sempiternals | How could your heart be stolen by a human?

[ 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—

Please. I want you to fuck me.

( 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. )

Pass me the lube, yeah?

[ 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. )

[ When the bottle is put back to the side after doing naught but coating Wriothesley's cock, Kaveh's lips part in surprised confusion, words on the tip of his tongue that are momentarily forgotten in the sensation of their cocks coming together in a wet slide, even as he knows they need to be said (and oh, the sensation of the metal pressing into his balls does not help, for how good it feels).

His free hand lifts up to curl around the back of the other's neck, fingers spread across the skin as lips explore his neck with kisses, and part of him wants to kiss Wriothesley properly, but his mouth probably tastes like cock right now, and he's not sure the other would enjoy it. Instead, his fingers smooth through his hair, scratching across the scalp as Kaveh tries to find the right words again.

He's not——

It doesn't matter. Before he can manage to say anything at all, the other man's cockhead is pressed against him, pushing into him, and a whine surfaces on Kaveh's lips because he's dry, because he's not properly stretched—

But it's far from terrible. Wriothesley is big, but he's dripping with enough lube that his cock glides into Kaveh's dry hole with the kind of friction that hurts just enough to feel good, a sting that sends adrenaline pumping to all corners of his body without being unbearable. The blonde's fingers grab, scrabbling across the other's forearms to take a hold of his biceps, something to ground himself with as he breathes out, eyelids fluttering. ]

I— Fuck, Wriothesley...

More. Please.

( Kaveh will at least get to experience Wriothesley as he is currently. Not the man from his recent past or his childhood, a murderer left with no choice but to carry justice on his hands. The intensity of his ass gripping so tight around him leaves Wriothesley breathless as he pauses for him to adjust. The way his cockhead slips past his rectum in overwhelming heat finally gets Wriothesley to release a sound in tandem with Kaveh; borderline painful, yes, even for him. A low sorry escapes him as he holds Kaveh tightly underneath his folded legs, pushing them back in an angle.

The learning curve is a tall order for him as he goes by Kaveh's request to move, practically begging to get reamed outside of his mind. Wriothesley can't hold back much longer, either, so he complies. All the mass of his muscle, his bones, and sheer will to claim Kaveh for himself slams all way into him until his balls slap wetly. A breath is barely muffled while he repeats the motion in quicker, more violent succession. Blunt nails dig into Kaveh's legs while he holds him steady, cursing under his breath. If he was any younger he might have just cummed from penetration alone. He looks at him as their bodies rock and clash, panting, watching as Kaveh's cock bounces. Is he supposed to grab it or let Kaveh do as he pleases? He'll ask questions later. )

[ In response to the apology that sounds on Wriothesley's lips, all Kaveh can do is shake his head. As far as he's concerned, there's no need to be sorry; at least for now, any pain he feels is overwhelmed by the pleasure, allowing him to focus on each of the other man's movements—

and then the Duke starts moving in earnest, and the sound Kaveh makes is definitely something close to the scream Wriothesley imagined hearing from him earlier, all but clinging to the other man as his body is slammed back and forth on the bed by the strength in those movements, his head tossed back against the pillow as he writhes in pleasure.

And part of him wants the other to touch him too, to seal that last little bit of pleasure neatly for him, but at the same time he knows he can come untouched, almost wants to, as if it will prove something between them— prove to Wriothesley just how much he wants him, needs him—

(And fuck, he wants to kiss him so bad, but the other's eyes are fixed on the way they're joined, and his mouth still tastes of cock, and——)

He runs his hands up over Wriothesley's abdomen and chest, letting himself explore the firm, tough skin, hands trembling in time with each gasp and moan that leaves him breathless.

He's wanted this for so long, but he never dared imagine it being like this. ]

( His sounds bounce beautifully within the metal walls, and what a sight it must be, to gaze through the window of the Duke's bedroom and see him over Kaveh like this. Thrusting in a way that makes his legs dance with every move, suspended by his grip as he pushes them apart.

He barely makes it so his cockhead swells right behind his stretched hole before pushing in again, fucking hard and precise. Just because he has never fucked a man doesn't mean experience won't come in handy, and then there's the technique of him angling each time he bucks into him.

