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OPEN | Paint Yourself A New Life

Who: David Alleyne

helpdesk_hero, Mina Ashido

pinkxeno, Harry Osborn

nepotis, Bucky Barnes

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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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"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?"

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."

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."

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.”

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."

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.

"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."

“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.”

"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."

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.”

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."

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.”

"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."

“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.

"Support," David said, a bit thoughtful, ready to delve into that word, but... Well, the pinch and the bite and oh dear the heat of want is back. He wants it more than he has words for, and it leads to him pulling away just enough to turn in Balthier's arms. He catches the man in his embrace and pulls him close, so they can stand there, body to body, enjoying the heat.

"Looks like I'm down to just my boxers and socks. And here are you, still wearing pants. Seems a little unfair."

How does David keep making him feel wanted when he isn’t expecting it? What luxury, being turned to and held like this. And the heat is almost unbearable in how good it is.

“I ought to tell you I don’t always play fair. You may have to force me to play nice.”

"I don't know. It's been a true delight so far to let you play unfair, to give you that power. And it's keeping me from being unfair right back. Though I admit, there had been the temptation to just push you down on the bed and search for the wonders I long for."

And maybe just to pepper the man liberally with kisses. But that's not what he needs today, and he knows it. He needs the comfort and open arms of Balthier. And he's not so shy on accepting that fact.

“I like you tempted,” he admits, giving his love a smile. The truth is, as much as he’d love for David to do either of those things, he’s probably not ready to accept them. Especially on a day that David needs him. But the admission warms him all the same, and he can think happily to some other day, and to learning David’s range.

Well, if he’s going to be unfair today, he’s going to be unfair. He presses his lips to David’s as his hands, just as dexterous as before, dislodge his boxers. And gods does he want to feel that particular flesh against his.

If he wants to feel that particular flesh against his, perhaps he should just take his own garments off. As it was David found himself actually blushing a little as the boxers fell in a little pile around his ankles. This, at least, was something he wasn't used to sharing. People may have seen him at various states of dress over the course of his life, but he could count the people who had seen him like this on one hand.

And now a new member (har har) would join that number. One that he cared about the opinions of.

"I'd ask you to be gentle, but I worry you'd think I mean physically, and not in terms of evaluations."

He has no clue what Balthier might expect, what might or might not be common on his world. And so yes, he was nervous to be found unfitting in one manner or another. Truly in some ways he was less confident of them, and perhaps even more shy for the fact that he didn't fit what he knew many would consider a stereotype of his background. Not that he was by any means small. He was just over what might be considered a fitting average in length, though packed a big more girth than most men. In front of another person he might be more confident, knowing that he had skill enough to please anyone, but Balthier...

Balthier was very different in a way. More experienced in some ways than his first lover, less than his second, but possessing of a quiet confidence that made David long for him more than either of those past two. He wanted Balthier to like what he found, or perhaps just not be disappointed.

"I don't know that I've ever been this nervous to be naked before someone in my life," he admitted, his voice shaking just a touch.

Well he’s certainly curious to see his boyfriend naked. Bodies have a finite range and yet are always unique. There’s pleasure in the intimacy, like knowing a secret. And David is so beautiful. His eyes sweep in delight over that whole body, and yes, pleasure at seeing naked arousal on his love. For him. His fingers itch to touch, to see what sounds he can elicit, to see if David’s eyelids will flutter.

Then — Oh dear. It completely slipped his mind that insecurity may be an issue. Sometimes he forgets that just because something is abundantly clear to him doesn’t mean it’s abundantly clear to others. Guilt sours his stomach.

“David, look at me.” A hand goes to his face, turning it gently so that he can hold eye contact. “First, you are beautiful. All of you. I feel extremely lucky and spoiled to have fallen in love with a man who happens to be gorgeous.

“Second, even if for some reason that weren’t true, I am hardly going to hold something you have no control over as a detriment to my attraction to you. None of us chooses our body and quite frankly, it has little bearing on the kind of person it holds.”

He could stop here, just say some pretty words and avoid sharing that this can be a sensitive topic for him too. David deserves more than that though.

“You’ll have to forgive my oversight on this, my love. I have a demanding eye for aesthetic, but I don’t find myself physically attracted to others without already being attracted to their personality. I love bodies the way an artist does. And the way a lover does and I cannot wait to keep memorizing yours with eye, hand, and mouth alike. Please don’t feel nervous with me. You are radiant and I have not wanted anyone this much in…maybe ever.” His voice breaks a little. It’s hard to say that.

“I think I’ve been unfair in making you go first. My sincere apologies, dear one.”

He steps back to tug his own pants and undergarments off, betting that equal footing in vulnerability will soothe some of those nerves.

His own nerves are high for David’s reception to his words, but not for his body; he can’t change it, so what does is it matter? But if David is looking, he’ll find that gold hair goes all the way down, though is trimmed tidily. He’s fairly average in length, a little thin in girth, and uncut as is custom at home.

“And now I’ve given you a speech, because when I don’t know what to do i use my mouth.” He grins, hoping he’s lightened things again.

It's a lot more honesty than expected. And quite soothing. Soothing enough that David has breathed a sigh of relief well before Balthier stands bare before him.

"Your skill with your mouth once more leaves me breathless and feeling sure of myself. Truly you have a gift," he said, before hauling Balthier back into his arms.

"Thank you. I promise I'm not normally so shy. You just make me want to be the most ideal me I can be, for your sake. Sometimes it makes me forget that you already like who I am."

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