( It doesn’t take long for Wriothesley to slip out into the silent hallways of the Fortress after curfew. Finding Mael isn’t difficult but it is after he’s found in his room like a good, loyal inmate that everything in Wriothesley mind numbs and phases out.
Mael’s feet struggle to keep himself up as Wriothesley drags him to a hidden area in the Fortress where nobody can hear. He’s spitting taunts at him without realizing what Wriothesley is truly capable of.
“I warned you, so now I have no choice but to personally extend your sentence here. How does forever sound?”
He adjusts a gauntlet and perks a brow up at him, joking even now despite the ugliness staining his clean streak since that fateful night. Perhaps his hands will never be clean, but he can’t allow this man to keep putting his esteemed guest at risk.
Mael’s screams are grueling when he finally realizes it, and he tries to run off between old, rusting pipes, begging, crying.
It ends quick, though. Wriothesley wouldn’t want to torment him or torture him, even if it’s what he should deserve. A sludge of blood stretches underneath Mael’s body, seeping underneath the crevasses in the soles of his boots.
“You left me no other choice. Good night.”
It takes a few hours to clean everything in the scene and dispose of his body in one of the factory furnaces.
Then he locks himself in his bathroom to finish cleaning himself and any splatter of blood left on his face or his neck. He undresses fully to shower, but he ends up sitting down on the shower floor as everything steams over.
And so, he meditates long enough until he hears Kaveh’s voice. He flinches at first, rising up and grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist.
There was no time for Mael to struggle, so Wriothesley doesn’t look any different save for the distance in his eyes, lost once he opens the door to greet Kaveh. The recovery is steady, and it’s as though he’s once again putting on his mask. )
[ Kaveh is confused enough that his immediate reaction to Wriothesley's question is to blink and shake his head, an admission on his lips that he'd usually make at least some attempt to hide— ] No, you didn't; I had a nightmare, that's all, [ —followed immediately by a soft, wondering question: ] You never came to bed.
[ He doesn't mean it quite as it sounds. The mattress isn't out. The room is dark, and he was alone inside it while Wriothesley sat in here, apparently in the shower
(and for a long time, if the steam billowing out into the main room has anything to say about it).
There's the look in his eyes too, something very briefly wrong that flickers and disappears as their gazes meet, continues fading into nothing at all as the moments stretch. But Kaveh wouldn't be who is is if he didn't worry about everything all the time, and so after a moment he puts a single, cautious hand on the other's forearm. ]
Is something wrong? Are you... is everything alright?
[ His voice, still mostly asleep, is edged with gentle concern as he blinks up at the other. ]
( He could use the distraction as he stands there dripping in the water and letting steam out into the bedroom. His hands feel heavy and cold despite that, and even the scars on his neck feel tender and sore. Just like the wounds from that night as he laid handcuffed to the hospital bed. )
I was catching up on some work, that’s all. I lost track of the time.
( He can’t stop himself from what’s to come. If Kaveh leaves him when the truth ultimately comes out because he knows it always will.
Perhaps this would be the last time he can hold onto him while Kaveh has the best idea of Wriothesley in his head. So he glances down as Kaveh touches him, then he loops his arms over his shoulder for a hug. He’s careful with him and his wound, applying enough pressure so he can hide his face from him. )
Let me get dressed, then we can sleep all day. How’s that sound?
I don't wanna talk about it. [ That gruesome, mocking face echoes in his mind, and he shakes it off, trying to focus on the other man and not on those images that won't leave him alone. ] It's over now anyway.
[ More than he even realizes.
What comes next though makes him yelp, start to laugh despite the somber mood souring the air around and between the two of them. ]
Wriothesley! You're dripping on me!
[ But he doesn't pull away; instead, he wraps both arms around him in turn, pressing his face into the older man's chest and just breathing him in, allowing that presence to calm him, to chase the last remnants of the dream from his mind. ]
Mm... all day, huh? I'd like that a lot. [ A pause, a short exhale of breath against the other's skin. ] ...Will you share the bed with me again? Just— like this?
( He doesn’t press him for the details, instead he keeps a steady hold on him as his gaze is lost further out into the large window and past the ship in the distance. Kaveh feels warm against his body cooling between the edge of steam and the iciness of the metal floor below their feet.
He manages to get a low laugh under his breath, tilting his chin into Kaveh’s neck in a bit of a crouch. His eyes close peacefully despite the haunting era that is about to dawn on him.
Kaveh’s breathing is sweet against his wet chest, and the idea of clothes suddenly feel distant, too. He could just wear Kaveh and smother him as he, too, chases off the sound of Mael begging for life. )
Sounds good to me.
( He pulls back to look down into his eyes, before he slips past him. A trail of wet footprints is left across his room and on the circular rug until he slips carefully into his bed. He adjusts slightly to ensure the towel stays wrapped around his waist.
Sure, he’s awake he’s enabling Kaveh to go back against his own word, breaking off the boundary previously set. But to sleep next to him like this, tangling their legs and inching closer than ever is the dream he’s in need of. )
[ It's something he shouldn't have asked for, especially when he was the one who so explicitly asked for boundaries to be laid out between them while he's staying here. But between the entrapment of his own dream, the strangeness of this particular moment, and the feeling of the other's strong arms around him, Wriothesley's chin tucked into the side of his neck, it seemed impossible for him to do anything else.
And so he smiles up at the other man when he pulls back, turns to pad across the floor, and maybe he's horrified at the way Wriothesley just climbs straight into bed, wet and all, but he climbs in to join him anyway, pressing immediately into his warmth. ]
It's alright, but you know we're both going to catch a cold, [ he points out with a low, soft laugh, resting his head against the other's clavicle— and if there's a sigh of content on Kaveh's lips, he'll deny it anyway. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to get sick and be stuck in bed with him even longer.
Truth be told, as much as he trusts Wriothesley to take care of the situation with Mael, there's part of him afraid to leave the other's circle of protection again. The man attempted to kill him, after all. What comes after that?
( The Fortress holds many secrets and even more bodies, although all those who pass are bound to be met by scorching flames. There is no extra space to hold onto bones. It is no surprise the underworld ends up swallowing all those who end up meeting their end here.
Kaveh helps him warm up underneath the covers. His lithe frame is everything he wants at this moment. Mael never deserved him and now he will never have him. He sighs as his arm reaches around Kaveh, shifting his body so he can comfortably bury his face against his chest.
