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[laughingandlyric]

[...Probably wise, all things considered.

Choking a little on another sip, he had to put the mug down a moment, flattening a hand over his mouth and giving him a look.]

...We have bathrooms, you know.

[Retorted, but with a creeping blush and a smile he couldn't quite help.

God, if anyone ever needed a blindfold, it was him!]

[affablecharm]

[Oh and he's fighting back such a smirk right now. Look at that self control.]

Not bathrooms that are as comfortable as your bed is sure to be. But that's neither here nor there considering I am not blindefolded while finishing this cocoa.

[laughingandlyric]

[That's it! He's drinking the cocoa quickly now, because the sooner he was blindfolded and a little less sure of himself, the better!

Honestly, totally incorrigible.]

[affablecharm]

Don't choke please.

[Because he noticed the difference in his pace of drinking the cocoa. Grinning just a little, he went to finish his own, taking big gulps of the warm liquid.]

[laughingandlyric]

[So help him, if that was another euphemism...

Finishing in record time, absolutely blushing now, he set the cup in the sink, rinsed it, and then shot Reynaud a stare. Okay.

He could do this. (He was almost halfway sure.)]

We're going upstairs.

[affablecharm]

[It wasn't meant to be... but it could be if he wanted~

Licking his lips as he finished his own mug, he smiled at Jehan and went to rinse his own cup before turning to him.]

As you wish~

[laughingandlyric]

[Insert 1950's keysmash here. aihfiahGOLLYaihfia ect.

That tone. Augh.

More committed to this plan then ever (Rey had a game plan for absolutely everything, he knew how to move, what to say, how to say it... there had to be a way to take away all of the easy, learned, boring stuff and see what he was like as a normal human being rather than Eros in a sock-hop outfit), he led the way upstairs.

He'd pause outside of his bedroom though, turning back to him.]

Scratch that. I am taking your tie.

[Decided, before promptly reaching up to go and unknot it. He'd never been inside of his bedroom, and maybe it would help for him not to know where anything was, not have a clue of what his surroundings were like. To be just a little bit lost.]

[affablecharm]

[Eros in a sock hop outfit... He would have loved to hear that comparison. He nearly bumped into Jehan when they stopped outside his door, raising an eyebrow at the abrupt change of plans.

He gave a slow shrug of his shoulders and moved his hands up to help Jehan remove the tie in question, fingers brushing his whenever possible.]

Very well, as long as you're careful with it.

[laughingandlyric]

I know how to untie it, Rey...

[But he didn't mind the help, oh my god, did you use superglue to tie this, what is a real tie knot the brushing of hands so often.

Once it was free from around his neck, he went to gently loop it over his head, covering his eyes over, then a second time, before tying it off in the side, in a sloppier knot.

(You can have that ironed, right?)

There, though. A blindfold.

Leaning in very carefully, so that he hopefully wouldn't notice, he waited until his mouth was close to his ear to whisper,]

You can't take it off until I say so, all right?

[Then, pulling away and leaving the door open for him; but not waiting up;]

Come in.

[affablecharm]

[And Courfeyrac, though grinning, remained obediently still as Jehan finally took the tie off and tied it over his eyes. When Jehan leaned in close to whisper, he had to suppress the chill in his spine, but couldn't fight the breathy chuckle that escaped.]

Of course... I'll play by the rules.

[For once. But Jehan was already in and Courfeyrac had to put his hands out to make sure he wasn't going to run into anything.]

[laughingandlyric]

[He'd watch him totter a few steps before taking pity... well. Kind of.

Reaching out to take him by the collar, he'd tug him forward carefully, before pressing a solid kiss to his mouth. And, before he could adjust to that too well, he pulled back to kiss at his throat, and then his ear... before promptly sitting them both down on the bed.]

Thank you.

[affablecharm]

[As soon as he felt the hands at his collar, he followed the movements carefully... And was immediately shocked by the kiss. It was quite something being the one surprised by the kissing instead of doing the surprising. Even when he very nearly settled, it had ended and there was an audible gasp as Jehan kissed at his throat and ear...

He flopped onto the bed with a breathless sort of laugh, hand searching for Jehan's to only find the bedspread first... then his thigh. Well, he'd let it linger there for now.]

Dear God, Jehan...

[laughingandlyric]

[Smiling at the overall effect, he couldn't help but laugh a little; cheerfully; when Courfeyrac had to grope around a bit, and ultimately ended up grabbing his thigh. Well... that was getting a little personal, but it was still a bit foppish, and cute. Not as 'smooth' as usual, and that put him at ease; made it more fun.]

