i love to die with hydrophyte

[geophile]

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capes are gay

[geophile]

[ while the handing off of the champion title is mostly something that's done on paper, the hoenn region does have a few traditions left to preserve that steven intends to uphold. the champion's cloak isn't something that he considered a normal part of his wardrobe - he much preferred his tailored suits, but he's kept it safe and in mint condition under his care. but seeing as the title is no longer his, the piece of history needs to be in the hands of its new owner.

he could easily just hand it over to him and call it a day, but steven and wallace were more than just friendly colleagues - much more. he can make this a grand romantic gesture, and with the way that he's blindfolded wallace and leading him into his bedroom, he intends to do just that. ]

Watch your step here...

this thread is gay

[hydrophyte]

[ he's tall and willowy - being blindfolded and led around by the hand isn't really for him. but it's exciting and cute all the same, and steven is the one doing it, so... here they are.

he's not sure what he has in mind, but it's nice to see steven sounding so happy for once. ]

Taking me somewhere unsavory are you?

just as planned

[geophile]

[ it's even cuter from steven's perspective, but it's hard to mask how excited he is. it's probably silly, but ever since he has asked wallace to take his place when he made up his mind to step down, this little tradition has been swirling around in his imagination. ]

You say that as if you don't trust me. [ he squeezes his hand, gentle and playful. ] Just a little further.

[ in truth, they're really just heading to his master bedroom - it's where he's kept the cloak until now. when they enter, he positions wallace in front of the full-length mirror next to his closet. ]

Don't move.

[hydrophyte]

Oh I trust you... that unfortunately means you could lead me off the ends of the earth and I'd surely be fine with it.

[ he sighs with an air of exasperation - but it's full of fondness. his own little way of giving a contrived 'i love you, this is fine'. he pauses when he's told to, and wraps his arms around his body as he always does, leaning slightly on one foot. ]

As you command.

[geophile]

I'd only do that if I were close behind.

[ it's whispered close to his ear, followed by a brief kiss to the nape of his neck before he moves to the closet. it takes some parting of expensive suits and other pretentiously expensive clothes, but he eventually finds the cape, in as mint condition as when he received it.

he moves to stand behind his lover, hands moving past his neck and down to his collarbone to fasten the cape together. the way the fabric drapes and flows down his body is breathtaking to him, but he can't let himself get too smitten. wallace himself still needs to see. ]

To the one who has proven themselves to strive above all else, I bequeath the Champion's cloak of the Hoenn region.

[ and with that, the blindfold comes off. he'll stand aside to let wallace take it in without hindrance. ]

[hydrophyte]

Let's not talk of such dramatics. But thank you.

[ so cute, steven. even if they were both being grossly morbid for a second there.

the kiss and murmur make him shudder and he affectionately nuzzles steven before he moves away and leaves him standing. he places his long arms behind his back, swaying slightly as he waits for further instruction. he feels steven move close and hums faintly, only stopping when he notices he's tying something around his neck. the weight of the material feels both foreign yet familiar... just as he ponders over it more steven speaks and removes his blindfold.

he opens his eyes, noticing his visage in the mirror with raised eyebrows.

that cape that matched ever so nicely with his clothing... soft and silken, one he'd seen steven in a few times before at special events. his heart swells and he turns to regard his love as he rests a hand on his chest. ]

Steven...

[ he'll be leaving him - he'll be standing champion in his stead once he's left. who knew when he'd return? so having this little piece of him... ]

[geophile]

[ morbid or not, his words ring true. but thoughts like those are scrapped for the here and now, his focus on wallace and his reactions. it's almost as if the cape was made for him - it matches his cap and outfit more than it ever did with steven's suit. it brings an air of grace and elegance that he wasn't able to pull off himself, but that wallace can fit into naturally. ]

Wearing it is optional, of course... Though I think it suits you quite well.

[ his hands press to wallace's forearms, holding him gently while he watches him over his shoulder through the mirror's reflection. his smile is soft, but proud. ]

post picture never more relevant than now

[hydrophyte]

[ he's a budding gym leader - steven is heir to the devon corporation, and wants to shoot to be the champion while juggling his love for all things stones. they lead busy lives, and especially at the age they're at now, it doesn't leave a lot of time for anything else.

perhaps that's why things happened this way, when they'd have time to relax with each-other. sometimes steven comes to sootopolis - looks at the local geology and stays the night. sometimes wallace goes to the ice caves nearby mossdeep, and stays the night in the cottage steven's dad gave him. sometimes it's petalburg for dinner to catch up and exchange pleasantries. sometimes its awkward, sudden kisses when no one else is around, or sharing a bed and one turns towards the other after an hour of neither of them being to sleep. sometimes its awkward handjobs, hushed murmurs of 'i just wanted to try something', or wallace is just out of the shower and leans close enough that steven cant resist touching him.

