[He's smiling a bit to himself, though, and true to his (threat?) promise, he's waiting at the corner at the end of the road.
As soon as Alaric is closer, he holds out a hand to him. There are a few others out, random people Anders knows are there going about their business as well, though his eyes remain fixed on Alaric.]
[ He isn't, but he is actually tempted because there's something about that eye-contact... He takes the hand anyway, and goes there. Warily, but only a very little. Hey, he'd said he was in and he's in.
Didn't mean he wasn't also, as also said, already uncomfortable just from anticipation. ]
[He can read a bit of the discomfort in the way Alaric moves, but he pulls him close anyway, gaze never faltering, so he had Alaric pulled to his chest, still holding his hand while his other hand stroked through Alaric's hair before going down to settle at his side.]
Whatever their origin or association, I love your eyes. I love that I get to look into them and possess their attention. I love knowing I have them on me whenever you grant them.
[The hand at Alaric's side dipped into the middle of his back to pull him in as close as he could, a touch possessive yes, but mainly meant to hold as he leaned in to press a slow and slightly less than chaste kiss to Alaric's lips.]
[ There's no resistance to going there, though he gets a bit more tense when Anders starts talking - but he agreed to it and he trusts Anders and he does want to be here and do this.
Both of them acknowledging that it is uncomfortable helps, somehow.
He does not verbally respond, but he wraps his arms around Anders to return the kiss - and also sort of leans into him much like he did when he was participating in Anders' punishment. Get uncomfortable? Lean in to the stable and secure and safe thing.
Lean into who you love.
Even if they're also the source of the discomfort.
He's not tentative in returning the kiss, either - just... soft. ]
[Alaric's arms around him has Anders' other arm wrapping tight around him as the other ran lightly up and down his back. Yes, there were people around them but no one cared. Anders didn't care beyond keeping aware of Alaric's comfort levels in case it became too much. He wanted to push, not overwhelm.
He broke and renewed the kiss more than once, but finally one of his hands came up to cup Alaric's face as he pulled away again, blocking out a bit of the street so it was just them in what little space was between them.]
Very good.
[His expression softened, something less...controlled, measured, more earnest.]
I don't think you understand how much I adore and appreciate you. The fact we may disagree, fight, not even actually come to an agreement beyond deciding we disagree...and yet here you are. You're wonderful.
[ He didn't resist the hands on his face for a bit, looked up a little flushed and actually caught his breath -- and appreciated that his view was blocked by Anders. Sometimes height differences work out in his favor. ]
You need practice, too. With knowing that you are safe to disagree and argue and will still be loved.
[He can't help the laugh that escapes him as Alaric turns and immediately leads their way down the street. Yes, definitely good to have done this close to home...but he's glad it wasn't just outside it, either. Eyes on the back of Alaric's head, his expression can only be described as an equal mixture of fond and proud.]
Well I certainly trust you, so I'll take your wise words to heart.
[He fell into step with him and squeezed Alaric's hand, his voice pitching a little quieter so only his partner could hear.]
I am, however, also very much in need of you. I'm not sure we'll make it to a bedroom.
[ He takes Anders' hand and tightened his fingers around Anders' immediately, maybe just a little too tight but not by much. ]
As long as we make it behind a door....
[ He's mostly joking, though, because he's kind of dimly turned on and he makes a point of sharing that with Anders, mentally, because he can't quite say it. ]
[He takes the mental note for later. And sends a quiet note of interest back, both for practice as well as practicality.]
This time.
For now, I think I'm looking forward to the bruise the counter will leave across your hips and the marks I'm going to leave on the back of your neck and shoulders.
[The teasing words of 'I hope you do' are on his tongue when Alaric goes quieter. The house is close, but he slows just a bit as he brings Alaric's hand up to kiss the back of it, his tone softening.]
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[ He's already getting up to grab and put on the collar, though. He's just being a brat.]
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[ He is already heading out the front door, though. ]
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[He's smiling a bit to himself, though, and true to his (threat?) promise, he's waiting at the corner at the end of the road.
As soon as Alaric is closer, he holds out a hand to him. There are a few others out, random people Anders knows are there going about their business as well, though his eyes remain fixed on Alaric.]
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[ He isn't, but he is actually tempted because there's something about that eye-contact... He takes the hand anyway, and goes there. Warily, but only a very little. Hey, he'd said he was in and he's in.
Didn't mean he wasn't also, as also said, already uncomfortable just from anticipation. ]
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[He can read a bit of the discomfort in the way Alaric moves, but he pulls him close anyway, gaze never faltering, so he had Alaric pulled to his chest, still holding his hand while his other hand stroked through Alaric's hair before going down to settle at his side.]
Whatever their origin or association, I love your eyes. I love that I get to look into them and possess their attention. I love knowing I have them on me whenever you grant them.
[The hand at Alaric's side dipped into the middle of his back to pull him in as close as he could, a touch possessive yes, but mainly meant to hold as he leaned in to press a slow and slightly less than chaste kiss to Alaric's lips.]
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Both of them acknowledging that it is uncomfortable helps, somehow.
He does not verbally respond, but he wraps his arms around Anders to return the kiss - and also sort of leans into him much like he did when he was participating in Anders' punishment. Get uncomfortable? Lean in to the stable and secure and safe thing.
Lean into who you love.
Even if they're also the source of the discomfort.
He's not tentative in returning the kiss, either - just... soft. ]
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He broke and renewed the kiss more than once, but finally one of his hands came up to cup Alaric's face as he pulled away again, blocking out a bit of the street so it was just them in what little space was between them.]
Very good.
[His expression softened, something less...controlled, measured, more earnest.]
I don't think you understand how much I adore and appreciate you. The fact we may disagree, fight, not even actually come to an agreement beyond deciding we disagree...and yet here you are. You're wonderful.
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You need practice, too. With knowing that you are safe to disagree and argue and will still be loved.
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Perhaps, though arguing with you is not my favorite way to spend our time. If I get to kiss you after, I may learn more quickly.
[His eyes darted around Alaric's face and he stole another, quick kiss.]
This was a good first run, you're only slightly pink. I call that a win. May I take you back home now?
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[ He returns the kiss readily enough, soft and sweet but is immediately ready to move. ]
Yes. Please.
[Actually already moving. Near the house was probably a good move. ]
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Well I certainly trust you, so I'll take your wise words to heart.
[He fell into step with him and squeezed Alaric's hand, his voice pitching a little quieter so only his partner could hear.]
I am, however, also very much in need of you. I'm not sure we'll make it to a bedroom.
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As long as we make it behind a door....
[ He's mostly joking, though, because he's kind of dimly turned on and he makes a point of sharing that with Anders, mentally, because he can't quite say it. ]
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This time.
For now, I think I'm looking forward to the bruise the counter will leave across your hips and the marks I'm going to leave on the back of your neck and shoulders.
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I'm looking forward to that bruise, too. Maybe even leaving a couple of my own.
[ Tiny pause, and then quieter: ]
Thank you.
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You're welcome. What am I being thanked for?
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Pushing appropriately. I like being challenged.
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[If it meant more comfort for Alaric and more kisses and touches for Anders, there was no wrong to be had in his mind.
Anders shot him a devilish look and kept Alaric's hand as he lead them up the way to the house.]
Come on, there's somewhere else I'd like to push you.
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yes, yes, come push me against a counter.