[ Dominic had been out picking up some groceries, he comes through the front door and starts to move towards the kitchen - only something's off here. It has the wolf pausing and looking around the living room. Really, it doesn't take him long to spot the difference, his head tilting curiously at the arm of the couch that's been shredded.
He moves to the kitchen to drop off the bags, figuring this is more important than putting the food away immediately. Dom leans against the doorway, lifting a hand to knock on the closed door. ]
Let's talk about the couch.
[ Phrasing it as a question usually gets him nothing, so Dominic gauges which ones are going to be more sensitive and should be done on Cal's own time. There's nothing to signify anger in his tone or even his scent. ]
Callum is leaning against the opposite side of the door, looking and feeling about as miserable as it gets, these days, for him. It's easier to just shut everyone else out, but certain few seem determined to prevent it...
Yeah, sure, he knows that the stupid couch isn't his to destroy - that's the whole problem! He didn't ask to destroy, but he's the one who's got to feel bad that it happened. He's the one who'll have to apologize for it.
... Unless he gets out and away before Dom can stop him?]
[ The slow turtle walk gives Dominic plenty of time to do something - to reach out and scruff, or even head outside and be waiting for Callum when he makes it out the window. ]
I'm not mad, and I'm not disappointed. I just want to help you figure out why this is happening and what we can do to help.
[ He's just standing there, waiting for Callum to change his mind on playing escape artist. ]
[He resists the urge to mutter something under his breath, knowing that Dominic can probably already smell where he is. Not to mention, the window isn't exactly quiet.
Yet, Dominic is still standing at the door.
And he supposedly just wants to help.
... Yeah, right. For a moment, Callum remains crouched, perched in the window, his gaze resting on the ground. A sound finally escapes, and it's just a low, frustrated growl... before he slides back into the room and over to the nearest corner. He curls up, into a sitting position, pressing his face against his knees.]
[ He waits, not influencing the choice at all, giving Callum that freedom. Then the answer comes and Dominic opens the door, moves to sit in the desk chair near Callum - but not boxing him in. ]
So, do you want to tell me why you scratched up the couch, or should I take a guess?
[ Even as he asks that, his voice is still steady and non-judgmental. ]
[He could lie, probably. Could say something mean, tell Dom this is just what he signed up for, or call him all kinds of names. But the guy's been feeding him, housing him...
So, guess this is the least Callum could do, for now.]
[ Dominic is glad that Callum is being honest with him, it feels like a little step towards being trusted. It's also nice to be able to actually talk about it without raised voices and name-calling. ]
I think it's just instinct. There's a lot of reasons why a cat scratches something up. Sharpening claws, boredom, exercising, stretching, and more. I haven't seen you shift since you got here, and some of that energy is just pent up inside you.
[ "Getting attention"... He won't say which ones he hopes it is. That he'd like it if Callum was starting to feel like this was his territory and had to claim it or that he wanted Dom's attention. ]
So how about this: we'll get you some things that you can scratch on. Both here and in the pack house.
[ Nothing is said about getting Cal to shift, to push him on doing that. Just giving him other outlets. ]
[He reluctantly lifts his head enough to look at Dominic. With a touch of wariness, he nods.]
... Okay.
[Callum makes a point of keeping all of that side buried; the ears and tail just give too many of his emotions away. And he still hates the color... Hates the attention it always draws. He wishes there was a way to just... become human.]
What if that doesn't help? What if there's just something wrong with me?
You've been hurt, but there's nothing wrong with you. It's everyone else that couldn't accept you that has something wrong with them. If this doesn't help, then we look for a different solution. One that does work for you, because if there's not one out there that already exists, then I'll make one for you.
[ Dominic lifts a hand, it's slow to move towards Callum so the tiger can avoid it if he wants. But he's making his movements known, that hand is coming in for a headpat. ]
Pain is pain, I don't see why we have to compare whose is worse. What I know is that you're here, in front of me, and I will do everything I can to help, if you'll let me.
[ Dominic can't save the world, he can't even save all of the shifters that exist. But this place, this little town - anyone who comes here is who he can try to reach out to. ]
Wanting to be who you feel you are isn't selfish. You're allowed to want to feel safe, especially in your own home. That's why I took over this pack.
[Despite how he's still looking away, despite the brief tremble, he subtly leans into the touch.
A soft anxiety spike thankfully doesn't grow into something more, and it's clear he's maybe a little starved for more positive forms of touch. The hint of tears are belatedly hidden by pressing his face against his knees, once again. Quietly, he mutters the next words.]
[ Seeing that small reaction, he keeps his hand there, gently rubbing Cal's head. Dominic is making a note to himself to touch Cal more in positive forms. Head, shoulder, back pats - and then work their way up to hugs.
He hears that deflated tone, and can smell the hint of salty tears in the air. ]
Okay.
[ Accepting those sulky deflated words as an answer. ]
Now, there's a cartoon of ice cream melting in the kitchen. Want to come help me eat it and find something to watch on television?
[ Ice cream - a reward and a comfort food for most people. Dominic will use it to help associate talking about problems with good things. ]
[After taking a moment to fully process the question, to accept that this is genuine - not some trap, like it was with other people...
He gives a hesitant nod, almost like he's reluctant to move his head; he maybe, just maybe can admit to himself that he wants the hand to stay there a little longer. Something he'd wanted so much more of, as a cub.
