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

( 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.

[ "I'm really close," is the warning he gets, and so Kaveh drops unceremoniously to his knees, the sensation of cool metal almost painful against his shins for a moment, but ignored in favor of dipping closer, mouth breathing hot over the older man's arousal for the barest of moments before he takes him in.

Reluctant though he is to turn himself into a one-trick pony, Wriothesley's warning that he's close means that Kaveh doesn't want to waste time taking him in slowly, and so he lowers himself as deep as he can get on that first go; his mouth and throat make noisy sounds around him, protesting an effort like this so early in the morning.

When he pulls off for air, it's with a soft gasp, and then he drops his head again, lips suctioning around the other man as his hand reaches between them to roll over his sack, caressing and weighing each ball in his hand in turn. If his mouth weren't occupied, he'd take them in, one after the other...

He groans lowly against Wriothesley's weight on his tongue, starting to move against him in earnest. ]

( Kaveh likes what he likes and Wriothesley will never tire of his hot mouth full of his cock. It twitches as soon as he’s met with his tongue, swallowed in a single motion like his throat is designed for cocksucking. He leaves his hand gently over his crown, guiding his head into a bob but without any force.

He watches him suck, feeling needles of pleasure surge into his gut as soon as he takes to caressing each of his balls. His legs spread slightly for him and his hips buck slow. )

You look good like this.

[ Like this, he can't talk; his eyes have to communicate for him, and right now they're wide and watching, an almost pleading look to them as he breathes around him, following the rhythm Wriothesley's hand suggests for him. A shudder passes through him in response to the other's words as he continues to move, one hand bracing himself against the other's thigh as the other continues to touch and caress along his balls.

He hums his answer to the other's comment. If he looks good like this, imagine how good he'll look with his face covered in the warden's spend— ]

( His legs are tensed at either side, breathing in harder than usual as the intensity of pleasure bubbles into his abdomen and shoots through his spine. Kaveh's mouth is hot as ever, and the added administration on his sack lifts him to another level. His cock twitches against his tongue, sleeking precum towards the back of it as he tries to keep his hips still from bucking. Face fucking him now would rob Kaveh of his chance to perform, and he likes watching him with his face full like this. )

Faster.

[ He can feel from how tense Wriothesley's thighs are that the warden is trying incredibly hard to not just give in and fuck his face until he can't breathe— and he appreciates it, rewarding him by obeying the demand he makes; his fingers grip harder in order to keep himself steady, both hands now, his head bobbing as fast as he can possibly manage while still taking the other in deep with each movement.

Despite himself, his eyes close, another low hum on his mouth as he continues to move, wanting to bring the other to his end. ]

( Each increment of tightness Kaveh’s hands supply him with barely send off his nerves over the edge, swelling his cock in his mouth as he bobs on him like a hungry slut. His breath hitches and his fists curl hard into his mane, stiffening every muscle until a rush of heated bliss swarms him. It takes everything to let Kaveh’s tongue and throat work the orgasm out of him instead of fucking his face into the wall— but he’s here, in cloud nine and thoughtless, twitching away breathlessly. The skill of his hand alone would have been enough to send him off, but there’s nothing like the hotness of his mouth ready to take everything. He bucks his hips slightly, glancing down as he brushes back his hair with both hands, letting him do as he wants with the loads spurting out any given interval. No warning? No warning. )

[ The first spurt, sudden and without warning as it is, fills Kaveh's mouth like a blast, the blonde making a muffled sound under it as wide red eyes peer up at Wriothesley, admiring in immense pleasure the look on his face as he tips over the precipice into bliss.

It's memory and desire both that have Kaveh drawing back after the first load instead of cleaning the warden up, letting the next pulse hit him right in the face, mouth open to catch more of it on his tongue. He stays like that until Wriothesley is completely finished, and only then allows himself the luxury of swallowing, of licking his lips as he sighs his content up at the other man. ]

Good?

[ Quite possibly a question that doesn't need to be asked, let alone answered. But he asks it anyway. ]

( It's a well-balanced breakfast that's full of protein for Kaveh. His sounds as cum is swallowed into his throat are truly one of a kind, matching in beauty to him. More so as he leans away to readily catch and savor a second and third load. Some make it in his mouth, but Wriothesley isn't particular about aiming. He likes that it lands on his hair and face, too, it's very decorative.

More than anything, it feels good that he belongs to him. )

Uh-huh.

( Absentminded, he merely allows himself to soften while he's glancing down at him, brushing away the dry tresses of hair and admiring the work of art he has become. He honestly forgets what they were talking about before. Something about their house? )

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