[Honestly, Dito's been feeling mighty sick of the cold. It reminds him of the times he'd had to schlep to and from the Land of Mountains, up sharply inclining paths and with blistering winds taking bites out of his face. Couldn't even stave off the cold with a decent bath, either. The more he thinks about the intoxicating warmth of a hot spring soak, the more appealing it is.]
so where is this place? is there a procession of naked guys to show me where to go or what?
(Honestly? Dirk is sick of the cold too. He was a Texan through and through and he was fed up with the snow. It cramped his style too. No outfit looked good in this shit.)
It's out in Darcmouth. I can get naked and show you where to go if it puts you in the right mindset for it.
Or I can just show you where it is the normal way. With clothes on. No dick directionals are needed.
[Ugh. Of course it's by a lighthouse. Things are never easy for old Dito, are they?]
fine. be there in a few.
[Some time later Dito finds himself once again near the crashing waves and maritime stink of the ocean. And unfortunately, where there's water there's sure to be wind, as is evidenced when a particularly chilly breeze whips across the stony cliff. Dito shivers violently, his body curling inward in a futile attempt to protect himself from the bitter cold.]
Hhhh-- This better be worth it or I'm gonna be f-fuh-cking pissed...
(Dirk's there not even a second later. He's dressed in a leather jacket and matching gloves. To his credit, he doesn't even shiver, instead smirking down at Dito. It took an enormous amount of effort not to shiver, but the desire to be insufferable made it worth it.)
Aww. Baby, do you want me to carry you there? I can fly. Make it real quick for both of us.
[Dito scowls, feeling chagrin suffuse his face with heat. Fucking dickhead. He's already starting to regret letting this guy lead him anywhere.]
I'm not a baby, asshole. I'm 22.
[It doesn't sound as forceful and adult as he wanted it to, and he sulkily turns his coat lapels up and begins stalking off in what he hopes is the right direction.]
Oh shit, really? That's one year older than me. (Except he didn't really get the vibe that this guy had been younger than him either. It was all about the attitude. Even with the young face, there had just been no way in hell this dude was an actual teenager.)
Okay, all right.
(He follows after Dito. Thankfully it wasn't actually that far. It was a bit of an annoying hike, for sure, and even Dirk didn't bother with too much quipping. He actually did hate the cold too. It fucked with his hair.
When they get to the actual hot springs, he relaxes somewhat.)
Trust me, this will feel great. (Said more to himself than Dito, actually. As he had warned, there were mostly guys lurking around, some already glancing at them with interested looks. Dirk keeps it steady though, not looking back, which is enough that some of the looks start fading.)
You down with a private room with me or are you gonna get delicate about that too?
[Sorry, Dirk. Dito's a little sensitive about anything that might be a dig on his age. Plus he comes from a time in which "baby" hasn't been used as a term of endearment yet. Dito for his part is surprisingly quiet as well, with only a few soft noises of pain and whispered curses when the wind kicked up.
It's a mercy when they finally reach the hot springs, and Dito can't help himself-- he lets out a soft moan of anticipation as he sees the steam rising lazily into the air. The sound causes a few men nearby to glance over at him, but Dito doesn't seem to notice at all. He turns to Dirk and fixes him a glare.]
I'm not delicate, either. Two-person room's fine. Better than randomly getting grouped up with some freak.
[...Okay, so maybe he has noticed the stares he's getting.]
(Fair enough, really. Dirk didn't even really know the full spectrum of what other people were used to yet. Dirk nods at the consent and gets them hooked up.
He gets a set of towels and robes and heads off. He wasn't thinking of much except hoping he got the one he usually did. It's a small spring tucked off to the side, away enough from bigger springs that it was quiet.)
Here.
(Passing Dito a towel and robe.
Dirk isn't really shy so he strips down quickly, setting his clothes aside and getting into his robe. Normally he took his shades off for this, but he can't just ruin the image with another guy around. So the shades stay on, even as he drops the robe and dips into the water.
