{ Lilliad / Lils }

18 y/o roleplayer !! My main muse is Bridgerton's Henry Granville !!

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Hi! I hope you’re doing ok! I wondered if you were still looking for people to rp Bowser/Luigi with?

depends, could you dm me? :3

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i miss roleplaying so terribly

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tft spy and scouts ma where spy birthed scout

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I have not roleplayed in so long, good lord

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Is this a safe space to day i like snupin better than wolfstar😥

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Helloo all ..

I am alive, and with a few updates..

I'm in college now! I have been in accounting classes for a little while.

I also have a job! I work part time at Panera!

I really want to be active here again, so I'll be posting roleplay requests pretty soon!

Sorry for my absence !!

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So i forgot my log in details 🧍‍♀️

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I've been so busy with school <//3

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Hello everyone!!

I apologize for my absence... I've been SWAMPED. But to the people I owe responses to, I hope to get them out this week <33

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Sorry I just found your page the other day and fell in love with all your art SOOO i'm so sorry if I accidentally spam liked you <//3

Your art is so gorgeous I hope I can draw the mercs as well as you do one day.. U FUEL MY HEAVYMEDIC OBSESSION

Don't worry, spam likes are always an honor to receive for me! ✨

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH! There are some aspects of my art and drawing that I still need to improve on, but I'm really glad that my work means as much to others as it does to me 🙏

AND THERE'S EVEN MORE HEAVYMEDIC ON THE WAY! 👊💉

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Virtualmish responding to me literally meant the world to me aahhhhh /pos

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Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $40,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future. 🕊️🇵🇸

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

Everyone who’s able to donate go do so ^^

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Medic my husband ❤️

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TF2 is something of an obsession for me right now, so take some doodles!

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Feel free to ask me questions!

I'm a bit bored, so anyone wanna use my askbox?

Would love to be asked questions about anything in the tags too :)

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Henry's leg was swung over his other, quite lazily so. His head laid against his knuckles, leaning on his arm as he watched around the room. Henry was the host of the party, as he always was at these weekly things, his family- his hive scattered about the party. These parties were a way to try to recruit new members. Henry's hive- They didn't turn people all that often. But they were always looking for new humans to join them. Many of Henry's hive members chose not only to drain their human members, but mate with them. Vampires and humans, there was a special bond.

Henry was bored, though. That much was obvious, and not just to his beloved hive members. Any of the guests could tell their gracious host was bored off his arse. And he hadn't even had a single drink, so his attitude couldn't be blamed on alcohol. He sat in his chair, raised up off the ground like it was a throne, watching everyone else as if he was searching for something. Something to entertain him. He had gone a long time without draining a human.. Henry's hive took out reserves of human blood, for emergencies. Henry had been using those reserves to feed instead of taking a human to drain. It was cleaner, less messy- Less human connections. His former feeder, Lord Wetherby, was mating with George Byron- The poet, another vampire of Henry's hive. Henry cared very little about their little relationship, if he was honest. Byron and Henry had something of a friendly relationship- Henry had felt Byron's lips on his own many times. And Wetherby knew as well as Henry did that he wasn't the only one that Byron drained. It was survival, really. No vampire could survive on just one human. They needed more blood than one human mate could provide. Thus- They took on more. It was normal, it was survival. Henry's hive had called him stupid for it, but Henry was searching for something. Vampires had a special bond with a specific human in the world. Call it soulmates, call it "meant to be", but each Vampire had a connection with a human, somewhere in the world. And Henry was determined to find his. So he invited his hive to invite anyone they liked. He opened his parties to all. He sorted through the rabble, dusted off the grime. He wanted to find his human. He was unsuccessful thus far. Very unsuccessful. But he wouldn't stop looking, not now.. Even if his hive told him it was an effort he'd regret. Wetherby especially seemed to have an issue with it. Perhaps it was the man's intense envy. He wanted Henry's attention back, and ever since Henry had started looking for his "soulmate", Wetherby had been pushed to the side. Henry hadn't meant to do it, not really... But he found himself less interested in draining any of the humans in his hive when he started his search.

