[A groan escapes Hephaistos as he slowly stirs to awake. He’s disoriented and tired, very unlike his usual stoic self. He lays there for a while in a quasi-sleep, his red eyes peeking out from underneath his dark lashes. His eyes feel heavy, and his body stiff as he slowly stretches his arms above his head. Once done, he lays there on the pillows, almost tempted to fall back to sleep after such exertion. While he feels well-rested now, unlike before, he’s still drunk with sleep.
Hephaistos takes a moment to rub his eyes in a vain attempt to orient himself again. That is when the dulcet tone of crashing waves catches his attention. He sits up halfway from the pillows, his gaze sweeping across the great blue sea spread out before him like a painting. He stares at the distant horizon for a long while, his red gaze focusing on the tranquil blue waves. A confused hum escapes him as he glances around awkwardly in a fit of panic.
This isn’t the place Elidibus took him! Where is he? What in the world is happening—]
[Lahabrea stirs, and Elidibus enjoys the slow rise to sleep by the other man. He had clearly needed the rest, but for him to become as comfortable as he had touches Elidibus’s heart. Arms firming in their hold around his fellow Ancient, Elidibus makes a calming noise.]
Be still, dearest Lahabrea, all is well.
[His voice is hushed, soothing, the smallest of smiles coloring his expression. His eyes especially, lids heavy with relaxation.]
I have but brought us near my abode, thinking you might enjoy the ocean surf. A bit of home to wake upon.
[Then those eyes, already luminous, begin to glitter with mirth, with glee. A teasing edge practically drips from every word, now.]
To think how unawares the great Lahabrea has become, laid low in my embrace - enough to forget my entire presence! Truly shocked and hurt has this made me, how shall I ever recover from such a thing?
[He winks, once, exaggerated. In truth he is not insulted at all, the teasing mock outrage though is needed - so rare was this occasion.]
I am forced to commit the sight to memory, you have left me no choice.
[Lahabrea nearly jumped the second he notices those brilliant cerulean eyes. He stares back at Elidibus in shock, his red eyes wide with alarm. For a second, he completely forgot where this was and who he was with. He was so tired that he did not notice the strong arms wrapped around him. Poor Lahabrea. It’s not like him to be caught unaware like this, and it shows. The tips of his ears darken with shame, almost as if they were dipped in scarlet. While blush doesn't reach his cheeks, a slight hint of panic crosses his features.]
Wait, when did we—[He trails off with a huff at that little quip, shifting slightly while still comfortable within Elidibus’ languid embrace.]
Tis the price you pay for lulling me to sleep with such a coyish guise. However, I was not unaware of your presence. I was merely surprised by the change of scenery, nothing more.
[He lies in an attempt to save face. The tips of his ears burn even hotter now, the redness definitely noticeable as he protests in this vulnerable state. However, soon his eyes narrow, and his jaw squares as he glares at Elidibus.]
What do you seek from me? Is this an elaborate ruse to win my favor?
[Lahabrea questions hotly with a hint of timbre in his voice despite having yet to peel Elidibus from him. He’s comfortable, far too comfortable for words to express. The man lays there staring into the Emissary’s gaze with so much fire and spice, and yet, he is sweetly pressed against him like some lovesick beau. It is mildly hilarious, especially since Lahabrea is known for his withering glares. However, his glare has little effect when he’s content to be held like this. So no matter how much those lips may lie, his body is honest.]
[Facial expressions, words and tone, all of this Elidibus commits to memory. So rare was the occasion. But it is not born of malice, no. Merely a desire to treasure these moments. The lie is answered with a knowing smile, it does not fool him in the slightest, not when Lahabrea makes no motions, apparently content enough to remain where he is. He cannot help but chuckle at the excuse, the fluster.
That accusation, however, faint though it is...]
It is my understanding, dearest Speaker, that I have already obtained your favor. Upon my election to my position, in fact, when I earned your respect for the first time - and then kept it for many, many years. I can hardly win that which I already possess.
[But he understands Lahabrea's history. Understands why he would accuse in such a manner, even if this particular instance was brought upon not by true suspicion, but by fluster and embarrassment. To that end, Elidibus would answer true. The humor drops from his face, leaving only bald sincerity.]
What answers I may give full well may fall under suspicion, but know I do not speak false when I tell you - I seek nothing from you, Lahabrea. I wish to do what I am able to ensure that happiness follows you, that you remain comfortable here. It is not transactional in nature. Merely a wish that one I love is well, is cared for, and to be allowed to show my affections freely.
[If Lahabrea wasn’t already thoroughly flustered before, he is most certainly flustered now. He gives the younger man a knowing look, his gaze quite sincere and honest as the lie upon his lips wants to state otherwise. He stares at Elidibus for a long while before glancing toward the sea again. A gentle sigh escapes him as the tips of his ears burn hotter. He is having a time comprehending Elidibus’ affections towards him, especially after spending so many decades alone after Athena’s horrible betrayal. While a part of him yearns for this level of intimacy, another part of him is scared to trust.]
Wishing to shower me with affection, are you? [He mumbles before gazing into those brilliant blue eyes.] I have nothing to offer you other than my compliance, especially since my rank and title mean very little anymore. The riches I’ve gained from my prestige are long gone with everything I held dear…except for one.
[A sigh escapes the man as he suddenly wraps his arms around Elidibus. This is a mock surrender to the emotions this foul bastard has stirred within him. He’s scared, so very scared, to trust again. Yet despite it all, he desperately wants to believe in every word Elidibus says. He’s truly pathetic, isn’t he? A wounded man with centuries worth of baggage. Lahabrea never hated himself as he does now for being so weak.]
[Elidibus merely holds Lahabrea, firmly but gently. It is an understandable reaction, the one he sees wash over Lahabrea. Confusion, at the hand being offered, the question of why such a thing may be so - and given so freely, at that. Other situations had shown Elidibus thusly that perhaps he was an outlier, a strange man for giving of himself so readily, holding true throughout his lifetime and still here in this strange place.
He listens, ever patient. Ever would he be patent.
There are some things which came innate to him, more still which he had refined the art of throughout time. The picking up of body language, of physical and verbal tells - all that one may not communicate but let slip regardless. He had known Lahabrea for so many years, had been through so much with the Speaker, had seen the worst skeletons that he'd locked away. So when Lahabrea shows those signs, of fear, of trepidation, Elidibus is ready.]
I ask nothing of you. Truly. What wants I may have are easily gained by my own hands alone, and it was never your rank nor your title which interested me.
[But mere words are not enough. Cannot be.]
Should there be ought that you need for me to prove my intentions, please, ask it of me. Unless you merely remain out of obligation.
[The thought had occurred to him. That perhaps Lahabrea did not truly want to be here, to be held by him. That perhaps he was doing so to prevent Elidibus's feelings from coming to harm.]
If that is the case, if you desire me to leave, ask, and I will not trouble you. What I desire has been stated - your happiness, nothing more, for it is you, the man, who I care for.
[A look of alarm settles upon his face when Elidibus mutters that last bit. He quickly latches onto him, wrapping his arms tighter around the youth to prevent him from leaving. His reaction was so fast that he didn’t have time to think. Just the thought of Themis leaving saddened him to his core. Hephaistos doesn’t want him to leave. That is the last thing he wants, but the fear and trepidation that took hold of him is still there.
However, a hint of hope remains within him that dares him to dream. If Elidibus is telling the truth, then he would be a fool to spurn his affections. This is why he clings to him now with such tenderness hidden within his gaze.]
My happiness…[He trails off briefly before beginning anew.] My happiness lies with you, with…whatever this is.
It’s not my intention to turn you away, nor shall I. Now that I know the sincerity behind your words, I find myself unable to let go. What I’ve always yearned for sits right before me, and I find myself shuddering at the thought of being made so vulnerable. However, I’m no coward. I freely accept all you have to offer with no fear. That is—as long as I may reciprocate.
[His grip on Elidibus loosens a bit. He seems to be at ease now. That is a good thing, isn’t it? The doubt that cleared his mind was dispelled at last. He lays there comfortably within Elidibus’ arms, hopeful that the others understand him.]
[The surge and sudden clinging is surprising, Elidibus taken aback slightly by the intensity of Lahabrea's reaction. Whatever doubts of his welcome though are instantly dispelled. This thing between them is still so new, but he feels the unfurling of something in his chest, the budding start of something beautiful. Needing only nurturing, a task Themis finds himself only too eager to do. Watering with love.]
Know that you are not alone in your vulnerability, for I lay myself bare before you. Should you desire to know me, you have but to ask, you have but to touch. To take all you are able.
[Though the nature of Amani is a sexual one, it is clear that Elidibus does not mean only that. To know one another down to the soul, that is what he offers, in soft words with a softer expression. The sounds of the sea, the soft breeze, the gentle blue sky above heightens the moment - almost as if they were home once more, in those halcyon days of paradise.
Themis is achingly beautiful amidst the scenery.]
What you give, I shall accept with open arms. Do not feel as if you must reciprocate, but should you, I will treasure every moment.
[He sees you, Lahabrea. He understands.]
In that end, would you allow me to help you build a home? We spoke of it before, but I would ensure the acceptance was sure.
[Even though he’s rather embarrassed by his actions, Hephaistos can’t help but sigh in relief once he realizes Themis isn’t going anywhere. He stares curiously at him, his eyes widening in awe as he drinks in the sight of him. Elidibus was always admired and beloved by all, even among others outside of the Convocation. He was their Emissary, the one who would never die and carry on their legacy long after death. It’s enough to make Lahabrea speechless as he gazes at Elidibus with a newfound appreciation. While he doesn’t quite understand why Themis is so willing to share his love with him, Lahabrea doesn’t want to waste it.]
