Casting nets at the crossroads (tag Philip)

"It'll be by my choice," Phillip smiled at the male, adoring the feeling of the male kissing along his shoulder. His brown eyes slightly widened at the male's comment, his cheeks tinting even more red at this. Now that was very poetic and it made him feel even more embarrassed than before. He hid his face in the crook of the male's neck to hide his embarrassment. "You can see me anytime..even come to Storms' end." he murmured against the male's neck.

He leaned back just so he could enjoy looking at Philip's body. Moving his hand up to caress Philip's bicep. "True.... But I am tied to the Prince.. I can't go on long trips without permission." He sighed, smiling tiredly and just letting his eyes wander on the others body.
"If it were up to me I wouldn't let you out of my sight..."

Phillip leaned his head away from the male's neck, feeling the male's hand caressing his bicep. "Well then...I could come to visit you in Dorne then." he gave the male a sheepish smile, blinking in surprise at the male's latest comment. "Oh really? Aren't you very protective then," he chuckled lightly, feeling the male's gaze traveling across his body.

He smirked. "You could call it protective...." He said stealing a kiss from the man before leaning back. "Or you could call it obsessive...." He chuckled. "I wouldn't want you to find a pretty girl or a handsomer man to warm your bed in my stead." He gave out a low laugh. "Gods only know I could never compete against a pretty girl." He joked.

His eyebrow quirked up a bit as his head tilted slightly at the male calling his protectiveness as obsessiveness. That made him feel a bit strange but not in a bad way really. He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "I doubt that would happen." he assured the male with a sheepish smile. His eyebrows furrow a bit at his latest comment. "Any why would you think that? I've had many chances to be with a pretty female, yet turned them down. Though I chose to sleep with you, a man."

He grinned widely. "And are you sure that my persuasiveness had nothing to do with getting you to surrender yourself to me?" He asked bringing his hand to caress Philip's cheek. "I can take on any man, but I can't fight against a woman. Their weapons are so unfair." He didn't mean just physical weapons. He meant the tears and the pregnancies and all those things.

Phillip rolled his eyes playfully at the male's comment, shaking his head a bit. "You weren't the only persuasive one. Just the successful one." he grinned lightly, leaning into the male's touch with a soft sigh. His eyebrow shot up at the mention of women's weapons being unfair. "Women can be deadly at times." he simply remarked to the male, shrugging his shoulders lightly. Though his mother didn't use tears and pregnancy to get what she wanted. She even still had that crazy sword of hers called needle still.

Now that surprised him a bit. So he was the first successful one? A smirk crept on his lips. "And what did I have that the others lacked?" Letting his fingers to tickle Philip's side just a bit. Laughing softly.

"You had persistence, that's for sure," Phillip murmured, blushing a bit at the sight of a smirk creeping upon the other male's lips. He chuckled softly as he moved a bit as the male tickled his side, giving the male a playful gaze. "You broke through my barriers," Phillip also murmured, shrugging his shoulders lightly. He didn't know the male much, but he actually really wanted to.

Kocoum just smiled. Actually feeling flattered. He knew he could charm the pants off of anyone, but it seemed this Baratheon male was a completely different case.
Wrapping his arms around the male and bringing him into a kiss. "And am I allowed to breach through your walls a second time?" He asked a little teasing in his voice.
He noticed a pensive look in the younger mans face. "What are you thinking about?"

Phillip smiled a bit into the kiss, wrapping his arms around the male's neck. He kissed the male back, slightly blushing a bit at the male's question. "I wouldn't mind that at all," he sheepishly murmured in a shy tone. He leaned slightly out of the kiss, biting his lip a bit as the male asked him to what he was thinking about. Phillip stayed silent for a moment before averting his eyes from the male. "I...was hoping that I could..hopefully know you more?"

Kocoum couldn't help but to chuckle softly. "What do you want to know? I will tell you if it is something I want to share." He replied leaning back a bit to take a comfortable position.

Phillip bit his lips lightly, shrugging his shoulders a bit. Looking very unsure of where to start really. "Well...perhaps your life before becoming a guard?" he asked the male, giving the male a curious questionable look. It was something to start out with easily. But he wondered if the male had a past that he wouldn't be scared to share.

Kocoum arched his eyebrows a little. A broad subject. "Hmm... I was born to Obara Sand. She is one of the bastard daughters of Oberyn Martell.
I don't know who my father was. Must have been a real daredevil to lay with my mother.
So I was raised by my mother and aunts, so picking up a weapon came natural to me.
I looked up to my aunts and mother and the tales they told about my grandfather, and so when I was old enough I decided to go traveling around Essos just like my grandfather once did. And then I came back to Dorne to do guard duty." He told his life up to the point when he returned back. He had just painted crude lines on the canvas of his life. If Philip wanted to ask specific questions now that was also possible. "If you want to know more go on and ask." He said encouragingly.