His hive's nurse, Ms. Lucy Hollow, told him something he wouldn't forget. She was his biggest supporter. "They're somewhere out there, Henry. Don't stop looking, if that's what your heart is telling you." She'd looked at him with such kindness, he couldn't let her down. Her support pushed him to keep looking.

And who knows, maybe tonight was his lucky night...

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Benedict had anticipated a private room, his gaze searching Henry's as the man lead him to what he thought was a private room. He allowed himself to be lead to what he thought was again a private room. As they entered however, he saw it was nothing of a private room. To benedicts shock and disappointment, he saw the male and female models standing in the centre of the room, several others surrounding them to capture them in their angle. His heart deflate, grip loosening on Henry.

He tore his gaze from the models to the man briefly and then on the paintings in question. He felt a fool. An utterly entire fool. Benedict was known as the second son. Secondary to that, the painter. Trying to hold back tears of the idea of always being secondary to everything, and never really wanted, Benedict forced his gaze to Henry's paintings.

His heart was racing in his chest from upset, heartbreak, and embrassment.

With a croak, and never once tearing his gaze from Henry's art for how little he felt, Benedict replied "The way you use your brush strokes. It's very inspiring. Swift movements." He choked with a forced nod. "The-The colours. The blending is well done and the colours would... flourish any space." He lied. He didnt care. He did care, about art at least. He just hated that he was lost in signals. He saw Henry as a potential lover, and Henry saw him as an ill advised art dealer. Benedict forced his gaze to the female model who was switching position slightly. For once in his life, he wasnt desirable.

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Henry had clocked that something was wrong with Benedict. He had only wanted to show Benedict his art- Share something he cared about with someone he intended to court. He thought Benedict would be excited to see his work, but when Henry looked to the man, he looked... Disappointed.

Benedict's expression seemed to dull, like he had been hoping for something else, and Henry had let him down. Was he truly that uncaring about Henry's art? Was Henry unsatisfying? Well, that was certainly unacceptable. His lips curled downwards, his heart swelling up with his own pride, slightly peeved that Benedict would act so.. Unhappy. Henry was sharing something he loved, and it seemed like it was all but meaningless to the bachelor. He looped his arm back with the other man, holding his arm with his other hand, giving it a squeeze. "You don't sound very thrilled." Henry spoke, looking up at the man. He shook himself of his upset, letting his lips turn back up into a smile. "Is there something you'd like to tell me.. In private?"

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Even in Benedicts falsivities he was caught out. He hated that he was caught out. He tried to clamp his jaw, trying to hide any expression of discontent but it seemed it was too late.

His cheeks grew rosy as the man spoke of going somewhere private, wondering what game Henry was playing at him.

Benedict swallowed thickly, barely meeting Henry's eye at his question, despite the fact the man was seemingly leading him to somewhere private already..

"It is not that I am not thrilled." He laughed hushedly, not wanting to offend the host "It is just... I am always known as the second son or the son who enjoys art. I am nothing more, I am quite the forgettable son. I adore art. But there are many things I enjoy more like..." He stood there racking his brain. Sex isn't a hobby. Premonading your sister is not another. Reading is common. "...candle making." He lied. Who enjoyed that?

His eyes scrunched in embarrassment "I'm sorry. No. I'm really quite dull. I just... it's just..." He looked to the other artists before taking hold of Henry's hand and forcing him to follow to what appeared an empty library. There in the silence, he stared at him, chest heaving in his confusion and fright. Finally he spoke

"It's just that I was told this was a party of open people. That Henry is the most desirable, ready to fuck-able. Asking my opinion on art felt as though I wasn't worth any of it, the sex, the privacy, as though I really am the second son and not worth anything more."