Of course, you have my blessing. I certainly would not mind the company as we build this home together. Besides, I fear my talent for creation magick doesn't hold much weight here.
[His tone is gentle, like a whisper. Gentle and sweet. It seems Lahabrea has decided to fully accept Themis and his offer. However, there is still something else that plagues his mind. This 'something' regarding the nature of this fickle realm.]
However, if you mean to present all of yourself to me, then…I certainly shall do the same.
[Wordlessly, Lahabrea suddenly slips out of Elidibus’ grasp with only a little push. A smile toys at the corners of his lips as he inches out of arm’s reach, putting some distance between them as he stands. While all of the Ancients were quite tall, Lahabrea was always notably taller than the rest, even if sometimes he felt so small. He gazes down at Elidibus in silence, his expression utterly unreadable, until he does the unthinkable and begins to disrobe. His black ceremonial robes cascade around him like ink, revealing what lies beneath.
While many others often wore their robes without a shirt, Lahabrea always felt the need to be covered. The high collar of his sleeveless shirt exposes his muscular shoulders and strong arms, but the leggings he wears leave very little to the imagination. He has a striking figure for a man his age, quite athletic and strong as expected of a paragon like him. However, no one would have expected this elderly fellow to be so...attractive.
While many have wondered what lies beneath the robes, Elidibus will be among the first to know outside his former wife. Between the sleeveless shirt, the sinful black leggings, and the matching tall sandal-like boots, Lahabrea really does make a striking figure. He is so fit and trim. While his arms aren't massive, they certainly seem quite well-defined. He's a handsome man, there's no other way to describe him. Even though he has a head full of silver and a beard to match, he's still quite handsome.]
As I stated before, I mean to offer you something for all your troubles even if the "gift" I bring is somewhat lackluster.
[Blue eyes look up, up as Lahabrea stands. As he disrobes. Many had wondered at Lahabrea's physique, that is true, and Elidibus was no exception. Idle wondering of fantasies he had long considered out of his grasp. Not so far, it seems. That tall, fit form was extremely pleasing to the eye, and Elidibus takes in the elder man from head to toe.
Standing himself, it is the work of moments to shuck his own robe, the white fabric falling free and revealing his own form, mask falling aside with it. Today Themis had forgone a shirt, clad now only in his white podea and brown shoes, completely bare from the waist up. His skin is quite fair, pale to an almost ethereal degree, and unmarred by all. No blemish, no scars marked him, wiped clean by the aetherial sea and leaving soft, smooth skin in its wake. He is very slender as well, lean, but with muscle definition that while small, hinted at the exceptional strength he possessed.
Swiftly stepping towards the taller man, Elidibus reaches upwards and grasps Lahabrea by the back of his head, gripping his hair and pulling him down to soundly press their lips together. He kisses thoroughly, conveying high emotion and desire, licking into Lahabrea's mouth to explore with both lips and tongue.
He pulls back, breath hot, to whisper fiercely.]
Never say that what you bring is lackluster, I will not stand to hear such blaspheme from lips as fine as yours. Nor will I allow such blatant lies about one as exquisite as yourself.
[His grip slackens, given them slightly more space, his voice increasing in volume but gentling all the same.]
Do not offer this from obligation of where we are. I would have you freely, of your own choice, or not at all - you deserve far more than coercion by the nature of this place.
[While all of Eldibus’ sins been purged by the aetherial sea, Lahabrea stands before him with every scar he gained. The little faded scars along the biceps tell a story, just like ones on his forearms that are barely noticeable. Hephiastos has lived a long life, much of which was encased within a prison away from the other half of his soul. Even though a piece of him will always love Athena no matter what, he’s aware of the damage she wrought onto him, and he will not forgive it. This moment he shares with Themis is an outright rebellion against her. After suffering so many sleepless lonely nights, he’s finally ready to move on. Both Lahabrea and he are ready to move on past Athena. He wants her very name to be forgotten from his flesh and replaced with someone worthy. The only wish he truly has other than being an attentive father.
When Elidibus steps forward, he doesn’t step away. He stands his ground and gazes at the young man without fear. While trepidation still clings to his soul, Lahabrea is without fear. He allows those nimble fingers to curl into his hair, allowing the younger man to yank him down. The movement is smooth and calculated, much like everything else Elidibus does. Lahabrea finds himself forced to bend to Elidibus’ height as the other plunders his lips with abandon. The kiss is hot and passionate, a clear indicator of how much this silver-tongued youth truly wants him. As Themis’ tongue glides over his, any doubts he had about Elidibus are cast aside in favor of enjoying his taste. He chases after the taste with a delighted hum, clearly enjoying the sensation with no shame.
It isn’t until they part, that Lahabrea finds himself flustered yet again. He peeks back at Themis, his carmine gaze sparkling likes rubies with new appreciation. There’s a hint of playfulness in his demeanor now that Elidibus has loosened his grip on him. As much as he is discovering about himself, Lahabrea cannot help but be fascinated by what he discovered about Themis. The young man likes be in control, doesn’t he? This tickles him.]
I do not offer this with any semblance of duty but rather because of my own need. For too long I’ve placed the needs of others above myself, and I paid a hefty toll for it.
[He suddenly sinks to his knees in one fluid motion, never once tearing his gaze from those brilliant blue eyes.]
I offer this because I can. I offer this because it’s my right alone. I don’t care what this world says otherwise because I’m free from its judgment.
[Crystalline eyes burn as Lahabrea sinks to his knees before him. It is a supplication, submissive and defiant both, and to have such an imposing man as Lahabrea willingly do such a thing... Elidibus's pupils dilate at the sight. Once, he had been the Heart of their God, their savior born from him of Lahabrea's own design. While no longer, the events had indeed left their mark upon Elidibus.
So to have Lahabrea this way sparks heat deep within his belly.
Delicate fingers work their way through those silvery strands, combing through each and every plane, brushing all of it back from that seasoned face. Elidibus says nothing, merely taking his time, until at last his explorations move to the other man's face. Long, sweeping strokes over his cheeks, following his facial hair, touching even on his ears. Thumbs move gently over his eyes, brushing against brows and lashes, smoothing outwards. He leaves no skin untouched, unblessed. Methodically the movements are, Elidibus at last touching first Lahabrea's lips with the pad of one thumb, and his forehead with his other palm.
An anointing, almost. Those plush lips parted, heavy lids made heavier as they look upon the one who kneels before him. Who offers himself up so readily.]
I shall explore every inch of you, so thoroughly so that from this day forward every part of you will remember me. I shall paint myself upon your very soul, my name and being etched as lover and sentinel both.
[He knows about Athena. If Lahabrea has chosen him to help in cleansing him of her, he was more than willing to oblige. It is as he said, he will stand sentinel to the memory of her, in both fervent defense and loving offense. Oath made, Elidibus cups both of Lahabrea's cheeks and leaves a long, lingering kiss on his forehead. Next are the lids of his eyes, then at last his lips. Before had been flaring heat, now it has turned to a low, sultry burn. There is no rush, in this, nor should there be. His tongue slips inside Lahabrea's mouth once more, kissing until a low noise of pleasure sounds from the shorter man.
By now the flush upon Themis's cheeks has clearly spread across his chest, his eyes full of naked want for Lahabrea.]
I would see all of you, Hephaistos. Lahabrea. I would have all of you. To that end-
[A firm grasp upon that chin, sapphires burning into rubies.]
[While Lahabrea was the architect behind their new deity, it was Elidibus who became their savior. There aren’t enough words in the world for Lahabrea to express his gratitude, so instead of trying, he offers himself in sweet supplication. However, his offering should not be confused with sacrifice. No, he wants this as badly as Themis does. He wants all mentions of Athena purged from his very soul by Elidibus’ hands alone. This is his choice, his rebellion against the wicked woman who used him for everything he had. While she aspired to become a god, he managed to create one with his own two hands. Zodiark was nothing short of perfection, but what made him perfect was the gentle soul that made his throne within its heart.
Lahabrea shudders as Elidibus combs back his hair. He could feel how those slim fingers raked through each strand with reverent grace. It is enough to make him tremble with anticipation. When he was getting used to the sensations, those delicate fingers traveled down to his face, anointing his flesh with their love. As Elidibus caresses his ears, he surrenders to their ticklish touch without so much as a flinch. Hephaistos wills himself not to back down from this anointment as Elidibus studies the last bit of him with such devotion. Every touch he comments to memory, his body yearns for more of the deliverance that Elidibus offers.
A quiet gasp escaped him the moment Elidibus’ fingers reached his lips. The sensation of his thumb caressing his bottom lip made him blush in a new way. Yes, his ears always tend to bear the brunt of that red hue, but so do his cheeks.]
Paint me as you will, Emissary. Spare no crevice untouched and explore the very depths of body and soul. I bear myself before you, not as my title but as the man behind the mask. I am Hephaistos, and I desire all you will give me and more. This is my decision and my choice.
[He reaches up towards the collar of his shirt to unhook the fasteners that keep it closed. Little by little, his dark flesh is revealed. The faded scars that pepper his arms lightly crisscross across his chest and down towards his toned abdomen. He looks strong—mighty, even. Not only is he a man of science and wonders, but he is also a warrior. Valleys of tight muscle await Elidibus’ scrutiny once Hephaistos shrugs off his shirt. Not even the scars on his chest could dampen the beauty of the exotic flesh.