[Dito is by no means a prude. After so much time spent being Five's toy, his approach to sex was almost perfunctory in its nonchalance-- it felt good, it passed the time, and both parties generally got something out of it. He was no more squeamish at the sight of nudity than he was at the sight of blood and gore, considering how many men and women Five chose to take to her bed... and how often she made him watch. But he was still expecting a separate changing room or something, and so it comes as a bit of a surprise when Dirk just... disrobes. Right in front of him. And looking at the man as he slips off the robe and sinks into the water, Dito curses himself for agreeing to share a room with this guy.
He's not as thick as Decadus was, or as muscular as Cent. His body has a sleek, wiry look to it, like the bodies of the wolves Dito sometimes encountered in the Land of Mountains. Like the athletic figures of the dancers Five occasionally called to entertain her. He moves like he's confident in his own skin, like he knows exactly how to manipulate his body in order to immediately catch people's eye.
Jackass. Asshole. Fucking attention whore.
Were it not for the inviting heat rising off of the water, Dito would probably make an excuse to leave, to come back at another time when he can be all alone and away from Dirk's discerning eyes. But the thought of trekking back through the blistering cold is even more distasteful than undressing in front of this guy. Dito removes his coat first, tossing it on a chair in the corner of the room. The shirt follows suit, as do the pants and undergarments. His body is slender and lithe, not nearly as defined as Dirk's is, and if Dirk is even the slightest bit perceptive it's obvious he's self-conscious about it.
Quickly, with the air of someone trying a little too hard to come across as uncaring, Dito strides over and finds a spot across from Dirk. The blissful warmth of the water overtakes him as soon as he sits down, and another moan escapes his lips before he can stop himself.]
(Dirk is, unsurprisingly, oblivious to what the hell is going on. His body is tightly chorded with muscle, with pronounced scars over his biceps, chest, and back, but one in particular sticks out around his neck. The scars are raised, pale white against his skin, disturbing an otherwise consistent pattern of freckles. He is effortless in the way he lounges back, arms resting on the edge and head tipped to stretch the muscles in his neck.
He doesn't watch Dito change. Mostly out of respect. Ironically, if Dito were a woman, he probably would have been less concerned with avoiding looking, mostly because of his natural indifference towards their bodies. But Dito's a guy and...Well. You know. Dirk's into that and he feels a bit like a perv looking at some guy's body without their permission. So his eyes are actually shut behind his shades when Dito disrobes, as interested as he kind of honestly was, but he's behaving.
He finally does look though when there's the sound of water and then Dito's relief. Dirk looks over at him, instantly grinning.)
Maybe later, sweetheart. I'm trying to relax right now. (God he really is insufferable, isn't he. He is glad that Dito likes it though. Well worth the trip and the sort of bitching along the way. His eyes glance quickly over what he can see of Dito, but he's just as quick to look away. Look at Dito's face. Man, he's so good at this.)
[Fortunately, all of Dito's discomfort and insecurities had immediately scurried back into the recesses of his mind the second he stuck one foot into the glorious hot spring. He is loose, looser than he's been in a while, and it shows in the blissful relaxation of his face. Dito sinks further into that intoxicating heat up to his shoulders, his long bangs hanging in his face as he tilts his head back and closes his eyes.
A soft, pleasurable sound that might have started out as words pulses in his throat. His second try is more articulate, though the slightly slurred speech and the dopey drunken smile on his face might tell Dirk more than anything Dito could possibly say.]
Gonna have to trek back to Trench on your own, pal. I don't care if I turn into a boiled prune-- I am never leaving this place.
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so where is this place? is there a procession of naked guys to show me where to go or what?
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It's out in Darcmouth. I can get naked and show you where to go if it puts you in the right mindset for it.
Or I can just show you where it is the normal way. With clothes on. No dick directionals are needed.
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[His mind harkens back to Zero suddenly, and not without a strange pang of wistfulness.]
where should I meet you?
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Let's meet at the Lighthouse's lamp.
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fine. be there in a few.
[Some time later Dito finds himself once again near the crashing waves and maritime stink of the ocean. And unfortunately, where there's water there's sure to be wind, as is evidenced when a particularly chilly breeze whips across the stony cliff. Dito shivers violently, his body curling inward in a futile attempt to protect himself from the bitter cold.]
Hhhh-- This better be worth it or I'm gonna be f-fuh-cking pissed...
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Aww. Baby, do you want me to carry you there? I can fly. Make it real quick for both of us.
(He lifts the side of his jacket.)
