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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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"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."

That sigh leaves him feeling relieved that he’s steered this back to safer skies. And maybe he owes David this truth too.

“I am glad to hear it. I have been rejected for that mouth.” Many times. And many of them not understanding why. So he learned to be charming and private and hide the genuine parts. He had had to do that at home too; it wasn’t hard to extend it.

Those arms are there pulling him back and he’s sighing happily against David. And incredibly distracted by their fully naked bodies pressing together.

“No apologies,” he whispers. “And no punishing yourself for not being perfect. I want a man, not a god.” Honestly he couldn’t take someone who was perfect. It would be too intimidating, too rigid. “I want you, David. I’ve wanted you since I met you and that desire has only grown.”

"You and I both in that fact."

David, though, was used to being told just why his mouth, and mind, had caused a rift.

"I've been enraptured by you since we met, and you keep winding me tighter around your fingers. Fingers I do think I would enjoy be wound about right now. But I'm just as glad to do this."

It isn't the first kiss he's initiated in all this, but it is definitely a demanding one. He fingers of one hand settle tightly in Balthier's hair to trap him in the kiss, and his other hand busies itself by resting on Balthier's hip, his thumb tracing a lazy path over bare skin.

Look he’s meant to get his hands or mouth on David several times already, but has gotten pulled of course. Which truthfully is better; he can perform beautifully but knowing that isn’t required to please his love just deepens his comfort and affection.

The kiss is a surprise, the hand pulling hard on his hair contrasted with the gentleness of the touch at his hip enough to dispel any thoughts in his head.

The time for words has passed. He leans into that beautifully demanding kiss even as he turns David around so that he’s up against the bed. Leaning forward, he forces a gap between their torsos, this time sliding his hand to firmly cup David’s balls.

Being turned around is, in and of itself, exciting. It's like being pushed to the edge of a cliff, flirting with the fall, knowing that with the littlest touch he might fall into the bed and experience the perfect weightless moment. Maybe he's heady with desire for that, and maybe it's that desire that leaves him not expecting the hand slipping to readily between his legs to cup at him. It earns a shocked gasp from David.

One that turns into a low hum of pleasure.

"Seem's you've caught me," he whispers against those perfect lips. "And when I was already surrendering to you."

David's reactions are so delicious, and he wants more.

He slides his hand up around David's shaft, drawing two fingers lightly up the length, teasing. David is a new instrument; it's his goal to discover what gets the prettiest sounds. Even as he does it, he pushes his weight over David, threatening to topple them.

His other hand digs deep into David's side and its not calculated this time. He wants, and he's going to take.

An instrument quite finely tuned and willing to voice itself for him at that. David gave a shuddering gasp of delight at the gentle touch, and it almost seemed like he didn't know how to react. His hips jerked forward of course, body desperate for some more concrete touch, but his head tilted back, away from the chance to kiss Balthier as he bit is own lip.

Another attempt to silence himself, only for him to remember that wasn't the goal here. Old habits would need broken. Something told him Balthier had the patience for that.

Patience is something he has in spades, at least for people he loves. And oh, David looks beautiful arching back like, lip curled under the bite.

"Love, let me hear you," he says. There's no criticism in it, just invitation. He adjusts so he can hold David at an angle above the bed, suspended and caught at once. His other hand wraps around the end of David's cock, applying just a bit of pressure as he moves his hand down its warm length.

Of course, this way he gets a full view of David's face.

Oh he gets to hear him, of course he does. But that doesn't mean he gets to understand David. Instead he bites out a curse in Krakoan, the word tumbling from his lips even as his hips rolled into the friction he was being offered. A word that turned into a pleading noise, ending with Balthier's name, but with a slightly more musical lilt to it, accented the way David spoke the mutant language with.

Later, he might just have to applaud Balthier for drawing that out of him without thinking.

Ask and you shall receive. Balthier has to bite his own lip at that beautiful outpouring of sound, lest he risk losing the precarious balance he's holding them in.

Hearing his name like that, so wrapped up in David, so full of reaction, he can't help but roll back against David. He's been wanted before -- for his looks, for his mind, for his company -- but not like this. Not with the silliness and the honesty and the caring all openly beside the suave pirate.

He keeps working his hand across David's shaft, finding a rhythm. His own desire balloons feeling David's weight arch against his arm. And when he gets another buck or two, he pulls away, dropping David to the bed. His freed hand moves to grab his thigh, and his lips go to the base of that hard, stunning cock.

He falls over when pushed, and damn it's nice, falling for his lover like this. Makes him shiver too, looking up at his beloved before.

"Oh gods," he gasped, wanting to rock up against Balthier's contact. Those lips were already wonderful.

Balthier will be happy to be a teacher in indulgence and reveling in nice things.

Here he is skilled and he slips back into the same grace and confidence he possesses when dancing, working hand and mouth in tandem and in trade off, lips teasing up David’s length until he takes him entirely in his mouth. Every buck sends a shiver through him. He’s so pleased to make his lover want.

There were words he didn't really have for just how good this felt, but he tried. A muddled mix of Krakoan and English and French, all falling off of his tongue as he tried not to make this uncomfortable for Balthier. But yes, he was still unable to stop himself, bucking from time to time into his lover's mouth, even as his fingers came to curl tightly into Balthier's hair.

As far as Balthier is concerned, David’s reactions are perfect. He thrives on that sort of feedback, and the more involuntary the better.

And as lovely as this is he isn’t done taking today.

He releases David from his mouth to say, “I intend to roll you over and take you from behind as well, if that pleases you.”

Not the intimate encounter he would have expected from the first time, and yet... oh he yearns for it. A desire that was hard to translate burned in him as he thought of the chance being offered to him. A flicker of memory and a pleased smile curled at his lips.

Sure it took a moment for him to get his breathing under control to respond, but he delighted in those seconds.

"Only if you assure me that you will leave marks. I would hate to think you had all this blank canvas of skin and not sign it with your attention."

What can he say? He thrives on being surprising and putting on a good performance.

David dashes his expectations right back with that request. He grins, voice low. “I can see to that request.”

He presses his nose into the space between David’s cock and thigh to bite the skin there before pulling the man forward and off the bed. He turns him around, graceful as a dance, cradling him briefly in his arms to whisper, “Brace yourself,” before shoving him down again.

Well, the fact that it's welcomed is a relief as well. Balthier was just good at keeping him calm but excited through this whole process. So he lets himself be moved and manipulated before being pushed, laughing once more when he's back on the mattress, having caught himself on his hands.

And by now his voice was even deeper, huskier with his lust.

"Hate to ask, but have you got condoms?"

David's voice is always attractive, but that low, desirous timbre is sinful. Even more so for being private. It's another treasure he can covet.

He rakes his nails down David's back, hard enough to redden the skin, then leans in to mark David's upper back with his mouth. "I do."

Habit, more than preempting anything. One thing he learned to always keep available on his ship was condoms. But he hasn't opened these, which means he has to slip away to the bathroom to get them.

He squeezes David's ass as he pulls away. "Don't go anywhere, or I shall have to chase you down."

Balthier of course draws another low moan from David, his back arching like a cat's from the attention. Could he purr he thought he might well do so.

"Good. I'd hate an unneeded mess of your bed," he answered. Mostly because he expects he will want a nap after this. Balthier seemed intent on tiring him.

"I think I will leave chasing for another day."

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