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DC is usually patrolling or at Pure Vanilla's house. But poking his notebook will always eventually get his attention!

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[ ever since he gained his own Blessings, Cacao has used his tail in many ways. Up to and including for pleasure. But having one coiled around HIM is new, and he finds it quite... pleasant? Not just in the fondling but in the wrapping pressure. He has no idea if this was always a thing for him, or if it came in the snake-like dragon package. His stomach and abs flex in turn with the tail.

Cacao, even in this horrific weather, dresses close to Ridge tradition. SO his clothing is easy to get into once where it folds together is found]

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[ And once he does, he sneaks his tail in. Just the tip, tickling lightly against hard muscle and rugged skin.

Then with a soft chuckle flicks it teasingly across him in a quick slap, before carefully unwinding, eyes amused. ]

I am almost finished with my tea~

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[Ah, a tease for a tease. His eyes glance over, narrowed in annoyance. More in balance he might be, but old tempers aren't completely lost]

So you are.

[he drinks his last bit in one long pull, putting the cup down on the table]

How are you feeling?

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[ There it is.

Oh he loves Cacao's new resolution, of course. But that temper.... His alternate memories tells him what it would be like.

The question makes him hm as he finishes his own as well, the licorice thick on his tongue as he sets it aside. Then shifts himself away from Cacao to throw his knee over his lap, sit himself down properly in a straddle. ]

Why don't you see for yourself?

[ He leans forward to pretty their mouths together, coax Cacao's open so he can lick his tongue against his and share the last taste of licorice. ]

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[And he chases it, seeming intent on testing Affogato's ability to breath very... thoroughly. With a barely restrained hunger, slotting their mouths together eagerly and not in a rush to break it]

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[ Thanks to the tea he's breathing just fine so far, his noise as hungry as Cacao's restraint, as it gets devoured by the other. He pulls back only a bit, biting against Cacao's bottom lip hard. ]

There was somewhere else we could go? Because I will no longer be holding back. If we do not head someplace else, I fear everyone may be in for quite a show...

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[Cacao is a bit breathless himself, honestly. A slow boiling desire in him being indulged after months of almosts. He blinks a few times, clearing his mind so he can actually understand Affogato's words]

Ah, yes. Follow me.

[He has a grim feeling Affogato would either be enraged or twistedly pleased if they used his marriage bed. But no- while this isn't cheating, it would feel... tactless to do that, even if Vanilla and Lily were gone all day. And with all their schedules that is unlikely.

Instead, he heads to the stairs downstairs]

I have my own space.

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[ Oh he would love to defile that bed. To leave his mark upon it, his sweat and fluids. And it takes a bit for him to get up off Cacao so they can move, but he will follow dutifully, tail sliding lightly against hte ground in a hiss.

And he knows where they're going, his voice soft. ]

I remember...

[ Sitting there watching Cacao paint with his new set, feeling the rising need to kiss him. Fleeing.

Then poisoning his husband and biting his future possible wife. Oops.

He sighs and slips his hand into Cacao's, folding their fingers together, being greedy. He wants... everything. Every little ounce of whatever Cacao can give him. He wants to see if they can work together, he wants to see where it goes. ]

Do you need new inks yet~? I am sure I can get you a few more.

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I've added more furniture since then. Not a bed, I apologize. But some bit of comfort.

As for my inks... they are getting low, but are not out yet. I use it often.

[Down they go and he does in fact have a plush armchair and a big couch- wide enough for him to nap when he stays up too late reading or writing and doesn't want to wake his husband or Lily.]

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I do not need a bed.

[ He needs Cacao. It's like a burning under his skin like a fever. Which may be an actual fever. He glances around with a thoughtful look.

He's going to have to decorate if this becomes their space. Place his little touches around, so Cacao never forgets him. Comes here to escape and is wrapped in him, no matter what. His scent, his style.

He hums lightly and steps in against Cacao's back, sliding an arm around his waist and resting his head against his shoulder, his tail curling up into a coil behind him. ]

How much will you give me....

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I would ask "how much do you want?", but we both know the answer to that.

[one of the benifits of Affogato being close to his height. Vanilla matches him in strength and can carry him around if he wants, but the healer even as a minotaur is quite slight. A head on the shoulder needs sitting down. His own tail looses loops around him]

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Do you wish to hear the answer anyways?

