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

( 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. )

[ Kaveh nods with a smile, watching as Wriothesley's eyes trail over his naked form; in any other situation he might be uncomfortable, splayed out for the showing like this, but he trusts the other man enough that he barely thinks about it, that he smiles knowing the way it must make the other feel—

something made only more evident when Wriothesley allows his cock to lift free.

His lips part obediently for the ghostly traces of the other man's fingers, tongue lifting to roll up against them as they spread through his mouth as if to test, stretch a part of him that doesn't need stretching. From here, he can see the way the other's cock practically pulses its want, and he groans around the digits, eager for more.

Kaveh hums, lips closing around the other's fingers to suck, continuing to trace them with his tongue; he doesn't move his head, though, allowing Wriothesley to set that pace the same way he will be soon with his cock, taking what he wants from the younger man's throat.

(Mm, and the idea has him viscerally shiver, a twitch of delight in his own cock.) ]

( Kaveh's tongue is delightful between his fingers as they glide down the curve of it. He rolls them sinuously while he sucks, sliding them off whenever he can’t stand to wait a second longer. The bone in his neck looks far too lonely to drag on the practice and Kaveh, he’s a good boy, Wriothesley has no doubt he knows how to let his throat accept every inch of his.

He guides his vibrant, darkened tip over the sleek of saliva left on his top lip - in this position, it acts as his bottom lip instead - and smears it over the two, stroking back his skin. Left on its own, and his cock covers the length of Kaveh’s face, blocking sight of it from forehead to chin.

With the angled tilt, he easily gets him to open wide, rolling in slowly to help him adjust his jawline or turn his head if he wants. A shiver runs down the second heat touches him and he pushes, and thrusts until a loud, wet rhythm begins to slosh. He’s unsure if it would feel any good for him, but he deliberately rolls his thumbs over his nipples, looking down as his cock visibly takes the shape of his throat: it’s tighter just past his gullet. Velvety like a dream. With every fast thrust, his balls slam to his nose and his piercings catch onto pearly enamel. )

Fuck.

[ Kaveh whines softly when Wriothesley's fingers tug back from him, carmine eyes wide and dark with pupils blown out from his lust. He wants more, and in the next moment he's granted it, a muffled groan on his tongue as the older man pushes past his lips. Obedient as ever, Kaveh opens wide, tongue flattening and jawline shifting just enough to take him in.

In an ideal world, he'd have some time to adjust here, but it's clear that when the warden said he wanted to fuck his throat, he meant it, and a shudder rushes down Kaveh's spine as he starts to do exactly that, setting an immediate rhythm that the younger is quickly forced to accommodate. He gags, the noise wet and thick around the movements, only adding to the layers of obscene noises formed by the way Wriothesley fucks into him.

His eyes close as he gags again, his throat working hard to adjust to the sensation, his airways trying pathetically to steal some breath for himself, and it takes him several seconds of that before he manages to find just the right angle for his head, before his throat starts to accustom itself to the hammering action of his lover's cock.

Only then do his eyes open again, carmine seeking Wriothesley's face, watching the pleasure play upside-down across his expression as Kaveh moans around him, one of his hands reaching blindly to wrap around his own aching cock and starting to stroke. ]

( Of course he wastes no time. There's only so much oxygen deprivation Kaveh can withstand taking a cock as big as his into his airway. At least he can communicate his needs if he needs a break, and this limit is making Wriothesley lose every fleeting thought. The sounds alone are made for his ears, cutting across the room and pouring as he chokes his cock into his throat. He feels his Adam's apple and knows which angle to press into when Kaveh adjusts his head.

So Wriothesley, as a good lover would do, helps Kaveh's skull stay on that angle. It's been a while since anyone would be willing to let him do this to them: there are high stakes after all. His neck bulges to his shape, fucking away all stability of his vocal cords and based on Kaveh reaching down to jack himself off to it, Wriothesley knows he's stretching him just right. Forty long seconds of squelching, passion and gagging. He precums into him but pauses short of letting himself get lost in pleasure, so he pulls away to invite air in once again. )

Hurry, turn around.

( While his cock is still lathered and dripping with thick saliva. )

[ It's evident perhaps in Kaveh's choice to allow this just how much he trusts Wriothesley, despite everything that has happened especially in the last 24 hours. As those seconds tick by with the blonde struggling and failing for breath, forced to adjust to the onslaught of movement and to swallow the other's precum so it doesn't choke him, even as his vision starts to blur and darken at the corners, he knows he can trust the other to pull away when he needs it.

