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 Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 10:05 am
The trigger warning for this is Lawrence is in this rp. If you don't want to think about Lawr naked or having a sex life, depart from hence and never return to spare you the mental anguish.
Departure
Lawrence tended to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and planning some leave was no different, he had requested and gotten the time approved - once it was ascertained it was leave and not a mission in any capacity and that he would be accompanied as he must always be. It was not long after all, and he was hardly indispensable.
He had packed discreetly, moving what he intended to bring with him to his own separate room to neatly fold and organise it, remembering to also bring his formal attire in the event he got to use it. He had also carefully taken some time to make meals for both Rodney and Melvin, leaving them along with some instructions in the fridge for the men, with neat labels on how they should be prepared, in line with a theme of sorts, they were both of contemporary Greek inspiration.
This accomplished he had left a note for Melvin and Rodney assuring them both he would be gone for no more than a day or two and that he would be supervised throughout. He even left a short postscript noting (grudgingly) that this would mean he would still be forced to eat.
This was all he deemed important, seeing no reason to ask permission for decisions he made for himself. He had arrived at the portal and headed through to wait for Horace on the other side in the comfortable afternoon sun, his suitcase resting at his feet. There was not a hunter coat in sight, dressed in his usual gleaming white style with a matching pair of fashionable sunglasses.
If Horace didn't show, he intended to have his little break regardless, and it would be Horace who would be left to answer for why he was left unattended off island.
All in all it was looking like a good day.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 5:34 pm
Departure
"You're not supposed to let him through alone," he groused at the hunter on portal duty. She looked up briefly from her book and shrugged before looking down again. The day had already gone on long enough for her to be entirely out of ******** to give. Lawrence had sent a text that heavily implied that if Horace didn't show up, he'd go enjoy his holiday anyway. To be fair, Horace had been thinking about ditching and could explain his lateness no other way except in terms of self-hate.
Well, he'd thoroughly made his bed and he might as well lay in it.
Horace stepped through the portal, duffel bag slung around his shoulder. It held the necessities and some formal clothes, but not much. Not like he'd use much clothes, he supposed. Squinting, he shaded his eyes. Lawrence was thankfully still nearby (possibly only because he wasn't that late), and Horace walked over, sliding an arm around the other man's waist.
"Wait long?" He stepped back into pretending like he'd never left it. Maybe he hadn't.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 6:11 pm
Mirrors on the ceiling
With a sigh, he slug the bag onto the coffee table. It was a truly fancy room - a bedroom and a separate living area, even. Probably too fancy, he thought, but Lawrence got all excited and enthusiastic about expensive things, like a kid almost. It was utterly adorable and reminded him of everything else he'd found attractive. He swallowed hard; what the ******** was he doing - no, no. Horace caught that thought and quashed it, looking over at Lawrence.
"The hot tub, as requested, should be through that door." He jerked a thumb to the bathroom, wondering idly if the jaccuzzi would be surrounded by window or mirrors. "Anything you wanna do first?" he asked, several ideas of his own churning in his head.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2016 7:30 pm
Of Our Own DeviceOnce they were in the gold-mirrored elevator, he nudged Lawrence. "What do you think she thought?" The hotel clerk had kept a skillfully impassive face even as her eyes had flickered between them. There had been a distinct pause when Horace had presented his debit card for the reservation.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2016 10:44 am
Departure
The wait had been surprisingly nerve wracking for Lawrence, the twisted up outrage at the idea of being stood up by one of the few people he felt he knew sitting like a lump in his throat. If Horace didn't come, he knew that his trip would be a rigid and fixed attempt to avoid everything and with no one to force him to eat. He'd settle around his aches and pains and stare at his own humanity as if the focus of his divine gaze could sear it away like flesh from bones.
Horace mercifully did not leave him waiting forever and the cold and narrow thoughts were dismissed as the smile sidled onto his features. "Not long at all." he crooned and leaned over to kiss Horace's cheek in a lazy gesture which in the past had only surfaced when he was in a particularly satisfied mood.
"I was worried regardless though." he said. "I don't take your time for granted."
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2016 10:53 am
Mirrors on the ceiling
The room was taken in with a single haughty glance and a satisfied smile tugged at the corner of Lawrence's mouth. "Oh yes." he sighed in an exclamation that was almost scandalous in its breathy approval. "Oh yes I like this a lot. Well done, well chosen. It is wonderful." Spacious, elegant and expensive, nothing less than he deserved, nothing less than an altar upon which to be worshipped.
A few moments were spent flitting around the room like a surprisingly lively bird, something distinctly avian about the way he tilted his head to admire things which took his fancy, reaching out to drag his delicate fingertips across fabric and surfaces, assessing and attentive, as if he could draw luxury to him and bring it back to the sorely dilapidated island. Sometimes he would inexplicably repeat a gesture, something Horace would always have been used to him doing when distracted.
He simply peeked into the bathroom, returning with a grin and no complaints.
"First?" he said, low and sultry, crossing the room to Horace with the slightest swagger to his movements. "I think you know what I want to do first. Even walking up here was hell."
He slid a hand up through the fabric of Horace's shirt the way he had the fabrics in the room and clenched it. "You."
