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

Those are important times to visit, and the fact you take the time aside to do so says a lot about you.

( He's a kind, selfless man with values that align with him. It's the type of energy that translates to Wriothesley gravitating and unfolding his personal space for Kaveh to enter and be part of. Based on what Kaveh had already spilled to him, Wriothesley knows there's a deep sense of blame still dwelling in his heart. However, he's unaware of how deeply rooted it still is, cursing Kaveh to a life of endless guilt.

He shifts his body slightly so the two can lay side by side, he returns his kiss to his jaw, peppering affection down over the curve of his neck while his arm is still looped around his waist. Like this, he cradles and soothes him and he takes in the edges of his masculinity and the scent of pure desire. While Wriothesley admittedly keeps commitment outside the realm of their current situation, his actions wish for something greater. )

I'll give you all the moral support you need. I truly respect your decision to let me visit his grave with you. I know it means a lot to you.

What was he like?

[ Kaveh hums as Wriothesley shifts so they're side by side, to press kisses down his jaw and neck, a soft sigh as he tilts his head back, allowing the other more access to his skin if he wants it. It's nice, and all he has to do is not let himself read too much into its meaning. That's all he has to do, and it will be okay.

So he focuses on the other's words, on his question, and Kaveh closes his eyes as he thinks on it, if only to shield the other from the sight of the tears that will inevitably well in his eyes when he does. ]

He was such a dreamer... even more than me. He had these big, beautiful ideas about the world and how he could make it a better place. He studied the stars, and he imagined that someday we'll find a way to explore them. Most parents in Sumeru are obsessed with their kids being scholars, not artists, but he and my mother both encouraged my interests instead of pushing me down a different path. And...

[ Truth be told, there's a lot he doesn't remember. He was just a kid, after all, when it happened— but he knows what others have told him in the years since, and perhaps that's good enough.

(It will never be good enough.) ]

...I'm told he was a great friend, too. That he loved to spend time with the people he cared about most, drinking and talking the nights away.

I might have liked him, he sounded like he was a pleasure to have around after a long day at work.

( He doesn't try prying Kaveh to keep their gazes aligned, suspecting the wavering tone in his voice is hinting to impending emotion swelling in his eyes. Part of him tries slotting himself in shoes like that, namely the ones that would require having good parents to begin with. It's a privilege he'll never get to experience and he mourns the absence of it, or a proper childhood.

He cradles him against his chest, caressing his shoulder and bicep to warm him up as the room continues to grow frigid. )

You're lucky to have had parents like them growing up and memories you can at least cherish.

[ Kaveh smiles, pressing his face into the other as he's cradled and caressed, enjoying the sensation of warmth in the middle of such a cold space. There are definitely tears in his eyes, but he feels more at peace about the whole situation than he has for a while; it's nice to just stay pressed in close, breathing the other in as he sighs into his skin. ]

I am.

[ Not that it was for long. But he has some memories, something that certainly not everyone gets to have. For that, he should count himself lucky.

...It's weird how easy it is to reframe it while he's lying with the other like this, pressed into him and breathing his scent. ]

( Silence can be a powerful tool. It could be the pinnacle of horror or comfort and in this case, he allows Kaveh to soak up the warmth in it. Wriothesley is still riding the satisfaction of his mouth having blown him earlier. He tilts his face over to leave a kiss over his crown, then starts nudging himself out of the bed, leaving Kaveh covered with the bedsheets. Wriothesley pulls his boxers on his time: he might be shameless to streak across his private spaces but he doesn't overdo it. He searches for the lube in his cabinet to make sure there's enough, giving Kaveh a brief, nuanced glance. )

Want to shower together? It saves water.

[ There may or may not be a hint of a whine in Kaveh's voice when Wriothesley starts to get out of bed, a complaint because he's warm and comfortable and he doesn't want to move.

That said, it's an opinion that doesn't last long, not when he sees the other searching through the cabinet as he's asking about a shower, tone so calm and so casual despite a look in his eyes that sears through the the core of the younger man and makes his toes curl in anticipation. ]

Poor excuse, Your Grace— We don't really need to worry about saving water down here. But a shower sounds nice.

