[ Surely it was fate that had brought them to cross paths again. ]
[ Fate and not Kleken being an ambush predator who had, after seeing Luke several times during Umbraton meetings and not once outside of them, used a combination of illusions, noisy coworkers, and the Shadowlord himself to get the man alone in a room with him. He really did have an impressive amount of resources at his disposal. It was just a shame he tended to use them for personal, chaotic reasons. ]
[ However it came to be, Kleken is now seated on his throne of tentacles inside the tucked away meeting room, delicately placed between Luke and the door for no reason whatsoever. He even has a glass of wine in hand, another being poured and ready to offer by his tentacles. ]
[surely, fate. especially for Luke, who does not tend to get distracted or lost in Umbraton. certainly not under normal circumstances.
so it's concerning, when he steps into the meeting room with the expectation that he'll be meeting someone else altogether. it's probably not even Istvan, for that matter.]
... Kleken.
[there's doubtlessly no surprise in how he remains wary, adjusting his posture only just enough to give him a moment to... explain himself. sort of. as much as Kleken ever does.]
For someone I'm supposed to be meeting, I don't recall making an appointment to meet you today.
[ His own tone is a practiced warm and welcoming, as if he really were the scheduled host for this particular meeting. And well, most of that is true, just not the part where Luke had been a willing participant to this change in schedule. But everything else held! ]
Life is full of surprises, isn't it?
I had been curious how you'd been. If the eggs had taken or not.
[ Lies layered with truths layered with subtlety layered with blatancy. He puts it all out on the table for Luke with the same easy smile, as if he'd just inquired about how the weather was outside today. ]
[but it's the followup that makes him flinch, eyes narrowing behind his mask. it makes it all but impossible to see how his cheeks darken, blending colour into its shadows. he needs to keep calm here.]
... there have never been eggs to think about, so I'm not sure what you're talking about. [yes he is. he hasn't forgotten it, how... freeing it felt, how he'd melted as soon as he'd been so full.] Naturally, I have been well. And as this is not my intended meeting, I shall be on my way.
[ His all too sharp eyes catch the flinch, though his expression remains even. How nice, to know that Luke hasn't forgotten about their little moment together either. An unwanted memory, perhaps, from the initial reaction, but not a fully unwanted encounter. Not with that little blush of his that Kleken finds quite cute when he spots it. ]
Oh, that's a shame about the eggs. I do believe I've worked out how to make the next batch stick though.
[ Never have more ominous words been spoken. ]
And your schedule has been cleared for the next three hours, I believe you'll find.
[never have more ominous words been spoken, indeed. Luke can practically feel his blood run cold, though he does his best to stay calm and collected.]
That won't be necessary.
[his schedule, huh... Kleken at least thinks he's thought this through, he'll give him that. of course, just because he has a "clear schedule" doesn't mean he needs to stay here.]
Nevertheless, I'll be on my way. Thank you for your consideration on this matter.
[he just... has to slip past Kleken where he is between him and the door. definitely not a calculated maneuver on the aurorian's part. truly.]
[ Whatever do you mean, Kleken's simply decided to take a spot in the most convenient place in the room. His tentacles as well, are simply spreading themselves out stretch after a long day. Nothing at all like he's up to something nefarious and it involves keeping Luke trapped in this room. ]
Hmm, do you have somewhere else to be? A shame, I was hoping you'd join me for a drink. Then you'll be free to be on your way.
Of course. There are things that must be done, regardless if whether or not my schedule is full, as you put it.
[nothing nefarious, sure. He glances to the wine glass as Kleken mentions it, lips pressing together. If it was most anyone else, he would be less worried...]
I rarely imbibe, you realise. It tends to be a poor choice for me.
[is that true? Maybe, but he's mostly dancing around admitting his suspicion. Delicate steps take him toward the exit—and, more unfortunately, toward those tentacles. Surely he can find a way to step around them, right? Surely. ]
[ A new glass is offered with much less wine in it, as if it'd been prepared ahead of time for this exact protest. What a coincidence! ]
[ It's a similar sort of coincidence that those tentacles are bringing out a possibly familiar rope from the depths of Kleken's coat, waggling it before quickly tucking it away again before it can be snatched away. Normal behavior. ]
[Kleken, one of these days he's going to strangle you. Possibly with that rope, because what the fuck, actually???]
