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

( 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.

[ It's Kaveh's knowledge about the bandages that has him so willing to cover Wriothesley's neck in kisses, forming bite after bite. The other man is in a position of power, after all, and he wouldn't want to affect his image in any way by leaving him with obvious hickeys.

(Kaveh, on the other hand, is going to have to figure out some way to hide his, though it doesn't matter quite as much if they're seen.)

He smiles contentedly into the kiss, into the other man's low agreement, and there's a laugh on his lips because— ]

I'm exhausted, so don't expect quite as much as you got out of me just now.

[ The mind is willing, but the body has a little catching up to do. ]

I'll try my best.
( He teases him with a slight pull of his bottom lip, giving his ass a small, wet smack. This is his cue to part from the steaming shower to dry himself. This time, he's thorough with the towel waiting for Kaveh to finish doing anything else he might need to do in private.

He gets a fresh pair of boxers and a fresh dress shirt. Working doesn't stop in the Fortress and there are tasks he still needs to do on the day to day. He'll lounge with Kaveh as long as he can, though. Besides, the lube is still back on the bathroom so there wouldn't be much to do: he's not going back in there to get it. He's more than done for the entire day unless Kaveh needed an extra handjob.

He takes a notepad to the bed and waits for him there, seated up against the headboard while getting some work done. Boring old logistics and opening a few letters. He gets the confirmation needs, too, that Mael's body is forever gone. )

[ Kaveh yelps as his ass is smacked, but laughs a moment later, a fond smile on his lips as Wriothesley exits the shower. He does indeed need a little longer, cleaning himself out as well as he can— although there's admittedly a part of him that would like to stay filled, wet with Wriothesley's spend all day. It's a thought that makes his eyes sparkle when he steps out of the shower and winds a towel around his body, turning off the taps behind him. ]

You know, [ he says, voice conversational as he rummages in the other's wardrobe for some clothes to wear, settling on something similar to the day before, leaving them almost matching in boxers and shirts (even if they're a little too big on the architect's skinnier form) ] we should get some sort of plug so that you can keep me full.

[ It's said with all the casualness of someone asking what they should eat for breakfast, Kaveh moving over to join the other on the bed and pressing a kiss against his neck as he curls into his side with a soft, contented yawn. ]

Will you be jealous if I take a nap while you do your work?

( He shuffles away with the letters so he can keep on jotting on his notes. Kaveh should require a new batch of recycled iron for the factory to repurpose. When Kaveh comes out of the bathroom to get dressed, Wriothesley puts the notepad and pen down on his lap so he can watch him. He sees how the water still crawling down his legs. To think he'd be spending moments like this with a man is nearly laughable in hindsight. He seems content living here, at least, not that he's able to see what kind of expressions he puts up when he's alone anyway. )

Hm?

( That's a thought he needs to double-process for a moment. Do men do this? Isn't that what a woman would do if she were trying to get pregnant? For a second, it doesn't register and he gives Kaveh a distant, completely lost sort of stare. Eyebrow rises and all, unsure how he should perceive his wishes. )

It's true when they say you learn new things every day. Is that not uncomfortable?

( Not that he'd want to test it. He follows him move around the bed until he's nestled beside him. )

You have sweet dreams if you need to. It doesn't bother me at all. You'll need more rest than usual so you can heal quicker.

[ In the end, Kaveh can't quite help but chuckle at the distant, confused look on Wriothesley's face when he makes the suggestion. The other man is cute when he's trying to work something out, and the blonde enjoys too much how it's taking him a little bit of time to process this specifically. ]

I'm sure it would be uncomfortable, [ he agrees, revealing that he's never actually done it before, that it's a passing thought brought on by his attraction to the older man. ] But it would also mean I'd be ready for you whenever you wanted to take me.

[ He'll wait for the reaction to that before he settles down to take his planned nap, pressing another soft kiss against the other man's neck. ]

Doesn't that sound nice?

That sounds convenient, but I don’t mind how it is now.

( Especially if it would mean an uncomfortable time for Kaveh. Then again, if Kaveh just likes knowing his cum is still all way into his ass then he won’t stop him from doing so. He smiles down at him. This has been the longest time someone has nestled in his quarters. The company is nice, even if there’s a constant layer of stress not knowing what information would repel him. )

What other sexy idea do you have?

[ He laughs, and for a moment thinks about telling the other man that he just kind of likes the idea of being stuffed full of him all day— but he bites it back shyly, the same shyness that has him floundering when the other man asks what other ideas he has. With a red flush working its way across his cheeks, he presses in closer, face nuzzling into the elder's shoulder. ]

Ah, I— Other things? To tell you the truth, I... there's a lot I've thought about...

[ He pauses thoughtfully, taking a short, embarrassed breath. There's no way he can bring himself to say everything, but— ]

I've thought about your handcuffs, more than once. Or being blindfolded so that I don't know what you're gonna do to me. Or... or being forced to cum over and over until I've got nothing left and I can't breathe.

( There is probably one thing Wriothesley remembers crossing his mind at some point and would still like testing with Kaveh. Many wishes stem from a sheer fit of possession now. )

Wow.

