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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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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.

It was known, it was shown, and Rhy laughed as he pulled the pants off, happy to toss them aside. Sorry, wrinkles would be a thing.

"So helpful. YOu deserve a prize."

Llewellyn would happily deal with wrinkles in the morning. Wrinkles were worth this time with Rhy… “I do strive to be helpful.” He propped himself up on his elbows once his pants were gone, his expression one of curiosity and hunger at Rhy’s words. “Is that so…? If you think I’ve done well enough to earn it… What might this prize be?”

He would be glad to know it was true. And he'd still feel bad about the idea that he let his lover wear rumpled clothing.

"You really are, my dear," he grins as he strokes Rhy through his undergarments. "I should embroider my name on these. 'Property of Rhy Maresh'."

Well, perhaps one day he could suggest Llewellyn get a new a new suit or two, and then they wouldn’t need to worry about occasionally rumpling clothing in the evening.

A nice prize, indeed, a low groan escaping him under the other’s touch. He loved the feel of Rhy’s hands on him, hips shifting under the touch to lean into it. He felt a soft laugh bubble up in him at the comment, though; he did like the sound of that. That he was Rhy’s… “You may, though you and I will be the only to see such handiwork… I’m yours alone, my love, all of me… Everything you touch.”

Perhaps he could, but for now Rhy would be happy to just make do with what he has. mostly because clothes were not at all on his mind.

"Yes, I would very much prefer that I be the only one that sees you like this. You're my kingdom now, and I intend to know all of your lands," he purred before finally startign to tug the undergarments down. He wanted to play now.

At the purr in Rhy’s tone, he felt something pleasant stir in him. He loved the sound of the other’s voice, and to hear him speak in such tones about him made him feel warm and so very special. “And you are the only one whose eyes I wish upon me, my love. I am yours to do as you wish, however it would please you.” He responded, voice thick with desire as he felt the other begin to work his undergarments down. Already aroused from the attention, he was more than happy to be rid of them.

However woudl please him? Well, that was just beautiful. Once it's done he smiles and leans in to suck. That will be wonderful, just too feel and enjoy his lover. And he intended to enjoy, right here, until the man made him move.

And Llewellyn certainly thought it was wonderful to feel Rhy’s mouth on him, his words catching in his throat and giving way to a moan. His fingers finding the other’s hair to tangle in. Moving seemed far from the man’s mind at the moment, caught up instead with the attention from Rhy.

Moving could maybe happen. Later. Right now the only moving he had was bobbing over the man's cock, clearly intent on driving him wild.

It was certainly something that Rhy was good at, if the sounds drawn from Llewellyn were anything to go by. Scattered praises for Rhy falling from his lips, only half coherent as the other began moving over his length.

That praise was far too scattered. His fingers slid between the other's legs to tease at his balls, even as Rhy started to suck in earnest. He deserved dedicated praise thank you very much.

If it were pointed out, Llewellyn certainly would have agreed. But it felt so very good, that it was a struggle to form sentences. His husband was very good at rendering him incoherent at times, which was a feat on its own.

His fingers grasped more firmly though, breath catching to give way to another moan as Rhy began to suck and tease him. “So good, my love. Feels so good, your talented mouth, your dexterous fingers.” Voice unsteady, and words continued to tumble forth, tone begging for more.

Good. That's the praise he deserved, and Rhy hummed happily before lifting his mouth from Llewellyn's cock. He patted the man's leg affectionately before stepping away.

"Stay right there. I need to get something."

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