... must you. [He's not sure if he's more annoyed by Kleken teasing that rope into view or the demand of a drink. Getting out of here... the more Kleken talks, the less likely it seems.] fine. I'll have a small amount.
[are the chances of drugging too high to be comfortable? Yes, completely. But maybe he can avoid Actually swallowing any to minimise possible dangers.]
[ He would deserve it, honestly. Even he knows that's a very real possibility and it'd be a direct result of his own actions. But that's not going to stop him anyway. ]
[ Thus with all the innocence of a guilty man who has no idea what threat Luke may be referencing, he smiles. ]
Must I what?
[ The glass is immediately offered at the agreement though, and yes, it most certainly is drugged because why would Kleken ever play fair? A potent aphrodisiac that's stronger when inhaled over when consumed- a rather expensive investment but his curiosity thought it well worth the price. Especially when he's equally curious about how a certain mercenary would react to it. ]
[He doesn't bother to answer, since his deadpan words had really just been in response to Kleken's insistence. Maybe also because he doesn't think the other really cares what he'd say anyway.]
I won't need any more.
[this said with emphasis, he taps his clawed fingers against the glass, considering his next move. The scent of the drink is almost cloyingly sweet to his nose, coating his senses almost immediately. That's... not good, he's sure. Shaking off the feeling, he sighs, unaware of the fact that he's affecting himself worse for it just yet.]
What did you expect to talk about, when you arranged this inconvenience?
To get to know you better, I suppose. We're certainly not in any sort of relationship to be sharing drinks together at the moment, don't you think?
[ To say such a thing while shamelessly inviting the man to share a drink with him is... Well. It's certainly Kleken-coded to do. ]
[ His eyes follow Luke's expression, what of it he can see through that mask of his, and his tentacles remain firmly in place until Luke takes a drink. Mainly so the man wouldn't suspect that the delivery of the drug was via a different method. ]
We could start with what sort of hobbies you do have.
[It's a test of patience and wills, the long stretch of time from previous meeting to message. Perhaps Kleken has dismissed the thought entirely in preference for just going on his way, maybe even assuming Luke may actually not send one at all.
But it really is inevitable. Whether something got scrambled in the mercenary's brain or their strange compatibility or just the incessant nag of curiosity, he knows months before he gives in that he will. So, Kleken will get a private request—from an anonymous sender, but that's got nothing to do with Kleken. He'll know who it is without a doubt.]
I request an appointment, somewhere private and quiet. Preferably secluded. Make arrangements for ample time—no less than a week. You're welcome to continue working when we aren't actively meeting.
Do not bring any surprises. You don't need them, and I will leave.
[ He's kept busy enough with the ever active activities of the Istvan Gang that thoughts of his next move on Luke had to, much to his great chagrin, been set aside for a later date. But more so than that, he wants to see if the man would ever come to him, rather than Kleken seeking out the mercenary. Not out of pride, though he had plenty of that, but sheer curiosity if he'd given the other man enough incentive to return to him. Hadn't he given him everything he'd asked for? Perhaps it was the extra he hadn't asked for that might have been problematic. ]
[ All thoughts he mused over late night drinks on his own, but continued to refrain from acting upon. He was patient. He could wait. ]
[ And then the note came. He'd read it over- debated getting it framed and placed in the studio he rented away from the Istvan Gang's headquarters that he took care to match the requirements named in his communication. But Luke would likely have not appreciated the humor in it and so he'd very reluctantly burned the note once he'd committed its content to memory. ]
[ He'd made all his plans meticulously, ensured that the studio had been stocked, soundproofed as well as possible, and furnished in plain yet comfortable and tasteful per his instructions to match Luke's requests, while also ensuring that not a single purchase could be linked back to him. He'd informed the Shadowlord only that he'd be taking up temporary accommodations for a month, and took to traveling a route that was laced in illusions that had him entering a different building far away from the real one each evening beforehand. ]
[ It was only after he'd made sure everything was in place that he had a delivery arranged to send to the mercenary through his group, by courtesy of the Shadowlord in gratitude for the organization's latest assistance. A wine bottle addressed specifically to Luke is nestled amongst the rest of the treats, with a pristine purple bow and a sealed note. ]
Your appointment has been scheduled.
