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[A laugh.] Didn't I once tell you that you'd be a great leader, and I'd trust you with the job more than anyone?

Granted, this wasn't quite what I had in mind, but still! I give credit where it's due.

Well then... I suppose you have my thanks for entrusting me with this particular task.

[Goddess he feels a little like he's going to faint just from how hard he's blushing, light headed and he ends up actually legitimately waving a hand near his face like it will help him cool down at all.]

Alright, I love you, I'm going to go.... I-I don't know.

[Run cold water over his face???]

Lie down in a darkened room?

[nah he definitely looks like he needs a whole bucket of ice dumped on him... but Lorenz said no teasing, so he'll bite his tongue.]

Love you too. Call me if you need to talk again! [He's always welcome to just come over, of course, but he's referring to this discussion specifically.]

[He huffs, even if it's not meant to be nearly as teasing as he usually is Lorenz is still embarrassed. So much so that he almost hangs up on him.

But he freezes, looking startled for a moment and then, abruptly, his expression collapses into something misty-eyed and tender. Slowly he nods, trying not to make a big deal out of it or Claude will just not say it again.]

I will...

[He doesn't call him, though. He hangs up and thinks... and thinks... and over thinks... and eventually, texts him again.]

You know I don't know what I'm doing, right?

What do you like? Just... to give me some ideas.

Now there's an open-ended question! [fortunately he has the sense to delete any more teasing after this statement before he sends it. gotta catch that force of habit...]

But if we were to start small, I'd like it if you kissed me too. Somewhere besides my mouth or my hand, I mean. Wherever is comfortable for you.

Like your neck? Like you did to me?

[A pause, long enough for him to steel his resolve enough to ask]

Or did you have somewhere else in mind?

Neck's good. But you could go a little further down to my collarbone, if you liked. Or my chest. Or my stomach... Orrr...

Well, if it's you doing it, you can kiss me anywhere you want, Lorenz.

[The amount of time between these messages is liable to start getting on Claude's nerves before too long.]

Or...?

[There's an implication there, he knows that. He isn't so sheltered or naïve to not follow the suggestion but there's also some part of him that insists the only reason he thinks of such a thing is because there's something wrong with him. The same something that makes his heart skip at the idea of sharing these kisses with Claude rather than someone that would make a proper wife.

What if that's not what Claude meant at all and he's just... some sort of... deviant?]

What if I want to kiss you where you want to be kissed?

Tell me.

I said anywhere, Lorenz. Nothing's off-limits for me. So if you're thinking of something but don't want to say it, I want to be kissed there too.

[He just doesn't want to make Lorenz explode with embarrassment more than he already is.]

oh

[It's highly likely Claude might think he's just going to leave it there as he freaks out a little, tries to calm down, fails, goes to make tea, comes back....... and only then]

That's

something people do?

[Claude's just going to patiently keep checking his phone until he hears back from Lorenz. No need to be pushy for a response-- and sure enough, he gets a reply.]

It is! If you ever feel comfortable with it, I could give you a demonstration.

A demonstraedf

oh

[Give him a moment to wrap his head around that. They had very much been framing this as Lorenz doing things to Claude and now-

Well now he's burning up all over again, oops.]

Only when you're ready, and only if you want me to. You're in charge, boss.

Alright.

I'll think about it.

[Probably far too much, Goddess forgive him.]

I mean, because you brought it up. Not to be weird or anything.

There's nothing weird about it.

And you should think of something you'd like to try too, of course! Anything at all that springs to mind.

Isn't there?

[He genuinely doesn't have an answer for that.]

I don't know. I really liked being in your lap, letting you play with my hair. It was nice.

Maybe next time you can touch more than just my hair. Or something? I'm sorry I'm not very good at this.

[Here Claude is suggesting racy things like kissing very scandalous places and the best he can come up with boils down to, essentially, "pet me?"]

I liked it too. You looked really content... until I opened my big mouth and ruined it.

I'll touch more than just your hair next time, then. And if I cross any lines, tell me right away.

I.... probably should have told you I was nervous about it in the first place instead of trying to pretend like I was fine with it.

I will try to be better about that. So you're... more aware of what I'm struggling with.

I feel so silly being difficult like this. I'm sorry.

Stop apologising. I'm just glad we can talk honestly like this, so thank you.

Do you feel a little better about things yet? Just take the lead like I said, and you'll be fine.

A little? I'll do my best.

I love you.

And... thank you for saying it, earlier.

Oh, stop it, or you're gonna make ME blush! you don't need to thank me for something like that.

I don't know that there's anything that could make YOU blush.

Shameless :|

[Now he's just going to sit here vibrating with anxiety because he hasn't used these strange face sort of things but people at work are always using them.]

[oh lorenz discovered emotes...! cute]

😚

[And he has to squint at this for a solid minute to figure out what it's supposed to be.

He thinks.]

Is that.... meant to be a.... kissy face?

Yup! It's blushing too, see?

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