Hephaistos is a rarity among their kind. A rare stone chiseled to perfection but abused by unworthy hands. He looks like a work of art carved out of clay. While he cannot see his worth, Elidibus certainly can with that wonderful view. There's no shame in his eyes, not even as he bares himself to Elidibus. His fingers drifted to the waist of his leggings, pausing momentarily before slowly lowering them past his thighs. He cannot get them down further without standing, but Elidibus is rewarded with a pleasant view of his semi-erect cock.]
[The word comes unbidden, almost as if Themis had not intended to speak it aloud. What he does intend to do, is not stand there clothed while demanding the other shed hiw own garments. It is quick work to unfasten the podea and slip it down, shedding his sandals as well. Themis's lower half is just as the rest of him, lean, slender, and pale. His own cock is fully erect, from his prior actions and the thoughts of what is to come.
A single step takes him into Lahabrea's space, and then Themis's hands are upon him once more. They continue their earlier ministrations, starting at the vulnerable skin of his neck, sweeping over his shoulders, before traveling downwards. Every curve, every edge of muscle, every scar is lovingly traced, finishing just below Hephaistos's hipbones. Then Elidibus begins with his arms, first one, then the other, before stepping around to continue along Lahabrea's back, including the expanse of his ass and dipping down to the cleft of his buttocks.
He was quite serious when he meant to leave no skin untouched. And he takes his time, touch aiming to draw sounds from the older man, finishing while he still stands behind. He leans in, and kisses hotly at Lahabrea's neck, directly under his ear.]
Rise, Hephaistos, allow me to finish with your purification. Allow Themis to see that it is done.
[The sudden praise caused his cock to twitch in appreciation. Lahabrea stares up at Elidibus, his eyes glittering with excitement to be deemed so magnificent before the eyes of the Emissary. It sparks a joy in him that he hasn’t felt since his youth. It almost makes him shed a tear. He cannot help but watch in fascination as Themis undresses, eager to see the pristine flesh that lurks underneath. The moment Themis shed his podea, he couldn’t help but gasp once he saw his erection on full display. That scarlet blush comes back with revenge over his ears and cheeks once he realizes that Elidibus has been hard the entire time. If he had any doubts that the younger man wanted him, they were quickly dispelled. He sits there in wide-eyed amusement, a little smirk curling onto his lips. His throat feels dry all of a sudden. He simply can’t keep his eyes on Themis’ cock, his gaze studying every inch of it with curious eyes. While he has no idea how this encounter will go, he certainly hopes to get a taste of his cock sooner rather than later.
Lahabrea was ruminating over that thought when Themis suddenly stepped forward and started caressing his neck. He flinches at the touch, his body suddenly burning hot with embarrassment and yearning. His neck is his weak spot. Themis could probably feel his pulse thumping as he caressed his neck in a slow march. He lets out a curious hum as the younger man’s hands travel down his shoulders and down his chest in such a ritualistic manner. Hephaistos couldn’t help but moan as those slim fingers tickled past his pert nipples as they traveled down his chest. He’s horny, unbelievably horny. The longer this ritual continues, the more he squirms under those gentle little touches.
A wanton moan escapes him as those devious fingers are suddenly on his back. They traveled down the gentle curve of his spine, those clever fingers sliding ever so slowly down past the small of his back. The skin across Lahabrea’s back is free from blemishes and scars, painting a wonderful sepia canvas to explore. His body is ruggedly handsome with a hint of something more as Themis studies every dip and curve. Hephaistos bites his lip to stop the groan that nearly escaped him once Elidibus’ finger traces the most intimate depths of him with such appreciation. The kiss on his ear tickles him, causing him to chuckle slightly. Themis will be quite proud to know that the seemingly stoic Lahabrea is indeed ticklish in certain areas. Information worth documenting for later, no less.
Once told to stand, Hephaistos takes a moment to gather himself before slowly rising to his feet. He has butterflies fluttering within his stomach as he exposes himself for Themis to unravel. His cock juts out before him with such hunger, now fully erect and pooling ever so slightly at the tip. He glances down at himself, wondering if he should undo the laces of his boots. However, he stops himself from doing just that once he sees the hunger in Themis’ crystalline gaze. An audible chuckle escapes him as he allows the youth to do as he will with him. He won’t interfere. After all, this is Themis’ ritual, and this younger is his “god” right now.]
[Every motion, every gasp and twitch and moan is catalogued and indeed filed away for future use. Hephaistos stands as he is bidden, as Themis bids him to, and that is a heady feeling. Blue eyes look up from beneath lashes and heavy lids and below them his lips are parted, a flash of pink visible as he wets them slowly.
This is his ritual, and he would finish it in kind.
Those laces Themis undoes himself, wordlessly picking up each leg in turn to slide those boots off one by one, the leggings following. There are no verbal commands, only guiding pressure as he does so. Finished divesting all remaining clothing, Elidibus is free to continue his explorations. And continue he does. Those legs now are given the same treatment, picking up where he had paused earlier - and beginning from the back. Every line of muscle, every sensitive inch of inner thigh is scorched by his touch, and he lingers on more sensitive areas. The back is finished when he picks up each foot and touches every plane, each digit and the space between.
He had been truthful when he mentioned claiming every part of Lahabrea.
Moving to the front, he does kneel to caress, but it is not in submission. He looks up through silvery-white bangs to catch those gleaming red eyes as he finished touching each and every part of Lahabrea.
Save for his cock. That had been saved for now, this final end to such a rite.
Themis takes it in hand much as he had touched the other parts of Lahabrea. Gentle, almost feather-light strokes from base to tip, his other hand working over his balls in the same fashion. Those most intimate areas are explored thoroughly, and at the very end Themis strikes - taking the head of that cock into his mouth and swirling his tongue over the tip.
But this was only a prelude, though let it not be said to be feeble. Themis bobs his head downwards, taking the entire length in his mouth, nose brushing Hephaistos's pelvic bone and the hair there. And swallows, once, before pulling back and standing in one smooth motion. Saliva shines upon his lips from that deed, face flush with naked desire, and when he speaks, it is smoke upon oiled silk.]
Taste yourself upon my tongue, Hephaistos.
[And once more he pulls down the other man with force, kissing him and sealing that ritual between them, a claim boldly made as their now naked bodies press flush together. He would take, yes, but so to would he give, and give so much.]
[Every little touch and caress intoxicates Hephaistos, as Themis continues. It’s a strange feeling, one that feels so potent and vinous, much like the taste of fine wine. It’s enough to make him feel lightheaded. The aphrodisiac effect of those ritualistic caresses combined with Themis’ obvious fondness for him is enough to make him flush. A part of him utterly loathes Elidibus for that. It’s embarrassing but feels so right at the same time. He seems content to let the younger man lead him down this dark abyss of emotions and lust as he wordlessly, without missing a beat, obeys every little instruction. Hephaistos feels secure enough to put his racing thoughts to rest for the first time in a long time. He gives the young man his wordless approval to proceed because he is confident that Elidibus will not lead him astray.
As Hephaistos stands there, bare as the day he was born before Themis, he finds himself temporarily thinking about Athena. He thinks about her not with fondness but with disgust. All of the love and devotion he thought existed between them never did, even after they became husband and wife. As he stands before Themis now, he can tell that Athena never truly loved him at all. He can see the devotion within the Emissary’s gaze, that little twinkle that lets him know that he’s well loved here. This is nothing like his time with Athena. While she would pepper him with kisses and sweet nothings, her eyes were always so soulless. Just the thought of those cerulean eyes staring back at him with nothing but malice makes him regret all the years he spent with her. After so many years of being led astray by a wolf like a lamb to slaughter, Hephaistos has finally found peace in the hands of a gentle shepherd.
As those gentle hands travel through every nook and cranny, he breathes a sigh of relief. He feels oddly calm despite being so exposed, especially once Themis joins him in this revelry. Hephaistos tries his best avert his carmine gaze but he cannot once he catches a glimpse of Elidibus in his togetherness He’s a handsome specimen, after all. Anyone with eyes could see Themis’ beauty, and those who are blind probably could feel it. The young man stands before him now like a beacon of hope in the darkness of his soul.
He trusts him. Every little caress comforts Hephaistos’ weary soul like rich silk. He feels so safe and beloved under the mercy of those warm hands. However, he wasn’t quite prepared for what came next. His eyes follow where that sinful tongue goes, widening the second he feel the wet appendage upon his cock. He stares at Themis with alarm as the heady sensation washes over him with such passion. Hephaistos finds himself almost buckling beneath the heat of Themis’ tongue, his hips thrusting forward little by little to feel more of that delicious heat. Just as quickly as this moment begins, it ends once Elidibus pulls away.
A slight whine escapes Hephaistos once the cool, salty breeze whispers over his cock. Already yearning for the warmth of Themis’s mouth, Hephaistos was nearly caught off guard when he was suddenly yanked down towards the pillows and blankets below. His tongue entwined with Elidibus as they lay there in a tangled mess. Hephaistos can taste himself on the Emissary’s lips, but he could also taste something else. Whether it is desire or passion remains unknown, but Hephaistos can taste all of it on his tongue like wine. He allows Themis to have his way with him with a faint chuckle. It is Hephaistos who opens himself to Themis like a blossom in bloom, letting the young man take whatever he wants while caressing his lithe form with calloused fingers. He runs his hands down his sides at first, reveling at the tightly compact muscles there before gently running them along Themis’ back.
