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Who| Roland Deschain and the Signless
What| slightly tipsy advice and funtimes
Where| between Capitol nightlife and the Tribute Center
When| around the end of the arena
Warnings/Notes| a teensy bit of alcohol use (obviously), possible brief memories of disembowelment, brief mention of someone having set a Capitolite on fire a little bit - nothing out of the ordinary for the Games is anticipated

The air is cold out here, and quiet for an odd moment before he catches the sound of young voices raised in laughter some distance down the street. Still quiet compared to the cloying press of people in that room they've just escaped, the people and the cloying press of their desires. "I'd forgotten how it was," he says, reaching up to tug at the ruff of fur sitting around his neck. The pink stuff in that glass he's still holding sloshes around as he does it but, of course, does not spill. Hand-eye coordination, a handy skill for any occasion.

"Diplomacy, I mean. Making nice. Has it always been that way?" He turns to look down at Signless, pressing his other hand between Signless' shoulder blades and leaving it there. "Good thing you brought me as your bit on the side, and not Psiionic. Last time a Capitolite put their hands on that many parts of me, he set them on fire." He blinks down at that familiar face for a moment. Was Signless one of the people he was supposed to avoid mentioning that to? Surely not. No, it's fine.

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Roland does not wait for the answer so much as watches for it; watches for something, anyway, watches Signless as the pleasure runs through him. He's seen the same look on Signless' face many times, many times seen him move in exactly this way, and every time Roland watches the Signless as he watches him now, unblinking and intent. "Aye. That's why the rumor, I think. Karkat's told me a little about these people's love stories, the ones that don't involve us."

The hand on Signless' side brushes down, slow and idle, toward his waistband. His head ducks down - the angle's nearly awkward, doing it while keeping the front of him from brushing anything, but it's doable - and settles near Signless' hair, smelling the creams and lotions with which the people of the Capitol demand their people's hair be perfumed. He'd rather settle himself near Signless' neck instead, that comfortable space between his head and shoulder, but there are a few things in Roland's life which can not be overcome by sheer will and that foot of height difference between his small concrete brick of a lover and himself is one of them.

"Forbidden love is part of it, of course. I've never met a people with whom that isn't popular," he goes on, slipping his hand below Signless' pants and settling it atop his hip, letting it sit there, comfortable, while his thumb rubs along Signless' skin. "More, though, they want to see you sunk into life in this city, more than you already are. They want him to show you how to love it as they love it, to need it as they do. That, or they'd like to take you in hand and lead you there themselves. I imagine you've seen a little to that effect, men wanting to take you under their wing. Women too, I suppose."

There isn't a second between the end of that sentence and the moment when Roland's teeth close gently on the edge of one of those long ears. Sorry, Signless. He'd go for your neck, if he felt like bending that far down. This is what you get.

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At least Signless has avoided smelling like anything too ridiculous. He's settled into something that smells of spices and herbs, something where he might be able to almost give the illusion he just spent a very long day in the kitchen instead of pushing a particular button in the shower. It's better than the Capitolites who smell of things like bubblegum or cotton candy.

"You've been reading the magazines agaaaaaah..." His other ear, the one not being held still by Roland's teeth, twitches and then flattens back. In another situation it might be a sign of anger or of warning, but here it's a sign of pleasure and one Roland no-doubt knows to look for. Signless's ears have a language all their own.

"I'm sure that's... I'm sure that's part of it. They want to see the deluded offworlder learn to behave like a proper Capitolite. As if I haven't been doing my level best to do that already."

Going out, getting drunk, having tipsy sex? That seems pretty Capitolite to him. The serious conversation he's handling at the same time, less so, but that's a part of their relationship he's loath to give up. That he can talk with Roland about most anything at most any time is part of what he likes about him in the first place.

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Roland makes a satisfied noise far back in his throat, watching the Signless' other ear. He does know that body language, and knows it quite well. Roland lets his teeth stay there a moment, firm but careful, then lets go and leans back only far enough to look at him.

"Mayhap I have been," he says, his voice low and steady, as intent as the eyes which do not leave Signless' face. "I've been reading other things, too. Would you like to act even more a proper Capitolite? They have quite a few suggestions as to what a man who looks like you ought to do in your bed. Mr. Bachman especially."

You were thinking about serious conversations, Signless? Well, have some more. Roland is quite serious. Look at this face. Roland's asking seriously. He's helping.

