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

Not a morning person, are you?

( Instead of feeding Kaveh the bread, Wriothesley takes it for himself slowly. He licks some jam off of his finger before picking out a berry.

If Kaveh lifted higher, he could place a kiss on his cheek, but he figures the mental strain has him extra exhausted. In all frankness, he’s still in awe he can consider him his boyfriend. )

Any sweet dreams?

I don't think I had any dreams, no.

[ He chuckles sleepily. Usually he loves mornings— but this was a rough night, even if he slept solidly. A lot of powerful, exhausting emotion surrounding his having fled here in the first place, Wriothesley following, talking it out, the tears— ]

You think I'm bad? [ he mumbles contentedly, shifting a little and pressing his face into the side of the other's neck, enjoying his scent even as he whines in response to the food not being given to him. ] You should see Alhaitham. That man is harder to move than a sumpter beast when he wakes up.

[ There's a pause, and Kaveh pulls back to look up at Wriothesley— and then darts forward to steal whatever bread he's currently holding right out of his hands, teeth scraping accidentally against a fingertip as he does. ]

I have to tell him I'm moving out, [ he continues, but he doesn't sound worried or upset. Just... sleepy, and content. ]

( You should see Alhaitham, sounds so tender in his ears like the name rolls out truly cherished, and of course, it is: he's the first love. Wriothesley falls quiet, something that isn't all too uncommon. Kaveh is right about one thing, yes, Wriothesley should see him. What kind of man would have so much power Kaveh that at any given chance, his name is mentioned. Of course, Kaveh would know how the man sleeps or how he wakes up. Last time he checked, this Alhaitham wasn't interested in sex but it doesn't mean they didn't sleep next to one another. Right?

Rather than flinching as his Kaveh nips his finger, he glances over at him, quiet until he isn't. )

How do you like the bread?

[ It takes him a moment, but Wriothesley's sudden quietness, which not uncharacteristic of him, feels off, and so Kaveh realizes what he's said, what he's done. It's enough to wake him up fully, and he sits up, slightly away from the other man so that he can seek out his gaze, something fond in his expression as he shakes his head. ]

The bread is really good, and you realize you're being ridiculous, right?

[ He lets it sit for just a moment before he explains himself. ]

We're in the bed of a girl you've literally had sex with, eating bread she made for breakfast after spending the night here. And you're feeling jealous of a guy I had feelings for before but never actually did anything with.

( He’s that obvious, huh. Putting it from Kaveh’s perspective, it does sound ridiculous. In his defense, Wriothesley has already assured there is nothing between him and Navia romantically— comparing that to being in love with someone you live with. He sighs. )

I didn’t expect the name drop, that’s all. Why would I want to see the guy you used to love and his sleeping habits?

Let’s drop it. I want to feed you breakfast.

He's still my friend—

[ As much of a friendship as whatever complicated relationship they have can be considered, anyway. But maybe he needs to learn to mention him less. Kaveh's not sure.

But... Wriothesley said they should drop it, and after the mess that was yesterday, he's not in the mood to get into a full discussion about it anyway. So he nods, offering the other a small smile, reaching out to squeeze his hand. ]

Consider it dropped. Feed me; you said you were gonna, and then I had to steal.

( The jealousy for this friend of his has been rooted long ago, especially when Kaveh mentioned him in their conversations. He spreads some jam over another slice of bread, contemplating an apology. After everything that happened, the last thing Kaveh needs is to worry about how to go on about the people in his life. He cuts a piece of bread and pinches it to his fork, glancing at him. )

Say ah~
We should have a picnic sometime.

[ While Wriothesley is contemplating an apology, Kaveh is thinking about ways he can somehow prove to the other man that he's moved on from the feelings he previously held for his ex-friend/roommate/landlord. It's complicated between them still, but he moved on a while ago, gave up well before that. And since meeting Wriothesley, his eyes have barely been anywhere else, anyway, not in a serious way.

The problem is that he has no idea how to show him that.

So for now he parts his lips, levelling him with a Look as he repeats: ]

Ah~?

