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i haven’t abandoned these blogs again, but i have. re-downloaded dragon age, and i’ve now gone from playing vanilla inquisition on a secondhand non-internet-enabled xbox to playing goty inquisition with my custom worldstate and all the dlcs........ its so good, yall
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He chuckled and kissed August lightly on the corner of his mouth. “It’s fine. I trust you. None of them really hurt, at least not to touch. I have one on my lower back that gives me problems sometimes, but it’s… on the inside, in the muscle? Like, it gets tight sometimes and I have to do these stretches to loosen it up, but you can touch anywhere you like.”
Years ago, he had been stabbed above the kidney with what was basically a shiv. There was a small, puckered scar where it went in, but either the deep tissue trauma or the surgical incision had done something that made the muscles tighten at random. It didn’t happen very often, but it was definitely a pain in the ass when it did. He put August’s fingers over the scar so he knew where it was.
With a soft sigh, he leaned against his Bumblebee, finally chest to chest with him, and traced kisses over his narrow shoulder. “Are you okay to keep going?” he asked. Hopefully August was comfortable with Greg seeing the rest after the first reveal. Not that he couldn’t think of a thousand other intimate ways to spend time together even if they didn’t ultimately go much further tonight
August nodded slightly as Greg spoke, letting his hovering hands fall onto his boyfriend’s chest once he was given permission. He gently ran his fingers over the scar when his hand was moved to it, feeling the borders of the scar thoughtfully. “If it ever gets tight while I’m around, let me know and I’ll rub your back. I dunno how good I’ll be, but I knew a massage therapist back in Vegas who gave me a few tips.”
Sitting here skin-to-skin with the other Spy, it was... nice. He didn’t expect such a simple thing to feel so nice, but it really did. He let his hands trace against Greg’s sides, pausing when his fingers hit a scar to explore its shape. He kept touching as he thought over the question. From here on out, Greg should more or less know what to expect. Sure, his situation down there was a little different from a cisgender woman’s, but his situation everywhere else had also been unique, so he figured he could talk them both through it.
“Yeah, I’m good to keep going if you are,” he answered after a few seconds. “You’ve seen the worst. I mean, it doesn’t get less weird, but it gets less... generally gross to look at.”
“Well, that’s what you see on television,” he replied. Getting a heart with “mother” on it was popular too, but he knew August didn’t have a good relationship with his mother. And he very much hoped August wouldn’t get a tattoo of a frog.
“Why not a tattoo of your emblem?” That was a knife after all.
Well, the logic was there, though apparently Klaus had missed the bit about it being personal. The next suggestion made his eyebrows raise a tic, though.
“Huh. That’s actually a pretty cool idea... Maybe on my bicep, like where other classes uniforms have them.” He ran his finger in a circle on his bicep with a thoughtful hum.
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Gentle fingers traced the scars, tenderly exploring them with a reflective sort of sadness. “Oh, Bumblebee…” Greg said softly. He wished that August could have gotten the surgery he deserved rather than this butchery. Shaking the thought away, he looked up at his boyfriend’s face. “Does it hurt? I mean, are there any places that are tender or sore to touch?” He knew that sometimes scars, especially scars this big, could cause numbness or persistent aches or any number of other nerve issues. He didn’t want to add to any discomfort if he could avoid it.
After a moment’s hesitation, he took off his own undershirt. He had lean muscles befitting a dancer, not all that much bigger than August. There were faint scars on his upper arms and torso from deaths and close calls, here and abroad. His scars were nothing compared to August’s, but very few people had been allowed close enough to see them all the same.
He gave a little nod, not really at either of them--he didn’t show many people his scars, and the few he had hadn’t reacted like this. It was... nice. “No, it doesn’t hurt anywhere. You can touch wherever, but there are some spots that are like... numb? Like here,” he explained, poking a finger into a spot on his own chest seemingly at random. “I can feel pressure but not, like, specific touch. But there’s nowhere that feels bad...”
August wiggled a bit to give Greg the space needed to strip off his shirt. He looked at his boyfriend’s body with interest on his face, hands following his eyes almost without thinking--they skimmed lightly over Greg’s skin, running up his biceps and over the scars with much more interesting history behind them than his own. After a moment he paused, a nervous frown crossing his face. “Can I--Er. Let me know if I should... stop, or not touch, or anything, okay?” He nodded again, giving Greg a look with his brows drawn together that hopefully conveyed how serious he was. “I want you to be comfortable and enjoy yourself too.”