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Oh, yes, this is deadly serious subject matter. You can tell how seriously Signless is taking it by the way he snorts and lifts a hand to half-cover his mouth while he laughs.

"Oh? I'm sorry to say I can't spontaneously generate any blushing petals for you, but if there's something else you want to try I'd be open to hearing it."

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One corner of Roland's mouth twitches up while he watches Signless, pleased at the rare occasion when he manages to make a joke that someone else recognizes as such - rarer, when he makes one which that someone else actually likes.

"You," he says, the hint of a smile disappearing into a look with a lot more intent in it. Whatever it was that might have been lost in the near-argument the two of them had a few minutes ago is back now. "What I want is you."

He leans toward Signless, wanting to walk him back against the nearest wall. "Petals or no, you'll tell me how you'd place the two of us once we get there."

That's as much of a suggestion as any of Roland's statements are. It could be taken as one, but what it mostly is is a prediction, Roland doing his part to make sure the two of them know how things are going to be.

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Close as they are to it already it doesn't take long for Signless's back to hit that wall. He's always rather liked it when Roland gets like this; it isn't serious, per se, but it is a certain sort of shift in the mood of the room. Intent really is the right word. Focused.

It's hard to be perfectly focused right now with the way his brain's still pleasantly fuzzy, but all the same he knows what Roland wants. He wants a direction, a suggestion, because Roland Deschain is the particular sort of man for whom sex is like a dance and he's only confident when he has steps to follow. He had them memorized for human women but he's had to learn a whole new set for his alien lover, and that often means he defers to Signless to tell him what he ought to be doing. Which is fine. Signless is good at using his words and asking for what he wants.

"I wonder, with me against the wall like this, if you could hold me up..."

Off the ground, he means.

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"I know I could." Roland's hands move down to one of those areas the aforementioned Capitolites seem so taken with, feeling in a thorough and businesslike way over the 'round meaty globes' - that was it, wasn't it? Yes, he believes it is, one of those popular phrases amongst their fans, round and full of meat - of Signless' ass, working out the best place to grip and balance Signless' weight. Then he lifts, pressing at the insides of Signless' thighs to try to push them up and apart. "I still can. You're heavier than you were, aye, but not so much as that."

The position sends Roland's leaning forward and he doesn't resist it, taking advantage of the fact that, for once, they're of a height and he can touch his forehead to Signless' without too much trouble. Roland feels himself relax that much more with it, that closeness, feeling the weight of him, knowing Signless will smell the sweetness of the Capitol's alcohol on his breath when he talks. Those details are small, they are real and they are here, and he soaks them in. Takes a moment to do that, and then slides his hands around a little, assessing their situation. "Would you keep your pants on? So many of your colleagues are, after all, in such need of some kind of clue to your particular mystery."

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"It's not as though it'll help them much now when it's just us two," he says, like this room isn't wired with its share of cameras. He knows full-well most everywhere in the tower is; he knows the Psiioniic spent weeks flashing them just to be contrary. Still, he likes to cling on to the feeling of this as something private, something intimate, one of the few things in his life now that isn't for an audience.

"But I'd want them off either way."

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Roland nods and gets to it, and it does require some maneuvering, especially since as Roland does it he tries to leave a trail of bites up Signless' shoulder toward his neck. He's never used his teeth so much during a fuck as he has in this past year or so, but it's something Signless likes, and so Roland has gotten used to it. He lets Signless' skin slip through his teeth and stares evenly at Signless' face as he draws back, checking his expression, then begins the involved maneuverings of leaning to one side and slipping one leg of Signless' pants off without letting go of that hold on his ass. With luck, it won't be difficult enough to make the mood slip away again.

if this thread wasn't nsfw before it is now, hello anyone who's reading this, why are you here

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Roland is rewarded with flushed cheeks -- even more flushed than the alcohol already made them -- eyes perhaps brighter than usual. For someone who's not used to using his teeth, Roland is remarkably good with them now that he's learned it's something Signless enjoys. He's a fast learner, or perhaps just an attentive lover, or perhaps a little of both. Either way, it's appreciated.

"You're getting so good at that."

As for the mood, he's not worried. They've maintained a mood through more dire straits than this. Signless is pretty sure they can manage it here. All it takes is coordination; while Roland can't spare one of his hands because he needs it to hold Signless up, Signless can certainly spare one of his to help pull those pants off, and between the two of them they manage it well enough.

The tip of his bulge is already poking out, just enough to communicate that, yep, the mood is doing just fine thank you.

