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

( 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.

[ Faster, Wriothesley says, and for a moment the blonde is too fucked-out to respond or even consider it, his writhing down against the fingers now bullying his prostate, gasping and whining helplessly at the sensation.

And then the other man smacks his thigh in a way that makes Kaveh yelp out in mixed pain and pleasure, the vibration rocking through his skin and leaving him panting for a few seconds afterwards. It's enough of a jolt though that it gets his brain going again— not for thought, but to follow what the other is demanding of him. The sound he makes is half-whimper, and he nods down into the mattress. ]

..Yes, sir.

[ Truthfully, he doesn't even realize what he's said, focused only on the promised increase of his hips' speed, pushing himself harder and faster against Wriothesley's fingers until he's almost sobbing with need. ]

( He hopes these walls are stuffed extra thick with insulation, otherwise these filthy sounds might sweep across the hotel wing. His hand spreads across the area he had smacked, soothing it well and curving around part of his ass to spread him wider. A rough huff jets out as though he'd been holding his breath watching him come undone, eyes half-lidded and drunken to the sight.

He presses his thumb down his sleek taint, receiving the sway of his balls with every thrust he takes. Kaveh's loose tongue really does steal away his breath anyway, calling him that as he's busy moaning and crumbling into the bedsheets. It's his cue to put a halt on him, sliding out his fingers and getting another packet of lube to re-apply. Even his fingers feel the sudden blast of cool air once they're outside, but imagine how needy his cock is knowing what he's missing out on?

Good.

( He's already dripping with precum as he dabs his cockhead over his entry. Though stretched properly, he's still careful about re-stretching him. He pushes himself in, sighing and hissing, feeling every nerve swell in pure delight. Every thought puffs like cotton, they float away from him and converge somewhere in the clouds: Kaveh's always so goddamn tight. A moan rolls off as soon as he pops through his rectum, holding on tight around his hips until flesh curls with his strength - that's where the bruises will be. )

God, Kaveh.

[ When it comes down to it, Kaveh isn't thinking about the noises they're making, or about how good or bad the insulation might be. His focus is on Wriothesley and Wriothesley alone, on the soothing hand rubbing against the thigh where he smacked it, on the sound of the huff of air on the other's mouth, at the sensation of that thumb pressing along his taint right before his fingers withdraw.

And Kaveh can hear the sound of the lube packet being opened, but he still whines his complaint at the loss, hips wriggling against sudden emptiness for a moment or two. He doesn't get to really complain, though, because before long the other's cockhead is pressing against him, into him, torturously slow as he re-stretches him to meet his girth, the blonde's fingers curling as tightly into the sheets under him as the warden's do into his hips. ]

Fuck—

[ The exclamation falls from his lips practically the moment Wriothesley pushes into him, and he groans, hips lifting into the sensations, trying not to wriggle too eagerly against him. ]

Fuck me, Wriothesley. I'm ready for it, you don't have to take it easy..

Okay, good.

( He wasn’t going to last in this painstaking pace, either. The real need is to fill Kaveh until he can’t take it anymore. His flesh stretches back with the slight friction and as he plunges in, making Kaveh’s wishes a fully sealed reality.

Only Kaveh can make him act this erratic and desperate, pumping his hips in quick succession as he holds him still in place. His knuckles grow white from the tension, nails digging into the softer skin around his hips.

Perhaps he’s being as rough as ever, every feature stern and every thrust thoughtless. This is a way to convey all the underlying fear of losing him because of his inherent violence and yet here he is, thrusting Kaveh into the mattress just as madly. He can’t help moans rasping his throat as he makes Kaveh’s insides his own, choking every inch of cock to a point he feels the pressure in his balls. )

[ Wriothesley certainly isn't the only one— like this, there's no way that Kaveh is going to last long like this, his position lowering slightly so that he can press his face against the mattress, hoping that the action will ground him, offer him some kind of stability against the onslaught of pleasure.

It doesn't. Kaveh groans, both hands clinging to the covers now as he's slammed into the bed time and time again, hips aching from how hard the warden's fingers— and nails— press into them to steady him. Every time the other man bottoms out, he feels the hardness of metal against him, cool at first but warming with their actions. For each move, he can hear the rasping groan in the other's voice, sending shudders of pleasure down his spine. ]

I— mn.

[ He's not even sure what he was going to say, only that the words were taken from him before he could say it. His hips arch, cant, press, another series of sounds on his lips that replace any words he might otherwise speak. And when he does find something to say, it's a warning, brief and sharp: ]

Close—

( Focus of steel is also what it takes to slam into Kaveh so incessantly. As each second or minute phases out between their sounds, the passion molds into something intimate and endless. The precious moment where Kaveh muffles out any word he can, swallowing his moans and withering in pleasure was, after all, an inevitable outcome. For a man who has been a stranger to affection in the past, it sure has him by his heartstrings and it spills in everything he does.

His voice jets through labored panting while he’s ensuring Kaveh gets fucked right, even sliding a hand down to grab his bouncing cock, fitting it tight to his fist. But then, his other hand traces down his spine and then yanks him up by his hair, successfully pulling him up on his knees. He speaks low on by his ear and everything around them pauses, including the sounds. )

Hold on.

( He’s still deep inside him, twitching with his impending demise, but still takes the time to pepper kisses over his shoulder, up his neck, while stroking him from the other side. If he cums, then he cums, he won’t complain. )

Should I go faster?

( He’s giving him the choice this time, sharing with him an ounce of control. )

[ Kaveh yelps as the pleasure of a hand fisting his cock is suddenly interrupted by the pleasure-pain of the other grasping and yanking at his hair until he's up on his knees, and the blonde whimpers helplessly at the sensation, unable to find the words for a breath or two, focused as he is on holding himself back, desperately trying not to cum even as kisses are dotted over his skin, as the other's hand continues to work him over. It's the best kind of torment, feeding him pleasure even as the other's cock is stilled deep in him.

And Wriothesley leaves the choice in his hands, voice low against his ear in a way that sends shudders of delight down Kaveh's spine, the blonde nodding wordlessly for a second before he remembers how to actually speak, and then nodding again in assent. ]

Yes— please, Wriothesley. I wanna— ngh.

[ Yanked back like this, it's not too hard for him to turn his head to the side, to seek kisses against the warden's mouth; it's not exactly the most comfortable angle, but he doesn't care about that right now. ]

Want you, please.

( If it is a kiss he desires then a kiss he shall get - But Kaveh better hold on tight. Wriothesley isn't carved of perfection and there's only so much he can hold off on before his inhibition breaks. His hand squeezes Kaveh's cock nicely, stroking him faster as he devours his moans, meeting every fistful with progressively faster thrusts. Collapse might be written somewhere in the sheets because the balance in this way isn't as easy as it looks.

So it's no surprise when he pulls out of him to flip and push him down on the pillows. It's everything Kaveh wanted, no? To face him like this, forehead to forehead as he fits himself into him to continue. He leaves a trail of kisses on his ear, where he bites and sucks in his lobe. )

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