tireurdelite | Seasons: IC Contact/Overflow

[Alcryst is making all the right sound to encourage Fogado to continue lavishing him with his attentions, nipping playfully at the delicate skin of his neck, then moving down to his throat. Sure, he says he's no Diamant, but he doesn't have to be, his hands moving up behind his back to explore the solid, lithe muscles that can only belong to a fellow archer. His hips rock to grind against him, creating a friction that means he lets slip a soft noise of his own.]

[From his perch, Fogado can feel Alcryst's excitement and arousal when he grinds against him. Alcryst would apologize if his mouth weren't occupied with a low groan.]

F-Fogado, please... [He tilts his head to bare more of his neck to him, giving him room to work. His hands are back on Fogado's chest, rubbing more firmly this time.]

[The feeling of Alcryst's growing arousal sends a thrill through him, as does the feeling of his hands on Fogado's chest, and Fogado continues to kiss along his neck, soon pausing to suck at his skin. (He's not trying to leave a hickey on purpose, but if one happens... Oops?)

Soon he decides to slow things down, though, kissing Alcryst on the lips once more to get his attention, gently cupping his face in a hand.]

Hey... Everything good? [Obviously it is, with how Alcryst is all but begging for more, but that's not quite what he means.] If we need to slow it down, you can tell me.

[Alcryst will absolutely be embarrassed to death over hickeys, but that's a concern for later.

It takes Alcryst a second to catch his breath. He feels like he needs something to ground himself, so he reaches for Fogado's other hand and squeezes it.]

This is a lot. But... in a good way, I think?

[You're supposed to be overwhelmed, or at least that's how it goes in some of the books Alcryst pretends to have never heard of or read.]

[Fogado's starry eyes are searching Alcryst's for confirmation he means it, and when he's sure, he squeezes his hand in return.]

Good. Then let me help you with this.

[He kind of interrupted Alcryst before he could finish taking his shirt off, so he helps him out of it. Then he runs a hand down his chest, pressing kisses to the corner of his mouth, to his jaw, as he rolls his hips against him, his arousal, a second time. As long as he's sure Alcryst is happy, then he can enjoy himself with no reservations, too.]

Fogado-

[Alcryst's skin is burning where Fogado touches him. His hips jerk up to meet Fogado's, the added friction tearing a gasp from his lips.]

Is it - would it be okay to ask for more?

[This may be the bravest thing he's said in his life.]

Anything for you.

[Fogado's practically breathless with desire himself, so he shifts off of him and back onto the couch, next moving to unfasten the fly of Alcryst's pants. He caresses a hand along his need through his underclothes, eyes flicking up to Alcryst's.]

It'd be wrong not to take responsibility. Look what I've done to you. [He smiles at him, teasing, beginning to rub his length in slow, gentle strokes.]

[From Fogado, Alcryst can almost believe it, that he could ask for anything and Fogado would give it to him.

His breath hitches, and he reaches out to palm at Fogado through his pants as well, clumsy but eager.]

You too. That's - because of me. [He says it in awe, like it's a miraculous thing. Fogado is aroused because of him. He did this.]

[Alcryst's touch sends a shiver down his spine; the loose and airy clothes he's so fond of wearing don't leave much to the imagination when it comes to touch.]

Guess you found me out... I want you so badly. [He leans in to kiss him again, even while they're touching each other, like his affection for him is so boundless he can't contain himself.]

[It's hard to kiss someone and moan at the same time, it turns out, and both of those are extremely important things for Alcryst at the moment. He does his best!

Fogado's clothes are fairly loose, so it's not that hard to pull them down and out of the way. He wraps his hand around him and matches the rhythm that Fogado has set.]

[Fogado had been happy to just take care of Alcryst, so to have him be so forward catches Fogado off guard -- but not at all in a bad way. He lets out a small gasp and a moan of encouragement, pressing unconsciously into his hand with want. Yet his own touch on Alcryst doesn't slow, taking him in his hand fully, starting off slow but soon increasing the pace.]

Just-- just like that, yeah. [He can barely think straight, but he wants to give Alcryst assurance.]

[As though Alcryst would not immediately be determined that Fogado should feel as good as he does, if not better. He presses into Fogado's hand, shame momentarily discarded in favor of need as his own strokes match Fogado's pace.]

You're beautiful. [That's not the right word to describe a prince, but it's what comes to Alcryst's lips now. He'll apologize later.]

So are you. I love looking at you.

[Right now, when he's hot and flushed with need, yet even now he's thinking of Fogado's pleasure as much as his own. He adores that about him. But he also just likes looking at him in general.