Wriothesley isn't very vocal, but something about Kaveh just makes him break entirely loose. Rusty, throaty sounds of delight do begin to pour. Kaveh's hands touching, his ass swallowing him isn't enough. He leans down towards him - arms around his neck - and immediately starts claiming kisses out of his mouth, biting down on his bottom lip, breathlessly allowing for their tongues to greet. He doesn't care about the taste, either. It's barely there and it's not like Wriothesley isn't aware of what his cock tastes like. He mutters sweet nothings each time they break away, forehead to forehead and eye to eye as he fucks into him, bouncing on his mattress without repose. )

You feel good.

[ The first of Wriothesley's rusty sounds has Kaveh viscerally shudder, a sharp moan on his lips as his hips arch into those pressing against him, a flutter of his hands against the other's chest— the whole time he was going down on him, the Duke was practically silent but for the occasional moan, and so the blonde knows how hard-won a proper sound of pleasure is. And suddenly they're raining down on him, making him arch and writhe under the other.

Yet he's still not done being surprised, because in the next moment, the Duke's firm, hungry mouth claims his own; Kaveh's response is immediate and eager, his arms moving to circle the other's shoulders in the same way, shuddering in pleasure as those beautiful blue eyes stay fixed on his between kisses.

He's never looked at someone so intently while being fucked before, but Kaveh thinks he could become addicted to the look in Wriothesley's eyes, to the words murmured between their lips every time the kiss breaks. ]

So do you. [ His reply is murmured out, barely there between his gasps and moans, and Kaveh wonders to himself if he's going to be able to last much longer at all; how embarrassing when they've barely started and he's far from an innocent virgin— ]

M— More, don't stop—

Don’t plan to.

( He mutters between their mouths as they kiss. He purposely pulls away from his mouth to watch every pleasure ridden expression on him, breaching into him like relentlessly and giving the mattress a workout of its life. He never did expect to have Kaveh here so intimately, lost in their own gaze so far under the surface.

Even the room becomes stuffy with their sex. The look in Kaveh’s eyes captures him, it provokes his hips to slam harder and loud, claiming Kaveh’s ass to his size and shape. If only he could flip him over instead of being so greedy, hungry to see all his moans roll out of his mouth. He should have fucked him sooner.

He reams himself deep into him and halts all movement so he can take another kiss. The stranglehold on him makes him pulse inside him, swelled to the bitter edge, but he doesn’t come yet. A rough moan mutters into Kaveh’s mouth, and he pulls away just as he grabs one of his legs to ease over the other. This way, Wriothesley shifts behind him comfortably, kissing his neck while as the lewd sounds of balls and thighs smacking him resume from behind.

And as much as he liked Kaveh’s arms all over him, this makes it easier for him to glance over his shoulder and grab his cock. )

Fuck, Kaveh.

( He moans over his ear, biting on his lobe and sucking as his thrusts become quicker and erratic. He’s careful not to fully flip him, keeping themselves sideways and wary of his wound. )

[ Somewhere in the midst of Wriothesley's strong thrusts is the quiet declaration of his plans, a moan of agreement from Kaveh— and then something of a whine as the other's lips pull from his, eyes searching his face instead. The other's mouth coming back to his, and a moment of pause, is all too welcome for Kaveh— despite his begging just a moment ago for the Duke to continue, he's getting too close too quickly for his own liking, and he can't help but be grateful for a moment to breathe.

It doesn't last for long though, with the way the warden manhandles him onto his side, fucking in harder and deeper, a hand taking his cock as he kisses into his neck, Kaveh crying out in shock and pleasure at the way the new angle only allows him to hit all the right places even better, at the way the feel of that callused hand on his cock draws him nearer and nearer to the brink. His thighs are trembling with the effort to hold himself together—

and then Wriothesley moans right into his ear and Kaveh gasps out, a flailing hand flying to cover the older man's hand and try to tug it away, the blonde shaking his head helplessly. ]

If— If you keep doing that I'll cum—

[ And he doesn't want to, not yet, he wants this to last— ]

Okay, don't.
( That's how one can tell he's here for the long run. His hand palms balls and cock entirely before Kaveh is reaching down to stop him, so he lets it slide over his thigh to spread him wider. If not one thing the other, that's what compromising is all about. His other arm coils over Kaveh's neck as he twists slightly to meet his lips and that's how all moans are lost, greeting Wriothesley's sounds as they connect at the mouth. While everyone labors their life around the fortress, Wriothesley fucks his favorite guest into oblivion.

