[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.
Do not worry, there will never be an ounce of hesitation when it comes to you. I will fuck you exactly as I desire.
[Themis kisses exactly as passionately as he's been kissed, indeed that sharp inhale at his lip being bitten shows how he, too, is riding that same wave as Lahabrea. He does not cry out, not this time, but could looks ignite the luminous gaze he fixes upon Lahabrea would cause the other man to burst into flames outwardly, in truth. He draws back again to seat himself fully, giving his lover another moment to adjust - so tight, but that dart of patience will ensure pleasure galore for them both. Once more upon the thrust he ducks his head to sink his teeth into Hephaistos's shoulder, breaking the skin there.
Their marks match now, two bites for two bites in a mirror of claim, reflections dark and pale.
Still leaning forward, Elidibus frees his hand from Lahabrea's hair to grip the man's hip, the intimate contact serving both as reminder and stability. Reminder of whom he lays with, as if he could ever truly forget, and stability to grant him better purchase. He has not released the other man's hand, all throughout whatever passion they may share he keeps that grounding, that sweetness.
Perhaps a tether to lead to love, but for now it remains affection.]
Exactly as you deserve.
[And with that indeed does he begin to thrust into Lahabrea in earnest. The pace he sets is not punishing, not yet, nor it is slow, but he plunges deep, oh so very deep with every stroke - stoking the flames, fanning them to grow. He is firm, unrelenting, hips rolling into the other man and giving Hephaistos exactly what he has demanded. Exactly what Themis desires to give. He takes in the sight of the elder man as he lays beneath, under, and smiles. It is a smile of lust and want and adoration, every emotion writ plain upon that youthful face and clear in just how intensely Themis feels each and every one.
Do you know how marvelous you are like this? How magnificent? That you allow me this, that you grant me this chance, to have you as I would in naught but dreams. You deserve everything and so shall I give you everything, my dearest Hephaistos.
[His words are punctuated by his motions, the litany falling from his lips in time with his thrusts. He angles his hips, just slightly, hoping to catch Lahabrea's prostate as he fucks into him. His voice is still silk upon stone, but husky with pleasure and exertion. ]
Break beneath me, but know you are held, and together we shall push for greater heights.
[There’s no denying how Lahabra’s cock twitched when Elidibus declared how he would fuck him. Such a simple statement shouldn’t be such a turn-on, but it is. Lahabrea has this primal urge to be enjoyed and devoured. It’s a need that elicits him to bite and mark Themis as their little tryst continues. The kiss between them becomes increasingly animated as Hephaistos tugs harshly at Themis’s bottom lip. He decidedly likes the taste of his blood, with the coopery flavor acting like a mock stimulant between them. Hephaistos sucks on the wound for a moment or two, his crimson gaze nearly glowing with excitement as Elidibus casts his gaze on him.
This is an unspoken challenge between them—a rivalry in the form of heated passion. Lahabrea wants to see how Elidibus looks in the throes of passion. He wants to see Themis lose himself while fucking him. Dear Elidibus is always the voice of reason among the Convocation. He’s a self-assured young man with an old soul who often acts as a mediator between them. Always so calm and rational, Hephaistos yearns to see all of that melt away to showcase the man that lurks beneath those gentle blue eyes.
He was about to kiss Themis again until the young man suddenly thrust into him harshly enough to wrench a moan out of him. Hephaistos tilts his head back, giving Themis the opportunity necessary to bite his shoulder. The feeling of those pearly whites breaking his flesh is borderline sinful. He shudders at the pain but finds euphoria in the pleasure. A thin trickle of blood slowly flows down from the wound, a little bit of sweet ambrosia for Themis to feast upon at his leisure. Just the idea of them having matching marks makes him want to cum, especially as Themis forces his way inside of him. He squeezes his rough fingers around Themis’s hand, a sign that he’s enjoying himself.