( He decides an apology wouldn’t fit the moment without the extensive discussion, so he gives up on it. He inserts the fork in his mouth, sliding it off once the bread is gone and proceeds to eat for himself using the same one.

Now that Kaveh is more awake, he lets him have reigns on the tray and simply keeps drinking his tea. )

Do you want to go back today or stay in the surface a day or two?

[ Kaveh is a child of the jungle and desert. Someone who, Wriothesley has observed more than once, belongs to the sun and the world on which it shines. A few days to relax on the surface should be something he wants more than anything, especially after the recent days surrounded by naught but the other man's bedroom.

And it's true that the idea of a vacation is nice too, but at the same time...

He's quiet for a moment, picking at a few morsels of bread and sipping at his own tea. ]

We're taking a vacation to Sumeru soon, right? In that case, we should go home for now. There's still a lot to do before I can take time off, especially because I was out of work for a few days...

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( He likes Kaveh’s work ethic— it’s an alluring factor of his personality that transcends all beauty. He observes his features carefully under the dim light then reaches over to shift some hair out of his face. He just wants to give him as much space as possible, and not make him feel forced to return to the depths. )

Sounds good to me, then. We can go back after this. I also have things I need to catch up on.

Mm. Good.

[ He probably should focus on finishing his breakfast, but when Wriothesley reaches to move some of his hair back, Kaveh finds himself pausing just to look at the other, a soft smile on his lips. Then, he leans forward to press his lips to the corner of the other's mouth; chaste and brief, but their first kiss since Kaveh fled the Fortress just the day before. ]

We can catch up on our work. And when we're done? I like the idea you had before, of a picnic. Maybe here in Fontaine, or maybe when we go to Sumeru. And maybe we can ask Miss Navia to make some bread for us.

( Brief doesn’t cut it for Wriothesley. After almost losing Kaveh for the sins staining his hands, he needs to taste his kisses some more. He loops his hand over his neck, bringing him back for another, fuller kiss. He likes the remnants of sweetness on his tongue, delving against it as if it could be their last time. Part of him is still uncertain how much of a home the Fortress truly is for him, or if he will come to love it the same way he does. He pulls away slowly, leaving their lips to still graze against one another. )

Whatever you want, I’m not picky.

[ He chuckles softly into the kiss, tray forgotten about for the moment so that he can wind both arms fully around Wriothesley's shoulders, continuing to hold him close as their lips part; he nuzzles his nose gently against the other man's, a contented sound on his tongue. Honestly, despite the want to go back, there's a part of him that could stay like this all day too, curled up in the other's arms between food and kisses. ]

Speaking of "whatever I want", could we maybe make one stop before we go back?

[ His fingers trace up and over the other's front. ]

I wanna be with you, but this isn't the right place, and when we get back, we'll have to work..

( With the tray out of the way, it’s much easier wrapping his arm around him. Holding Kaveh is a dream on its own, and being his boyfriend is something else entirely. He looks into his eyes, keeping all his desires at bay at least for the sake of Navia’s courtesy and respect.

Kaveh’s touch over his clothed groin is too powerful. A rush of heat immediately fills him at the junction of his balls and he pulls away to clear his throat. )

Yeah. An extra day then. We can book a hotel.

I’ll go tidy up.

( He slides away, awkwardly adjusting himself and the tightness in his pants before taking the tray. This will be enough of a distraction to lose a boner. Hopefully he doesn’t run into Navia. )

[ A whole extra day, Wriothesley decides, and while Kaveh does find himself a little disappointed that their return to the Fortress has been moved further away, the chance to have the older man just to himself for an entire day is too good to pass up. And so when the other goes to tidy up— and a slight smugness lifts Kaveh's lips in a smile when he sees him having to adjust himself— the blonde gets up too, cleaning himself up so that he's ready to go as soon as Wriothesley is.

An hour and change sees them in front of a hotel room door, key in hand, and a supremely silly idea in Kaveh's mind as he turns back to his boyfriend after unlocking it, holding the key out for him. ]

Why don't you go down to the restaurant and buy us a nice bottle of red wine? Give me a few minutes to freshen up?

