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A King Off Balance

Who;Rhy Maresh, Open
What; Tailor Work, A Minor robbery, A Disney Princess Moment
Where; The Tailor Shop, The Markets, The Park
When; Early August
Warnings; None Yet

1. A Stitch In Time... | A Seamstress's Shop
The young woman who watched the counter was sick this morning. It was something Rhy had been informed of when he had first entered and, of course, the other ladies that worked in the shop had a very reasonable expectation of that. There were dresses to be made, suits to be prepared, shirts and blouses and vests. So many different things hat needed finished or prepared or repaired. All in all it meant that the newest hire who was still working on some of the easier skills was watching the counter. So he sat there behind the counter, working on repairing a vest.

Until, that was, the door opened. He looked up with a bright smile at the individual entering.

"Good morning. How might we serve you? Something new to wear? Repairs? Perhaps some lovely embroidery to enhance what you already own?"

2. Light Fingers Cause Problems | The Open Air Markets
Lunch, or nearly that. Rhy had been given leave a bit early from his job to go collect lunch, given he was intending to bring it back to the small tables near his place of work to have lunch with his husband and their lovely pup. Today it was his turn to buy their lunch, and so he had, a basket of small pastries, sweet and savory, a small wedge of cheese, and a small bunch of grapes. This last item was in the hands of the vendor, about to go into Rhy's basket as he took the small purse with the last of the money for lunch in hand as a child ran by.

One second there was a small pouch in his hand. The next just empty air as the child bolted off through the market, with the vendor cursing as the child ran off. And Rhy stood there, shocked.

"Did... Was I just stolen from?"

What a strange and interesting thing!

3. Why Do Birds Suddenly Appear | The Park
A day off. They were not the most common for Rhy, but he did so enjoy when they came. With Llewellyn busy at work Rhy had set himself into the park, another trip to allow their sweet basset hound pup get used to the plant and animal life. The dog was currently napping at the end of his leash, tuckered out from some vigorous sniffing action. Rhy, meanwhile, had settled on a bench with a book in his lap, enjoying the slow progression of a book he had bought.

He didn't even notice the little song birds growing interested until one landed on the top of his book, tweeting at him in curiosity. The man went very still and stared at the little finch, which seemed to have no problem with his presence.

What did he do now? He didn't want to scare the thing. Oh dear.

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Llewellyn chuckled a little, tilting his head at that comment. “And I’d hate for your plans to be interrupted after you’ve made them, hm?” He set the glass down, taking another bite of dinner with a pleased hum. “Be it your projects or your plans, you come up with such lovely things…”

"And my hobbies too," Rhy answered, giving his husband a v ery hungry look. AS if he was the hobby that Rhy was speaking of.

Which he was.

Hobbies…? For just a few seconds, Llewellyn seemed a little behind on what the other was saying, until he noted a familiar look in his husband’s eye and a small flush coloured the curious expression on his face. “Oh.”

He peered over at Rhy again over his glass, looking rather like he wished there wasn’t a table between them. “Of course, my love. I've heard that it is quite important to engage in hobbies one enjoys.”

"It truly is. It's good for the mind, and the body."

And the body was what he was seeing to indulge in right now. He licked his lips and returned to his dinner.

"Hopefully my hobby amuses you too."

Llewellyn took a moment or two, still watching Rhy as the man returned to his dinner, before he finally returned to his to resume eating and savouring the food and the moment. He did spare the other another curious glance though at the comment, finishing another bite of pasta before he responded with a thoughtful tone. “I find it incredibly pleasing, my love.”

Turning his eyes back to his plate, he continued with a curious hum and a slightly silly little grin. “If that hasn’t been mm… apparent, then perhaps I need to be more vocal about it in the future?”

"Oh, vocal is always welcome. You see I'm a noble, and we only feel good about ourselves when others are singing our praises."

Which wasn't entirely true but it was true enough to amuse him to say.

Llewellyn tilted his head slightly, “Mm… You should feel good about yourself more often than that. Because even when I’m not around to sing your praises I am often thinking them wherever I am.” He responded lightly, finishing off a little more of his plate.

“But! I do endeavour to please you… So I will make sure I am quite vocal while you enjoy your… hobby this evening. There is much to praise, after all.” He smiled playfully, tilting his head as he reached for his wineglass again.

Quite vocal. Nice. Rhy was smiling.

"Strange how I find myself hungry in ways my dinner cannot satisfy."

Llewellyn peered across the table at the other, his own grin spreading at the comment. “Is that so…? Hm… It’s such a lovely dinner you’ve made, but I suppose if you’re craving something else…” He titled his head slightly, leaning forward to rest an arm on the table. A glint in his eye, enjoying the mood at the moment. “Perhaps we should do something about that, my love? I would hate for you to be left hungry in any sense of the word.”

Oh that was an invitation.

"We should at least push the chairs in at the table so that Pretzel doesn't sneak more dinner."

Pretzel's woeful eyes turned to Rhy from where he was sitting with the most disgruntled little sound. Father, why must you foil me this way? If they were both going to be busy all evening, why shouldn't he get to enjoy the leftovers of dinner?