Part of him can only hope for a chance to spend their nights like this. Surely, Kaveh realizes he's going back on his word. What a difficult man he is, even though admittedly, Wriothesley might be on the other end of the scale. Yet when they're together like this it makes sense.
Kaveh presses closer and so does he. The towel is already undone from his hip, clinging around him by a miracle. Not that he cares if Kaveh were to see him anyway.
He wakes up facing up, with an arm still loosely around Kaveh and very much numb. He stares at his ceiling for a moment, staring at every single bolt holding the stabs of metal together. It feels quiet like a new beginning, but he's not sure if that's a good or bad thing. When you're Wriothesley, you tend to question everything. He keeps the covers over his cock since the towel is lost through the sheets, and angles himself to watch over Kaveh. )
[ The night passes quicker than before, without nightmares to continue haunting him now that he has an arm snug around him, holding him close, a chest to press his face into as he breathes in sync with a heartbeat. He shouldn't be allowing himself to take so much comfort from this, especially when he was the one to lay down the boundaries he has since voluntarily shattered, but he can't quite help himself-
how could he ever help himself, when it comes to the other man?
If he dreams again, it's pleasant, but it doesn't linger, doesn't drag itself into his reality the way it did last time; a deep voice says his name and stirs him from slumber, eyes opening, blinking sleepily up at the man whose bed in which he remains curled up. And he smiles, something small and tired and questioning, because weren't they going to sleep all day? ]
Hi. [ He offers Wriothesley his greeting in a voice lazy with his sleepiness, and then nuzzles back into the pillow, not willing to be fully awake just yet. It's hard to tell the time down this deep, he thinks; maybe they have slept all day.
He doubts it, but maybe that's just wishful thinking wanting to keep him in bed. ]
I guess I was wrong about you making us sick by refusing to dry yourself.
( Kaveh is graceful when he’s in a slumber and a dream when he’s awake. Waking up beside him might be anybody’s wish. His eyelashes are long, his skin is taken care of— that or it might be because he’s so much younger. Whatever the case, he’s still unsure how to transcend trust and confess everything to him. )
You never asked me to dry myself. Hm?
( He offers a smirk and inches closer, peeking down at the wraps on his chest. It was the reason for waking him. )
I can get the shower going for you. We have to make sure your wound doesn’t get infected. In a place like this, it can happen quicker than in the surface.
And…
( He rustles a strand of hair back from his face, then caresses down his cheek using the back of his fingers. His hands can be capable of so much violence and so much tenderness. He pauses then, pulling back as if he’d just touched a scorching flame. His knuckles are perpetually bruised by now. )
Kaveh decides in a single moment that he would like to complain strongly to whichever past version of himself decided that he and Wriothesley should end up here, in this exact place at this exact time. Because waking up to a smirking, teasing His Grace, while certainly nice, is not exactly ideal for his mental health. ]
...Stupid— [ is his Highly Intelligent response in the end, and he's still processing how utterly ridiculous he just sounded when a gentle hand smooths back a strand of his hair, strokes down his cheek, and for a moment he thinks Wriothesley is going to kiss him, but he jerks away like Kaveh is aflame and makes a comment about tea instead, and all the blonde can do is blink and chew on his lower lip.
It's so clear to him now that the other man wants them to go further, but he remains trapped in whatever it is he's allowed to hold him back this whole time. Kaveh's heart aches for it, for him— and yet he also knows there's nothing he can do. Only Wriothesley can make that choice. ]
Mm, right. The tea. Okay— I'm getting up—
[ But he stops as quickly as he starts to move, because the act of doing so brings to light a problem of which he was previously unaware. Color highlights his cheeks, and he reaches to pull the covers a little more safely over him as his eyes dart away. ]
Hm? ( Despite having offered him the tea, or shower, Wriothesley remains comfortably beside him in full admiration. He can only imagine how much more of a glow he would give out underneath the morning sun instead of here, where he still manages to shine through the Fortress opacity.
Kaveh doesn't have to go into much detail for Wriothesley to pick up on his predicament. He knows what it's like waking up with heaviness between the legs. The temptation is swarming through his mind as Kaveh lifts the sheets shyly and looks away.
He's unsure where to begin. He has never pursued a man like this, even if there's a high chance Kaveh won't push him off, Wriothesley doesn't want to mess things up. Not when disaster is bound to meet them in the end. )
You're not in pain, are you?
( Is a question that's more or less gauging how far he could take it. Wriothesley inches closer to him, then reaches across the other side of Kaveh's pillow to bracket his face between his arms. Piercing blues hold so much fire and uncertainty, but he fears this is his only chance that's left. )
[ For a moment, Wriothesley's question is met with little more than confusion; Kaveh's eyes meet his again as the other's arms move to bracket him, and he blinks in what feels like slow motion as he shakes his head in response to the first question. There is some pain, stinging its way across his chest wherever there are angry red cut lines, but it's nothing at all when considered alongside the wavering, uncertain fire burning in those ice-cold eyes, alongside the next question from those stern lips.
Kaveh's heart is trembling. (His cock, ignorant of the dilemma, practically twitches with its own answer.) He chews at his lower lip, soothes the bite with his tongue, takes a breath, because he wants this, he wants it so badly, but—
It's okay, he tells himself. Want is okay, as long as he doesn't hope. If he doesn't hope, he can't get himself hurt all over again.
So after a moment of hesitation, a moment of thought, a moment where he considers answering by initiating the kiss himself and then another where he decides to use his words instead, he smiles, a hand coming up to skim over the other man's cheek, to thumb at the scar under his eye. ]
Yeah. [ His voice is barely more than a whisper. ] You can kiss me.
( He feels the rush of heat between his ears, every nerve flashing and terrified of the answer to come. The last and only other time they shared a kiss followed them with nothing but regret. Yet here he is, sober and dazed by the beauty of Kaveh without any screen or excuse.
As Kaveh kisses for an answer, Wriothesley slides his hand up one of his thighs to grasp and feel between his legs. He palms his cock easily as he presses their lips together again, his eyes involuntarily close as Kaveh traces his scar.
He searches for the hem of his pants, eager to tuck his fingers in them to pull the fabric over his length, freeing him entirely. Of course, they still have a layer of sheets to soft land the exposure just in case.
The way he looks at him when he pulls away from his lips is kind of miserable. A shiny coat of their saliva coats his bottom lip as he searches his eyes.
