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[Post "While I appreciate the sentiment, what I need at the moment is practicality more than support."]

Stuart doesn't use the room when David's not in the bar, not even for a catnap. If he's studying, he prefers the low hum of the bar proper, not to mention the convenience of instant tea and food when he wants it, sometimes even before he realizes he wants it.

When David is there, Stuart doesn't intend to do any studying, anyway. He's capable of choosing education over sex, but he prefers not to.

He takes off the satchel (heavy with books--he will study while he's here, just not now) and says as he sits on the bed to untie his shoes, "What were all the scripts for, anyway? Choosing an audition monologue?"

[ooc: Adult content warning.]

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Stuart shoves his hand into David's hair and gives him a fierce kiss.

David whimpers, kissing him back just as fiercely.

"We're doing that again," Stuart whispers, still panting for breath. "Not tonight, but we're doing that again."

David gasps out a laugh, shifting to carefully pull out. "Yes, all right."

Stuart lays back with a deep sigh.

David settles in at his side, one arm draped over Stuart's chest.

Stuart kisses his hair.

David traces his fingertips lightly over Stuart's chest.

"Next time could we...try something new? I mean, something else new?"

"Anything you want." He gives David a naughty smile.

"Anything at all?" David asks with a bit of a naughty smile of his own.

"Try me," says Stuart, raising his chin.

"I thought you might...um...tie me up, perhaps?" He's blushing as he suggests it.

Stuart blinks at him. That was unexpected.

"Um. Really?"

"Um...yes?" He buries his face in Stuart's shoulder.

"Is this something you've tried before? Or just something you want to try?"

"No, I was just...I was talking to someone and it came up."

Stuart props his head on his hand and looks at David, eyebrows raised.

"God, I wish I'd heard that conversation."

The tips of David's ears are bright pink. "It was...I don't even remember what we were talking about. But I thought it might be...interesting."

"I suppose, but...I don't even know how you do it, really. I'd worry about hurting you. I want to give you what you want, but are you even sure this is something you want?"