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

( 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. ]

Fuck.
( The word jets out through a pleasing sigh as his spine curves and hips thrust. Kaveh's hand is a blessing around his girth, stroking him with such finesse that it may ruin any future handjob. It's something to get used to, allowing himself to cease control of anything around him and watch as Kaveh's heated mouth trails over the scars on his body. A lot of them seem long faded, most are darker than his usual skin and somewhat jagged. It's a map full of histories and struggles he faced in his childhood and adulthood.

He doesn't expect his nipples to react like so, tightening around the edges as his mind numbs any other thought. His chest rises with his breathing, legs spreading as Kaveh sends another wave of rapid strokes that are more akin to teasing than anything. He mutters under his breath, fighting his own demons as he tries not to snap out of his bindings to overtake him.

His cock tenses again under the immediate hotness of his tongue, wetly giving him a taste of pleasure that shoots into his spine. His balls tighten along with it and all the room absorbs are his rough sighs and deep breaths. Only someone as passionate as Kaveh could treat a cock so deliberate and beautiful. Those lips deserve the world on them.

The peaceful waves of pleasure easing through him soon shatter with the intensity of his throat coming down on him, stretching to his size as he swallows him whole. Wriothesley's wrists flail roughly from the bindings, but only a moan breaks loose. A man can only take so much of this, and if it wasn't for Kaveh's gaze piercing him, he might have had the bindings coming undone. )

Fuck, Kaveh. Don't... Move.

( Unless he needs to breathe, that is. He tries his best angling his hips, thrusting into his mouth but not so successfully, begging for him to fuck his own throat. )

Actually, move.

[ A smile finds Kaveh's lips at the way Wriothesley breathes out that pleased, strained curse, the blonde more than enjoying the way the other man strains under him, sighs and breathes and flails against his binds— though, to the blonde's pleasure, doesn't break them, even though Kaveh knows he easily could.

Of course, from this angle he can't see him as well as he would like, but he looks so good, skin flushed and eyes blown out, the hint of frustration on his features as he tries and fails to fuck properly into the mouth wrapped around him. Kaveh hums, knowing that the sound will echo as vibration across the other's arousal, but otherwise stays still for a few moments, allowing himself to adjust where he didn't previously— and teasing Wriothesley at the same time.

But he doesn't hold back for too long. His hands brace themselves on the other man's thighs and he starts fucking his mouth in earnest with the whole of the warden's length and girth, and from the sounds he makes in time with the first few movements it will likely be clear he didn't give himself quite enough time to relax his throat. His breath gusts through his nostrils, his throat and lips making obscene sounds as he moves, and he doesn't show himself any real mercy, taking the other man fully to the hilt each and every time, even as his throat continues to spasm in protest.

His original goal in tying Wriothesley up had honestly been to tease him a little, to take it slowly and build the other up without losing control. But Kaveh is lost in the pleasure involved in making the other groan and strain, enjoying too much the feeling of his twitching cock, wanting to feel him fall apart. ]

( Kaveh’s lips look beautiful stretched around him like a first class whore with perfectly hollowed cheeks. Even his teeth raking down his cock as he moves gives him an edge of pleasure knowing how disgustingly strained that jawbone is. He tilts his head back against the frame, sighing and bucking hips in involuntary and reckless motions. Every bone on his fist are paled, balled up in agony.

He glances down when, watching Kaveh bob his head, fucking his throat like there’s no tomorrow. Wriothesley is trying to untie the knots this time, feeling swollen by the second. Every choking, wet sound coming from Kaveh is another wrench of pleasure that pushes him on the edge. Everything around him is a void. )

Kaveh—

( He snaps himself loose in time, reaching down on his hair to yank his worked mouth off of him. This, too, will become a surprise when Kaveh is greeted face to face with Wriothesley purposely holding his cock to dress his entire face in white. He’s half lidded as his cock twitched and releases more, dripping down Kaveh’s forehead, hair and cheeks. Some of it latches over his lips.