He holds his gaze feverishly, briefly looking down at his chest to make sure the bandage hasn’t budged. He’s wedging his pants down, trailing his finger from side to side as they slide underneath his body, past his thighs. )
[ Just like that, things go from tentative to intense. Kaveh is expecting a kiss like those they've shared before, deep and sensual and slow, but instead there's a hand between his legs, grasping at his erection and leaving the blonde to gasp out in mixed pleasure and surprise— and then his pants are being worked down and all he can do is press his fingers into Wriothesley's shoulders as if to hold on to a speeding sumpter beast, overwhelmed by the sudden outpouring of passion and desire swamping him.
And Wriothesley breaks the kiss to look at him, and for as much as Kaveh is trying not to hope, the expression in those eyes twists his heart as if to break it, a miserable uncertainty that holds his gaze even as his pants are pushed down his thighs and beyond, as the warden asks him if the tea can wait—
And Kaveh has so many questions: he wants to ask the other man if this is really what he wants, if he needs to stop and think, if he wants to just try taking it slow. But with the Duke's body this close to his own, his hands working to strip Kaveh of his clothes, he feels helpless to do anything but nod, to pull Wriothesley back into another kiss. ]
( Taking it slow would have been the right call in normal circumstances, but their situation isn’t normal. Kaveh wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t gotten hurt, and Wriothesley is supposed to watch as their drift becomes a trench where all their potential would be lost.
His fingers trace down his aching underside to his sack, cupping him entirely sweet and easy. He strokes him down slow, easing his foreskin over his shiny head while Kaveh kisses him again.
Wriothesley’s tongue slides between their lips, mouth parting in pure desire to consume more of him. He’s unsure what Kaveh might like as far as the bedroom goes— this is the first time for Wriothesley being with a man. A mistake might be enough to send Kaveh running with it looking back.
It’s not like Wriothesley is all that ignorant about things, but he wants to do right by him.
His fingers slide lower around his taint, breathing through nostrils as he devours Kaveh’s tongue. Then he pushes calloused digits — the ones responsible for so much violence and tragedy - around the heated center of his asshole.
That’s when he pauses for a break to breathe, watching him as he massages around his ass. He’s unbelievably tight, he isn’t sure he can even push his fingers in, let alone his cock.
Yet to have Kaveh hold onto him like this, clutching his shoulders or even digging his nails into him would be mesmerizing, it would make his century in this world. He clears his throat. )
Give me a moment. It won’t take long.
( Just because he hasn’t had sex with a man doesn’t mean he hasn’t fucked someone in the ass before. He knows what to do. )
[ Kaveh is shocked and overwhelmed by the situation in which they've ended up, to the point that his reactions to what the other is doing are at first a little slow, somewhere between confused and hesitant, as if afraid Wriothesley is going to suddenly pull away from him again and end this.
Instead, a strong hand finds his cock, cupping his sack and stroking slowly in a way that has the blonde moan a wanton, needy answer into their kiss. His lips part easily under the warden's to answer his kiss, at first with trembling lips, and then with building desire and need as his tongue seeks to match the older man's in the steps of an elaborate, hungry dance.
And there's part of him that wants to touch more too, to reach down past where he clings onto Wriothesley's shoulders and run fingers over his chest, explore each and every scar before working lower still— but even now, in the middle of this and with the other's fingers pressing against his ass in a way that makes Kaveh whine for more, even now he's afraid that the wrong move could send the other scrambling again.
But, oh fuck, Kaveh thinks he's never wanted anyone as badly as he does Wriothesley in this moment. Even as the kiss breaks, and the other continues to massage over his ass, Kaveh looks up at him, carmine eyes glittering with desire, and he nods, feeling his mouth run dry at the promise inherent in the other's words. ]
Okay. [ It's barely a whisper, and he lays back to watch as Wriothesley gets out of the bed to fetch a bottle of lube for them. Fully naked as he is, there's no way the blonde isn't going to stare, eyes trailing along the lines of defined, strong muscles, the half-hard cock starting to jut up from where it would usually rest, the curve of his ass, and Kaveh finds himself licking his lips again, wondering about what kind of noises the elder might make if the architect took him into his mouth—
He manages to clear his throat, to look up at Wriothesley on his return to the bed, and Kaveh reaches a hand out to him, the same question in his eyes that there is on his lips: ]
( The lubricant is exquisitely produced, sourced from the finest ingredients to allow matters like this smooth without issues. He sets it aside on the small table by the bed once he returns, shameless about his nudity in front of Kaveh. In fact, one might think he’s still working to seduce him in any way.
Scars and other marks still cover plenty of his body. Like his sides and thighs. Old stitching around his knee and behind of it, injuries collected over the years.
He regards Kaveh with a tilt of his head, curious and humoring a smile on his lips. He’s more beautiful than any painting on the finest corners of Palais Mermonia, sprawled on his mattress and between his sheets. The intention is to make a mess of it all.
Wriothesley pulls back the sheets from Kaveh’s body entirely while he climbs on again. )
Thought you’d never ask.
( He’s mindful of Kaveh’s injuries as of late, so he’s somewhat less aggressive than their time in the ship cabin. It’s taking everything in him not to do as he pleases, or manhandle him in ways that would end up in Kaveh screaming.
His moaning ripples through him, sending a heavy twitch of his cock like he’s begging for his mouth and hands. Wriothesley settles one knee on his pillow, reading the way Kaveh moistens his lips like a cute little slut. Another knee is anchored lower beside Kaveh’s side as he positively spreads himself near his face, looking down at him. He’s well groomed but not clean shaven.
He’s fully aware he may have to go down on Kaveh at some point, but he’ll worry about it later or if Kaveh asks him to. He can’t deny the nerves striking him with his every move thinking about it. He grabs Kaveh’s hair roughly, tangling his fingers through it to keep him encouraged. If he goes any anything that happened in the ship, he thinks Kaveh might like this. )
[ It's obvious that Wriothesley is moving in such a way as to give Kaveh an enjoyable view— and enjoy it he does, eyes alight with his desire as they scan over the scars and marks and muscles. If the other man sees him as a painting, Kaveh's eyes are fixed on a vision of a sculpture, made in perfect form and shown only to those who would be willing to lose their hearts forever. ]
Then come here—
[ And maybe if Kaveh were feeling particularly difficult, he'd point out that he has asked, multiple times in fact, but the thought doesn't even reach his mind, engaged as it is with the way Wriothesley moves to kneel over him, legs spread at either of the blonde's sides and half-hard cock in easy reach of his lips. For the first time, Kaveh notices the metal embedded into it and his mouth all but waters, eyes wide and blown out. And then the other grabs roughly at his hair and another moan trips off his tongue, a fresh hint of pink in his cheeks at how easily he reveals himself, at how quickly the other seems to have worked out what he wants, what he likes—
His hands lift, fingers curling over those strong, muscled thighs to brace himself, and he shifts his head forward to take Wriothesley into his mouth, lips curling around the head and tongue swiping beading precum from the slit, slow at first as he adjusts to his girth, taking him a little deeper with each movement of his mouth.