He stood there for a moment staring at Henry, awkward, frightened, questioning "Am I? Someone that you'd want?" He offered to the silent falling dust of the books "because there is no question on my part. I just do not want to be a second. I want to be a first. I want to be yours." He drew an intake of breath, looking toward the ground "that's bold of me, I'm sorry." He shuffled on his feet "No, I mean, if you want me, have me. I won't tell. I promise." The latter words a performance. It wasn't that he needed the money, just the want for man than title and interest.

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Henry listened to each of Benedict's words, cocking his head to the side a bit as he paid attention. Though he understood Benedict's fear, the anger still lingered inside him, still peeved that Benedict could show such disinterest. He stepped forward, growing closer to Benedict, a smile creeping upon his face. "I have to say, Benedict- You truly hurt my feelings. I infact am interested in you, my dear- Thus, I wanted to share something I adore with you. You stood there with such little care, I thought I was the one who was undesirable. You say you were hurt I didn't take you somewhere private? How about the fact that the man I intended to ravage barely batted an eye at my artwork. Was it so boring to you? Was my art so- Unmentionable?" He seethed. His words were like venom, and yet his tone remained calm.

"You see, if it had been you excited about showing me something, I would have at least feigned interest. Because, Benedict-" He drew closer, cornering Benedict against the wall, his back hitting the bookshelf. "I am a gentleman." His hand slid next to Benedict's head, and his eyes locked with the other man's, and he stared at him with such want- Lust, perhaps? Henry's gaze faltered, if just for a moment, onto the man's neck. Every instinct in him begged to bite, and he found himself shaking, his fangs sheathed but just waiting for his call. He could claim Benedict right here. Take his blood, as his body had been asking to do.

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Henry's leg was swung over his other, quite lazily so. His head laid against his knuckles, leaning on his arm as he watched around the room. Henry was the host of the party, as he always was at these weekly things, his family- his hive scattered about the party. These parties were a way to try to recruit new members. Henry's hive- They didn't turn people all that often. But they were always looking for new humans to join them. Many of Henry's hive members chose not only to drain their human members, but mate with them. Vampires and humans, there was a special bond.

Henry was bored, though. That much was obvious, and not just to his beloved hive members. Any of the guests could tell their gracious host was bored off his arse. And he hadn't even had a single drink, so his attitude couldn't be blamed on alcohol. He sat in his chair, raised up off the ground like it was a throne, watching everyone else as if he was searching for something. Something to entertain him. He had gone a long time without draining a human.. Henry's hive took out reserves of human blood, for emergencies. Henry had been using those reserves to feed instead of taking a human to drain. It was cleaner, less messy- Less human connections. His former feeder, Lord Wetherby, was mating with George Byron- The poet, another vampire of Henry's hive. Henry cared very little about their little relationship, if he was honest. Byron and Henry had something of a friendly relationship- Henry had felt Byron's lips on his own many times. And Wetherby knew as well as Henry did that he wasn't the only one that Byron drained. It was survival, really. No vampire could survive on just one human. They needed more blood than one human mate could provide. Thus- They took on more. It was normal, it was survival. Henry's hive had called him stupid for it, but Henry was searching for something. Vampires had a special bond with a specific human in the world. Call it soulmates, call it "meant to be", but each Vampire had a connection with a human, somewhere in the world. And Henry was determined to find his. So he invited his hive to invite anyone they liked. He opened his parties to all. He sorted through the rabble, dusted off the grime. He wanted to find his human. He was unsuccessful thus far. Very unsuccessful. But he wouldn't stop looking, not now.. Even if his hive told him it was an effort he'd regret. Wetherby especially seemed to have an issue with it. Perhaps it was the man's intense envy. He wanted Henry's attention back, and ever since Henry had started looking for his "soulmate", Wetherby had been pushed to the side. Henry hadn't meant to do it, not really... But he found himself less interested in draining any of the humans in his hive when he started his search.

His hive's nurse, Ms. Lucy Hollow, told him something he wouldn't forget. She was his biggest supporter. "They're somewhere out there, Henry. Don't stop looking, if that's what your heart is telling you." She'd looked at him with such kindness, he couldn't let her down. Her support pushed him to keep looking.