If not hands, he'll use words. After breaking off the kiss to breathe, he's toying at his ear again. He kisses the heated shell of it, behind it, down his neck, and peeks down at his beading cock. For a split second, the idea of sucking him is appealing. If Kaveh is so close like this, he can't imagine what kind of faces, or sounds he'd make if he helped himself to tasting every drop of cum. )

If you weren't hurt, I'd fuck you face-first into the mattress. But I guess... This is just as good. Hm?

[ Compromising will kill him, he thinks, making a sharp, wanton sound that is quickly lost between Wriothesley's lips, and he answers the kiss with desperate hunger, every last inch of him trembling with need—

And then the other man starts to talk, as the blonde gasps out, his hips rocking back down against those that press so fully into him even as he mentally scrambles to hold himself together where his body is so ready to fall apart.

But, Archons, the thought of being fucked into the mattress face-first... gods— ]

What else? [ It's a sharp, helpless gasp, words seeking more even as Kaveh reaches down his own front and forms a tight grip at the base of his own cock, desperately trying to stave off his orgasm a little longer. ] Tell me... what else you'd do to me—

[ His other hand reaches up, snaking around behind the other's head to tangle in his hair, holding him close as Kaveh's body moves against his in earnest. ]

( What wouldn't he do? Wriothesley falls quiet momentarily, allowing their bodies to speak with all their might. Kaveh pushing back into his cock, hungry for him, has never made him feel so utterly blessed. For the time being, thoughts go astray as he continues bucking hard into him, gasping against the curve of his neck. A much-needed moan jets against Kaveh's flesh the moment he feels his hair being pulled. )

It's no fun if I tell you everything. You'll have to find out yourself.

( He pounds a singular time into him, filling him entirely with his cock for an answer. And he remains buried like this, pulsing and needy but patiently sucking on the crook of his neck. He'll leave him without a place in his body that isn't untouched, and yet he will strategically gift him marks in a way they can be hidden by clothes. )

It'll be a surprise.

[ His words are truthful— he shouldn't tell Kaveh everything, it really is no fun for them if he does as much— but the blonde isn't thinking of that right now, driven purely by the hindbrain desperately seeking to allow him to orgasm even as he tries to hold himself back.

So his lips part, unsure if he's going to agree or complain, but what comes instead is a low, wanton moan as Wriothesley pounds in and stills, mouth tending to his neck as a visceral shudder passes through Kaveh's whole body. ]

I like surprises. [ The sound comes through surprisingly weak, and the hand in Wriothesley's hair tugs, head turning, seeking out one more kiss as his hips buck uselessly into his grip on his cock. ]

Fuck me hard, [ he mumbles. ] Make me cum.

( He's not getting tired of Kaveh helping himself to his mouth, and he grinds him slow and sensual as they kiss, pushing in synch with Kaveh's attempt to buck against him at this angle. Piercings lather with the bit of lube still left to dry, pressing into the taut ring of muscle stretched around his girth. A muffled moan leaves him, he really is a fan of having anything pulling on his hair. It causes all kinds of nerves to swarm and spike down his spine, and Kaveh's hands are fantastic.

He breathes hotly through his nostrils as a smile curves against Kaveh's lips in response to his so very candid request. With that, he pulls back to shove Kaveh on his back again, carefully lifting his leg again and barely sliding completely out before he pushes back in with a frantic, involuntary rhythm. Gravity works wonders for him, aiding him with every heavy thrust slamming into Kaveh's insides. To be carved out like this must be what all those inmates dream of when they admire Wriothesley from afar. And here Kaveh is a delightful mess, split to impossible means just to have his ass pumped by his cum. Wriothesley's knees are also spread on the mattress while he works his hips into him. Nothing visible but the trail of black hair to his navel, and his sweat rolling down every muscle and scar. He swallows, half-lidded as he makes Kaveh's body bounce beneath him. )

Let's see it.

