"How am I supposed to not enjoy myself when I'm around you?" Now that they've come down from the high enough to be normal again, it's back to being the bastard Roark fell in love with first, huh? Volkner really doesn't hesitate, grin in full display, fingers tracing his love's skin where his hands linger, quite happy watching him stumble over his own words and just about bluescreen entirely the moment they fully sink into his mind. It's not his fault Roark looks so cute when he's turning as red as his own hair! Roark should really know this by now!
"Come ooooon, can you blame me? I'm basically your model there, I need to know if I did things right!" He really can't help himself with the teasing, hands reaching for his phone, fingers wiggling while waiting to finally receive it the moment Roark seriously starts looking for it, considers his request, and dies some more actually seeing what's now saved to his device. And when it's finally in his own hands, Volkner is quite shameless too, happily looking and swiping through the newly made gallery, the faintest hint of pink on his cheeks the only indication that he's not entirely unaffected. ( damn, if he wasn't already so exhausted after such a long round he'd be maybe a little too eager to go at it again. it's not his fault his love is good at this after all! ) "Well, if it makes you feel any better, you're pretty good at holding the camera while I'm sucking the life out of you." As if that won't hit Roark where it's going to kill him a little moreβ
Finally, Volkner is satisfied enough to hand the phone back with a hum and a chuckle, every picture reviewed and approved. "You did great! And I sure hope you'll be enjoying these in a few days, I'd be a terrible boyfriend if I didn't leave you with a good enough gift, huh?" And he waits for Roark to lay back down to plant another kiss on his cheek, the bastard he is. If it wasn't for the intensity of everything they just did, he might enjoy the teasing of the aftermath more than the act itself. Almost. "Just remember to keep them safe, I trust you." Quite the proof of how much and how openly he loves Roark, isn't it? A luxury no one else in the world would ever be afford from the mighty Thunderfang. ( as if it's thunderfang the one giving his love so freely, here. )
"Are you alive enough to get up for a bath now? I think I'm okay enough to want to cuddle with a little less sweat now." Not to mention everything else.
At least he can happily accept that their relationship is as strong as it is if Volkner feels like he can banter like thisβit's still no secret that these kinds of things are risky, even if it wasn't Roark's intent to share them. It'll just be easier to stuff all these photos in a secure photo under an inconspicuous name, then he'll feel less worried about anyone finding Thunderfang of all musicians willingly in all kinds of compromising positions. "At least it counts for something, right? Damn, I should have asked for an autograph," he chuckles a little, at least relieved with Volkner's approval, even if his cheeks burn scarlet thinking about how much a blindfold turned his love into somewhat of a lovesick puppy.
Still, the affection doesn't go without acknowledgment, Roark smiling some and reaching to caress his cheek, fingertips delving under bangs. Of course, he'll keep them safe, even after they're free to be openly in love every day. Knowing them, though, they'll find a way to add more than just this single night. They're both stupid, and Volkner has been finding ways to get Roark to be less composed and gentle than he usually would be.
"Mm, yeah... we got a bit of a mess to clean up, don't we?" he laughs, very much aware the mess is mostly his fault, but the idea of cuddling in a nice warm bath sounded far more appealing than a bed at the moment. "As long as I don't have to squat, I shouldn't be falling over, eheh.." Talk about leg day. Roark rolls out of bed, thankfully passing the test of gravity, and saunters over to the bathroomβnow that he gets to admire it proper, it really can fit a couple quite comfortably, and it looks like there's some jets as well. Maybe this is more of a hot tub than the average bath, but... it definitely makes a better recovery. Ah, the staff even stocked up things in here, too, with bath bombs and other after care in a bundle on the sink where much of the counter space was. Towels and washclothes were neatly stacked on a shelf nearby, rod iron and sturdy. Well, at least for the moment, Roark only worries about the bath tub, tweaking the temperature and allowing it to fill in the meantime. When he returns, he comes around to Volkner with the intent to just carry him, as it's the least he could do for the amount of torment he just put him through.
"Here, you don't need to hobble over, I gotta treat you a little better than that," he laughs softly, content to pick him up as if he weighed so little. The short trek to the bathroom is easily accomplished, even with Roark still a little winded after their activities. He sets his love down carefully and takes his hand as leverage, only sitting down once he's safely in. Already, the water is nice and warm, just faintly steaming on the surface, and once the water level is high enough, he pokes around to find the jet setting and turn off the main faucet. "Dang. This kinda makes me want to move to a place with those private onsens. This would be amazing after workβ" Hold on, he needs to marinate before he gets to the washing part.
