All Wriothesley can do is watch as the pulsing continued, every aftershock is a piece of heaven and yet, he manages a shit eating smile. )

[ Despite looking up at him, Kaveh doesn't really notice when Wriothesley starts to work to undo his binds; he's too focused on the movement of his head against the other, impaling his throat on the warden's cock over and over. He does, though, recognize the sound in the other's voice, that warning, and he starts to tug his head back

only to have it done for him, hair grabbed and yanked in a way that makes Kaveh moan, the kind of sound that would put a whore to shame. He planned for it, and yet it's still a shock as ribbons of semen paint his face; his eyes forced to close, he's unable to see the grin on the other's lips, but he can taste the saltiness on his own, licking them absentmindedly as he pants out quick, short breaths, seeking to refill his lungs with air.

He reaches up to wipe his eyes, but even when he opens them again, he can see hints of Wriothesley's cum glistening between his lashes. And perhaps he could tell him he had the same intent, but now that he can see the look on the other's face, he finds he doesn't want to take that away. So instead he gives him a Look, even if he can't quite help the laugh that bubbles to his lips. ]

Waking me up with your mouth and now decorating me like this— what else are you into, Wriothesley?

( He eases against the headboard in a daze, mind emptied from coherency as the aftershocks of his orgasm still spams through his softening cock. The sight of Kaveh wearing his cum so proudly, licking it as if it were a treat is nothing short of ethereal.

His heart is still rampantly thundering as he watches Kaveh wiping and putting himself back together. The lack of words means he did live up to his hype, getting Wriothesley to cum as hard as he did.

But did he expect it or is he into this as much as he is?

He tucks back blond strands of hair and guides him up so they’re chest to chest. Mornings should be spent like this, enthralled and full of pleasure. Given the chance, he’d do it everyday. )

Wouldn’t you like to know?

[ Truth be told, Kaveh's not exactly put back together by the time he's tugged up to be chest to chest with the other, and his smile is a little shy what with his eyelashes still glistening and his cheeks liberally covered in semen. (He doesn't realize yet that there is some even in his hair.) It's the only thing that stops him from kissing the other again, or perhaps burying his face in his shoulder— instead, he grabs part of the sheet and uses it to wipe at his face.

It'll be the second day in a row that the Duke has to ask for a clean set of sheets.

Oh well. ]

I would like to know, [ he answers with a smile once he's licked off what he can reach, wiped the worst of the rest of it off, shoved the sheet off to the side. His hand comes up to run along the other's jaw; his smile is still soft, but less shy now that he's a little cleaner. Sweet. Curious. ] But I wanna know everything about you, Wriothesley, so that's not really anything unique or special.

( A murmur is barely audible when Kaveh's weight is secured on him: You doing good? He's not sure how the pressure could affect his bandaged torso or if it would cause him any more pain, but seeing as Kaveh isn't complaining, he soon drops the concern.

Everything feels alight as his body is still recovering from the orgasm, living in cloud nine with Kaveh to ground him is one way to spend a morning. He reaches for the sheets so he can help wipe semen off his eyebrow and the other side of his cheek. This time, he doesn't plan on changing the sheets unless Kaveh wants him to. What's a stain or two going to do? It's not like they went all the way.

He rests his arms around Kaveh's shoulders while having his jaw tended to. It doesn't feel nearly as sore as he expected it, then again it's not like he sucked off Kaveh for too long. The aftertaste is vaguely still there, on the back of his throat. )

Your life is far more intriguing. There's only so much I've been able to do living here most of my life. But since we're on the topic, how do you feel about choking?

Edited (i had to add things) 2024-01-31 22:13 (UTC)

[ Barely audible, but still there; Kaveh nuzzles contentedly into the other, pressing a soft kiss against his jaw as he nods, yawns, stretches. There's a part of him that feels like he could go again, now that he's had some rest, but Wriothesley only just came, and the blonde feels overall lazy and content, anyway. It's nice, resting like this with him, just enjoying the quiet between them,

and if he pouts a little when the other man redirects the conversation topic back off himself, he hides it in scarred skin so as not to look like he's trying to pressure him into talking.