[ His request is met with another rough movement, one that sends sparks of pleasure down his spine as Wriothesley leaves him entirely only to shove himself fully back in, making invisible, indelible marks all over the blonde, filling him in a way that leaves Kaveh thinking no one will ever manage to properly do so again.

The Duke tells him he wants to see his release, and it's enough for Kaveh to let go of the tight grip around himself (not that it was doing that much for him anyway, his orgasm creeping closer and closer with every moment going by), and he could fuck his own hand to finish it sooner, but his hands find Wriothesley's back instead, tugging him in close with every frantic, heavy thrust, trimmed nails digging slightly into the skin for any sort of grounding he can get.

Any sound he attempts to make, any word he tries to voice, comes out instead as a helpless, pitched moan, a shuddering cry, and spread out under him like this it's barely a few moments before Kaveh falls headlong over the precipice, crashing into the waves as he orgasms hard, his lithe abdomen painted with ropes and splatters of cum as his body jerks and shudders under the strength of Wriothesley's thrusts. ]

F-Fuck— Wriothesley—

( Watching Kaveh fall apart like a ragdoll fucked in the flesh is nothing short of mesmerizing. His legs bouncing at Wriothesley's sides like there's no tomorrow and for them, it might as well be the truth. There's no telling what their future holds, or if he'll get another chance to feel his tight ass squeeze him.

He's beautifully loud for his room, moans are trapped so well here - all but muted from the world around them. Wriothesley pushes forward, bending Kaveh's spine over so he can fuck down into him. Between Kaveh's nails leaving pretty lines on him and every lewd noise their bodies make, Wriothesley also loses his train of thought. The bliss of silence is like a web of fire through him, pumping heat where it matters most. He closes his eyes trying to keep himself together, rolling his hips as he rides every shockwave sending stars everywhere. All that's left is his cock twitching inside him as it swells and pours, and he allows himself to fill him shamelessly after fucking him so raw.

At least he gets a chance to see Kaveh's stomach trickle with cum while he catches his breath. The everlasting effects of the pure dopamine hit leave Wriothesley a mute, empty impression of a human who will never wash away the title of a sinner. Also trembling, he slowly pulls out with a wet, soft squelch, leaving Kaveh's agape ass stuffed. He ends up finding the towel among the mess of the sheets and tucks it below him before crashing next to him on the pillow. )

All good?

[ For several long moments after his orgasm, all Kaveh knows is static. The world around him is pleasure, his body naught but a receptacle for Wriothesley's enjoyment until bare moments later he's filled, and the blonde's eyes roll back in his head as he whines out, another weak press of his fingernails into skin as the heat of the warden's orgasm sets him alight.

And then there's nothing, nothing except the sinful sound as Wriothesley pulls out of him, leaving his ass fluttering for a moment around emptiness as he whines, nothing except the feeling of the other laying heavily next to him on the pillow—

and his mouth is moving, and he's saying something, but Kaveh is too far gone to hear it properly right now. He blinks up at the other man with dazed, pupil-shot red eyes, and then shifts to kiss him lazily, making another small sound of complaint into his lips when the movement causes some of the warden's seed to trickle free from his ass and into the sheets.

He has never been fucked like that before in his entire life. Kaveh doesn't know if that's just Wriothesley, or if he's been missing out in general, but that doesn't matter because he thinks he might be addicted now.

His soft, lazy kisses trail down over Wriothesley's lips, his jaw, his throat, and Kaveh hums into the skin, a litany of soft sounds on his own mouth— attempts, mostly, to answer, that turn into soft sighs or moans.

When he finally manages to find words, it's to pull away, to look up at him dazedly even as he smiles. ]

Mm. Better than. [ A moment, as he nuzzles his way back into the other's throat, breathes in his scent. ] You?

( Fucking Kaveh feels like he finally scratches the itch in the back of his mind, haunting him day and night with a reminder of his desires. Breathless and heaving, he lays there as every muscle is rendered useless, and yet his thoughts are still vividly focused on Kaveh.

