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"woah there stranger, i never meant to spook you." he's got his hands up just slightly, but he would still be fast enough to draw his own weapon if he needed.

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"woah there stranger, i never meant to spook you." he's got his hands up just slightly, but he would still be fast enough to draw his own weapon if he needed.
GAY PANIC with @texashunt continued from here ( x ).
the saying 'drunk in love' doesn't nearly come close to describing the trance-like state vaughn enters when moments ( as few and far between the may be ) come around. he feeds off of this type of energy, in the most literal sense. the soft atmosphere, the intimacy of the action he's performing, the way john's aura radiates this dreamy golden hue --- everything, he can see and feel and drown himself deep into; akin to getting cozy under a thick comforter on a winter's night. the more he exist in this state of bliss, the less he wants to swim back up for air.
he continues carding his fingers through those golden strands and purrs with sweet surrender when he feels john's lips grace his thigh so --- romantically... he's so deep in his amorous state that he doesn't flinch too much when john hit with the realization of what's happening. he opens his eyes ( he didn't even know they were closed ) to meet the other's shocked, near terrified expression and stuttering voice. he only responds with one finger coming to rest on the wolf's lips.
❝ shh~ ❞ he responds with a nurturing tone as he returns john's wide eyed stare with his own subdued gaze, his irises twinkle with glittering mauve tones. ❝ there's no need to apologize and i'm never going to hit you. ❞ his hands moves along to cup his face gingerly, the pad of his thumb caressing against a stubbled cheek. ❝ you said you could lay here like this all night --- so why don't we, love~ ❞
@texashunt sent "Goddammit, I told 'em on the way in, I'm fine. It's jus' a couple broken rips 'n' a few claw marks. I don't need no damn hospital."
"Unfortunately for you, you're here anyway, so how about you let me check you out?" Robby grabs a seat, rolling over to sit down beside the man while pulling gloves on.
"You wanna tell me what happened?" Those claw marks look pretty deep. Gashes that most likely need to be stitched up so Robby grabs everything he needs from the nurse that comes in, putting everything on the medical tray beside him.
"Can I get a closer look at them?" The fabric is in the way but he's not going to remove it without permission first.
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"Alright handsome, listen," Odd gave a flash of a winning grin as he tugged off his gloves-- finishing with his initial examination. "As sturdy as I'm sure you are-- you just got hit by a car." Even though Odd somehow didn't sense all that much of an injury, and even then it was healing... faster than Odd expected it.
"I'm really gunna have to suggest you take a trip with me to the hospital. Like, professional opinion."
@texashunt: "Next time there is a party I need a tiara"
"Oh? I'm sure we can find you a beautiful tiara, love." Ashe chuckled slightly as he looked at John with an amused expression. His eyes crinkled with mischief as he leaned over to give John a kiss on the cheek. "Would you like that in pink as well? Or do you have a prefer style of tiara?"
@texashunt: 💪
Normally Ashe liked to wear button ups on his usual days, but today was a different matter. The shop's attic needed reorganizing, which meant moving heavy boxes around. Which meant the wolf was walking around in a tank top while he moved boxes and old furniture. Sure, he could have done this with magic, but the calculations and effort it would've taken would have been more than just picking up a box and putting it else where.
Thankfully, Ashe had a strong southern half-wolf he could ask to give him a hand. So the afternoon had just been them in close proximity moving boxes, and occasionally Ashe giving John a kiss of thanks while they moved everything.
Ashe hadn't expected the squeeze on his bicep. It might've just been John trying to get his attention, but Ashe couldn't help but tease as he grinned at the other. "What, see somethin' you like?" Ashe questioned as he flexed his bicep, scars and sigil tattoos on full display for John. Ashe wasn't bulky by any means, but it was clear that he had muscle to be proud of judging by his solid his bicep was.
"I'll only charge you a kiss for a squeeze," Ashe chuckled out with a wink.
@texashunt: 💋
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How comfortable was it to find someone that you could share your burdens with? Who understands your condition so whole-heartedly that you can share concerns with them that you've never told anyone else.
Ashe had grown this kind of comfort with John over many flasks of whiskey and late nights talking about their adventures and hunts over the years. It had almost become part of Ashe's routine to spend time with John whenever their paths crossed (which seemed to be more and more often lately).
His laughter rumbled through the empty night at some joke John had made about one of their mutual hunts. The whiskey warmed his face as he watched John for a long moment-- while they both laid side-by-side to gaze at the stars as they talked.
And John seemed to be watching him too.
Ashe chewed his bottom lip in thought for a moment, before a drunken eh, fuck it dashed any anxiety of what he was about to do out the door. He leaned in, slowly enough to give John a chance to pull away if he didn't want this, and pressed his lips to John's. It was a warm, buzzing sensation that spread through his lips as their breath laden with whiskey mingled in the cool fall air between them.
And God it felt good.
Maybe it was impulse. Maybe it was a yearning for touch that Ashe hadn't felt in over a decade. Maybe he just really liked spending his nights listening to John talk on-and-on. Either way, Ashe pulled away with a warm smile toward John.
"Sorry about that," Ashe breathed out. "Not about the kiss-- normally I ask permission first," Ashe chuckled out with a lazy grin at John. "I'll be sure t'ask next time."
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