[ Underneath is written an address- not to the apartment, but to one of the Istvan Gang's secured drop-off locations used for discreet document passing with Luke's mercenary gang, a location that they both know only Luke has access to on his end. There is the note, with the location of the studio, a date, and a time in the evening. ]
[ There and then is when Kleken can be found waiting in the studio, two glasses of wine poured while he studies the decor with a pleased look. Perhaps he'll keep this place for longer than a month. ]
[ It still would have looked better with the framed note though. ]
[there isn't long to wait, he suspects. And indeed, among the gifts delivered by the Istvan Gang, a subtle answer comes to light. Well... subtle to anyone who isn't privy to their arrangement. Once he's taken that tiny token of "thanks" and excused himself to let the others enjoy their just rewards, he'll open that sealed note. Long fingers run along the words, the location, working through the inevitable pattern. Not the end result, he thinks, given his familiarity with the address.
Once he's ensured that his presence won't be needed for some time, down to planning out the smallest of gigs in his absence, then he can alight to the drop-off. There he can question his own sanity for arranging this all over again, working through the possibilities should he go through with this in the first place.
In the end, the answer is easier than expected. It's a given in the way his anticipation flickers to life as the studio comes into view, in the strange comfort of simple, flattering clothing. Without his mask, most wouldn't know who they were looking at anyway—so he uses that fact to be all the more discreet.
The studio door opens and closes behind him, and Luke's gaze turns to Kleken in his satisfaction at the decor. Abruptly, the mercenary finds he's not sure what to say. Maybe that's to do with the expression, or maybe it's something else. Whatever the case... well, he clears his throat softly to begin with.]
Thank you for making such a timely arrangement.
[He would absolutely be upset if there was a framed note, yes.]
Oh, think nothing of it. It was certainly worth the effort to hear from you again.
[ A tentacle slides out from his coat to pick up the wine glass, bringing it over to Luke in offering. A perhaps familiar scene, though Kleken adds a note after a moment, turning in his seat to give Luke a more direct look and smile. ]
No drugs this time. Just wine, though if you'd rather refrain, I would understand.
[probably to no surprise, Luke shakes his head as he takes the wine glass, claws faintly tapping the side.]
I've no reason to hesitate, this time. I may put little trust in your words, but you're not so foolish as to risk what you really want.
[It had been one thing to rely on luck when Luke hadn't already agreed to be here, but to do so when he had no uncertain terms that it would be an end point... well, no matter what kind of conman he is, Kleken isn't stupid enough to underestimate hits seriousness. Comparatively, a drink ought to help him relax enough to feel less lost for where to start.]
... [right, less lost. Another slow sip.] I... would prefer if you held back with them until I'm a little more relaxed, this time.
[He'd managed to get used to the tentacles the last time, true, but especially without drugs coursing through his veins and twisting his senses, that... might be a little too much all at once. Besides, there's a sneaking suspicion Kleken might enjoy getting to be a bit more handsy to begin with.]
Oh, I'm quite foolish, but I'll try to restrain myself for this.
[ That Luke is the one who asked for this meeting is his strongest leash against Kleken, the conman having discarded his usual bag of tricks for now. They're at hand, of course and should he need them, but the larger appeal now is having Luke ask for more and more of what he wants. To help the man gently sink into the debauchery Kleken has to offer him. ]
[ At the first request, Kleken simply smiles in response, making a small motion with his hands toward the offending appendages. Or offended, given the way they rear up at Luke before slithering off into Kleken's shadows. ]
Entirely? Or only a few to start? I'd like to make sure, so you aren't uncomfortable.