A playful hum leaves his lips as he lightly pinches Elidibus for the sake of reaction alone. He gazes at him with such warmth, those red eyes studying the younger man’s every expression with such fondness. Hephaistos could barely keep his hands to himself as he explored that supple flesh with abandon. He can’t help but marvel at the soft flesh.]
Have you always been so doughy and soft like fresh bread?
[He teases once he manages to come up for air. They kissed for so long that his lungs hurt. He was just drowning into Elidibus, allowing himself to be smothered by that youthful zeal.]
[That needy whine was noted - soon, he would return there, but not yet. The moment Hephaistos lets go, truly begins to relax, Themis sees it. Feels it. Senses it in within the marrow of himself, spurring that deep ocean into movement. The clear sense of freedom, the honor of that trust from one such as Lahabrea - Elidibus cannot even begin to describe the emotion he feels. Triumph, yes, but more than that. Hephaistos blooms and he eagerly waters, feeds, nourishes.
And is rewarded in turn despite not having asked.
Fingers rougher than his own travel over his pristine skin and he practically purrs at the sensation. It feels good, to be explored, to be touched as he had done so thoroughly to the other man - he shifts with each stroke, allowing Lahabrea easier access for his own explorations. Those callouses too feel good, in their own way. The sudden pinch tickles and prompts bright laughter to bubble from Themis's lips, light and free. He calms soon as his skin is further explored, sighing in pleasure at the intimacy of the moment. To watch him was to see every emotion writ plain on that face, finely wrought as it was. How Lahabrea enjoys his flesh, his skin, brings a smile to his lips tinged with smugness. He quite enjoys that. To be enjoyed.]
Yes, I have. Have you always wanted to touch me so? Perhaps take a bite of what entices you so?
[Themis teases right back, covering his movements with the words. He shifts, slowly, almost slyly into position, slotting their entwined forms together in just the way he wants them to be. As the other man studies him, so, too, does Themis study Lahabrea now. As he delves one hand between them and, with a final shift of his hips to place their cocks against one another, takes both of their erections in hand.
Though he moans at the feeling, it is bitten back, his attentions upon Lahabrea's face. The whine remembered now, sensations returned - perhaps not his mouth, no, but velvety skin and a pianist's hand stroking them both at once. He thumbs his own tip, gathering the pre there to spread over to Hephaistos, pumping their cocks together. He cannot help but rock his hips slightly, occasionally, with the motions.]
Do you want to be taken, Hephaistos?
[His words are breathy, heavy with pleasure, with affection.]
So beautiful you are, such a sight to have you in my hands. I would see how brightly you burn beneath me.
If I take a bite, I might accidentally mark you forever.
[Hephaistos teases while biting his nails into that blank canvas of lovely pale flesh. A dark side of him wants to do just that—bite. He wants to bite Elidibus so badly, but he stops himself from doing so out of sheer respect. The last thing he wants to do is harm Themis, and that much shows in how much he does revere the young man. However, he can’t help but want to mark him and claim him for himself.
It’s a sinful thought, spurred on by the growing desire pooling within his loins. He’s horny, and it shows in how feverishly he rubs himself against Elidibus’ cock. He lets Themis lead him down this path of debauchery with a grin, his eyes shining as he gazes at Elidibus with such need. There’s not an ounce of shame in his gaze as he keeps kneading the supple flesh.]
Would you like that, dear Themis? Would you like to be covered in bites from head to toe? How would you explain these little love bites? Would you fix those lovely lips to lie—
[The eloquent Speaker is suddenly left breathless as Themis starts stroking his cock with such voracity. Each gasp and moan becomes louder with every stroke, giving his young lover a wonderful sympathy to memorize as they allow their passion to override judgment. Logic be damned, the two of them are continuing with this sinful dance like the heathens they are. A faint chuckle escapes The sweet affection within Themis honeyed tone causes his ears to blush.
It’s refreshing to hear him be so honest and true. While life in Amani may have its challenges, it would seem that Themis has truly become himself outside of his role as Emissary. This is refreshing but oddly terrifying since it means that Lahabrea won’t be allowed to remain stagnant. He will grow and change much like Themis has, but to what end? This is what worries him as he gives all of himself to this pivotal moment. ]
Take me however you want– [He answers while curling his fingers into Themis’s lovely white locks.] You’ll be the first to see how these flames flicker.
[Suddenly, and without warning, he yanks Themis down by his hair for a passionate kiss.]
[Themis wonders if perhaps the other man merely needs a bit of a push. Clearly he still holds back, and that just would not do. He kisses back just as fervently, as hungrily, and oh does he want to see those flames flicker. Burn bright as a sunburst, flickering from the force. He would see that, but first-
The hand not working their cocks buries itself into Lahabrea's hair and grips, pulling his head away and holding him still. Blue eyes burn hot as they meet with smoldering red.]
Perhaps I would enjoy such things. Is that what you desire? To claim me so? To show all whose bed you had been taken in, whom you had lain with? No lies would fall from my lips, with a smile would I speak your name - bites from the mighty Speaker, marks I would proudly bear.
[Holding him firm, Elidibus leans in, breathing against the sensitive skin of Lahabrea's neck. He remembers how those touches in particular had effected the other man, and so now he laves his tongue against it, lips skimming the surface. He teases and tortures only for a few moments before speaking against his skin.]
Perhaps you require a demonstration. A taste.
[And he bites down, in the middle of that sensitive flesh. Again and again he bites, holding firm still by Hephaistos's hair, hand still pumping their erections, but more slowly now. He does not break the skin, but only just, leaving indentations upon that tender surface, reddened and so obvious of his passage. The sight excites him further, and he makes a decision.
He continues to hold Lahabrea by the hair but drops their cocks, sighing at the sudden loss of sensation. With a brief wave he summons a bottle of oil from his own bedroom, unstoppering it with his teeth before slicking those same fingers and setting it aside. To be used again shortly. Only now does he release his grip on Lahabrea's hair, oiled hand slipping down to slip between his legs, teasing his entrance. The freed second hand presses against Hephaistos's chest, directly over his heart.]
Cease holding yourself back.
[And then slips a finger inside, slowly pumping in and out. He is gentle, here, careful, but no less relentless as he seeks his prostate. Upon discovery, he rubs against it slowly, drawing out every stroke. His intentions are crystal clear.]
I will catch you, stoke your flames, as you flicker. Never will I allow your fire to go out.
[Hasn’t anyone told Themis that it’s dangerous to play with fire?
A pitiful whine escapes Hephaistos once Themis grabs ahold of his hair. He lets out an annoyed growl to mask his pleasure. It goes without saying that he likes getting his hair pulled, but for some odd reason, he doesn’t want Themis to know. A smirk curls onto his lips as he gazes back at him with such mirth. He’s oddly humored by the Emissary’s passionate confession, idly studying him as he speaks boldly about him. The fact that Themis would so eagerly utter his name to others makes his heart sing. He wants the world to know about the little marks he’ll leave on that unblemished canvas. That’s why his grip within Themis’s hair loosens in favor of clawing his nails along the young man’s spine. He bites his nails into that supple flesh with reckless abandon, without drawing blood, leaving little red welts along his back.
An elicited groan escapes his lips as Themis bites into the curve of his neck. It’s an excellent weak point, one that Elidibus is free to exploit but one that Hephaistos wishes he had done a better job concealing. He arches his neck a little more to give Elidibus the access he requires, completely unashamed. The sweet torture of Themis’ lips brushing against his flesh is enough to make him rut more against him in hopes of finding some sort of relief. It’s a maddening affair that has him gripping Themis’ slim shoulders for dear life. Hephaistos lets out a huff as he touches the mark Elidbius left.
Oh, he’s definitely plotting his revenge now. While the dear Emissary is leading this little performance, Hephaistos will steal the show. He grins at those beautiful cerulean blue eyes before glancing over at the vial of oil that Themis summons. He stares at it briefly before glancing at Themis again, looking quite amused. As much as he desires to mark Themis, Hephaistos plans on bidding his time, or so he claims. ]
Nothing is holding me back– [He grunts once he feels Themis pressing his finger into him. There’s no doubt that his dear Emissary can feel how his heart races beneath his palm. Try as he might to relax against the sudden intrusion, Hephaistos finds himself unable to until Themis’ questing finger finds that one little spot that nearly makes him scream. He covers his mouth in the last second in hopes of muting himself, but to little avail. It seems that Themis has finally struck gold. ]
[Plenty have warned the Emissary of the dangers of fire, but more and more he's rather enjoying the prospect of being burned.
Another whine, another tidbit for Elidibus to file away, Lahabrea being completely unsuccessful in hiding his enjoyment at the hair pulling. Truly he is enjoying all of the little motions his lover is making, how willing he is - should Hephaistos desire revenge, Elidibus will not dissuade him. In fact, he would welcome such a thing. The nails against his skin draw a hissing breath, but one of enjoyment. Eventually he hopes for more drastic marks indeed, ones Lahabrea has mentioned. He feels that racing heart and commits that sensation to memory.
Such life, such vitality? He feels blessed that he may bear witness.
But oh? Such a response now from a single finger. He drinks in the view, devours it, but still, that would not do. Moving his hand from Lahabrea's chest, he grasps that offending hand and pulls it free. Eyes burning bright.]
No, do not hide. Did you not say nothing shall hold you back? I desire to hear you, Hephaistos.
[Elidibus throws up that hand and sigils appear in the air around them, flaring once before dissipating in a shower of fading sparks. Magics to dampen sound and to ward against prying eyes, ensuring privacy.]
