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

I told you it was stupid.

[ The words are muttered, and once Wriothesley sets down the sheets and the food, he steps forward into the other, arms winding around his waist and head pressing onto his shoulder. He's grateful, he realizes, that the Duke doesn't seem to have taken offense despite what he's practically accusing him of doing— of being— and he sighs softly, eyes closing as he breathes in that grounding, calming scent he likes so much. ]

You didn't have to tell me what the text was. I know it's none of my business. And even if you were texting her, I— I mean you're allowed to do that too. I know that.. I know you don't do exclusivity, and I slept with you knowing that, so...

[ He pulls back again, making a frustrated face up at the other man, shaking his head. ]

Everything I'm saying is coming out wrong. I don't want you to think— I'm not trying to pressure you or anything, apparently I'm just really fucking bad with words right now.

( If he doesn't tell him about the text, Kaveh might still take all these thoughts well into his nightmares and the subject will simply resurface. Besides, Wriothesley doesn't mind giving him a sense of reassurance when he's obviously about to enter a state of panic.

He should have seen this coming, though. The one thing he did try to avoid: exclusivity.
Picking his words wisely now is more of a chess game than anything else. The wrong statement might ruin everything they have now, but if Wriothesley is going to be honest with himself...

He wraps his arms around him as they stand by his desk, but it's not enough to stop the trainwreck developing in front of his eyes. )

Let's sit down and eat before the food gets cold. I also got you the painkillers. We can discuss all this after you've calmed down. I promise.

[ Kaveh nods into Wriothesley's chest as the other wraps his arms around him, holding him around the waist for a few long moments as that voice, the same as that scent, serves to calm him, help him breathe again through the panic— through the part of him that was terrified that even just opening his mouth to these truths would be enough to send the other man running from him.

(And how could he blame him, if it did? Kaveh's messed up beyond what anyone should have to deal with, isn't he? Let alone someone who never wanted commitment in the first place...)

He takes a small breath, pulls back with a weak smile and nods. ]

Okay. Thanks. For getting food, and for the painkillers. And sorry for stealing your clothes. I realized I didn't have anything to wear that wasn't all bloodied.

( Wriothesley might have been running already if this conversation took place any other time, not that it makes it any better after fucking him. He caresses his shoulders before slipping away from his embrace. He feels, in a way, responsible for giving in to his desires. He pulls out one of the chairs for him so the two can have a seat side by side on his desk.

The deluxe meal practically glimmers light and the best scents into the room. His stomach begs loudly as he unwraps their utensils, sliding Kaveh his pair. )

Don't you worry. They look pretty dashing on you.

( He glances at him while he breaks off a piece of garlic bread, devouring a bite with two full cheeks. In just two minutes, Wriothesley practically inhales down the lamb chops, bread, and vegetables, wiping his mouth neatly after like it's nothing. It's the longest two minutes of his life as he tries to think of a way to get Kaveh to feel better. )

So, the Navia situation. I'm not going to be fucking her, but she is a longtime friend and I will be in constant contact with her. That won't change. I'm saying this so you don't get worked up when you see her visiting me for whatever reason. Sometimes our logistics cross and we end up having to work together, too.

Other than that, I do feel pressured. But if it makes you feel any good, I don't want to fuck anybody else.

[ Kaveh is a slower eater, although there's something about the way Wriothesley practically hamsters his food that makes the younger man smile. If he ate that fast he'd end up with a stomach-ache, but to the older it seems like no problem at all, and he's left to stare in something part-admiration, part-amusement. It's enough to distract him momentarily from the nastier of the feelings coiling in his gut, at least for the two minutes before the Duke starts to answer Kaveh's concerns.

He chews his food in silence as the other man talks. Navia. She even has a pretty name, he thinks. And he can understand that she's important to him— he would never ask Wriothesley to end a friendship for his sake, even if the thought of them working together makes his stomach flip.

What's worse, though, is what the Duke says next. Kaveh closes his eyes, and sighs. ]

I'm sorry. I really.. I'm really not trying to make you feel that way— it's the opposite. Honestly. I wasn't lying when I said what I did. I made the choice to sleep with you knowing that you don't want anything more than that. My... head— [ his heart, really ] —it just sometimes gets in the way of that.

