wizardmanor | Floor 2, Room 4

[He allows it, though he makes no move to grip those hands back.]

... no. Mikaela said that what happened in the City could only have been done by a human-- that it was human nature to hurt others by dabbling in things they don't understand, and by treating lives like playthings out of their own selfish desires...

[... he doesn't think he needs to say a word to Day about exactly why that had cut so deeply.]

[ Oh. Oh. Now he knows what Yamato wasn't keen on going into detail about. Good old prejudices and communication issues, bane of all serenity, indeed. ]

Some people oughta meet a damn god or two, I swear. [ ...Though, he realises that is beside the point.

He gently squeezes Phil's hand. ]

And after that, your heart hasn't been able to settle.

[Phil doesn't respond to that. Instead, he just continues:]

He's right, you know. That's exactly what I did. I thought of the lives I'd created as things rather than people... it's only natural that they would hate me for that.

[Just as the automatons had hated Collodi.]

It's only natural...

[This is the answer to Day's question, albeit not in quite so many words.]

[ ...

How he wishes there was a simple answer for this pain Phil is in. But there isn't, and there won't ever be. ]

... Phil, are you plannin' on dyin'? [ Which is such a morbid thing to ask, he knows, but feels like a logical sequence, considering the deliberate parallel being drawn here and how Collodi turned out. ]

[At that, Phil's head jerks up, his eyes going wide in surprise. The very same question that Marcus had asked him not long before he'd arrived here...

He hadn't answered then-- he knew Marcus had already known the answer. And he knows that deep down Day likely knows the answer too, yet at the same time he feels that he owes at least this much honesty to him after everything.]

If that's what Ix desires, then I'll grant that wish. It's the very least I can do for him after warping him the way I have.

[But saying it feels hollow, and he can't quite grasp exactly why.]

[ Phil is right. Day had an inkling, he just didn't want to be right about it. His gaze drifts down to their hands. ]

Even though there are people who want you to live?

[ Day and Marcus, surely. Maybe other people Day doesn't know about. ]

What else can I do?

[To make up for the suffering I've caused him, is the rest of that sentence, although he doesn't say it out loud.]

I can't undo the things I've done. All I can do is whatever he asks of me now. So if that is what he wants...

[... then he'll acquiesce to Ix's request.]

[ At that, Day lets go of Phil's hand to reach up and cup his face. ]

Phil. Even if he hates you, would that Ix really want that? Truly.

[ Perhaps Day is putting entirely too much faith in Ix, but... He finds it hard to imagine. ]

[At that contact, Phil can't help but to lean his head into that hand just slightly, his eyes fluttering halfway closed. Even through the alcohol-induced haze in his mind, he knows that Day speaks the truth. He knows, and yet his heart still can't bring himself to believe it because he's so convinced it's what he deserves.

And so he sighs, letting his eyes fall closed the rest of the way and just nuzzling into Day's touch.]

[ Ah, there's his answer. What is he going to do with you, Phil...?

But watching Phil nuzzle into his hands makes his breath catch. He knows they're both tipsy, maybe they should save this for when they're both sober, especially after such a heavy conversation, but... He's wanted to kiss Phil for weeks now, and Phil looks so vulnerable that he wants to pull him close and never let go.

Day leans in, carefully tipping Phil's head so he can kiss him on the lips, gentle and sweet. ]

[Oh.

Phil's eyes snap open the moment Day's lips brush his, his own breath stuttering to a halt at that soft contact. It's warm, but more than that, it's electric, spreading out through his body like a current and making him keenly aware of every single place their bodies are touching, from their lips to Day's hand warm on his cheek (which suddenly burns so hot he feels as though he might melt away beneath this gentle touch).

He doesn't know what to do, or even what he wants to do, so instead he just stays motionless, afraid that if he moves he'll somehow break the spell and Day will pull away. All he knows is that he doesn't want this to ever stop, and if he were to disappear from existence right at this very moment he thinks he wouldn't mind having this be the last thing he felt.]

[ Day is dimly aware that this...is probably Phil's first kiss, which is weirdly exhilarating to think about, even if it also makes him a little anxious to make sure it's a good experience.

(He's Phil's first, he can lay claim on this man's body and heart, or at least a part of it. Someone he can hold onto and cling to, all to himself. His, his.)

