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tell him how pretty he is

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[keenly]

He's not sure which of them has been stalling more. Might as well just start.

The first smack is experimental--just enough to sting and redden the flesh. Colin flexes his hand, considering the level of pain based on the sting in his own hand, and decides it can be a little harder. The more times he strikes, the more the sting in his hand becomes a sort of constant tingle, like eating spicy food. He glances at Bene now and then to see how he's doing.

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Bene isn't sure what he expected, but this is rather worse-- it does actually hurt, especially when Colin hits the same spot twice, and though he's determined to keep still and prove his mettle, it becomes more difficult as they proceed.

One of the times he notices Colin checking on him, he mumbles a grudging "ow."

He's fine. He's not a wimp.

[keenly]

With the pillow on his lap, it's hard to determine whether this is sexy or not. Once Colin feels like his hand is going to be raw if he doesn't stop, he stops.

"All right," he says, pulling Bene's pants back up. "After this, my parents gave me a hug and a kiss, but that seems a bit patronizing for a grown man. How are you feeling?"

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However quick it may have been, it seems to last forever on the receiving end, and though he manages not to vocalize much, Bene's restraint has come at a cost.

"Fine," he says obstinately, but his voice quavers and he has to work hard not to sniff loudly.
Perhaps a hug and a kiss wouldn't go amiss, but he won't be the one to say it.

[muckspout]

Edgard strides in hoping to take a quick smoke and stops when he sees it’s occupied.

“Oh.” Edgard stands staring at the two of them. “Hello. Benedict, Maman” Nodding to each of them in turn.

“How are you?”

[keenly]

It would have been less bad, perhaps, if Colin hadn't been running his fingers through Bene's hand.

Or if he hadn't been saying, "Don't worry, I'll make you feel good," just as Edgard walked in.

As it is, he turns his eyes to Edgard and thanks the Maker he doesn't believe in that they weren't naked yet. At the same time, he swipes an arm in the general direction of the door.

"GET OUT!"

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Benedict's shout comes at the same time as Colin's, though his "GET THE FUCK OUT" is a little higher-pitched and deeply horrified.
He rolls quickly off of Colin's lap and then winces.

[muckspout]

Edgard throws up his hands in defense against the barrage of yelling, but then points to the hookah.

“Can I just—“ He steps forward toward it. “One puff?”

He smiles wickedly at them.

[keenly]

Colin gets up and storms toward him, preparing to just shove him out of the room.

"OUT."

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Still on the floor, Bene raises his eyebrows as things go in a rather unexpected direction.
Content to play the damsel, he doesn't intervene.

[muckspout]

Edgard laughs at Sunbeam’s Maman’s ferocity.

“Are you going to fight me then?”

He bends his head down to meet his eyes in challenge.

“Go on. I’m getting my smoke.” And steps past him.

[keenly]

And I'm getting laid! Colin wants to say, but Bene would probably faint. Instead, he takes a joint from his belt and moves to block Edgard again.

"You can have this," he hisses, holding the joint just out of reach, "if you leave. There's no elfroot in the hookah so that's pointless anyway."

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"It's not even lit, you stupid bastard!" Benedict snips from the floor, very much trying to arrange himself so as to minimize his discomfort.
"I should never have let you touch it anyway, you're so fucking filthy I'm surprised it hasn't molded."

Someone's having a bad time.

[muckspout]

Edgard swipes the joint and turns his clearly hurt eyes on Benedict for a long moment.

He leaves without a word.

[keenly]

Colin shuts the door behind Edgard and takes a deep, deep breath in through his nose before huffing it out and looking down at Bene.

"Go apologize for what you said."

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This is met with incredulity, Bene's face still hot from how this entire thing has transpired.

"What? Why?"

[keenly]

"Look, I can't stand Edgard, and he definitely owes us an apology, but you crossed a line."

He gestures toward the door, already bummed that he's probably not getting laid after all.

"You wanted consequences? This is consequences."

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For a moment, Benedict just stares up at him in sullen disbelief, looking every bit the child he insists he isn't. But, because he isn't a child, he is able to reason that he'd rather not sign up for a round two-- would Colin do that? maybe it's best not to find out-- and it might be best to cut his losses on this one.

But he's not going to be happy about it.

He gets up, casts a sulky glare at Colin as he passes him, and goes out, letting the door slam shut behind him. Fine.


"Edgard," he calls grudgingly, since the man can't have gone too far, just up or down the stairs.

[muckspout]

Edgard is down the stairs a floor. He stops, but doesn’t turn around or look up.

“Yes?”

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It's probably better if he doesn't.

Benedict fights with himself for a good ten seconds before he mutters, "sorry. For saying that."
He doesn't sound too sorry.

[muckspout]

Edgard pauses in response.

“No, you’re not.” He runs a hand through his hair. “But, I am sorry for barging in and messing with you.” He sounds pretty genuine.

Edgard still doesn’t move or look at him. He takes insults pretty hard.

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"Just--"

With an exasperated sigh, Benedict pushes his hair back out of his face. Fine, maybe he feels a little bad, but just a little.

"...maybe just don't tell anyone about it," he mumbles, lowering his voice considerably.

[muckspout]

Edgard scrunches up his face in confusion.

“Why?” He turns around and looks up now. “I won’t.” He reassures him. “But, why?”

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Benedict looks incredulous.

"...because--"

His face begins to flush, at least as much as it can for one of his complexion.

"--well because it's. Private." Did he just show his hand by accident?

[muckspout]

Privacy is a bit of a foreign concept to Edgard. His face remains scrunched up.

“Alright.” He says. “Just nothing wrong with it, that’s all.”