[His tongue is a welcome addition as Hermes welcomes it eagerly, lips pliant as he lets Riddle explore and press against him as much as he wishes to. The hand on his cheek slides back, long fingers carding through his hair in a bid to encourage him further, his other hand settled firmly on his hip.
It's obvious with the way he tenses that he's nervous and who can blame him? Hermes certainly can't (nor would he) and when he breaks the kiss inevitably for a breath he's pressing their foreheads together gingerly, bright green eyes meeting blue.]
We can be as slow as you wish to be. You needn't feel the need to push yourself. I am in no hurry, Riddle.
[It isn't as if he has anywhere to go. He's Riddle's for the evening.]
[He lets out a slow breath when their foreheads touch and Hermes says that. He lets his eyes fall closed, and he leans into that comforting, solid presence.
After a moment, he murmurs:]
... I know.
[He trusts Hermes. He was far too gentle, too kind to be put off by something like inexperience.
After another breath, he moves back in, and speaks against his lips:]
Show me what you know?
[Before he closes the gap, his mouth and lips just as pliant as Hermes' had been.]
[Hermes can't say he knows Riddle all that well, but he's been in his company enough to realize he wears his heart on his sleeve. Having him volunteer at the Sanctuary has led him to figure out rather quickly he was the kind of person to take responsibility and blame himself if something under his care went wrong. They were traits Hermes could relate to, which is perhaps why he was fond of the boy.
He wanted to do right by him, if he could.
So when he's kissed and asked to show him what he knows he smiles against his lips, settling his hands on his hips to reposition him in his lap. He encourages him to straddle him, with a leg either side, his broad palm finding purchase at the small of Riddle's back. He kisses him with obvious intent, letting his tongue slip past his lips as a test to see just how much he could push and what would be overwhelming. Hopefully the new and improved position would work better for the two of them.]
[Riddle complies, letting himself be shifted as needed. His legs fold neatly on the bed, hands settling on either shoulder.
Under Hermes' guidance, he relaxes quickly. Not having to blindly continue to fumble from inexperience helps him greatly, in this case. He can simply focus on the other man's actions from the perspective of a student, learning without worrying.
And so, there's no tension when that tongue slips into his mouth. Riddle's own tongue reacts a touch just from the sensation. Otherwise, he only tilts his head slightly, widening his mouth just a bit to invite Hermes further.]
[He notices him relax and in turn that lets Hermes do the same as he deepens the kiss, encouraging Riddle to lean into the contact. He teasingly strokes his tongue up against the roof of the boy's mouth before moving to give his lower lip a light tug between his teeth. Soon he moves to kiss his jaw, leaving a trail of little pecks down toward his neck. It's there he carefully noses against him, letting his tongue dart out to give him a lick. He's just testing the waters after all, to see what Riddle is okay with.]
[Riddle makes a soft noise into the kiss, enjoying the sensations. He breathes a touch heavier when he tugs his lip and kisses his jaw. He shifts his head and allows full access, and gives a slight shiver at the tongue.
There is a bit of tension in his frame, however, mainly because what Hermes is doing is working so well that it's getting him worked up. So far, arousal continues to bring discomfort and anxiety.]
[He notices the attention, keen to address it but not point it out. Instead he lets his hands find Riddle's shoulders to massage them gently as he moves back to kiss his lips. He's small, far smaller than Hermes, and with a delicate frame...it makes the ancient's heart swell. What a precious creation he is indeed.
Hopefully he can work the tension out of him, to make him melt against him. It'd be rewarding to say the least. Hermes knows all too well how awful it is to feel anxious, especially during moments like this.]
The massaging is unexpected... and nice. After just a few seconds, he finds himself relaxing into the touch, shoulders lowering as he kisses Hermes back, face flushing red.
He's so... incredibly observant, so attentive to Riddle and it makes his heart flutter. He doesn't even have to say anything, and Hermes just wordlessly reassures him, just like that.
One hand comes down to run over his chest and abs, appreciating the muscle there. Appreciating... a lot about Hermes, really. He feels validated in his going to him for help... and very grateful.]
[If there's one thing Hermes is it's observant. He wouldn't have become Elpis' chief overseer if he lacked the ability to be mindful and aware of the needs of other beings around him. His approach to Riddle is no different in that regard and he receives his attention fully.
Being touched back in return is nice and pleasant, but he expects it would be considering the nature of the boy in his lap. Riddle has always been nothing but toward him. When he finally breaks the kiss for a bit of air he smiles against his lips, letting his forehead rest against his.]
