Something to Hold on to [Clockwise Dream]

For a moment, there was a soft yet calculating look in Volkan's eyes, and they were stuck on Lionel's face, his lips, his laugh, and he couldn't help but suspect the man's words to be somehow untrue. A comparison to a whole three-hour performance sounded really tiring after all. But he only nodded, eventually. Whether Lionel was belittling his exhaustion for that night or not, Volkan knew for sure that it took a lot of effort anyway.

And that's what made him love this gift instantly.

"Well," he started, dismissing that matter, "if y'ever get too tired, especially for the Circus, don't hesitate to say so. I'll give you a massage." He meant his words and he was as serious as his face was now straight once again. But he had looked away from Lionel, and let his eyes stay on his desk, unable to make direct eye contact while saying too many words just like what he did just now.
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Volkan was a little disappointed that Lionel got to ask him first about food, before he could, because he would really want to cook for Lionel too sometime. But that didn't show on his face, as he turned his gaze back to the said man, and was about to reply when Lionel spoke again and...

He didn't realize until then, but maybe it's what he's been wanting from Lionel for quite some time now. A date. The word echoed in his mind, and there was a sudden erratic thump in his chest for a moment, caused by the thought of Lionel wanting the same thing, and actually being able to say it out loud, unlike him.

"I think... food should come after," he said, mostly because the massage was something more immediate, since Lionel was still stiff at the moment. Volkan's face was having a really hard time showing his honest emotions, so he could only hope Lionel could easily read through him and past that rigid face.

"I mean... It's not as pleasant to go out while you're all stiff and tired like that... right?"

Of course, that meant 'yes'.
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Volkan chuckled. He didn't expect this, not really, but the small curve that forced itself on his lips, just for a split second, made his reaction clear. "Just admit you want it," he teased, or at least tried to. He stood up, pulling Lionel close, and then softly pushed the man to the bed and let him lay down on his stomach, before Volkan removed his jacket and hovered astride over him.

He bent down and pressed Lionel's back with his thumbs, tracing the curves and muscles on the man's shoulders and down to their blades, and down to both side of his spine. Volkan's palms were hot, as he had intently made them warmer, knowing what relief heat brought.

"You still feel stiff, Lionel," he muttered, bending even a little closer. He was eventually using his whole hands, his presses on hard muscles strong, and hard, and hot, yet soft and careful at the same time. And as he did so, he can't help but be taken by the feeling of the other man's skin against his own. He hadn't guessed it felt so nice to touch him...

Those big hands on Lionel's back moved like they were exploring him, the fingertips searching for the points that made the man both melt and stiffen at the same time. Volkan wasn't spacing out, but his hands soon moved lighter, as they moved to caress the other's sides and lower back. He leaned forward and tilted his head to the side, in attempt to check what expression Lionel could be making.

"But... You like this, don't you..?" he asked, rather meekly, worried for a short moment that Lionel might in fact dislike this, though everything else assured him otherwise. As if to get a more genuine reaction-- instead of words-- Volkan moved his hands to Lionel's hips and lower back, pressing a few points just above his hips.
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Volkan's eyes were piercing through Lionel's skin, especially as the said man made more noises which were more than welcome to his ear. Somehow, Volkan's thoughts were slipping away, and he let his hands just do what they wanted, touching Lionel in places dangerously close to his hips-- places that made him groan.

But he eventually halted, getting up carefully and shifting back to the edge of the bed. Instead of another heated caress, he moved his hand to ruffle Lionel's hair, while, little did he know, a small amused smirk already made its way to his face.

"I might've gone a bit overboard," he said, thinking back that he liked touching Lionel a bit too much, and relieved that he was able to stop even before Lionel could make any more noise that could entice him into touching other places, and not stopping. He shouldn't even be thinking of that sort of thing yet, considering Lionel had just asked him out to a date, for the first time, and touching each other would still be far away from what they should be doing. But it was undeniable that they've always been close, and such thoughts constantly lurked inside him, even though he's never expressed them before.

Volkan closed his eyes momentarily, dismissing his pondering, and then reached Lionel's shirt and handed it to him. "Here, don't expose your back to cold air."
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