robopriest | PC WITH ANAXAGORAS

Fine.

[It must be a bit like opening a Christmas present. This really is unbecoming of him, eager to see a man's bare chest. Shame, shame. He's piling on the sins left and right.]

[He pulls himself back, even as his hands tuck against the other's hips. Just to hold him. He doesn't want to let go.]

Go for it. My love.

[ Anaxagoras has never done this in the first place, showing off himself so ... boldly in front of another. But, once he sits up, he is in prime position to do exactly that. Though, he doesn't bother suppressing the giddy feeling that arises at the term of endearment, eye creasing a bit in obvious appreciation. Perhaps ridiculous of him to be so taken by it...yet, all the same, ultimately reasonable. ]

Someone is eager, hm?

[ He teases with a light tone, but ultimately pleased the man holds on, and right away, he seemlessly begins to take off his clothing. The top half of that little coat, followed by loosening the belt, which makes it easier to shrug off this nightmare of an outfit with just the top half. By the way...he is purposefully doing this slowly, and his one eye at one point keeps his gaze on Hansa, fingers lingering on his own skin, as he is making this sensual - even when divesting himself of those black long gloves. ]

But, how long can you resist touching me, even like this?

[ Anaxagoras throws a cheeky smirk with as much ease as breathing. It's fairly easy to see that he has a slim form, unsurprisingly - unblemished, except for the chest void that is clearly consistently exposed in his normal attire. ]

You know I can't.

[He is eager. He's nervous. He's liable to explode and fall apart and put himself back together. Barely anything has happened. But just like with the kiss, this is a step forward into a grand beautiful unknown.]

[His beloved works on this outfit with so many parts, like a puzzle. It is both a show, and a damn tease, because he feels like he needs to be kissing him over all these unblemished areas. The shoulders. The arms. The neck. This slender chest. And...]

[Hansa does reach out despite himself, fingertips hovering over this strange void he finds. He has noticed it before, but now...]

Is this also...like your eye, then?

[ Both of them still are wading through uncharted territory, even if the same currents remain very similar to the ones they traversed before. Anaxagoras is, fortunately, becoming accustomed to this - even if the reactions that rise through him are constant, reminding him of how alive he is.

How that excitement and nervousness burns through him like the first time he kissed Hansa.

He also can't help but feel naught but pure satisfaction when Hansa's fingers come closer to him, after the admission that escapes him - though, they still just hover despite their proximity. ]

A result of some experimental creativity that resulted in something so inexplicable, yes. Although, I wouldn't want anyone to so much as have visible sight of my missing eye, unlike this.

...By the way, just in case you may believe laying your hand here will hurt, you don't need to be concerned about it.

[ That said, it isn't somewhere he'd allow just anyone touch, mind. Though, speaking of 'touch', he will reach out with one hand to lay against Hansa's cheek for a moment, fingers carressing it gently. ]

But, if you're going to do so, I want you to undress a bit after. I'm already impatient to see more of you as well.

Experimental creativity, huh.

[The man is practically a mad scientist. And a man who has lived countless lives to boot. His idea of his own existence is something else, indeed. To allow such changes to his body...]

[Wait.]

[He laughs a little, leaning into that carress.]

Pot would be calling kettle black if I commented more. You'll see.

[He's one to talk, he means. His own touch makes contact, drifting down the swell of his chest, before he pulls back to roll up his top. Hansa pulls it up and over his head, discarding it.]

[He looks like one would expect him to around his neck and upper chest. It's the rest that's drastically different. Metal inlaid plates make the rest of his chest and abdomen, and his shoulders and arms are complete prosthetics. His hands almost look like flesh-colored gloves, like this.]

[The remnant of the other's teeth are already healed quite well, much to his chagrin.]

[Hansa's eye dips down, a little vulnerable.]

There...isn't much for you to bite, here.

[ Anaxagoras certainly is.

Although, he has to wonder what is it that's going through Hansa's mind, after he gives the laugh that he does - endearing as ever. But, he is arching one eyebrow when he makes the remark, stoking his natural curiosity further.

He waits! Though, he is not able to suppress a shiver from when Hansa let his own brief touch wander - and then, afterwards, his gaze is intent as the other man divests himself of his attire. The top being taken off and showing off where metal is laid upon his body in lieu of proper skin.

Anaxagoras can't help but reach out to let his fingers touch the material, from the abdomen, to the chest, and also eventually to his shoulders as well as arms. His gaze is filled with fascination, immense appreciation, and wonder. ]

Oh no, I suppose not.

[ Then, his lips curl upwards, as he angles his head downward to press his lips against where the man's heart should lay if it were situated normally - against the metal plate. He cares not how different it feels from the usual, warm skin; he then also pulls back, smile still on his face, albeit more gentle, clear as day. Just so the other man can see it too.

...Before then he lays his head against Hansa. ]

Coincidentally, there is much for myself to love and appreciate and to show in actions that shall be remembered in history itself.

Yes, to be able to witness the evidence behind the strength of the arms I've been held within multiple times is exciting in a way beyond words.

Know it well, Hansa. A physical, tangible mark doesn't have to be engraved upon you to provide as irrefutable proof of the sentiments I have for you.

[ He believes that the man may have concerns that the feeling or appearance of metal may be lacking. But, to Anaxagoras, it is exciting and loveable, just as much as the rest of him. ]

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