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OPEN | Paint Yourself A New Life

Who: David Alleyne

helpdesk_hero, Mina Ashido

pinkxeno, Harry Osborn

nepotis, Bucky Barnes

sinistral
What: David Has Many Meetings (Including Open Post)
When: [Forward Dated] April 1st through 5th
Where: Excelsior - Guild Housing #1, Excelsior - Connoisseur Coffee,
Content Warnings: Only in Thread Labeled V - Seeking Comfort: discussion of murder of children, attempted suicide, David's death, hate crimes

I. A Home Of Clashing Styles | Closed to Mina Ashido | Excelsior - Guild Housing #1
David had been living in the guild apartment for a month now, or just a shade over, and all that time he'd been holding his tongue. Beyond introducing himself to Mina when he'd first moved in at the start of March, he had not engaged with the young woman much, and definitely didn't stay long in the public spaces of their shared home. How could he when he was faced with the absolute disaster of the appearance? A living room painted electric green with zebra stripes? Horrid. A kitchen filled with insanely colorful and not always matching touches and appliances? Oh god. Even the small touches of decoration in the public spaces made David try not to wince.

Honestly, he hadn't even invited his boyfriend over because of the state of things. Most days he just came home from work or other things, walked in the door, visibly winced, and went right to his room or attached lab. But today, as he came back from the office in full business wear, vest and long sleeve shirt and tie and all of that. And walking in like that, with his back pack and a bag of groceries for him to cook dinner, he just couldn't take it anymore.

"Just... do it like an adult," he told himself before lifting his voice, hoping it would carry to wherever his housemate was.

"Mina, can we talk for a moment?"

II. Looking At The Moving Pieces | Closed to Bucky | Excelsior - Guild Housing #1
The weekend. David made a hard and fast rule to not go into the office on weekends, which made it the perfect sort of time for outside consultations. Today was one of those instances. After a previously successful first meeting with one Bucky Barnes (because of course David had recognized the man for who he had to be) back in March, today was going to be the first full check over, for the two of them to determine if David would be a good emergency tech for the man.

David waited in the living room for the knock at the door, knowing he'd have to let the former Winter Soldier choose his own pace at being comfortable with his arrival. What what little first hand knowledge that had been shared with him by people back home, he imagined the man would be... nervous. But David couldn't be certain. He'd met people from other versions of his world, and they didn't always line up personality wise.

But he was going to do his best to support the guy, and try and hide that he might have pre-formed opinions based on a whole other man. So he kept himself quiet and patient until he heard the knock at the door. David rose quickly and moved to it, opening the door to meet the other man.

"Mister Barnes, good afternoon. Come on in. Would you like any refreshments before I guide you back to my work room?"

He had no intention of calling it a lab. Not with a man no doubt tormented by his universe's Hydra.

III. The Coffee Conundrum | Closed to Harry Osborn | Excelsior - Connoisseur Coffee
Coffee. It was something that mattered to David, quite a bit actually. Caffeine was part of his diet, perhaps more than it should be. And, until he had the money to properly kit his kitchen out with a good brewing set up, David found a local coffee shop to indulge his needs. The world had blessed him with a great coffee shop between the apartment and his office, and it was here that David appeared multiple times a day. A quick stop in first thing for a coffee on the way to work, a trip in the evening for a cup to take home, and of course this, his lunch break.

David was currently settled in the cafe as he was most afternoons, in a table near a wall that normally wasn't the most desirable area of the care. His back was to the wall, and in front of him on the smaller table was a laptop. The other chair at the table was taken up by a back pack, and taking up the rest of the room on the table was another laptop, sitting closed, which was a weird thing, unless one knew David. Truth was the two laptops were interfaced, and he was using his technopathy to boost the processing of the one he was currently working on.

Thing was most days David did this, and it wasn't a problem. But today? Today there was a convention in town, something David wasn't aware of, and the cafe had packed to almost bursting when David wasn't aware of it. He'd been too engrossed in his current design project, his attention flicking back and forth between his typing and the medical journal at his side, opened to a recent article about a new study on regenerative rates of the nervous system. Truly, he had no idea how rude he was being taking up a table that could be used by others, especially after he'd finished his packed punch and coffee just a few minutes ago.

Perhaps someone should go and shuffle the man out of the space.