[ He takes a moment to breathe, eats a mouthful or two of his food. ]

I guess I'm saying that... it does make me feel good, when you say that. But. If you decide you do wanna fuck someone else too, I understand that too. I just... that stuff I told you, about my parents— I get scared of getting left behind. That's why I get so... you know.

( Little sleep on top of fucking Kaveh for the first time did make him ravenous, to say the least. After seeing those messages with Navia, he can't blame Kaveh for simply shutting off his feelings regarding her. However, that was also a situation he imposed on himself as confessed, and it's a matter of learning to live with such information. )

Where else would I go? You know where to find me.

( Yes, he's trying to make light of the situation. He understands how Kaveh's trauma comes into play but that is his issue to learn to work through. Wriothesley's responsibility only goes so far, and he's also putting effort into it. He lets Kaveh know about his texts, he tells him his intentions and what he should expect just to meet him halfway. Sure, there's plenty of homework for the two of them to work on, but it's better than square one.

But the position they're in now, Kaveh is going to dig and dig and dig until he forgets what the sky above looks like. )

You're more than just a hole to me if that wasn't clear before.

[ At first, he smiles a little at the joke— and then Wriothesley keeps talking, and he just about chokes on a mouthful of food, coughing and spluttering until he finally manages to get it down— and then he stares, embarrassment written red over his cheeks and mortification in his gaze.

Did the other man really just say— ]

As... as glad as I am to hear that, you should seriously find a better way of saying it. Archons.

[ He knows Wriothesley can be crass, but this was a great deal more so than anything else he's encountered from the man so far. It takes him a few moments to recover enough to start putting more food in his mouth, thinking the words over— well, their meaning, at any rate. ]

I know that, and I'm trying to remember it even when I feel bad. It's... it's a process. [ One hand reaches across, squeezing the other's forearm before returning to his food. ] You'll be patient with me, right?

( He'll choke on food and not his cock? For shame. Wriothesley pats him over the expanse of his back, caressing and rubbing until he's somewhat recovered. Kaveh's a mess, more than he would ever expect from someone as professional and intelligent as him. There is some endearment in that fact, even if proves to be a challenge on its own. That's why he feels a smile creep on his lips and a defeated sigh to accompany it. )

Sorry, didn't mean to make you choke.

( Double meaning there. Distant in his own gutter. )

You've been patient with me, it's only fair that I'm patient back. I'm trying, at least, even if I can't exactly understand you despite knowing all that I do.

Are you feeling better?

[ He can hear the implication in Wriothesley's voice, and nudges him, rolling his eyes once he's recovered enough to do so. He'd return it, but it's not really the right time to do so when the other is answering him, asking if he's feeling better. So instead, Kaveh nods, takes a mouthful of his food and swallows, taking his time to listen and think over what the other man has said before he responds. ]

I know you are. And I'm really grateful for it. I know I'm not the easiest person sometimes.

[ He reaches out, squeezes the other's forearm again, and then pulls his hand back to play across the other's, continuing to eat with one hand.

(Seriously, how did the warden eat his own food so quickly?!) ]

I'm feeling better. [ A pause, as a smile creeps up over his lips. ] But I would ask that next time you make me choke, it's for a more appealing reason.

( He can't help a soft, airy laugh as he's given a well deserved nudge. He takes well to silent scolding more than anything. He rests his elbow on the table, resting cheek against a fist while he watches Kaveh work on his food. It can only be described as idle adoration, so close and yet so far and not even Wriothesley knows it. )

Oh, I'll make sure of it. I'm glad you're better. I have some old blueprints laying around if you wanted to compare the older ones with any new renovations. Not much else we can do here besides talk or sleep.

( Or fuck, whenever he's actually in the mood for it again. Surely the next time won't have a difficult follow up conversation. . . Right? )

I'll go make some tea while you finish that.

All of that sounds good.

[ Drink, blueprints, talk, sleep— all of the above. Kaveh smiles as Wriothesley goes to brew tea for the two of them, quietly working his way through the rest of his meal. When the other comes back, the rest of the afternoon and evening is set, with time spent over the blueprints, curled up lazily in bed dozing, drinking tea, talking about anything that comes to mind—

Like that, the rest of his first day kept personally guarded by the Duke comes to a close; when Kaveh falls asleep, it's in his arms, legs tangled together and only after a series of lazy, contented kisses. ]

Good night, Wriothesley.