[ As if he hadn't been entirely okay with Luke's discomfort during all their previous encounters. ]
[He pays the offended appendages no particular mind, honestly—even assuming they're at least somewhat separate from Kleken in the first place, they'll get to have what they want eventually.]
And if they aren't inside, I don't think it will be a problem. I just want to be relaxed enough that it isn't so... difficult when they do go there the first time.
[It says a lot that he doesn't call Kleken on that comfort with his discomfort, really. It's implied there in the admission has it was difficult, just subdued the way any man who doesn't like being too vulnerable might. The fact is there fairly clearly, though: he's not that much of a masochist.]
[ Whether he will actually show restraint or not is an uncertainty to Luke, even with the earlier reassurance, but Kleken does have full intention of giving the other man just what he wants and how he wants it. If he should find himself begging for more from Kleken's work, well then that would be all the better. ]
[ Luke's further clarification though, that gets him smiling a bit wider as he translates. ]
I'm not sure that I would classify it as foreplay... but yes, I suppose it's close enough.
[If Kleken wants to classify it that way, he can't claim to have an issue with it really. He just knows how difficult it was to relax the first time and would rather not repeat it, thank you!!
The alcohol itself is a pleasant distraction from his nerves too, warming pale skin and easing the seemingly endless tension in the mercenary. Its taste is good, for that matter, rich and heady.]
I'm anything but skilled at starting such matters, so I will leave that timing in your hands.
[not much of a romantic, he doesn't often feel the pull to explore his partners' bodies to begin with; it makes this experience all the more unique, since that itch is already there at his fingertips. Then again, this also isn't just... a convenience for his mercenary work.
There's a first time for everything, it seems. Even so, he's still his normal, painfully concise and efficient self.]
[ Is Luke skilled in any matters related to sex outside of their encounters? That would be a surprise to Kleken, and for a moment his mind flashes through the potentials he's aware of that the man could have engaged with. The... very few potentials, honestly, given he knows little of Luke's preferences in a sexual partner. ]
[ Pushing aside those thoughts, Kleken smiles over his wine glass, red eyes fixed on Luke as he considers the other man for a moment longer before responding. Already, a light glimmer of mischief lives in his gaze. ]
Would you like to continue with drinks then, or perhaps start kissing first?
[skilled may not be the word for it, though he's perhaps more experienced than Kleken might have expected. As a mercenary whose first and only concern is protecting and bettering the lives of his men, sex is a... convenient currency. Which does mean that his preferences are far less of a concern than not, of course.
True as it could ever be, Kleken operates in a way he can't predict and expect—not because it's a particularly odd way to tease, but because he isn't expecting it. Unusual that he wouldn't, given Luke's usual attention to detail... but then, he did just tell the man he was leaving matters in his hands. Why expect a question after that?
All that really shows in him is the slightest furrow of brows, the way he sips his drink to give a moment's respite to figure out his answer.]
... I believe I was clear when I said I would leave that decision to you. [does he suspect one or the other? Perhaps. Maybe he even hopes for one—it's hard to say.] I will adapt just fine, I'm sure.
[given how affectionate he became last time once the reality faded under the pleasure of everything, that's surely true.]
[ He would be better off teasing a rock, perhaps, in seeking some sort of flustered reaction from the man in front of him. But that's not about to stop the conman from trying to elicit more reactions out of the man. He just needed to figure out where the other's boundaries were and stomp all over them- ]
Do remember you suggested that then.
[ That's all the warning Luke will get as Kleken gets up and advances on Luke, placing a hand against his chest and guiding him back onto the couch. In the same motion, he leans in and up, catching the other's mouth in a lazy and explorative kiss to start. ]
[ He starts easy and slow, as requested and probably as Luke doesn't expect him to. ]
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Kleken + Luke: A Meeting of Fate
[ Fate and not Kleken being an ambush predator who had, after seeing Luke several times during Umbraton meetings and not once outside of them, used a combination of illusions, noisy coworkers, and the Shadowlord himself to get the man alone in a room with him. He really did have an impressive amount of resources at his disposal. It was just a shame he tended to use them for personal, chaotic reasons. ]
[ However it came to be, Kleken is now seated on his throne of tentacles inside the tucked away meeting room, delicately placed between Luke and the door for no reason whatsoever. He even has a glass of wine in hand, another being poured and ready to offer by his tentacles. ]
How lovely of you to meet me like this.
