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                                  Indie Jasper and Walter Beck from Fable 3

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HOW ACCURATE ARE YOUR TOP 5 KINKS?

Walter's top five kinks are:

Sounding: scary. no.

Crying: why? sad. no.

Wrestling: yes, although it'd have to be with the right partner.

Dirty talk: absolutely, especially when he and his partner are in the right sex-high mindset for it.

Gags: not his thing, but he'd try it.

Jasper's top five kinks are:

Body writing: no.

Exhibitionism: no.

Vibrators: no.

Latex: no.

Pet play: no.

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The barkeep filled his glass to the brim with beautiful golden ale, tilting her head to silently indicate the individual just two seats away from him.

Walter couldn't remember the last time he'd been bought a drink. Yes, he was a semi-famous hero (in the mundane, non-magical sense) and revolution leader— but it didn't mean he expected, or was immune to, flattery. In fact, he was quite susceptible to it.

"Hello there!" He announced himself with a smile as he approached his benefactor, tapping his tankard to their own drink in cheers. "Thank you for the pint. What brings you in?"

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It was easy for her to sense his nervousness. They'd spent so much time together, now, that she'd learned how to read his face. She didn't blame him for being anxious. Some anxiety had settled in her own stomach, worried about how people might treat them, but she was determined to be supportive.

"After all of the time I spent putting these pearls in my hair, we're going."

Her tone was playful, but her expression was soft. Cupping his cheek, she pushed up onto her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. "It'll be fine. We'll go for a little while, have some fun, then come back and cuddle for the rest of the night."

Taking his hand, she gave it a gentle squeeze. She'd donned a pair of fingerless lace gloves that matched her gown to cover her scars, if only to avoid awkward questions about them from strangers. No make-up to cover her bruise, though. She didn't like the feel of make-up on a normal day and she refused to act like she was ashamed of something that had been an accident.

"Let's get going before we're...how do you say it? Unfashionably late?"

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It wasn't only his public image and reputation being marred by their unfortunate accident that made up Walter's apprehension for this ball; there was a growing unrest in Albion that every citizen was feeling. Rubbing elbows with the upper crust who was largely separated from the woes of commoners was becoming a mine field of dissidence—Adding this to the mix, Walter was under considerable pressure to behave himself. Typically, Niamh attending alongside him aided in his presentation, but now... well, things were more complicated and unpredictable.

(He loathed how unnecessarily exhausting these social gatherings often were when they could be held simply for joy and camaraderie... but it came with the job and the responsibility on his shoulders that allowed him to serve and protect his home.)

Her quip made him smile again. "Fair enough... It would be rather selfish of me to keep you all to myself when you're looking like this." He kissed her back and looked into her eyes with a mix of love, gratitude, and that same trepidation. Below, his hand interlaced its fingers with hers. "You're right, we should go. Let's have some fun."

Although they were residents of Bowerstone castle, tradition dictated that their presence be announced to the ballroom for other attendees to know of their arrival. Walter stood at the room's entrance, appearing tall and proud, beautiful Niamh on his arm. As the heavy ornate doors opened, the sounds of music and merriment met their ears. "Sir Walter Beck and Niamh Dagbjørnsdóttr!" He led them through the threshold with as much of an air of confidence and charm as he could muster, in the direction of the bar cabinet to fetch some liquid courage.

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It was nice to see Jasper laughing. It would have been nicer still to hear it, but Mycroft was not going to complain either way. In many ways, they were both peculiar men, though they were lucky in that their individual peculiarities often lined up with each other. Neither of them were particularly vocal. Laughter - proper laughter, at least - was not a common thing in their home, though it wasn't due to any kind of unhappiness.

As Jasper started to walk, Mycroft stayed where he was. If the other man didn't pause, then he would follow, but, knowing him, he fully expected him to stop for a second first. As predicted, that was exactly what happened. That was good, of course. It would have seemed rather rude were he not follow to finish the conversation if Jasper hadn't stopped!

"I missed you too," Mycroft replied, words automatic but not dishonest. Now he had something to come home to, being away felt difficult for reasons more than a simple distaste for breaking his deeply ingrained habits. Being back again, with Jasper fussing over him, brought a sense of quiet peace that he hadn't quite found anywhere else before.

