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

[ 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.

( There is something more between them than lust. Lust is what he shares with Navia when they both need one another to release stress. He should update her with the news, anyway. Perhaps he and Kaveh aren't anything definitive or exclusive, but Wriothesley knows now: he's not interested to fuck anybody else and that will be his secret to carry.

His loyalty is thicker than the blood between these bricks.

If this were just sex, Wriothesley wouldn't be laying next to him basking, enjoying the company, or taking care of him. )

Do I still have to sleep on the floor?

[ There's a moment of silence as Kaveh processes the question, and then the blonde laughs, bright and warm, his concerns chased away by the amusement. ]

Only if I'm joining you, [ he whispers, and slips a hand around the back of Wriothesley's neck, tugging him into a firm kiss. His mouth tastes of the salt from their sweat, but Kaveh hardly minds, his tongue tracing along the seam of his lips, his teeth nipping at the plush skin. ] Though I don't think the floor would be all that comfortable to sleep on.

[ With another laugh, Kaveh shifts, his mouth following the trail of scars down Wriothesley's neck, soft presses of his lips into the skin for every few inches that he moves. Of course, it's none of his business, but he's curious, wonders if the other will tell him more someday— ]

Mm.. is this okay?

( He's sure by now they've kissed enough to make up for all these months they've known each other. Kaveh takes the liberty to sling his arm around his neck and Wriothesley happily grabs a handful of ass. )

I have to agree. Even a mattress doesn't hold so well directly on the floor.

( Without the gauze around his neck, his scars do feel naked and their existence becomes a focus when Kaveh's lips trace over them. It's not that he's uncomfortable by it, but more like they never get much affection. The idea of someone gravitating towards them is foreign, and the touch is certainly new to him. He's glad Kaveh isn't repulsed by them, at least. )

It's alright.

( Today is not that day. Not unless he wants to see Kaveh run out the door. Not because of the action itself but because Wriothesley stands by his decisions. He ends up lifting Kaveh's chin to face him again, contradictory perhaps, but he actually invites another kiss between them instead. He presses against him hip-to-hip, enjoying the heat and softness of their cocks grinding against one another as a result. It's nothing intentional or sexually charged, there's no way Wriothesley can get hard anytime soon. )

Let's get cleaned up. I don't know about you, but I'm starving.

Good. [ It's mumbled contentedly into Wriothesley's skin as he continues to work his way over the scars, smiling lazily into each kiss— though before he can travel much further, his face is cupped and tugged up to meet the other's gaze, the other's mouth, his hips rolling casually against that soft warmth, the sensation making him shiver in pleasure despite him being physically unable to get aroused again just yet.

Mentally, though it's a whole other story. Even as the Duke suggests they clean up so they can eat— and Kaveh is hungry— his brain is a few steps ahead, already imagining what they could possibly get up to after the fact—

Or later, he decides when he goes to climb out of the bed and finds himself wincing, belated revenge from his body for being so willing to take the other man without properly stretching himself out first. ]

Nn. So we bathe, fix up my dressings, get food, and I'm gonna need some painkillers. [ He offers the other a reproachful glance, although he's far from angry or upset by what has just taken place. ] Next time, fingers first.

Oh— Sorry. Fingers, got it.

( He can’t say his experience with women and anal is the same. An ass is an ass, but now he begins to wonder if he hurt them, too, or if it’s Kaveh’s personal preference.

He admires his body at full length, following him out of the bed. He immediately goes to check his phone on his desk, ass fully on display and cock proudly hanging. )

I’ll have someone bring me new sheets.

( The text is sent off and now he’s fully Kaveh’s again.

He doesn’t bother with a bath this time, it’s too time consuming. A good rinse with soap is all they need, besides it would be dangerous soaking Kaveh’s wound in a bath when it’s still too fresh. )

Did I hurt you?

[ The first thing Wriothesley does when they get out of bed is go to his phone, and the immediate thought that freezes Kaveh's blood is one of that girl, and it's just another reminder that he's fallen into the same trap as before, allowing himself to give in to this man whom he loves, who doesn't love him. He knows it can't just be a physical thing, that the Duke wouldn't do that to him after their encounter in the ship, but at the very least it's not what he craves from the other.

And it's not like they've even talked about anything past the physical, so...

If it is her, he has no right, does he?

It doesn't stop the twisting ugliness in his stomach though, and Kaveh forces a smile as they move into the bathroom, shaking his head, working to undo the dressings so that they'll be able to clean and re-dress them. In the dim light, the cuts look nastier than they did before, somehow, but Kaveh knows that's because they're healing. Tighnari has told him more than once that a little red is a good thing, even if he struggles even now to believe it. ]

Not really. I'm a little achy, but I think that's a combination of a few things. [ Like, for example, the man's sheer girth, or the fact that Wriothesley fucks hard, something that Kaveh's not really used to. ] But if we'd taken the time to stretch me out first, I think it would've helped.

[ Even as he says it, even as the other man helps to clean his chest, all he can see in his mind are pretty blonde ringlets and curious sapphire eyes. ]

Maybe next time we can take it a bit easier, and... talk about some of that stuff.

( Whoever is texting Wriothesley responds in record time speed, putting everything together on their end for him to be greeted by fresh sheets at his door as soon as he's done here.

The shower is much needed to relax all the intensity off of his body, sore and exhausted from all the vigorous thrusting. Wrapped up with a towel, he sits on another chair in the bathroom to help clean Kaveh's wound. Hair dripping still, he glances to and from his eyes to his chest. The vivid redness doesn't bother him, and he's tender around the edges as he cleans off any dead flesh in its healing process. )

I should have asked you first, so forgive me. Part of me thought you'd change your mind somewhere along the way and I rushed through the motions. I'm not so entirely innocent, but practice makes perfect, no?

[ Standing there after the shower as Wriothesley helps to clean up his wounds, Kaveh watches him in silence, trying to chase the haunting thoughts from his mind. He knows it's stupid for him to be thinking about that girl, to be so painfully jealous when he's just gotten what he's wanted for so long—

(except it's not that, is it? And perhaps therein lies the whole of the problem)

—but then the older man says something that silences his brain for a few moments, making carmine eyes widen in shock.

He reaches out, fingers finding the sharp line of Wriothesley's jaw, stroking over the roughness of the skin where stubble has only just begun to form. ]

You thought I'd change my mind? [ His hand lowers to move the Duke's out of the way, Kaveh deciding in the moment they can worry about his wound later and for now reaching to draw the other closer to him instead. Standing as he is to the other's sitting, he has to lean down, but he smiles fondly, pursing his lips against Wriothesley's in a chaste kiss. ]

I never changed my mind while you were trying to make me change it. What makes you think I'd change it now?

[ He pulls back, and for a moment his lips move to form the words, to remind the other man that he's in love with him— but an image of blonde curls and sweet blue eyes stops him, and he falters in the words, leaving them unsaid as he stands properly again so the other can resume cleaning.

He's already going to get hurt from this, no matter how much he pretends he won't. So why add eventual humiliation to the mix too? ]

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