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

( 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?

[ Kaveh practically sobs when Wriothesley's hand starts to move over his cock, bringing him more pleasure even as he holds him so tightly he still can't reach, his forehead pressing against the wall as he bucks and writhes under the other, his mouth now transformed into little more than a babbling mess of pleading words.

And then, so abruptly, he's freed, and the other man all but demands he cum, and Kaveh obeys in the same moment that he's yanked forcibly back by the other's grip on his hair, the pain and pleasure sparking together into something unstoppable and leaving him screaming as he cums, pearlescent white painted in strands across the metal wall in front of him, his breath ragged and hoarse as his body leans too heavily into the elder's behind him. ]

Fuck— oh, fuck... yeah, I... yeah—

[ What even are words, anyway? ]

( He's able to unleash the kind of strength he often holds back, but with Kaveh, he's giving it to him entirely. He leaves him with blemishes around his hips from the sheer force of his grip holding him steady as he loses his mind. Wriothesley is also struggling to keep his composure, fucking so obscenely into Kaveh's raw ass until he's dry of cum.

The muted echo after Kaveh's moans and screaming leaves the bathroom with a quiet, peaceful echo of water and gasping. Every muscle is simply spent, shivering as the light breeze from the mist evaporates around their forms. He looks as Kaveh's cum drips down the metal walls, combining with the water droplets. His cock twitches inside of him, gradually softening after the blinding rush is over. )

Yeah?

Yeah.

[ It's the only word he has left, escaping him in a quiet exhale as he all but sinks back into the tall anchor of strength at his back, his head falling back to Wriothesley's shoulder as his hair is released. Later, he'll feel the bruises written over his hips, but for now he's just overwhelmed, focused solely on the feeling of the pleasure coursing through his veins, making him feel fuzzy and sweet.

His head cants to the side, almost lolling more than turning, panting out soft breaths over Wriothesley's skin as he shifts in closer, leaving wet, messy kisses over the side of his neck as he sighs. His legs quaver under him, knees ready to give out, forcing him to lean- to almost collapse- back into the other's chest. He doesn't think to warn him, can only hope that Wriothesley will remain that anchor for him as he trembles and falls, exhaustion in the softness of his moan. ]

( It's an accomplishment fucking all the words out of a scholar like Kaveh. Wriothesley takes on his weight, sliding out carefully with a wet, sloshy pop so he can better take him around his arms. A true task, really, considering Wriothesley's bearings are not quite aligned with reality. Instead, he lets Kaveh have at his neck with kisses. Cherries on top of it all. )

Come here.

( He guides him over beneath the heat of the shower still, so much for saving water. He blocks most of it using himself, letting it gush between their bodies as Wriothesley holds onto him, washing down the cum and sweat and all the high. )

Can you turn over? I'd like to kiss you.

[ The whine on Kaveh's lips when Wriothesley pulls out of him is almost sulky, even if he is grateful for the way the other man immediately pulls him in tight, supporting him where he feels weak and unsteady, guiding him under the water so that it can wash the worst of their mess away. Part of him thinks he'd let the other man keep him captive against the shower wall all day

(and an idea surfaces, making him shudder despite a current physical inability to be aroused, Kaveh biting his lip momentarily as he imagines seating himself on Wriothesley's lap while the other man is trying to manage some of his usual paperwork— something for later, certainly)

For now, though, he's obedient, turning in the elder's arms and looking up at him with a small, fond smile; he doesn't even hesitate before his arms go around Wriothesley's shoulders and he shifts up to kiss him, a kiss tinged both with the tenderness of the completed act and the physical exhaustion wracking his body.

He hums his content, still unable to find the words he wants through the clouded content in his brain. ]

( Kaveh will certainly have to explore his office fantasies— they’re quite welcomed by him. It wouldn’t be the first time Wriothesley does questionable acts in his office. He pushes back Kaveh’s soaked hair to reveal his forehead. He’s truly a design of the gods. Even every hair on his eyebrows seems delicately placed.

Kaveh’s waist is also made for his arms to coil tight around. The right amount of lean, and then he fills his two hands full of his ass as they kiss and Wriothesley turns over to pin him back against the wall. His tongue rolls over the other while his hips sensually grinds against his limp cock. Everything Wriothesley does is experimental at best, like he’s trying to catch up to Kaveh’s standards. )

[ How is it that, as physically exhausted as he is, the taste of Wriothesley's mouth on his own and the low roll of his hips as he pins Kaveh to the wall makes the younger man want to start up all over again, even though he actually physically could not right now.

He sighs his content into the other, his tongue brushing up against that which slides into his mouth, hips rolling back as well as they can when he's pinned to the wall, every cell of his skin tingling in pleasure where the other's hands have him gripped and his own arms tighten their hold.

When he finally finds the words to speak again, they're mumbled into the kiss, almost nonsensical in their admission: ]

I wanna go again.

Kaveh…
( He smiles into their kiss, pulling away carefully. If he could, he’d be fucking him every minute of the day, marking any part of his body. At least he doesn’t have to worry about Kaveh getting pregnant, either. He can fill his ass raw anytime without repercussion.

He sighs as their foreheads press together, hands sliding away briefly so he can actually begin, you know, showering. He regards Kaveh with a knowing smirk and then looks down at his cock. )

You sure?

[ He's considering voicing his complaint at the lack of hands on him when Wriothesley pulls back to actually shower, even though he knows the responsible thing for them to do is to clean up. But the knowing smirk that the other offers him, the glance downward, sends a shudder of delight through him, and Kaveh nods slowly, licking his lips.

Still-healing wounds on his chest aside, he's covered in bruises and marks from the other man, but he craves more, feeling right now like an addict to the newest of drugs. Sex has never felt quite like this, and Kaveh is at a loss to explain why— all he knows is that he wants more of it. ]

Yeah— I'm sure.

[ And maybe he should be focused on showering too; instead, Kaveh kisses his way down Wriothesley's throat, sucking soft marks into his skin. ]

( Kaveh is certainly rowdy, still pumped young with pheromones and lustful impulses. Wriothesley likes it, it keeps a smile on his face as the suds of soap wash down his body. He tilts his chin up for Kaveh to smother his neck with his mouth. He normally wears bandages anyway so even if he leaves a mark, he’s most likely going to cover it.

As good as it feels, he can’t do much about it. He already came twice this morning, too. Unfortunately for Kaveh, he’s completely out of steam. But it doesn’t mean he can’t kiss him back, or use other means to give Kaveh all the pleasure he deserves. )

Let’s get back to bed, then.

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