It almost feels like too much, even pushing himself in this way, but something keeps nagging at him. He doesn't want to do something - he... needs to, in a way.]
Can... [Asking for literally anything has been something he tries to avoid. But this is different.] ... I learn how to... cook?
[After leaning into the kiss, he anticipated it feeling nice. Exciting. Far better than anything he's felt when having alone time...
But this outright steals his breath.
He makes an embarrassingly open noise into the kiss, something between a whine and a growl, and his hand moves without thought. His nails grip the fabric of Thistle's shirt, a little more behind said grip than any human nails would have. Puncturing just slightly as he pulls the redhead closer. Demanding more than he fully realizes in the heat of the moment, as his other hand already tangles into the other being's hair.
His lack of experience is outdone by the determination to match Thistle's pace and skills. Even as his body trembles from the overwhelming need for more, he contains it by letting those hands "get away with" those early signs of aggression. So if something suddenly sharp brushes Thistle's skin through the fabric... that's as far as he intends to take it.]
[ Such aggression and need is pouring off of Cal, as if this kitten has been waiting. Waiting for someone to desire him this much, waiting for someone to want to touch him, waiting for Thistle to be that someone.
There are times when two people find they are far more compatible than others, in the shifter community - they would be called "mates". Two individuals who complete each other. For fae, it's granting someone the knowledge of their true name. Thistle can't deny that their physical attraction is strong, that much is already clear. He also enjoys getting to see even a small inkling of Cal's wild side, only intending to encourage it.
So Thistle lets himself be pulled in, gives in to the silent but firm demands of his young lover. Makes a soft pleased sound at the claws digging against his skin. His hands drift down Cal's neck, his shoulders, his collarbones, letting the curve of Cal's body dictate where his fingers slide over.
He breaks the kiss just enough to speak. ] Have you ever laid with another person before, kitten?
[ It should be clear from the husky way he asks it means Thistle has no intention of stopping unless told to - only wishing for confirmation on whether Cal will be a virgin beneath his touch. ]
[He's learned a lot from his dad and uncle... The concept of mates is one he couldn't deny has always felt appealing, even if he still found himself doubting it'd happen for him.
Someone he wanted around for countless years... It just seemed nice, yet he'd been finding so few attractive in both the physical sense and the more important sense. Until... this being. Something yanked them together, and...
He really isn't in the right mindset to do much with this realization.
Maybe without the haze of desire, he'd feel a little more of that shyness from earlier. But that question just gets a shake of his head. Maybe he'd come close... once. But his fixation on his future had won out; relationships of that nature just weren't meant to happen, just yet.]
Guessing... that doesn't go both ways.
[Insecurity does still lurk here, but arousal clouds that a lot. Besides, he doesn't imagine Thistle minds virginity. Maybe it brings some excitement to his... likely very-long-lived life.]
[ Thistle doesn't give out his true name, not in full to any lover. While he may trust them and love them, he knows most of their lives are fleeting and always offers them a life outside Atlantis should they no longer love him or wish to pursue other people and things.
Having someone he does share it with is always a possibility, just as mates exist for shifters. Yet twelve thousand years is a long time to go without feeling the pleasures of sex. ]
I am very old and sex is something I still enjoy.
[ He steps into Cal, pushing them back to the trunk of the nearest tree. Gently nipping at his lover's bottom lip as his body presses against that lithe form as much as possible. ]
It merely means I have much to teach you about the pleasures your body can experience with another person. You won't wake up from this dream unsatisfied, kitten.
[ That is a promise. Thistle's hands slide down to grip Cal's thighs and lift him off the ground - encouraging his lover to wrap those legs around him. ]
[There's no masking the curiosity he's naturally inclined towards. A desire to know an exact number rather than guess at what "very old" is for Thistle... but he doesn't ask. Partially because he's already finding his attention pulled elsewhere.
His body really enjoys being pressed against the redhead. Golden eyes hide none of the growing hunger as he listens to the next words, and his legs are eagerly wrapped around Thistle's waist as he returns that nip from earlier.
Normally human-like teeth have turned just a bit sharper, scraping against Thistle's bottom lip, then jawline, then his neck.]
That's a big promise... What would you even do if you somehow couldn't keep that?
[Cal doesn't actually find himself doubting Thistle, really. But... he wants to know what kind of answer he'll give anyway.]
[ Perhaps there will be time for it. No one said how long this dream will last or whether they were necessary for ending it. Whether they have one round or multiple is up in the air, as well.
Those teeth dragging across skin earn Cal a roll of his hips, one for each. Seeking friction as his hands continue their exploration of his lover's body. Encouraging Cal to keep doing it, continue being rough and finding what brings pleasure to them both.
If his hands are also slowly, but surely, working Cal's shirt up his body - only they will know. ]
I would have to find you and make it up to you. After all, dreams can hardly compare to the real thing.
[ While he doesn't doubt how much satisfaction he can bring within the dream, it's also a hint that a single night would simply not be enough time to make it up to him. If they can meet in dreams, then that means there's the possibility to meet outside of it. ]
[There's a gasp each time their hips are pressed together, a very quiet, shy moan following. As Thistle's hands work his shirt up, another spike of shyness dimly hits. So many scars... including some that could probably make certain things about his body obvious. He reminds himself this being clearly isn't human... and so it likely won't even matter...
