[The temptation to drift off to sleep after a round like that is extremely high, but Austria opts to tough it out. After dismounting, so to speak, he loosens his grip on France's shoulders and unties the bit of cloth that had bound France's wrists above his head. He also unfastens the bit gag, relishing a moment of toying with his hair as he does. Once it's gone, he leans in for a kiss.
Allowing himself to carefully collapse back onto the bed, he rolls to face his lover, lazily laying a leg over France's to entwine them a bit. Can't have him getting away, as if either would want to.]
We need a checklist... [He licks his lips idly.] I'm already realizing we left your clamps on the brand new coffee table. This may be our little haven but I don't want to forget to put anything away if we end up having guests.
[He's still half-hard, thanks to the moon, but it's nothing urgent.] Considering, you know, I suspect we may find ourselves in this exact situation quite often with our newfound privacy.
[ It wasn't scandalous as much as it was christening, at least that's what France's excuse had been the first time he'd given Austria the look halfway through dicing up a cucumber while preparing lunch in their new home. That was no excuse for abandoning the vegetable in favor of pursuing other leisurely activities.
It isn't until the aftermath, while flexing his fingers and sprawling out in bed that he's reminded of how they ended up leaving a trail behind them through the house. Austria's talking about nipple clamps on the coffee table and the blond can't stop the airy laugh that comes after. A hand slips to stroke the thigh draped over him and he sighs, glancing over. ]
Clamps? I completely forgot about the cucumbers. I'm sure Pierre's already gotten to them by now. [ a beat passes and an eyebrow perks ] Even unintentionally, you're spoiling that poor bird. Trying to win his allegiance.
[ France sounds completely okay with his bird skipping sides if it means he gets to just lay there for a bit longer. ]
So, what about this checklist, hm? [ His fingers ghost a little higher on the hip, mouth curving into a teasing grin. ] Do you want guests? We've not invited anyone over yet. [ idly: ] Maybe I wouldn't stray away from the kitchen and waste our groceries then?
[ Haven indeed. Some of the rooms aren't even furnished yet and France is still tempted to lay claim to them. Yikes. ]
[Christening is exactly the word Austria would use as well; he had hoped to save some of the action until after lunch, but after the look he'd gotten from France he knew it was not to be.]
Let him... you're worried about cucumbers? They're mostly water. That's hardly spoiling. In any case you were the last person to handle the cucumber so he'll think you were the one to feed him.
I'd like to have guests, yes... it's one thing to enjoy a place to ourselves, but it's another thing to be able to welcome people into our home, don't you think? [He croons at the touch on his hip, squirming pleasantly and tilting his head in a way that partially buries it in the pillow. Yes, that's the spot.] Besides, I think our friends here deserve to be party to the kinds of lavish gatherings the two of us are capable of.
A likely story. I see the way he looks at you. [ His lips purse, clearly in deep thought. Clearly. ] Should I be jealous?
[ France harboring jealousy has never been an issue. Hypocrite that he is, he doesn't dive that deeply. He drops the act long enough to hear Austria out in regard to having guests over, only becoming distracted when his touch gets that reaction from his partner. Like he needs Cordis to be grossly affectionate. ]
I wouldn't say no to the idea of entertaining our friends. There's plenty of room to wine and dine them all.
[ Really, a party that France and Austria coordinate is instantly going to be a decadent occasion. He twists and slips closer but it's clear he might be daydreaming about the whole affair. ]
What would a housewarming party hurt, anyway? Shall I request the most ornate paper towel holder I can find? [ Yes. ]
If jealousy is what it takes to keep you wrapped around my finger. [He's also clearly very serious, with tired narrow eyes, and a tone that's ever so slightly hoarse coming through a half-grin.] So be it.
And beer. [It doesn't rhyme with wine or dine, but it must be added.]
Mmm... if we were to have it as a housewarming party I'd feel a little bit guilty making it lavish. Imagine showing up with a practical, modest gift and your host greets you with caviar? It would be prudent to make a choice between showing off and requesting gifts. An awful choice to be sure. ...We've been here long enough; perhaps we've earned our right to be terrible people.
[And then the actual last question registers.] Wait. A paper towel holder? Is that what you've got your mind on?
[ France does his best to sound somber when he hums in acknowledgement to Austria's initial response. He ignores the happy flutter in his stomach at the fact that he's being grinned at or how charming his lover looks tussled and amused of all things. Disgusting. He lets his cheek press against the pillow as the other goes on, laughing at the hypothetical miffed party goer. ]
We could always insist that they just leave the gifts in one of the rooms to be opened in private later on so that everyone can enjoy the party. Caviar and all, though I will probably embarrass myself if it falls along Cordis. A bit of planning on our parts could avoid that altogether.