either way, they move on like nothing had happened, afterwards - they release their pent up energy and forget about it... or at least they pretend, to.

tonight, steven is staying the night at his loft in sootopolis - they're alone, sitting on his couch in the dim light, the tv on in the back for noise, and the lights dimmed. they're chatting absent-mindlessly - it's simple small talk of their day. their busy lives. all the things they were sure to forget about when the energy charged in the air between them took over.

but for now, it's quiet. normal. ]

--wait, hold that thought. I haven't seen you touch anything all evening. What would you like? Tea? Water? I forbid another of those energy drinks I sometimes see around your house.

RIGHT LMAO

[geophile]

[ with the stresses of an imminent inheritance of the region's largest company, along with juggling hobbies and a goal of one day becoming one of the world's best trainers, it's safe to say that steven has served himself up quite a plate. but despite that, having wallace by his side as a confidante and friend makes it easier to handle - especially with their unspoken agreements to satisfy curiousity and mutually relieve stress.

he feels comfortable with whatever they have. it's no strings attached, spontaneous, and even a little exciting - something that men their age tend to crave. ]

I only drink those when I must, and you know it. If you'll join me for some, tea sounds nice.

[ he feels comfortable with how the evening is going, but a warm drink might help to relax a little more. with how busy they both are, moments like this need to be taken advantage of. ]

[hydrophyte]

Regardless, they're disgusting.

[ he wrinkles his nose as he rises from the couch, raising his arms over his head to stretch his lithe body. he's wearing a pair of blue leggings, a large, drapey shirt clinging to his shoulders. he'll move over to the open kitchen nearby and set about pouring some water into the kettle. as he turns on the stove he'll reach up into the pantry to grab some tea leaves. ]

Your usual, then?

[geophile]

Acquired taste. We've been through this.

[ he only sighs, eyeing him as he stretches and walks past. stolen gazes like these were common - he just makes sure to do it when wallace isn't looking. call it a private appreciation. ]

Please and thank you.

[hydrophyte]

Poison~! [ he calls back to him in a sing-song voice. srry steven u will not win the energy drink battle. he sets the tea aside and leaves the water be, moving over to sit on the back of the couch again while they wait. ]

Did you want to watch something?

[geophile]

[ he can't help but roll his eyes at that. whatever they were, when it came down to it, they'd always end up bickering like this. it was friendly and familiar, and just what steven wants to take solace in.

he glances over to the tv and hums. that's definitely one possibility... ]

If you can find something. Preferably something that doesn't require paying too much attention.

/rings little gay bell

[hydrophyte]

[ it was a day like any other - except steven was dressed up in a butler's tuxedo, and he was dressed up as old money. heels, a little black dress with a slit up the side of his skirts, some thigh-highs... he looked good, to say the least.

so it wasn't a day like any other at all.

steven had promised him a day of whatever he wanted, and he'd chosen this little roleplay scenario... and well, steven had agreed. so here they were.

wallace gives a stretch of his long legs, giving steven a nice view as he does. ]

Help me out of these heels, if you would.

NICE

[geophile]

[ while the result of this was technically a lost bet, steven can't quite find it in himself to object to what wallace had in mind. if he looks good in a suit, he looks fantastic in a butler's tuxedo - and wallace looks even better. they're eye candy to each other, and steven's found himself falling into his role quite comfortably. ]

Right away.

[ he watches him stretch out as he crouches down on one knee to do as he asks. it's hard not to stare, especially when he's wearing all of that... but he does his best to hold back. ]

oh good im glad u like ///

[hydrophyte]

[ he likes getting dolled up - and a dress doesn't intimidate him. he looks good in long gowns, since he's all leg. ]

I've been on my legs all day... so why not a massage too?

[geophile]

As you wish.

[ every order he's been given today had been replied to in that manner - a butler doesn't dare to object to his master's orders, after all. but since this is wallace, he knows that he can toe the edges of what's part of the act and what they really want - in this case, it's how his forehead touches to his knee before he looks up at him under inquisitive, slightly hooded lashes. ]

Is there any particular way you'd prefer?

[hydrophyte]

Mm... make it romantic. I leave it up to your interpretation.

[geophile]

To leave that much to the imagination... you play a dangerous game, master.

