tireurdelite | Seasons: IC Contact/Overflow

[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.]

[They enter the bathroom, and Fogado switches on the light (another feature home could definitely benefit from).]

Same. I thought the Somniel was amazing, but stuff here is on a whole new level.

If we had phones at home, we wouldn't have to put our message carriers in danger. ...And people could always ask you where you were.

[Not sure if Fogado would think that was a good thing or not, but his friends might appreciate it.]

Nothing wrong with being a teeny tiny bit elusive, is there?

[How else is he supposed to sneak around places? He plays around a little with the shower and manages to figure out how to turn it on.]

...Actually, don't answer that. I know Timerra would appreciate getting to call me whenever. Plus-- [He glances over his shoulder and smiles.] I might not have realised you needed me, if I didn't use those things to reach out.

I'm grateful that you did. -And, I could talk to you while I was in Brodia and you were in Solm.

[They won't always be on the Somniel together, and they have responsibilities to their countries... but Alcryst wants to stay close to Fogado emotionally, if not physically.]

Hey, if you ever feel like a, uh... extended diplomatic trip to Solm, just let me know. I can show you around properly.

[He steps into the shower, letting the hot water run over his face and hair before he steps aside a little.]

C'mon, there's plenty of room for both of us.

I would love to.

[Alcryst joins Fogado in the shower. He's probably allowed to appreciate the way Fogado looks with the water running down his skin, considering, but he still feels a little embarrassed to be gawking so openly.

He reaches for the soap to start washing Fogado's back for him. He's been in a communal bath before, and this is sort of like that, right? Except about a hundred times more intimate.]

[Solm Palace has some beautiful shared baths -- on the rare occasions Fogado is actually at the palace to enjoy them -- but otherwise getting clean in the desert probably means finding an oasis or relying on the sea. Which, in turn, means Fogado is completely unbothered by Alcryst looking, even without the intimacy they'd already shared.]

Oh, that feels nice. Thanks. [He braces his hands against against the wall of the shower, so he can hold still for Alcryst.]

It's really nothing. [Scrub scrub scrub.]

Someone sold me 'shampoo' for cleaning hair and I've been using it for a few days now. Would you like to try it? It seems to work better than what I have at home. -Also, the kind they sold me is rose-scented.

[just little medieval things: shampoo is Cool and New]

'Shampoo'...? Sure.

[He still needed to find oils for his hair that rivalled the stuff he used in Solm, too, but that's a worry for another time.]

How do I use it?

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