So he closes his eyes, focusing on those words that follow his question. And he can't help the breathless laugh of bemusement, initially, before he nips at Thistle's neck.]
You make it sound so easy...
[A playful hint that maybe he could be difficult to please, entirely. Which... in some areas, he knows he can be. Even if now, in the heat of the moment, he could easily let himself be swept away by any pleasure the redhead dares to try bringing.]
[ He continues to rub against his lover, to hear those soft sounds of pleasure. Fingers find the scars, yet they brush over them gently - showing appreciation to them. Cal has gone through many things, including finding himself. There's no reason to be shy over it.
Thistle will remove Cal's shirt entirely after the nip to his neck, reaching for one of Cal's to encourage doing the same in return. An amused hum as he lets his gaze dip over his half-naked lover, a lustful heat burning in his eyes. ]
What makes you think it's not? Perhaps I simply had no reason to traverse worlds before.
[ There is no complaint about his kitten being hard to please, or that he's not up for the task. More that he finds it a challenge and one he takes enjoyment in. His lips trail over the tattoo, while his fingers now play with rosy nipples now exposed to him. ]
[Such gentle touches have his body immediately shifting, and the continued press of Thistle's hips makes it increasingly difficult to control how loud he is.
Cal is far less shy about removing Thistle's shirt, and getting to see what's underneath. That is a very pleasant distraction from any swell of vulnerability that lurks in the back of his mind... And the look in his lover's eyes certainly helps all the more.
Thistle's response earns a sound of amusement from Cal. The thought of someone simply traveling from one world to another is definitely a wild one. Though, before he can respond to the initial part, the redhead discovers a way to make him outright squirm. As his hips eagerly press against the opposite pair, a soft whine escapes him. He had no idea his neck could be almost unbearably sensitive... but no part of him wants his lover to stop.]
Me...? That's... [Such a difficult question to answer, with so many distracting touches happening. Of course, being so distracted means it's that much easier for the truth to slip out.] Maybe... ... but why me?
[ Thistle is tuned in to every movement, every sound, every reaction of his lover - ensuring that Cal is enjoying himself.
A small smile graces his lips about how bold Cal is in removing his shirt, and he doesn't remark on how it's a distraction because Cal is just as handsome in his eyes. Instead he continues his administrations to the sensitive parts of his lover's body. Seeing it come alive beneath his touch.
There's a lot he can can do once he sets his mind to it, and there is little he won't do for the people who interest him this much. Who he wants to spend a lifetime with. Finding out that Cal likes his neck teased, he nips a little harder - the press of fangs clear but not breaking skin. ]
You intrigue me and a night with you will not be enough, kitten. [ Perhaps there is no length of time that will satisfy him. Not entirely. Were Cal a shifter from his world, then his lifespan would be a great deal longer than that of a mortal's, yet that still wouldn't be long enough. It never is.
His hands slide down Cal's body, one to rest on a hip while the other unbuttons those pants. ]
I would date you, Coinneach. Get to know you as well as I will know your body. [ Up his lips travel to nibble on an earlobe. He pushes down the back of Cal's pants so that his hands can explore the bare round ass. ] To find what brings you pleasure and excites you.
[The feeling of fangs earns a soft growl, from deep in his chest - a kind Cal's never heard himself make, but definitely something to express pleasure. That normally-buried feral nature is being coaxed out, little at a time, and he's not sure how to feel about it. Even if it's clear Thistle might really enjoy that side of him, he can't help the insecurities that cling tightly.]
Guess... that makes the two of us. [A quiet, breathy laugh is all that's given at first to the next part.] I've never really...
[A pause as he gasps, squirming softly at his ear being teased next. Then his hips jerk at being touched him where nobody else has gotten away with exploring. Such a vulnerable place, it sparks a little nervousness. But he takes a deep, slow breath. He doesn't get the feeling Thistle would ignore any request to stop or even just slow down... and that helps a lot.
Plus it's just some exploring, right now.]
... never really found time to date, before. Lots of training... to be a dance instructor...
[The world of dancers is a scary one, for him. So many people to earn the respect of...]
[ Hearing that primal growl from Cal earns a soft sound of delight, making it obvious he's only going to encourage his lover's wild side more. To make those sounds and be as rough as he wants. That there is no reason to hide from him. ]
A dance instructor... [ Hearing this only furthers solidifies Thistle's desire to know more about Cal. Dance is part of his fae lore, after all. He would enjoy watching Cal's body move, to nourish his talent and hard work. And of course, to dance with him.
The feel of their bodies pressed together intimately as they flow with the music. Thistle imagines many private sessions would end with them performing a different type of dance. ] I myself am a dancer.
There's much we could learn from each other. [ As for this moment right now, it's true that Thistle would slow down or stop if requested. He will also ask permission before revealing that most intimate place and respect the answer.
For now, Thistle will keep rolling his hips into Cal while his hands explore the new exposed region. Fingers glide over the crack, teasingly dipping in but not touching where he wants to bury himself in. He lifts his head to brush a kiss over lips before moving to the opposite ear to give it the same treatment. ]
[His expression softens a little at that reveal. Ah... beauty, dancing, a certain draw towards him...