[ He aims to keep his own tone just as calm, just as mild as Wriothesley's, but unlike the other man, he makes no effort whatsoever to pull on any sort of underwear, completely naked as he walks past him— head lowering to offer a playful nip at his shoulder on the way past— and into the bathroom to get the water running for them. ]

( It is truly an ass worth admiring when Kaveh walks past, leaving his shoulder with a soft hint of redness from his bite. This might just lift Kaveh's previous spirits after the sulking talk about going to Sumeru, which he realizes it had been his fault for bringing it up in the first place. )

I want to save water.

( A playful retort, leaving a shallow laugh echo once they're in the bathroom and Wriothesley is sliding off his boxers again. The anticipation of fucking Kaveh raw in the shower is already showing on his swelling cock, but he chooses to ignore it as he steps into the shower with the lube in hand. )

As much as I like your pretty face, I'll need you to turn around for me. I'll scrub your back.

[ For as obvious as Wriothesley can't help but be, Kaveh just laughs again, offering a brief shake of his head as he moves into the shower. He's too busy adjusting the temperature to something perfect to notice the fact that the older man is getting hard just from the anticipation, too busy chuckling at the very poor cover-up about wanting to save water, and needing to scrub Kaveh's back, to do anything much but give a pointed roll of his eyes as he turns around.

The movement is slow, a pivot more than a turn, and his arms stretch above his shoulders to gather his hair and twist it over his shoulders, ostensibly to keep it out of the way but really just to show off the way his lithe, lean body shines under the water. ]

Mm. Make sure you scrub it really well, then.

[ There's a laugh in his voice as he speaks, sure the double-entendre is obvious. ]

Oh, I will.

( Good thing Kaveh didn't notice. Wriothesley fully intends to leave a surprise element to this, even if it's obvious where his actions will end up leading. He pops open the bottle of lube and pours some over his hand, namely over two of his fingers. Since this is how Kaveh prefers, he'll bend to his will.

He kisses over the cascading water on his shoulder, leaving strong, playful bites trailing up his neck. The essence blooming from his soaking hair and flesh gives uniqueness to his taste as it mixes with water, rinsing him off. He sucks where he can and quite literally drinks it.

Possession drives his two fingers between his ass, pressing right over his tight hole. It's so slippery he could puncture him if he wanted, but he doesn't. Instead, he keeps on kissing, sliding around Kaveh's muscle purposefully to keep teasing the tension. The lubricant makes it all too easy, he even lathers down the massage lower to the silkiness of his flesh there, barely touching behind his balls. )

Stay like this.

[ Kaveh hears the pop of the bottle opening behind him and very nearly makes a smart-ass comment about that being an unnecessary tool for back scrubbing. Instead, he leans an arm against the shower wall to brace himself, head tilting to bare more skin in response to those kisses and bites, the sucking of the water off his skin, leaving him shuddering with the pleasure that rushes all too quickly south—

pleasure all too quickly aided by the feeling of two fingers pressing and sliding around his hole, teasing a possibility they refuse to give. He whimpers, tries to rock his hips back a little, but Wriothesley is already exploring further, fingers feather-light against his taint, and Kaveh's teeth press firm into his lower lip.

It feels good, but he's selfish and he wants more, and he's thinking about turning to kiss the other— and then Wriothesley tells him to stay.

Kaveh's laugh is soft, but frustrated, but he obeys nonetheless, bracing his other arm against the wall, too. ]

Mean.

( Watching, and feeling Kaveh push and grind his hips back against his fingers just puts a smile on his face. It's not exactly payback for tying him up, but this sort of arrangement is far more pleasant for Wriothesley. To see others writhe in bliss because of his actions, playing them like something beautiful is up his alley.

Instead of countering his comment, he lets his fingers speak for him, pressing back up from the softness of his scrotum to a soft breach into him. One finger pushes in and his other hand moves hair out of the way of his nape so he can bite down on it, right over the bone of his spine. )

Am I? You could always fuck yourself on my fingers. You know, to show me what you like and all.

[ A low, shaking curse finds Kaveh's tongue when the tips of Wriothesley's fingers sink ever so slightly into him, when one pushes in properly as teeth sink into the nape of his neck, and he can hear that low voice at his back, serene and powerful in its teasing, and it takes every single little bit of Kaveh not to just throw himself into it and start fucking himself down on that finger.