"I need some time to myself to make a few phone calls, but they can wait. I have time for you first, should you desire it."

While Mycroft was tired (and from Jasper's appearance, he seemed the same), it was hardly as though their evening would be particularly rambunctious! That was another one of their aligned peculiarities. They were both perfectly content with the simplicity of little more than each other's company.

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He understood the grace of Mycroft's words in a way that others wouldn't: putting his professional tasks aside to spend time with Jasper was a significant sign of his value for him and their relationship, even if it might be considered something to be expected. Hearing it sustained the smile on his face and made him look forward to the rest of the evening even more than before. "Thank you, dear. I'll put dinner on and meet you at the table when you're ready, hm?"

Cooking for someone was something Jasper had actually come to enjoy. Mycroft didn't dole out compliments willy-nilly, and so it was fulfilling when he managed to construct a dish to his preferences and earn himself one, especially considering it was a skill added to his repertoire quite recently. (He didn't always aim for praise, some days simply not having the mental energy to do more than keep things edible, but the satisfaction of someone enjoying something that he made was a significant motivator.) Tonight, his hands and body moved about the kitchen with tamed glee in anticipation of sharing a meal with his beloved after his time away; cheerful humming could be heard as he did so alongside the clanking of dishes, cutlery, and cabinet doors.

Quickly, the home filled with the delicious scents of cooking meats and breads. With the final step involving the oven, Jasper took the time to pour Mycroft and himself a drink that would pair well with the meal, the glass waiting for the man once he descended to the dining table.

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           “There you are, see? Not as heavy as it looks, is it?” Walter smiled at the sight of the other with an old training sword, dark and dull, balanced in their hands. Training someone new always brought him back, to previous trainees he still held dear and to his own start all those decades ago. Holding a sword in his hands had always felt natural—but learning to use it had been a long journey. “Well, it will be once you’ve been holding it for a while, you’ll see. Go and give your best shot on that dummy over there and show me what we’re starting with, hm?”

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“Keep those pretty eyes on me while I fuck your mouth.”

“You’re so obedient when you’re aching for it, aren’t you?”

“Spread your legs and let me see how desperate you’ve gotten.”

“Such a filthy little thing, getting wet just from my voice.”

“If you’re going to make those noises, don’t hold them back.”

“You can take more than that.”

“Open wider. I’m not in the mood to be gentle about it.”

“Tell me how badly you need it instead of squirming around like a brat.”

“You’re prettiest when you just stop thinking and let me ruin you.”

“Keep your hands where I put them unless you want me to pin them there.”

“I know that look—you want me mean tonight.”

“You’re going to stay right there and take every inch of me.”

“Say please like you mean it, and maybe I’ll let you have more.”

“Keep grinding against me like that and I’ll have you begging.”

“Keep pushing your luck and I’ll stop being nice.”

“Stay on your knees and be useful.”

“Lift your chin. If I’m going to use you, I want to see your face.”

“You’re doing so well taking it, sweetheart. Don’t stop now.”

“You’re not leaving this bed until I’m done with you.”

“You’ll get to come when I decide you’ve earned it.”

“Spread wider. Don’t make me move you myself.”

“Tell me to stop and I won’t believe you unless you mean it.”

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           "Oh!” A hand, somewhat daintily, went to his chest. “Please, I must ask you not             to surprise me like that. At my age, I must ration my excitement very carefully.“

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“aw, cheer up. you got a cool new scar.”  Thaddeus to Walter

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The look on Walter's face showed a mixed reaction of dumbfounded and irate, his momentary silence telling that he couldn't quite decide which of the two emotions to give the reigns of action. This bloke had to be kidding, right? Strike him pink, he was still bleeding onto the dirt; a 'cool new scar' a wound didn't make until it was closed and healed!

Looking away from Thaddeus to think, incredulous, something else took over, and Walter actually laughed. "You—You're something else, Thaddeus Walker. Just what, I can't tell you." Maybe this was why the man kept so quiet: to keep himself out of others' offense.

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