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

[ Another hum of content surfaces on Kaveh's lips as he's drawn back to the bed, his fingers tight in Wriothesley's; the moment he settles into the covers, he curls himself into the other, delivering small, soft kisses to his cheek and jaw, brushing up against the corner of his lips.

The other's words pull him back to reality a little though, and his fingers knit tighter, shifting so that he can kiss him properly, a firm catch of his lips on the warden's, as if he were sealing a promise. ]

I'm not going anywhere. [ He says it again. ] You're stuck with me.

( Being in bed with Kaveh again feels nothing short of surreal. The chance of losing him so quick after telling him about his feelings, or after divulging his past could have been a true risk. He turns on his side to face him and to properly take a hold of his face with one hand, puckering him like a fish. )

Stuck with you? I suppose I can make other people do my errands, huh?

( He kisses said fish lips and leaves them with a smirk. )

I also got you some essential oils. Sigewinne produces some of the best stuff around here. Want a massage?

[ Fish lips or not, the sound Kaveh makes in protest is more of a squawk, although he finds himself laughing at the way the other leans in to kiss him, despite how much of a brat he's being.

(Brat: a terminology kind of weird when describing Wriothesley, he thinks, even if it fits in this moment in particular.) ]

Good. Do it. And I'll make someone do my job too and we can just stay in bed all day.

[ Another laugh, although the sound trails off to leave him with wide, curious eyes in response to the other's offer. ]

A massage? ...Yeah, I'd. I've never had one before. I'd really like that. If you don't mind.

( A smile creeps higher on either end of his lips, licking away Kaveh's touch while basking in his laughter. He has been through a lot in the last few weeks, like all the labor in the sites he's working on and that's not counting his mental state. Perhaps a massage will allow his thoughts to find inner peace and his body true repose. )

I guess you do have that power since you manage that group of people.

Never? You've been missing out. Allow me to get unstuck from you, I'll go grab the oils.

Take off your shirt and lay on your stomach for me.

( When he's out of the bed, he takes off his jacket to be more comfortable, too. He also takes off his belt before coming back with the bottles. He'll have to catch Kaveh's strip show another time. )

Is there any place I shouldn't touch?

[ He laughs, enjoying the joke even if he would never do it— not just because he takes his work seriously but because he enjoys it. Even now, as content as he's been the last couple of days enjoying this time with Wriothesley, there's a part of him excited to get back to it, to keep improving this place for all who live here.

(After all, while he would never voice it out loud, not just yet, there's a part of him that imagines himself as among that group, at least sometime in the future.)

But for now, the idea of a massage sounds lovely, and so he obediently strips out of his shirt and lays on the bed, stomach first, chin resting on a pillow, and when Wriothesley asks if there's anywhere he shouldn't touch, Kaveh frowns, thoughtful. ]

I don't think so. I'll let you know if something's uncomfortable.

Very well.
( He's instantly met with the scent of spice as soon as the bottle opens. There is a cooling agent in it too, meant to seep deep into the flesh with friction. Wriothesley climbs behind Kave, straddling his thighs between his knees, and drips a generous amount of the oil along the expanse of his spine.

His palms spread gently to spread the contents around every tip of muscle or bone, sliding down until he's stopped at the hem of his bottoms. Kaveh's back glistens by the time he's done doing this. )

Can't believe you've never had a massage before.

( He focuses both thumbs on the small of his back, rubbing in the oil until it's heated between their skin. Wriothesley knows where knots would normally form, considering the fact Kaveh checked in a large sword weeks back. Navia also uses one and she always mentions specific knots. )

It might hurt a little, though.

( The sinuous movements are precise, thumbs rolling up the bump of his spine and up until they slide around the curve of his neck. He follows his figure outward to his shoulders, where he provides a strong squeeze. )

[ If Wriothesley stops to think about it for a while, it will make quick sense to him that Kaveh has never had a massage. He's been flat broke for the majority of his adult life, and there's no way that roommate of his would ever deign to offer to soothe his muscles— nor would Kaveh injure his pride enough to ask it of him. Add to that the mess of his childhood, and.. well.

Apparently, though, he's been missing out— or maybe it's just that he's so hyper-attuned to how the warden's skin feels on his that this is very quickly becoming the best thing he's ever experienced. His eyes close in content as the oil is soothed into his back, and then strong fingers start to work across muscles he didn't even know were strained, bringing a surprised groan to his lips as he feels them— for the first time in living memory— loosen. ]

Archons, that's good.