Fuck. No. He's stronger than this, damnit— ]

I'm more— mn— interested in seeing if you can figure it out yourself. [ His head drops back, leaning against Wriothesley's shoulder as lust-heavy ruby eyes seek out the ice blue of the other man. His mouth hangs open ever so slightly as he breathes hard against the pleasure. ] I know you're a talented and— hm— knowledgeable man, Wriothesley.

Suit yourself, then.

( Flattery rubs his ego well, enough to make Wriothesley reward Kaveh for it. Since Kaveh leaves him no other option, another finger pushes into him. Stretching and fucking deep enough to experiment where to touch, how to press. He could go feral now and slam him into the metal containing them, but Wriothesley is a patient man. It's not like Kaveh can go anywhere, or to anyone. Water is dripping down every scar, between every muscle and even dripping over his eyelashes.

One glance is enough, though.

He uses his other hand to guide Kaveh's shoulder back in place, pinning it to the metal. A kiss to his jawline begs forgiveness while simultaneously tying Kaveh to his position. His finger fuck him knuckle-deep, thrusting steadily against the tightness. It's an envy for his cock, twitching in the air waiting its turn, seeing how well Kaveh takes everything from him. )

So be it.

[ For a moment, Kaveh is proud of how he's managed the situation. His shoulder guided into place, a soft kiss to his jawline, and fingers start to work into him in firm, deep thrusts, the blonde groaning out his pleasure against the metal wall. For someone who just a moment ago said that he should show him what he likes, Wriothesley seems to know exactly where to touch him, exactly where to put pressure to make Kaveh arch and cry out. ]

Fuck—

[ He can't go anywhere, he can't go to anyone else— and even if he could, why would he, when every movement sends pleasure lancing down his spine? When that deep-voiced mouth presses against his jaw, murmuring words to remind Kaveh of the choice he made? His fingers brace him against the wall as well as they can, the blonde gasping for each movement, craving more even as he feels like he'll collapse from the pleasure. ]

Yeah, I— th-there, yes—

( Wriothesley is dexterous when it comes to this. He spreads his fingers wide inside him, curving down into him and around. They have the same body after all, so he has a general idea and he plays into every sound Kaveh makes for guidance. Insecurity begins to dawn on him when he begins wondering when he should stop, or when Kaveh is ready to actually take him.

As long as Kaveh is still a breathy, moaning mess, arching against him and empowering every sudden twist of his fingers stretching him, he doesn't ask. Pleasure comes in many ways to Wriothesley, and giving is one of them: Kaveh might understand. He shoves him over to an adjacent wall, moving out of the hush of water crashing down on them. Wouldn't want all the lube getting rinsed off too quickly, would he?

He glances at the bottle and takes it again, pouring more of it between the two joined fingers so he can fuck it into him, coating him with it inside and out. )

Lift your ass more.

[ For his part, Kaveh is certainly never going to complain about the sensations Wriothesley is inducing within him, and if he had any clue whatsoever that the other was dealing with insecurity, he'd take the time to tell him as much. But how can he know when, despite it all, the older man doesn't hesitate, keeps fucking those fingers into him in a way that has the blonde practically melting into the wall he's shoved against?

Kaveh's fingers scrabble— and fail— to find some kind of purchase against the metal as he whines, lifts his ass up as he's told, panting out the Duke's name as he does. His hips arch and rock back against the other's exploring, stretching fingers until he feels like he's going to break. His cock, flaccid when they stepped into the shower, now strains against the cool metal wall, flushed and wet at the tip, twitching with need. ]

Please— I. [ His breath is heavy and shuddering, his hips continuing to arch. ] I want you in me.

( He'd make a new life out of these moments. Strung by the sheer desire to breathe, eat, sleep, and fuck in a never-ending cycle. Wriothesley's fingers slip out of him slowly, rolling around his relaxed rim. He guides his cock to it instead, thickly pressing into him without truly entering him. It wouldn't be a moment with Wriothesley without some teasing, dragging the moment as long as he could just to hear Kaveh cry out more.