[Hermes doesn't have to be told twice, the kiss he receives being enough of an answer. Eagerly he kisses Riddle back, deciding after a moment or two to tug the two of them down onto the mattress beneath him. It's a careful movement, one that has Riddle lying flush against his chest as he lays back against the bed. In this new position it'll give the boy control over what he wants to indulge in.
Hermes is happy to be at his mercy and wants to make that apparent.]
[Riddle easily goes with him, hands lightly grasping Hermes' shoulders as he does.
And for a moment, he pulls back with a soft gasp, and simply gazes down on Hermes for a moment. The shape of his face, the gentleness in his expression and those captivating, glowing eyes.
There's a fond, thoughtful gaze as he raises a hand to cup Hermes' cheek again. After a couple a moments, he says:]
[The compliment catches him off guard, those pretty, luminous green eyes of his widening in surprise. It isn't the first time someone has complimented his eyes before but to call them enchanting...
Heat immediately finds its way to his cheeks as he leans into the touch to his cheek subconsciously. It's impossible to not be weak to such an affectionate display, even if he feels he doesn't deserve it.]
[His thumb brushes over Hermes' cheek, and he leans down, pressing a kiss to his lips, then pulls back again, a thoughtful look on his face as gears start turning.]
Actually, I've been doing a bit of research and learning from Jamil.
[He takes a breath to steady himself.]
Maybe you'd be open to some... roleplay?
[...yeah, he couldn't quite look at Hermes in the end, there. But he said it without his voice faltering!]
[As Riddle begins to talk Hermes can't help but look up at him curiously, wondering where exactly his train of thought would take him. He's definitely not expecting the suggestion thrown at him. Roleplay? What did he mean exactly by that?]
...I am open to anything you wish to try with me, but I am uncertain of what you mean by roleplay.
[Riddles words have Hermes reeling as he stares up at the boy, those glowing eyes of his wrenched wide. Had he heard him correctly? Did he have any idea of what he'd just suggested? What he'd implied? It's not a position that has ever crossed his mind. Sure, they were all creations of their Star but that was different compared to the creations and concepts his people breathed life into themselves. Staring up at him he swallows quietly, the ever familiar feeling of nerves causing his skin to goosebump.
No, Riddle has no idea of the can of worms he's just pried open, the proverbial Pandora's box if you will of insecurities and hang ups that have plagued Hermes for as long as he can remember. The context he's interpreting this suggestion in is surely different from what Riddle's thinking of right now but his gut twists with insecurity all the same. To his credit he doesn't let it show, keeping his hands still against the boy's back as he focuses on the weight of his body against him.]
[He can't help but wonder what's going on behind those luminous eyes. He can tell there's already something a little off, but he'd partially expected that.
He runs his thumb over Hermes' cheek, gaze softening a bit as he nods. Then, he gives another kiss to the edge of Hermes' mouth and murmurs to him lowly.]
I sense you are troubled, my creation. What is it?
[He starts there, and kisses once more, waiting patiently to see how he would respond.]
Troubled. Well, he's not exactly wrong. He is troubled - now and even before. He always is on some level, isn't he? The kisses leave him pliant as he stays still beneath Riddle, unsure of how to answer. To say he was fine would be a lie but the last thing he needs to do right now is trouble Riddle. Wasn't the whole point of this to make him feel comfortable? He didn't need to make him feel uncomfortable...
He kisses him back gently, shyly, but there's an underlying tension there.]
Ah, nothing is troubling me...but I simply cannot help but think there are other creations far superior than I that you could spend your time with. However, I am humbled you wish to do so with me.
[Riddle allows him to take his time. He can feel that underlying tension... Can see the way Hermes struggles for a suitable answer. His reward for his honesty is a few more soft kisses placed over his face.]
It saddens me to hear you have such painful thoughts. I hope I can ease your mind and heart.
[He'll stay here for now. It's his first time, and... he might have trouble staying in character, at least in the beginning, if he looks Hermes in the eyes.]
[It's just a game they're playing and nothing more...but oh how terribly he wishes those words to be true. All he ever feels is inferior - certainly no gift to the world at any rate. The words have him swallowing hotly, throat tight as he finds himself ceasing to breathe for a moment. No one would ever really say those words to him and mean it. Not ever. If he were a creation he'd have been unmade at this rate.