( There is nothing in his life he can compare moments like these to. The warm glances after all the tension have subsided on the backdrop of tragedy. Anywhere he touches Kaveh is another experience altogether. The faint scars on his worker's hands, or fine hairs up sun-kissed forearms. Their talks transcend any logic and ride alongside tangents - all with the help of Kaveh being more of a driver than anything - and time simply flows forward even in a place meant to feel stagnant.

He sleeps comfortably like this, entangled between one another through what feels like a biological night. Wriothesley knows the sun is shining above them when the morning arrives and Kaveh is still with him. His eyelashes are long when his eyes are closed like this.

He dabs his thumb over his bottom lip, reminiscent of all the laughter, anguish, and pleasure they are capable of providing. Hopefully, it doesn't wake him. Why is it such a guilty pleasure touching him to his heart's content when he's unconscious like this? Perhaps it's more or less Wriothesley's way of expressing himself without having to keep up the invisible barriers he carries all the time.

Then he leans lower below his jaw, brushing his teeth down his neck until he the collar of his shirt stops him. He pushes it further down to kiss his collarbone, angling himself to slide lower.

Much lower. Between his legs lower.

Hidden underneath the bedsheets, he carefully scoops his hand in the boxers to cup him out of it, leaving the fabric to push beneath his balls. His heart starts pounding between his ears, flashing hot across his cheeks when he takes an experimental lick up. It's somewhat salty from the night, his underside is smooth and likable. Just as Kaveh had done to him before, Wriothesley leaves the sensitive flesh with a kiss, tracing his way up slowly and nervously. If Kaveh ends up kicking him, at least he deserves it. )

[ With everything that happened in the couple of days before, it's no surprise that Kaveh sleeps deeply and dreamlessly through the night— or what could have been one in the lost hours beneath the surface. He was attacked in an attempt on his life, cared for, then fucked so solidly that no one else will ever be good enough, and then had to deal with an emotional whirlwind— courtesy of his own brain and heart— that tried to sabotage something that's barely even begun yet.

Even without all that, though, he's wrapped up in the warmth and comfort of Wriothesley's strong arms as he sleeps, something that has quickly proven to be on its own incredibly soothing for him, now that the rawness of the emotions between them have simmered into something good, rather than something panicky and stressful and hurtful.

If he does start to dream, it's because his physical body is being touched, soft presses of fingers and drags of teeth. In his mind, he's found himself at the mercy of a pack of monsters, Hilichurls with bruise-swollen faces and smirking laughter, knives to his throat. Mehrak is nowhere to be found, but a blast of ice sends them scattering, and Kaveh finds himself lifted onto the back of a horse by a ruggedly handsome prince: black hair, copper-emerald eyes, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. You should be more careful, he says, and then—

A soft moan trips off Kaveh's lips in the physical world as, in his dream, he's lowered to the prince's bed, told to relax, kisses trailed down his body and over his cock. In both the dream and reality, he's flaccid, but the kisses and licks make him twitch, send shudders through his sleeping body. ]

( Kaveh is deserving of deep sleep, to rest in a place where his mind and soul can truly be restored from all the anguish of life. Wriothesley notices the marginal twitches of his cock while and he pulls back momentarily, thinking he's awake. He spreads his legs further apart, palming his balls as he might personally like. Most of Kaveh's cock is coated in a scandalous sheen of his saliva.

He teases the tip with the blade of his tongue, giving it a quick taste as he stretches down snug flesh. He swallows dryly, by no means repulsed. So he opens wide around the head, tightening lips around his girth to test how his jaw might feel. It's not as easy as Kaveh made it seem, that's a fact. He pulls back sloppily, licking around his shape and down again. He'll have to get some direction from him when he's awake, what if he's doing this wrong and has no idea?
He kisses his abdomen, pushing up the familiar shirt while his hand lowers past his balls and between his ass. He won't penetrate him yet, he wouldn't dare without the lube or saliva, but he's eager to touch him anywhere he can. )

[ Kaveh's dream prince laughs in a low, amused voice, presses him gently back with one hand as he explores him— deliberately, torturously slow, every move made to have the other writhing under his fingers and mouth. Lithe fingers tangle in dark hair— in reality, they coil into the bedsheets as Kaveh's body arches of its own accord— and he demands more as the prince smiles, promises him the wait will be worth every moment of exquisite torture bestowed upon him.