His other arm loops around his neck, fastening tight around it to a point where he feels his jugular pulse on his bicep and forearm. He kisses the back of his ear, squeezing his cock so hotly into him. The pleasure itself empties most of his thoughts, too, and the pressure has a moan break out of him sweetly. Most noises end up drowned by the shower, so at least Kaveh can be as loud as he wants.

He grinds steadily, inch by inch filling him as his ass takes to his shape. He will never get tired of the initial break, or the sea of delight shooting through him in a sudden blast. He doesn't wait long to begin pounding into him, trapping him behind his force and the metal while holding his breath hostage still. )

You're mine.

[ Naturally, the teasing of Wriothesley's cock at his rim has Kaveh answering with a low, whiny, irritated noise, and so there's no denying that the warden gets what he wants out of the moment as his lover's hips try to push back against him, impatient as ever.

The impatience is put to an abrupt halt, though, by the feeling of a strong arm looping around his neck, pulling tight enough to cut off his airways, and for a moment, even the concept of pleasure is lost in an overwhelming burst of fear. When the warden had suggested choking, earlier, Kaveh's mind had gone to the thought of fingers wrapped around his slim neck, pressing lightly into his windpipe. This— this feels more serious somehow. Like Wriothesley knows what he's doing. Like he could—

A gentle pair of lips against the back of his ear bring him back as the older man presses into him, moans out the sweetest of noises against the shell. And Kaveh remembers where he is and who he's with. Wriothesley would never hurt him. If he were to call out the word "blueprints" right now, the other man would remember, and he would stop. He knows this.

And with knowledge comes the return of enjoyment. All of Kaveh's senses return to him just in time for Wriothesley to start fucking into him, and with each gasp and each moan the blonde's voice gets weaker, every sound equal to air expended in return for none. His fingers curl against the metal as if seeking purchase, body trembling under the elder's hard thrusts, knees feeling weaker with each moment that passes. ]

Y— Yours, [ comes the agreement, a breathless whine as he pushes back into those movements with whatever strength he has left, as a swirling darkness begins to cloud at the very corners of his mind. ]

( Of course he knows what he's doing, not that Kaveh would understand entirely where his skills come from. Boxing branches into many categories and over the years, his expansion of knowledge regarding human pressure points is nearly medical. He bites down on his ear as his grip tightens, breathing through his nostril going nothing short of wild below the waist.

The spike of Kaveh's heartbeat is felt against his chokehold, forcing his spine to arch just right. The angle created between the fold of his elbow crushes on his windpipe, but he's attentive to Kaveh's reactions even as they become muted from the lack of air and respite.

As Kaveh's hips begin to slow down against him, Wriothesley's arm loosens around him to allow him some air. He pulls back enough to glance between their bodies, watching Kaveh's ass take him whole. Every part of him is sleek and shiny with water and lubricant, so his nails leave some scratches as he tries to hold down both sides of his hips. )

You alright?

( He asks between thrusts, still relentlessly fucking into his stretched, raw ass. He knows how far to take things like it, or how long to keep someone without air, but this is Kaveh. Not everyone takes well to that sort of treatment and all bodies are different. )

[ With his body loosening under the lack of oxygen, it seems to Kaveh that the pleasure he feels is only heightened— perhaps because everything else is strangely numb, allowing him to focus on what feels good— on the hard, relentless fucking his ass is receiving, taking Wriothesley whole with each thrust as he scrabbles helpless against the wall. His own cock aches and twitches, but Kaveh lacks the wherewithal to touch it right now, and so he rubs it against the shower wall with a pitiful whine.

Then, the blurring and fading at the edges of his vision recedes a little as he feels the arm around his neck loosen, and Kaveh sucks in a desperate gasp of air, newly filling his lungs, head turning just enough to get a glimpse of the other, letting the other see him too. There's no doubt he looks wrecked, lips parted around small puffs of air and soft whines, eyes only partially-focused and entirely blown out, hips moving of their own accord despite Wriothesley's attempts to keep them still.

He blinks at the question for a moment until the fresh oxygen finds his brain, and then he nods, the smile on his lips only growing. ]

Mm, more than alright— felt good, you can... nngh, do it again, please—

And Wriothesley, please— touch me.

Good, then.

( Shallow thrusts have his cock rubbing deep into him to where the metallic bars slide over his tight ring. He goes from utter madman pounding him to a sensual, slow mess. He’s touching him alright.