But he's wanted this for too long not to relish every moment; for every inch his mouth gains, he pulls off the other again, glancing up at his face with curious ruby eyes before trailing wet, sloppy kisses down along the side of his shaft, rubbing and sucking at his sack, his tongue giving extra attention to the pierced skin at the base of Wriothesley's cock before he moves back to the head to continue. ]
Tell me— [ he mumbles between the wet noises of his mouth, between the occasional soft moan ] —what you like.
( He likes control. From the inner workings at the top of the underworld ruling over all and his tea-drinking habits, it's no surprise he twists Kaveh's hair in his fist as he pleases. The immediate pleasure seeping into his bones like thin needles grants Kaveh a sudden jetted sigh, barely a moan. He feels his nerves all the way into the pit of his abdomen, rushing through every vessel being graced by Kaveh's tongue.
A aims a knowing smile at him, stern as he tries to keep himself composed. )
Like something you see? I got them a few years ago.
( He's not afraid to experiment, that much is clear, and the area around the piercings between his flesh is more sensitive than usual. It causes all sensation to thunder through his ballsack, borderline painful but hard to distinguish the difference. Kaveh renders his voice mute as he watches him work around his bulbous head, sucking and cleaning off the precum. Every twitch is Wriothesley desperately begging in silence. Seeing him suck in inch by inch, wet and noisily will be something worth thinking about for a lifetime. Kaveh is doing a number on him, sending him spiraling into a daze of pleasure he could honestly enjoy for hours on end. )
What you're doing, keep doing it. If I don't like something, I'll tell you.
( But if he were to take his questions at face value, he knows the answer to it now. The fact he really, really likes Kaveh. )
[ Keep doing what he's doing— certainly an easy enough request. Kaveh pulls back enough to hum his assent, keeping Wriothesley's cockhead on the tip of his tongue for just a moment as he smiles, and then lowers his head once more, eyes closing and a breath in as he takes him in deeper, pulling back and forth a few times and then holding him there for a moment before he pulls away with a soft gasp.
(It's been a while since he's taken someone this big, but he wants all of him, damnit—)
For now, he trails another wet series of kisses down the shaft, giving himself a moment to relax his throat and mouth, before returning, and perhaps it's obvious how much he does like those piercings, because every time his lips travel down there, they're given extra attention. It's a pattern he continues until his nose is pressed into the trimmed patch of hair above the base, his soft moan vibrating around the whole of the warden's cock. Only then does he start to move again, fucking his mouth down around the other man, the sounds wet and obscene and interrupted only by his occasional moan, his soft gasps for air.
Between his own legs, his own arousal is weeping with need, his hips twitching subconsciously surfaceward even as he focuses everything onto Wriothesley and his needs, some small part of him desperate to please the other so he can see what he's been missing out on having all this time. ]
( It's impressive just how the heat of his tongue can still lap his underside when there's such little room in his oral cavity to begin with. No wonder he’s still getting adjusted, pausing to lather every thick inch with kisses, or rolling over his piercings like he’s savoring a delectable treat. Wriothesley’s eyes watch half-lidded as his cock is shocked with sudden waves of involuntary twitching. The pleasure is mind-numbing when it’s left to someone else’s will.
Kaveh’s moans adds a very specific layer of pleasure that drives him wild for him. He feels the vibrations in a void of purity where nothing else around him matters. Not even the sins still staining the depths of his heart.
The endearing passion and precision Kaveh imposes makes every hair on his nape shoot up and every nerve shoot down. This is a pivotal moment when everything is bound to pour over the brim.
Wriothesley yanks him back, rolling his hips so his cock is suspended by its hardness in the most obscene manner, then he traces Kaveh’s lips with his glans to dress his pretty lips with precum. He seems amused behind blue eyes, his lips are tight with an incoming smile. )
Take it all.
( He pries his jaw to the limits of its bounds when Kaveh finally swallows him, pushed so far into him he feels his cock stretching his throat. He visibly twitches the moment he's met with his heated gullet. So velvety and tight. Every time Kaveh attempts to breathe in, and every time he chugs down saliva and precum, moaning and then pausing to gasp, Wriothesley is sent to cloud nine. )
Kaveh…
( His thoughts become a flurry, his stomach full of the emotion and butterflies. Most of all, more, ravenous desire. He pulls his hair back, tilting up his head to see him. )
I’d like to fuck you. Right now if that’s alright with you.
[ The way Wriothesley uses his hair to yank him back to coat his lips, only to tell him to "take it all" as he almost smiles down at him, is enough for Kaveh to writhe, hips arching against nothing again as his cock twitches its need. Whether this is just how the other man is, or if he's something sensing what Kaveh needs from him, it doesn't matter. That little bit of roughness mixed with the warden's sensuality is enough to set every last one of Kaveh's senses on fire, his skin prickling with desire.
The sound of his name on the other's lips has him moaning around a mouthful mixed of precum and his own saliva, and then he's pulled back once more, half-lidded eyes meeting burning ice blue as he swallows it back, not wanting to make a mess.
And then he smiles, slow and beautiful, lifting his head fully off Wriothesley's cock— though not before leaving a slow, wet kiss against the head, a slow stroke of his tongue over the slit— and letting his hands drift from where they were braced against his thighs to move up, touching and exploring over his abdomen. The muscles are taut, and he can only imagine how good they'll look tightening with effort as the other man fucks into him— ]
Yeah. [ His voice is breathy with his own need, and hoarse from having had a cock pressed into his throat mere moments ago. ] That's... that's— "alright" is an understatement, really—
( He's impossibly hot from this angle, lathering his cock like a first-class meaty treasure. Wriothesley balls tighten with that parting kiss, every vein crawling up his happy trail and abdomen pumped at their fullest. Kaveh's hands, designed so well for creating and building are just as fit to belong all over his body. Made to please and touch, praising every muscle on him. The way Kaveh treats him is more than just lustful and it drives him just over the edge. Past that, there's potential for more if he doesn't end up falling into emptiness.
