OPEN | Paint Yourself A New Life

[helpdesk_hero]

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.]

Comments

[portolan]

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.

[helpdesk_hero]

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."

[portolan]

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.

[helpdesk_hero]

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?"

[portolan]

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.

[helpdesk_hero]

Hey, many days David is prone to boxer briefs, but today he'd chosen something else and they were both going to have to live with the view it presented. It was good, though, to enjoy what htey were getting to experience together. He wasn't, though, expecting quite so much attention as Balthier gave him.

He cursed in Krakoan, quick and musical, because... Well, because of a lot of reasons. Because his hand was so close to where David might want it. Because the contact was maddening and tense and made him desperate.

"Balthier," he almost whined at the pleasure. Dude would be the death of him.

[portolan]

Oh he is glowing with smugness. David doesn't just accept his attention, he gives such delightful reactions. How could Balthier not shower him with more?

"Sir I think you'd better get me upstairs before you melt where you stand. Which I can happily arrange."

[helpdesk_hero]

"You could," he agreed almost immediately. And then he was moving Balthier's hands off of him before scooping the man up into his arms. Really, Balthier was lucky he as getting picked up bridal style. Okay, really, it was more likely he didn't trust Balthier if he treated the guy like a sack of potatoes to not get his hands up to something.

"Bedroom?"

[portolan]

Look how well he knows Balthier, who is mildly disappointed this position makes it harder to tease. That's made up for by how hot it is that David is strong enough that lifting him is no difficult task. That and how sweet it is to be cradled like this.

"I even get to enjoy you carrying me this time," he says, wrapping an arm around David's neck and kissing his cheek. If he sucks a little at the end, well, he can't help himself.

"And yes, I think that best suits our needs today. We can be feral another time."

[helpdesk_hero]

Balthier was re one who had consented to being carried. So really it was his own fault he couldn't tease.

With abundance of haste by not quite running,David made for the stairs and up them. It took a lot to not go two at a time.

"You might be surprised with how feral I am wiling to go over you."

[portolan]

That speed is delicious. As is just getting to take a moment to observe how desirous David is. He sighs happily, chuckling at David’s response.

“By all means, please correct and surprise me.”

[helpdesk_hero]

Oh desirous was a good voice of word. And David was relieved to have left the door to the bedroom open because he cold stride right through it and drop Balthier on the bed. Which he did. Happily.

"Another time."

[portolan]

The laughter that combination of being unceremoniously dropped and told off produces borders on giddy.


“I suppose I thoroughly deserved that.” Oh, if David will give as good as he gets this will be even more fun.

Right now, though, he rights himself, sidling forward to wrap his arms around David’s waist and dance his nose across the other man’s pant line, not quite touching his cock at any point. Not that he doesn’t know how teasingly close he is.

[helpdesk_hero]

"You are a menace," David hissed out at the brush of Balthier's nose. He can feel the heat of the other's breath faintly through his clothes, and oh how hard it is to only reach out and stroke his hair and not just push Balthier around.

"You would drive me to distraction."

[portolan]

“You would be disappointed if I weren’t,” he says lowly, aware his breath is on David’s skin.

Mm, those hands in his hair are lovely. He makes a low sound of pleasure. And if David were to push him around he would not complain in the least.

“Make me focus then.”

[helpdesk_hero]

"Who says I don't like distraction?" David asked with a smirk.

This he knows. Here in a bedroom with what they both want oh so close and almost enough for him to taste, he remembers this. Knows how to play the game of tease and tease alike. Because it feels like that's what this afternoon will be. Teasing.

"Maybe I want you to drive me so crazy with your distractions that I forget all but how badly I want you."

[portolan]

Driving David crazy with teasing and distractions is exactly how Balthier intends to spend the afternoon. Under the fun he's having, he's still aware his love was sobbing and shaking mere hours ago; if he can give David laughter and lightness and surrender to playful desire, then he will consider himself successful.

So he turns that nuzzling into lips, fingers slipping around the edges of David's pant line, peppering kisses with quick small bites.

[helpdesk_hero]

Oh what a wonderful plan to take David away from all of his cares and stresses. In fact, his fears of the demon have melted away just to find his beloved treating him good. So yes, Balthier was definitely quite successful.

"I do love learning that your quick mouth is good here too," David observed, letting his hands brush over Balthier's hair.

[portolan]

"I think you'll find I'm good at everything." The praise makes him grin, though. It's wonderful that their tastes line up so readily, and heady to have his own tastes and tendencies please his partner.

His hands itch to tease those strong legs. Dextrous fingers move smoothly, and he's sliding David's pants off those hips and that wonderful ass, careful not to tug his boxers off just yet.

[helpdesk_hero]

What a claim. David looked forward to seeing if he could back those words up with action. Though he supposed Balthier had been good at impressing him so far. Just consider the deftness with which he had the pajama pants off.

"I've been told I've got a really great ass," David said, smiling at Balthier's attention.

[portolan]

Arrogance coupled with self-awareness is an entirely different beast than regular cockiness.

He’s pleased at David’s confidence here too. He grabs his hips, forcing him to turn around, cupping his ass with one hand as if he’s investigating this assessment.

“I would agree but I will have to confirm when I have you naked.”

[helpdesk_hero]

This was enough to make David laugh in delight. He knew his ass was 'firm enough to bounce a quarter off of' or some nonsense. He worked out, a lot, to make sure he felt fit enough to protect himself.

"By all means, my treasure, you need but speak the desire and I will provide."

[portolan]

Laughter is good. Delight is good.

“I’ve been told I have a habit of playing with my food,” he says. He kisses David’s spine, sliding his hands from his ass around the front of his thighs and then down to the exposed inner skin of his legs.

“You are exquisite, by the way.”

[helpdesk_hero]

"I'm a meal now? I hope you've a good hunger then," David said, looking over his shoulder to watch his love. Though his body did shiver at the roving of Balthier's hands.

"I work hard for that exquisite form. It keeps me alive."

[portolan]

“Ravenous,” he promises. That shiver is perfect, as is David trying to get a look at him. He straightens, pulling David back against him as he steals a kiss over his shoulder. And he might reposition just to make sure David can feel just how ravenous he’s become.

“You do everything with intention, my love. And it is beautiful. But I hope you know you have support now.”

His hands squeeze and pinch the sensitive skin near his groin and he bites The warm flesh of David’s shoulder. Having David this close and this naked sends new heat through him. He has the impulse to just take him now.

Not yet, but one of these times he won’t be able to resist.