When Phil doesn't move, he slides his other hand through Phil's hair, carefully taking it slow to take in the sensation of running it through his fingers, before settling at the back of Phil's head. He opens his mouth slightly to nip at Phil's lips, as if to ask if he can have more of him. Let him take the lead, since he's the one with experience. ]

[That's all it takes to galvanize Phil into action; his lips part immediately, seeking more, and he tilts his head to the side just enough to allow him to press closer into the kiss. The fact that he doesn't know what he's doing doesn't seem to matter so much when it's clear that Day does, and there's a certain thrill that runs through him in anticipation of what's to come for that very reason.

He's still not quite sure where to put his hands, though, at last settling on resting them against Day's chest (remembering as he does so that day on the beach where he'd seen exactly what lies beneath this shirt and feeling a fresh wave of heat reddening his cheeks at the thought). In the back of his mind he realizes that he'd like to be able to touch without the fabric in the way, but saying as much would mean having to detach his lips from Day's and that's the very last thing he wants to do right now. Instead, for now he simply tries to map out the contours of muscle beneath his palms as best he can despite the barrier.]

[ Oh. Day both is and isn't surprised, because he's always known Phil as someone shy. Until now he couldn't imagine Phil pressing closer like this, but what was that about how it's always the shy ones who turn out to be wilder than they look...?

His cheeks flush a little when he feels Phil's hands. He can hardly remember the last time he was touched like this; it's been about two years since he was last intimate with anyone and it feels like such a long time in this moment.

His hand on Phil's cheek starts to move down to brush against Phil's neck as he takes his time savouring the feel of Phil's lips against his. Once he feels that they're comfortable, he traces Phil's lips with the tip of his tongue, a tentative gesture to test the waters. Is this going too fast? Too slow? ]

Edited (Typos,) 2024-06-16 08:59 (UTC)

[If Phil's reaction is any indication, the answer would be the latter. For all of his lack of knowledge and experience, he's making up for it in enthusiasm; he wants more, as much as Day is willing to give him, only he's not sure how to make that clear beyond keeping up that wandering touch and parting his lips even more.

Day isn't pulling away or trying to stop him; that means he must be doing something right. It's a heady feeling, and while he has enough fuzzy sense left to realize that at least some of this is due to the alcohol, he can't help but feel proud that Day wants him enough to be so eager to do this. Logically, he knows exactly where this is headed, and he finds he can't think of a single good reason why they shouldn't just follow their instincts on this front.]

[ If Day were sober, this would be when he'd want to slow down. He's had his share of wild nights (with and without alcohol) and flings without strings attached; this is not what he wants with Phil. From the moment he confessed and told Phil he would love things that would be inevitably lost, Day's wanted to romance Phil properly and stay with him until they're no longer able to.

He is, however, not sober at the moment, and two years of otherwise tanked desire are hitting him with a vengeance now that he's smitten with someone. Day isn't listening to the tired romantic in him, but he is listening to how eager Phil is. So he deepens the kiss, takes it as permission to have a drink of Phil, with the hand behind Phil's head tightening ever so slightly as he pulls Phil in closer. Let him memorize Phil's taste and the warmth of his mouth. ]

[Oh. So this is what it feels like...

It's hot, and Day's mouth is soft but absolutely not gentle, and Phil should probably be thinking about the fact that he can taste the alcohol on Day's lips too except he can't think about much of anything at the moment that isn't that heat and Day's insistent tongue.

He responds in kind as best he can, hands fisting into Day's shirt to grab him and hold him there exactly where Phil wants him. There's some small portion of his mind becoming aware of the fact that heat is beginning to gather somewhere else too, but he ignores it for the moment in favor of focusing his energy into the kiss. Dimly he realizes that he's going to need to breathe at some point, then realizes that he doesn't really care about that fact right now, not when Day is apparently determined to kiss him breathless anyway.]

[ At this point, Day is dimly aware that they're both still standing and it is not exactly conducive to makeouts. He could lift Phil—he's strong enough for that—but the fuzz of the alcohol makes it seem less appealing when he can't trust himself to not drop Phil by accident.

So he's...clumsily (uncharacteristically for Day) going to try to steer them towards Phil's bed, even while they're still kissing. Or where he thinks Phil's bed is, anyway. If Day was sober he'd remember it perfectly well, but again, he is not sober. ]

[Phil at least has enough awareness left to figure out what Day is trying to do and moves easily with him, tugging gently on his shirt to lead them in the direction of the bed. He knows what this means - what Day wants from this - and he's all too eager for it, his pulse speeding up as if to keep time with their awkward fumbling.

