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

[ 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?

Are you asking me to fuck you?

( Getting Kaveh to spill his confessions seems to be a growing kink of his. No words are necessary when his hips are rolling so easy like that, searching for a pivotal point against Wriothesley's fingers. He slides them lower past his ass, spreading them carefully around his balls. )

Maybe that plug is a good idea after all.

[ Kaveh hates it— hates it in that way, of course, where he loves it, even as it brings more heat to his cheeks and leaves him writhing under such a careful touch. He hates it because Wriothesley understands him well enough already to map over him in such a way as to leave him begging— because Wriothesley seems to like hearing him beg for it, for more of him.

Why else would he ask a question he knows the answer to, can see in the way Kaveh's hips roll, the way he moans as those fingers spread around his balls.

And he would love to be strong, to put up a proper fight, but that's never been who he is, and Kaveh lets out of a soft, shaky sigh. ]

Yes, I'm asking you to fuck me.

( There is truly something special about Kaveh turning Wriothesley back to a insatiable mess of a man. He just doesn’t show it, but how he takes to Kaveh’s ass again with lube is an indicator he’s just as desperate.

He pushes the substance into his ass with two fingers, fucking and spreading them to coat him with it inside. )

Stay like this.

[ Wriothesley may not say anything, may not show it, but Kaveh can feel from the movements of his fingers just how eager the other man is, how he wants it just as much as the architect does, fingers pushing into him with no hesitation and spreading him, making the blonde gasp out, panting into the pillow supporting his head as he writhes against the mattress.

And then the warden says something truly ridiculous, and Kaveh laughs, a chuckle even as his hips arch into those fingers. ]

Mmfuck— of course... where else would I even go when you're doing this?

I just mean don’t turn around.

( He pours some more lube directly between his fingers, letting it seep and fill into his ass. The sounds are utterly obscene with every languid thrust of them working with Kaveh’s hips arching towards him, feeling his tightness at all angles.

Wriothesley will claim him in every position imaginable, and this one is quite special.

He replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, smearing some more of the lube and oils. He lets it string to him slowly with the light touch, tapping the heaviness of his cock right on his opening. )

Mm. Okay.

[ He falls silent after that— except, of course, for the low sounds on his lips as his hips rock into the older man's movements, an answer on his tongue for each filthy noise the oil and lubricant make together as those fingers work him over, readying him to the point where Kaveh's lips start to part in a whine, needy and demanding.

Thankfully, said sound comes right in time with the withdrawal of the older man's fingers, the following tap of his thick, heavy cock against the blonde's ass in a way that makes his body visibly twitch, makes his teeth press into his lower lip as his fingers curl into the pillow on either side of his face, an effort at grounding himself. ]

Yes. Please, yes.

( After a short moment of dragging out the sensation, he holds Kaveh’s ass in both hands to help spread him. The expanse of his arching spine curving down to the pillow is as elegant as Kaveh could ever be. His for the taking, here or on the surface — when Wriothesley bucks himself to breach him for the second time today, the rest is history.

The breach is an immediate high, a punch through every one of his nerves as he fills Kaveh out with his length alone. The sounds the mattress makes below them begs for a replacement, creaking at high speed.

He helps his hand to Kaveh’s nape, squeezing his neck to pin his throat down to the fabric while he fucks. There are no sounds, just labored breaths. )

[ For every sound Wriothesley doesn't make, Kaveh makes two, each of them muffled yet more into the pillow now that he's being pushed down into it, face pressed so firmly into the cushioning that it no longer feels soft, each gasp a mouthful of fabric. Like in the shower before, though, it only serves to add to the sensation— he feels somehow like prey, pinned down and open for the taking, the mattress screaming under him as their bodies move too fast against it.

It's like, more than any other time, Wriothesley is staking his claim, carving him out to his shape and his alone, ruining him for any other who might ever attempt to follow.

Kaveh's fingers tighten in the pillow, bracing himself against it as his hips do their best to answer the Duke's movements, skin slapping noisily against skin with each and every movement. ]

( At least he finished his work for the day during the brief trip, and this is him making himself belong to Kaveh. Every thrust is heavy and quick with gravity to aid, forcing all those lovely sounds to empty out of Kaveh’s mouth.

He pulls back his head by his hair, then pins his cheek to the pillow. At least he can breathe now, no?

After everything from this morning, it’s no surprise he’s trying to reach an end quickly. He leans down to kiss the corner of his mouth, panting, a moan rasping though his chords— before he takes to biting his earlobe like some madman in love, kissing down his neck just to reward himself to Kaveh’s sounds. )

I’m close—

[ As his head is pinned to its side instead, Kaveh's breathing changes from weak, useless gasps into the fabric of the pillow to hungry gulps of fresh air into his lungs. His fingers curl in tighter to the cushion, a weak smile and purse of his lips against that corner-mouth kiss

(and Archons, Wriothesley sounds divine when he moans)

before he tilts his head to give the other better access to his earlobe, his neck, each kiss rewarded just as the warden sought them to be. ]

So cum, [ he whispers back, when Wriothesley says he's close, ahead of him for once— not that Kaveh is far behind. ] Fill me, make me yours again.

( Kaveh doesn't need to say more than that. Wriothesley's forehead presses against Kaveh's temple as he fucks and gasps. Every thrust has Kaveh's body rock violently underneath him, inching up the mattress despite his grip on the sheets. Wriothesley takes to the definition of what it means to rail someone. His hot breath skirts down his neck and sweat trickles on Kaveh's skin until a punch through his soul finally swarms him in heavenly bliss: so good it's borderline painful so even Wriothesley moans again.

Cock swollen and taut, stretching Kaveh past his limit as he rides off the feeling slowly. With the amount of lube used, maybe Kaveh won't realize he didn't actually pour himself out of his cum this time, yet his cock is still twitching, even as he pulls out and falls beside him to catch his breath. )

Yours, you say.

[ He does realize, vaguely— but it's without judgement; only admiration, and the quiet appreciation of how much Wriothesley is putting his body through for their mutual pleasure. Besides, even the feeling of the other twitching, the sound of his moan of release in Kaveh's ear, is enough to send the younger over the edge too, and his own spend is thin, barely there as it soaks into the sheet beneath him.

He's exhausted, and aching, but he feels so good.

When Wriothesley falls next to him on the bed, Kaveh turns, smiling lazily at him and reaching up to run sleepy fingers over his jaw. ]

Mm, no. Yours. [ He laughs. ] But... mine too, if that's what you want.

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