Dreams being what they are, he's already aching hard and desperate. His body in the real world is slower to respond, but it is responding, twitching and starting to harden under Wriothesley's ministrations, a flush lifting to the skin as the blood rushes down to answer the pleasure the other is offering.

Kaveh's eyes flutter, and he murmurs something, but he's far from fully awake, head still drooping against the pillow even as the same flush of pleasure starts to paint itself over his cheeks. ]

( He leans back to admire Kaveh's withering body arch involuntarily. The visual of him truly enjoying this even when he's out of his mind makes has Wriothesley aching, pitifully hard in his boxers. He pulls back the bedsheets from his head and Kaveh's knees to fully gaze upon his cock glistening with his saliva.

He's not sure if he could truly deep throat him and treat him as wonderfully as Kaveh had treated him in the past. Distraction comes forth, slipping away Kaveh's boxers from his legs so he can spread him wider in the nude, leaning down again to suck in one of his balls. His tongue rolls over the membrane, tasting him and familiarizing himself with him. Stroking him now could be the beginning of spelling disaster and what a sight to greet Kaveh's eyes whenever he wakes. )

[ The prince smiles wolfishly, and his coppery eyes oxidize into a sharp, bright blue— Wriothesley, Kaveh realizes vaguely— and leans back down between his legs, the pleasure arcing hard through the blonde's spine as he takes one of his balls into his mouth and sucks and licks in a way that has his eyes roll back in his head— in real life, a jerk of his hips, a low moan as his eyes flutter again—

And then a hand wraps around his length and he awakens with a start, eyes flying wide at the addition of a strong, expert hand working over him; he doesn't kick, but his hips buck, and his fingers tighten in the sheets as his lips and tongue work to try and form words, failing but for a sound that later he'll classify as pathetic. ]

Wr— ahhn...?

[ Archons forfend, from this angle he can feel more than see exactly what is happening, but there's a sharp pair of cerulean eyes peering up at him from between his legs, crimson forming a desperate gaze as they meet. ]

Fffuck.

Is this okay with you?
( He asks knowing full well Kaveh might be too busy returning from dreamworld. Wriothesley pulls back slowly from his sack, lapping his tongue sweetly over them while his fist works Kaveh's erection tight and slow. Saliva squelches between his fingers, accumulated just below the line of his crown, where he twists his skin around it.

His own cock twitches and drips in his boxers still, tenting them obscenely as he lowers his lips widely around Kaveh's glans again. He pushes his tongue directly over his pisshole, sliding down his slit while his stroking gets faster right below it. It'll make up for the lack of deep-throating at least. He muffles a phrase that barely escapes through his full mouth or his strained jaw but it says it in his eyes: Good morning. )

[ Is this okay, Wriothesley asks while simultaneously moving his mouth and tongue in such a way that Kaveh has no hope of answering with much more than a garbled sound of pleasure. To show his appreciation, all he can really do is reach down to coil his fingers through the other man's hair, not pulling like Wriothesley did him but touching, holding, a promise that he's okay.

The other man's mouth stretches over his cockhead, tonguing at the slit as his stroking gets faster, and the muffled words only add to the sensation, sending vibrations along the length of his cock, making him gasp and whine, and it takes all the willpower he has in his half-awake brain to not buck into the warden's mouth, hips trembling against the bed, and—

Fuck, he— ]

W-Wriothesley, I—

[ It's about all the warning the other man gets, the stimulation too much for Kaveh's waking brain as his orgasm hits, stuttering his hips in quick, fluttery movements. ]

( The wet sounds of his cock getting stroked to oblivion, rapid and heated do make Wriothesley taste more of his precum as his head bobs. Learning curves come quickly to him and he thinks as long as Kaveh's cock is stiff and pulsing, he's doing a good job. Wriothesley tilts his head a bit as Kaveh touches his hair, seeking the warmth of his hand like a touch-starved animal. Blue eyes stay on Kaveh as he's gasping and making the most delightful sounds.