Sober Phil would never even think of being so bold. Tipsy Phil, however, is a different creature entirely, and the moment the back of his knees bump the edge of the bed he's trying to turn just enough to push Day down into a seated position on it, because there are places he would much rather be sitting than on the bed itself.]

[ This catches Day off-guard, even knowing that Phil is being bolder than his usual shy self. He lets himself get pushed to sit on the bed, his brain trying to keep up with what's happening while still trying to kiss Phil, making a small startled noise into his mouth. Day finally has to remember to breathe, so he reluctantly pulls back (it is probably a little messy), face utterly flushed. ]

Phil...?

[ He sounds far more breathless than Phil's ever heard him be. If he was sober, he'd be able to tell what Phil's about to do immediately, but right now he just wants to look at what face Phil is making. ]

[When Day pulls away, Phil lets out a quiet, disappointed whine at the loss of that contact even though he needs to breathe just as much. It takes him a moment to focus his eyes once he opens them, licking his lips as though chasing the taste of Day left on them, his heart beating so hard that he swears he can hear it in his ears.

Day absolutely won't be disappointed by what he sees: Phil looks equally undone, breath coming hard, his own face tinged a shade of deep pink and his hair half-tugged loose from its usual neat braid. And Phil is staring right back, taking in how disheveled Day looks right now and how incredibly hot that is, and the next thing he knows he's capturing Day's face with his hands and leaning in to crush their lips back together as he moves to straddle Day's lap.

He absolutely isn't thinking about what he's doing right now; why would he be doing that when he can just be feeling instead?]

[ Oh, that. That is very hot? It's hot as hell, which would explain why Day's reason is just frying instead of whatever reaction he might have had. If he could, he'd tell Phil how beautiful he is, over and over until the man accepts it as fact.

When Phil dives back in for another kiss and climbs into his lap, Day makes no protest. One arm wraps around his waist, pulling Phil closer like he can't get enough contact. His other hand reaches up to blindly pull Phil's hair free from its braid so he can tangle his fingers in it, all the while his tongue is back to exploring Phil's mouth. More, more, that's all he can think about now.]

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[Yes, this is exactly what Phil wanted... that arm around his waist anchors him against Day's body in a way that's nothing short of possessive, pressed right up against each other until heat starts to bloom low in his stomach. He's dimly aware of Day pulling his hair free to let it cascade down his back (and it's surprisingly long when it's not twisted up like that) and then tangling his fingers in it like he wants to grab ahold of Phil and never let him go, but even that gets lost in the intensity of it all, the way it feels like Day is almost trying to devour him with those kisses.

It's both too much and not enough all at once, and Phil isn't sure what to do to solve this beyond trying to find some way to release the slowly building tension. Experimentally, he rolls his hips a little, attempting to find some tiny measure of relief...]

[ Day's body reacts before his brain does; at the sensation of Phil's hips rolling against him, he raises his own to roll back, yearning for more friction. He could drown in Phil—wants to, even. His imagination is already conjuring up images of Phil beneath him and riding him, an absolute mess. He wants to feel that heat and hear Phil's voice (it must sound wonderful, with how adorable it already is when he gets flustered).

That's when reason, or rather, the part of Day that's always wanted a wholehearted romance, finally does the equivalent of smacking him upside his head and asking him what the fuck are you doing, how is this different from any of your other flings before your sex drive tanked these past two years? Is this how you want it to go?

And a part of him doesn't really care, he just wants Phil now, but the bigger part of him that's a tired romantic says no. He wants Phil to know he's beautiful and wonderful without alcohol potentially casting doubt over their judgment. To take the time to love every part of Phil, especially the parts he can't love himself.

That's why, with great reluctance, he tries to break the kiss. ]

[It's almost too much for Phil-- that pressure of Day's hips rolling up into him sends a jolt of pleasure through his entire body; his back arches involuntarily, pushing him even closer against Day and giving him that exact friction he too had been seeking. And he needs it, needs it more than he thinks he's ever needed anything before, and somewhere in the back of his mind there's just enough sense left to finally register the heat setting his nerves alight as arousal. For once, he welcomes it rather than feeling shame about it, throwing caution to the wind and just grinding down as it's his turn to let the mantra of more, more, more ring in his mind.

Day ends up getting two of the things he wanted at once as Phil pulls back from the kiss just enough to cry out, although in practice the sound is more of a breathless moan than anything else, trailing off into something wordless and wanton.]

Oh--!

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cw: suicidal ideation here we go again

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Nsfw just to be safe

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