None shall perceive us, with ears or eyes, no matter the intensity of sight or sound. We shall not be disturbed for as long as we desire.
[He adds a second finger, working to slowly stretch Lahabrea while continuing to caress his prostate from within. That free hand finds one of Lahabrea's own, interlacing their fingers in a moment of sweetness.]
[He feels too open, too bare, and too vulnerable like this, and yet he enjoys it. Hephaistos can barely contain himself at this point. He tries in vain to keep himself from burning too hotly, but Themis keeps stoking the flames. A needy groan escapes him once his hand is pried away from his lips, unable to stop himself from singing Themis praises. It’s been a long time since he last felt this alive. His body is like a livewire at this point, just thrumming with energy. He can feel the faint hints of magic in the air as Elidibus continues to plunder deeper into him with two fingers instead of one.
Hephaistos clenches his teeth in hopes of silencing himself as those clever digits brush against his prostate, but he can’t. Themis is determined to fingerfuck him open until he’s begging for his cock like some wanton whore. It’s embarrassing, but every little motion makes his toes curl with anticipation. A breathless laugh escapes Hephaistos as he tries his best to calm himself. His entire body feels oddly sensitive after having Themis caress him from head to toe. He never exposed himself in such a way to anyone, not even his former wife.
Hephaistos lays there beneath Themis, shamelessly panting as those deft fingers make quick work of him. His body is tight and hot, much like a flame. He’s not used to this kind of foreplay, but Hephaistos doesn’t seem opposed to it either. The only experience he has is with his former wife, and that was quite lacking. He feels a little odd being in the opposite role here, but for some odd reason, Hephaistos desires this. He spreads his legs a little wider as a wordless invitation for Themis and Themis alone, with a pair of hungry red eyes. As their fingers intertwine together like sturdy vines, Hephaistos takes a deep breath as he mentally breaks the chains that hold him hostage.
It's time, as Themis says, for him to “let go”. ]
If no one shall bear witness to my shame outside of you, then I’ll gladly let go.
[He laughs while ignoring how flustered he feels. There’s still a hint of embarrassment in his tone, but he’s free from the nagging voice telling him to keep quiet, judging by how loudly he groans once Themis hits that spot again. His body arches from the touch, lifting him some from the comfort of the pillows scattered beneath them. Something akin to a growl is heard through clenched teeth before Hephaistos suddenly moves to bite Themis right on his shoulder. He marks him with his teeth, his canines digging into the flesh. His desire to mark Themis has finally won out beyond just little red welts. He bites him viciously on the shoulder before moving towards the younger man’s neck to claim him there, his teeth sharp enough to break skin.]
[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.]
[The deeper Themis goes, the louder Hephaistos becomes. After briefly sampling the sweet nectar of Elidibus’ blood, he couldn’t keep silent as his most intimate walls were breached. He clings to Elidibus with such need, his calloused fingers leaving little bruises along the young man’s shoulder. This pivotal moment is one of celebration for Hephaistos since he’s finally overcoming all of the pain Athena once caused him. His muscles tensed from the sudden intrusion, but Hephaistos willed himself to relax. The soothing heat that greets Themis is the inner fire that lurks deep within. Hephaistos is still tight even after being fucked open by those oil-slick fingers, but he’s more relaxed now than before. His body constricts around that delicious cock ever so tightly with every push. Elidibus could probably feel his heart racing a mile a minute now, especially as Hephaistos starts whining into his ears.]
Themis.
[He whispers the man’s name with enough passion to rival a thousand suns. Those carmine eyes gaze at Themis with absolute reverence, clearly accepting of his fate as the young man melts away at his frosty heart with every sweet word. He’s done for, and he knows it. There’s no coming back now that the gates have been yanked open. Hephaistos leans forward in hopes of winning another kiss, his lips yearning to taste him again. He’s at Themis command now, forever entwined with him through both his body and soul. Just the thought alone makes him feel so whole and complete, much like the sizable erection slowly inching through him.
He bites down harshly on Elidibus’ bottom lip as a means to draw out another sweet cry from his dear Emissary. Of course, he noticed just how much Themis enjoyed his little love bites. It seems his young companion likes pain as much as he does. That’s a good thing since Hephaistos has proven to be quite feral at times. A chuckle escapes him as he purposely bucks his hips against Elidibus, trying his best to encourage his gentle lover to move. ]
If you have laid claim over me–[He pauses to kiss the little wound he caused a second ago. ] Then fuck me as I’ve demanded.
I want no hesitance from you, no thoughts or worries. I want everything you have to offer and so much more.
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Hephaistos takes a moment to rub his eyes in a vain attempt to orient himself again. That is when the dulcet tone of crashing waves catches his attention. He sits up halfway from the pillows, his gaze sweeping across the great blue sea spread out before him like a painting. He stares at the distant horizon for a long while, his red gaze focusing on the tranquil blue waves. A confused hum escapes him as he glances around awkwardly in a fit of panic.
This isn’t the place Elidibus took him! Where is he? What in the world is happening—]
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Be still, dearest Lahabrea, all is well.
[His voice is hushed, soothing, the smallest of smiles coloring his expression. His eyes especially, lids heavy with relaxation.]
I have but brought us near my abode, thinking you might enjoy the ocean surf. A bit of home to wake upon.
[Then those eyes, already luminous, begin to glitter with mirth, with glee. A teasing edge practically drips from every word, now.]
To think how unawares the great Lahabrea has become, laid low in my embrace - enough to forget my entire presence! Truly shocked and hurt has this made me, how shall I ever recover from such a thing?
[He winks, once, exaggerated. In truth he is not insulted at all, the teasing mock outrage though is needed - so rare was this occasion.]
I am forced to commit the sight to memory, you have left me no choice.
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Wait, when did we—[He trails off with a huff at that little quip, shifting slightly while still comfortable within Elidibus’ languid embrace.]
Tis the price you pay for lulling me to sleep with such a coyish guise. However, I was not unaware of your presence. I was merely surprised by the change of scenery, nothing more.
[He lies in an attempt to save face. The tips of his ears burn even hotter now, the redness definitely noticeable as he protests in this vulnerable state. However, soon his eyes narrow, and his jaw squares as he glares at Elidibus.]
What do you seek from me? Is this an elaborate ruse to win my favor?
[Lahabrea questions hotly with a hint of timbre in his voice despite having yet to peel Elidibus from him. He’s comfortable, far too comfortable for words to express. The man lays there staring into the Emissary’s gaze with so much fire and spice, and yet, he is sweetly pressed against him like some lovesick beau. It is mildly hilarious, especially since Lahabrea is known for his withering glares. However, his glare has little effect when he’s content to be held like this. So no matter how much those lips may lie, his body is honest.]
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That accusation, however, faint though it is...]
It is my understanding, dearest Speaker, that I have already obtained your favor. Upon my election to my position, in fact, when I earned your respect for the first time - and then kept it for many, many years. I can hardly win that which I already possess.
[But he understands Lahabrea's history. Understands why he would accuse in such a manner, even if this particular instance was brought upon not by true suspicion, but by fluster and embarrassment. To that end, Elidibus would answer true. The humor drops from his face, leaving only bald sincerity.]
What answers I may give full well may fall under suspicion, but know I do not speak false when I tell you - I seek nothing from you, Lahabrea. I wish to do what I am able to ensure that happiness follows you, that you remain comfortable here. It is not transactional in nature. Merely a wish that one I love is well, is cared for, and to be allowed to show my affections freely.
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Wishing to shower me with affection, are you? [He mumbles before gazing into those brilliant blue eyes.] I have nothing to offer you other than my compliance, especially since my rank and title mean very little anymore. The riches I’ve gained from my prestige are long gone with everything I held dear…except for one.
[A sigh escapes the man as he suddenly wraps his arms around Elidibus. This is a mock surrender to the emotions this foul bastard has stirred within him. He’s scared, so very scared, to trust again. Yet despite it all, he desperately wants to believe in every word Elidibus says. He’s truly pathetic, isn’t he? A wounded man with centuries worth of baggage. Lahabrea never hated himself as he does now for being so weak.]
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He listens, ever patient. Ever would he be patent.
There are some things which came innate to him, more still which he had refined the art of throughout time. The picking up of body language, of physical and verbal tells - all that one may not communicate but let slip regardless. He had known Lahabrea for so many years, had been through so much with the Speaker, had seen the worst skeletons that he'd locked away. So when Lahabrea shows those signs, of fear, of trepidation, Elidibus is ready.]
I ask nothing of you. Truly. What wants I may have are easily gained by my own hands alone, and it was never your rank nor your title which interested me.
[But mere words are not enough. Cannot be.]
Should there be ought that you need for me to prove my intentions, please, ask it of me. Unless you merely remain out of obligation.
[The thought had occurred to him. That perhaps Lahabrea did not truly want to be here, to be held by him. That perhaps he was doing so to prevent Elidibus's feelings from coming to harm.]
If that is the case, if you desire me to leave, ask, and I will not trouble you. What I desire has been stated - your happiness, nothing more, for it is you, the man, who I care for.
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However, a hint of hope remains within him that dares him to dream. If Elidibus is telling the truth, then he would be a fool to spurn his affections. This is why he clings to him now with such tenderness hidden within his gaze.]
My happiness…[He trails off briefly before beginning anew.] My happiness lies with you, with…whatever this is.