Yet nothing truly prepares him for the burst of hot, thickened fluid painting the insides of his cheeks. Shock races across his face, pulling back from his cumming tip so he can taste what's already gotten in his mouth, and the rest drips over his lips and chin. Already? Wriothesley's instinct is to wipe off his mouth using the back of his hand, watching Kaveh as he swallows the rest. Tangy, bitter, and somewhat salty - less acidic than what he's used to. He feels it down his throat as he clears it, trying not to blatantly cough. )

Hm...!

[ Kaveh is, to put it mildly, mortified. Usually right now he could bask in the pleasure, but instead he sits up abruptly as the other man pulls back from him, the afterglow ruined immediately by panic as he bites his lip, unsure of exactly what he's supposed to do. ]

Oh, gods. I, uh— I'm so sorry, I— I couldn't—

[ He couldn't hold himself back. The dream, paired with the real life image of the powerful, sexy warden kneeling between his legs, and then the sensation of his mouth on him, something Kaveh doesn't really experience all that often— usually he's the one going down on others— It was too much, and...

He glances helplessly at the sidetable, but there's no water to give the other man. There are tissues, so he pulls a few out and holds them out, the apology still written all over his face. Archons, he's so pathetic— ]

Do you need water? I can go get water? I'm. I'm so sorry.

( A few points to consider: Kaveh is either not used to others giving him favors, his slumber must have made him more sensitive, or his stamina is simply a work in progress. But making him cum this quick on the first try is reason enough to boost his ego.

He takes the tissue to wipe off his chin, clearing his throat again. )

You had to cum sooner or later, I know what I was getting myself into.

( He crumbles the tissue in his fist and tosses it at the trash in the distance, lifting himself to lay next to him. The pillow is puffed around the edges as he settles into it trying to will away his erection, reaching down to adjust his cock so it’s pinned between his thighs. )

Relax, Kaveh. I liked it.

[ Kaveh makes a soft, embarrassed sound as Wriothesley shifts back up the bed, his cheeks darkening in color— but it's still a relief to know that the other man liked it. He'd never imagined the warden would want to go down on him at all, let alone swallow his completion, so the whole thing combined is incredibly...

It's hot. It's overwhelming, but it's so hot.

With no hesitation at all, Kaveh leans in, catching the other man's mouth in a kiss, an effort as desirous as it is tinged with sleep, teeth nipping at his lips before his tongue soothes them, laps at the seam between them, licks into his mouth because there's something so insanely arousing about Wriothesley tasting like him that for a moment he can't quite get enough of it.

Between kisses, his hands shift, one to the other's neck to pull him closer, one to dip down between the other's thighs, rubbing over whatever of Wriothesley's pinned erection he can manage to reach like this. ]

What do you want me to do? [ he whispers between kisses, almost breathless with his desire. He can't get hard again just yet, but in the wake of everything that's happened, that's a technicality to him. ]

( Kaveh's aftertaste still lingers on his tongue as Kaveh leans in to kiss it away. The moment is sweeter than anything as the sounds of their mouths coming together fill the silence. He barely did him properly as he would like others to blow him, but he's glad it was enough for Kaveh to enjoy - to explode.

It's not about biology or gender or any of those things, although Wriothesley still owns his preferences. He never thought he'd be in bed with a man ever in his life, let alone someone so charismatic, intelligent, or beautiful. He'd suck every limb on his body if Kaveh truly wished for it.

He cups his cheek to pull back his hair as they pepper kisses on each other. This is more than what he might do with Navia or any other benefit and he feels it deep in his chest. It's frightening finding someone you're so afraid to lose. He pulls away to glance down, even though the sheets cover them partially.

Then he looks at him again. )

Surprise me.

[ Surprise me, Wriothesley says, and Kaveh hums into their kisses before he pulls away, gaze thoughtful as it sweeps over the other man's body. There are many things he could do, any number of ways that he could get him off, but...

Another hum, Kaveh's fingers tracing slow patterns up and down the other man's erection. His mind goes back to the day before, to the fingers tight in his hair, controlling and firm, and he smiles.

He knows what surprise he has in mind. ]

Wriothesley, [ he murmurs, pressing kisses into the other's throat as he slips his arms out of the shirt he slept in, grabbing it up before it puddles to the floor. Lithe fingers smooth it out, flattening the fabric into something long and thin. ] Do you trust me?

[ To show his intent, he reaches for one of the other man's arms, fingers coiling around the wrist as his eyes search his face. ]

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