A pitiful groan escapes Hephaistos as Themis plunges slowly into him, touching the deepest parts of him with a level of intimacy he never experienced. He could feel the Emissary’s cock drag over his prostrate with every thrust, further stoking the flames pooling at his very core. Hephaistos doesn’t just lie there and take it, either. No, he moves to meet those thrusts, hoping to swallow more of Elidibus inside of him. He wants to envelope the young man in his heat and scorch him like fire. The deeper he goes, the more Hephaistos finds himself losing himself to the passion. He watches with astonishment and sex-crazed eyes as Elidibus' expression shifts with every movement. Lahabrea has never known him to be this expressive, but “Hephaistos” will catalog every second of their union.]
Your desire is m-mine to grant— [He whimpers in between breathy gasps.] I want to see that calm façade of yours break as well, Themis.
[He tightly wraps his legs around Elidibus’s slim waist, ensaring him further within his heat as his expression contorts to one of pure bliss. Hephaistos whimpers as Themis keeps striking his prostate with absurd accuracy. He can barely get a word out anymore, his entire body flushes with exertion as they continue with this sensual dance. They haven’t even reached the peak yet, and Hephaistos finds himself so woefully overwhelmed. This isn’t good! Hephaistos could tries in vain to keep his emotions in check, to stop himself from crying out but he can’t. ]
[Themis takes in how overwhelmed Lahabrea is and drinks down every sound, every cry. How he moves beneath him, the feel of those legs holding him close, closer still as they move together. Heat surrounds him, that fiery soul rising, so very warm with every thrust. Yet he does not shy away from the flames, he embraces them, wreathes himself in them readily. A heat of his own burns bright, fed by the sights and sounds of his lover, his placid surface thrown into tempestuous storms.
But he catches Hephaistos still trying to keep his emotions in check, trying to hold back his cries. Themis refuses to break his composure until Lahabrea fully gives over, gives in.
Removing his hand from that hip he reaches to stroke Lahabrea's cock in time to his thrusts.]
Still you hold yourself back. Let go.
[The words end with a shuddering gasp. He feels so exquisite within, and slowly now Elidibus begins to increase the pace. So badly does he want to feel the other man break beneath him, so badly does he want to fuck him through his orgasm and spend himself deep within. Pale skin flushed, damp from exertion, Lahabrea gets his wish as he groans with the feeling of it all, moans escaping unbidden.
Soon his pace has sped up until it is fervent, furious, unrelenting.
[It’s hard for Hephaistos to let go and just seize the moment. Even now, he struggles with the idea of letting go of his hard-fought composure. For so long, Lahabrea had to lead and maintain his composure, even during the darkest of times. It’s an unfortunate truth, one that eventually led to his insanity after the Sundering. However, he’s safe within Themis’ arms, isn’t he? He’s enveloped in the younger man’s warmth, his light smothering him with the love he always yearned for. For once in his long life, he feels safe enough to just let go of this façade.
A broken cry escapes Hephaistos once Themis’s hand reaches for his erection. He can’t help himself anymore. He’s being assaulted with pleasure from nearly every angle now. The blissful feeling of being kissed so deeply makes him feel a bit dizzy, along with those nimble fingers stroking his cock. Hephaistos cries out with every stroke, his moans becoming increasingly more fervent and frequent as Themis fucks him into what is certainly the edge of sanity. He tries in vain to hold out, determined not to be bested until Themis hits that spot again deep within that makes him see stars.
It’s then that he feels something warm and wet streaming down his cheeks. It took him a moment to realize what it was—that is, until he noticed just how blurry Themis’s face had become.
Tears? Actual tears? He didn’t even notice the tears until after he felt them trickle down his face. This is beyond embarrassing for him, but he just can’t help it anymore. Every powerful thrust has him wailing in pleasure. Hephaistos tries to shut his eyes to block himself from the visual stimuli, but somehow that just makes it all worse. He doesn’t want Themis to see him like this, but he doesn’t dare try to cover his face. Instead, he squeezes the younger man’s hand with a vice-like grip. Themis’ hand is like his only tether to this mortal plane; it's the only way he’ll be able to find his way back after being thrust into the abyss of his emotions.