It’s not my intention to turn you away, nor shall I. Now that I know the sincerity behind your words, I find myself unable to let go. What I’ve always yearned for sits right before me, and I find myself shuddering at the thought of being made so vulnerable. However, I’m no coward. I freely accept all you have to offer with no fear. That is—as long as I may reciprocate.
[His grip on Elidibus loosens a bit. He seems to be at ease now. That is a good thing, isn’t it? The doubt that cleared his mind was dispelled at last. He lays there comfortably within Elidibus’ arms, hopeful that the others understand him.]
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Know that you are not alone in your vulnerability, for I lay myself bare before you. Should you desire to know me, you have but to ask, you have but to touch. To take all you are able.
[Though the nature of Amani is a sexual one, it is clear that Elidibus does not mean only that. To know one another down to the soul, that is what he offers, in soft words with a softer expression. The sounds of the sea, the soft breeze, the gentle blue sky above heightens the moment - almost as if they were home once more, in those halcyon days of paradise.
Themis is achingly beautiful amidst the scenery.]
What you give, I shall accept with open arms. Do not feel as if you must reciprocate, but should you, I will treasure every moment.
[He sees you, Lahabrea. He understands.]
In that end, would you allow me to help you build a home? We spoke of it before, but I would ensure the acceptance was sure.
[So different from Athena, he gives and gives.]
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Of course, you have my blessing. I certainly would not mind the company as we build this home together. Besides, I fear my talent for creation magick doesn't hold much weight here.
[His tone is gentle, like a whisper. Gentle and sweet. It seems Lahabrea has decided to fully accept Themis and his offer. However, there is still something else that plagues his mind. This 'something' regarding the nature of this fickle realm.]
However, if you mean to present all of yourself to me, then…I certainly shall do the same.
[Wordlessly, Lahabrea suddenly slips out of Elidibus’ grasp with only a little push. A smile toys at the corners of his lips as he inches out of arm’s reach, putting some distance between them as he stands. While all of the Ancients were quite tall, Lahabrea was always notably taller than the rest, even if sometimes he felt so small. He gazes down at Elidibus in silence, his expression utterly unreadable, until he does the unthinkable and begins to disrobe. His black ceremonial robes cascade around him like ink, revealing what lies beneath.
While many others often wore their robes without a shirt, Lahabrea always felt the need to be covered. The high collar of his sleeveless shirt exposes his muscular shoulders and strong arms, but the leggings he wears leave very little to the imagination. He has a striking figure for a man his age, quite athletic and strong as expected of a paragon like him. However, no one would have expected this elderly fellow to be so...attractive.
While many have wondered what lies beneath the robes, Elidibus will be among the first to know outside his former wife. Between the sleeveless shirt, the sinful black leggings, and the matching tall sandal-like boots, Lahabrea really does make a striking figure. He is so fit and trim. While his arms aren't massive, they certainly seem quite well-defined. He's a handsome man, there's no other way to describe him. Even though he has a head full of silver and a beard to match, he's still quite handsome.]
As I stated before, I mean to offer you something for all your troubles even if the "gift" I bring is somewhat lackluster.
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Standing himself, it is the work of moments to shuck his own robe, the white fabric falling free and revealing his own form, mask falling aside with it. Today Themis had forgone a shirt, clad now only in his white podea and brown shoes, completely bare from the waist up. His skin is quite fair, pale to an almost ethereal degree, and unmarred by all. No blemish, no scars marked him, wiped clean by the aetherial sea and leaving soft, smooth skin in its wake. He is very slender as well, lean, but with muscle definition that while small, hinted at the exceptional strength he possessed.
Swiftly stepping towards the taller man, Elidibus reaches upwards and grasps Lahabrea by the back of his head, gripping his hair and pulling him down to soundly press their lips together. He kisses thoroughly, conveying high emotion and desire, licking into Lahabrea's mouth to explore with both lips and tongue.
He pulls back, breath hot, to whisper fiercely.]
Never say that what you bring is lackluster, I will not stand to hear such blaspheme from lips as fine as yours. Nor will I allow such blatant lies about one as exquisite as yourself.
[His grip slackens, given them slightly more space, his voice increasing in volume but gentling all the same.]
Do not offer this from obligation of where we are. I would have you freely, of your own choice, or not at all - you deserve far more than coercion by the nature of this place.
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When Elidibus steps forward, he doesn’t step away. He stands his ground and gazes at the young man without fear. While trepidation still clings to his soul, Lahabrea is without fear. He allows those nimble fingers to curl into his hair, allowing the younger man to yank him down. The movement is smooth and calculated, much like everything else Elidibus does. Lahabrea finds himself forced to bend to Elidibus’ height as the other plunders his lips with abandon. The kiss is hot and passionate, a clear indicator of how much this silver-tongued youth truly wants him. As Themis’ tongue glides over his, any doubts he had about Elidibus are cast aside in favor of enjoying his taste. He chases after the taste with a delighted hum, clearly enjoying the sensation with no shame.
It isn’t until they part, that Lahabrea finds himself flustered yet again. He peeks back at Themis, his carmine gaze sparkling likes rubies with new appreciation. There’s a hint of playfulness in his demeanor now that Elidibus has loosened his grip on him. As much as he is discovering about himself, Lahabrea cannot help but be fascinated by what he discovered about Themis. The young man likes be in control, doesn’t he? This tickles him.]
I do not offer this with any semblance of duty but rather because of my own need. For too long I’ve placed the needs of others above myself, and I paid a hefty toll for it.
[He suddenly sinks to his knees in one fluid motion, never once tearing his gaze from those brilliant blue eyes.]
I offer this because I can. I offer this because it’s my right alone. I don’t care what this world says otherwise because I’m free from its judgment.
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So to have Lahabrea this way sparks heat deep within his belly.
Delicate fingers work their way through those silvery strands, combing through each and every plane, brushing all of it back from that seasoned face. Elidibus says nothing, merely taking his time, until at last his explorations move to the other man's face. Long, sweeping strokes over his cheeks, following his facial hair, touching even on his ears. Thumbs move gently over his eyes, brushing against brows and lashes, smoothing outwards. He leaves no skin untouched, unblessed. Methodically the movements are, Elidibus at last touching first Lahabrea's lips with the pad of one thumb, and his forehead with his other palm.
An anointing, almost. Those plush lips parted, heavy lids made heavier as they look upon the one who kneels before him. Who offers himself up so readily.]
I shall explore every inch of you, so thoroughly so that from this day forward every part of you will remember me. I shall paint myself upon your very soul, my name and being etched as lover and sentinel both.
[He knows about Athena. If Lahabrea has chosen him to help in cleansing him of her, he was more than willing to oblige. It is as he said, he will stand sentinel to the memory of her, in both fervent defense and loving offense. Oath made, Elidibus cups both of Lahabrea's cheeks and leaves a long, lingering kiss on his forehead. Next are the lids of his eyes, then at last his lips. Before had been flaring heat, now it has turned to a low, sultry burn. There is no rush, in this, nor should there be. His tongue slips inside Lahabrea's mouth once more, kissing until a low noise of pleasure sounds from the shorter man.
By now the flush upon Themis's cheeks has clearly spread across his chest, his eyes full of naked want for Lahabrea.]
I would see all of you, Hephaistos. Lahabrea. I would have all of you. To that end-
[A firm grasp upon that chin, sapphires burning into rubies.]
Strip. Or I shall do the task for you.
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Lahabrea shudders as Elidibus combs back his hair. He could feel how those slim fingers raked through each strand with reverent grace. It is enough to make him tremble with anticipation. When he was getting used to the sensations, those delicate fingers traveled down to his face, anointing his flesh with their love. As Elidibus caresses his ears, he surrenders to their ticklish touch without so much as a flinch. Hephaistos wills himself not to back down from this anointment as Elidibus studies the last bit of him with such devotion. Every touch he comments to memory, his body yearns for more of the deliverance that Elidibus offers.
A quiet gasp escaped him the moment Elidibus’ fingers reached his lips. The sensation of his thumb caressing his bottom lip made him blush in a new way. Yes, his ears always tend to bear the brunt of that red hue, but so do his cheeks.]
Paint me as you will, Emissary. Spare no crevice untouched and explore the very depths of body and soul. I bear myself before you, not as my title but as the man behind the mask. I am Hephaistos, and I desire all you will give me and more. This is my decision and my choice.
[He reaches up towards the collar of his shirt to unhook the fasteners that keep it closed. Little by little, his dark flesh is revealed. The faded scars that pepper his arms lightly crisscross across his chest and down towards his toned abdomen. He looks strong—mighty, even. Not only is he a man of science and wonders, but he is also a warrior. Valleys of tight muscle await Elidibus’ scrutiny once Hephaistos shrugs off his shirt. Not even the scars on his chest could dampen the beauty of the exotic flesh.
Hephaistos is a rarity among their kind. A rare stone chiseled to perfection but abused by unworthy hands. He looks like a work of art carved out of clay. While he cannot see his worth, Elidibus certainly can with that wonderful view. There's no shame in his eyes, not even as he bares himself to Elidibus. His fingers drifted to the waist of his leggings, pausing momentarily before slowly lowering them past his thighs. He cannot get them down further without standing, but Elidibus is rewarded with a pleasant view of his semi-erect cock.]
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[The word comes unbidden, almost as if Themis had not intended to speak it aloud. What he does intend to do, is not stand there clothed while demanding the other shed hiw own garments. It is quick work to unfasten the podea and slip it down, shedding his sandals as well. Themis's lower half is just as the rest of him, lean, slender, and pale. His own cock is fully erect, from his prior actions and the thoughts of what is to come.