Because he's not— he's really not. He wants to learn more about him, but he understands too that the other has his reasons for keeping things close to his chest. And maybe he would say something to that effect, too, just to assure him that he's not trying to pry— but instead Wriothesley steals all the words from his mouth, leaving Kaveh to gape and splutter into his neck.

When he pulls back, his cheeks are bright with red. ]

I— that was quite the question—

[ But he bites his lower lip, peering at the other for a moment or two. ]

If you're asking if you can, then... I wouldn't mind trying.

( His mind is sparkling with all kinds of ideas, all the positions he’d like to take Kaveh under just to watch him moan out in delight. His cock says otherwise, though, so positively sucked to oblivion, but it doesn’t mean he’s against having Kaveh’s naked body stretch and lounge on top of him like a lion.

Deflection is one of Wriothesley’s best strategy, it keeps everything about him at bay and safe. Kaveh’s idea of him is likely better than the reality. Just how much longer can he remain this way?

When Kaveh flusters and glances up, he’s more or less lost in some clouds, seeing his hair so full of exhaust, sticking to his cheeks. Some of it still has drying cum.
He smiles at him. )

Good to know, then.

[ Kaveh can't get over how handsome Wriothesley's smile is. It twists him up inside in the best of ways, makes his heart flutter and his stomach flip and all of the stupid romantic tropes that Kaveh read in romance novels and imagined were pure hyperbole based on what he thought was the sheer impossibility of it.

(And he knows his stomach doesn't really flip, heart doesn't really flutter, but Archons it feels like it does.)

He smiles back, and a hand lifts to the other's chest, lazily drawing patterns over the scars, linking them together in designs unique to his mind, contentedly creating an invisible masterpiece on his skin. ]

Tell me about other things you wanna try?

[ Honestly, he thinks he'd do anything the other man asked of him at this point, no matter how he felt about it beyond that. ]

( Flutters of his swarm across the nerves on his sides as Kaveh takes to drawing invisible designs on his chest. It makes his nipples also feel harder, tightening to the touch. He has never been touched so endearingly before, as if every part of him matters on its own, rather than him as a full walking picture. His scars are numb, however, there are hardly any reminiscing nerves beneath the marred flesh.

Every thought is half full of Kaveh, with empty follow-ups of his routine. He never had the chance to have someone so immediately available like this, besides Navia. Even so, it's not like they fucked often. )

Never gave much thought to what I would do to another guy, but you're different. And I'm not just saying that. I mean it. I guess I wouldn't mind you sitting on my face.

[ Archons, he shouldn't have asked— Kaveh feels his face heat up, and he responds with a soft laugh, a press of his face into Wriothesley's neck for a moment, breath fluttering. Even so, his fingers never stop their movement, continuing to decorate their way across the other's skin despite his obvious embarrassment.

In the end, he doesn't say anything for a while, at least not until he can manage to lift himself up to look down at the other again, and his smile is fond, even if there's still red on his cheeks. ]

Someday I'll get used to how dirty-mouthed you are. [ It's said with a soft chuckle, and Kaveh's free hand comes up to comb through the other's hair, touches soft and sweet. ] But I'm also glad to— I mean, it's nice that you see me as different.

We can... you know, we'll figure it out together, if you want.

( His chest fills with warmth knowing his way of sweet talk affects Kaveh to endearing proportions. Wriothesley is a beast that has yet to be tamed, after all. He caresses Kaveh’s shoulders, brushing off some of the longer strands of hair to expose more skin, doing so with a smile. The bruising has long faded from the initial attack, and all he’ll have to carry from Mael will be the scar that will form on his chest.

His eyes briefly close as Kaveh’s fingers comb through his hair, melting him into the mattress to a point of no return. They can figure it out together while they can— but Kaveh isn’t an underworld dweller. These attacks have proved that enough. Then, out of the blue, a concern rises from the depths: )

Do you miss life in Sumeru?

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