It does have Cal's mind wandering a touch, thinking back to a lot of old tales and mysterious stories he's heard before. It's impossible, of course, to think much about all that... Well, aside from that part about dancing, anyway. He wonders which style, or styles, Thistle enjoys most. He wonders how he looks performing...]
You'll have to show me what you're capable of...
[Cal didn't even mean for that to sound like a double meaning, but he blames Thistle for that one. The exploration and teasing helps a lot with those nerves earlier, as does the continued rolling of their hips. He starts matching Thistle's movements with a little more certainty, his body easily falling into his lover's rhythm. Maybe daring to give some hints at what he's capable of on a dance floor.
Finally, his fingers slide over the redhead's chest to attempt mimicking the earlier touches to his own nipples.]
[ Thistle has already stated he could sense fae magic at work, so he could hardly blame any wandering thoughts that happen along that trail. Nor would he deny it if asked.
Of course he would dance for Cal, and with Cal. Show him all of the styles he dances both with a partner and without. Just as he would learn more modern styles from his young lover, incorporate them into the styles he already knows - as he's always done. ]
I'd love to see how we dance together. Your body rolling against mine.
[ He absolutely means to give it double meanings and feels no shame in it. Thistle works hard and then he plays hard - sometimes, like now, it's the other way around. Already their bodies feel compatible, and there will be hardly any shyness left when hands trail over bodies in an intimate dance.
Cal's body begins to move in time with his own, as two dancers would and the roll of bodies make Thistle desire more. Fingers slip into the crack of his lover's ass fully and brushes over the entrance hidden there, teasing just as his own nipples are being toyed with.
Soft words are whispered against his kitten's lips as his other hand tugs on the waistband but doesn't pull down yet. ] Will you let me see all of you, Coinneach?
[The mention of sensing fae magic hadn't escaped Cal's notice, but even that didn't feel like solid evidence to him. Sensing magic could be something else entirely... but, combined with the rest he's learning, it does feel like a much more solid theory now. That he's somehow managed to attract actual fae...
Later, he'll be wondering how Dom might feel about that, given a certain reputation fae has in some parts of their world. Not that it'd be enough to deter Cal, especially after everything so far.
Right now, however, his focus is on the continued teasing of that very vulnerable part. Being asked so gently makes it that much easier to agree to the next question.]
Yes.
[The barrier between them has started to feel like too much, so the idea only brings relief. He's not even considering the risk of being seen by others, right now - partially thanks to being between a tree and a much taller person... but something tells him it'd be fine even if someone walked up. He can't put a finger on why. Part of him wonders if that's just the power of hormones clouding the ability to think logically.]
[ Perhaps there will be time to talk later on such things, to learn more about each other before the dream ends - or the Metaverse - as Akira called it. Knowing more would help him to find his kitten that much faster, if he had a name or place to start looking.
No thoughts about parents, Cal. Though Thistle won't deny he has played a part in that reputation - the violence to people who deserve it, and stealing away those he favors.
He makes no move until the answer is given, only when Cal seems so sure that it's fine with him. The fabric is pulled down to reveal all, though he's loathed to let go entirely to remove pants and underwear entirely - as it means Cal will have to let go of him.
So it's just enough to expose his young lover to their eyes alone, though his magic will prevent anyone else from prying. With that done, his hand touches Cal in the most intimate of places, adorning it with affection. His lips move to whisper against his lover's lips. ]
[He gasps, his body jolting from just those touches. It's very different from touching himself, and intense enough to keep his mind from shifting back to that pesky insecurity. While leaning into the kiss, he closes his eyes and huffs at that word. His words carry a playful kind of bratty tone, this time.]
I'm not the one who's eireachdail...
[Both hands tangle into Thistle's hair so he can give the redhead a brief, deeper kiss. As if that'll be enough to stop any kind of protest to what he just said. As much as he believes it's the truth, he knows opinions are tricky things when it comes to what's truth and what's false. Perception is just like that... and, deep down, he knows his fairly negative views on himself are the product of the past. And so... likely very wrong.
And certainly not something to go into right now - hence leaning on playfulness for it.]
[ Even with this, he can tell that no one has even touched Cal. He doesn't know the reason for it, but it just tells him that the gift has been given to him. In anyone in any world, Cal has chosen him.
There's a soft huff into the kiss that's partly to stop the argument that Cal thinks would have happened. Thistle knows his looks are often what draw the eye and doesn't deny it. Fighting over what he finds appealing and what Cal finds attractive would only be fun in a playful manner. He would just lavish his attention on the person he finds handsome and hope Cal accept how he feels.
A nip to Cal's bottom lip as he lets himself dragged deeper into the kiss while he continues to tease both sensitive and intimate places. It isn't meant to be a quick thing, but to slowly build pleasure until Cal begs him for release or more. Or both. ]
[It'll be some work, but... not impossible. Cal's made considerable progress since his youth, and it shows in how he's willing to continue taking little steps towards liking himself more.
A quiet sound escapes his throat as the kiss continues while he's being teased so thoroughly. He can already tell it wouldn't take long at all for him to finish, and he does imagine that'll be easy for Thistle to guess, as well. So he tries not to think too much about how embarrassing that is. To focus just on how good it all feels.
Of course, focusing on that does lead to him reaching the point of squirming quite a lot.]
Thistle...
[He is not the type to verbally beg in bed (he thinks, at least), and yet he finds himself muttering with his face against Thistle's shoulder.]