Llewellyn smiled widely, pushing himself up from his chair slowly as the other clearly accepted the invitation. He leaned lightly on the back of the chair as he spoke, intending to push it in as instructed in a moment. "You're quite right, better that he has the treat you purchased to occupy his attention rather than our pasta, hm?"

Rhy rose from his seat and pushed it in. He didn't care about all of that.

"He's had his treat. We should get to that hobby thing, though. Now. Please."

There’s something very urgent about the request, two simple words that captured Llewellyn’s attention, his eyes darting to focus solely Rhy. He stopped lingering by the chair and pushed it in properly. “As you wish, my love.” He responded, circling the table to wrap an arm around the other, leaning in close. “Let’s enjoy this hobby together, hm? Show me what you’ve had on your mind today.” He added quietly, desire clear in his voice.

Desire was good. He smiled and pulled his lover against him. But this was something. This was a lot of things.

"Come on, we need to get to the bed."

“Oh, a good start I think.” He responded with a small chuckle as Rhy pulled him against him. Enjoying the contact, he was unable to stop himself from stealing a small kiss before moving towards the bedroom. Keeping an arm wrapped around Rhy and staying tucked in close as they moved. Though he did cast a small glance over his shoulder to make sure Pretzel wasn’t following. Used to their antics, the pup moved to curl up under the couch for a nap.

Llewellyn used a foot to nudge the bedroom door closed behind them, though, listening for it to click and be sure it would remain firmly shut before pulling his husband to the bed with him.

Rhy wasn't the strongest of men, he knew that. His work at being fit had always been a vanity thing rather than a true care for fitness. And yet he was a solid enough man that when the door clicked shut he could stand and resist the pull of his husband. Instead he pulled his partner too him and picked him up. It wasn't flawless, there was clearly some strain, but he was doing it anyway.

"Maybe I can't wait for the bed. Maybe I should put you on the dresser. It's closer."

By comparison, Llewellyn’s work at being fit was… Vague to nonexistent beyond his constant need to move and inability to sit still for long periods of time. Walking for hours, maybe jogging when he needed to clear his head some mornings? It wasn’t hard to bring his tugging toward the bed to a halt.

He blinked a little in confusion as Rhy stopped, tilting his head slightly with some confusion. The expression turning to something a little more surprised as he found himself pulled back and lifted into the other’s arms. Now that was something that he hadn’t expected, but… it definitely seemed to stir something positive in him. The firmness in the action, the suddenness… Yes, Llewellyn decidedly liked that.

Fingers clinging to the material of Rhy’s shirt, he tilted his head slightly with a low hum, an eyebrow raised at the idea that the bed was that much further at the moment. “Sooner does sound more appealing than waiting, my love.”

"Well then..."

Rhy smiled and moved to the dresser. He put the other down on the edge of it and pressed their lips together. His hands were on Llewellyn's hips almost immediately, touching him, ready to take his clothes off, but he had to push the man down. Come on, let him do this.

A thrill ran through him as he realized Rhy had been serious about the dresser. Finding himself pressed to it and kissing back, hungry for more, as his own fingers fussed with some urgency at the buttons of Rhy’s shirt. Less clothing… Less was definitely an excellent goal, he thought to himself. A pleased sound at the feel of the other’s hands on him rose in his throat, allowing Rhy to push him back against the surface of the dresser… He was only too happy to comply to the other’s desires after being distracted by thoughts of this for the better part of the day.

Oh yes, this was definitely a wonderful plan. Rhy laughed at the eagerness offered to him. Once he has Llewellyn's shirt open he leans in to lick over the man's skin. Nice, very nice.

"What a lovely dessert."

Llewellyn’s breath caught at the contrast between cool air from his open shirt and his lover’s tongue on him, cheeks flushed and eyes glittering at the comment. “I do hope it’s pleases your appetite, after such a nice dinner.” He responded with a little chuckle, fingers still lightly working at Rhy’s buttons, albeit with more distraction than before.

"Oh this is my favorite of all desserts. And I don't even need to make it myself. Already laid out in front of me."

He smiles and finished opening his lover's shirt and started to suck on a spot he knew to be particularly stimulating.

He laughed softly at that. “Your favourite? Mm... I am only too happy to provide it, my love.” He responded in amusement.

And his own focus was lost as Rhy began to suck on skin. His fingers falling, failing to grasp buttons now, instead to cling to the fabric and arching into the other’s lips with a pleased whine. “I love the feel of your lips on my skin.” He murmured in distraction.

"I love the taste of your skin on my tongue," Rhy answered immediately. He was always happy to say things like that just to get his partner worked up. And, of course, he lifted free of his husband's skin so he could start working his pants open.

“That’s very convenient for me, then. You’re welcome to continue to your heart’s content, my love.” He responded in a low, warm tone. The loss of contact does get a small disappointed sound though, until he realized what his husband was moving towards. Well, let it be known that Llewellyn was very keen to be helpful, and he shifted slightly to make the job easier. Lifting his hips, rather than let the furniture obstruct the task.

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CW: NSFW from here. Thanks all!

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