[ He waits for Wriothesley to agree before slipping inside alone and locking the door. And he's no liar— he does indeed take a moment or two to freshen up, but most of his time alone in the room is spent dimming the lights and closing the curtains, giving an aura of romance despite it being early in the day, unmaking the bed and stripping out of his clothes so he can lie down to wait for the other.

And then comes a silly moment of Kaveh wondering exactly how he should position himself. He wants to blow the warden's mind when he walks in, but no matter which way he shifts and moves, he feels silly. After a moment, he decides to drape himself with the sheet, leaving a little (but not much) to the other's imagination, before lounging back against the pillows.

...He probably still looks silly, he thinks despondently, just in time for the door to open again. ]

( The walk is warm and quaint towards the hotel. This amount of sunlight is just what he needs to last him the next few months in the Fortress— and who needs light anyway when he has Kaveh next to him now?

Once checked in, he’s blind sided by Kaveh’s request but doesn’t seem all too surprised. He’s not that oblivious to these things, and offers a patient smile before taking himself away with the hotel key.

Besides, red wine is a good idea. Even if there isn’t much to celebrate but their new relationship.

He buys the best of the best, wax sealed and years aged.

When he comes back to the room, he knows before opening the door just to announce his arrival, in case Kaveh isn’t ready.

The way he finds the room and Kaveh is nothing short of beautiful— he wouldn’t say it’s silly but perhaps sappy. And he eats it up with a smile. Warmth and a rush of butterflies are soon taking over his abdomen and stomach, tracing the contour of Kaveh’s shape underneath the silken sheets. He puts the wine bottle on the table in front of the bed and faces him. He could undress what’s left of the fabric just with his eyes. )

Come on, you’re robbing me of the most important thing. Spread your legs a little.

( So the fabric can slide right off. )

[ When he calls for Wriothesley to come in, there's a moment of anxiety where he wonders if perhaps the other man will laugh at him, or think him ridiculous for setting himself up like this. But instead, there's a smile on those lips as he looks him over, eyes tracing all of Kaveh's lines and shapes in a way that makes the blonde shiver in delighted anticipation under the sheets.

And of course the warden would take it that step further, a flush spreading its way across Kaveh's cheeks at the request, one which naturally the architect obeys. As Wriothesley hoped, the silkiness of the sheet means that, the moment Kaveh spreads his legs, it slips right off his skin, leaving him fully exposed to the other's gaze.

He bites his lower lip, and stretches a little, a deliberate movement, before he smiles up at him. ]

Is that better? [ he murmurs, his eyes bright with desire. And there's a part of him that wants to keep them like this for a few moments, to watch the other's eyes as he drinks him in. But also, he wants him close, evident in the way he reaches a hand out, gesturing for Wriothesley to join him on the bed. ]

( As the sheets glide away from his thighs and reveal more of him, Wriothesley's hands are involuntarily at his tie, loosening it and every button on his shirt. Kaveh might be the only man in the world who could make a cock seem so... Appealing, to look at. Plump and thick with a touch of delicacy, and then brushed with the right amount of golden fuzz going up his navel. Masculine enough for Wriothesley to appreciate, but on his own, he's a piece of art in the flesh. He shrugs off his jacket and leaves it at the corner of the bed, leaning down to unclasp his boots: they sound quite loud in the darkness, pivotal to their moment as his eyes still devour every sharp or soft edge on Kaveh's nudity.

Wriothesley likes commanding and Kaveh complies, so he continues while undoing his belt. )

Better, but touch yourself. I want to see you get hard.

[ It helps, perhaps, that Kaveh for his part likes hearing those commands as much as Wriothesley enjoys giving them. For a moment, though, he doesn't follow through on it, just watching for a moment instead as the other man's hands lift to loosen his tie, to unbutton his shirt, to remove his jacket and start work on his boots.

The whole time, though, those eyes stay on him. It reminds him to do what the other man has told him to do after all, and he swallows hard, nodding as he reaches to take his own cock into his hand. It's mostly flaccid still, hinting at hardness just from the promise in the air, but a few slow strokes are sure to change that, and as he moves, the blonde's eyes flutter involuntarily closed despite his desire to keep his gaze fixed on Wriothesley. ]

A-ah, fuck. Like this?