"Mmh. Still not a flower. I'm sure everyone will be very disappointed."

they're here for the dingle obvs

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He folds his arms back under Signless' ass, leaning forward again to let the wall take half the weight. He doesn't really start to biting again, though, good as it was to hear he did well by Signless with it. He'll deliver it out in pieces instead, letting his head hang and nipping just once at a spot nearly at the base of Signless' neck.

"Wouldn't be so disappointed if they'd ever tried to fuck one," he mutters absently, lifting his head again and feeling his face brush against one of Signless' ears before he leans in and aims and lands a kiss on Signless' lips, settling light and trying to deepen it almost immediately.

ah yes, the irresistable dingle dangle

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That gets half a laugh out of him before it's muffled by the kiss. He always forgets that Roland can joke because he does it so infrequently, but when he does it's always a delight to hear. He loves being one of the people that gets to hear more of Roland's jokes than most, just as much as he loves getting almost exclusive access to Roland's kisses. He's careful of his teeth; the Capitol hasn't sharpened them in a very long time but it's a habit that's hard to break. Humans, even humans as tough as Roland, are simply more puncturable than trolls. He doesn't want this to end abruptly with a split lip and stitches.

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Was it a joke? The world may never know, because Roland certainly isn't telling. He isn't thinking of it, either, he's thinking of that careful quality to Signless' kiss instead. Roland doesn't mind it, but he could tell Signless that a split lip wouldn't end things, at least not so far as he is concerned. Not as far as trolls are concerned, either, from what Roland can gather, at least not normally. Any species with such sharp teeth and claws who use them in such a way is going to be very used to drawing blood, thick skin or not. He's been paying attention, as best he can when there's only one troll he wants to watch, and one who takes such care to treat Roland gently. But the teeth, the claws, they seem what Signless is used to and so Roland uses them as best he can.

He uses claws now, or what blunted weak human things pass for them, and does so in spite of the fact that he really ought to keep both arms under Signless as often as he can. Ought to, but doesn't want to. He wants to touch. He wants to touch, and Signless, he thinks, likely wouldn't mind something scraping against his skin so once the kiss ends Roland manages something of a compromise between the two, holding one hand by the knee pressed against his side and drawing his fingers up, feeling the skin of Signless' leg under his own skin, digging his nails in deeper, slowly, the further his hand moves up Signless' thigh. He takes a deep, slow breath to feel his chest move against Signless' own and of course he is watching, watching those red eyes closely so he'll know whether to dig his nails in deeper or lift them away.

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The answer's deeper. It's pretty much always deeper at least in this point in the process; sometimes after, when he's tired and hypersensitive, it'll edge away from being nice and into being unwelcome. They haven't nearly got that far yet. Right now he's sensitive in the good way, and he just wraps his legs a little tighter around Roland's skinny waist and tries to keep his hips from rolling up and jostling either of them too badly.

"Love it when you do that," he says, a gusty note in his voice that might be a sigh or just might be him forgetting to breathe properly. Who knows. "See if you can leave a mark."

Not a permanent one -- he doesn't think Roland could cut him, not unless he tried real hard, but there's something to be said all the same for admiring even the impermanent marks a lover can leave.

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Roland has some experience with marks that last. Not forever, not permanent ones, but lasting enough that they can be felt later, serve as reminders. It's not any place he'd decide to go with a lover on his own, but the concept is familiar enough that he tries for it. Signless will be satisfied, he knows, even if his marks last only a couple minutes.

Perhaps it would come more smoothly to Roland if Signless did not look quite so human. But he does, and it always takes some reaching past the parts of Roland's mind which insist, no matter what he knows about the Signless and his people, that Roland is about to hurt the man in front of him, and down toward the parts of him which care about that a little less. Those parts of him are there. It's only that, before this past year or so, he'd very seldom used them in bed.

His fingernails move over Signless' groin, still gentle but less and less so as he moves around the space where Signless' 'weeping petals' definitely aren't. He has no intention of digging in against the sensitive skin there but means the gesture as a tease, hinting that he might, he might-

And then, once his hand travels safely around to the Signless' other thigh he stands a little straighter, breathes deep, watches Signless' face as he presses in plenty hard enough to dig deep inside a human thigh. Whatever kind of mark he's leaving isn't what he's concerned with, and so he does not bother looking down at it. What he's concerned with is Signless, his face, his warmth and the feel of him when he moves.