[ His eyes widen at the shock and he clucks his tongue loudly in the quiet room and leans in to kiss the poor man a few times on the lips. No. He's not smiling. ]
An ornate paper towel holder! [ There's another peck before he just re-emphasizes how grand the decor item would be in their lovely kitchen, all the while worming closer to wrap his arms around Austria as best as he can given their tangling of limbs. ]
You act as if I was lamenting over door jambs or ashtrays. As if!
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Allowing himself to carefully collapse back onto the bed, he rolls to face his lover, lazily laying a leg over France's to entwine them a bit. Can't have him getting away, as if either would want to.]
We need a checklist... [He licks his lips idly.] I'm already realizing we left your clamps on the brand new coffee table. This may be our little haven but I don't want to forget to put anything away if we end up having guests.
[He's still half-hard, thanks to the moon, but it's nothing urgent.] Considering, you know, I suspect we may find ourselves in this exact situation quite often with our newfound privacy.
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It isn't until the aftermath, while flexing his fingers and sprawling out in bed that he's reminded of how they ended up leaving a trail behind them through the house. Austria's talking about nipple clamps on the coffee table and the blond can't stop the airy laugh that comes after. A hand slips to stroke the thigh draped over him and he sighs, glancing over. ]
Clamps? I completely forgot about the cucumbers. I'm sure Pierre's already gotten to them by now. [ a beat passes and an eyebrow perks ] Even unintentionally, you're spoiling that poor bird. Trying to win his allegiance.
[ France sounds completely okay with his bird skipping sides if it means he gets to just lay there for a bit longer. ]
So, what about this checklist, hm? [ His fingers ghost a little higher on the hip, mouth curving into a teasing grin. ] Do you want guests? We've not invited anyone over yet. [ idly: ] Maybe I wouldn't stray away from the kitchen and waste our groceries then?
[ Haven indeed. Some of the rooms aren't even furnished yet and France is still tempted to lay claim to them. Yikes. ]
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Let him... you're worried about cucumbers? They're mostly water. That's hardly spoiling. In any case you were the last person to handle the cucumber so he'll think you were the one to feed him.
I'd like to have guests, yes... it's one thing to enjoy a place to ourselves, but it's another thing to be able to welcome people into our home, don't you think? [He croons at the touch on his hip, squirming pleasantly and tilting his head in a way that partially buries it in the pillow. Yes, that's the spot.] Besides, I think our friends here deserve to be party to the kinds of lavish gatherings the two of us are capable of.
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[ France harboring jealousy has never been an issue. Hypocrite that he is, he doesn't dive that deeply. He drops the act long enough to hear Austria out in regard to having guests over, only becoming distracted when his touch gets that reaction from his partner. Like he needs Cordis to be grossly affectionate. ]
I wouldn't say no to the idea of entertaining our friends. There's plenty of room to wine and dine them all.
[ Really, a party that France and Austria coordinate is instantly going to be a decadent occasion. He twists and slips closer but it's clear he might be daydreaming about the whole affair. ]
What would a housewarming party hurt, anyway? Shall I request the most ornate paper towel holder I can find? [ Yes. ]
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And beer. [It doesn't rhyme with wine or dine, but it must be added.]
Mmm... if we were to have it as a housewarming party I'd feel a little bit guilty making it lavish. Imagine showing up with a practical, modest gift and your host greets you with caviar? It would be prudent to make a choice between showing off and requesting gifts. An awful choice to be sure. ...We've been here long enough; perhaps we've earned our right to be terrible people.
[And then the actual last question registers.] Wait. A paper towel holder? Is that what you've got your mind on?
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We could always insist that they just leave the gifts in one of the rooms to be opened in private later on so that everyone can enjoy the party. Caviar and all, though I will probably embarrass myself if it falls along Cordis. A bit of planning on our parts could avoid that altogether.
[ His eyes widen at the shock and he clucks his tongue loudly in the quiet room and leans in to kiss the poor man a few times on the lips. No. He's not smiling. ]
An ornate paper towel holder! [ There's another peck before he just re-emphasizes how grand the decor item would be in their lovely kitchen, all the while worming closer to wrap his arms around Austria as best as he can given their tangling of limbs. ]
You act as if I was lamenting over door jambs or ashtrays. As if!