[ Luke agreed to none of this. ]
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so it's concerning, when he steps into the meeting room with the expectation that he'll be meeting someone else altogether. it's probably not even Istvan, for that matter.]
... Kleken.
[there's doubtlessly no surprise in how he remains wary, adjusting his posture only just enough to give him a moment to... explain himself. sort of. as much as Kleken ever does.]
For someone I'm supposed to be meeting, I don't recall making an appointment to meet you today.
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[ His own tone is a practiced warm and welcoming, as if he really were the scheduled host for this particular meeting. And well, most of that is true, just not the part where Luke had been a willing participant to this change in schedule. But everything else held! ]
Life is full of surprises, isn't it?
I had been curious how you'd been. If the eggs had taken or not.
[ Lies layered with truths layered with subtlety layered with blatancy. He puts it all out on the table for Luke with the same easy smile, as if he'd just inquired about how the weather was outside today. ]
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[but it's the followup that makes him flinch, eyes narrowing behind his mask. it makes it all but impossible to see how his cheeks darken, blending colour into its shadows. he needs to keep calm here.]
... there have never been eggs to think about, so I'm not sure what you're talking about. [yes he is. he hasn't forgotten it, how... freeing it felt, how he'd melted as soon as he'd been so full.] Naturally, I have been well. And as this is not my intended meeting, I shall be on my way.
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Oh, that's a shame about the eggs. I do believe I've worked out how to make the next batch stick though.
[ Never have more ominous words been spoken. ]
And your schedule has been cleared for the next three hours, I believe you'll find.
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That won't be necessary.
[his schedule, huh... Kleken at least thinks he's thought this through, he'll give him that. of course, just because he has a "clear schedule" doesn't mean he needs to stay here.]
Nevertheless, I'll be on my way. Thank you for your consideration on this matter.
[he just... has to slip past Kleken where he is between him and the door. definitely not a calculated maneuver on the aurorian's part. truly.]
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Hmm, do you have somewhere else to be? A shame, I was hoping you'd join me for a drink. Then you'll be free to be on your way.
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[nothing nefarious, sure. He glances to the wine glass as Kleken mentions it, lips pressing together. If it was most anyone else, he would be less worried...]
I rarely imbibe, you realise. It tends to be a poor choice for me.
[is that true? Maybe, but he's mostly dancing around admitting his suspicion. Delicate steps take him toward the exit—and, more unfortunately, toward those tentacles. Surely he can find a way to step around them, right? Surely. ]
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[ A new glass is offered with much less wine in it, as if it'd been prepared ahead of time for this exact protest. What a coincidence! ]
[ It's a similar sort of coincidence that those tentacles are bringing out a possibly familiar rope from the depths of Kleken's coat, waggling it before quickly tucking it away again before it can be snatched away. Normal behavior. ]
I must insist.
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... must you. [He's not sure if he's more annoyed by Kleken teasing that rope into view or the demand of a drink. Getting out of here... the more Kleken talks, the less likely it seems.] fine. I'll have a small amount.
[are the chances of drugging too high to be comfortable? Yes, completely. But maybe he can avoid Actually swallowing any to minimise possible dangers.]
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[ Thus with all the innocence of a guilty man who has no idea what threat Luke may be referencing, he smiles. ]
Must I what?
[ The glass is immediately offered at the agreement though, and yes, it most certainly is drugged because why would Kleken ever play fair? A potent aphrodisiac that's stronger when inhaled over when consumed- a rather expensive investment but his curiosity thought it well worth the price. Especially when he's equally curious about how a certain mercenary would react to it. ]
Do let me know if you'd like more.
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I won't need any more.
[this said with emphasis, he taps his clawed fingers against the glass, considering his next move. The scent of the drink is almost cloyingly sweet to his nose, coating his senses almost immediately. That's... not good, he's sure. Shaking off the feeling, he sighs, unaware of the fact that he's affecting himself worse for it just yet.]