Hephaistos wraps his free arm around those slim shoulders, pulling him down so they can be chest-to-chest. His heart is racing now, galloping leaps and bounds like the very concepts he created in decades past. He clings to Themis, gasping as he plunders so far and deep within every inch of his body like a willing sacrifice. Hephaistos could feel his orgasm approaching with each stroke.]
Pressed close as they are, he feels that heart as it races, his own beating at a frightfully fast pace. Now, only now does he allow himself to break, to take as well as to give, matching his lover with hitched gasps and breathless moans, the passion of lust made manifest in the air between them. The hold on his hand serves also as his own tether, binding him so close to the man whom he claims, who claims him in turn. How could they do anything but enjoy this fire together.
Yet they do not burn.
No, instead Hephaistos wails, cries, emotions finally writ plain upon his face and Themis cannot help himself. Through the fog of lust, of pure stark need, he looks down to see the streaming tears of release, of joy, of a thousand unnamed things shine upon those dark cheeks. A sunburst flares to life in his heart and he presses close, closer, kissing away his lover's tears. The words he whispers are for Lahabrea alone, words of absolution, words of forgiveness. Words of love, tucked away like a secret.
One final benediction.
He feels Hephaistos growing close, feels his own end rapidly approaching, and he chases that feeling for the both of them. Fingers squeeze back just as tightly, his hand works between them - he wants to crest together, ascend that final peak. And so soon it comes, overwhelming him beyond sense, pleasure and passion and heat seizing him in a stranglehold and stealing his very breath.
Hand in hand, Themis hurls them both over the edge together.
His hips give a last few stuttering thrusts before he buries himself one final time, entire body bowing and shuddering with a broken cry. Between them his hand moves and milks Hephaistos even as the other man milks him in turn, spending himself deep to fill his lover. Belatedly he moves, determined to fuck Hephaistos through his orgasm and into the aftershocks, a low groan, almost a growl, ripping from him as he does. Finally, he stills, chest heaving, freeing his hand from below to clutch his lover close, to kiss him so tenderly his own eyes prick with emotion.]
[A final gasp escapes Hephaistos as Themis slams into him again. His body felt hot with adrenaline, almost like he was burning from the inside out. He’s like a flickering flame blowing in the breeze, fueled by Themis’ loving hands. As they danced over the crescendo, Hephaistos felt himself suddenly go limp as his cock spilled forth with desire. As the last of his orgasm left him, thick ropes of cum painted Themis’ elegant fingers. His body tensed tightly around the pleasant intruder buried deep within, milking Themis from the hilt. It’s an odd feeling, one of relief and fulfillment. Hephaistos had never felt so alive before. He could feel the young man’s pulse as they rode this orgasm together in unison. His grip around Themis’ weakened, but their fingers were entwined still. The two of them are lovers. Their fates are entwined and bound by fate. While Lahabrea would argue the existence of such a thing, Hephaistos is willing to let things be.
He lay there for a moment in complete silence except for their labored breathing. It’s a momentary reprieve from the emotions stirring within him, a moment to gather his thoughts as Themis sweetly kisses him. It’s adorable, almost too sweet for words to describe. He captures Themis’ lips in return, shyly kissing him now that the deed is done. Their kiss-bruised lips will take a while to heal, but Hephaistos can’t help but be fascinated by the delicate bite marks he gave Themis.
He licked his tongue gently over the puncture with a slight smirk, enjoying the faint coppery taste. Maybe he bit Themis too hard. He tries to remedy this by sharing more tender kisses with Themis, but suddenly he’s kissing the young man all over his face. Hephaistos starts with Themis’ forehead, then his cheeks, before kissing the tip of his nose, and finally his lips. At the end of this ritual, he reminds Themis that he has been claimed with equal fervor.]
