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

( 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. )

Like this?

[ Kaveh's answer to the resumption of Wriothesley's thrusts, paired with the strength and speed of the movements on his cock, is little more than a helpless moan into the other man's mouth. An arm wraps behind them, tugging the warden close to him, letting him press into that hungry, needful kiss even as his hips shift back and forth between front and back as he tries to get the best parts of all the pleasure offered to him.

Overall, the sensations are too much, build too quickly, and it takes mere moments before Kaveh is teetering at the edge of his pleasure, Wriothesley's name on his lips—

—the sound becoming something of a wail as the other pulls out of him right before he can get there, turning him and pressing his back down into the pillows. The other may see the momentarily distressed look on his face, although it melts quickly into something soft and needy again, arms finding their way around the older man's shoulders and mouth pressing into his as Kaveh pants out his pleasure. ]

That was— mm, that was mean, I was close—

[ He's not really scolding him; Wriothesley didn't know, and it's nicer like this overall, face to face, forehead to forehead as Kaveh's legs wind around him, widening himself up for the other's taking. ]

Like this is perfect.

Then let's finish.

( He kisses his neck and slides a hand between their grinding bodies, gripping Kaveh's cock, jerking him. Together, they become a sanctuary, peace only they know how to reap and savor. The Fortress may await them in the depths but comfort is also found here, listening to his moans.

He bites him, and he sucks the other side of his neck, tasting every particle of sweat, breathing hot as they’re rocking the bed below them.

The intensity only burns more when his body goes taut and strung, shocking every living cell in his body to the point of blindness and deafness. Wriothesley moans louder than usual, desperate to fuck every sound out of his lover. He’s mindlessly moving faster and faster with a burst of energy he’s been saving just for this moment, just for him.

Oh, the mattress sings underneath, wooden frame barely taking it while his body fucks his cum deeper into him. It feels even hotter inside Kaveh, wetter, it makes him want to snap him in half. Only in the best ways, of course. Never forget… The thought phases out just as his soul ascends to purity, hearing nothing else but his heart pounding and exhausted gasps while still getting his cock choked by his ass. And like this he stays on top of him, breathing him in. )

[ The sound Wriothesley makes when he cums, louder than any Kaveh has ever heard from him, is possibly the most attractive thing Kaveh has ever heard. It makes the blonde cry out in response, the sound on his own lips practically a sob of pleasure, overwhelmed by the number of sensations the other is bestowing on him, kissing and sucking and biting and taking the architect so effortlessly to pieces, leaving him writhing and gasping and moaning, his tune and rhythm in time with the movement of the bed. ]

Fuck, fuck, fuck—

[ It's far from the most coherent thing Kaveh has ever said, but it no doubt gets the point across, especially as he follows Wriothesley a few moments later, cum spurting heavy between their stomachs even as the older man continues to move and move and move, leaving the blonde to flail against the mattress as his body quickly becomes overwhelmed by the pleasure. It's almost too much, it is too much in all the best of ways, and thankfully(?) the warden's movements stop a while after as he lays on top of the blonde.

Kaveh's fingers lift, trembling as they cup the other's face between them, the younger man panting out breath after breath. ]

I... wow.

[ It's really the only word he can spare as he tugs Wriothesley's face down to meet his in a soft kiss. ]

Edited 2024-03-01 14:28 (UTC)

( He’s the most beautiful mess in existence, damp in sweat and fucked out from both ends. It is something these entirely feeling Kaveh’s body convulse in pleasure, kissing away his moans as he emptied himself between them, leaving their stomachs wet with his cum.

The room stills around them as the weight of his body rests over Kaveh. Every thought comes in slow and dazed, clinging to the sound of every sound Kaveh has made up until his release. He grinds into him lazily, softening, until he lets himself slide out of him. )

Quite the compliment from a scholar.

( He teases him, kissing back to the point he forgets whether it is day or night outside.
It’s still daytime. )

[ Kaveh laughs softly at that— he supposes it's true, that it is a compliment to fuck the words right out of a scholar. (It would be even more impressive if he could do it to someone from Haravatat, is the passing thought, but he brushes that aside— he doesn't want Wriothesley fucking anyone else, anyway, so he'll just have to do.) ]

If I had access to a djinn, I think I'd wish for us both to have unlimited stamina.

[ That's the one sensible thought Kaveh has— and even then it's far from actually sensible— as he nuzzles into the other, pressing soft kisses against the body draped over his, hot and sweat and salt on his lips as he trails them over the other's neck and shoulder. ]

Then we could just do this forever and we'd never have to rest.

That's a tall order.
( Even in this supposed land of high magic where stamina would never deplete, just thinking about doing this without repose makes his balls hurt. He rolls beside him as he usually does to prevent him from getting crushed by his weight. This is a better way to admire Kaveh laying there, satisfied and beautiful and fucked to the n^th degree of silly.

He still likes wearing Kaveh's arm around his bare shoulder, closing his eyes to the sensation of kisses soothing away all the tension from the act. )

Anything else you'd like to wish for?

[ He smiles lazily as Wriothesley shifts to lie next to him instead, head nuzzling against the other's shoulder after pressing those kisses there, and then lying back to relax as well, a tired expression on his face. He's being silly, of course, but the other man's question is good one— what would he wish for?— and despite their general content, the answer comes rushing through in a way bound to break Kaveh's heart. He frowns, and closes his eyes. ]

I've got a better idea, [ he mumbles. ] I already told you about one of my wishes, so why don't you tell me about one of yours, instead?

[ Because the only thing he can think of, as always, is a smiling pair of eyes disappearing with a laugh behind a closing door— ]

( Is that reluctance he sees in sweet old Kaveh? It takes a man of secrecy to know another, but he won't press Kaveh for any wish he may have now. Knowing him, he assumes it's something embarrassing that will eventually surface anyway, so he smiles.

It's a type of smile that also fades when he's given the uno reverse card, because he knows the answer right away. There's a few answers to it, but only one truly feels outside of his control. )

A happy childhood, probably.

[ Of course, what Wriothesley doesn't realize is that Kaveh is thinking much the same thing as him, this time, rather than something embarrassing. When the older man speaks, the blonde moves, arms winding tight around him, curling to pull him close again; still lying next to each other, but entangled, Kaveh's legs looping through the other's as he presses a kiss to a shoulder blade. ]

I was thinking the same thing for me. [ The admission is quiet, tender. ] About my dad. So I can't blame you at all for wishing for that.

[ He leans up, brushes a soft kiss against Wriothesley's mouth. ]

I'm sorry I can't grant it for you. If I were a djinn, though, I would.

That's why we call them wishes, don't we?
( For one, he wouldn't be able to bring back Kaveh's dad, either. And even if he could turn back time and be a kid again, he'd still decide to kill his foster parents all over again. Happiness back then was nothing but a lie.

He locks their ankles together underneath the sheets, even though his skin is burning up between their heat. As he kisses, he realizes they have options. They still have the whole day. )

Instead of wishes, how about let's go clean up and tell me about one of your goals. Hm?

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