Phillip slightly blinked in surprise as he listened to the male's story, tilting his head to the side slightly. Till something clicked inside his mind "Oberyn Martell? Wouldn't that make you kin to Prince Soma?" Phillip asked wondering if he got his history right, since Oberyn's brother was the grandfather of the Prince. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly, wondering to why the male had left Essos. "Why did come back to become his guard?" he asked in a curious, yet confused tone. It was nice to protect a family member but to follow the man everywhere he went seemed like a down.

He had to laugh at the amazement of the younger male. "That would seem like the case. It's probably why the Prince lets me be cranky to him I suppose. Or just doesn't take as much offense of it." He said just shrugging.
The question why he came back from Essos made him ponder a little bit. "I suppose I just missed Dorne. Sure Essos is a great and wonderful place, but riding the sellsword companies doesn't replace a family nor become a home." Shrugging. "I don't mind being a guard. Sometimes it can be boring." He smirked and caressed Philip's side. "But other times it proves to be quite interesting."

Phillip slightly chuckled a bit as the man explained that the Prince doesn't take much offense to what he said to him. "He seems like that with alot of people. And doesn't take no for an answer." The prince seemed very persistent at the coronation with the eldest Greyjoy. And didn't seem to care that alot of disapproving glances were upon him. He slightly smiled, nodding his head in agreement to the male answer. "How would it be boring with an eccentric prince?" Phillip teased the male, chuckling a bit. He blushed ever so slightly as the male caressed his skin. "Oh is that so?"

Kocoum just lifted his eyebrow at Philip with a quizzical manner. Not really feeling the need to say anything to how boring it could become with the Prince when he had to keep watch while he was having the fun at the brothels.
But smirked when Philip blushed. "Yes..." Placing his hand on Philip's lower back and pulling him closer. Leaning upwards to kiss Philip's lips. "I got to meet you." He whispered against the boys lips.

Phillip blinked slightly in surprise as the male pulled him closer to him, smiling slightly against the male's lips. "I'm glad to have met you as well. And hope to see you more as well." Phillip murmured against the male's lips before kissing him a bit more deeper this time. The male had a slightly spicy taste to him right now.

Kocoum just let his lips dissolve into a soft smile. "Well perhaps I could come and see you sometime.... And perhaps I could write to you as well?" Kocoum started to let his senses drink in the younger male. The feel of his skin against his. The texture of his chestnut brown hair between his fingers. He smelled still like the woods he had been hunting in, but underneath all that he smelled some subtle fragrance. Lavender perhaps.
Greedily kissing the young males lips tasting the ale the male had been drinking before. But also tasting something sweet like berries. Gently moaning into the kiss before he parted for air. Smiling at the man in his lap. "Should I ask you to tell me your story then in return?"

Phillip smiled lightly, nodding his head a bit to the male's suggestion. "I would like that." he remarked to the male in a pleased tone. If it meant he could meet the male alot more, then Phillip wouldn't mind if the Dorne man to arrive at his home unexpected. He groaned softly into the kiss, feeling a bit disappointed as the male parted from the kiss.
He nodded his head to the male's question. "I was born to Arya stark and Gendry Baratheon. After my father's death, I became head of the house Baratheon, while my mother went back to traveling in Essos. I'm also working on the Queen's council to make sure she's a decent ruler and to bring some honor back to the Baratheon House before...my grandfather's reign of Westeros."

"How old are you? You don't look over twenty." He didn't sound judging, actually he was rather impressed that the boy seemed so young and had managed to get into the queens council at such a young age. "So does that mean that you live in the capital more than at Stormsend?" He wanted to know where his letters should be addressed to, and how long was their distance.
"What was your childhood like then? Any fond memories?"

Phillip slightly chuckled at the male questioning his age and such. "I'm actually twenty one." he answered the male in a sheepish tone. He tilted his head slightly as he thought about where he tended to live the most between the Capital and Stormsend. "Well lately I've been staying at the Capital more than home. Which might not change for a while." he responded to the male's question, shrugging his shoulders slightly. He wasn't entirely sure because the council may be needed alot by the Queen along the road. "I didn't really have much trouble in my childhood, I visited the Starks quite alot due to my mother. There were alot of fond memories of being defeated by my mother in the art of sword play...." Phillip sighed out softly, before giving Kocoum a sheepish smile.

He laughed. "Well we have something in common then. I was often defeated by my mother at spear fighting. And almost every weapon. I've got some scars to prove it." He laughed a little at remembering some of those times. "My mother used to laugh at me allot. Made me practice that much harder."

Phillip slightly chuckled a bit at this information, tilting his head at the mention of scars. "My mother also didn't show mercy really." It was probably due to her training in Braavos that made her that tough and such. He really did enjoy his training with his mother, but it did get tiring after a while. Phillip didn't always want to sword match with her. So there were times when he tried to get his father to provide his mother with some excuse. "I went on quite alot of travels with my mother as well."