[Were Elidibus to know how Lahabrea had been lacking in such experiences, such lovemaking, he would consider it to be anathema in the extreme. But touched, to be the first to show him such affections. To give him such sweet pleasure so thoroughly. The further spreading of his lover's legs gives his hand and wrist easier access, and so he delves deeper, stretching him further. He would not allow this to be negative in any way for the other man, he refuses it to be, least of all from lack of preparation.
He smiles, azure meeting carmine, as he senses that shift within Lahabrea. That deep breath so, so telling, and he gives that hand a reassuring squeeze. It is a romantic gesture, a loving one, and the smile that breaks over his face is beautiful as the dawning sun when he speaks.]
None shall witness but me, and I shall never reveal it to anyone. Nor do I desire to, this sight is for me and me alone, in this moment.
[That glorious body arches into his touch and Themis slips a third finger into Lahabrea to continue his preparing. He opens his mouth as if to compliment the man once more, before Hephaistos sinks his teeth into the flesh of his shoulder and whatever words would have been said are instantly forgotten. His surprised sound at the motion turns into a loud, drawn-out moan at the feeling, the slice of pain buried by the pleasure of such a thing. Of being claimed, of being wanted, of knowing Lahabrea desires this so much causes his voice to turn ragged, especially as he feels himself be bitten a second time. There is blood, but it is a scant amount, and Elidibus grips that hand so, so tightly.
The command makes his cock twitch, drawing yet another roughened sound from his lips unbidden, and he pulls back to look down at Lahabrea. They are both a mess, so far from the put-together looks they sport. They, Elidibus and Lahabrea of the Convocation - yet now they are but Hephaistos and Themis.]
I will fuck you so thoroughly it will be all you desire.
[His voice is low, and he grabs that bottle of oil and uses it to slick his erection fully. He does not break eye contact with Lahabrea, nor does he release their entwined fingers. That grip remains, and he squeezes again, once, before tossing the bottle aside and guiding himself to Lahabrea's entrance with that free hand. Burning eyes hold, of two colors, and he presses himself inside. Slowly, to allow Lahabrea to relax, to give him time to grow used to him.
Before long, he is fully within, hips pressed flush to Lahabrea's backside with a hitching moan, and he leans down to kiss the older man. It is sweet, but hungry, still holding his hand.
That free hand finds Hephaistos's hair once more, brushing it from his face before burying into the strands, pulling gently.]
At last, you are mine.
[He kisses him once more, incredibly chaste and sweet, before doing two things at once. First, he pulls Lahabrea's head to the side and sinks his teeth into his neck deeply, breaking skin, while pulling out almost entirely and thrusting fully within in one smooth, powerful stroke.]
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He smiles, azure meeting carmine, as he senses that shift within Lahabrea. That deep breath so, so telling, and he gives that hand a reassuring squeeze. It is a romantic gesture, a loving one, and the smile that breaks over his face is beautiful as the dawning sun when he speaks.]
None shall witness but me, and I shall never reveal it to anyone. Nor do I desire to, this sight is for me and me alone, in this moment.
[That glorious body arches into his touch and Themis slips a third finger into Lahabrea to continue his preparing. He opens his mouth as if to compliment the man once more, before Hephaistos sinks his teeth into the flesh of his shoulder and whatever words would have been said are instantly forgotten. His surprised sound at the motion turns into a loud, drawn-out moan at the feeling, the slice of pain buried by the pleasure of such a thing. Of being claimed, of being wanted, of knowing Lahabrea desires this so much causes his voice to turn ragged, especially as he feels himself be bitten a second time. There is blood, but it is a scant amount, and Elidibus grips that hand so, so tightly.
The command makes his cock twitch, drawing yet another roughened sound from his lips unbidden, and he pulls back to look down at Lahabrea. They are both a mess, so far from the put-together looks they sport. They, Elidibus and Lahabrea of the Convocation - yet now they are but Hephaistos and Themis.]
I will fuck you so thoroughly it will be all you desire.
[His voice is low, and he grabs that bottle of oil and uses it to slick his erection fully. He does not break eye contact with Lahabrea, nor does he release their entwined fingers. That grip remains, and he squeezes again, once, before tossing the bottle aside and guiding himself to Lahabrea's entrance with that free hand. Burning eyes hold, of two colors, and he presses himself inside. Slowly, to allow Lahabrea to relax, to give him time to grow used to him.
Before long, he is fully within, hips pressed flush to Lahabrea's backside with a hitching moan, and he leans down to kiss the older man. It is sweet, but hungry, still holding his hand.
That free hand finds Hephaistos's hair once more, brushing it from his face before burying into the strands, pulling gently.]
At last, you are mine.
[He kisses him once more, incredibly chaste and sweet, before doing two things at once. First, he pulls Lahabrea's head to the side and sinks his teeth into his neck deeply, breaking skin, while pulling out almost entirely and thrusting fully within in one smooth, powerful stroke.]