Re: [in-person: damian & misha]
Vegetation is living. [It was a helpful bit of information. He smiled and tugged on his sock. He smiled wider when he received his second kiss. Misha did not seem to be aware of the Pavlovian bell the socks presented as. He waited to do it again.] Would you live in the 'holler' now? If you were able to? [Sock-tug.] It means when Grandfather dies, the League is mine to inherit. I was created for that purpose. I was raised for it. And as Bruce Wainright's son, the Shadow is mine as well. I am going to don it in the Capital. [The smile on Damian's face that followed was ridiculous and ill-fitting.] I will teach you. I only have to make you yell, yes? Perhaps on the lake, the acoustics will be appropriate.
[It was, in the man's estimation as well, too soon to break the kiss. It was obvious from the way his copper-tarnish gaze shifted to Misha's lips and stayed, even as he spoke. Sucking on his own bottom lip was a poor man's stand-in for the kissing. He laughed, though he did not want to, at the thumb pressed against his toes and he jerked his foot. He was ticklish. He glared briefly.] Do not. [It was an order. Damian settled his foot back to his boyfriend's belly, but suspiciously. He tried to recapture the conversation.] Do you not worry about me? [He smiled and dug his toes into the boy now, and lower, pressing his foot to where Misha's dick was hidden beneath jeans. It was not hard. Only enough for implication.] I would like that, [he admitted from where he was still seated on the counter top. He tipped his head to his shoulder and the blue shirt there.] I have missed you. [He leaned forward over his stretched leg once more to ghost his lips near Misha's.] I will fetch a blanket, in case we need it. You may bring the lubricant and an anal dilator. [He smiled and wriggled his toes.]