When he readjusts himself further down on him, lifting his leg over so he can fit between him, he finally sees the misery of his cock begging for him. Wriothesley figures this is not so different than he expects, so he reaches for him and grips his head around his thumb and index, twisting and stroking him. He dripped enough that his skin glides beautifully, and he feels so smooth. He thumbs over the slit to experiment if he likes it, cautious as ever. )
[ Kaveh's not expecting the sudden hand wrapped around his cock, and it makes his hips jolt in shocked pleasure, a visceral tremble passing through the whole of his body as he lifts a hand to his mouth, and when the other's thumb passes over his slit, he finds himself biting down on his thumb in an effort to keep himself from crying out over something so simple. It's not that no one has ever done that to him before, it's just—
Fuck, he's in trouble, isn't he?
Wriothesley's hands are just as strong on him as they are in any other aspect of his life, and yet surprisingly gentle in his experimentation. It's almost difficult to focus on anything else as a result, to the point that it takes Kaveh a few seconds to process the question when he's asked.
But then he nods, and reaches out to snag the lube from where the other put it earlier, holding it out with a small, lazy smile. ]
( Seeing Kaveh's erupt with his trembling and jolting by a simple touch like this sends a similar jolt down his spine. His goes entirely dry for him and he swallows, drinking up the sight. There are a few lasting blemishes on Kaveh near the area of his wound, so he knows he can't go entirely wild on him.
He smiles back at him, popping open the bottle as he wedges his knees closer at either side of him. The substance is icy at first, coating most of his cock and dripping onto Kaveh's balls. It's the kind of sudden punch that gets his cock more heated, twitching for Kaveh's eyes to admire.
Then the bottle is ultimately shut and forgotten about. Blue eyes lean closer to him, dipping down and disappearing underneath Kaveh's jaw. The heat of his neck against his mouth is delightful to kiss while his hips ease to press tight against him, similar to how they were positioned back in the ship. Perhaps it's out of mere inexperience with men that Wriothesley settles for their cocks to meet thickly and slide against one another.
He kisses one side of his neck, then over his Adam's apple, then the other side as his hips roll steadily. His piercings press neatly against Kaveh's balls, too. Then a hand sneaks between their bodies so he can push down his cock to align himself properly, leaving behind a messy trail of lube and precum across Kaveh's inner thigh until he's slotted under his sack.
For this, he likes to see what he's doing. For one, he wants to see Kaveh stretch himself and take him because that's the type of man Wriothesley is. Lips bruised from all the work on his neck, his gaze alternates between Kaveh's pretty ass and his face. He helps his cockhead with his thumb, pushing it in slowly. His nipples harden from the sheer pleasure, every muscle is as tense as his cock. His nerves pulse and he breathes in a sweet sigh, holding back a moan. )
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Mael’s feet struggle to keep himself up as Wriothesley drags him to a hidden area in the Fortress where nobody can hear. He’s spitting taunts at him without realizing what Wriothesley is truly capable of.
“I warned you, so now I have no choice but to personally extend your sentence here. How does forever sound?”
He adjusts a gauntlet and perks a brow up at him, joking even now despite the ugliness staining his clean streak since that fateful night. Perhaps his hands will never be clean, but he can’t allow this man to keep putting his esteemed guest at risk.
Mael’s screams are grueling when he finally realizes it, and he tries to run off between old, rusting pipes, begging, crying.
It ends quick, though. Wriothesley wouldn’t want to torment him or torture him, even if it’s what he should deserve. A sludge of blood stretches underneath Mael’s body, seeping underneath the crevasses in the soles of his boots.
“You left me no other choice. Good night.”
It takes a few hours to clean everything in the scene and dispose of his body in one of the factory furnaces.
Then he locks himself in his bathroom to finish cleaning himself and any splatter of blood left on his face or his neck. He undresses fully to shower, but he ends up sitting down on the shower floor as everything steams over.
And so, he meditates long enough until he hears Kaveh’s voice. He flinches at first, rising up and grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist.
There was no time for Mael to struggle, so Wriothesley doesn’t look any different save for the distance in his eyes, lost once he opens the door to greet Kaveh. The recovery is steady, and it’s as though he’s once again putting on his mask. )
Did I wake you up?
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[ He doesn't mean it quite as it sounds. The mattress isn't out. The room is dark, and he was alone inside it while Wriothesley sat in here, apparently in the shower
(and for a long time, if the steam billowing out into the main room has anything to say about it).
There's the look in his eyes too, something very briefly wrong that flickers and disappears as their gazes meet, continues fading into nothing at all as the moments stretch. But Kaveh wouldn't be who is is if he didn't worry about everything all the time, and so after a moment he puts a single, cautious hand on the other's forearm. ]
Is something wrong? Are you... is everything alright?
[ His voice, still mostly asleep, is edged with gentle concern as he blinks up at the other. ]
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( He could use the distraction as he stands there dripping in the water and letting steam out into the bedroom. His hands feel heavy and cold despite that, and even the scars on his neck feel tender and sore. Just like the wounds from that night as he laid handcuffed to the hospital bed. )
I was catching up on some work, that’s all. I lost track of the time.
( He can’t stop himself from what’s to come. If Kaveh leaves him when the truth ultimately comes out because he knows it always will.
Perhaps this would be the last time he can hold onto him while Kaveh has the best idea of Wriothesley in his head. So he glances down as Kaveh touches him, then he loops his arms over his shoulder for a hug. He’s careful with him and his wound, applying enough pressure so he can hide his face from him. )
Let me get dressed, then we can sleep all day. How’s that sound?
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I don't wanna talk about it. [ That gruesome, mocking face echoes in his mind, and he shakes it off, trying to focus on the other man and not on those images that won't leave him alone. ] It's over now anyway.
[ More than he even realizes.
What comes next though makes him yelp, start to laugh despite the somber mood souring the air around and between the two of them. ]
Wriothesley! You're dripping on me!
[ But he doesn't pull away; instead, he wraps both arms around him in turn, pressing his face into the older man's chest and just breathing him in, allowing that presence to calm him, to chase the last remnants of the dream from his mind. ]
Mm... all day, huh? I'd like that a lot. [ A pause, a short exhale of breath against the other's skin. ] ...Will you share the bed with me again? Just— like this?