I can even let you cozy in.
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I'm not a baby, asshole. I'm 22.
[It doesn't sound as forceful and adult as he wanted it to, and he sulkily turns his coat lapels up and begins stalking off in what he hopes is the right direction.]
Let's just get moving, all right?
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Okay, all right.
(He follows after Dito. Thankfully it wasn't actually that far. It was a bit of an annoying hike, for sure, and even Dirk didn't bother with too much quipping. He actually did hate the cold too. It fucked with his hair.
When they get to the actual hot springs, he relaxes somewhat.)
Trust me, this will feel great. (Said more to himself than Dito, actually. As he had warned, there were mostly guys lurking around, some already glancing at them with interested looks. Dirk keeps it steady though, not looking back, which is enough that some of the looks start fading.)
You down with a private room with me or are you gonna get delicate about that too?
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It's a mercy when they finally reach the hot springs, and Dito can't help himself-- he lets out a soft moan of anticipation as he sees the steam rising lazily into the air. The sound causes a few men nearby to glance over at him, but Dito doesn't seem to notice at all. He turns to Dirk and fixes him a glare.]
I'm not delicate, either. Two-person room's fine. Better than randomly getting grouped up with some freak.
[...Okay, so maybe he has noticed the stares he's getting.]
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He gets a set of towels and robes and heads off. He wasn't thinking of much except hoping he got the one he usually did. It's a small spring tucked off to the side, away enough from bigger springs that it was quiet.)
Here.
(Passing Dito a towel and robe.
Dirk isn't really shy so he strips down quickly, setting his clothes aside and getting into his robe. Normally he took his shades off for this, but he can't just ruin the image with another guy around. So the shades stay on, even as he drops the robe and dips into the water.
Fuck. Okay.)
I'm a goddamn genius. (This felt amazing.)
(cw: vague mention of sexual abuse)
He's not as thick as Decadus was, or as muscular as Cent. His body has a sleek, wiry look to it, like the bodies of the wolves Dito sometimes encountered in the Land of Mountains. Like the athletic figures of the dancers Five occasionally called to entertain her. He moves like he's confident in his own skin, like he knows exactly how to manipulate his body in order to immediately catch people's eye.
Jackass. Asshole. Fucking attention whore.
Were it not for the inviting heat rising off of the water, Dito would probably make an excuse to leave, to come back at another time when he can be all alone and away from Dirk's discerning eyes. But the thought of trekking back through the blistering cold is even more distasteful than undressing in front of this guy. Dito removes his coat first, tossing it on a chair in the corner of the room. The shirt follows suit, as do the pants and undergarments. His body is slender and lithe, not nearly as defined as Dirk's is, and if Dirk is even the slightest bit perceptive it's obvious he's self-conscious about it.
Quickly, with the air of someone trying a little too hard to come across as uncaring, Dito strides over and finds a spot across from Dirk. The blissful warmth of the water overtakes him as soon as he sits down, and another moan escapes his lips before he can stop himself.]
Ohhh fuck me--
(cw: references to suicide via decapitation
He doesn't watch Dito change. Mostly out of respect. Ironically, if Dito were a woman, he probably would have been less concerned with avoiding looking, mostly because of his natural indifference towards their bodies. But Dito's a guy and...Well. You know. Dirk's into that and he feels a bit like a perv looking at some guy's body without their permission. So his eyes are actually shut behind his shades when Dito disrobes, as interested as he kind of honestly was, but he's behaving.
He finally does look though when there's the sound of water and then Dito's relief. Dirk looks over at him, instantly grinning.)
Maybe later, sweetheart. I'm trying to relax right now. (God he really is insufferable, isn't he. He is glad that Dito likes it though. Well worth the trip and the sort of bitching along the way. His eyes glance quickly over what he can see of Dito, but he's just as quick to look away. Look at Dito's face. Man, he's so good at this.)
Absolutely worth it, right?
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A soft, pleasurable sound that might have started out as words pulses in his throat. His second try is more articulate, though the slightly slurred speech and the dopey drunken smile on his face might tell Dirk more than anything Dito could possibly say.]
Gonna have to trek back to Trench on your own, pal. I don't care if I turn into a boiled prune-- I am never leaving this place.