[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.]
[The lull of the sea caused Lahabrea’s eyes to droop as the gentle rustling of the leaves above added to this tranquil ambiance. He was tired but at peace. The comfortable silence urged him into a twilight sleep, one that would be cut short by Elidibus's quiet utterance. Hephaistos opens his eyes once he heard the young man call his name. It takes him a moment to register what’s being said, but once he does—Hephaistos does a doubletake.
He nearly jerks out of Elidibus’s embrace with a panic-stricken expression. A panic forged by the betrayal he suffered at the cruel hands of Athena. He stares down at Elidibus with an unreadable gaze, one filled with mistrust and fear. However, the fear within his carmine gaze lessen the longer he stares into those tranquil blue pools. This isn’t Athena, this is Themis. Themis would never harm him. The Emissary always worked for the greater good of the Convocation. This man is his savior, is he not? He’s the only one to bring out of Athena’s shadow, and into the light once again.]
Themis.
[He whispers his name like a little prayer, the trepidation he once felt ebbing away like morning dew.]
What lies between us is no idle dalliance, not when the emotions between us are this strong. For decades now we have shared fleeting glances only to part ways after casting them. Never could we indulge in the passion that lies between us or allow our love to blossom.
[A sigh escapes him as he lays back down now that sudden rush of aderdaline leaves him. He’s comfortable again, and that’s a good thing.]
…Therefore, I suppose I wouldn’t be opposed to exploring such relations further. I would be remiss to do otherwise, especially when every fiber of my being yearns for it.
[He wraps his arms around Themis and gives him a little squeeze.]
[The response is a placid gaze while Lahabrea reacts, first by freezing in place, then with turmoil. Elidibus holds steady throughout, patiently waiting for the flashfire of emotions to subside. It is natural, he concedes, given the man's background, given what he had experienced. The division of his own soul, the reconciliation, the betrayal... Themis understands. He had been there, after all, for the resolution of it all. So he simply awaits with a small smile.
When the other man seems to reach a conclusion, when he speaks his name, Themis dips his head in a nod. He is listening. Then-
-Acceptance. Reciprocation.
Lahabrea returns to his chest, unaware that Elidibus feels as if he were in flight at that very moment, borne aloft by the wings of his transformed self. Reciprocation. What a heady thing, though light in this instance. Not cloying but providing them both with freedom. A freedom that they now have the time to explore, together.
Then comes the embrace, the small squeeze, and he cannot help but grin. He is happy. And amused, at Lahabrea's format words. Lovers they shall be, then.]
Settled, yes. You have made me far more happy than I could have foreseen for this day upon my awakening.
[He gives Hephaistos a squeeze in return, before a yawn comes unbidden to halt what he had been about to say. It seems the activity and his wakefulness had at last caught up to the younger man. His eyes are heavy, but doggedly he presses on.]
Ah, forgive me. It would bring me great joy for our first act together to be one of comfort. Rest with me? We shall not be disturbed.
[Something akin to a chuckle escapes Lahabrea once he hears that little yawn. It does him so much good to know that he caused that fatigue. It also does him good to know that Themis is so accepting of him and all of his flaws. Athena left a hole in his heart that he thought could never be mended. The act of her betrayal left many scars within him, some of which run deep enough to be etched into his soul. However, Elidibus is the first to attempt to mend such wounds, the first and only.
Lahabrea lets out a little hum as he nuzzles his cheek against Themis’ chest. He’s content to let the younger man act as his pillow for now. After all, Elidibus is quite comfortable and warm. However, he refuses to let go of his hand even now. If they must slumber, then they shall do so with their fingers entwined like two star-crossed lovers. This brings a smile to Lahabrea, especially once he hears Elidibus’ request.]
Of course, there’s no other place I would rather be than in your loving embrace.
[He whispers before leaning over to kiss Elidibus on the lips before he can fully fall asleep.]
