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museboxofmuses2019-12-06 10:26 pm
steppechild) wrote in museboxofmuses2019-12-06 10:26 pm
Modern AU - MAXIMUM THIRST EDITION
Aza was still trying to figure out how to pop the question.
It was a problem that had been rolling about in his mind for a good week now, always lurking in the back of his mind as he went to work at his clinic, did his volunteering at the bird sanctuary, did his grocery shopping, his house chores, his cooking, whenever he looked at Lo'kha's dumb (handsome) face... when he slept, causing very embarrassing moments when he had to slip off to the bathroom to deal with his problem in privacy.
It should be an easy thing to solve: just ask Lo'kha straight out. But, well, the guy seemed almost... skittish? Yeah, skittish, whenever things skirted towards the sexual, and hell, they had only kissed a few times since officially catagorising their relationship from the vague 'very close friends' to 'okay we've probably been boyfriends for a good month now let's make it official'. This was the first time, in a long while, that Aza was 'with' someone, and he didn't want to screw it up by pushing the sex topic too soon. Yet, at the same time... urgh, it had been a while.
Like, 'almost a decade' a while.
Yeah, him, Rosie Palms and her friends called Sex Toys were very well acquainted with each other.
But that'd been fine! He hadn't really been interested overly much before Lo'kha. But, damn, that guy somehow wormed right into his heart and home and now Aza was staring at clinic's inventory list trying to imagine what Lo'kha's voice sounded like when he orgasmed instead of doing... inventory. It was a curse. It was a big sexy curse called Lo'kha and Aza was probably going to have to make another bathroom break soon damn it.
"Uuuugh..." he groaned, dropping his inventory list over his face and committing entirely to the lazy sprawl on his sofa. He smelled paper and ink, not that it did much to deter his libido, and wondered maybe he should just come out and ask. Like, drawing firm boundaries was good, right? If Lo'kha said he wanted to go slow, then, Aza can plan for that and resign himself to plenty of cold showers for the next few months. If Lo'kha was just in the same boat as him, and just didn't want to push the topic...
Aza tried not to get too hopeful about that possibility, but damn was he hoping.
He sat up, catching his inventory list and tossing it onto the coffee table. Right. Okay. Let's do it before he lost his nerve. Let's get this settled once and for all! He hopped to his feet, feeling his heartrate almost double as he moved towards Lo'kha's bedroom (that was another thing, they still slept separate. Was that Lo'kha saying he wanted to go slow? Or not wanting to pressure Aza? Or maybe he didn't like sleeping with people? Which was fine, really, Aza didn't begrudge him wanting to keep his own space-). He'll knock on the door, ask his question. Easy. Easy easy easy.
(It did not feel easy)
Aza reached Lo'kha's room and... walked right past it towards his own bedroom, losing his nerve at the last second. Damn it!
His shoulders slumped as he went to his bedroom (next to Lo'kha's obvs), slinking inside and just... toppling face down on it, the bed groaning loudly in protest and the headboard thumping against the wall as he let out a loud, frustrated groan into his mattress. Why was he such a big coward when it came to these kind of things! Aaaahhhhhh... he just! Wanted! To! Fuck!
It was a problem that had been rolling about in his mind for a good week now, always lurking in the back of his mind as he went to work at his clinic, did his volunteering at the bird sanctuary, did his grocery shopping, his house chores, his cooking, whenever he looked at Lo'kha's dumb (handsome) face... when he slept, causing very embarrassing moments when he had to slip off to the bathroom to deal with his problem in privacy.
It should be an easy thing to solve: just ask Lo'kha straight out. But, well, the guy seemed almost... skittish? Yeah, skittish, whenever things skirted towards the sexual, and hell, they had only kissed a few times since officially catagorising their relationship from the vague 'very close friends' to 'okay we've probably been boyfriends for a good month now let's make it official'. This was the first time, in a long while, that Aza was 'with' someone, and he didn't want to screw it up by pushing the sex topic too soon. Yet, at the same time... urgh, it had been a while.
Like, 'almost a decade' a while.
Yeah, him, Rosie Palms and her friends called Sex Toys were very well acquainted with each other.
But that'd been fine! He hadn't really been interested overly much before Lo'kha. But, damn, that guy somehow wormed right into his heart and home and now Aza was staring at clinic's inventory list trying to imagine what Lo'kha's voice sounded like when he orgasmed instead of doing... inventory. It was a curse. It was a big sexy curse called Lo'kha and Aza was probably going to have to make another bathroom break soon damn it.
"Uuuugh..." he groaned, dropping his inventory list over his face and committing entirely to the lazy sprawl on his sofa. He smelled paper and ink, not that it did much to deter his libido, and wondered maybe he should just come out and ask. Like, drawing firm boundaries was good, right? If Lo'kha said he wanted to go slow, then, Aza can plan for that and resign himself to plenty of cold showers for the next few months. If Lo'kha was just in the same boat as him, and just didn't want to push the topic...
Aza tried not to get too hopeful about that possibility, but damn was he hoping.
He sat up, catching his inventory list and tossing it onto the coffee table. Right. Okay. Let's do it before he lost his nerve. Let's get this settled once and for all! He hopped to his feet, feeling his heartrate almost double as he moved towards Lo'kha's bedroom (that was another thing, they still slept separate. Was that Lo'kha saying he wanted to go slow? Or not wanting to pressure Aza? Or maybe he didn't like sleeping with people? Which was fine, really, Aza didn't begrudge him wanting to keep his own space-). He'll knock on the door, ask his question. Easy. Easy easy easy.
(It did not feel easy)
Aza reached Lo'kha's room and... walked right past it towards his own bedroom, losing his nerve at the last second. Damn it!
His shoulders slumped as he went to his bedroom (next to Lo'kha's obvs), slinking inside and just... toppling face down on it, the bed groaning loudly in protest and the headboard thumping against the wall as he let out a loud, frustrated groan into his mattress. Why was he such a big coward when it came to these kind of things! Aaaahhhhhh... he just! Wanted! To! Fuck!