[HH] Philandrapiths (Barth and Lawr)

[Toshihiko Two]

Barth's head was pillowed on his own arm, looking entirely at home in the church. "If you don't have any of your own, I won't begrudge you a taste. Relaxing-wise, that is. It's what I am, in a sense. And I am ever giving in to gravity."  

[Baneful]

Lawrence gave Barth a look, thoughtful and lingering, a strange impartial blankness to the way he considered him. He extended his arms just a little bit in front of him, took a shallow breath and summoned his long, razor sharp claws. He moved very, very quickly, going from seated at the foot of the pew to on top of the demon, one knee between his legs, claws on his chest, though not particularly heavily or dangerously. There was still very definitely that air of control, the sense that he resented more than anything else rescinding even a fraction of his power in a situation.

"I like to have both hands." he explained idly, even shorter up close than he was from afar and very very light.

"And how would you propose to share?"

 

[Toshihiko Two]

Barth started a little at the weapon, but relaxed again seeing exactly what it was.

"A very," he gave his own claws a slow and contemplative wiggle. "handsome set, if I do say so myself. Oh, nothing too taxing. As I said, only a taste. Would a kiss be discreet enough to not get you in trouble with the err, mister?"  

[Baneful]

"They certainly get the job done" he said. "Whatever that job may be." More often than not it was something horrible anyway. "He's called Butch." he added, something which set off a cacophony of eager barking in his mind.

His rather succinct reply to Barth's comment was to lean in and seize his lips in a very decisive and intimate kiss, dragging a thumb claw very gently across his jaw. He lingered as long as he could get away with before breathlessly breaking away.

"Discreet was never my style." he said.

 

[Toshihiko Two]

Barth found the kiss to be a bit on the...aggressive side.

Kissing Barth was, as promised, stirred with an underlying power, like a relaxant, that traveled into Lawrence's shoulders, and arms, and waist. It was, for a moment, a release from the ever chewing worry of boredom, and from other concerns, and the room felt comfortable, the wood warm, and the fabrics of Barth's jacket softer than any sheets. The demon had a scent less like brimstone and more like the quiet embrace of midnight. There was a piercing on his tongue, a smooth gem that hummed with a power of its own.

And the relaxation, with the kiss, stretched on and on, and lingered in Lawrence's limbs when the kiss broke.

"N-no," Barth said, a little ruffled and still firmly under Lawrence, "I err, suppose not."  

[Baneful]

The effect was far more intense than Lawrence had expected and it seemed to draw something out of him he didn't even know was even there. Barth was nothing like what he'd imagined, expecting something tightly wound and hellish, not the level of strange intoxicating energy which drew the tension from his muscles and in many ways from his mind. His walls he built, his control and front were all composed of similar stuff, so when he leaned back in for another kiss, another taste, he was no longer perched over Barth but lowered himself to sprawl across him instead, the gesture slower and less thought out, as though some sort of drug ran in his veins.

He felt it in his arms, in his shoulders, in Butch, and there was something always a little cold in his claws. "I can be a little greedy I'm afraid." he murmured. He felt like he could do nothing, he felt like he could give up the relentless pursuit of ...well everything, that here in this sanctuary he could forget the pent up frustration of emotions he didn't understand and rules he understood even less than that.

"I do so hope you won't think ill of me."

 

[Toshihiko Two]

"Not at all," Barth said, giving Lawrence another warm and sleepy rush. "Not my personal sin, but completely respectable."

Ordinarily Barth preferred ghouls, all-told. Although he hadn't voiced the preferences to Zar or Calder. The two of them towed a delicate line between gender and sex .

He wasn't sure, however, how he felt about humans. He was partial to them, but as far as this sort of thing...

"You are a bit young for me," Barth confided.  

[Baneful]

Lawrence laughed in surprise at Barth's comment, something that was possibly the first time anyone had ever said to him. "A bit young." he said with amusement. "I'm forty two. For humans, especially those on the island, I'm too old." And it was perhaps a little stinging to be told he wasn't worthy and more than a little disappointing.

He didn't want to move from where he was, the sleepy comfort intoxicating. "But I understand."
 

[Toshihiko Two]

"A hundred and twenty six," Barth admitted, no less relaxed after the redirection than he was before it, "It's a bit like losing, isn't it, though? The real problem is that I'm admittedly not a sex demon. There are those sorts, you know. For who sex is the main course. I must say, I think I like best the feeling that comes along afterwards."  

[Baneful]

"I've slept with humans close to your age." Lawrence said idly, "But I suppose in comparison to it I'm nothing at all, just a child." And he always felt like a child in some ways, simultaneously wise and with as much potential as a god and as naive and pathetic as a child who had no understanding of the world.