He slides his hands up and around his chest, reminded of his bandaged wound with a pause before reaching down for his cock. Trembling is all he can do while reaming into him, gasping in silent and utter bliss. Kaveh’s cock is thick on his calloused hand— instead of choking Kaveh’s neck, he chokes just under the crown. )

No one else is allowed to see you like this. — Got it?

( His hips halt, slamming into him one last time as he deprives him from anything more until he gets an answer. )

[ Kaveh's not sure which ~~is worse for his stamina~~ feels better— the rough, nearly violent thrusts, or the slow sensuality that follows it, shallow thrusts that have metal catching along the rim of his hole and making him shudder and gasp in reply.

What he does know is that the hand wrapped around him and stroking along him as those thrusts hit one after the other— it's enough to bring him closer to the edge, teetering at the very precipice until suddenly Wriothesley's grip tightens, choking off the blonde's orgasm before it can begin, and a shaky whine finds the other's throat, hips arching up helplessly, seeing something he's being so easily denied. ]

Wriothesley—

[ But the other is talking, slamming his hips in deep one last time and stilling, all sensation gone and Kaveh's body brimming with desperate, hungry need as he tries to focus on that one, single question— single command. ]

Yes— [ A weak fist pounds at the bathroom wall, Kaveh's breath short and quick and unsteady, tinged with the edges of the whine in his voice. ] Yes, I get it— I promise— You're the, please, you're the only one— I love you—

( The ripple of his actions are beyond repair or regret. Wriothesley fucks hard and deep, burying his face on Kaveh’s neck as he resumes a slower pace, feeling for that delightful high to explode throughout his mind. He’s so close he can taste it. )

Good.

( He mutters, eyes closing as he reaches for his fist so their fingers lace against the wall, squeezing him. The steam makes every thrust hotter and he’s mostly sleek with sweat rather than the water falling on the other corner. He knows how dangerous the undertow of Kaveh’s words will have later on— and they are words he’s unsure how to truly respond to.

He has never been in love, so he can’t risk reciprocating yet, until he knows for sure.
Fucking Kaveh into his bathroom wall isn’t love in itself, but something else could be.

Like the way Wriothesley rolls his hips slowly, or desperately sucking on his neck, kissing him and claiming him unlike anything he has done before.

Killing for him.

A sudden rush has Wriothesley’s eyes widen, every muscle in him going utterly taut as he twitches inside him, gasping to the feeling of heat overwhelm every vein in his body. )

Fuck— I — Kaveh—

[ As out of his mind with need as Kaveh is, he's still not really expecting an answer to his desperate admission— truthfully, he doesn't even entirely realize he's said it, either, words otherwise only spoken in half-consciousness. Right now, he just needs relief from the pressure being held at bay by the tight grip of Wriothesley's hand, even as the other starts to fuck into him again, slow and deep, even as his free hand loops around Kaveh's and holds it to the wall, as his mouth sucks bruises into the blonde's neck, as—

He feels the other man's body tighten behind his, and Kaveh cries out, hips bucking back hard against him, face dropping to where Wriothesley's arm stretches out over his to press desperate kisses into the skin wherever he can reach. He wants him, needs, but those tight fingers hold him firm, keeping him back from that last little bit he needs to fly— And the warden is twitching and gasping, calling his name, so close, and Kaveh's hips buck again. ]

Yes— Wriothesley please, please—

[ At this stage, he's not even sure what he's begging for anymore. For the other to cum inside him, fill him up and claim him anew? To have the vice grip around his crown freed, allowing him his own release?

Both? ]

( His grip around his cock twists and he graces him with a taste of pleasure— allowing his hand to glide up his entire length in a stronghold, jerking him as if it were his own.

Possession has never haunted him like so, driving him to buck into him desperate and pathetically. Every time he gets a taste of Kaveh, he falls deeper into delirium, losing every thought in the sudden outburst of pleasure that impales Kaveh deeply. Wriothesley pulls back from him, both hands on him: one gripping his hip, the other the back of his neck as their bodies slam loud and wet. )

Cum.

( He yanks back his head by his hair as his hips begin to slow, doing him deeply to keep his cum lodged in. He talks in his ear. )

Didn’t you want to finish together?

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