[ but of course, he'll do as instructed. he elects to leave the thigh-highs on - those are a touch that he's indulging in himself. but he'll work them into his pressured, relaxing presses of his thumbs in circular motions, up his calves and to the sides and backs of his knees.

when he reaches his thighs, he doesn't hesitate to trail his lips to their inner parts, grazing the slights of skin with his lips as his gloved hands trail up to his hips. it's a tease, and he doesn't intend to be a passive player in this game of theirs. ]

all that kinky shit

[geophile]

[ when you're running one of the largest technology companies in the world, keeping a clean PR record is imperative to staying on top of the game. steven takes pride in maintaining such a persona, with the air of a refined gentleman topping his prestigious status at the head of the business world.

but as is almost stereotypical of businessmen like him, having the world's eyes on you can be quite stressful at times. while steven is good at hiding it, he's no exception to the rule - whenever devon has a new, state-of-the-art piece of tech announced, his stress levels tend to spike. and as is also stereotypical of businessmen like him, his ways of alleviating said stress are a bit... unorthodox.

when times like these arise, he always sends a text to the one person that he knows that can help him. ]

Are you busy?

So Enlighten Me

[hydrophyte]

[ wallace is an artist - a designer. he's crafted clothing for people from all walks of life - the rich, the poor, the regular. he made everyone look good. steven stone was no exception, as a childhood friend, his best friend, and something of a lover. it wasn't the most traditional of relationships - they were both busy and rarely had time to rest from their busy lives, and both understood that.

so this sort of relationship... it worked. especially when they both needed to let off some steam.

steven was usually the one to call first - while it had its own headaches, managing an entire company definitely put more stress on him than designing did wallace. he's idly drawing up some new designs as his phone vibrates. he grabs his phone with one hand, taking a sip of some tea with the other as his eyes shift to scan the message.

then he pauses, sets down his tea, and smirks. ]

Not at all.

[geophile]

[ while wallace is world-renown in his own circles as steven is in his own, the two have never actually been linked together in anything more than idle hunches from the media. they're always busy enough that there is never any substantial fuel for the rumour mill, and they make sure to be careful whenever their relationship falls under that of two lovers. they've both understood that they're non-committal, but that doesn't mean that they couldn't have fun.

they have their non-scheduled routine by now, and steven has no qualms in being the one to initiate the conversation. ]

Good.
Come over tonight.

[ it isn't a question, but a statement; an order, almost. ]

[hydrophyte]

[ and there it was - reading those three little words makes excitement swoop in his stomach, makes heat curl in his groin. this was where it all began - not just as soon as he arrived in steven's posh little penthouse. he bites his bottom lip, leaving the text there for a moment, just enjoying the little thrill it gives him to sit there and re-read it a few times. eventually a reply comes, and it's what steven is used to by now, surely; ]

Yes sir.

[ even just typing it gets him excited. he abandons his work for the night, getting changed into something a bit more exciting (underneath his clothing, of course) before hailing a cab and heading on his way to steven's house with a useless bag and some paperwork that meant absolutely nothing but to build a possible alibi if necessary. it was already night, but that didn't dissuade the paparazzi any. when he gets to his apartment he breezes in easily, buzzing to be let in. ]

[geophile]

[ while steven is seasoned at hiding his emotions behind a cool and collected facade that can translate through text, the proposal is exciting for him as well. the very reply alone that wallace gives him makes his lips curl into a smile, and he can feel the anticipation in his chest. the excitement he felt whenever they did this never seemed to diminish - it's become something that he can look forward to (or devoid himself of for a while, only to experience the sweetness of delayed gratification and keep things fresh).

he's prepared what they need for the night in his bedroom (simple, yet lavish in the vein of a man of his status), closing the door save for a crack when he hears the buzz for his visitor in the lobby. he's left his suit jacket behind in anticipation for this, with his waistcoat and tie still remaining to adhere to his kept persona, but his dress shirt sleeves hiked to his elbows.

he doesn't need to check to know who's at the door, letting him in without a word. the front door is open, of course. ]

[hydrophyte]

[ it's wallace's favourite look on him - maybe he's conditioned by now to enjoy seeing those rolled-up sleeves on him - that and he just looked so good with it. when he gets to design him shirts its a look he goes for often... elements so willing.

he's buzzed in and saunters up to steven's floor easily. when he's in front of his door he doesn't bother to knock, just walking in as he always does. this is the part that changes every time now, though - where the variety starts up. he sets down his useless bag, but he leaves the rest of his clothing on - this is steven's time, after all. no shirt no shoes no service? everything off? he's in his hands now. ]

You rang?