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[Claude's a little out of breath when he answers the door, given his speedrun of tidying his apartment, and its still kind of messy. Still, he flashes him a smile as he steps aside to let him in.]

Hey, Horus.

I hope you weren't lonely waiting for me.

[ Horus doubts he was. He doesn't know why he's out of breath, but Horus is happy to pump himself up as he steps past Claude to come in, dragging his hand across Claude's waist as he does before looking around. ]

I'm always lonely here, so you came at the perfect time.

[Claude flashes him a wink, closing the door behind him. It's not a large apartment, with enough room for a sitting area with a bay window for reading, a table (previously strewn with books and piles of notes, which have since been shoved onto shelves or into drawers), a small kitchenette, and a couple of doors leading to the bedroom and bathroom. There's a map pinned to one wall Claude seems to have made his own notes or additions to, a pair of mounted short swords decorated with pink feathers and beads, and atop a small desk, a box full of potions ingredients and vials next to a vase of roses, plus some other flowers and herbs he's been cultivating with some help from his green magic.

In short, it's all about as chaotic as Claude's own busy mind, so it's a miracle he was able to get it to even this much of a presentable state. He may be a mess, but but that doesn't mean he can't be a courteous host.]

I'd usually say "make yourself at home", but if you prefer we cut to the chase, that's fine too.

Hmmm... Oh!

[ Horus, a decent alchemist (he does head the guild with Poison after all), looks pretty interested in the box of ingredients as he wanders over to it and starts picking things up and arranging certain ingredients in a particular order. ]

I was trying to make something to stave off heat last month but I think I only managed to induce it with these, plus maypop flower and guarana.

[ In case Claude ever wants to be insanely horny. Horus can only handle it as well as he is because it's not his first rodeo though.]

I'm thinking how to convince Poison to let me sell it. It's too bad you're missing those two ingredients, I bet a testimonial would go far!

[ Horus has opted to make himself at home, hornily.]

[Claude follows him over to watch what he's doing.] I suppose there's a market for that. And as long as you're careful about who it's sold to and in what quantities, it probably can't do much harm.

[So Poison might agree to it, yes. Smirking, he wraps his arms around Horus's waist from behind.]

...How about this. If you show me a good time tonight, I might just try it myself and give you that testimonial you're looking for?

I promise not to sell it to anyone who's asking for enough to taint Camelot's water supply.

[ Horus licks his lips as he leans back against Claude. Feeling him from behind him is riveting, but it's not something he can allow. His culture tends toward doggy style as the default position, which feels like Claude is making a proposition of their positions. One Horus would honestly prefer if he didn't have to adhere to annoying rules. So, he shifts slightly to the side to look at him before turning in his arms to face him so Claude doesn't get a faceful of blonde hair, since Claude is just a little shorter than he. ]

There will be no "if" about it. I intend to have at you until your knees are weak and you need me to fetch you water from the "sofa."

[ He's trying to be modern, okay... but like, he can't emotionally want to bang in the bed, it's where you sleep?? Not sweat and cum?? But resting on the sofa after sounds fine!! ]

Good. I'd be disappointed if you went easy on a poor, weak mortal like me.

[An acknowledgement, however implicit, that he can guess at the reason for Horus's shift in position, having loosened his hold on him so Horus can shift in his arms. He also has no issue with them using the sofa; frankly, he hasn't shared a bed with anyone since Lorenz left, and maybe he should keep it that way a while longer.

Not that he wants to think about that right now. This is, after all, a useful distraction. So he cups Horus's chin, close enough now for their breath to intermingle.]

Do I skip the sappy stuff, or do you like that part? [In other words, does he have permission to kiss him? If Horus has multiple boundaries, better to establish them now than later.]

The only difference between us here is my wings.

[ And his eyes, which are now two different colors--a deep blue with a faint white glow like the moon and a golden yellow like the sun, when they used to be a soft blue like the sky, but Horus is still not used to it enough to acknowledge it except when someone else points it out. They're probably very obvious as horus leans in to accept the kiss, doing so with passion and vigor, even inviting Claude to come forth as if he hasn't just made it clear he is to top. Which is probably even further complicated by his next comment, hummed against Claude's lips as he reaches to begin touching Claude's back, down to his bottom with a firm squeeze. ]

You can be as sappy as you like as long as you don't hold back! I always thought it would be fun to be choked.

[His eyes are different, but very pretty, and as Claude thinks back to Byleth, he has to wonder if it's normal for gods to simply change their hair or eyes like that. He doesn't have time to ponder aloud as Horus meets him for the kiss, Claude pushing him up against the desk, a thrill racing through him as he feels Horus's hands on him.]

Yeah? [Though they'll have to move away from the desk first if he's going to choke him out, since he doesn't want to make a disaster zone of his potions workspace. But Claude's not in a rush to do so, kissing Horus's jawline and up to his ear, just enough for Claude's beard to tickle against the god's skin.]

I can do that. What'll you do if you want me to stop? [He's not modern enough to be familiar with safe words as a named concept, but he doesn't want to cause any serious harm by going overboard, either.]

[ Horus, on the other hand, lost his eyes fighting with Set and still would rather like to get reamed by him. At the end of the day, Claude being a choking hazard hadn't occurred to him as an issue to address. It takes him a few seconds to process the idea of someone willing to fuck him caring about his well-being beyond his ability and willingness to try to kill Set.

His eyes go wide when he realizes what Claude means, and his lower lip trembles a little, dramatically. ]

Claude doesn't want to hurt me...! You're so cute, I can't handle it! With your beard and your carefulness!

[ Claude is getting a hug and a quick nuzzle to the side of his head, right into his facial hair. It's so weird! Gods don't really have facial hair so much as long flowing head locks in his world, so it's a new sensation. ]

If my life is in danger my instinct is always to fight, so I'll just punch you in the stomach, you'll be able to tell immediately.

[ They should definitely come up with a word but it doesn't occur to Horus as Claude intends it. Fighting and sex are heavily intertwined for Horus, considering who he mostly focuses on when Set is here. ]

C-cute--?! [He splutters, evidently taken aback by that reaction, and Horus nuzzling into him. Did he want to get hurt, or were gods simply unused to caring about such things? Still holding Horus in his arms, he pulls back a bit to get a good look at him.]

Look, you said it yourself, you're just a guy with wings here. Of course I'm going to be careful. But maybe punching is a little-- excessive? Just say something, or make a specific hand gesture...?

[Saying something might be a little difficult if he can't breathe, come to think of it, so the latter is probably a better option.]

What else? None of the other gods have fuzz like a lion's mane. [ He leans forward to smooch his beard after Claude pulls back a bit, but falls back at that point too. He's pushy, but never too over the line. ]

Is it?

[ He seems to accept it though. He's not used to humans. The expectation for him is that someone may get hurt. ] What if... [ He reaches around, trying to position them like he's being choked without actually doing it to see what he best has access to. Once he decides, he slides his hands back down Claude's backside and cups his ass with both hands, pressing his front to Claude's. ] I'll pinch your underarm. You've no kink for that, do you?

[ People can have kink for anything... but Horus doesn't particularly find it a sexy area, and that's sensitive enough flesh that a pinch should alert Claude that something is wrong. Pinching is much better than punching right? ]

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