[CLOSED] It's getting harder and harder to fight the fear and the desire

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Who: Taako and Kravitz
What: Some hobby swapping, a casual date, an important discussion.
Where: Starting at the lake and then possibly moving around.
When: Backdated to the start of February
Warnings: Should be clean, other than some curse words and salty anger.

[Taako would say this sort of thing has been a mess, but it feels counter-intuitive to mention something specific when his whole life is typically a disaster zone. He had planned to do this a little earlier- give himself a nice day after the shitshow that was new arrivals last month, but a giant fuckoff sandstorm combined with losing himself for a week and a half did not a date night make. Even as it stands, Taako's ready to never talk about that again, but it is a bit funny he's bringing Kravitz to a lake, considering the circumstances of their child selve's near-drowning adventure.

But this excursion isn't about swimming, it's about fishing, which Taako is pretty sure Kravitz has either never done or it's been about a billion years so he doesn't quite remember. He'd fashioned himself a pole a while ago, for when he wanted something fresh for a recipe, so with some supplies and ten minutes of fabricate making one for Kravitz was no big. He'd told him to meet him down here, and Taako is just setting up, both poles sticking out of the sand and a container of bait shoved in there next to it. He's got a few replacement hooks in his pocket, but they're mostly just the same as the originals, aka some twisted and pointy wire. He's making do with what he's got.

Regardless, he looks up and grins as he hears Kravitz approach, floppy sunhat blocking the light from his direct face. Below it, he's just in one of his favorite tank and shorts combo with a sheer cover up skirt that really isn't offering much coverage other than being cute. But that's like. All he does, so.

Taako reaches up and tips the edge of his hat in greeting.]

Hey babe. Party's all here. You ready to get your chill on?

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u even added my tag to the entry. i love u.

[knockthemdead]

[If Taako doesn't want to talk about their stint as loud, frankly embarrassing children, then Kravitz is content to leave it be. Part of him wants to tease Taako about various things, but he knows his boyfriend has just as much ammo and a far sharper tongue to return the favor with if he went down that path, so. It's not happening.

A date, though. A date sounds perfect, after all the fucking crazy they've dealt with.

He's learning not to teleport right on location. A short walk in is nice, not really a bother at all, and most importantly it means that Taako isn't cussing him out or slapping his arm for scaring the shit out of him for the 100th time. (In this regard, he may have been a slow learner.)

It's predictable, the way he's stopped in his tracks at the sight of Taako, but if predictable means more of this- of Taako, skirt brushing over thighs, face inviting and voice lilting, then he is happy to be predictable for the rest of forever.

Well- in some ways.]

Yes. Yes, I just need one moment.

[Kravitz takes a quick, short breath, as if preparing himself for something nerve wracking. And then, in place of his suit pants and dress shirt, is a long skirt and loose t-shirt.]

uh of COURSE

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[It's impossible to hide the excitement that blooms on his face, the smile as he pulls himself up and walks over, letting his hands trace over Kravitz' new clothes. It's poignant in a way he doesn't have the words to describe. The emotional discussion is past, and now he gets to, haha, reap some benefits.

After a few seconds, he turns that grin on Kravitz, tilting his chin up to his face.]

Babe. Getting yourself all wrapped up for me. I love it.

[Not that Taako doesn't appreciate Kravitz' suits (because ugh, how could he not), but this is special. This is only for him. And that, he cherishes. Taako leans up, gives him a quick kiss, and takes his hand to walk him back over to the poles.]

So, you ever done this before?

[knockthemdead]

[It's incredible, really, how quickly Taako is able to take a moment of anxiety and doubt, and meld it into one of confidence and comfort. Kravitz isn't sure what he was ever worried about. It's just them. He's fine.]

I was hoping that you would.

He squeezes Taako's hand and steps in time alongside him, enjoying the feeling of his skirt brushing over his legs.]

Never. This would be my first time.

[He grins sharply at Taako, clearly setting him up for the joke on purpose.]

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[He snickers, letting Kravitz come into his step, bumping his hip against his while they move. The longer that Kravitz spends with Taako, the more he’ll notice those little movements coming out; Taako’s a bit less shameful about them only because Kravitz doesn’t know that they all originate from Lup. But they’re things that make him feel safe. Things that make him feel happy to share.]

Great, another aspect where I gotta teach you everything.

[He winks, bending over when they reach the poles and plucking one out of the sand, the hook already strung with bait. It’s not traditional- just a can of mystery meat from the shops- but he’s sure not going to eat it, and the fish seemed to be biting at it earlier, which convinces him to eat it even less.]

It’s real simple, Kravvy-boy. You lean the pole back, chuck the line way out there. Then you slowly turn this thing and it reels in the line. The motion makes a fish notice, fish bites, you pull it outta the water. Easy peasy. If you want, you don’t even have to reel it, just let it, uh, sit a while until someone in there notices. Totally zen. Watch.

[He untangles himself from Kravitz, in the interest of not taking out the other man’s eye, and swings back, casting out towards the center of the lake and letting it land with a small splash.]

See? Nothin’ to it.

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[The hip bump feels natural. Playful and goofy, the way he and Taako operate in general. Kravitz leans down and sneaks a kiss against his ear in response, snickering at the quip.

He isn't subtle at all about the way he watches Taako lean down to pluck a pole from the sand, but he does snap to attention when Taako starts to teach. It's something his boyfriend cares about, so he cares about it. Or- is planning to. Yes.]