And who knows, maybe tonight was his lucky night...

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Benedict had anticipated a private room, his gaze searching Henry's as the man lead him to what he thought was a private room. He allowed himself to be lead to what he thought was again a private room. As they entered however, he saw it was nothing of a private room. To benedicts shock and disappointment, he saw the male and female models standing in the centre of the room, several others surrounding them to capture them in their angle. His heart deflate, grip loosening on Henry.

He tore his gaze from the models to the man briefly and then on the paintings in question. He felt a fool. An utterly entire fool. Benedict was known as the second son. Secondary to that, the painter. Trying to hold back tears of the idea of always being secondary to everything, and never really wanted, Benedict forced his gaze to Henry's paintings.

His heart was racing in his chest from upset, heartbreak, and embrassment.

With a croak, and never once tearing his gaze from Henry's art for how little he felt, Benedict replied "The way you use your brush strokes. It's very inspiring. Swift movements." He choked with a forced nod. "The-The colours. The blending is well done and the colours would... flourish any space." He lied. He didnt care. He did care, about art at least. He just hated that he was lost in signals. He saw Henry as a potential lover, and Henry saw him as an ill advised art dealer. Benedict forced his gaze to the female model who was switching position slightly. For once in his life, he wasnt desirable.

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Henry had clocked that something was wrong with Benedict. He had only wanted to show Benedict his art- Share something he cared about with someone he intended to court. He thought Benedict would be excited to see his work, but when Henry looked to the man, he looked... Disappointed.

Benedict's expression seemed to dull, like he had been hoping for something else, and Henry had let him down. Was he truly that uncaring about Henry's art? Was Henry unsatisfying? Well, that was certainly unacceptable. His lips curled downwards, his heart swelling up with his own pride, slightly peeved that Benedict would act so.. Unhappy. Henry was sharing something he loved, and it seemed like it was all but meaningless to the bachelor. He looped his arm back with the other man, holding his arm with his other hand, giving it a squeeze. "You don't sound very thrilled." Henry spoke, looking up at the man. He shook himself of his upset, letting his lips turn back up into a smile. "Is there something you'd like to tell me.. In private?"

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It had been a week since Benedict declared his love to Henry. He still hadn't returned to the man's side however, still too lost & confused with how to deal with these feelings, tormented with questions that really only he had to explore the answer to. He was making his way to Henry's, realising that he enjoyed the man's company & sweet affections, even with all his confusion, he still enjoyed being with him.

A paper boy began calling out, and it grabbed Benedicts attention. The boy ran to his side & offered the latest edition of Whistledown. Usually he would ignore it, that woman had ran her mouth about his family, & he didn't care to hear what she had to say. But the look of disgust on other bystanders face as they read their copies piqued his interest. Trading a penny for a pamphlet, he began reading, to his horror.

Dearest Gentle Reader,

It has come to this authors attention that all is not as one previously assumed life to be. While women fight & flaunted themselves for the attention of a prospective husband at last weeks ball, it appears that one of the tons most eligible bachelors has been playing with your hearts all along, for this bachelor seeks a private audience for his own desires toward other men. The discovery came as quite a shock to this author so much so that I dare not speak his name. Not quite yet that is, as I do hope in his shame he steps forward to admit this ghastly behaviour. It does not do well to lead on others. But heed my warning for the future should he be reading, that net curtains do not conceal everything. Light eventually trickles through.

--- Lady Whistledown.

Benedict gripped the pamphlet in fright, stealing a peek to see if anyone had guessed it was him & Henry. He was certain the library door was closed, wasn't it? And the curtains, they were pulled entirely weren't they? If he appeared spooked, people may suspect him. With a thick swallow, he shoved the pamphlet into his inner jacket pocket, and made a faster step to Henry's home.

