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[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.]

[Alcryst strokes him through it, continuing to move his hand until he's satisfied that he's drawn out every last drop. He pulls back and sits up on the floor, with a rare, tiny smile on his face.

...He's not really sure what to do with his hand now, so he just wipes it off on the floor. He'll clean it up after Fogado's gone.]

[When Fogado catches his breath and finally comes down from seeing stars, his chest is heaving, he's shining with sweat, and some of his come is staining his muscled stomach, but he doesn't seem to mind any of those things. Right now all his attention is on Alcryst, on that precious little smile on his face, and he reaches to touch his cheek.]

That was-- the hottest thing ever. You're a natural at this.

[He was the one trying to spoil Alcryst, and yet he was the one who wound up getting wrecked instead. Hello???]

[Oh. Alcryst's face turns red, the previous confidence gone.]

I just... wanted to make you feel as good as you made me feel, that's all.

[Fogado gently pulls him closer, twining an arm around him once more.]

You did. I loved every second.

Then I couldn't be happier.

[Alcryst wraps both arms around Fogado and hugs him warmly, hiding his smile in Fogado's shoulder.]

[Fogado presses a kiss to Alcryst's hair, enjoying their closeness. Never in a million years would he have imagined things would move this fast, but Alcryst evidently has a way of surprising him. They say Brodians are fearless both on and off the battlefield, but the younger prince is truly in a league of his own.]

What I love even more is seeing you happy. You deserve so much, Alcryst.

[Alcryst wouldn't call himself fearless in any capacity. But he trusts Fogado completely - with his back in combat, with his heart, with his body.]

Well - you're the best person at making me happy, so that shouldn't be a problem?

[Even if he doesn't agree about what he deserves.]

[That kind of trust doesn't come anywhere near as easily to Fogado, and that's perhaps why it seems so courageous.]

Of course it's not a problem. Everything I do, I do for the people I love.

[And maybe for the sake of a good party, but details. He shifts to sit up properly, still feeling blissed out and content, but he can't just lie on the floor all night.]

I'm gonna go get cleaned up, if you want to join me?

[Maybe if Alcryst hopes really hard that he missed it, Fogado won't notice how bright red he turned at the word 'love'.]

Th-that! Sounds great actually, the showers here are really something special-

[aaaaa]

Then you'd better show me how it works, just in case it's different to mine.

[His clothes are left dumped around the floor by the couch, and he gets to his feet, stretching. Either he's totally oblivious to how flustered Alcryst is, or doing a very good job of pretending he hasn't noticed.]

I assume they're all the same, but I'd love to have them at home...

[Alcryst stands up, trying to think about how cool Ellipsa technology is and not how Fogado just said the L-word.]

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