IV. Wildcard | Open to all
[OOC: I'm open to anything here, giving David a chance to hang out with his standing CR or meet new people. My only rule is that interactions would happen in Excelsior. If you have an idea that the above open post doesn't allow for, either private message this account or hit me up on plurk at

churbooseanon or discord at Churby#4290. OR throw your own starter out in here. I'm happy to do many things.

IF you're looking for things that may be good hooks, David's a technopath, associated with a company that makes prosethetics and assistive technology, an accomplished chef that will be hitting up stores around the city for quality food and cookware/appliances, a technopath that will be around many computer shops, and honestly? He's a hockey nerd so you might find him at sports bars sometimes. Other than that, he'll likely often be out reading books in parks, or even just scientific journals. Guy has a spread of interests and we can talk it out to figure what might best hook a character into paying attention to him or coming over to say hi.]

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Oh if David knew how comforting it was to hear that. And if he’s honest, a turn on itself.

“You are precious to me,” he says, another kiss on the corner of David’s mouth. “How could I not be tender?”

He turns David’s face back to him, meeting his gaze steadily. David needs to know that’s Balthier. That that support and kindness is there regardless of what else is happening.

And then he leans in to take David’s warm, succulent lips in his, biting hard.

"Yeah, you said something earlier about me being your treasure," David hummed happily. Of course then he's being held in Balthier's gaze. Weird how that's got his heart racing so fast, right? Maybe not. But damn it felt like it, and he had to take a deep breath to calm himself. Just in time for Balthier to bite.

Back to that, he moans. That was just beautiful. His hands finally find their way to Balthier's hips, and his fingers grip tightly to try and keep himself from reacting too much and possibly hurting himself.

Those hands firm against his hips are heavenly, and with the moan cause him to buck just a little, a shiver running through him.

He slides his hand from David’s chest to the back of his neck, holding his head as he deepens that kiss, tongue demanding entry. He curls his fingers into flesh, gripping hard, and his thighs press in around the other man.

David is his. And this time his doesn’t suppress it when his body involuntarily arches toward the other man.

That's a good reaction, that bucking of hips. David files it away and, after a second of thought, throws up an extra layer of mental defenses. He doesn't want to accidentally pry into his love's mind, and who knew what this would do to him.

While that's happening he opens his mouth, letting Balthier lead the kiss. Not that he completely demurs before it, meeting Balthier's tongue with his own, hoping to have the chance to explore.

And his hands? Oh they are so done with this shirt. They release Balthier's hips and move to try and get the shirt off of his love. He wants that skin bare to his fingers.

The respect for his privacy is, while not immediately recognized in this moment, something Balthier deeply likes about David.

Right now he’s completely focused on the way David’s tongue is pressing back, eager to have a dance of another kind. But then David’s hands are pulling at his shirt. That might have been the only thing that could get Balthier to relinquish the kiss, but he does with a laugh, leaning back to assist in pulling the shirt off. He was wondering how much longer it would last.

And when he does, David gets a view of a muscle torso and plenty of golden chest hair, narrowing into a strip as it gets closer to his pant line. And you can bet Balthier knows the best way to take off his shirt to show off.

“How do I look?” he teases. He slides one hand up the side of David’s thigh as he asks, taking a handful of hip when he reaches it.

Oh that laugh goes right through David, making him shiver. Though not as much as the look of him. At first hie eyes followed the path of the shirt's removal, but it got caught up in seeing what was on display. It makes him reach out, with nervous hands, to run his fingers over the hair he'd only had a glimpse of before.

"IT goes all the way," he said, his voice definitely a bit deeper from how seeing the happy trail on Balthier. "Damn that's beautiful, babe. That's, fuck, it's not common with people I've known before. Not even in guys. A lot of them 'manscape'. Waxing and the like to go away with that. And instead you've got a trail of gold leading me to the hidden treasure and I'm never going to stop dreaming about that."

That shiver is lovely. So is watching David’s gaze take him in, the gentleness of his fingers against Balthier’s hair. It’s sweet, when he’s shy. Balthier presses his hand over one of David’s, interlacing the fingers and loving the heat of David’s touch with nothing between their skin.

“That is a much better reaction than I’d even expected,” he says, grinning as he leans in to kiss David again. Leave him hungry to look again later. “I was wondering if hair removal was more customer here. But I only had the one very attractive data point.”

There were a lot of other words in there Balthier understood from context but certainly had not heard before.

He kisses David again, just enough to tease, full and demanding but over too quickly.

“And I do believe that’s the first time you’ve called me babe.”