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He manages to get a low laugh under his breath, tilting his chin into Kaveh’s neck in a bit of a crouch. His eyes close peacefully despite the haunting era that is about to dawn on him.
Kaveh’s breathing is sweet against his wet chest, and the idea of clothes suddenly feel distant, too. He could just wear Kaveh and smother him as he, too, chases off the sound of Mael begging for life. )
Sounds good to me.
( He pulls back to look down into his eyes, before he slips past him. A trail of wet footprints is left across his room and on the circular rug until he slips carefully into his bed. He adjusts slightly to ensure the towel stays wrapped around his waist.
Sure, he’s awake he’s enabling Kaveh to go back against his own word, breaking off the boundary previously set. But to sleep next to him like this, tangling their legs and inching closer than ever is the dream he’s in need of. )
Is this alright with you?
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And so he smiles up at the other man when he pulls back, turns to pad across the floor, and maybe he's horrified at the way Wriothesley just climbs straight into bed, wet and all, but he climbs in to join him anyway, pressing immediately into his warmth. ]
It's alright, but you know we're both going to catch a cold, [ he points out with a low, soft laugh, resting his head against the other's clavicle— and if there's a sigh of content on Kaveh's lips, he'll deny it anyway. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to get sick and be stuck in bed with him even longer.
Truth be told, as much as he trusts Wriothesley to take care of the situation with Mael, there's part of him afraid to leave the other's circle of protection again. The man attempted to kill him, after all. What comes after that?
He shudders, and presses in a little closer. ]
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Kaveh helps him warm up underneath the covers. His lithe frame is everything he wants at this moment. Mael never deserved him and now he will never have him. He sighs as his arm reaches around Kaveh, shifting his body so he can comfortably bury his face against his chest.
Part of him can only hope for a chance to spend their nights like this. Surely, Kaveh realizes he's going back on his word. What a difficult man he is, even though admittedly, Wriothesley might be on the other end of the scale. Yet when they're together like this it makes sense.
Kaveh presses closer and so does he. The towel is already undone from his hip, clinging around him by a miracle. Not that he cares if Kaveh were to see him anyway.
He wakes up facing up, with an arm still loosely around Kaveh and very much numb. He stares at his ceiling for a moment, staring at every single bolt holding the stabs of metal together. It feels quiet like a new beginning, but he's not sure if that's a good or bad thing. When you're Wriothesley, you tend to question everything. He keeps the covers over his cock since the towel is lost through the sheets, and angles himself to watch over Kaveh. )
Kaveh.
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how could he ever help himself, when it comes to the other man?
If he dreams again, it's pleasant, but it doesn't linger, doesn't drag itself into his reality the way it did last time; a deep voice says his name and stirs him from slumber, eyes opening, blinking sleepily up at the man whose bed in which he remains curled up. And he smiles, something small and tired and questioning, because weren't they going to sleep all day? ]
Hi. [ He offers Wriothesley his greeting in a voice lazy with his sleepiness, and then nuzzles back into the pillow, not willing to be fully awake just yet. It's hard to tell the time down this deep, he thinks; maybe they have slept all day.
He doubts it, but maybe that's just wishful thinking wanting to keep him in bed. ]
I guess I was wrong about you making us sick by refusing to dry yourself.
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You never asked me to dry myself. Hm?
( He offers a smirk and inches closer, peeking down at the wraps on his chest. It was the reason for waking him. )
I can get the shower going for you. We have to make sure your wound doesn’t get infected. In a place like this, it can happen quicker than in the surface.
And…
( He rustles a strand of hair back from his face, then caresses down his cheek using the back of his fingers. His hands can be capable of so much violence and so much tenderness. He pauses then, pulling back as if he’d just touched a scorching flame. His knuckles are perpetually bruised by now. )
Can’t forget the tea, either.
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Kaveh decides in a single moment that he would like to complain strongly to whichever past version of himself decided that he and Wriothesley should end up here, in this exact place at this exact time. Because waking up to a smirking, teasing His Grace, while certainly nice, is not exactly ideal for his mental health. ]
...Stupid— [ is his Highly Intelligent response in the end, and he's still processing how utterly ridiculous he just sounded when a gentle hand smooths back a strand of his hair, strokes down his cheek, and for a moment he thinks Wriothesley is going to kiss him, but he jerks away like Kaveh is aflame and makes a comment about tea instead, and all the blonde can do is blink and chew on his lower lip.
It's so clear to him now that the other man wants them to go further, but he remains trapped in whatever it is he's allowed to hold him back this whole time. Kaveh's heart aches for it, for him— and yet he also knows there's nothing he can do. Only Wriothesley can make that choice. ]
Mm, right. The tea. Okay— I'm getting up—
[ But he stops as quickly as he starts to move, because the act of doing so brings to light a problem of which he was previously unaware. Color highlights his cheeks, and he reaches to pull the covers a little more safely over him as his eyes dart away. ]
On second thought I... uh, I might need a moment.
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( Despite having offered him the tea, or shower, Wriothesley remains comfortably beside him in full admiration. He can only imagine how much more of a glow he would give out underneath the morning sun instead of here, where he still manages to shine through the Fortress opacity.
Kaveh doesn't have to go into much detail for Wriothesley to pick up on his predicament. He knows what it's like waking up with heaviness between the legs. The temptation is swarming through his mind as Kaveh lifts the sheets shyly and looks away.
He's unsure where to begin. He has never pursued a man like this, even if there's a high chance Kaveh won't push him off, Wriothesley doesn't want to mess things up. Not when disaster is bound to meet them in the end. )
You're not in pain, are you?
( Is a question that's more or less gauging how far he could take it. Wriothesley inches closer to him, then reaches across the other side of Kaveh's pillow to bracket his face between his arms. Piercing blues hold so much fire and uncertainty, but he fears this is his only chance that's left. )
Kaveh, can I kiss you?
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Kaveh's heart is trembling. (His cock, ignorant of the dilemma, practically twitches with its own answer.) He chews at his lower lip, soothes the bite with his tongue, takes a breath, because he wants this, he wants it so badly, but—
It's okay, he tells himself. Want is okay, as long as he doesn't hope. If he doesn't hope, he can't get himself hurt all over again.
So after a moment of hesitation, a moment of thought, a moment where he considers answering by initiating the kiss himself and then another where he decides to use his words instead, he smiles, a hand coming up to skim over the other man's cheek, to thumb at the scar under his eye. ]
Yeah. [ His voice is barely more than a whisper. ] You can kiss me.