You don't have to call me God. Just pointing it out.

[Chided, in return for the earlier service comment.

Leaning forward, he went to press another kiss to the base of his throat, and pressed his hand over the one on his leg.]

[affablecharm]

[Courfeyrac chuckled under his breath, but has by now decided that he never wants to go blind and that's that. He doesn't mind these surprises, sure... But not being able to see a damn thing will drive him crazy soon enough.

Sighing at that kiss, he gives a lopsided grin to the wall.]

You don't want me to worship you and sing your praises, then?

[laughingandlyric]

[Sorting softly and pressing his head against his chest to his his face for a moment, he agreed,]

No, too humiliating... besides, wouldn't that be a very short song?

[Idly, he brought a hand forward and went to rub at his side, gaze flicking up to monitor his expression, to see where he best liked those fingers to be. Another little advantage of having eyesight on your side.]

[affablecharm]

No, I'm certain I could turn it into several hymnals worth of praises...

[.... That was a truly unfair advantage. While Jehan does that, he toes take in a deeper breath, tension relieving just a little. Not the most responsive reaction, but a slight one in any case.]

[laughingandlyric]

Really? Well. By all means, then. I like all forms of poetry, even those in song. Go ahead.

[Decided, with a little grin on his face, pulling his hand away to instead lay down on the bed and prop his chin on his hands, watching him.]

Waiting.

[affablecharm]

[...... Damn it.

He turns when he hears him shift and move... making a rather pathetic sound at that.]

You would have to allow me time, Jehan... I am not capable of singing a tune off hand.

[laughingandlyric]

Oh. No?

[Was that a slightly disappointed note? You're probably only imagining it, Reynaud...

Or are you?]

I mean, you insisted, that's all. But that's all right; we can't all be off-the-cuff creative.

[Challenge: issued.

And actually? He was having fun. Rey was a lot cuter when he wasn't... well. Just reacting without thinking, because it came too easy to him.

His natural charm was more... well. Charming.]

Should I make up one for you instead then? I don't promise it will be any good, but I could try.

[affablecharm]

I... well, it's a little difficult when I am blindfolded.

[... He accepts that challenge, but dear lord it's going to be difficult. Biting his lip, he nods a little.]

Everything you come up with is beautiful, Jehan... Even when you swear it isn't. You're far more creative with your word-crafting than I could ever hope to be.

[laughingandlyric]

[And there's a blink and an honest-to-goodness look of flat-out surprise (that he's glad Courfeyrac can't see), because... he hadn't actually expected him to do it. Not really. Much less say something so kind.]

...Oh. Um.

Thank you, Rey. That's really nice of you.

[Sitting up a little, he tilted his head, regarding him.]

Words are tricky, I think. Maybe; and I'm not saying it's true; but maybe I can write them better than you; but you speak them better than I do. You're such a natural speaker... you're very easy to talk to. So I don't think you're any less creative, or less pretty, with words.

[affablecharm]

[The quiet was enough to give him an idea of the kind of look Jehan had... But as he continued, Courfeyrac smiled, almost bashfully. It was hard to tell, seeing as he was blindfolded.]

I'm glad you think so, Jehan... I think, because of this and all, we'd make a great pair... I can speak what you cannot write and you can write what I cannot speak. We are the perfect compliments to the other.

[laughingandlyric]

[Closing his eyes and grinning (equally bashful) into his palm, he reached out and gave him a soft tap to the chest.]

Careful, Rey. If you keep going on like that, I'll believe you.

[And he was already in his bed, so there was no reason to be so convincing.

The warning way playful, but he did mean it. He got attached easily, especially when there was a physical attraction as well as an easy friendship.]

[affablecharm]

[It was easy to catch Jehan's hand after that tap on his chest. No, his stomach didn't flutter at that.]

You mean you don't believe me?

[That was pretty upsetting. Courfeyrac might say things to flatter people, but he never says something that he doesn't believe himself.]

[laughingandlyric]

[...How was he suave even whilst blind? That had to be a genetic impossibility.

Crinkling his fingers over the other boy's, he shrugged.]

Do I believe you're sincere? Of course I do.

[And, to prove it; and maybe because he'd been a little mean tonight; he edged over, and kissed his nose.]

Do I believe you want to be tossing around phrases like 'perfect pair' at the most hopelessly romantic, serially monogamist, kind-of-queer classmate you have? No.