But by the stars he really wishes Riddle did mean it. He wishes anyone did. At the very least the boy doesn't have to worry about meeting Hermes' gaze - he's already averted it himself.
He needs to not get caught up in this. It's not real. He's being ridiculous, allowing himself to become overwhelmed and emotional over what is ultimately pretend. His people never really adored their creations, not beyond their own egos. Why then, if he were a creation, would he be treated any different at the end of the day? He could be a gift one day and an aberration the next.]
[He doesn't deserve it. That's something he believes wholeheartedly. Why should others be kind to him when he couldn't even be kind to himself. Besides, the whole point of all of this was that he was supposed to be taking care of Riddle, was he not? Not the other way around. Still, he can't deny that the tender touches aren't what he wants right now...they are. It's just a game, at the end of the day, but what harm is there in pretending for a moment? In this moment someone can be here for him, truly. Someone would care without abandon.
It sounds too good to be true and that's because it is. After their little game is over that's it. He's back to himself, back to a reality that's always difficult to deal with. Sighing he sinks further back into the mattress, shifting his focus to the warmth that Riddle's body brings.]
...I would be loathe to stop you, if that's what you wish.
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It's obvious with the way he tenses that he's nervous and who can blame him? Hermes certainly can't (nor would he) and when he breaks the kiss inevitably for a breath he's pressing their foreheads together gingerly, bright green eyes meeting blue.]
We can be as slow as you wish to be. You needn't feel the need to push yourself. I am in no hurry, Riddle.
[It isn't as if he has anywhere to go. He's Riddle's for the evening.]
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After a moment, he murmurs:]
... I know.
[He trusts Hermes. He was far too gentle, too kind to be put off by something like inexperience.
After another breath, he moves back in, and speaks against his lips:]
Show me what you know?
[Before he closes the gap, his mouth and lips just as pliant as Hermes' had been.]
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He wanted to do right by him, if he could.
So when he's kissed and asked to show him what he knows he smiles against his lips, settling his hands on his hips to reposition him in his lap. He encourages him to straddle him, with a leg either side, his broad palm finding purchase at the small of Riddle's back. He kisses him with obvious intent, letting his tongue slip past his lips as a test to see just how much he could push and what would be overwhelming. Hopefully the new and improved position would work better for the two of them.]
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Under Hermes' guidance, he relaxes quickly. Not having to blindly continue to fumble from inexperience helps him greatly, in this case. He can simply focus on the other man's actions from the perspective of a student, learning without worrying.
And so, there's no tension when that tongue slips into his mouth. Riddle's own tongue reacts a touch just from the sensation. Otherwise, he only tilts his head slightly, widening his mouth just a bit to invite Hermes further.]
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[He notices him relax and in turn that lets Hermes do the same as he deepens the kiss, encouraging Riddle to lean into the contact. He teasingly strokes his tongue up against the roof of the boy's mouth before moving to give his lower lip a light tug between his teeth. Soon he moves to kiss his jaw, leaving a trail of little pecks down toward his neck. It's there he carefully noses against him, letting his tongue dart out to give him a lick. He's just testing the waters after all, to see what Riddle is okay with.]
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There is a bit of tension in his frame, however, mainly because what Hermes is doing is working so well that it's getting him worked up. So far, arousal continues to bring discomfort and anxiety.]
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Hopefully he can work the tension out of him, to make him melt against him. It'd be rewarding to say the least. Hermes knows all too well how awful it is to feel anxious, especially during moments like this.]
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The massaging is unexpected... and nice. After just a few seconds, he finds himself relaxing into the touch, shoulders lowering as he kisses Hermes back, face flushing red.
He's so... incredibly observant, so attentive to Riddle and it makes his heart flutter. He doesn't even have to say anything, and Hermes just wordlessly reassures him, just like that.
One hand comes down to run over his chest and abs, appreciating the muscle there. Appreciating... a lot about Hermes, really. He feels validated in his going to him for help... and very grateful.]
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Being touched back in return is nice and pleasant, but he expects it would be considering the nature of the boy in his lap. Riddle has always been nothing but toward him. When he finally breaks the kiss for a bit of air he smiles against his lips, letting his forehead rest against his.]
How do you fare?
[Might as well check in with him, right?]
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Better... Thank you.
[He decides to show his appreciation by trailing kisses along Hermes' jaw.]
And you?
[There's no reason not to ask, even if Hermes doesn't seem to have the same difficulties that Riddle does.]
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I am glad to hear it. I am doing well. You are rather pleasant company to have.