[ He moves his mouth to Cacao's ear, drops his voice to a soft purr. ]

Everything.

[ He enjoys the tail around him with a soft sigh, his own uncoiling to find Cacao's and wind around it in turn. ]

I want to feel you in every inch of me, I want your taste to linger still come the next day. I want you to bring me to breaking.

[ He nips hard at the lobe he was murmuring against. ]

Then break me.

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[His words make him shiver, tail clenching.]

Are you sure? I have not intention of being a cookie that breaks all around me anymore. Surely I have crumbled you enough?

[The overwhelming anger in him has largely cooled, solidified into something stronger but perhaps a bit less exciting]

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[ That's cute and amuses him, and he keeps his long tail coiled around Cacao's as he steps around in front of him, hand trailing on his shoulder. ]

I know. Anger is not... you, anymore.

[ Which clashes with his memory. No, not his. He slides his hands up to cup Cacao's face, long nails stroking against his jaw. ]

But you don't need anger to break someone. There are sweeter ways to break a person.

[ He shifts his arms up, settling them on Cacao's shoulders instead now, fingers going back into his hair as he steps forward, sliding his thigh up against Cacao's as he presses them together. He didn't take any strength from the dragons, so he can't push Cacao like he'd like to, but he can press his body in obvious intent to move the other over to the couch to get him to sit. ]

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[And Affogato doesn't need strength to push him. Like a puppet on a strong Cacao moves with his will, backing up and sitting on the plush couch, staring up at Affogato with his normal intensity]

There are... many ways to get what one wants.

[Affogato is a master in alternate methods, this he knows]

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[ He wonders if Cacao knows how much he likes hearing those words. They make Affogato smile and move to kneel on either side of Cacao's thighs, sit himself down on his lap. ]

There are.

[ He doesn't have to seduce him. He doesn't have to use the tricks of his old trade. And- and if he's truthful, he wants to erase that memory of Cacao's roughness from his memories. That Affogato got what he wanted but at a price.

Many ways... ]

Would it shock and surprise you if I said the manner in which I want you to break me is gentle? Tender?

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A little, perhaps. But we are not the same men we were before. Why would we want the same things? Do the same things?

[His hands rest on his hips, blunt claws rubbing slightly]

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Precisely~ And I admit [ He might as well, if he wants this to work between them, he should be truthful ] rough was always just a tactic. Seduction a tool.

[ He scoots himself a little forward so he can rest his forehead on Cacao's. ]

Not that I don't love it, in my own way, but I would rather you fill me slowly until I can think of nothing else.

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[And his hands raise from hips to lightly cup his face]

I think... we both are overdue for some kindness. Some softness.

[His awakening, his time here, his life with Vanilla and Lily... he will never be fully healed. But there are things he can appreciate for what they are now. Affogato, he realizes, is one of them.]

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[ The cupping makes him hum and lean into the touch a bit. ]

Then show me, my King. Cacao. Show me how soft you can be.

[ He brushes his mouth against Cacao's. A soft kiss compared to the previous one. There's still hunger there but it's tempered. The best Affogato can. ]

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[ he knows he's tormenting that hunger sonewhat. He still has that bon-crushing passion in him, but Affogato wanted to see if Cacao could love him fully. And both sides need to be enough.

He kisses back, then turns to deposit his dear advisor on the couch, letting him bounce slightly]

Do not doubt, I can have you begging for mercy like this just as easily.

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Ha!

[ The not so gentle deposit onto the couch makes him smirk, his tail helping him shift himself up towards the arm of it, so he can sprawl languidly, his eyes narrowed in amusement. ]

Can you? I do not beg easily, if at all. Demand, yes. Beg? Mm...

[ He turns his hand thoughtfully, staring at his nails, one leg moving in invitation to the floor, the other resting against the back of the couch. He will play. ]

Prove it. Make me beg for it.

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[And he takes that invitation gladly, crawling between his legs, tail sliding against the spread leg]

Testing my resolution? Daring.

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[ For a brief moment something tenses in Affogatos shoulders, before oozing away. He knows Cacao, and he trusts him. He reaches out to grip his hair, carding his fingers through those silken strands, grinning like a prowler with it's eyes on the prize. ]

Is it truly a test? Surely your Resolution is at its strongest.

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[This close, even he notices the tension. He pauses, brow quirking a bit in question, even as their banter continues]

It is always strong and at ready.