[There is silence for that moment, naught but their racing hearts, the flashfire of pleasure fading to a glowing warmth in his veins, and slowly his gasping breaths begin to calm. Their kiss is slow, now, sensual and languid, and he feels acutely the soreness of his bitten lips - but does not care. How can he, when the source had been so sweet? A soft sigh of enjoyment escapes at the gentle touch of a tongue upon broken skin. While Hephaistos licks at his marked skin, Themis takes the time to lift his soiled hand to smirk at the mess Lahabrea has made of him.
He licks his fingers clean, his palm, every bit of seed lapped up.
But then he is the one being kissed, and playfully so. The afterglow in his marrow brightens, his very soul dancing with the energy. That Lahabrea should show such a display willingly, and with him, no less - oh, how Elidibus feels at this moment. The sudden peppering of kisses startles a laugh from the younger man, a bright peal of pure joy. Indeed he had been claimed here as much as he had done the claiming, and there is a bone-deep satisfaction that rests within him at that fact. The completion of something that had begun eons ago, with shy looks and missed glances. Of appreciation and respect, now, turned to something far greater.
He feels himself softening within the other man, and slowly he shifts, slipping out, shifting to lay himself back upon the pillows. In a mirror of motion from what feels like so long ago - had it been so short of a time? Surely they made love for hours, it felt - Themis pulls Hephaistos to rest upon his chest, his neck, his shoulder.
Still-joined hands are brought to his lips, and he kisses each dark knuckle. A declaration.]
I am yours.
[Softly, an oath, a promise, spoken with overwrought voice.]
[Slowly coming out of his hazy-like fog, Hephaistos couldn’t help but grumble as Themis licked his fingers clean. While the act itself is quite stimulating, he cannot help but look a bit dismayed to know that Themis swallowed his cum. It’s a silly thing to squeamish about, especially since it’s his seed. However, Hephaistos doesn’t let this stop him from kissing Themis again. He wants to shower him with affection since he’s feeling quite tender now, in more ways than one. While he's yet to address the mess Themis has made of him, he’s oddly content with this charming little moment between them. He’ll eventually have to visit the bathhouse, but for now he is content with knowing that Themis claimed him with such tenacity.
That means that Themis enjoyed himself, doesn’t it? If so, he’s more than content.
Although, he can’t help but wince a little as Themis carefully pulls out of him. His body is tired, sore, and sensitive. Every little touch causes him to gasp since he feels so raw right now. He let out a pitiful sigh as he lay against the cushions, his heart still racing. However, this momentary respite would be delightfully interrupted as Themis pulled him over towards him. He lays there on top of Themis, blanketing himself over his petite lover like a sturdy comforter. A quiet chuckle escapes him once he feels those gentle lips kiss against his knuckles.
[Time passes like that, with Lahabrea's comforting weight draped over Elidibus. Clouds lazily drift overhead, the sun slowly moves, and all the while the steady sound of the tide keeps them comfortable. So, too, does the gentle rustle of leaves reach their ears as the wind caresses the foliage around them. Indeed the tree and other greenery shields them from view - or would, had that task not been achieved by way of Elidibus's prior magicks.
Indeed they still remain in effect, affording them all the privacy that this time deserves.
But feelings stir, thoughts continue on. Themis would give voice to his, and can only hope that they are returned, in kind. Though, from what he had seen, had felt, it certainly appears to be the case.]
Hephaistos, I would ask something.
[He licks his lips, taking a moment to arrange his words as he wishes them. Though his voice is smooth again, musical, it is laden with his emotions.]
What has happened between us here, I know it to be no mere physical dalliance. We have a bond, have had one for many years, but there is more to this than what we have shared previous. You feel it too, yes? How deep it runs. I would like to explore that with you, as a romantic partner.
[Pausing, he drops a kiss to Lahabrea's crown. Tender, soft. Themis offers not but himself, and all he may bring. But he knows that is enough.]
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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.
Hello spicy my old friend
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.
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.]
