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

( All these kisses he’s getting will infiltrate his mind throughout the day when he starts doing his work rounds. Seeing Kaveh this content after the bad night definitely becomes a highlight— proof he’s doing something right between them.

As Mehrak once again displays light to showcase the more refined blueprint, the missing points in the other sketch finally make sense.

The model also makes it easier to envision where on a cliff the house might hold, and how clearly the elevator is aimed down to connect to the Fortress. The commute wouldn’t be long at all with Kaveh’s design, so he glances at him utterly awestruck and silent. )

How long ago did you make this?
It’s wonderful.

( There’s one other thing standing out from the design that catches his attention— a smaller room with additional labeling. He glances at Kaveh briefly, before withdrawing to himself. He won’t mention it if Kaveh doesn’t— it’s not exactly a discussion he’s ready to have, mainly because he knows the answer. )

When do you want to start construction?

[ The flick of Wriothesley's eyes over that one room, followed by a silent glance his way, doesn't go unnoticed. But for now, Kaveh doesn't say anything about it. It's not a decision he's ready to have either— not when things between them are so new and he only just found the courage to show him the map as a whole as it is— so he's happy when it's left and the warden's attention goes to the rest of it instead.

Warmth finds his cheeks between the compliment and the answer to the question, and he mumbles something about having started it an embarrassingly long time ago,

(and no he won't tell you exactly when thank you very much...!)

but the most pleasant shock of the moment comes from Wriothesley asking him when he wants to start construction.

Kaveh bites his lower lip, and his fingers move to grab a strong hand, twine together with his, as he smiles slightly. ]

If I had my way, I'd start construction today. But I have a project to finish here first. So... when the Fortress work is done? Or at least done enough that I can have someone else supervise in my stead. Finishing touches and so on.

[ Because for as much as he'd like to start now, he has a work ethic to uphold. ]

Plus, I'm sure I have to get permission from the Court to just.. build on the side of the cliff like that.

( It’s fine, the silence is louder than any word. Someday he’ll pry the answer out of him, so enjoy your peace now, Kaveh. The truth is bound to surface eventually, and Wriothesley lives to tease him.

He rises up from his seat after Kaveh squeezes his hand, and he leads him against the wall, pinning the hand up. He can’t resist the idea of a promise and longevity. He could listen to Kaveh ramble on about his ideas all day, he could kiss him like this all day. Savoring his neck, trailing hot lips against his own so he can savor his mouth, too.

He pulls away with a smirk. )

You don’t have to worry about the permits— I can talk to Neuvillette anytime and speed things up.

After your project here is finished, that is.

( He arches himself a degree just to press their lips together again, grinding him slow to feel his cock through their pants. )

You also have to survey the construction site. Hm?

[ Kaveh's not quite done talking about the permission he'd need, mouth opening to discuss the land and who owns the space— or whether it perhaps technically belongs to the Fortress, being in its vertical reach— but instead of something intelligible like that, an entire squeak comes out of his mouth as the other man stands and bodies him into the wall, wrist caught in his hand as lips press along his in that hot, teasing way.

He moans softly in answer, eyes fluttering close and leaning in just in time for Wriothesley to pull away with a smirk— his own expression becoming something of a pout, though one that quickly disappears as he grits out a soft sound at the feel of the other's hips grinding into his, the shape of his cock rolling against Kaveh's own.

He's sleepy still, but he's liable to wake up very quickly— in more ways than one— if the other keeps at him like this. ]

Mm. I do.

[ He's not really thinking about the construction site anymore. ]

( Why let him finish talking when their mouths can do so much more? Tasting him so early is as refreshing as a steaming cup of tea. Nothing says I love you more than discussing the blueprints of their future, with Mehrak at their side listening in on their make out session and kissing sounds. )

And that pout is for...?

( He teases again, of course, taking a glimpse down to their hips pressed together. For a second, he briefly wonders if women are turned on this quickly, too, from times past. It would have been impossible to tell unless his hand was in their panties, but now he gets the blessing to tell right away and oh how easy it is to get Kaveh riled up. )

Wow. In front of Mehrak. Really, Kaveh?