When you awake, I shall be here…still holding your hand. There’s no need for us to part so soon.
[Sleepily, Elidibus returns the kiss, a languid smile turning up the corners of his lips. He is completely happy. So unexpected this was, this turn of events - Lahabrea making an appearance, this connection being forged between the two of them. The wonderful intimacy they have shared today.
He settles in, allowing his eyes to finally close.]
Not now, and not any time soon to come. Not of either of us have a say.
[A miracle that they can have this. One he plans on making the most of. He falls asleep like that, with the warmth of Lahabrea around him, with the sound of the surf in his ears. Full of blossoming love, full of potential.
Eventually he will awake, their fingers still entwined. But for now, rest.]
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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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He nearly jerks out of Elidibus’s embrace with a panic-stricken expression. A panic forged by the betrayal he suffered at the cruel hands of Athena. He stares down at Elidibus with an unreadable gaze, one filled with mistrust and fear. However, the fear within his carmine gaze lessen the longer he stares into those tranquil blue pools. This isn’t Athena, this is Themis. Themis would never harm him. The Emissary always worked for the greater good of the Convocation. This man is his savior, is he not? He’s the only one to bring out of Athena’s shadow, and into the light once again.]
Themis.
[He whispers his name like a little prayer, the trepidation he once felt ebbing away like morning dew.]
What lies between us is no idle dalliance, not when the emotions between us are this strong. For decades now we have shared fleeting glances only to part ways after casting them. Never could we indulge in the passion that lies between us or allow our love to blossom.
[A sigh escapes him as he lays back down now that sudden rush of aderdaline leaves him. He’s comfortable again, and that’s a good thing.]
…Therefore, I suppose I wouldn’t be opposed to exploring such relations further. I would be remiss to do otherwise, especially when every fiber of my being yearns for it.
[He wraps his arms around Themis and gives him a little squeeze.]
Then it’s settled, yes? We’re…lovers.
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When the other man seems to reach a conclusion, when he speaks his name, Themis dips his head in a nod. He is listening. Then-
-Acceptance. Reciprocation.
Lahabrea returns to his chest, unaware that Elidibus feels as if he were in flight at that very moment, borne aloft by the wings of his transformed self. Reciprocation. What a heady thing, though light in this instance. Not cloying but providing them both with freedom. A freedom that they now have the time to explore, together.
Then comes the embrace, the small squeeze, and he cannot help but grin. He is happy. And amused, at Lahabrea's format words. Lovers they shall be, then.]
Settled, yes. You have made me far more happy than I could have foreseen for this day upon my awakening.
[He gives Hephaistos a squeeze in return, before a yawn comes unbidden to halt what he had been about to say. It seems the activity and his wakefulness had at last caught up to the younger man. His eyes are heavy, but doggedly he presses on.]
Ah, forgive me. It would bring me great joy for our first act together to be one of comfort. Rest with me? We shall not be disturbed.
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Lahabrea lets out a little hum as he nuzzles his cheek against Themis’ chest. He’s content to let the younger man act as his pillow for now. After all, Elidibus is quite comfortable and warm. However, he refuses to let go of his hand even now. If they must slumber, then they shall do so with their fingers entwined like two star-crossed lovers. This brings a smile to Lahabrea, especially once he hears Elidibus’ request.]
Of course, there’s no other place I would rather be than in your loving embrace.
[He whispers before leaning over to kiss Elidibus on the lips before he can fully fall asleep.]
When you awake, I shall be here…still holding your hand. There’s no need for us to part so soon.
Wrap!
He settles in, allowing his eyes to finally close.]
Not now, and not any time soon to come. Not of either of us have a say.
[A miracle that they can have this. One he plans on making the most of. He falls asleep like that, with the warmth of Lahabrea around him, with the sound of the surf in his ears. Full of blossoming love, full of potential.
Eventually he will awake, their fingers still entwined. But for now, rest.]