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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[Themis kisses exactly as passionately as he's been kissed, indeed that sharp inhale at his lip being bitten shows how he, too, is riding that same wave as Lahabrea. He does not cry out, not this time, but could looks ignite the luminous gaze he fixes upon Lahabrea would cause the other man to burst into flames outwardly, in truth. He draws back again to seat himself fully, giving his lover another moment to adjust - so tight, but that dart of patience will ensure pleasure galore for them both. Once more upon the thrust he ducks his head to sink his teeth into Hephaistos's shoulder, breaking the skin there.
Their marks match now, two bites for two bites in a mirror of claim, reflections dark and pale.
Still leaning forward, Elidibus frees his hand from Lahabrea's hair to grip the man's hip, the intimate contact serving both as reminder and stability. Reminder of whom he lays with, as if he could ever truly forget, and stability to grant him better purchase. He has not released the other man's hand, all throughout whatever passion they may share he keeps that grounding, that sweetness.
Perhaps a tether to lead to love, but for now it remains affection.]
Exactly as you deserve.
[And with that indeed does he begin to thrust into Lahabrea in earnest. The pace he sets is not punishing, not yet, nor it is slow, but he plunges deep, oh so very deep with every stroke - stoking the flames, fanning them to grow. He is firm, unrelenting, hips rolling into the other man and giving Hephaistos exactly what he has demanded. Exactly what Themis desires to give. He takes in the sight of the elder man as he lays beneath, under, and smiles. It is a smile of lust and want and adoration, every emotion writ plain upon that youthful face and clear in just how intensely Themis feels each and every one.
Do you know how marvelous you are like this? How magnificent? That you allow me this, that you grant me this chance, to have you as I would in naught but dreams. You deserve everything and so shall I give you everything, my dearest Hephaistos.
[His words are punctuated by his motions, the litany falling from his lips in time with his thrusts. He angles his hips, just slightly, hoping to catch Lahabrea's prostate as he fucks into him. His voice is still silk upon stone, but husky with pleasure and exertion. ]
Break beneath me, but know you are held, and together we shall push for greater heights.
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This is an unspoken challenge between them—a rivalry in the form of heated passion. Lahabrea wants to see how Elidibus looks in the throes of passion. He wants to see Themis lose himself while fucking him. Dear Elidibus is always the voice of reason among the Convocation. He’s a self-assured young man with an old soul who often acts as a mediator between them. Always so calm and rational, Hephaistos yearns to see all of that melt away to showcase the man that lurks beneath those gentle blue eyes.
He was about to kiss Themis again until the young man suddenly thrust into him harshly enough to wrench a moan out of him. Hephaistos tilts his head back, giving Themis the opportunity necessary to bite his shoulder. The feeling of those pearly whites breaking his flesh is borderline sinful. He shudders at the pain but finds euphoria in the pleasure. A thin trickle of blood slowly flows down from the wound, a little bit of sweet ambrosia for Themis to feast upon at his leisure. Just the idea of them having matching marks makes him want to cum, especially as Themis forces his way inside of him. He squeezes his rough fingers around Themis’s hand, a sign that he’s enjoying himself.
A pitiful groan escapes Hephaistos as Themis plunges slowly into him, touching the deepest parts of him with a level of intimacy he never experienced. He could feel the Emissary’s cock drag over his prostrate with every thrust, further stoking the flames pooling at his very core. Hephaistos doesn’t just lie there and take it, either. No, he moves to meet those thrusts, hoping to swallow more of Elidibus inside of him. He wants to envelope the young man in his heat and scorch him like fire. The deeper he goes, the more Hephaistos finds himself losing himself to the passion. He watches with astonishment and sex-crazed eyes as Elidibus' expression shifts with every movement. Lahabrea has never known him to be this expressive, but “Hephaistos” will catalog every second of their union.]
Your desire is m-mine to grant— [He whimpers in between breathy gasps.] I want to see that calm façade of yours break as well, Themis.