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Instead of taking the hint, he shifted August’s hand to the next button on his shirt. If August wanted the shirt off, he was going to have to work for it. As much as Greg was content to take the lead, he needed his boyfriend’s continued consent. It was one thing to gently take him by the hand and show him the ropes, and quite another to bulldoze through his boundaries.
Once he guided August’s hand further down his shirt, he moved his own hands to the bottom of August’s undershirt, raising it just a bit. It was an attempt to test the waters. Although he told Greg he trusted him, he didn’t want to push too far.
Unlike his boyfriend, August did take the hint, slowly fiddling open buttons until he reached where the shirt tucked into Greg’s pants. He didn’t dissuade Greg’s hands while he did so, and once he was finished, he paused to steel himself a bit, then pulled the undershirt off in one quick sweep. Like a band-aid.
Most of his torso was more or less what one would expect--pale, with a light dusting of hairs, and his ribs close enough to the surface that they could be felt with a little poking and prodding. His chest, though, was a wide mess of keloid scars, lumpy and discolored from healing poorly and crooked from a shoddy incision to start with. The scars covered where his nipples would have been, if they were still attached.
He sort of wanted to hover his hands in front of his chest, but he actively stopped himself, putting them on Greg’s shoulders instead. He’d explore under his boyfriend’s shirt in a minute, maybe, but at present he was hoping to hide how sweaty his palms had gotten.
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Greg’s throat was suddenly dry, but he gave August a nod and confident looking smile. “All right. We’ll see where things go. I’m glad you trust me so much.” He traced his boyfriend’s jaw with his fingers again, then lifted his chin to kiss the other side of his neck. Resisting the urge to make vampire jokes, he nipped at August’s throat lightly, waiting for his reaction.
Greg’s smile brought one back to August’s face as well, though his was smaller and less sure of himself. Though, as his boyfriend seemed to accept how things were going, August relaxed a bit, eyes fluttering closed as his head was tilted. There was another small noise as he felt the nips on his throat, quiet and a little whiny. He didn’t think teeth on his throat would feel good, but every time Greg did it, August just wanted to ask him to do it harder.
Instead, he went back to the other Spy’s shirt, thumbing the first button through its hole. He wasn’t going to push for it to be taken off--Greg was a real Spy, after all, with the disguises and false name and all, so he’d understand if there was some hesitance to show everything to someone else. Goodness knows he wouldn’t take his own off if he hadn’t already warned his partner what would be underneath. But one button would just serve as a suggestion to take it off, perhaps.
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“Sex stuff?” he repeated in confusion, nuzzling along the side of August’s nose. “What would you like to try? Or… did you want to just see where things go and stop if you get too uncomfortable?” His lips brushed lightly against the Bumblebee’s, not quite a kiss but every bit as loving and tender as one. “I don’t mind exploring with you.”
“I dunno. Just trying stuff sounds good. I’ve just...” He paused, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I’ve never wanted to do sex stuff more than I do now. You got me all warm and squishy inside and I’m tired of waiting.” He gave a little nod, trying to squish his nervousness into the back of his head. “I’ll tell you if anything is weird or bad or... if I feel stabby, I guess.” Now that the thought was in his head, he paused again to fish around in his pocket for his most accessable knife, then flung it across the room in the same direction as his clothes. He took one from his belt, too, and gave it the same treatment. “Is that okay with you?”
“Well then…” he was about to suggest talking to the Soldier, but that didn’t often go well. The mercs didn’t like talking out their issues and instead wanting to fight.
Klaus pursed his lips when August felt dejected. Tattoos were something he never understood, but he also felt like how somehow let August down. “Why not…” he waved his hand in a circle as he thought. “Why not a pirate flag?”
“Why do you suggest that?” he asked, a little tilt to his head and a little laugh behind the question. “I was thinking maybe a knife, or a frog, ‘cause I’ve loved both of them since I was a kid. Or maybe a little orange maple leaf, because fall is my favourite season...”
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Chuckling, he hugged August tenderly. “You mean this?” he asked, sucking on August’s neck again. He kissed a bit lower, just beside the collar of his undershirt and began to suck the skin softly. He was happy to leave another little hickey for him.
August made a little noise as he did, an embarrassing noise in the back of his throat that he had wanted to make the first time, had they not been trying to be quiet. His hands clutched at Greg’s shirt again, and his insides felt warm in a way he could barely stand.
Once Greg was finished, August leaned back to make eye contact with him, a little out of breath despite not really doing anything. “Okay. We should. Like. Do sex stuff. I want to do sex stuff with you, if you want to do it with me. But I have no idea what to do and you need to lead.”