Hm. Seems simple enough.

[The universe hears and recognizes that this is Kravitz practically begging for something to go hilariously wrong. In the interest of advancing to important discussions, it allows the moment to pass with Kravitz simply casting his line far too short, and dumping it in the sand.]

You see? I try to control my strength, and this is where it gets me.

[He's pouting.]

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[He grins a bit as he watches Kravitz makes an attempt, not even bothering to hide the ensuing snicker as he screws it up and makes himself look all pouty. It's adorable. He bends over a bit and sticks his pole in the sand before walking over, wrapping his arms around Kravitz' middle and laying his head on his shoulder.]

Babe, are your only two modes casting like this or chucking it into the sun? Honestly.

[He puts his hands over Kravitz', guiding him to the reel.]

Pull it in, go again. Make sure when you cast you're holding onto this button here so the line releases and don't be a goofus. I'd say even a skeleton could do it, but you haven't proved that one yet.

[Just to be an asshole about it, he shifts his hips into his back, in a totally nonsexual motion. Not his fault he had to get all up close and personal. Totally.]

[knockthemdead]

Maybe they are.

[He snarks back playfully, not actually all that annoyed. How could he be, with Taako's voice next to his ear and arms around him? That's basically all he wants at any given time. So. You know. Fishing line, do your worst. (Please don't.)

Following Taako's instructions is far easier this time, and he winds the line back in thankfully without incident. We made it this far, folks.]

I was- doing that.

[The lie doesn't even manage to be partway convincing. He's easily distracted.

Kravitz throws a look over his shoulder at Taako, one that is probably meant to be admonishing, but has far too much amusement in it for that.]

Should you be standing this close when I cast?

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[He snickers, wiggling his body into Kravitz' again, delighting in how easy it is to make him squirm.]

Consider it incentive, babe. You hit me, you lose out on what the rest of this afternoon has to offer. Just don't release until you're goin' forward. It's easy.

[He's tempted to lean a bit further forward, bite at his neck or ear, but he doesn't actually want a fishing hook in his hat or back or god knows what, so he abstains.]

C'mon, don't make me be ashamed to be seen with you.

[knockthemdead]

[Incredible. The literal only thing that takes precedence over flustering Kravitz is Taako's physical safety. No one was surprised this day.

He scoffs, this time jutting his hips backwards in retaliation, in a motion that is anything but sexual. (Haha. Butt sexual.)]

Is that truly my only requirement? Not hooking you? I think I can manage that, so do put the rest of our plans down in ink.

[This time Taako's teasing makes him laugh, loud and jittery and goofy.

He shakes his head and allows it to pass, taking a deep unnecessary breath- before finally casting the line correctly. Hallelujah.]

Ah-- I can do it! I did it! Taako, I cast the line successfully!

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[Gods. He's such a nerd. What did he ever do to end up with such a goddamn nerd. Taako's cool! He's a cool guy! And he picked up this dingus that celebrates throwing a fishing line and gets flustered every time he rolls his hips. Disgusting. Fucking incredible.

His posture is still lazy, flopped over more on Kravitz than standing behind him, grinning a little more genuinely than he usually lets himself.]

Good job, babe, you actually followed a direction.

[He finally pulls himself from Kravitz, going to pick up his line and casting it out into the water aside his.]

So, we can either keep doin' this, like, over and over, or just let it sit and hang. Real chill sport. Only kinda sport I hang with. You think you can handle doin' it more than once, or is that too much of a strain?

[knockthemdead]

[Kravitz sniffs, faux offended, and looks down his nose at Taako. He opens his mouth presumably to scoff and smugly overstate his confidence, but stops halfway. Closes it again; lips curving up into a smirk. There's a really particular kind of look in his eyes. You know, the sort that warns of a real zinger on the way, that screams, 'danger, Will Robinson, danger!'

He slides his glance away to focus on where his line meets the water, and just barely loud enough for Taako to hear, he responds.]

Funny. I recall recently asking you the same thing.

[Maybe from a distance he looks composed, but the truth is, he's barely containing laughter.]

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[Taako loves that look. It's thrilling. It's compelling. It's when Kravitz looks confident, when he rises to Taako's challenge, that he feels the little thrill in his heart.

Kravitz speaks, and Taako doesn't miss a beat, tilting his head towards Kravitz without looking at him and rising right back.]

I'm not the one who begged to cum after five minutes of getting his dick sucked, but go off I guess.

[He bites his lip, watching out of the corner of his eye for the inevitable reaction.]

[knockthemdead]

[Krav snorts and sputters, composure entirely broken, and flushes all the way to his ears. He's caught between snickering childishly and being way into this, much of his embarrassment negated by how alone they are.

His lips press together tightly and he makes a point of dramatically looking away from Taako before he replies.]

I have nothing further to say on the matter without a fantasy lawyer present.

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[He cracks, just a little, an unmistakable laugh breaking through as he puts a hand over his mouth to quiet himself. Sticking his own pole into the ground again, he slinks over and slides his hands up Kravitz' back, over his shoulders, giving that sly little look near his left ear.]

Awww, Kravvy boy can't handle the truth. Shame.

[He's just gonna nibble a lil bit there and down his neck, don't mind him, it's fine.]

Brought you out here for fishin' and now you're on this. Sigh.

[He's also kind of running away from the reason he needed this comfort and the emotions he should be talking about but kissing Kravitz has always fixed that problem before, at least for a while, soooo.]