[ And yes, there's pain here and there, especially when Wriothesley's fingers find and dig into a new place of tightness. But it's always chased away quickly by the relief and the pleasure that follows, leaving Kaveh sighing and moaning softly into the pillow. ]

( His hands may be capable of causing destruction, bruises and even death, but he uses his dexterity to bring about bliss to Kaveh's strains. He curls his fist underneath his shoulder blade, rolling his knuckles into the tense knots, soothing the shape of the muscle and relaxing his pressure points. He might be addicted to touching Kaveh anywhere at this point.

And then there's his sounds, the muffled moans dripping off into the peaceful silence around them. They resonate deeply in his senses, reminding him of his loudness and how he screams when he's overwhelmed with pleasure. The heating agents in the oils can only add to the intensity of his relief, cooled as soon as Wriothesley's hands shift to other muscle groups on his back.

He presses his digits into the flesh over the back of his ribcage, tracing every indent, leaving no area untouched. )

I would hope so.

[ He makes another low sound when Wriothesley's knuckles roll under his shoulder blade, and if the other man could see his face right now he'd be either amused or turned on by how blissed-out and senseless Kaveh looks from mere minutes of massage. Now that he's actually experiencing it for himself, he understands why the other man was so shocked that he never had.

And it's not that he's trying to be noisy, but he can't quite help it when it's so amazing. ]

Gods— Wriothesley. How are you so good at everything?

[ A short, breathless laugh, his face pressing into the pillow again as if to muffle the words as they come. At this rate, he's never going to want the other man to stop touching him, which is something of a problem when they both have work to do. ]

You should start looking for a replacement for your job so you can do this all day.

[ Perfect solution, right? ...Well, almost perfect. ]

Mm, actually— so you can alternate between this and fucking me.

You're flattering me.
( Patience becomes his deity each and every time Kaveh releases sound after delightful sound. Temptation teases him as his touch spreads some of the oil between the fabric fitting snugly on the roundness of Kaveh's ass, but he slides his hands up again. )

For someone with questionable stamina, you sure come back fast to it, huh?

Sadly, only I can handle certain logistics here, but it makes me happy you like it. You can ask me for one any time you'd like as long as I'm not busy.

Of course, the same can be said about fucking you.

( The lighthearted laughs against the pillow should be clear indication his skill is worthwhile on Kaveh. )

That should make it easier to return to work.

Is it flattery when it's the truth?

[ It's a contented murmur that is quickly followed by a laugh, bright and warm on his lips, when his stamina is mentioned. He should be offended, but he's not, even if he does reach a hand up behind him to flail a smack or two at the other's side. ]

For the record, my stamina isn't actually that questionable! It's just...

[ Well, it kind of has been, though, at least since the two of them have been fucking, and—

There's a pout in his voice. ] It's not my fault you're so good at what you do.

[ And then he goes back to humming his content, stretching almost cat-like under the other man. He'll enjoy as much of this as he can, while he can, and then he'll go back to work. ]

( He releases a small, humored grunt when Kaveh reaches back to smack him. If he wasn’t a little more progressed in healing he’d be flipping him over like a pancake and wrestling him to other positions. )

It’s my fault now?

You really are flattering me— besides, it’s not like I’ve done any of these things with a guy before.

[ He laughs, and then makes a grumpy noise in the very next moment, and flutters his hand about once more. ]

I'm not trying to flatter you! I can't explain it, it's weird. I'm not exactly short on experience, you know, and I don't usually lose myself so quickly. It's just. It's different with you, that's all.

[ A pause, as he reconsiders those words. ]

In a good way, I mean.

[ Ugh, he's embarrassed. ]

Keep massaging me.

( If he accounts Kaveh’s bad taste in giving himself to just about anyone - dangerous convicts included - he’s sure to believe his expanse of sexperience is out of the world. It works into Wriothesley’s advantage, though. )

Weren’t you going to start practicing abstinence, Boss?

( He complies with Kaveh’s demand, pouring more oil down his back to reapply and repeat the same process as before. This time, he’s more sensual about where his fingers slide to, such as the tense muscles around his neck and down his shoulders. He even presses his thumbs up to the base of his skull. )

[ Wriothesley is met with another grumble when he asks about Kaveh's supposed plan for abstinence. The nerve of this man, to sit here making him feel like a god being worshipped while he simultaneously pulls him back to terra firma with his words. ]

I was, but then this guy I like decided he wanted to fuck me, and so it all kind of went out the window pretty fast.

[ Also, two can play at this "being bratty" game, so he adds: ]

What do you think? Should I start practicing it after all?

[ Although the thought gets chased pretty quickly out of his head by the careful, slow movements of Wriothesley's fingers; this time, there's less pain in the process and more pleasure, and one particular press of his fingers has the blonde making a filthy, wanton sound into his pillow in response. ]

That guy must have a lot of power.