He slows down the pace to slower, deliberate strokes, noticing Alcryst's tip is leaking a little, using his thumb to smear precum around the head.]

Oh, that's - oh-

[More precum leaks out, and Alcryst's hips stutter in their motion.]

I, I won't last very long. [Not that anyone should have expected anything else of him, but he feels like he should at least say it first.]

Then, can I try something else before you finish?

[While he's regretting changing positions when it means leaving Alcryst's touch, Fogado's already shifting before he gets an affirmative, moving to kneel on the floor in front of Alcryst. He takes his cock in his hand, and he looks up at him, licking his lips to moisten them and a mischevious glint in his eye.]

It'd be a shame to make a mess of your nice new place. [But making a mess of Fogado? Absolutely fine.]

-eh?

[There's a second where Alcryst doesn't process Fogado's intentions, not because he doesn't know what oral sex is, but because he can't comprehend Fogado wanting to do it for him. Then reality sinks in.]

Y-y-you don't need to do something like that! I-I'm usually the one on my knees anyway, you don't have to-!

[Isn't this backwards??]

So let's give your poor knees a break for a change and turn the tables a bit. You said yourself it won't be for long, right?

[He resumes stroking him again, nice and slow.] But only if you want it, Alcryst.

..........I really want you to...

[Someone should give Alcryst a medal for all the brave things he's said today.]

[Fogado's so, so proud of him, and while he doesn't have a medal, he can give him something better. He smiles and, without another word, leans forwards to press his lips to the base of his cock, moving up the shaft with gentle kisses until he reaches the head -- partly to tease just a little more, partly to get him used to the new sensations. Then he opens his mouth, slowly taking Alcryst's head inside, eyes pointed up for his reaction as he swirls his tongue.]

[Even if it didn't feel as amazing as it does, just the sight of Fogado like this might be enough to push Alcryst over the edge. It's a vision Alcryst might have burned into his memory for the rest of time. The actual sensation of it, the wet heat of Fogado's tongue, is far too much to handle.

He doesn't get a chance to warn him before he comes into Fogado's mouth with one last cry of Fogado's name. It's a miracle he manages to keep his hips mostly still in the process.

Please give him a second to come down from his high before he gets to the mortified apologies.]

[Fogado can feel the hot stickiness coat his mouth and tongue and he lets out a muffled moan, gently stroking Alcryst until he's sure he's completely spent, so he can swallow down every last drop. His eyes are half-lidded, still painfully hard himself, yet satisfied to feel Alcryst's pleasure sliding down his throat. When he's done, he withdraws Alcryst from his mouth with a wet noise, licking his lips again and gazing up at him with nothing short of adoration.]

Thanks for letting me be greedy.

[Hearing him say his name like that, the look on his face... He's not going to forget that any time soon, either.]

[Alcryst is capable, when he perceives himself as having done an injustice that needs to be corrected, of great feats of speed and strength.

In this case, he has come - incredibly satisfyingly, he might add - and Fogado has not.

Which is why, as soon as he's caught his breath a little bit, he nearly tackles Fogado to the floor in his haste to get his hands back on him. He wraps a hand around him to stroke eagerly, while the other splays on his chest as he goes in for a kiss. The last thing on his mind right now is what his own spend tastes like. Fogado hasn't come yet, and that is absolutely unacceptable.]

[Fogado had been trying to play it cool, but he's so dizzy with unsated desire that he's thrown totally off guard at the speed at which Alcryst jumps him. Though he does hastily put his arms out to catch him, before he can even process what happens next, there's a hand on his cock, the other on his chest, Alcryst's lips on his, and his back arches up into Alcryst's hand, because damn if this isn't the best kind of surprise ever.

All he can manage to do is let out a desperate, muffled moan against Alcryst's lips, his hands gripping tightly to the other archer's back, completely overcome as he strokes him.]

[This is almost certainly the first time he's gotten that surprised expression out of Fogado. Alcryst would be a little proud of himself if he wasn't busy with much more important things.

He kisses Fogado deeply, picking up the pace of his strokes. Fogado had said he didn't want to make a mess of Alcryst's apartment, but that's the last thing Alcryst cares about right now. Fogado can make a mess of anything he needs to.]

[Fogado closes his eyes and melts into him, the desperate noises in his throat only continuing as his tongue explores the heat of Alcryst's mouth, clinging to him so much that he almost forgets how to breathe. It's in that moment, bodies intertwined, that he loses himself completely; his pleasure spikes and his back arches, coming in Alcryst's hand with a muffled cry of ecstasy.]

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