He manages to kiss back before Kaveh pulls away to his neck, and he swallows dryly. The reality of whatever this is begins to sink as each second that passes scrapes off the high of his orgasm. Coldness sweeps across the expanse of his body, turning heated sweat to a wave of goosebumps that is only warmed the moment Kaveh leans closer. He turns to face him, too, and rolls up the sheets up to their stomachs. )

Nothing to complain about.

( But everything to consider. )

[ Nothing to complain about, he says, and yet Kaveh feels the bob of his larynx as he swallows, and it sends anxiety running down his spine where just a moment ago there was nothing but blinding, deafening pleasure. It brings him back to himself more quickly than he would like, and he finds himself straightening, bringing his face even with the other man's, forehead pressing into his as carmine eyes sweep over his features, seeking out some sort of answer.

(And he realizes too late that he's fallen back into the trap, the same trap he promises himself over and over that he won't fall into. He's in love, so much so that it aches, and yet—

Mm, it's not like that for Wriothesley, is it? There's something else, and...) ]

What is it? [ he murmurs, and he hates how soft his voice has become, how vulnerable he feels. ] Talk to me.

( Not exactly the best pillow talk to follow the wonders of the past hour. His mind is buzzing, every thought fractured and all worries distant like an impending storm. He also adjusts himself with him, draping a heavy arm across his side to fold up towards his hair. Fingers find themselves twirling absentmindedly. So red meets blue.

He skirts around the topic tactfully while still remaining genuine and he allows himself to meet Kaveh's vulnerability eye to eye. )

It's nothing. I was just thinking how I should have fucked you sooner.

[ A flush works its way across Kaveh's cheeks at that, and he presses his face into the other's shoulder, shaking his head with a soft sigh. ]

Stupid. [ It's quiet, but affectionate, and he presses a kiss into the skin before straightening up once more. ] Perhaps it's lucky for you then that it doesn't just have to be the once. Right?

[ Is it a statement borne partially out of fear that he'll be rejected again? Yes. But he says it anyway before tilting his head up further still, into the other man's so he can kiss him properly, soft but still insistent, a kiss made of lips and tongue and teeth as his legs tangle loosely with the other's. ]

Mhm.

( Very stupid. Indescribable. If he didn't have this iron wall between himself and everybody around him, Kaveh wouldn't have fucked Mael and then Mael didn't have to hurt him.

His death could have been avoided. He's not sorry about killing him, though. If a man can't follow the rules imposed by their leader then how could Wriothesley trust him not to hurt Kaveh again?

The kiss catches him off guard so their teeth end up colliding. Tired as he is, his tongue still happily laps around Kaveh's and he sucks in his taste. He smothers him by looping his arms around his neck while Kaveh twists their legs together. The softness phases into the kind of desperation only a promise could heal. The only issue is all the words necessary for them are still adrift somewhere, lost in a sea of static and impulses.

He pulls away softly so only their noses keep contact. Wriothesley wouldn't have fucked him if he didn't feel anything, especially knowing Kaveh's true feelings. Despite this, he's unsure how to handle someone so, well, insecure. There's merit to Kaveh's concerns, yes, and Wriothesley takes vast credit for all the past rejections but what is he really asking? )

I did mean it when I said I'd fuck you into the mattress face-first. So...

Mm. Good.

[ It's not a promise. Kaveh knows it's not a promise. He can't and won't allow himself to believe in a promise where none has been made. The only truth guaranteed to him here is that Wriothesley enjoyed fucking him, and intends to fuck him again. The architect knows as well as any other person that sex and love are two different things. There's no cause for him to believe in something that isn't necessarily there.

So he's not asking for anything with his comment, not really.

But will it break his heart when Wriothesley inevitably tells him it's just sex? Of course, even if he promises himself right now that it won't. Such is the difficulty of being in love with a man who's only halfway invested— at least in Kaveh's mind. And that's where the desperation comes in, unplanned by the blonde but existent in his actions because it offers the truth of his feelings. ]

Whatever other surprises you have planned too.

[ He chuckles, nuzzles his nose against the other man's. ]

I'm open to all of them.

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