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As Kaveh kisses for an answer, Wriothesley slides his hand up one of his thighs to grasp and feel between his legs. He palms his cock easily as he presses their lips together again, his eyes involuntarily close as Kaveh traces his scar.
He searches for the hem of his pants, eager to tuck his fingers in them to pull the fabric over his length, freeing him entirely. Of course, they still have a layer of sheets to soft land the exposure just in case.
The way he looks at him when he pulls away from his lips is kind of miserable. A shiny coat of their saliva coats his bottom lip as he searches his eyes.
He holds his gaze feverishly, briefly looking down at his chest to make sure the bandage hasn’t budged. He’s wedging his pants down, trailing his finger from side to side as they slide underneath his body, past his thighs. )
The tea can wait, right?
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And Wriothesley breaks the kiss to look at him, and for as much as Kaveh is trying not to hope, the expression in those eyes twists his heart as if to break it, a miserable uncertainty that holds his gaze even as his pants are pushed down his thighs and beyond, as the warden asks him if the tea can wait—
And Kaveh has so many questions: he wants to ask the other man if this is really what he wants, if he needs to stop and think, if he wants to just try taking it slow. But with the Duke's body this close to his own, his hands working to strip Kaveh of his clothes, he feels helpless to do anything but nod, to pull Wriothesley back into another kiss. ]
It can wait.
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His fingers trace down his aching underside to his sack, cupping him entirely sweet and easy. He strokes him down slow, easing his foreskin over his shiny head while Kaveh kisses him again.
Wriothesley’s tongue slides between their lips, mouth parting in pure desire to consume more of him.
He’s unsure what Kaveh might like as far as the bedroom goes— this is the first time for Wriothesley being with a man. A mistake might be enough to send Kaveh running with it looking back.
It’s not like Wriothesley is all that ignorant about things, but he wants to do right by him.
His fingers slide lower around his taint, breathing through nostrils as he devours Kaveh’s tongue. Then he pushes calloused digits — the ones responsible for so much violence and tragedy - around the heated center of his asshole.
That’s when he pauses for a break to breathe, watching him as he massages around his ass. He’s unbelievably tight, he isn’t sure he can even push his fingers in, let alone his cock.
Yet to have Kaveh hold onto him like this, clutching his shoulders or even digging his nails into him would be mesmerizing, it would make his century in this world. He clears his throat. )
Give me a moment. It won’t take long.
( Just because he hasn’t had sex with a man doesn’t mean he hasn’t fucked someone in the ass before. He knows what to do. )
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Instead, a strong hand finds his cock, cupping his sack and stroking slowly in a way that has the blonde moan a wanton, needy answer into their kiss. His lips part easily under the warden's to answer his kiss, at first with trembling lips, and then with building desire and need as his tongue seeks to match the older man's in the steps of an elaborate, hungry dance.
And there's part of him that wants to touch more too, to reach down past where he clings onto Wriothesley's shoulders and run fingers over his chest, explore each and every scar before working lower still— but even now, in the middle of this and with the other's fingers pressing against his ass in a way that makes Kaveh whine for more, even now he's afraid that the wrong move could send the other scrambling again.
But, oh fuck, Kaveh thinks he's never wanted anyone as badly as he does Wriothesley in this moment. Even as the kiss breaks, and the other continues to massage over his ass, Kaveh looks up at him, carmine eyes glittering with desire, and he nods, feeling his mouth run dry at the promise inherent in the other's words. ]
Okay. [ It's barely a whisper, and he lays back to watch as Wriothesley gets out of the bed to fetch a bottle of lube for them. Fully naked as he is, there's no way the blonde isn't going to stare, eyes trailing along the lines of defined, strong muscles, the half-hard cock starting to jut up from where it would usually rest, the curve of his ass, and Kaveh finds himself licking his lips again, wondering about what kind of noises the elder might make if the architect took him into his mouth—
He manages to clear his throat, to look up at Wriothesley on his return to the bed, and Kaveh reaches a hand out to him, the same question in his eyes that there is on his lips: ]
...Will you let me touch you too?
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Scars and other marks still cover plenty of his body. Like his sides and thighs. Old stitching around his knee and behind of it, injuries collected over the years.
He regards Kaveh with a tilt of his head, curious and humoring a smile on his lips. He’s more beautiful than any painting on the finest corners of Palais Mermonia, sprawled on his mattress and between his sheets. The intention is to make a mess of it all.
Wriothesley pulls back the sheets from Kaveh’s body entirely while he climbs on again. )
Thought you’d never ask.
( He’s mindful of Kaveh’s injuries as of late, so he’s somewhat less aggressive than their time in the ship cabin. It’s taking everything in him not to do as he pleases, or manhandle him in ways that would end up in Kaveh screaming.
His moaning ripples through him, sending a heavy twitch of his cock like he’s begging for his mouth and hands. Wriothesley settles one knee on his pillow, reading the way Kaveh moistens his lips like a cute little slut. Another knee is anchored lower beside Kaveh’s side as he positively spreads himself near his face, looking down at him. He’s well groomed but not clean shaven.
He’s fully aware he may have to go down on Kaveh at some point, but he’ll worry about it later or if Kaveh asks him to. He can’t deny the nerves striking him with his every move thinking about it. He grabs Kaveh’s hair roughly, tangling his fingers through it to keep him encouraged. If he goes any anything that happened in the ship, he thinks Kaveh might like this. )
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Then come here—
[ And maybe if Kaveh were feeling particularly difficult, he'd point out that he has asked, multiple times in fact, but the thought doesn't even reach his mind, engaged as it is with the way Wriothesley moves to kneel over him, legs spread at either of the blonde's sides and half-hard cock in easy reach of his lips. For the first time, Kaveh notices the metal embedded into it and his mouth all but waters, eyes wide and blown out. And then the other grabs roughly at his hair and another moan trips off his tongue, a fresh hint of pink in his cheeks at how easily he reveals himself, at how quickly the other seems to have worked out what he wants, what he likes—
His hands lift, fingers curling over those strong, muscled thighs to brace himself, and he shifts his head forward to take Wriothesley into his mouth, lips curling around the head and tongue swiping beading precum from the slit, slow at first as he adjusts to his girth, taking him a little deeper with each movement of his mouth.