[He tightly wraps his legs around Elidibus’s slim waist, ensaring him further within his heat as his expression contorts to one of pure bliss. Hephaistos whimpers as Themis keeps striking his prostate with absurd accuracy. He can barely get a word out anymore, his entire body flushes with exertion as they continue with this sensual dance. They haven’t even reached the peak yet, and Hephaistos finds himself so woefully overwhelmed. This isn’t good! Hephaistos could tries in vain to keep his emotions in check, to stop himself from crying out but he can’t. ]
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But he catches Hephaistos still trying to keep his emotions in check, trying to hold back his cries. Themis refuses to break his composure until Lahabrea fully gives over, gives in.
Removing his hand from that hip he reaches to stroke Lahabrea's cock in time to his thrusts.]
Still you hold yourself back. Let go.
[The words end with a shuddering gasp. He feels so exquisite within, and slowly now Elidibus begins to increase the pace. So badly does he want to feel the other man break beneath him, so badly does he want to fuck him through his orgasm and spend himself deep within. Pale skin flushed, damp from exertion, Lahabrea gets his wish as he groans with the feeling of it all, moans escaping unbidden.
Soon his pace has sped up until it is fervent, furious, unrelenting.
Still throughout it all he holds his hand.]
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A broken cry escapes Hephaistos once Themis’s hand reaches for his erection. He can’t help himself anymore. He’s being assaulted with pleasure from nearly every angle now. The blissful feeling of being kissed so deeply makes him feel a bit dizzy, along with those nimble fingers stroking his cock. Hephaistos cries out with every stroke, his moans becoming increasingly more fervent and frequent as Themis fucks him into what is certainly the edge of sanity. He tries in vain to hold out, determined not to be bested until Themis hits that spot again deep within that makes him see stars.
It’s then that he feels something warm and wet streaming down his cheeks. It took him a moment to realize what it was—that is, until he noticed just how blurry Themis’s face had become.
Tears? Actual tears? He didn’t even notice the tears until after he felt them trickle down his face. This is beyond embarrassing for him, but he just can’t help it anymore. Every powerful thrust has him wailing in pleasure. Hephaistos tries to shut his eyes to block himself from the visual stimuli, but somehow that just makes it all worse. He doesn’t want Themis to see him like this, but he doesn’t dare try to cover his face. Instead, he squeezes the younger man’s hand with a vice-like grip. Themis’ hand is like his only tether to this mortal plane; it's the only way he’ll be able to find his way back after being thrust into the abyss of his emotions.
Hephaistos wraps his free arm around those slim shoulders, pulling him down so they can be chest-to-chest. His heart is racing now, galloping leaps and bounds like the very concepts he created in decades past. He clings to Themis, gasping as he plunders so far and deep within every inch of his body like a willing sacrifice. Hephaistos could feel his orgasm approaching with each stroke.]
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And Themis is there to catch him.
Pressed close as they are, he feels that heart as it races, his own beating at a frightfully fast pace. Now, only now does he allow himself to break, to take as well as to give, matching his lover with hitched gasps and breathless moans, the passion of lust made manifest in the air between them. The hold on his hand serves also as his own tether, binding him so close to the man whom he claims, who claims him in turn. How could they do anything but enjoy this fire together.
Yet they do not burn.
No, instead Hephaistos wails, cries, emotions finally writ plain upon his face and Themis cannot help himself. Through the fog of lust, of pure stark need, he looks down to see the streaming tears of release, of joy, of a thousand unnamed things shine upon those dark cheeks. A sunburst flares to life in his heart and he presses close, closer, kissing away his lover's tears. The words he whispers are for Lahabrea alone, words of absolution, words of forgiveness. Words of love, tucked away like a secret.
One final benediction.
He feels Hephaistos growing close, feels his own end rapidly approaching, and he chases that feeling for the both of them. Fingers squeeze back just as tightly, his hand works between them - he wants to crest together, ascend that final peak. And so soon it comes, overwhelming him beyond sense, pleasure and passion and heat seizing him in a stranglehold and stealing his very breath.