A single step takes him into Lahabrea's space, and then Themis's hands are upon him once more. They continue their earlier ministrations, starting at the vulnerable skin of his neck, sweeping over his shoulders, before traveling downwards. Every curve, every edge of muscle, every scar is lovingly traced, finishing just below Hephaistos's hipbones. Then Elidibus begins with his arms, first one, then the other, before stepping around to continue along Lahabrea's back, including the expanse of his ass and dipping down to the cleft of his buttocks.
He was quite serious when he meant to leave no skin untouched. And he takes his time, touch aiming to draw sounds from the older man, finishing while he still stands behind. He leans in, and kisses hotly at Lahabrea's neck, directly under his ear.]
Rise, Hephaistos, allow me to finish with your purification. Allow Themis to see that it is done.
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Lahabrea was ruminating over that thought when Themis suddenly stepped forward and started caressing his neck. He flinches at the touch, his body suddenly burning hot with embarrassment and yearning. His neck is his weak spot. Themis could probably feel his pulse thumping as he caressed his neck in a slow march. He lets out a curious hum as the younger man’s hands travel down his shoulders and down his chest in such a ritualistic manner. Hephaistos couldn’t help but moan as those slim fingers tickled past his pert nipples as they traveled down his chest. He’s horny, unbelievably horny. The longer this ritual continues, the more he squirms under those gentle little touches.
A wanton moan escapes him as those devious fingers are suddenly on his back. They traveled down the gentle curve of his spine, those clever fingers sliding ever so slowly down past the small of his back. The skin across Lahabrea’s back is free from blemishes and scars, painting a wonderful sepia canvas to explore. His body is ruggedly handsome with a hint of something more as Themis studies every dip and curve. Hephaistos bites his lip to stop the groan that nearly escaped him once Elidibus’ finger traces the most intimate depths of him with such appreciation. The kiss on his ear tickles him, causing him to chuckle slightly. Themis will be quite proud to know that the seemingly stoic Lahabrea is indeed ticklish in certain areas. Information worth documenting for later, no less.
Once told to stand, Hephaistos takes a moment to gather himself before slowly rising to his feet. He has butterflies fluttering within his stomach as he exposes himself for Themis to unravel. His cock juts out before him with such hunger, now fully erect and pooling ever so slightly at the tip. He glances down at himself, wondering if he should undo the laces of his boots. However, he stops himself from doing just that once he sees the hunger in Themis’ crystalline gaze. An audible chuckle escapes him as he allows the youth to do as he will with him. He won’t interfere. After all, this is Themis’ ritual, and this younger is his “god” right now.]
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This is his ritual, and he would finish it in kind.
Those laces Themis undoes himself, wordlessly picking up each leg in turn to slide those boots off one by one, the leggings following. There are no verbal commands, only guiding pressure as he does so. Finished divesting all remaining clothing, Elidibus is free to continue his explorations. And continue he does. Those legs now are given the same treatment, picking up where he had paused earlier - and beginning from the back. Every line of muscle, every sensitive inch of inner thigh is scorched by his touch, and he lingers on more sensitive areas. The back is finished when he picks up each foot and touches every plane, each digit and the space between.
He had been truthful when he mentioned claiming every part of Lahabrea.
Moving to the front, he does kneel to caress, but it is not in submission. He looks up through silvery-white bangs to catch those gleaming red eyes as he finished touching each and every part of Lahabrea.
Save for his cock. That had been saved for now, this final end to such a rite.
Themis takes it in hand much as he had touched the other parts of Lahabrea. Gentle, almost feather-light strokes from base to tip, his other hand working over his balls in the same fashion. Those most intimate areas are explored thoroughly, and at the very end Themis strikes - taking the head of that cock into his mouth and swirling his tongue over the tip.
But this was only a prelude, though let it not be said to be feeble. Themis bobs his head downwards, taking the entire length in his mouth, nose brushing Hephaistos's pelvic bone and the hair there. And swallows, once, before pulling back and standing in one smooth motion. Saliva shines upon his lips from that deed, face flush with naked desire, and when he speaks, it is smoke upon oiled silk.]
Taste yourself upon my tongue, Hephaistos.
[And once more he pulls down the other man with force, kissing him and sealing that ritual between them, a claim boldly made as their now naked bodies press flush together. He would take, yes, but so to would he give, and give so much.]
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As Hephaistos stands there, bare as the day he was born before Themis, he finds himself temporarily thinking about Athena. He thinks about her not with fondness but with disgust. All of the love and devotion he thought existed between them never did, even after they became husband and wife. As he stands before Themis now, he can tell that Athena never truly loved him at all. He can see the devotion within the Emissary’s gaze, that little twinkle that lets him know that he’s well loved here. This is nothing like his time with Athena. While she would pepper him with kisses and sweet nothings, her eyes were always so soulless. Just the thought of those cerulean eyes staring back at him with nothing but malice makes him regret all the years he spent with her. After so many years of being led astray by a wolf like a lamb to slaughter, Hephaistos has finally found peace in the hands of a gentle shepherd.
As those gentle hands travel through every nook and cranny, he breathes a sigh of relief. He feels oddly calm despite being so exposed, especially once Themis joins him in this revelry. Hephaistos tries his best avert his carmine gaze but he cannot once he catches a glimpse of Elidibus in his togetherness He’s a handsome specimen, after all. Anyone with eyes could see Themis’ beauty, and those who are blind probably could feel it. The young man stands before him now like a beacon of hope in the darkness of his soul.
He trusts him. Every little caress comforts Hephaistos’ weary soul like rich silk. He feels so safe and beloved under the mercy of those warm hands. However, he wasn’t quite prepared for what came next. His eyes follow where that sinful tongue goes, widening the second he feel the wet appendage upon his cock. He stares at Themis with alarm as the heady sensation washes over him with such passion. Hephaistos finds himself almost buckling beneath the heat of Themis’ tongue, his hips thrusting forward little by little to feel more of that delicious heat. Just as quickly as this moment begins, it ends once Elidibus pulls away.
A slight whine escapes Hephaistos once the cool, salty breeze whispers over his cock. Already yearning for the warmth of Themis’s mouth, Hephaistos was nearly caught off guard when he was suddenly yanked down towards the pillows and blankets below. His tongue entwined with Elidibus as they lay there in a tangled mess. Hephaistos can taste himself on the Emissary’s lips, but he could also taste something else. Whether it is desire or passion remains unknown, but Hephaistos can taste all of it on his tongue like wine. He allows Themis to have his way with him with a faint chuckle. It is Hephaistos who opens himself to Themis like a blossom in bloom, letting the young man take whatever he wants while caressing his lithe form with calloused fingers. He runs his hands down his sides at first, reveling at the tightly compact muscles there before gently running them along Themis’ back.
A playful hum leaves his lips as he lightly pinches Elidibus for the sake of reaction alone. He gazes at him with such warmth, those red eyes studying the younger man’s every expression with such fondness. Hephaistos could barely keep his hands to himself as he explored that supple flesh with abandon. He can’t help but marvel at the soft flesh.]
Have you always been so doughy and soft like fresh bread?
[He teases once he manages to come up for air. They kissed for so long that his lungs hurt. He was just drowning into Elidibus, allowing himself to be smothered by that youthful zeal.]
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And is rewarded in turn despite not having asked.
Fingers rougher than his own travel over his pristine skin and he practically purrs at the sensation. It feels good, to be explored, to be touched as he had done so thoroughly to the other man - he shifts with each stroke, allowing Lahabrea easier access for his own explorations. Those callouses too feel good, in their own way. The sudden pinch tickles and prompts bright laughter to bubble from Themis's lips, light and free. He calms soon as his skin is further explored, sighing in pleasure at the intimacy of the moment. To watch him was to see every emotion writ plain on that face, finely wrought as it was. How Lahabrea enjoys his flesh, his skin, brings a smile to his lips tinged with smugness. He quite enjoys that. To be enjoyed.]
Yes, I have. Have you always wanted to touch me so? Perhaps take a bite of what entices you so?
[Themis teases right back, covering his movements with the words. He shifts, slowly, almost slyly into position, slotting their entwined forms together in just the way he wants them to be. As the other man studies him, so, too, does Themis study Lahabrea now. As he delves one hand between them and, with a final shift of his hips to place their cocks against one another, takes both of their erections in hand.
Though he moans at the feeling, it is bitten back, his attentions upon Lahabrea's face. The whine remembered now, sensations returned - perhaps not his mouth, no, but velvety skin and a pianist's hand stroking them both at once. He thumbs his own tip, gathering the pre there to spread over to Hephaistos, pumping their cocks together. He cannot help but rock his hips slightly, occasionally, with the motions.]
Do you want to be taken, Hephaistos?
[His words are breathy, heavy with pleasure, with affection.]
So beautiful you are, such a sight to have you in my hands. I would see how brightly you burn beneath me.
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[Hephaistos teases while biting his nails into that blank canvas of lovely pale flesh. A dark side of him wants to do just that—bite. He wants to bite Elidibus so badly, but he stops himself from doing so out of sheer respect. The last thing he wants to do is harm Themis, and that much shows in how much he does revere the young man. However, he can’t help but want to mark him and claim him for himself.
It’s a sinful thought, spurred on by the growing desire pooling within his loins. He’s horny, and it shows in how feverishly he rubs himself against Elidibus’ cock. He lets Themis lead him down this path of debauchery with a grin, his eyes shining as he gazes at Elidibus with such need. There’s not an ounce of shame in his gaze as he keeps kneading the supple flesh.]