"Oh yes, hair removal is probably the custom here among a lot of people. Not all, but a lot. Me, I'm just, well, I'm not a naturally very hairy guy," he answered, looking up to smile over how their fingers get tangled together.

Though his attention turned away from the body of his lover, and he could accept that. The kiss was good, though, demanding and guiding him back to the focus at hand. WHich was the demanding attention of his love. Who then pulled back and of course David leaned after him, ready to kiss him once more. Too bad the guy spoke.

"I'm sorry. I tend to prefer more personal affections, I just... You are a babe. Handsome. Fuck I want to know every inch of your skin."

Balthier firmly believes hygiene and style are an individual’s choice, but he likes that David is naturally like this. There’s something honest and intimate about it.

Ah the way those lips follow his when he breaks. He grins. “That was not a critique nor an indication that I want you to use other language.”

He shifts his weight onto David, crushing their hands between their torsos as he resumes that probing kiss, expecting David’s tongue to come to meet him. Yes, exploring every inch of skin between them is high on his list. And the idea of knowing all of David, from accumulation of time and experience, is enough to drive him mad.

Hey, he sees no reason not to properly explain the situation. Not that he'd ever stop Balthier from grooming the way he wants to groom. But this? Fuck, his heart races just a little more at the reinforcement of the maleness of his lover.

"I mean, I could go other languages. I speak a lot of them."

But he can't say much more because oh that kiss, it's perfect. It's exploring, it's hungry for him, and David meets it with his own heat and desire. He wants Balthier so badly,wwants the man to know him, and that's going to happen today if he is allowed to.

He’d chuckle at David’s offer for more words in more languages if he didn’t have the other man’s tongue tied up in his. And oh the heat David is giving back is enough to make him dizzy. Whatever worried thoughts he had had earlier are entirely gone.

David’s tongue forcefully exploring and right back sends another buck through him, and he moans lightly into that kiss.

Fuck does he want David. Fuck is this good.

It's a good moan, and David loves the way it makes him feel hot all over just to hear it. So hot that he can't stay still, but with Balthier on him like this, holding him down with his weight, his hands are about the only free thing to work with. Which means he of course has to run them up Balthier's back, his fingernails scraping lightly as they trace up his skin slowly, like he wants to memorize Balthier by touch alone.

Perhaps he does. Well, actually, he really does. He wishes he could file it away in his mind perfectly. But he definitely doesn't mind it this way too.

Back arching, he lets out a satisfied purr at those fingers on his back. A shiver overtakes him followed by renewed heat. His arms wrap around David’s torso, pulling their chests entirely together. It’s sinful how good it is to feel his lovers body against so much of his flesh.

He pulls his tongue back to bite at David’s lip again, aware his body is starting to rock against the other man’s. Aware he wants to explore every bit of David that he can today. Take him entirely.

Not like David would refuse him today. But he might refuse him on the couch specifically. Falls under that 'stain' rule.

He's beautiful, David says, his brain overwhelmed by the way the man moves in response to the light scratches. Balthier's body is a live wire that David holds against himself, his hands coming up to Balthier's back and scratching. Stronger scratches too. He wants the sting to be there for his love, because it seems to work for Balthier. Hell, it goes with the bite too, and pulls a moan from David's lips.

It will please him to no end that David is being mindful of his rule, even if he has full intention of moving them off the couch first.

Those thoughts evaporate with the cut of those sharper scratches. A gasp turns into a low moan of pleasure, his eyelids fluttering. A live wire for certain, and being handled so beautifully. And that moan from David has him digging his nails into David's back.

This time he bucks against David intentionally, as if there were any doubt to the state of his arousal.

See, later David would need to ask if floors and rugs counted as 'furniture'. They would be lucky to make it to a bed, if he was honest. Though he was happy to hear that moan. Oh yes, they were definitely overlapping on their desires here, and their turn ons. This was so damn good.

There was serious awe in him to be able to feel that his lover was growing aroused. From him. Which of course had an affect on him in turn. At last David thought it was right for him to rock up against Balthier as well, hoping the man would feel his own growing arousal.

Good clarifications. Good to be open to clarifications. David's communication was part of what made him so alluring.

Another small sound of delighted surprise escapes him at David rocking back against him, and yes, he feels David growing hard against him. It's wonderful and sweet and maddening.