[ Luckily, Thistle has a great deal of patience and support for the people he brings into his life.
He can tell that Cal is going to orgasm, how the teasing is taking him to the edge of ecstasy. There's nothing more he wants in this moment than to see that happen, to see Cal captured in the bliss of the moment when his kitten comes under his touch.
Fangs nip at Cal's lip to encourage more squirming against him. ]
Then let go, kitten. I'm hardly done with you.
[ A whispered promise that this isn't the end, that he'll still want his young lover in every way possible. This will take the edge off for the next round. ]
[And, sure enough, that's exactly what Thistle will get to see. That promise combined with the brush of fangs, and then all the teasing... It's more than enough to make it seemingly impossible to hang on any longer.
Cal's back arches, his head pressing against the tree as he cries out, hips bucking into the redhead with the intense wave of pure bliss. It captures all his attention enough that he momentarily stops caring how loud he is.
Thistle will be able to note the brief glow of his eyes, and then the way those golden streaks in his hair take on a lighter shade. Fading almost completely to white. Even his teeth seem affected; some are just a little longer and sharper than before.
Meanwhile, Cal focuses through the haze on the redhead. Part of what he said is sinking in, and he can't help feeling a touch excited to see what he intends to do next. Curious fingers reach out to thread through those much longer locks, a lot of that shyness now moved much further to the back of his mind.]
[ As Cal comes undone, Thistle watches every second of it. The way his lover arches back - exposing his neck to him so temptingly, the sound that falls from his lips, the glow of eyes, the lightening of hair, and sharper teeth. Everything about it is his fierce kitten rising to the surface, unhindered by thoughts and feelings.
Only absolute pleasure bringing this scene before him and Thistle loves it. Wants to see more of this feral side. It may not happen here and now, while they're in this magical bubble in some dream forest - but someday. Someday he wants to watch Cal let go of everything. For now, he simply works Cal through this first orgasm brought on by someone else's touch.
Thistle smiles against his lover's lips when fingers delve into his hair, a brief kiss that hardly speaks of how he feels witnessing this act of pleasure. ]
A breathtaking view, watching you orgasm under my touch. [ Idly his fingers continue to tease Cal, curious to see how quickly he'll be ready for round two. And if it means he's coating his fingers for what comes next, only they will know. ]
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He moves to the kitchen to drop off the bags, figuring this is more important than putting the food away immediately. Dom leans against the doorway, lifting a hand to knock on the closed door. ]
Let's talk about the couch.
[ Phrasing it as a question usually gets him nothing, so Dominic gauges which ones are going to be more sensitive and should be done on Cal's own time. There's nothing to signify anger in his tone or even his scent. ]
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Callum is leaning against the opposite side of the door, looking and feeling about as miserable as it gets, these days, for him. It's easier to just shut everyone else out, but certain few seem determined to prevent it...
Yeah, sure, he knows that the stupid couch isn't his to destroy - that's the whole problem! He didn't ask to destroy, but he's the one who's got to feel bad that it happened. He's the one who'll have to apologize for it.
... Unless he gets out and away before Dom can stop him?]
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He's just going to try opening it and slipping out.]
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I'm not mad, and I'm not disappointed. I just want to help you figure out why this is happening and what we can do to help.
[ He's just standing there, waiting for Callum to change his mind on playing escape artist. ]
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Yet, Dominic is still standing at the door.
And he supposedly just wants to help.
... Yeah, right. For a moment, Callum remains crouched, perched in the window, his gaze resting on the ground. A sound finally escapes, and it's just a low, frustrated growl... before he slides back into the room and over to the nearest corner. He curls up, into a sitting position, pressing his face against his knees.]
... Fine. Come in.
[It's said quietly, but he knows he'll be heard.]
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So, do you want to tell me why you scratched up the couch, or should I take a guess?
[ Even as he asks that, his voice is still steady and non-judgmental. ]
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[He could lie, probably. Could say something mean, tell Dom this is just what he signed up for, or call him all kinds of names. But the guy's been feeding him, housing him...
So, guess this is the least Callum could do, for now.]
I just... couldn't stop it, and I don't know why.
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I think it's just instinct. There's a lot of reasons why a cat scratches something up. Sharpening claws, boredom, exercising, stretching, and more. I haven't seen you shift since you got here, and some of that energy is just pent up inside you.
[ "Getting attention"... He won't say which ones he hopes it is. That he'd like it if Callum was starting to feel like this was his territory and had to claim it or that he wanted Dom's attention. ]
So how about this: we'll get you some things that you can scratch on. Both here and in the pack house.
[ Nothing is said about getting Cal to shift, to push him on doing that. Just giving him other outlets. ]
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... Okay.
[Callum makes a point of keeping all of that side buried; the ears and tail just give too many of his emotions away. And he still hates the color... Hates the attention it always draws. He wishes there was a way to just... become human.]
What if that doesn't help? What if there's just something wrong with me?
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You've been hurt, but there's nothing wrong with you. It's everyone else that couldn't accept you that has something wrong with them. If this doesn't help, then we look for a different solution. One that does work for you, because if there's not one out there that already exists, then I'll make one for you.
[ Dominic lifts a hand, it's slow to move towards Callum so the tiger can avoid it if he wants. But he's making his movements known, that hand is coming in for a headpat. ]
You and me, we'll figure it out together, okay?