Hand in hand, Themis hurls them both over the edge together.
His hips give a last few stuttering thrusts before he buries himself one final time, entire body bowing and shuddering with a broken cry. Between them his hand moves and milks Hephaistos even as the other man milks him in turn, spending himself deep to fill his lover. Belatedly he moves, determined to fuck Hephaistos through his orgasm and into the aftershocks, a low groan, almost a growl, ripping from him as he does. Finally, he stills, chest heaving, freeing his hand from below to clutch his lover close, to kiss him so tenderly his own eyes prick with emotion.]
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He lay there for a moment in complete silence except for their labored breathing. It’s a momentary reprieve from the emotions stirring within him, a moment to gather his thoughts as Themis sweetly kisses him. It’s adorable, almost too sweet for words to describe. He captures Themis’ lips in return, shyly kissing him now that the deed is done. Their kiss-bruised lips will take a while to heal, but Hephaistos can’t help but be fascinated by the delicate bite marks he gave Themis.
He licked his tongue gently over the puncture with a slight smirk, enjoying the faint coppery taste. Maybe he bit Themis too hard. He tries to remedy this by sharing more tender kisses with Themis, but suddenly he’s kissing the young man all over his face. Hephaistos starts with Themis’ forehead, then his cheeks, before kissing the tip of his nose, and finally his lips. At the end of this ritual, he reminds Themis that he has been claimed with equal fervor.]
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He licks his fingers clean, his palm, every bit of seed lapped up.
But then he is the one being kissed, and playfully so. The afterglow in his marrow brightens, his very soul dancing with the energy. That Lahabrea should show such a display willingly, and with him, no less - oh, how Elidibus feels at this moment. The sudden peppering of kisses startles a laugh from the younger man, a bright peal of pure joy. Indeed he had been claimed here as much as he had done the claiming, and there is a bone-deep satisfaction that rests within him at that fact. The completion of something that had begun eons ago, with shy looks and missed glances. Of appreciation and respect, now, turned to something far greater.
He feels himself softening within the other man, and slowly he shifts, slipping out, shifting to lay himself back upon the pillows. In a mirror of motion from what feels like so long ago - had it been so short of a time? Surely they made love for hours, it felt - Themis pulls Hephaistos to rest upon his chest, his neck, his shoulder.
Still-joined hands are brought to his lips, and he kisses each dark knuckle. A declaration.]
I am yours.
[Softly, an oath, a promise, spoken with overwrought voice.]
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That means that Themis enjoyed himself, doesn’t it? If so, he’s more than content.
Although, he can’t help but wince a little as Themis carefully pulls out of him. His body is tired, sore, and sensitive. Every little touch causes him to gasp since he feels so raw right now. He let out a pitiful sigh as he lay against the cushions, his heart still racing. However, this momentary respite would be delightfully interrupted as Themis pulled him over towards him. He lays there on top of Themis, blanketing himself over his petite lover like a sturdy comforter. A quiet chuckle escapes him once he feels those gentle lips kiss against his knuckles.
Yes, their fingers are still entwined.]
And I am yours.
[As they should be.]
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Indeed they still remain in effect, affording them all the privacy that this time deserves.
But feelings stir, thoughts continue on. Themis would give voice to his, and can only hope that they are returned, in kind. Though, from what he had seen, had felt, it certainly appears to be the case.]
Hephaistos, I would ask something.
[He licks his lips, taking a moment to arrange his words as he wishes them. Though his voice is smooth again, musical, it is laden with his emotions.]
What has happened between us here, I know it to be no mere physical dalliance. We have a bond, have had one for many years, but there is more to this than what we have shared previous. You feel it too, yes? How deep it runs. I would like to explore that with you, as a romantic partner.
[Pausing, he drops a kiss to Lahabrea's crown. Tender, soft. Themis offers not but himself, and all he may bring. But he knows that is enough.]
What say you?
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