But he's wanted this for too long not to relish every moment; for every inch his mouth gains, he pulls off the other again, glancing up at his face with curious ruby eyes before trailing wet, sloppy kisses down along the side of his shaft, rubbing and sucking at his sack, his tongue giving extra attention to the pierced skin at the base of Wriothesley's cock before he moves back to the head to continue. ]
Tell me— [ he mumbles between the wet noises of his mouth, between the occasional soft moan ] —what you like.
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A aims a knowing smile at him, stern as he tries to keep himself composed. )
Like something you see? I got them a few years ago.
( He's not afraid to experiment, that much is clear, and the area around the piercings between his flesh is more sensitive than usual. It causes all sensation to thunder through his ballsack, borderline painful but hard to distinguish the difference. Kaveh renders his voice mute as he watches him work around his bulbous head, sucking and cleaning off the precum. Every twitch is Wriothesley desperately begging in silence. Seeing him suck in inch by inch, wet and noisily will be something worth thinking about for a lifetime. Kaveh is doing a number on him, sending him spiraling into a daze of pleasure he could honestly enjoy for hours on end. )
What you're doing, keep doing it. If I don't like something, I'll tell you.
( But if he were to take his questions at face value, he knows the answer to it now. The fact he really, really likes Kaveh. )
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(It's been a while since he's taken someone this big, but he wants all of him, damnit—)
For now, he trails another wet series of kisses down the shaft, giving himself a moment to relax his throat and mouth, before returning, and perhaps it's obvious how much he does like those piercings, because every time his lips travel down there, they're given extra attention. It's a pattern he continues until his nose is pressed into the trimmed patch of hair above the base, his soft moan vibrating around the whole of the warden's cock. Only then does he start to move again, fucking his mouth down around the other man, the sounds wet and obscene and interrupted only by his occasional moan, his soft gasps for air.
Between his own legs, his own arousal is weeping with need, his hips twitching subconsciously surfaceward even as he focuses everything onto Wriothesley and his needs, some small part of him desperate to please the other so he can see what he's been missing out on having all this time. ]
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( It's impressive just how the heat of his tongue can still lap his underside when there's such little room in his oral cavity to begin with. No wonder he’s still getting adjusted, pausing to lather every thick inch with kisses, or rolling over his piercings like he’s savoring a delectable treat. Wriothesley’s eyes watch half-lidded as his cock is shocked with sudden waves of involuntary twitching. The pleasure is mind-numbing when it’s left to someone else’s will.
Kaveh’s moans adds a very specific layer of pleasure that drives him wild for him. He feels the vibrations in a void of purity where nothing else around him matters. Not even the sins still staining the depths of his heart.
The endearing passion and precision Kaveh imposes makes every hair on his nape shoot up and every nerve shoot down. This is a pivotal moment when everything is bound to pour over the brim.
Wriothesley yanks him back, rolling his hips so his cock is suspended by its hardness in the most obscene manner, then he traces Kaveh’s lips with his glans to dress his pretty lips with precum. He seems amused behind blue eyes, his lips are tight with an incoming smile. )
Take it all.
( He pries his jaw to the limits of its bounds when Kaveh finally swallows him, pushed so far into him he feels his cock stretching his throat. He visibly twitches the moment he's met with his heated gullet. So velvety and tight. Every time Kaveh attempts to breathe in, and every time he chugs down saliva and precum, moaning and then pausing to gasp, Wriothesley is sent to cloud nine. )
Kaveh…
( His thoughts become a flurry, his stomach full of the emotion and butterflies. Most of all, more, ravenous desire. He pulls his hair back, tilting up his head to see him. )
I’d like to fuck you. Right now if that’s alright with you.
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The sound of his name on the other's lips has him moaning around a mouthful mixed of precum and his own saliva, and then he's pulled back once more, half-lidded eyes meeting burning ice blue as he swallows it back, not wanting to make a mess.
And then he smiles, slow and beautiful, lifting his head fully off Wriothesley's cock— though not before leaving a slow, wet kiss against the head, a slow stroke of his tongue over the slit— and letting his hands drift from where they were braced against his thighs to move up, touching and exploring over his abdomen. The muscles are taut, and he can only imagine how good they'll look tightening with effort as the other man fucks into him— ]
Yeah. [ His voice is breathy with his own need, and hoarse from having had a cock pressed into his throat mere moments ago. ] That's... that's— "alright" is an understatement, really—
Please. I want you to fuck me.
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When he readjusts himself further down on him, lifting his leg over so he can fit between him, he finally sees the misery of his cock begging for him. Wriothesley figures this is not so different than he expects, so he reaches for him and grips his head around his thumb and index, twisting and stroking him. He dripped enough that his skin glides beautifully, and he feels so smooth. He thumbs over the slit to experiment if he likes it, cautious as ever. )
Pass me the lube, yeah?
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Fuck, he's in trouble, isn't he?
Wriothesley's hands are just as strong on him as they are in any other aspect of his life, and yet surprisingly gentle in his experimentation. It's almost difficult to focus on anything else as a result, to the point that it takes Kaveh a few seconds to process the question when he's asked.
But then he nods, and reaches out to snag the lube from where the other put it earlier, holding it out with a small, lazy smile. ]
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He smiles back at him, popping open the bottle as he wedges his knees closer at either side of him. The substance is icy at first, coating most of his cock and dripping onto Kaveh's balls. It's the kind of sudden punch that gets his cock more heated, twitching for Kaveh's eyes to admire.
Then the bottle is ultimately shut and forgotten about. Blue eyes lean closer to him, dipping down and disappearing underneath Kaveh's jaw. The heat of his neck against his mouth is delightful to kiss while his hips ease to press tight against him, similar to how they were positioned back in the ship. Perhaps it's out of mere inexperience with men that Wriothesley settles for their cocks to meet thickly and slide against one another.
He kisses one side of his neck, then over his Adam's apple, then the other side as his hips roll steadily. His piercings press neatly against Kaveh's balls, too. Then a hand sneaks between their bodies so he can push down his cock to align himself properly, leaving behind a messy trail of lube and precum across Kaveh's inner thigh until he's slotted under his sack.
For this, he likes to see what he's doing. For one, he wants to see Kaveh stretch himself and take him because that's the type of man Wriothesley is. Lips bruised from all the work on his neck, his gaze alternates between Kaveh's pretty ass and his face. He helps his cockhead with his thumb, pushing it in slowly. His nipples harden from the sheer pleasure, every muscle is as tense as his cock. His nerves pulse and he breathes in a sweet sigh, holding back a moan. )
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