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Wasn't hurt that bad. [A lie, followed up with a shrug of his shoulders.] Other people've had it worse.
[He looks away.]
Dad usually just told me to stop being selfish.
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Pain is pain, I don't see why we have to compare whose is worse. What I know is that you're here, in front of me, and I will do everything I can to help, if you'll let me.
[ Dominic can't save the world, he can't even save all of the shifters that exist. But this place, this little town - anyone who comes here is who he can try to reach out to. ]
Wanting to be who you feel you are isn't selfish. You're allowed to want to feel safe, especially in your own home. That's why I took over this pack.
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A soft anxiety spike thankfully doesn't grow into something more, and it's clear he's maybe a little starved for more positive forms of touch. The hint of tears are belatedly hidden by pressing his face against his knees, once again. Quietly, he mutters the next words.]
Yeah, right...
[It's said in such a sulky, deflated way.]
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He hears that deflated tone, and can smell the hint of salty tears in the air. ]
Okay.
[ Accepting those sulky deflated words as an answer. ]
Now, there's a cartoon of ice cream melting in the kitchen. Want to come help me eat it and find something to watch on television?
[ Ice cream - a reward and a comfort food for most people. Dominic will use it to help associate talking about problems with good things. ]
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He gives a hesitant nod, almost like he's reluctant to move his head; he maybe, just maybe can admit to himself that he wants the hand to stay there a little longer. Something he'd wanted so much more of, as a cub.
It almost feels like too much, even pushing himself in this way, but something keeps nagging at him. He doesn't want to do something - he... needs to, in a way.]
Can... [Asking for literally anything has been something he tries to avoid. But this is different.] ... I learn how to... cook?
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They're taking small steps, Dom doesn't expect giant leaps of progress. All he wants is some forward momentum. ]
Of course, I'll teach you anything you want to learn.
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But this outright steals his breath.
He makes an embarrassingly open noise into the kiss, something between a whine and a growl, and his hand moves without thought. His nails grip the fabric of Thistle's shirt, a little more behind said grip than any human nails would have. Puncturing just slightly as he pulls the redhead closer. Demanding more than he fully realizes in the heat of the moment, as his other hand already tangles into the other being's hair.
His lack of experience is outdone by the determination to match Thistle's pace and skills. Even as his body trembles from the overwhelming need for more, he contains it by letting those hands "get away with" those early signs of aggression. So if something suddenly sharp brushes Thistle's skin through the fabric... that's as far as he intends to take it.]
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There are times when two people find they are far more compatible than others, in the shifter community - they would be called "mates". Two individuals who complete each other. For fae, it's granting someone the knowledge of their true name. Thistle can't deny that their physical attraction is strong, that much is already clear. He also enjoys getting to see even a small inkling of Cal's wild side, only intending to encourage it.
So Thistle lets himself be pulled in, gives in to the silent but firm demands of his young lover. Makes a soft pleased sound at the claws digging against his skin. His hands drift down Cal's neck, his shoulders, his collarbones, letting the curve of Cal's body dictate where his fingers slide over.
He breaks the kiss just enough to speak. ] Have you ever laid with another person before, kitten?
[ It should be clear from the husky way he asks it means Thistle has no intention of stopping unless told to - only wishing for confirmation on whether Cal will be a virgin beneath his touch. ]
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Someone he wanted around for countless years... It just seemed nice, yet he'd been finding so few attractive in both the physical sense and the more important sense. Until... this being. Something yanked them together, and...
He really isn't in the right mindset to do much with this realization.
Maybe without the haze of desire, he'd feel a little more of that shyness from earlier. But that question just gets a shake of his head. Maybe he'd come close... once. But his fixation on his future had won out; relationships of that nature just weren't meant to happen, just yet.]
Guessing... that doesn't go both ways.
[Insecurity does still lurk here, but arousal clouds that a lot. Besides, he doesn't imagine Thistle minds virginity. Maybe it brings some excitement to his... likely very-long-lived life.]
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Having someone he does share it with is always a possibility, just as mates exist for shifters. Yet twelve thousand years is a long time to go without feeling the pleasures of sex. ]
I am very old and sex is something I still enjoy.
[ He steps into Cal, pushing them back to the trunk of the nearest tree. Gently nipping at his lover's bottom lip as his body presses against that lithe form as much as possible. ]
It merely means I have much to teach you about the pleasures your body can experience with another person. You won't wake up from this dream unsatisfied, kitten.
[ That is a promise. Thistle's hands slide down to grip Cal's thighs and lift him off the ground - encouraging his lover to wrap those legs around him. ]
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His body really enjoys being pressed against the redhead. Golden eyes hide none of the growing hunger as he listens to the next words, and his legs are eagerly wrapped around Thistle's waist as he returns that nip from earlier.
Normally human-like teeth have turned just a bit sharper, scraping against Thistle's bottom lip, then jawline, then his neck.]
That's a big promise... What would you even do if you somehow couldn't keep that?
[Cal doesn't actually find himself doubting Thistle, really. But... he wants to know what kind of answer he'll give anyway.]
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Those teeth dragging across skin earn Cal a roll of his hips, one for each. Seeking friction as his hands continue their exploration of his lover's body. Encouraging Cal to keep doing it, continue being rough and finding what brings pleasure to them both.