Without his mouth leaving David's, he twists his body to knock them off balance, pulling them horizontal on the couch. He has every intention of straddling the man again, but he can't resist what's open to him lying parallel like this. One of his hands trails lower, grabbing David's ass. It's a fantastic ass. And a great handhold to press David even more tightly into Balthier.

The toppling them earns a proper serious chuckle from David, laughing in delight into their kiss. This was a wonderful change of position, not only because it meant a hand on his ass. No, it was good because for the moment it means that, given their shared height, when his hips roll the next time...

Well, there's definitely some delicious friction in grinding against Balthier. What was more, it meant he could feel Balthier better too. Which was a blessing. He wanted to feel, and be felt.

That low, beautiful laughter is becoming one of Balthier's very favorite sounds. He grins into their kiss to hear it now alongside moans and gasps. All his. All offered freely.

And then David's hips roll and they are grinding and gods he can feel David, shudders at how sensitive he is to being felt back. His lips go lax for a moment, exhaling sharply.

Change of plan. He wraps his free leg around David and rolls his body against the other man, digging into that friction. Digging into that grip on his ass. Searching with his tongue. Like anything he doesn't find today will be lost in some tomb below the sands; he must be thorough.

In a strange way, this hits him with all the heady, reckless joy of a teenage indiscretion. The eager energy of fumbling after pleasure for the first time, far from composed, far from aware of how to satisfy one's own needs beyond 'more' and 'now'. Each roll of the hips, grinding against Balthier, is like the overeager desire, and he doesn't feel ashamed of it at all. He feels free in it, and he chuckles, still low and rich, as he opens his mouth more to Balthier.

Let Balthier have the kiss, he decides, he has far better plans that involve letting his fingers flirt with the waistband of Balthier's pants, reveling in the feel of the skin there, attentive to any little jumps he might cause muscles to make.

If it were with anyone else in any other situation, Balthier would be much more careful to perform, to calculate how best to satisfy and be satisfied. But he hasn't had hunger like this in a long time, and oh it is freeing. And oh, so affirming to have David doing it right back, fanning that flame of unabated, joyous desire. David's chuckle stirs one in Balthier, and then that mouth is open wider and he's searching the limits of this new configuration.

There's a sweetness to feeling like a teenager, too. Like his heart doesn't know to be afraid and can just revel in the impossible, radiant now.

Not being afraid was beautiful. And honestly, before today he had been so worried that he would be scared. The last person he trusted with himself like this had betrayed him greatly, and so he would have been certain he was too scared. And instead he was reveling in every touch, every roll, every brief flash of pleasure.

He pulls back from the kiss, panting already, and smiled at Balthier.

"We keep up like this, right here, and we're going to break one of your rules."

To put someone at ease was a beautiful thing too. Balthier had learned to be comfortable in hook ups and standing arrangements, but it had been years since he'd dared to try to do this with someone he had feelings for. Especially with someone who made him forget to be in constant control. He hadn't been sure he even could anymore. What joy to be wrong.

At David's words, he chuckles, bringing a hand up to tenderly stroke his beloved's face. "I was having the same thought." And maybe in a little bit of danger of not caring. But taking a moment, shifting -- this was better. He wanted this to last forever, or at least as long as possible. And if he had his way, he'd get more sounds from David today.

"Come with me," he orders, disentangling from David to step up from the couch.

Oh, he could easily get more sounds. All the sounds he wanted. Because when Balthier rose, David was quick to pop to his feet. Of course, given he was in loose pajama bottoms it did mean he was... Well, the fact that he was aroused wasn't too hard to miss, especially since he was a boxers sort of guy. The constraining cloth did leave some to the imagination, but there was still enough left implied that if contact alone hadn't told the story, the sight would guarantee David was enjoying himself.

"Do you need me to carry you up?"

Contact would more than suffice, but getting a view was a delicious bonus. Balthier grins, sliding a hand dangerously close to the protrusion in David's pants. He has never worn boxers himself, thanks, but has gained a new appreciation for them today. And even with his preference for tighter undergarments, it is impossible to deny he's enjoying himself as well. Looking forward, in fact, to David's reaction when they inevitably get out of these pants.

"Well now that you've offered, I don't see how I could say no."

He steps closer to his lover, but not without first sliding his hand down and under David's cock to give his balls a brief squeeze, eyes trained on the other man's face even as a smirk twists on his lips. A menace, always.

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cw: here there be hot and heavy make-outs. Ye be warned.

Re: cw: here there be hot and heavy make-outs. Ye be warned.

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