As he arrived, he pulled the doorbell repeatedly. Turned on his foot to see if anyone was watching him, then harshly banged at the door, grumbling about letting him in. The moment the door opened, he burst inside, not waiting for the door to be closed as he made sure to walk further inside without invitation. Benedict's eyes were glistening with tears, wide in his fear, and as white as the pamphlet in his pocket. He wanted to be sick he was so terrified, pacing back & forth in the hall in a bid to calm himself. "Henry, we've been caught. Whistledown, she-she-she-speaks of us. I'm sure of it."

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Benedict looked wholly confused. How can anyone enjoy it from the receiving end? "You're worried about displeasing me, when all this time I've been hurting you? It hurts and it's uncomfortable." He grimaced. Admittedly, Benedict was questioning his sexuality, whether as a result of this whole situation, he really did enjoy the same sex. Was he lesser than for not enjoying it? But as he gazed upon Henry, his heart fluttered at the mere sight of him. He knew his feelings for him were validating enough.

His hand came up to cradle Henry's cheek, but he didn't want to kiss him. Still in the throes of his own upset and confusion, he just wanted to be there for the man who seemed upset about something too. "Henry, I want you. I always want you. Why would you ever feel as though you could possibly displease me? Everything that happened last night... it was all for you. Even in the mess of what happened with Edgar, I adore you, Henry. What's troubling you?"

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"No- No- Darling, Darling-" Henry scrambled, holding onto the other man's clothes at his chest. "I do like being on the recieving end. I've never expressed discomfort, have I? I assure you, I've always enjoyed it with you. You have always made me feel so, so loved in those moments. You bring the same love I am familiar with outside of intimacy into it.. You are a wonderful lover, Benedict- A breath of fresh air after being smothered and suffocated for so long." He swallowed. "I have not confided in you for this, but my relationship with Francis.. It was something of a battle of need. It was not sunshine, nor rainbows.. It was something I am afraid to say caused me a bit of distress returning to intimacy, but you- You showed me what it's like to enjoy it."

He took a deep breath, processing the rest of what his lover had said. "Nothing.. Nothing is troubling me, Benedict. And if it was, it would be nothing you would need to worry about.. You do not have to fret for me." He tried to argue, his true feelings twisting a knot in his stomach. That faint jealousy he'd felt yesterday? Was that troubling him so?

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It made Benedict emotional to know that he'd brought back that feeling of mutual affection to Henry, that feeling of love, that pleasure of intimacy. His thumb stroked the man's cheek affectionately. He'd kiss him, if he wasn't feeling so confused still, so upset. He was just grateful at this point in time.

The kettle on the stove broke him from his emotions, blinking back any tears he had, before rising to the kettle. He poured the water into a secondary pot to brew the tea. He took a small intake of breath as he asked what he felt was an embarrassing question, and it was, for what happened the night previous was his first time & he was lost. With a clearing of his throat and staring at the wall, Benedict asked "Henry... uh... after we... we're intimate. Where does... where does... IT... go... it just disappears... doesnt it..." He turned his back to place the kettle on the stove again, mostly to his how red he'd become.

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"Darling.." Henry clicked his tongue, leaning in to kiss Benedict's cheek, lingering there next to him as he thought of how to respond. He pursed his lips as he stepped back, crossing his arms, his head cocked to the side. "Well, one typically bathes after. For a woman, its best that it stays, you know- For the process of childbirth, and the like- Though I know some women wish to bathe it away as well.. Did you? Bathe?" He said, it was an awkward question, really- "It can, well, disappear- After a while.. Sort of. Dries up." There was only a hint of discomfort in Henry's voice, and it wasn't on purpose- Henry knew his lover was still learning these things. He wasn't upset.

"It will be okay. I can see that it wasn't your cup of tea." He said, and turned to the kettle. "Speaking of tea.." He said with a smile, turning back to Benedict warmly. "Shall we have a cup?"

