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You're stubborn like I am. When you don't want to face a topic, few and far in between they are, you'll bury it.

Hopefully, I will be there. You'll never have to worry about it, but I do like to have a few back up plans. At least a thousand. To ensure your safety.

I didn't manage to take us back just a few seconds, I went a little too far back this time.

... But it should be fine. If I can manage this much when I'm at risk of killing you, I should be able to time travel when I'm the one who might die.

Better that than not enough.

[He squeezes their joined hands spinning them both slowly.]

Then do you believe you are appropriately ready? I will stop any further practice if that is the case.

[ he'll be happy to spin with him, clearly relaxing and calming down as they dance, but— ]

Not if you have to put me under duress. Any more practice like that and I'll be the one breaking like glass.

[He stops and steps in, reaching both hands up behind his head to pull him for a soft but thorough kiss.]

[ It feels comforting - the gentleness after what happened just earlier. After all no matter how much he enjoys the rough play, it's Emet's kindness and love that make him feel at ease ]

... I'm fine now.

Did I overstep?

[ He doesn't answer immediately, not because he's hesitating but because he wants to make sure the answer will be honest, and he needs to think about it and examine his feelings. ]

You combined three things that distress me in a single occurrence. I suppose in a sense you did.

But it wouldn't have been effective as training otherwise.

[ and then a thought occurs to him and he's grimacing but he doesn't voice it ]

I had only meant for two.

[He keeps his arms wrapped around his neck thumbing through his hair softly.]

I’m sorry it was hard on you. But I will be more forward if I use this again. So you can more properly prepare.

... Well. If you want to apologize properly, I am still owed several kisses. We might as well start from one at this point.

But I agreed to this. I know you'll take care of me now that it's over.

I love you. More than words can say. You were the part of my life I didn’t even know I was missing.

[He pulls him close so he only has to whisper to be heard.]

One.

[And he kisses him just as passionately and possessively as he did the first time. But there is not biting, no harshness in it. Just pure adoration for the man in front of him.]

[ It's so easy to melt in his arms. He's never doubted how much Emet loves him, even if he may have doubted whether he'd be deserving of it. Capable of loving in turn. But even those doubts have long since faded and like this, as he returns the kiss with the same passion, he's reminded of why.

How can he have room for doubts when Emet is so good at making him feel loved and making him want to show just as much love in return, after all? ]

That's a very nice start.

[Emet would most assuredly wilt if Five was lost to him. So integral to his happiness he has become.

He runs his thumbs across his cheeks before pulling back and taking his hand and waist leading them into the dance again. The pace is faster, more lively.]

I might be a little greedy and take more than a hundred by the time this night is through.

[ there's a soft laugh at that, and then he hums, like he's thinking about it ]

Well, I am very impressed by your dance moves and your choice of setting. So maybe you deserve more than that.

Are you surprised at my skill? I’ve always been quite adapt.

[He is being flashy and dramatic as is his wont. When he pulls him in from a spin with Five’s back to his chest, he will make sure to kiss his cheek, his neck, his shoulder, his arm, the tips of his fingers. All peppered gently as he tugs his hair lightly.

And while there is no audience he is showing him off a little lewdly. Letting hands wander across his hip and ass as they cross the non-existent floor. Dipping him a little lower. Presenting him.]

[ he likes that. the kisses, the attention, the way he feels like he's being shown off even if there's no one to see. It's exciting and intriguing and he moves with him easily, allowing each touch and spinning for him, letting out a soft laugh at those kisses. ]

Not surprised, no. Just appreciative. And now I feel like I'm a present you're just beginning to unwrap.

Your presence is a gift.

[He stops them running his hands up his arms and neck before cupping his cheeks.]

Would you like to be?

[As if the answer wasn’t obvious.]

Smooth.

I'd like to, yes.

[He kisses him as he lays him on his back settling between his legs. He adores his throat with his lips and very gentle nips as he unbuttons his jacket and untucks his shirt slipping fingers under so he can adore his bare skin.

But then he pauses for a moment looking down on him.]

You’re beautiful. Any of your forms. Your mind. Your would. In every possible way.

[ it certainly feels better to have Emet undo his clothes than having him puppeteer him to do it himself, and each kiss send a shiver down his spine. He brings his hand to the back of his head, stroking his hair gently as he tilts his head for him ]

Funny that you'd say that, when I'm the one who's left breathless whenever I look at you.

Do you have a preference to any of my forms I wonder.

[He leans back up to kiss his lips before he finishes striping him from the waist up definitely indulgent in the touches to skin.

And then he sets about tasting him. He sucks on his necks before applying kisses and tongue to his collarbone and shoulder tracing the edges.

His chest will get the same treatment along with Emet rolling his tongue around the nipples taking them into his mouth but not biting this time. He’ll even dip his tongue into the curve of his belly button as he continues to travel down his body.]

[ There's a soft sigh escaping past his lips, and he arches his back into it, his hand still on Emet's head, stroking his hair, encouraging him as much as possible ]

I — do love the way you look in our dreams. It feels special. Like it's you without putting on any mask.

[He pauses to look up at him with a fond and maybe a tad overwhelmed smile.]

As if I had anything from you I could even hide.

[He kisses his chest again over his heart though this time he won't feel the physical sensation on his skin. Instead he'll feel it on his soul.]

No, I don't suppose we have anything to hide from each other anymore. But still, I like it.

[ There's a gasp at the way that feels — he wasn't expecting the change and there's something incredibly warm about being able to feel his touch and kisses in his soul. And just like always, it feels special and unique ]

I'm really starting to understand why you prefer this sort of touch.

I am starved for it thus it does feel extra special.

[He kisses his soul again before sitting up and palming his erection.]

And I will comfortably tuck your soul away once you have been thoroughly pampered.

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