[Quite pleasant indeed.]
I am more than content to continue what we are doing, but if you wish to try something please feel free or tell me. I will not mind.
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I'm glad you think so.
[Especially given that he's being so high-maintenance at the moment. The smile widens a bit, and he kisses the edge of Hermes' mouth in appreciation.]
Let's continue.
[That's said before he goes for a kiss once more, easily opening his mouth to Hermes again.]
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Hermes is happy to be at his mercy and wants to make that apparent.]
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And for a moment, he pulls back with a soft gasp, and simply gazes down on Hermes for a moment. The shape of his face, the gentleness in his expression and those captivating, glowing eyes.
There's a fond, thoughtful gaze as he raises a hand to cup Hermes' cheek again. After a couple a moments, he says:]
Your eyes are absolutely enchanting.
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Heat immediately finds its way to his cheeks as he leans into the touch to his cheek subconsciously. It's impossible to not be weak to such an affectionate display, even if he feels he doesn't deserve it.]
You think so?
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[His thumb brushes over Hermes' cheek, and he leans down, pressing a kiss to his lips, then pulls back again, a thoughtful look on his face as gears start turning.]
Actually, I've been doing a bit of research and learning from Jamil.
[He takes a breath to steady himself.]
Maybe you'd be open to some... roleplay?
[...yeah, he couldn't quite look at Hermes in the end, there. But he said it without his voice faltering!]
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...I am open to anything you wish to try with me, but I am uncertain of what you mean by roleplay.
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Basically, for the duration of the session, we play out a scene in which we take on the roles of certain characters.
For example, some popular pairings might be nurse and patient, or hunter and hunted.
For us, I was thinking... the creator and his creation.
[And then he leans down, and presses a kiss to Hermes' lips, then pulls back just enough to speak.]
And in this scene, you're my creation.
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No, Riddle has no idea of the can of worms he's just pried open, the proverbial Pandora's box if you will of insecurities and hang ups that have plagued Hermes for as long as he can remember. The context he's interpreting this suggestion in is surely different from what Riddle's thinking of right now but his gut twists with insecurity all the same. To his credit he doesn't let it show, keeping his hands still against the boy's back as he focuses on the weight of his body against him.]
If you wish...I would not be opposed to it.
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He runs his thumb over Hermes' cheek, gaze softening a bit as he nods. Then, he gives another kiss to the edge of Hermes' mouth and murmurs to him lowly.]
I sense you are troubled, my creation. What is it?
[He starts there, and kisses once more, waiting patiently to see how he would respond.]
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Troubled. Well, he's not exactly wrong. He is troubled - now and even before. He always is on some level, isn't he? The kisses leave him pliant as he stays still beneath Riddle, unsure of how to answer. To say he was fine would be a lie but the last thing he needs to do right now is trouble Riddle. Wasn't the whole point of this to make him feel comfortable? He didn't need to make him feel uncomfortable...
He kisses him back gently, shyly, but there's an underlying tension there.]
Ah, nothing is troubling me...but I simply cannot help but think there are other creations far superior than I that you could spend your time with. However, I am humbled you wish to do so with me.
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It saddens me to hear you have such painful thoughts. I hope I can ease your mind and heart.
[He'll stay here for now. It's his first time, and... he might have trouble staying in character, at least in the beginning, if he looks Hermes in the eyes.]
You are inferior to no one, my gift to the world.
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But by the stars he really wishes Riddle did mean it. He wishes anyone did. At the very least the boy doesn't have to worry about meeting Hermes' gaze - he's already averted it himself.
He needs to not get caught up in this. It's not real. He's being ridiculous, allowing himself to become overwhelmed and emotional over what is ultimately pretend. His people never really adored their creations, not beyond their own egos. Why then, if he were a creation, would he be treated any different at the end of the day? He could be a gift one day and an aberration the next.]
...You truly are far too kind.
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That would be implying that I'm giving kindness to someone who doesn't deserve it, wouldn't it?
[Hermes says so little, but so much in just a few words.
He noses gently into Hermes' face.]
In this moment, I am here for you. Truly and fully.
Allow me to take care of you, Hermes. Please.
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It sounds too good to be true and that's because it is. After their little game is over that's it. He's back to himself, back to a reality that's always difficult to deal with. Sighing he sinks further back into the mattress, shifting his focus to the warmth that Riddle's body brings.]
...I would be loathe to stop you, if that's what you wish.
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