[ He's just about ready to explain the pout— or rather, to pout more deeply and insist that Wriothesley knows what he's done— but his attention is taken in the next moment by the teasing tone in the other's voice as he looks down between them, and the sound on the blonde's lips is indignant and undignified both. ]

...You—! Archons, Wriothesley, you— I can't believe— Mehrak, go back to sleep!

[ His words increase in pitch and tempo with each syllable spoken until he's practically screeching the command at his toolbox, face flushed red as he shakes his head at the older man. ]

You're impossible.

[ But he's not really mad. It's evident in the way his free arm winds around Wriothesley's shoulders to pull him closer, even as Mehrak beep-boops in reply (and makes a Face Kaveh's not sure he's seen it make before) before drifting back across the room to the place from where Kaveh called it originally. ]

Mehrak's asleep now. I think we were talking about surveyance.

( He sees about three different expressions phase across Kaveh's features when he's met with the hit of realization and oh is it worth teasing him. Nothing is more delightful than Kaveh fussing like this, over something practically unimportant. That is, unless Mehrak is programmed to record everything, then that's a different story. )

Is it my fault you're so easy to please?

( He keeps on egging him, palming his hand between their bodies so he can slip it in to wrap around his warm cock. If surveying is dirty talking to Kaveh, then he'll never see construction the same way again. He twists delicately at his hardness, kissing his neck. )

Mhm. The bedrock should be strong enough, but drilling deep into it will be important to keep the structure from collapse. How many floors is it again?

Obviously it's your fault!

[ Kaveh hisses back immediately— or tries to hiss, even if the sound comes out as something more of a whine as Wriothesley's hand slides between them to wrap around him, his head canting back against the wall to give the other better access to the delicate skin he so loves to mark.

(He's like modeling clay in the hands of this impossible man, he thinks wildly—)

And the warden is still talking, answering his heedless flirtation with some sultry rejoinder about the drills needing to go deep, and Kaveh sucks in a breath, trying to find the right thing to say in response. ]

Three floors. [ It's a murmur, his own hands finding the other's front, skimming along the skin as they travel southwards to his hips, tugging him that little closer. ] Although that's not counting how long the elevator shaft is...

[ Mm. He's not quite as good at this as he could be, he thinks. ]

( Kaveh asks and he shall always receive. As soon as his neck is exposed, Wriothesley takes all he can from it. kissing up against his ear and down the elegant slope to his shoulder. The scent of his flesh is always so fresh, teetering from bold to delicate. He wishes to become the reason for every one of his sounds.

When he pulls away to give him the courtesy of being eye to eye when they talk, he's still smirking. He'll gladly press closer against him, although his hand is still palming up against his cock and then down to cup his balls. Purely experimental and trying to lure out more of his whines. )

It should also be wide enough to lift any furniture up after everything is finished.

[ Wriothesley doesn't have to try too hard to lure more whines out of Kaveh. The sensation of the other's lips all over his neck, paired with the way that hand continues to move against him and cup over his balls, makes him release a soft litany of sounds, hips arching into those touches and body writhing in full display of Kaveh's eagerness for more.

Still, he manages to continue the word play, even between the sounds and with his body trembling in the other's hold: ]

I'd say we should get some men to help us with that process, but I think you're strong enough to handle it by yourself.

[ His lips move to the other's earlobe, a soft brush of his tongue over the piercing. ]

I wanna go down on you.

( The pads of his fingers press gently underneath his sack, feeling the silk flesh of his taint. He’s unsure if this is something Kaveh likes, but going by his sounds: it must be alright. He barely pushes them near his ass, pulling back to push down his pants and delicately freeing his cock. )

No, you’re right. We should hire men to do the work for us. I have plenty of connections.

( He grips his thickness tight on his hand, stroking him painfully slow until Kaveh is at his ear. The pure promise of his mouth on him is enough to send a rush down his cock, pooling blood everywhere that matters so now his pants are tight. He can only let out a silly laugh at it— Kaveh’s too powerful. )

What’s stopping you?