( When his pants are unzipped and lowered, he leaves the bulge of cock to rest between the parting. He can tell how lost Kaveh is getting watching him strip himself slowly like this. That's why Wriothesley removes his vest and leaves his shirt open down the middle. More than that would be too nice, too easy.

Kaveh's hand is appealing wrapped around his cock, stroking himself to Wriothesley's commands. Seeing his tip shine like it does, pumped full of pleasure between his grasp has Wriothesley licking his bottom lip. If he didn't already have other plans, he might have sucked him off again. )

Yup.

( Those plans being, him walking to the edge of the bed until his thighs are pressed to the cushions. Standing, prolonging every second that passes. He finally eases off his dress shirt one shoulder at a time. His scars are more pronounced with the small slit of natural light flooding in. He lifts his dressed cock teasingly, watching Kaveh. )

Come here.

[ Hearing the other's voice, even on a single syllable, has Kaveh's eyes opening again, and he bites down on his lip hard when he sees the way the other is moving forward, shirt opened and cock bulging visibly between the zipper of his pants. His breath is short on his lips as he continues to work a hand over himself, each stroke torturously slow as he glides his hand over his own cock, the seconds dragging by in the most agonizing of ways as Wriothesley just stands there.

Until he doesn't, and he finally tells Kaveh to come to him, the blonde releasing himself with a short whine to sit up, shuffle across the bed until he's seated right in front of the other man.

And there are a lot of things he could do— touch, or use his mouth, or even lie back and offer himself up just like this— but he wants to see what Wriothesley wants from him, and to that end he licks at his lower lip, tasting a hint of blood, waiting for what the other man wants of him next. ]

( The options are limitless like this, with Kaveh at his disposal like an eager dog. It must have taken him quite the effort to come up with this little surprise, draping himself in sheets to wait because he could already see the flesh at his shoulders shine in some sweat. He can't be nervous, is he?

Wriothesley's fingers feather up the underside of Kaveh's standing cock, tracing him while keeping the eye contact. To watch is one thing, but feeling the contours of his veins and the strength keeping him so hard is a point of pride. Going lower, he gently slides over his balls to cup them softly before letting gravity take them down again. The sensitivity there is pivotal, so he's just testing his limits. )

I'm actually going to need you to lay on your back. It'll be much easier fucking your throat that way.

[ Is he nervous? Maybe a little, if only because presenting himself in this way took effort, and he still managed to feel silly enough about it that he was worried Wriothesley would laugh. But the other man didn't, at least not out loud, and now Kaveh is left with a burning anticipation that cuts through almost all of the awkward tension he's feeling in himself.

That hand on him, stroking over him while the other man holds his eyes, is enough to cut through the rest of it, making him gasp and whine as he's so briefly explored, as his balls are briefly weighted and let go once more.

And then— ]

Oh. [ Kaveh's breath exits him in a sharp exhale, and the blonde licks his lips subconsciously. ] Okay.

[ So he shifts, not only laying on his back but turning around so his head falls right at the edge of the bed, crimson eyes dark with desire as he peers up at the older man, his smile slow and sweet on his lips. ]

`m ready.

Just tap me if you need me to stop.

( He doesn't plan to finish, anyway. They have the entire day ahead of them and he's going to be fucking him from both ends. He traces his finger over the expanse of his shown neck, over the bob of his Adam's apple, and up his chin. He's so warm already, heated as the blood flow rushes up his skull from this slanted position. It's a great view, seeing the rest of his nude body sprawled out like a personal slut, cock high and pointed.

His other hand lowers his underwear, allowing the tension of his cock to finally release. The fabric is mushed up against his ballsack, practically right on top of Kaveh's eyes. His fingers are ghostly over Kaveh's lips, tracing them until they drip between his teeth and spread inside his cheeks, rolling them wide and around his tongue as a sweet little warm-up. The tip of his cock barely peeks through his foreskin as it flinches to the anticipation of Kaveh's tight throat, but this first step: he likes to tease him. )

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