"I don't know what I pursue with sex." he said. "Something more than just an exercise I suppose, a connection, an understanding, something divine." The only person he'd ever come close with in recent times had been Rodney, with something more than just a physical interaction involved in their encounters. "Most of the time though it is exactly in pursuit of that feeling. I have a relentless libido in some ways, sometimes sex is needed just to drain me of the tension. There is nothing quite like that feeling when after a long, long session of intimacy there is nothing left in you, no pent up drive, nothing but a hollow vacancy that will soon fill with nothing more than sleep."

He shrugged."My partner never used to tire you know. He'd finish and then still be pent up. There's nothing quite like letting someone like that finally wear themselves out against you. I enjoy the after feeling."

 

[Toshihiko Two]

"Oh, that sounds like the absolute worst," Barth said, in a similar situation himself, "It really does take me quite a while. And- that's the difficulty, really, I did have, well, mostly, you know, well-meaning intentions. Wanting someone who, err, could- get them there. Regularly. I'm only one demon. And, as I've said, I'm not a demon that specialises in that particular sphere of things. When the both of them do- It would have all worked out so perfectly and given me a bit of a reprieve if they weren't err, extremely jealous. And...violent. And err, fighting, quite a bit."

It was partly exciting, but....

"I mean, it's very attractive. The both of them are...unbelievable. Just-just a bit- much. At times."  

[Baneful]

"I rather enjoy it when it takes the other person some time. Or when they take no time at all but their stamina endures. I tend to be fairly middle of the road in most things, typically mostly about control and timing than anything else. Intimacy just becomes doing what I know will get a reaction most of the time. Vicarious."

"I don't think I'd much like Melvin and Rodney together." he said thoughtfully. "I think I would also just be waiting for an argument. One upsets the other."

He sighed. "You are very lucky to have things work out how they did, even if it is potentially taxing. Things could always be worse, you could be dealing with the kind of mess I am trying to navigate."

 

[Toshihiko Two]

"I...suppose, if one of them left-" Barth said, a little strained at the mention of it, "It'd...be because they wanted to. I wouldn't leave. I'm not really the active sort. But they don't want to. I don't think. They might, err, occasionally wish that the other would...although, they're friends too, after a fashion. We...the children are all of ours, but maybe that's something they've endured on my behalf too," Barth said.

He shifted the focus over to the man relaxing against him.

"Is it worthwhile?" Barth asked. "WIth your...situation. I mean, maybe the err, basic incompatibilities are too great to overcome. In the long term."

 

[Baneful]

“I had no choice but to have one of them leave.” Lawrence said grimly “Couldn’t keep both, though I hoped they’d be friends, we lived in one place for a while you know, they got along then but there was a heirarchy, Melvin, the first one was who I slept with, he was there first. Rodney was my friend. We kissed sometimes but no more than that, they both allowed it.” He looked slightly distant and blank for a moment as if remembering something. "It's surprising what people will endure rather than run the risk of getting cast aside themselves. Have you ever asked them?"

At the question he was asked, Lawrence lowered his chin onto Barth's chest, a little uncomfortable with the incisiveness of the question. "In truth, I don't know." he said. "I consider him worth the effort. He is a rare and beautiful creature, damaged and yet somehow perfect, artistic and gentle with a lingering sense of morality on the island where morals are so rarely found. He is so deeply, deeply human in every way one might imagine while being the very epitome of pious humility. I find him attractive and desirable, I enjoy being around him, ravishing him, working with him, spending quiet silences with him."

The effort of the enthusiasm seemed to leave him a little breathless. "But what does he gain from me? Very little. Promises of family - and I do want a family - and the potential for betrayal around every single turn. He has risked everything on a truly horrible individual, and though I told him I'd try as hard as I can, I have slipped up once already with Melvin." He sighed. "And maybe if you'd been interested I'd have let you do whatever you wanted with me too. Even knowing what I know and wanting what I want."

He drummed his long talons on Barth before he desummoned them again. "Perhaps it is all too much to overcome in the long term." he said. "But I've seen what lies at the end of my road if I fail, a lifetime of hollow hedonistic pursuits does not look flattering on a human, even if perhaps to a demon it might look very good indeed."

"I don't want to lose him, I don't feel incompatible with him in anything other than this thing. Why can't they just get along? Even fights would be fine, fights would be better than nothing at all."

 

[Toshihiko Two]

"Asked? What, if they'd- oh no. I don't want to start anything. Hell forbid. ...Religiousity," Barth said off-handedly, "but you know, I'm quite fond of all that too. A lot of fear, in religion. Fear of doing the wrong thing, when there's nothing really all that wrong in the first place. There was no work in the Beginning, you know. All that was instituted as a punitive measure. Life before that was a leisurely walk with good company.