[ What's stopping him? A lot of things, if he's honest. There are fingers pressing along his taint in a way that makes him writhe and whimper; there are hands on him, freeing his cock from his pants and making him hiss as the cool morning air kisses the tip; then there's the slow, painfully slow stroking of his length even as his head cants back into the wall—

Mm, but the main problem is... ]

You are.

[ His eyes flick upward to where the other's fingers are curled around his wrist, still pinning him to the wall. ]

Blaming me? That's unfair.

( Utterly so, but of course he's just teasing him. Kaveh thought he would have him under his control by whispering in his ear, didn't he? He was wrong. Wriothesley shows this by taking another full of bite on his neck, sucking and kissing it while Kaveh writhes. Then his other hand slides down, as if to contradict Kaveh's observations, leading it down to his cock. It's up to Kaveh now, whether he continues or stops stroking him in rapid succession while devouring his neck. )

Maybe it's unfair, but it's the truth—

[ He hisses out in pleased shock when Wriothesley's mouth assaults his neck just before the hand pinning his wrist relents and slides down over his body to join the other at his cock, and this time the noise the blonde makes is louder, hips arching up hard into the elder's touch.

His hands flail, as if to find the other's chest and push, to put distance between them, but instead Kaveh just whines again, almost legless in the way he sinks back into the wall. ]

Fuck—

( He's like butter against the wall, having no choice but to allow Wriothesley to do as he pleases with his dick. He lets out a soft laugh against his neck, kissing up to his ear as his hand keeps pumping his cock rapidly. The other feels for his balls, palming the soft weight of them and memorizing everything tactile about them. )

Do you have the right to complain when I'm making you feel this good?

[ Even with two hands working over his dick in some way shape or form, it's that soft, wicked laugh that almost undoes him, and Kaveh lets out another whine as he writhes under the touches, both overwhelmed and wanting more all at the same time.

To Wriothesley's words, he can only shake his head, but instead of responding to them verbally, he finds himself lowering the cant of his head, crimson eyes seeking out the other's with an expression broken and desperate as he reaches with both hands, tries to take a hold of the other by his biceps. ]

Stop, oh— please stop, if you keep going I'll—

[ He cuts himself off with a moan, dropping his face onto Wriothesley's shoulder. ]

Mn.. don't wanna be done so soon—

( Hold on tight, Kaveh. Wriothesley didn't originally plan for this but how can resist the velvety sweetness of Kaveh's pitiful moans and sounds. His cock starts squelching as he strokes him tighter, gliding so easily with the sleek of his precum. He tilts his head so he's kissing the side of his neck, letting Kaveh use his shoulder to support his own. )

We have a lot of work to do. Besides, the sooner you finish your project here, the sooner you can start building our house.

( He pulls back to look at him, pausing everything he's doing just to admire his horny struggle. )

Don't you think?

[ And of course Wriothesley's response is to redouble his efforts. The groan Kaveh lets out is helpless, almost pathetic, and even as he leans into the other man he finds himself trying to pull back, as if somehow he can temper himself by doing so when he's already this far gone.

And then the other man says "our house" and the blonde whites out.

He cries out, too loud by half, almost a sob into Wriothesley's shoulder, a bite into the skin he doesn't mean to leave, but that will certainly sting later, fingers scrabbling as his body tenses up in the other's hold, cum pulsing over his hand in the next moment right before the blonde goes all but limp, panting against the other's shoulder. ]

A-ah, fuck. Wriothesley—

( If words alone can push him over the edge, then Kaveh was already as good as gone. Though he keeps a tight grip on the thickness of his cock, feeling each individual pulse against his palm while he's trembling and making such a mess it makes Wriothesley smile. Even the pressure on his shoulder from Kaveh biting is worth taking if it means holding onto him when he's turning himself to his pleasure. He kisses his jaw, smearing cum down his softening cock, feeling every lasting twitch until he's all but dry. A flurry of kisses trail from one side of his jaw to another, using the pants Kaveh wore to bed to wipe himself and Kaveh off before tucking him back. )

Take your time.