(And the fuzziness helps with the pleasure again, letting him focus only on how good everything feels, even as things start to turn black—)

Pull back Wriothesley does, right before Kaveh would otherwise have tapped, the blonde sucking in several quick, hungry breaths of air before he lets himself focus on what the other is saying, and nodding as the words settle in his mind. Right. Turn around.

With a whine, he lets go of his own cock before shuffling around on the bed. For a moment, he's not sure which way to move, but with the whole idea that he was showing himself off before, he decides to shift onto all fours, ass jutting up as if being presented as an offering to the other man. ]

Like this? [ he asks, and it's meant to be sexy but comes out instead as kind of a hushed choke, Kaveh's airways still recovering from the pleasurable assault of moments before. ]

( Wriothesley has become an expert in reading Kaveh's body language. Every small twitch on his face, or how his throat constricts when he's close to losing control of his consciousness. No mouth is as perfectly designed for this as Kaveh's, to take and swallow so full of passion.

He's proud of making such a mess out of Kaveh, fucked his throat so silly he can barely get out coherent words from it. Wriothesley steps out of the pants puddled at his feet to climb onto the bed. Care is always Wriothesley's top priority, and he slides his cock longways between his ass cheeks to smear the saliva left clinging to him. He'll answer him by slamming his cock down, wet and heavy, over his hole. This side of Wriothesley is playful, the more trust, the more liberty to open up to Kaveh in ways he wouldn't have if this were purely just a sexual encounter. Yet between every gasp or choke or administration, there's something greater than pure lust. )

Yes. Is this how you want me?

Yeah.

[ Kaveh groans the word out with his forehead pressed into the sheets, a pleased response to the slap of Wriothesley's cock against him. Usually, he prefers it when they can be face to face, so he can see the pleasure playing out across his lover's face, kiss his mouth for each breath they share. But in this moment his mind is locked on making the other man feel good, especially after the show he was inspired to put on before, and he chooses his positioning accordingly.

Plus, he's quickly finding that he likes it when Wriothesley is rough with him. He's had plenty of rough sex before, of course, but never with someone whom he likes, who likes him beyond the moments of a casual fuck.

And there'll be time for gentleness and sweetness as the day wears on, and both of them run themselves dry all over again. ]

Fuck me, Your Grace.

My pleasure.
( Is the answer, rigid in his throat as he watches the elegant curve of Kaveh's back curving as he presses his face down. Calling him by that name flips a switch for him, a type of pleasure he didn't think he'd be so into until now. Desire phases to a tragic obsession he has been aware of for a while now, thundering in his chest. He's afraid to acknowledge it, but he'll gladly feed it.

He bites over a small plastic packet and pours the cold, liquid content down Kaveh's ass. Then a second one. He slides the girth of his cock against him to smear it, then pushes some of it in with one finger: then two. )

Fuck yourself on my fingers.

( The command is piercing, staying to true to how Kaveh wants him: from His Grace to his beautiful subject, Kaveh. )

[ He smiles at the tension in Wriothesley's voice, a shudder of pleasure running down his spine at how it sounds. He knows he's said the right thing from that alone, a knowledge that fills him with an odd sense of pride as his hips writhe under the sensation of cool liquid running over the cleft of his ass.

Kaveh braces himself, sure he's about to be fucked— but then a finger presses the liquid in, joined by a second,

and then, in that same commanding tone, the other man tells him to fuck himself down against them, and the sound that rises to the blonde's lips is one half of bewildered pleasure, half pained frustration at the turn of events. ]

O-okay.

[ But he remains obedient, hips rolling back against the fingers pressed into his hole, a little slow and tentative at first but quickly gaining in speed. ]

( He likes seeing how far Kaveh will let his frustrations take him. Besides, is this not how Kaveh prefers it? Wriothesley is climbing the learning curve of what it means to be with him, twisting the facts to create something new between them.

He bends his fingers lower as he starts picking up speed so they purposely rub up where it truly matters. Don't let his teasing mislead you, Wriothesley is losing his mind every second it's not his cock getting strangled in his ass. To distract them both, he swings his other hand to slam the higher part of his thigh, smacking him loudly though not so hard that it may bruise. )

Faster.

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