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2016 11:01 am
Of our Own Device
Lawrence gave Horace a decidedly vicious sort of smile. "Firstly jealous." he said, extending a finger to point in the direction of the floor they'd just left with just an edge of Chantelle bitchiness. "Secondly, likely mistakenly thought that I was some overpaid and overworked businessman who just happened to either befriend, seduce or pay a very handsome young man into lending me his company."
He rolled his eyes, still with the open disparaging dismissal. "She likely expected me to be the one paying."
Shrugging he went on. "They usually stare at the hand when they notice it." he mused, glancing to Horace's own mutilated hand. "Or hands." And this seemed to amuse him.
"Perhapsss." and he let his voice melt into a slimy drawl. "She thought we were in one of them religious cults. Would you worship me?" he added. "Don't answer that." hastily added.
"A joke."
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2016 11:19 am
Some dance to forget
Breathless still in the afterwards, flopping back disentangled, heart and lungs all racing to catch up with the imagined exertion their master had put them through, he stretched out on the bed, unashamed and indifferent to his strained physique. He twirled a riding crop nimbly in his fingers as he folded his arms behind his head. He put his feet up on Horace's back like a footstool.
"Glad I brought the rope." he said, congratulating himself for his excellent forethought. "I'll get round to you in just a moment."
And in the thrum of control and twisted, contorted need and satisfaction, he couldn't remember why he'd been so UPSET before.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2016 11:29 am
Gather for the feast
Dinner was something Lawrence was looking forward to, if only because it gave him a chance to sample the culinary bounty from someone else's kitchen. He wanted to try some of the local produce and dishes while he was here and was quite content to do so.
It took him ages to get dressed, it always did, meticulously attending to his skin and hair before he so much as went anywhere near clothing, his inherent vanity a cruel and demanding master. He had stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and narrowed his cold blue eyes critically at himself as if blaming his own weak human shell for the shadows under his eyes he combated fall the time.
But when he was dressed up, he was well and truly dressed up, seeming to radiate sleek pressed lines and well tailored expensive clothing. It made him feel taller and colder, like a broken mirror, all white and neat with hardly any human substance beneath it.
Horace got an extended hand and a courteous bow. "Shall we?" he said, and his pristine smile was positively predatory.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2016 11:47 am
In the master's chamber
The hot tub was everything he had hoped, the heat seeping into his bones. The warm water felt like it erased him completely, leaving him a blank bundle of floating nerves attached to sentience with nothing else but those fragile cords anchoring him to the shell that confined him. Without cold, ache and pain there was nothing and he could forget he was at all.
But there was diversion, tightly anchored diversion with him in the form of Horace and opening his eyes he exhaled and slumped back in the water, the back of his head on the rim, long white-blonde hair seeping darker against the wet edges. Only when it was wet did it ever become evident that where his sideburns swept back into the rest of his hair, he was more white than blonde.
He had lit candles around the room and strange aromas already intermingled with the damp warmth of condensation in exotic and unexpected ways. "The island is so hopelessly barren and confusing." he said.
"I am glad to be here."
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 11:13 am
Of our Own Device
He found the idea that he had been bought by Lawrence highly amusing, especially since he knew Lawrence never bought anything he thought he could get from others. In reality, it was the other way round - he'd bought Lawrence with fancy hotels and nice meals and in return he got.. He got to pretend. Also sex, he supposed.
At the hands comment he tensed further. It was still a sore subject for him, especially with who was making the comment. Deliberately, Horace forced himself to relax, sliding his hand over to Lawr's waist, fingers stroking the skin just under the hem of his shirt.
"Mmm, worship? Is that a request?" He knew of Lawrence's self-comparisons to a god, but if it was within the context of sex, he would worship and be glad he had been allowed to.
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 11:18 am
Pink Champagne
"Lawrence," he leaned over the table to hiss, looking distinctly uncomfortable. Horace shifted as he did so, the movement jerky and uncoordinated. They were out for lunch at an odd hour, luckily, and the small restaurant nearly deserted. Horace's eyes unfocused and he was flushed, the color apparent even with his tanned skin.
"I can't do this - please," he whispered.
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 11:26 am
Gather for the feast
Where Lawrence wore white, Horace's suit was black. He wore a white necktie but, because he could be entirely devoid of color, his shoes were a royal purple. They matched his hunter's scarf.
Lawrence's outfit drew an appreciate sigh out of him. "If we didn't have reservations, I'd suggest a different kind of eating."
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 11:36 am
In the master's chamber
He moved over to Lawrence, hand reaching out to slick back a lock of the man's pale hair. "It's not awful - the island, but it's nice to get away." He leaned over to press a sucking kiss to Lawr's neck and shifted a little, letting his head rest on one bony shoulder. Lawrence made it to easy to pretend that it hurt when he thought about it. So he didn't think. Horace could see why people liked hot tubs, it was like a bigger, better bath. He let his hands wander.
"Barren and confusing how, Lawrence?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 11:39 am
Some dance to forget
The only response was a moan, muffled by a gag, as the weight of Lawrence's feet caused the ropes to dig in. Horace shuddered and closed his eyes, silently agreeing that it was a good idea.
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