What did you expect to talk about, when you arranged this inconvenience?
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[ To say such a thing while shamelessly inviting the man to share a drink with him is... Well. It's certainly Kleken-coded to do. ]
[ His eyes follow Luke's expression, what of it he can see through that mask of his, and his tentacles remain firmly in place until Luke takes a drink. Mainly so the man wouldn't suspect that the delivery of the drug was via a different method. ]
We could start with what sort of hobbies you do have.
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Kleken + Luke: An Inevitable Message
But it really is inevitable. Whether something got scrambled in the mercenary's brain or their strange compatibility or just the incessant nag of curiosity, he knows months before he gives in that he will. So, Kleken will get a private request—from an anonymous sender, but that's got nothing to do with Kleken. He'll know who it is without a doubt.]
I request an appointment, somewhere private and quiet. Preferably secluded. Make arrangements for ample time—no less than a week. You're welcome to continue working when we aren't actively meeting.
Do not bring any surprises. You don't need them, and I will leave.
jfc sorry for the novel of a tag-
[ All thoughts he mused over late night drinks on his own, but continued to refrain from acting upon. He was patient. He could wait. ]
[ And then the note came. He'd read it over- debated getting it framed and placed in the studio he rented away from the Istvan Gang's headquarters that he took care to match the requirements named in his communication. But Luke would likely have not appreciated the humor in it and so he'd very reluctantly burned the note once he'd committed its content to memory. ]
[ He'd made all his plans meticulously, ensured that the studio had been stocked, soundproofed as well as possible, and furnished in plain yet comfortable and tasteful per his instructions to match Luke's requests, while also ensuring that not a single purchase could be linked back to him. He'd informed the Shadowlord only that he'd be taking up temporary accommodations for a month, and took to traveling a route that was laced in illusions that had him entering a different building far away from the real one each evening beforehand. ]
[ It was only after he'd made sure everything was in place that he had a delivery arranged to send to the mercenary through his group, by courtesy of the Shadowlord in gratitude for the organization's latest assistance. A wine bottle addressed specifically to Luke is nestled amongst the rest of the treats, with a pristine purple bow and a sealed note. ]
Your appointment has been scheduled.
[ Underneath is written an address- not to the apartment, but to one of the Istvan Gang's secured drop-off locations used for discreet document passing with Luke's mercenary gang, a location that they both know only Luke has access to on his end. There is the note, with the location of the studio, a date, and a time in the evening. ]
[ There and then is when Kleken can be found waiting in the studio, two glasses of wine poured while he studies the decor with a pleased look. Perhaps he'll keep this place for longer than a month. ]
[ It still would have looked better with the framed note though. ]
Pls never apologise I love them—
Once he's ensured that his presence won't be needed for some time, down to planning out the smallest of gigs in his absence, then he can alight to the drop-off. There he can question his own sanity for arranging this all over again, working through the possibilities should he go through with this in the first place.
In the end, the answer is easier than expected. It's a given in the way his anticipation flickers to life as the studio comes into view, in the strange comfort of simple, flattering clothing. Without his mask, most wouldn't know who they were looking at anyway—so he uses that fact to be all the more discreet.
The studio door opens and closes behind him, and Luke's gaze turns to Kleken in his satisfaction at the decor. Abruptly, the mercenary finds he's not sure what to say. Maybe that's to do with the expression, or maybe it's something else. Whatever the case... well, he clears his throat softly to begin with.]
Thank you for making such a timely arrangement.
[He would absolutely be upset if there was a framed note, yes.]
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[ A tentacle slides out from his coat to pick up the wine glass, bringing it over to Luke in offering. A perhaps familiar scene, though Kleken adds a note after a moment, turning in his seat to give Luke a more direct look and smile. ]
No drugs this time. Just wine, though if you'd rather refrain, I would understand.
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I've no reason to hesitate, this time. I may put little trust in your words, but you're not so foolish as to risk what you really want.