( He lowers his thumbs at either side of his spine, pressing and sliding them down to the crack of his ass by his pants. )

Or maybe you don’t have as much self control as you thought you did.

Either way, I can’t stop you from fulfilling your abstinence wishes.

Right?

( He knows full well what he’s doing here, playing Kaveh’s body so well to the point he brings his voice to the edge of the pillow. )

Oh?

[ So much for turning the brattiness tables back on Wriothesley. The other man has him completely unmatched, practically purring that he can't stop Kaveh from being abstinent if he wants... while also touching him in ways that make him burn. Lowering to breathe his single-syllable question practically into Kaveh's ear.

It's a challenge: does he have good self control? And there's a small part of him that wants to fight back, wants to get really stubborn, wants to show Wriothesley that yes he does, thank you very much... but also he's half-hard against the bed and he can barely think straight... ]

He does have a lot of power, [ he says instead, the sound half-muffled as he resolutely keeps his face buried in the pillow. ] He knows it, and I'm pretty sure he likes it.

I think you're right.

So your abstinence oath begins now, I take it?

( His hands slide low enough to inch Kaveh's pants down, pressing the elastic hem up against his bare ass. With his greased-up hand, he gives the pretty cheeks something worth remembering, swinging and smacking loudly across it. )

Too bad. I had plans to fuck you some more.

[ Does it? Is he even still planning to take an abstinence oath? Kaveh's response is a whine, and then a sharp, outright moan as the other man's hand smacks across his ass, his mind reeling at the mix of unyielding pleasure and pain that it sends ricocheting through him. ]

I-I— nn..

[ Fuck, it's hard for him to find the words like this. ]

I want to— I— mm, maybe I can... take the oath on another day? I want... [ He takes a soft, shaky breath. ] Do that again.

( He can only imagine how the relaxation makes the sudden spikes of pain a lavish experience, thundering through every nerve of his. Wriothesley likes how his ass steadily turns pink from the brutal force in the shape of his hand. A little lower and would be able to see his ballsack if it weren’t for the pants on the way.

He swings his hand again and slaps him again as he requests, finishing by filling both hands with his ass. He cups it tightly before he begins to sooth it using more oil. )

We’ll see about that.

[ The second slap makes Kaveh shout into the pillow, his breath quick and shallow as Wriothesley takes his ass into his hands and then starts to soothe the strikes with oil, making the blonde whine. What was a steadily-increasing arousal from the warden's sensual massage has turned into a spiking need, and it's all he can do not to roll his hips down into the mattress.

And then of course there's what the other says, bringing a sound of confusion, a lift of his head as he tries to turn, tries to catch his gaze in an attempt to read his expression.

(From this angle, there's no hope of that.) ]

What do you mean "we'll see about that"? Are you gonna try to stop me from breaking the oath I never made?

I can do that. All I have to do is not fuck you, right?

( He’s obviously joking— he’d be shooting himself on the foot anyway, depriving himself of a good piece of ass. He kneads Kaveh’s muscles sensually, spreading the oil over his roundness and teasing fingers between them, barely spreading him. )

How’s that?

[ He's ready to protest. He knows Wriothesley is playing with him, but he's ready to protest anyway. With how the other has been touching him tonight, the last thing he wants now is to lean into the abstinence that he dreamed up while he was miserable.

Any complaints are cut off though by the deliberate kneading of his ass, the fingers teasing between his cheeks, and Kaveh groans softly to himself. How's that? the Duke asks, and he has to bite his lip, fingers digging into the sheets to stop himself from arching up against him. ]

You know damn well it's amazing, Wriothesley— don't just... mm, don't hold back from me. Please.

( It wouldn’t be fun if he didn’t tease him a little— and his ass cheeks are turning such a lovely shade of pink after all the slapping from cheek to cheek. He can’t not dip two fingers between them, spreading the oil lower until he’s greeted with his cute little tight ass, right? )

Aren’t you sore after everything I’ve done to you?

[ Kaveh's response to Wriothesley's action is a soft moan, hips wriggling up into the other's touch, far too eagerly for someone who was meant to be relaxed just moments ago.

(Massages, he thinks, could surely be calming rather than arousing, just not when he has a man rubbing up against him in all the ways he likes the most, deliberately teasing him with touches he knows will make him fall apart.) ]

Not sore. [ It's mostly the truth. ] I will be later but... `m fine now.

[ And then, because he can't quite help himself, he moves again, a little sway of his hips, a wriggle of his ass designed to get the other's attention. ]

You said you wanna fuck me, right?

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