he's got that dog in him

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Who: Hickey & OPEN!
What: tracking training! couples talking! dog??
When: throughout the month.
Where: in Milton and the surrounding wilds.

Content Warnings: usual Hickey warnings apply (possible talk of violence, cannibalism, starvation, Terror's everything)

( catch-alls and closed starters within. hmu if you want one! )

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[notarat]

Something about Billy's features softens a little at the words. Sure, he knows that technically it doesn't make things less risky when anything in this place is risky, but knowing that Hickey isn't going to be a total reckless idiot about this does soothe some of his worries, making them disappear from his external appearance. Like a faint weight lifting. Making sure he's safe and that Hickey is safe as well in this place is practically his top priority, after all.

"That sounds better," he says. Look, husband approval! Just for you, god's most special little guy!

Billy even leans in a moment later to press a kiss to the other's lips. He lingers like that for a moment before adding, relatively playfully enough that it seems that Hickey's words just now really did improve his mood: "You are a rather small wolf though, you know."

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Hickey indulges in the kiss, lingering in in the moment, enjoying the taste of his husband. That moment is then soured a little when Billy decides to be rude. Hickey, who has not seen his wolf form in a mirror and therefore has absolutely no idea about his size, points out,

"Oi, fuck you. I'm pretty sure he's perfectly normal sized. 'Small,' coming from a man who's so tall he hits his head on the ship's rafters." Billy may or may not do that. But every time they kiss and Hickey has to go on his tiptoes for a little bit, he feels that Billy should be doing that.

For all his complaining, it's obvious that it's mostly in jest. Billy's giving him a bit of grief, he'll give it right back.

[notarat]

It's not like grief about his height of all things is going to get to him, anyway. If anyone knows how inconvenient it is to be as tall as he is in a society where most people are nowhere close to it, it's Billy, after all. He has definitely hit his head. He has folded himself in two like a pretzel just to fit into his small, small bed.

Hence why he can hear the words fuck you and still seem like he's smiling - or at least like he's kind of amused (since it's not like Billy really does smiling) when he speaks again, still lingering very physically close to the other.

"It almost sounds as if you are worried about something, Cornelius."

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"Me? Worried? Nah."

He indulges in the feeling of teasing Billy, just fun, small little actions that they couldn't have done back home. Light teasing, joking around, being so close to each other...it's because they're here that they're afforded that. It's because they're in this place. It only further cements to Hickey that he doesn't want to go back to England, back to that ship. Nah. Why would he do that when he can spend time with Billy?

"If you think I'm worried, you can make it up to me."

And don't mind Hickey as he grabs Billy's ass.

[notarat]

He rolls his eyes.

Though the fact that he is doing that instead of getting the other's hand off his butt is saying a whole lot, isn't it. Especially since he certainly wouldn't be tolerating it so easily if it came from anyone else.

"I hope you are aware I would have been a lot more amendable to the idea of being woken up in the middle of the night if it started with this." This, made more clear by the fact that Billy moves his arms up to drape them over Hickey's shoulders. "Rather than 'Billy, I am a dog now.'"

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"Next time this place gives me a gift, I'll start it off that way," Hickey sasses. Because of course this place would give him a new gift. Of course the Darkwalker would view him in such high regard.

Why wouldn't it?

[notarat]

God, if Hickey calls it a gift even one more time, he might just groan. And not in the fun way.

Which means there's only one possible retort here. Billy pulls Hickey a little closer towards him, adding: "Have you considered less speaking and more kissing?"

Because he'd rather be doing that than listening to this, just saying.

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"Easy enough to do," Hickey muses. Because more kissing? He's fine with that. He's absolutely fine with that. Hell yes, more kissing.

And hey, don't mind Hickey as he leans in for a big kiss.

probably a good place to wrap! c: time to get some new event threads going...

[notarat]

So much better. Billy doesn't even hesitate to recipocate that kiss. After all-- Sorry, Cornelius, but you're way hotter when you aren't spouting absolute nonsense.

At least now he minds having been woken up way less when it led to this.

AND THEN THEY FUCKED (aka yes, a perfect place to wrap this up and get new threads started)

[friendsfordinner]

When Hickey pulls back from Billy, he gives him a roguish little grin.

"C'mon. I woke you up, the least I can do is take you back to bed and make it worth your while."

He is absolutely planning to spend a lovely morning in with his husband.