Texting Overflows

[magicalvoice]

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[evernohr]

[Xander feels a sudden shiver run down his spine at that sigh, though he has no idea why. Pushing that aside, he inhales the tea's delicate aroma, then takes a sip.]

This is delicious. Perhaps I'll have someone try the same blend for me back at the castle sometime.

[The flush in Xander's cheeks quickly begins to fade- that is, until he begins to read Sylvan's next messages.

There's something about reading all of that rather than listening, maybe because it takes longer and his mind conjures different images through text rather than sound, but this massage sounds even more sensual than he previously thought. The color returns to his face so soon after it faded.

It's only natural, Xander reassures himself, that he would think of sex in such a situation. It wouldn't be the first time he's seriously considered seeking out some intimate company rather than wait for marriage as his father demanded of him. One of the main fears that kept him from pursuing that path was the trauma of growing up as the only son of the first Queen, while his father slept with any woman he liked and caused chaos and heartbreak among his siblings. He feared what might happen if he wasn't careful enough, or if someone tried to take advantage and blackmail him.

His father made it clear that he had to be perfect in all ways. What room did those expectations leave for a fulfilling personal life?

Xander thought of pursuing men as well. He would feel more at ease without the risk of pregnancy, but... that still left the possibility of blackmail, which could be even more harmful thanks to the taboo.

When he contacted Sylvan, he was at his wits end with stress and frustration. And now he reads this description of a massage and wants nothing more than for Sylvan to direct some "mild touches" to more private places.

Maybe he will choose to be nude after all.]

I understand. That does sound very relaxing.

[Even if he seems more tense than before... Sylvan can't know the particular reason why that is. Seeing his host remove some of his clothes right there isn't helping him focus better, either.]

Feel free to direct me however you like. I know it won't be easy if you can't speak.

[magicalvoice]

[Sylvan nods, offering a gentle smile, and, after another moment of debate, takes his gloves off. They're not the hands of someone who has really ever seen combat, but is no stranger to hard, physical work. His nails are blunt and kept mostly short.

[It's just easier to leave what he doesn't need down here, while he's thinking on it.]

Certainly. Whenever you're ready to, we'll do it. At your pace.

[Sylvan chalks up Xander's blushing to shyness, rather than any lewd thoughts, and also busies himself with adjusting his hair, pulling the cord loose in order to retie it all higher on his head and loop it around a few times into a sort of makeshift bun.]

Regarding the tea, I'd be happy to give you some of my stash, as well as the recipe itself with the required measurements. If it brings you some happiness, I am happy to share, in kind.

[evernohr]

[Sylvan has a very nice smile. And all of that hair- he really does have a lot of hair. Even more than the men in the Hoshidan royal family, and that is already a great deal.

Xander takes a few more sips of the tea to stop himself from staring at Sylvan's hands while they work his hair up and out of the way.

Soon those hands will be on his bare skin. Hopefully Sylvan won't find the amount of scars on his body to be too off-putting.]

...Thank you. You are very generous.

[Xander stands when he feels he is ready to head upstairs, but he hesitates with the communication device in his hand, just in case Sylvan has anything else he wants to say before they go. It's strange being the only party able to speak out loud. He doesn't want to accidentally cause any insult.]

I am ready if you are.

[magicalvoice]

[Once he's ready to give this a try, Sylvan's smile lingers, and he nods. Device left on the table, he stands up and leads the way at an easy pace. His boot-clad feet make the stairs creak on the way up, and they come to a room with a softer atmosphere. A flick of a switch and the oil candles along the walls gently alight as the circuitry activates, and then he switches it off to remove the excess power use.

[Sylvan busies himself, setting up the table with a soft cloth and plush pillow made from a rolled, fluffy towel, and he pulls over a modesty curtain for Xander to disrobe behind. He offers him a towel, just in case he may meed it, and then works on pulling out the various massage oils, lining them up on another table. Each has a hand-written label of what scent they have. There's a range from floral to mildly sweet, and a few that have no scent at all.

[Once satisfied, he pulls off his outer robe and belts and tosses it over a chair, revealing a high-collared white shirt with golden trim and a pair of matching trousers. Sylvan unbuttons the sleeves and starts rolling them up his arms until they're above his elbows. He has a few scars here and there, but nothing major.]

[evernohr]

[Xander leaves his device behind as well, then follows Sylvan up the stairs and into a room that should make him feel more relaxed, but might actually accomplish just the opposite.

No- at this point he's entirely responsible for feeding into that stress. In trying to work up the courage to just let go, he has instead made himself more anxious than before.

How unbecoming of a crown prince. He can lead armies into battle, but the thought of defying his father's expectations makes his chest tighten and his shoulders stiffen.

It seems that he'll have to take the next step abruptly, in an instant, when he can't think it over any further. That is, when Xander steps behind the curtain, he exhales a slow breath and then goes on to strip himself completely naked.

That takes care of one major barrier to relaxation, and he's really rather proud of himself for making the bold choice. He still wraps the towel around his waist, of course, but otherwise tries to act casual when wandering back from the curtain to peruse the different oils. For now, Xander doesn't look over at Sylvan. He doesn't want to see his reaction, surprised or anything else. Instead he examines the oils, and ends up putting aside a few of the milder scents as his preferred options.]

Any of these should do.

[Finally, Xander turns toward Sylvan. His host looks handsome dressed in a casual manner. There's no way to know what he thinks of a body like Xander's, trained and fine-tuned throughout the years in an endless quest to seek an unobtainable perfection in battle. A multitude of scars are evidence of both his triumphs and failures throughout that journey.]

And now?

[magicalvoice]

[Sylvan nods, offering a faint smile, and gestures to the table. It'll keep his body at the perfect height so Sylvan doesn't have to bend over tremendously. For now, he inspects the oils that Xander wishes, noticing their milder aromas, and, on a whim, combines two of them, pouring some of each into the palm of his had.

[In spite of his calm demeanor, his heart pounds as he takes in Xander's body. Scars and all, Xander is beautiful. He looks away as his face turns the slightest bit pink, and he steels himself with a breath to calm down.

[But should he get comfortable on that table, Sylvan rubs his hands together to warm the oil between them, and first places a gentle touch to Xander's shoulder. He regards him in askance, caressing him with the pad of his thumb.

[Is even this small touch okay?]