If his hands are also slowly, but surely, working Cal's shirt up his body - only they will know. ]
I would have to find you and make it up to you. After all, dreams can hardly compare to the real thing.
[ While he doesn't doubt how much satisfaction he can bring within the dream, it's also a hint that a single night would simply not be enough time to make it up to him. If they can meet in dreams, then that means there's the possibility to meet outside of it. ]
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So he closes his eyes, focusing on those words that follow his question. And he can't help the breathless laugh of bemusement, initially, before he nips at Thistle's neck.]
You make it sound so easy...
[A playful hint that maybe he could be difficult to please, entirely. Which... in some areas, he knows he can be. Even if now, in the heat of the moment, he could easily let himself be swept away by any pleasure the redhead dares to try bringing.]
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Thistle will remove Cal's shirt entirely after the nip to his neck, reaching for one of Cal's to encourage doing the same in return. An amused hum as he lets his gaze dip over his half-naked lover, a lustful heat burning in his eyes. ]
What makes you think it's not? Perhaps I simply had no reason to traverse worlds before.
[ There is no complaint about his kitten being hard to please, or that he's not up for the task. More that he finds it a challenge and one he takes enjoyment in. His lips trail over the tattoo, while his fingers now play with rosy nipples now exposed to him. ]
Would you like to be that reason, kitten?
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Cal is far less shy about removing Thistle's shirt, and getting to see what's underneath. That is a very pleasant distraction from any swell of vulnerability that lurks in the back of his mind... And the look in his lover's eyes certainly helps all the more.
Thistle's response earns a sound of amusement from Cal. The thought of someone simply traveling from one world to another is definitely a wild one. Though, before he can respond to the initial part, the redhead discovers a way to make him outright squirm. As his hips eagerly press against the opposite pair, a soft whine escapes him. He had no idea his neck could be almost unbearably sensitive... but no part of him wants his lover to stop.]
Me...? That's... [Such a difficult question to answer, with so many distracting touches happening. Of course, being so distracted means it's that much easier for the truth to slip out.] Maybe... ... but why me?
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A small smile graces his lips about how bold Cal is in removing his shirt, and he doesn't remark on how it's a distraction because Cal is just as handsome in his eyes. Instead he continues his administrations to the sensitive parts of his lover's body. Seeing it come alive beneath his touch.
There's a lot he can can do once he sets his mind to it, and there is little he won't do for the people who interest him this much. Who he wants to spend a lifetime with. Finding out that Cal likes his neck teased, he nips a little harder - the press of fangs clear but not breaking skin. ]
You intrigue me and a night with you will not be enough, kitten. [ Perhaps there is no length of time that will satisfy him. Not entirely. Were Cal a shifter from his world, then his lifespan would be a great deal longer than that of a mortal's, yet that still wouldn't be long enough. It never is.
His hands slide down Cal's body, one to rest on a hip while the other unbuttons those pants. ]
I would date you, Coinneach. Get to know you as well as I will know your body. [ Up his lips travel to nibble on an earlobe. He pushes down the back of Cal's pants so that his hands can explore the bare round ass. ] To find what brings you pleasure and excites you.
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Guess... that makes the two of us. [A quiet, breathy laugh is all that's given at first to the next part.] I've never really...
[A pause as he gasps, squirming softly at his ear being teased next. Then his hips jerk at being touched him where nobody else has gotten away with exploring. Such a vulnerable place, it sparks a little nervousness. But he takes a deep, slow breath. He doesn't get the feeling Thistle would ignore any request to stop or even just slow down... and that helps a lot.
Plus it's just some exploring, right now.]
... never really found time to date, before. Lots of training... to be a dance instructor...
[The world of dancers is a scary one, for him. So many people to earn the respect of...]
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A dance instructor... [ Hearing this only furthers solidifies Thistle's desire to know more about Cal. Dance is part of his fae lore, after all. He would enjoy watching Cal's body move, to nourish his talent and hard work. And of course, to dance with him.
The feel of their bodies pressed together intimately as they flow with the music. Thistle imagines many private sessions would end with them performing a different type of dance. ] I myself am a dancer.
There's much we could learn from each other. [ As for this moment right now, it's true that Thistle would slow down or stop if requested. He will also ask permission before revealing that most intimate place and respect the answer.
For now, Thistle will keep rolling his hips into Cal while his hands explore the new exposed region. Fingers glide over the crack, teasingly dipping in but not touching where he wants to bury himself in. He lifts his head to brush a kiss over lips before moving to the opposite ear to give it the same treatment. ]
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It does have Cal's mind wandering a touch, thinking back to a lot of old tales and mysterious stories he's heard before. It's impossible, of course, to think much about all that... Well, aside from that part about dancing, anyway. He wonders which style, or styles, Thistle enjoys most. He wonders how he looks performing...]
You'll have to show me what you're capable of...
[Cal didn't even mean for that to sound like a double meaning, but he blames Thistle for that one. The exploration and teasing helps a lot with those nerves earlier, as does the continued rolling of their hips. He starts matching Thistle's movements with a little more certainty, his body easily falling into his lover's rhythm. Maybe daring to give some hints at what he's capable of on a dance floor.
Finally, his fingers slide over the redhead's chest to attempt mimicking the earlier touches to his own nipples.]
