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witticasterI have got to get more icons for this dw one of these days. Blah blah blah, piercing. I was going to add a second bit with them in their second relationship, but I'm tired.
"I could not get a piercing," Will pointed out, a laugh caught in his throat. He did not want to sound overly dismissive of the idea when Tharkay had sounded (Will thought) quite sincere about it, but it was patently impossible. "The Navy does not strictly approve of earrings."
"Fuck the Navy," Tharkay said affably, and Will bit back a Tharkay! at the comment; it was meant without venom, after all, scandalizing though he found it. He looked up from where he was sprawled over Will's chest, the program they'd been watching on the telly entirely forgotten. Taking hold of Will's left earlobe between two fingers, he said, "Just one hoop would look very well--you could take it out when you were busy doing ship things--"
"I think I will just have to admire yours; I think it is handsome enough for the both of us."
Tharkay's face fell, if it could be said to do that--more accurately, it lost the faint suggestion of amusement and returned to its usual blank expression. He let his head fall gently back down to Will's sternum and adjusted how he lay, that his face might be out of Will's line of vision. It was difficult to guess whether this was due to disappointment or pleasure, however; as far as Will could tell, hiding his expression was Tharkay's general response to an unexpected compliment. "There are piercings the Navy would have no way of seeing."
Enough time had passed that Will had not expected to continue the conversation, nor was he prepared for Tharkay to sound so entirely nonchalant about it; his eyes widened at the suggestion. Grappling for something to say in response, he finally managed to answer with, "I have no intention to pierce that, however great my regard for you."
"I had meant your navel." Tharkay turned toward him again, smirking as he reached beneath Will's jumper to run a hand up the plane of his stomach. "I could not ask you to get a Prince Albert when I would not myself. If you wanted one, though--"
"I assure you, I do not."
"Good." The smirk softened, and Tharkay leaned up to kiss the curve of Will's jaw. "I should hate to gild the lily, so to speak."
"I could not get a piercing," Will pointed out, a laugh caught in his throat. He did not want to sound overly dismissive of the idea when Tharkay had sounded (Will thought) quite sincere about it, but it was patently impossible. "The Navy does not strictly approve of earrings."
"Fuck the Navy," Tharkay said affably, and Will bit back a Tharkay! at the comment; it was meant without venom, after all, scandalizing though he found it. He looked up from where he was sprawled over Will's chest, the program they'd been watching on the telly entirely forgotten. Taking hold of Will's left earlobe between two fingers, he said, "Just one hoop would look very well--you could take it out when you were busy doing ship things--"
"I think I will just have to admire yours; I think it is handsome enough for the both of us."
Tharkay's face fell, if it could be said to do that--more accurately, it lost the faint suggestion of amusement and returned to its usual blank expression. He let his head fall gently back down to Will's sternum and adjusted how he lay, that his face might be out of Will's line of vision. It was difficult to guess whether this was due to disappointment or pleasure, however; as far as Will could tell, hiding his expression was Tharkay's general response to an unexpected compliment. "There are piercings the Navy would have no way of seeing."
Enough time had passed that Will had not expected to continue the conversation, nor was he prepared for Tharkay to sound so entirely nonchalant about it; his eyes widened at the suggestion. Grappling for something to say in response, he finally managed to answer with, "I have no intention to pierce that, however great my regard for you."
"I had meant your navel." Tharkay turned toward him again, smirking as he reached beneath Will's jumper to run a hand up the plane of his stomach. "I could not ask you to get a Prince Albert when I would not myself. If you wanted one, though--"
"I assure you, I do not."
"Good." The smirk softened, and Tharkay leaned up to kiss the curve of Will's jaw. "I should hate to gild the lily, so to speak."
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on 2010-04-07 12:50 pm (UTC)They are adorable and Tharkay is perfect, lol, complementing his penis, and Tharkay being blushy, awwwww I love this.
/reads again.
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on 2010-04-07 05:45 pm (UTC)And then years later, Tharkay brings it up again, and Will is like, no, and Tharkay is like, dude, they already let you wear your hair long, what's up with that? And Will is like, I dunno, just 'cause, and eventually Tharkay convinces him to pierce one ear and they do it in Will's kitchen and Temeraire is very interested and wants his ear pierced, too, please, and while Will has suffered injuries before, it still rather hurts. :|
But I don't think I have the energy to write that one right now.
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on 2010-04-08 02:33 am (UTC)And Tharkay introduces Will to the joys of tonguing piercings, everyone wins, he says, everyone wins. Though lol, this totally means Tharkay got high with some folks he hardly knew and woke up the next morning with one of his ears pierced. Tharkay says YOU MEAN YOU WANTED TO PAY SOMEONE TO DO THIS, I can do it myself, bend over :|