by it, so he won't be either.

The stolen kiss interrupts anything he might say in response, and frankly, it doesn't bother him that it does. He can in a moment. ]

We can remind each other, then. For I very much like hearing it from your lips. You make it sound so much more enticing.

[ There's mirth in his voice, soft as it is. And he will gladly move in to steal a kiss of his own, now that they have both been divested of their shirts. But this time he doesn't just steal it - he claims Dion's lips, with a fervor like a man possessed. ]

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Every day I am with you, I will remind you. This I -

[Dion is cut off as Joshua's lips meet hiss. There's an intensity to that kiss that Dion doesn't think he's felt before — at least not from Joshua. He meets that kiss with an equal amount of ferocity. He raises his hand, burying it within Joshua's hair. Said fingers clench, pulling at the hair just slightly.

The other, in the meanwhile, lets itself slide down Joshua's torso. He palms over the span of his pectoral, then dips off to the side to trace against his ribs. There is so much to lay claim to, inches of skin left unexplored, and Dion can't wait to plunder it.]

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[ That passion has been bubbling away inside of him ever since the kiss on the motorcycle. Since far before that, in the kisses they've shared in the privacy of each other's rooms. It's been at a slow simmer for a while, at any rate, and now that Joshua is free to act upon it, now that they really do seem to be doing this, he will do so without hesitation.

The fingers tugging at his hair make his lips part in a soft but sharp inhale. But the tug also makes him groan softly, because oh, that feels good in a way that he can't quite explain. One of his hands moves to cup Dion's face, but the other touches against his chest, sliding up and across while Dion's moves down and to the side. ]

Founder, you are irresistible.

[ It's breathed out against Dion's lips in a quick break for air, but very little time is given to reply to it before Joshua dives right back in, fingers roaming to trace scars. ]

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[Dion, of course, is not inexperienced by any means. In the grand scheme of things, he is very familiar with touches like this. But the newness that Joshua brings, the adrenaline that still flitters through his system, and the emotion shared between them all prove to be a potent cocktail.

All that is to say, Joshua better watch out. As they return to their kiss, Dion's face freshly flushed from the rush of emotion that those words invoke, he finds he can't handle any lingering distance between them. Joshua's hand is liable to get trapped between them if he doesn't move, given the way Dion pulls both himself forward and his partner downward.

He does, however, break the kiss for a brief moment, voice crooning in the slight space between them.]

Joshua. My beloved.

[Sorry, he can't help himself.]

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[ Luckily, Joshua is able to read Dion's movements quickly enough that he can pull his hand away before it gets pinned. But the movement causes a soft gasp nonetheless, timing perfectly well with the break in the kiss, and Joshua finds himself bare chest to bare chest for just a moment. A shiver crawls its way up his spine, making his wings extend just the slightest bit. ]

Dion...

[ He breathes out the name, reverent, adoring. There's a spell being cast somewhere between them, he thinks, and he is quite thoroughly stuck in it, enraptured and enveloped. His exhaling breath shudders against Dion's lips, and then he's descending upon them once more, not hesitating in sliding his tongue right in, seeking out Dion's for a dance.

But his hands are the true mischief. Because while the rest of him is preoccupied with kissing his partner, his hands are already descending to the waistband of Dion's pants. He isn't certain how easy they would be to remove, especially like this, but his fingers dip beneath the waistband nonetheless. Just to touch the softer skin there.

For now. ]

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[That little flare of the wings gives Dion an idea. As his lips part to grant Joshua the entrance he seeks, Dion's hands slip backward. He reaches the base of those wings, massaging at the skin there. He isn't sure if it evokes any sort of arousal, but he can't imagine it feels bad, either. And maybe he just wants to play with the very tips of the feathers some too. Sue him.

Unfortunately for him, his focus begins to waver as he feels Joshua's hands slide lower. The pants he wears are, thankfully, not particularly complicated. He's found a smart pair of black jeans that frame him well enough, and while the denim was unpleasant to adjust to, they're at least simple enough to undo. Thankfully, he did not opt for a belt, so it will at least be somewhat simple for that hand to slip inward and -

Greagor, even just the barest of touch shorts out his mind. As his hips jerk upward in response, he breaks from the kiss to let out a choked noise. He isn't gone for long, at least, swiftly diving back in with the same amount of greed as before. His tongue clashes with Joshua's, eagerly meeting him yet again.