[It had been one thing to rely on luck when Luke hadn't already agreed to be here, but to do so when he had no uncertain terms that it would be an end point... well, no matter what kind of conman he is, Kleken isn't stupid enough to underestimate hits seriousness. Comparatively, a drink ought to help him relax enough to feel less lost for where to start.]
... [right, less lost. Another slow sip.] I... would prefer if you held back with them until I'm a little more relaxed, this time.
[He'd managed to get used to the tentacles the last time, true, but especially without drugs coursing through his veins and twisting his senses, that... might be a little too much all at once. Besides, there's a sneaking suspicion Kleken might enjoy getting to be a bit more handsy to begin with.]
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[ That Luke is the one who asked for this meeting is his strongest leash against Kleken, the conman having discarded his usual bag of tricks for now. They're at hand, of course and should he need them, but the larger appeal now is having Luke ask for more and more of what he wants. To help the man gently sink into the debauchery Kleken has to offer him. ]
[ At the first request, Kleken simply smiles in response, making a small motion with his hands toward the offending appendages. Or offended, given the way they rear up at Luke before slithering off into Kleken's shadows. ]
Entirely? Or only a few to start? I'd like to make sure, so you aren't uncomfortable.
[ As if he hadn't been entirely okay with Luke's discomfort during all their previous encounters. ]
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[He pays the offended appendages no particular mind, honestly—even assuming they're at least somewhat separate from Kleken in the first place, they'll get to have what they want eventually.]
And if they aren't inside, I don't think it will be a problem. I just want to be relaxed enough that it isn't so... difficult when they do go there the first time.
[It says a lot that he doesn't call Kleken on that comfort with his discomfort, really. It's implied there in the admission has it was difficult, just subdued the way any man who doesn't like being too vulnerable might. The fact is there fairly clearly, though: he's not that much of a masochist.]
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[ Whether he will actually show restraint or not is an uncertainty to Luke, even with the earlier reassurance, but Kleken does have full intention of giving the other man just what he wants and how he wants it. If he should find himself begging for more from Kleken's work, well then that would be all the better. ]
[ Luke's further clarification though, that gets him smiling a bit wider as he translates. ]
You would prefer ample amounts of foreplay.
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[If Kleken wants to classify it that way, he can't claim to have an issue with it really. He just knows how difficult it was to relax the first time and would rather not repeat it, thank you!!
The alcohol itself is a pleasant distraction from his nerves too, warming pale skin and easing the seemingly endless tension in the mercenary. Its taste is good, for that matter, rich and heady.]
I'm anything but skilled at starting such matters, so I will leave that timing in your hands.
[not much of a romantic, he doesn't often feel the pull to explore his partners' bodies to begin with; it makes this experience all the more unique, since that itch is already there at his fingertips. Then again, this also isn't just... a convenience for his mercenary work.
There's a first time for everything, it seems. Even so, he's still his normal, painfully concise and efficient self.]
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[ Pushing aside those thoughts, Kleken smiles over his wine glass, red eyes fixed on Luke as he considers the other man for a moment longer before responding. Already, a light glimmer of mischief lives in his gaze. ]
Would you like to continue with drinks then, or perhaps start kissing first?
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True as it could ever be, Kleken operates in a way he can't predict and expect—not because it's a particularly odd way to tease, but because he isn't expecting it. Unusual that he wouldn't, given Luke's usual attention to detail... but then, he did just tell the man he was leaving matters in his hands. Why expect a question after that?
All that really shows in him is the slightest furrow of brows, the way he sips his drink to give a moment's respite to figure out his answer.]
... I believe I was clear when I said I would leave that decision to you. [does he suspect one or the other? Perhaps. Maybe he even hopes for one—it's hard to say.] I will adapt just fine, I'm sure.
[given how affectionate he became last time once the reality faded under the pleasure of everything, that's surely true.]
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Do remember you suggested that then.
[ That's all the warning Luke will get as Kleken gets up and advances on Luke, placing a hand against his chest and guiding him back onto the couch. In the same motion, he leans in and up, catching the other's mouth in a lazy and explorative kiss to start. ]
[ He starts easy and slow, as requested and probably as Luke doesn't expect him to. ]
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