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Of course he would dance for Cal, and with Cal. Show him all of the styles he dances both with a partner and without. Just as he would learn more modern styles from his young lover, incorporate them into the styles he already knows - as he's always done. ]
I'd love to see how we dance together. Your body rolling against mine.
[ He absolutely means to give it double meanings and feels no shame in it. Thistle works hard and then he plays hard - sometimes, like now, it's the other way around. Already their bodies feel compatible, and there will be hardly any shyness left when hands trail over bodies in an intimate dance.
Cal's body begins to move in time with his own, as two dancers would and the roll of bodies make Thistle desire more. Fingers slip into the crack of his lover's ass fully and brushes over the entrance hidden there, teasing just as his own nipples are being toyed with.
Soft words are whispered against his kitten's lips as his other hand tugs on the waistband but doesn't pull down yet. ] Will you let me see all of you, Coinneach?
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Later, he'll be wondering how Dom might feel about that, given a certain reputation fae has in some parts of their world. Not that it'd be enough to deter Cal, especially after everything so far.
Right now, however, his focus is on the continued teasing of that very vulnerable part. Being asked so gently makes it that much easier to agree to the next question.]
Yes.
[The barrier between them has started to feel like too much, so the idea only brings relief. He's not even considering the risk of being seen by others, right now - partially thanks to being between a tree and a much taller person... but something tells him it'd be fine even if someone walked up. He can't put a finger on why. Part of him wonders if that's just the power of hormones clouding the ability to think logically.]
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No thoughts about parents, Cal. Though Thistle won't deny he has played a part in that reputation - the violence to people who deserve it, and stealing away those he favors.
He makes no move until the answer is given, only when Cal seems so sure that it's fine with him. The fabric is pulled down to reveal all, though he's loathed to let go entirely to remove pants and underwear entirely - as it means Cal will have to let go of him.
So it's just enough to expose his young lover to their eyes alone, though his magic will prevent anyone else from prying. With that done, his hand touches Cal in the most intimate of places, adorning it with affection. His lips move to whisper against his lover's lips. ]
Every part of you is eireachdail, kitten.
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I'm not the one who's eireachdail...
[Both hands tangle into Thistle's hair so he can give the redhead a brief, deeper kiss. As if that'll be enough to stop any kind of protest to what he just said. As much as he believes it's the truth, he knows opinions are tricky things when it comes to what's truth and what's false. Perception is just like that... and, deep down, he knows his fairly negative views on himself are the product of the past. And so... likely very wrong.
And certainly not something to go into right now - hence leaning on playfulness for it.]
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There's a soft huff into the kiss that's partly to stop the argument that Cal thinks would have happened. Thistle knows his looks are often what draw the eye and doesn't deny it. Fighting over what he finds appealing and what Cal finds attractive would only be fun in a playful manner. He would just lavish his attention on the person he finds handsome and hope Cal accept how he feels.
A nip to Cal's bottom lip as he lets himself dragged deeper into the kiss while he continues to tease both sensitive and intimate places. It isn't meant to be a quick thing, but to slowly build pleasure until Cal begs him for release or more. Or both. ]
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A quiet sound escapes his throat as the kiss continues while he's being teased so thoroughly. He can already tell it wouldn't take long at all for him to finish, and he does imagine that'll be easy for Thistle to guess, as well. So he tries not to think too much about how embarrassing that is. To focus just on how good it all feels.
Of course, focusing on that does lead to him reaching the point of squirming quite a lot.]
Thistle...
[He is not the type to verbally beg in bed (he thinks, at least), and yet he finds himself muttering with his face against Thistle's shoulder.]
... not sure how much more of that I can handle.
[Of the teasing, specifically.]
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He can tell that Cal is going to orgasm, how the teasing is taking him to the edge of ecstasy. There's nothing more he wants in this moment than to see that happen, to see Cal captured in the bliss of the moment when his kitten comes under his touch.
Fangs nip at Cal's lip to encourage more squirming against him. ]
Then let go, kitten. I'm hardly done with you.
[ A whispered promise that this isn't the end, that he'll still want his young lover in every way possible. This will take the edge off for the next round. ]
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Cal's back arches, his head pressing against the tree as he cries out, hips bucking into the redhead with the intense wave of pure bliss. It captures all his attention enough that he momentarily stops caring how loud he is.
Thistle will be able to note the brief glow of his eyes, and then the way those golden streaks in his hair take on a lighter shade. Fading almost completely to white. Even his teeth seem affected; some are just a little longer and sharper than before.
Meanwhile, Cal focuses through the haze on the redhead. Part of what he said is sinking in, and he can't help feeling a touch excited to see what he intends to do next. Curious fingers reach out to thread through those much longer locks, a lot of that shyness now moved much further to the back of his mind.]
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Only absolute pleasure bringing this scene before him and Thistle loves it. Wants to see more of this feral side. It may not happen here and now, while they're in this magical bubble in some dream forest - but someday. Someday he wants to watch Cal let go of everything. For now, he simply works Cal through this first orgasm brought on by someone else's touch.
Thistle smiles against his lover's lips when fingers delve into his hair, a brief kiss that hardly speaks of how he feels witnessing this act of pleasure. ]
A breathtaking view, watching you orgasm under my touch. [ Idly his fingers continue to tease Cal, curious to see how quickly he'll be ready for round two. And if it means he's coating his fingers for what comes next, only they will know. ]