Would you like that, dear Themis? Would you like to be covered in bites from head to toe? How would you explain these little love bites? Would you fix those lovely lips to lie—
[The eloquent Speaker is suddenly left breathless as Themis starts stroking his cock with such voracity. Each gasp and moan becomes louder with every stroke, giving his young lover a wonderful sympathy to memorize as they allow their passion to override judgment. Logic be damned, the two of them are continuing with this sinful dance like the heathens they are. A faint chuckle escapes The sweet affection within Themis honeyed tone causes his ears to blush.
It’s refreshing to hear him be so honest and true. While life in Amani may have its challenges, it would seem that Themis has truly become himself outside of his role as Emissary. This is refreshing but oddly terrifying since it means that Lahabrea won’t be allowed to remain stagnant. He will grow and change much like Themis has, but to what end? This is what worries him as he gives all of himself to this pivotal moment. ]
Take me however you want– [He answers while curling his fingers into Themis’s lovely white locks.] You’ll be the first to see how these flames flicker.
[Suddenly, and without warning, he yanks Themis down by his hair for a passionate kiss.]
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[Themis wonders if perhaps the other man merely needs a bit of a push. Clearly he still holds back, and that just would not do. He kisses back just as fervently, as hungrily, and oh does he want to see those flames flicker. Burn bright as a sunburst, flickering from the force. He would see that, but first-
The hand not working their cocks buries itself into Lahabrea's hair and grips, pulling his head away and holding him still. Blue eyes burn hot as they meet with smoldering red.]
Perhaps I would enjoy such things. Is that what you desire? To claim me so? To show all whose bed you had been taken in, whom you had lain with? No lies would fall from my lips, with a smile would I speak your name - bites from the mighty Speaker, marks I would proudly bear.
[Holding him firm, Elidibus leans in, breathing against the sensitive skin of Lahabrea's neck. He remembers how those touches in particular had effected the other man, and so now he laves his tongue against it, lips skimming the surface. He teases and tortures only for a few moments before speaking against his skin.]
Perhaps you require a demonstration. A taste.
[And he bites down, in the middle of that sensitive flesh. Again and again he bites, holding firm still by Hephaistos's hair, hand still pumping their erections, but more slowly now. He does not break the skin, but only just, leaving indentations upon that tender surface, reddened and so obvious of his passage. The sight excites him further, and he makes a decision.
He continues to hold Lahabrea by the hair but drops their cocks, sighing at the sudden loss of sensation. With a brief wave he summons a bottle of oil from his own bedroom, unstoppering it with his teeth before slicking those same fingers and setting it aside. To be used again shortly. Only now does he release his grip on Lahabrea's hair, oiled hand slipping down to slip between his legs, teasing his entrance. The freed second hand presses against Hephaistos's chest, directly over his heart.]
Cease holding yourself back.
[And then slips a finger inside, slowly pumping in and out. He is gentle, here, careful, but no less relentless as he seeks his prostate. Upon discovery, he rubs against it slowly, drawing out every stroke. His intentions are crystal clear.]
I will catch you, stoke your flames, as you flicker. Never will I allow your fire to go out.
[Spoken like a promise.]
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A pitiful whine escapes Hephaistos once Themis grabs ahold of his hair. He lets out an annoyed growl to mask his pleasure. It goes without saying that he likes getting his hair pulled, but for some odd reason, he doesn’t want Themis to know. A smirk curls onto his lips as he gazes back at him with such mirth. He’s oddly humored by the Emissary’s passionate confession, idly studying him as he speaks boldly about him. The fact that Themis would so eagerly utter his name to others makes his heart sing. He wants the world to know about the little marks he’ll leave on that unblemished canvas. That’s why his grip within Themis’s hair loosens in favor of clawing his nails along the young man’s spine. He bites his nails into that supple flesh with reckless abandon, without drawing blood, leaving little red welts along his back.
An elicited groan escapes his lips as Themis bites into the curve of his neck. It’s an excellent weak point, one that Elidibus is free to exploit but one that Hephaistos wishes he had done a better job concealing. He arches his neck a little more to give Elidibus the access he requires, completely unashamed. The sweet torture of Themis’ lips brushing against his flesh is enough to make him rut more against him in hopes of finding some sort of relief. It’s a maddening affair that has him gripping Themis’ slim shoulders for dear life. Hephaistos lets out a huff as he touches the mark Elidbius left.
Oh, he’s definitely plotting his revenge now. While the dear Emissary is leading this little performance, Hephaistos will steal the show. He grins at those beautiful cerulean blue eyes before glancing over at the vial of oil that Themis summons. He stares at it briefly before glancing at Themis again, looking quite amused. As much as he desires to mark Themis, Hephaistos plans on bidding his time, or so he claims. ]
Nothing is holding me back– [He grunts once he feels Themis pressing his finger into him. There’s no doubt that his dear Emissary can feel how his heart races beneath his palm. Try as he might to relax against the sudden intrusion, Hephaistos finds himself unable to until Themis’ questing finger finds that one little spot that nearly makes him scream. He covers his mouth in the last second in hopes of muting himself, but to little avail. It seems that Themis has finally struck gold. ]
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Another whine, another tidbit for Elidibus to file away, Lahabrea being completely unsuccessful in hiding his enjoyment at the hair pulling. Truly he is enjoying all of the little motions his lover is making, how willing he is - should Hephaistos desire revenge, Elidibus will not dissuade him. In fact, he would welcome such a thing. The nails against his skin draw a hissing breath, but one of enjoyment. Eventually he hopes for more drastic marks indeed, ones Lahabrea has mentioned. He feels that racing heart and commits that sensation to memory.
Such life, such vitality? He feels blessed that he may bear witness.
But oh? Such a response now from a single finger. He drinks in the view, devours it, but still, that would not do. Moving his hand from Lahabrea's chest, he grasps that offending hand and pulls it free. Eyes burning bright.]
No, do not hide. Did you not say nothing shall hold you back? I desire to hear you, Hephaistos.
[Elidibus throws up that hand and sigils appear in the air around them, flaring once before dissipating in a shower of fading sparks. Magics to dampen sound and to ward against prying eyes, ensuring privacy.]
None shall perceive us, with ears or eyes, no matter the intensity of sight or sound. We shall not be disturbed for as long as we desire.
[He adds a second finger, working to slowly stretch Lahabrea while continuing to caress his prostate from within. That free hand finds one of Lahabrea's own, interlacing their fingers in a moment of sweetness.]
Let go.
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Hephaistos clenches his teeth in hopes of silencing himself as those clever digits brush against his prostate, but he can’t. Themis is determined to fingerfuck him open until he’s begging for his cock like some wanton whore. It’s embarrassing, but every little motion makes his toes curl with anticipation. A breathless laugh escapes Hephaistos as he tries his best to calm himself. His entire body feels oddly sensitive after having Themis caress him from head to toe. He never exposed himself in such a way to anyone, not even his former wife.
Hephaistos lays there beneath Themis, shamelessly panting as those deft fingers make quick work of him. His body is tight and hot, much like a flame. He’s not used to this kind of foreplay, but Hephaistos doesn’t seem opposed to it either. The only experience he has is with his former wife, and that was quite lacking. He feels a little odd being in the opposite role here, but for some odd reason, Hephaistos desires this. He spreads his legs a little wider as a wordless invitation for Themis and Themis alone, with a pair of hungry red eyes. As their fingers intertwine together like sturdy vines, Hephaistos takes a deep breath as he mentally breaks the chains that hold him hostage.
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If no one shall bear witness to my shame outside of you, then I’ll gladly let go.
[He laughs while ignoring how flustered he feels. There’s still a hint of embarrassment in his tone, but he’s free from the nagging voice telling him to keep quiet, judging by how loudly he groans once Themis hits that spot again. His body arches from the touch, lifting him some from the comfort of the pillows scattered beneath them. Something akin to a growl is heard through clenched teeth before Hephaistos suddenly moves to bite Themis right on his shoulder. He marks him with his teeth, his canines digging into the flesh. His desire to mark Themis has finally won out beyond just little red welts. He bites him viciously on the shoulder before moving towards the younger man’s neck to claim him there, his teeth sharp enough to break skin.]
Fuck me.
[He commands through a muffled whine.]
Fuck me, or I’ll do it myself.
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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.]
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Themis.
[He whispers the man’s name with enough passion to rival a thousand suns. Those carmine eyes gaze at Themis with absolute reverence, clearly accepting of his fate as the young man melts away at his frosty heart with every sweet word. He’s done for, and he knows it. There’s no coming back now that the gates have been yanked open. Hephaistos leans forward in hopes of winning another kiss, his lips yearning to taste him again. He’s at Themis command now, forever entwined with him through both his body and soul. Just the thought alone makes him feel so whole and complete, much like the sizable erection slowly inching through him.
He bites down harshly on Elidibus’ bottom lip as a means to draw out another sweet cry from his dear Emissary. Of course, he noticed just how much Themis enjoyed his little love bites. It seems his young companion likes pain as much as he does. That’s a good thing since Hephaistos has proven to be quite feral at times. A chuckle escapes him as he purposely bucks his hips against Elidibus, trying his best to encourage his gentle lover to move. ]
If you have laid claim over me–[He pauses to kiss the little wound he caused a second ago. ] Then fuck me as I’ve demanded.
I want no hesitance from you, no thoughts or worries. I want everything you have to offer and so much more.
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