( He listens with a sly smile, almost taunting as he envisions Kaveh handcuffed somewhere spectacular. It would be rather impressive to see if he could truly cum over and over, though. Now that's powerful. He cups his hand on his cheek, caressing him underneath his eye before brushing back his damp hair. )

You want me to arrest you and then make you suffer. Very hot. We can make that happen.

Do you remember the time I saw you at the bar? Part of me wished to take you in a bathroom stall. Of course with something to stuff in your mouth with so nobody heard us.

[ Wow, Wriothesley says, and Kaveh's sure it only makes the color in his cheeks worse. He tries to press his face further into the other's shoulder, groaning softly, but the other's hand comes to his cheek, stopping him from doing so as he comments on it further, says they can make it happen—

And then tells him about what he wanted that night at the bar, words that make Kaveh's stomach twist in delight, send a jolt of pleasure right through his core; his body may not be physically ready for sex just yet, but his mind certainly wants him to be, especially after that mental image.

He knew, that night, he knew Wriothesley wanted him— ]

I was only that loud because I wanted you to pay attention to me, [ he argues softly, as if he's protesting the idea of being gagged when really the mere thought is insanely hot to him. ] But the bathroom stall? Wouldn't it have been really easy for people to—

[ —hear? he's going to ask, but then something shifts in him, an understanding that that was the point, and Kaveh feels that sharp jolt of pleasure again, licking his lips and biting the lower in the next moment. ]

—oh.

( He would have wanted that man to hear Kaveh being taken by him. Perhaps Wriothesley is more jealous than he originally gave himself credit for, not that it's the best thing in his book. )

Now getting shy on me, are you?

( The humor is dripping in his voice, as teasing as ever, and meant for it to crawl underneath Kaveh's skin. He leans down to leave a kiss on his head and then picks his pen and notepad back up. He doesn't have to openly flaunt Kaveh for some people to eventually assume or make up rumors about the Duke's relationship. He knows how his inmates operate. )

So I guess if I want you to get louder, I just have to not pay any attention to you, then.

[ So much for dozing off. Every time he feels his eyes start to get heavy, Wriothesley says something else that wakens the rest of him in some way. In response to this latest comment, Kaveh finds himself pouting, reaching to pinch the other man under his chin as his brows knit together. ]

Don't ignore me. [ Is there an edge of a whine to his voice? Perhaps, even if Kaveh himself will never own up to it. ] If you want me to get louder just ask me.

[ He leans in closer, presses his face against Wriothesley's neck and buries a pair of kisses into the skin, as if that's somehow meant to sway the other man to his desires. ]

Do you have any idea how hard I fought to get your attention in the first place?

Why ask you when I can make you?

( He knows exactly what he’s doing, egging him on and pressing the right buttons to draw what sounds like a whine out of him.

Then he falls silent for a moment, overtaken by a sense of guilt in hearing Kaveh’s admission. He could see it on his face everyday and he still turned his back on him. He puts down the pen again, looking down at his crown. His hair glows under the dim light coming through the window pane, a light, opaque blue is always filling his room. )

You always had my attention.

[ It wasn't meant to make Wriothesley feel guilty, not really. Kaveh was just whining because he could, and that was what came out. But he feels the stillness, hears the silence for a moment or so, and the man's voice feels soft when he speaks, and all thought of teasing him back or whining about being made to be loud is gone for a moment.

Instead, he pulls back so he can look up at the other, his eyes soft and affectionate, and he lifts a hand to brush gently over the other's cheek. ]

I know. And... [ Kaveh sighs, his eyes dropping for a moment as he thinks of the best way to say it. ] ...I know I put a lot of pressure on you. That wasn't fair either.

( Who wouldn’t have their eyes on someone like Kaveh? His beauty surpasses mere appearances, it transcends all Wriothesley has ever known or seen. His heart is just as beautiful. He caresses his cheekbone when their gazes meet, leaning forward enough to land a kiss on his forehead. )

All is forgiven.

Good.

[ It's said with a small smile, and he moves to nestle in closer again, eyes closing. This time, with the banter between them ended for now, Kaveh drifts to sleep with reasonable speed, not interrupted by anything that might have otherwise kept him awake to argue or play for longer.

When he dreams, it's neither nightmare nor exactly something he could describe as pleasant. He stirs, rather than waking violently, but there are tears in his eyes and his fingers are curled tight into Wriothesley's shirt.

He sniffs, and pulls back, blinking against his emotions. There's no need right now for the other to worry— ]

Was I asleep for long?

( He’ll glance at Kaveh’s slumber every now and then while he writes up more drafts for his logistics, living vicariously through him. He notices him shifting slightly, though, sees how the features on his face squirm as if he’s being made forced to watch something horrendous. A nightmare?

He tried to sooth him by brushing hair from his forehead back, exposing his brows. That only becomes more of a fact than theory when Kaveh clutches his shirt, sniffling. )

Hey, you alright? You weren’t sleep too long. Maybe two hours.

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