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Benedicts face held an entire array of emotional responses. First, it was embarrassment at the idea of him having to be educated once more. Then it was surprise, as he hadn't bathed after, remembering how Henry had ran a bath after the first time the pair had been intimate together. Then it was a return to embarrassment as he hadn't bathed, though he looked to Henry, and explained this by shaking his head. And then, finally, Benedict grimaced at the idea of anything drying up. The idea of Edgar being inside him as bad enough, now he had to contend with the idea of Edgar drying up inside of him. He couldn't help it, but his grimaced was followed by a noise of nausea. Now, he couldn't meet Henry's eye for shame.

Though he reassured it was all okay, Benedict didn't feel that way himself. He was grateful however for how patient Henry was being with him, educating him in all the way he felt he was messing things up. "Mmhmm." Was all Benedict could manage in his uncomfort. He poured the tea, and held the cup out for Henry to take before pulling it back toward himself. He hesitated a moment, then pressed a soft, gentle peck to the man's cheek. "I'm sorry I'm not the perfect lover. I'm sorry I don't know what I'm doing. I want to be right for you."

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The kiss was very welcome, and Henry leaned into the embrace warmly, smiling as he felt his lover's lips against him again. "You shall need a bath, I'm sure, when you return home. It is nothing to be ashamed of, if you didn't like it. Men like us, we often have our places. If it is Edgar you are discomforted with, I will.. I will try. For you." He swallowed. "It is not my area of expertise. I suppose I was molded to be the vulnerable one, as you put it.. But perhaps.." He bit his lip. Henry's expression grew solemn. He found his place on the couch behind him, crossing his legs, looking up at his lover with glassy eyes. "I haven't been perfect either, have I? You don't have to be guilty. You are learning. I will not fault you for that, Benedict." A smile crept onto his face, and he took a sip of his tea, placing the cup on the table next to him. "You are not perfect. That is true, yes. But you are not something I want to let go of, Benedict.. You have made me feel so happy.. That is something my past lover hadn't done nearly as much as you have. You have outshined a man with greater experience by a tenfold." He said, extending his arms, wanting Benedict to take his hands, to join him on the couch.

"I will always be here to answer your questions, my love. Always."

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Benedict felt some comfort in the fact that he needn't be ashamed for not only not knowing what to do, but also in the fact he didn't like any of it from Edgar. He'd wondered if maybe it was Edgar he didn't like to from, then he thought back to just how uncomfortable the other man felt inside him, how full, and nauseous it made him. Would it be different with Henry? He wasnt sure but the nausea in his stomach still loomed.

Then Henry's words knitted into Benedicts ear, a subtle pattern that captivated him. "I think you're a better partner." He gave a weak smile "While I'm learning, I can see the disappointment on your face, knowing I cant fulfill what you want as Im so new to all of this but Henry," He met his eye "Promise we... we be honest."

Maybe his reluctance was a result of fear of being exposed

He took Henry's hands, yet drew himself close. His lips found Henry's knuckles, pressing kisses softly along them as he asked "Even though I am frightened, do you still want me?"

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"Always. I'll always be honest with you." Henry purred, leaning in to the kisses Benedict offered him, smiling softly at his lover. He ran his hand down Benedict's face, resting his palm there on his cheek. He was so gorgeous, Henry would think, as he stared into his greenish-blue eyes.. Those pretty eyes, like eyes he'd never seen before. He'd never gotten lost in anyone's eyes like he got lost in Benedict's. Benedict, like no other man that Henry had the pleasure of meeting, completed Henry.. Like he was a piece Henry hadn't realized he'd been missing. His Benedict.

"You did everything right, my love. It's fine if you didn't enjoy it- You don't have to do it again." He assured his nervous lover, pressing a quick but lingering kiss to his lips before pulling back, running his hand through Benedict's dark hair, his eyes swirling with all this affection and adoration as he stared at Benedict's face, ever allured and in love. He stared for many moments more, cocking his head to the side slightly as he did so. He didn't say anything for a bit. He was just overcome with this love for his darling Benedict.