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

[ 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. ]

( He tries to assess what Kaveh is thinking of, reading into every move of his. His hands are one of his favorite features, displaying a balance of strength and delicacy and magically bringing good over anything they touch.

His yes are shameless as he watches him slip off his shirt— his wound must be healing properly and quicker than usual. Perhaps that’s natural being a vision holder.

The swarm of heat pulses in need of more, and he finally allows his cock to release from the pressing of thighs. Wriothesley adjusts, lowering the fabric of his boxers over the swell. )

Hm? I do.

( For the most part anyway, especially around all things sex. He can’t imagine Kaveh doing anything unpleasant, but his gaze seems cautious as he regards him and Kaveh takes his wrist. )

[ Truth be told, Kaveh isn't even thinking of his injuries right now. They're properly bandaged up thanks to Wriothesley, so being without a shirt for a while isn't going to cause too many problems.

Besides, he needs his shirt for something more important right now.

Despite the other's words, Kaveh can see the caution in his gaze, and so he leans to kiss him, slow and sweet and lingering close even as he ends it. He takes the wrist he's holding and tugs it gently up, over the warden's head, using one half of the lengthened-out shirt to lash it to the headboard, the knots firm but not too restrictive. Wriothesley is strong enough that he could probably free himself if he wanted to, but nonetheless, Kaveh is sure to look at him quietly, a small smile on his lips, a tilt of his head in question. ]

Is this okay? [ His hand trails down over the restrained arm, moving back down toward his body. ] I wanna tie the other one as well.

[ He bites his lip, thoughtful. It's clear as day that he's never done this before... but if Wriothesley can try new things, then so can he. ]

If you want to stop at any time, you should tell me... um... say the word "blueprints", okay?

[ And as long as the other agrees, he'll move to tie the other wrist to the headboard too. ]

( The tension around his wrist makes blood pulse underneath the fabric restraint. Soft as it is, this means surrendering the control Wriothesley is so used to having. Snapping free would be easy with how the knot is holding around his wrist, and Kaveh’s lips are a good enough distraction.

A soft, nervous laugh manages its way between their kiss. Blueprints, very creative. He hopes he doesn’t have to use it. )

Now this is surprising. What else are you into?

( This comes as a way to agree to Kaveh’s terms, granting him the permission to tie up his other wrist. The irony of the warden being made a prisoner puts a smile on his face, and he smirks. So all those times he joked about arresting Kaveh, he wonders now if the comments about putting handcuffs on him truly made him feel. He’ll have to experiment later. )

And now what?

[ Kaveh's smile is a little embarrassed in response to Wriothesley's comment, even as he works to tie up the other's wrist. What else is he into indeed? The simple truth of it, he thinks, is that if it were with this man spread out beneath him, he could probably be into anything— but he doesn't say that, just lays back beside him, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to his mouth. ]

If you want the answer to that, Your Grace, you're gonna have to work to find out.

[ It's the last chaste offering Wriothesley will get for a while. The next kiss is deeper, the lick of his tongue into the other's mouth slower and almost teasing. At the same time, his hand curls around the base of the other's cock, stroking almost torturously slowly, all the way from base to tip, fingers rubbing across the slit and smearing the precum into even more of a mess before slipping back down.

He breaks the kiss to smile, and his hand slips beneath the warden's erection, cupping and rolling over his balls. ]

Now, I make you cum harder than you ever have before.

[ It's a bold claim, and if he's honest with himself Kaveh's not sure he can live up to it— but it's part of the role he's playing right now, sweet and seductive and sensual as he starts to kiss his way down the other's chest, pairing each kiss with a stroke— some slow, some fast; some full-length, some shorter. ]

( Now this is the type of suspense that sends a ripple of delight through his nerves. Kaveh's words sound more like a challenge he's more than happy to participate in. Without control, only frustration is bound to build up somewhere. He seals their agreement with a languid bite on Kaveh's bottom lip, tugging him as their kiss deepens and his hips buck for attention.

Pleasure has never pulsed as hard as he is now, teased to the edge of the world as Kaveh grips his thick girth, moving slowly. Translucent fluid is already making his cockhead glisten and Kaveh's administrations are enough to reap his breath away. Both hands curl into tight fists above his head, short nails digging into calloused palms.

The sensitivity is beyond his realm of knowledge and Kaveh is skilled with his balls. Every breath becomes more labored, every kiss more desperate as blood pools and fills every last vessel in him.

He's a gasping, miserable mess already and he watches as Kaveh leaves him with a trail of kisses to admire, cock still throbbing under his care. He also thinks it's a bold claim but there is a powerful reality in his words considering how hard his heart is pounding. This is something he could get used to, a future he'd be willing to fight for and whoever else might get in their way. )

Let's see it.

( He says between rough breaths, roping Kaveh back to his challenge so he can hold him accountable to it. His cock swells in his hand, begging and twitching more because a hand is not enough. )

[ In Kaveh's eyes, there's nothing better than the fact that Wriothesley is holding him accountable for his statement. As bold a claim as it is, and as much as he doubts himself in everything he does, the other's choice of words shows that the warden, at the very least, believes it to be something possible.

And if he can't manage it this time, maybe the other will let him keep trying until he gets it right.

So Kaveh smiles, and continues trailing kisses down Wriothesley's chest, pausing to allow his tongue to follow the lines of scars, to lave over air-hardened nipples, teeth scraping and breath ghosting to offer yet more sensation. He alters up his strokes, moving quickly for several seconds before slowing down to a deliberately dragging, painfully slow tempo, and he can't help the low chuckle on his lips when he does because he knows how fucking frustrated the other man must be right now, wanting to grab a handful of his hair and take what he wants.

Kisses follow down the line of his snail trail until they find the base of his cock, straining with how hard it is. Kaveh licks his lips, his eyes fluttering back up in the other man's direction.

(And part of him wants to sit up, straddle the other and ride him until they're both exhausted, but he's not prepared for that, and he's eager in his own way, not wanting to waste the time.

Later, perhaps.)

Instead, his tongue traces its way down from base to tip, offering kittenish laps and kisses at the head as his fingers slide down again to cup and roll over Wriothesley's balls. And then Kaveh does something he's never dared do before, all in the name of surprise, impaling his mouth and throat fully with the other's cock, allowing neither of them the time to adjust. He gags around him, but holds, eyes fluttering in an urge to shut but desperately wanting to see the other's reaction. ]

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