( Kaveh probably won't catch it, but it's a joke. )

[ He absolutely doesn't catch it; his brain is too far gone for any humor right now, swimming in pleasure as heavy as some kind of sugar-thick syrup as he breathes through it, slowly coming back to Teyvat with each slow and steady inhale. Eventually he pulls back enough to peer up at him, blinking— slow, so slow, even that feels like he's working against the pressure of the tides— and a smile forms on his lips—

one far more wicked than he has the right to be feeling when he's still in the syrupy haze of his afterglow. ]

Mmn... I should get back to work now, right? You said so yourself— the sooner I finish the work on the fortress, the sooner I can get to building, so...

[ Nevermind that he can feel the strain of Wriothesley's own erection between them. ]

( He didn't think so, but it's alright. He'll just have a quiet silent laugh all by himself once he's alone. Just like the one that airs through his nostrils whenever Kaveh threatens him. The heat between them is a bliss against him, it pumps every vessel in his cock to its fullest but if Kaveh wants to play dirty, so can he.

With Kaveh looking so dazed and beautiful, Wriothesley doubts he will have much control whenever he decides to unzip and lower his pants enough to free himself. He pushes his cockhead against his abdomen, eye to eye and shamelessly pushing it down to greet Kaveh's. )

Then you won't mind if I jack off here and now, would you?

[ Oh, he knows Wriothesley is playing dirty. And the truth is that every time it comes to this between them, Kaveh loses, which is why he's so determined to win now. His eyes drop between them, and he swallows roughly in response to the sight of the elder's cock, hard and swollen and practically pulsing with his need—

but he looks back up, and nods, even as his stomach flips over with latent arousal. ]

I don't mind at all. Go ahead.

[ And despite himself, his eyes shift back down, a distant hunger forming behind the haze of crimson red, his tongue flickering out over his lower lip. ]

( Kaveh's clothes might as well serve as cumrags at this point. Wriothesley strokes himself slow for him so he can truly take in the sight of his flesh and size, and every intricate vein underneath soft skin. It's a good thing Kaveh can be such an open book - practically showing all emotions on the tip of his tongue, tracing his lip in yearning.

He moves his hand faster, focusing at the head and squeezing his foreskin around the tip. Precum sleeks out over his fist and head, and it's quick whenever he does it. He's done this so many times before thinking of him, so to have him in person in front of him wont take him too long. He blocks the view by leaning in to his neck, licking his lobe as his fist still pumps quickly to the point his forearm burns. Every breath is hot, and perhaps just as needy as Kaveh. )

Fuck

[ Fuck, indeed. Having Wriothesley essentially performing for him, even as he moves so that the view of him is blocked, has Kaveh squirming all over again, desperately wanting to take the other man into his mouth despite his comment just moments before that they have so much to do. He swallows hard against the want, closing his eyes even as the older man breathes heavily into his neck, as his own breath comes short and sharp as if somehow he were still on the brink even though he's decidedly not— ]

Wait—

[ In the end, it's not even a decision. Kaveh's hand shoots out, gripping Wriothesley's wrist in an attempt to stop him, the blonde peppering kisses through the elder's hair, wherever he can reach. ]

I was just kidding. Let me, please.

[ And just like that, he loses again— although is it really losing when they're both about to feel good from this? ]

( Every thought is puffed like cotton as he continues beating down on his cock, gasping and savoring Kaveh's scent right off of his neck. Kaveh might have picked a battle but Wriothesley is giving him war, and he doesn't mind this in the slightest. At the end of the day, they both get to cum. )

Hm?

( His hand steadies thanks to Kaveh's sudden grip, and he leans back to greet him with a sly smile. Sure, they both get to win, but it's always amusing seeing Kaveh backtrack his words when he knows what he'll be missing out on. )

I'm really close, so you'd better get to work fast.

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