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perfectteatime) wrote2022-02-24 05:55 pm
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[ The harder the bite, the more intense the reaction becomes. Lahabrea adores getting bitten like this. He flinches immediately when he feels something sharp pierce his flesh. He initially concluded it was an accident until he felt it repeatedly. Lahabrea notices that his lover has unexpectedly grown fangs. How intriguing. He gazed down at his new lover with genuine astonishment in his eyes before becoming lost in the sensation again. He enjoys it a little too much. Eventually, Byleth bites excessively hard, causing him to hiss in pain. While pain and pleasure can sometimes coexist, this is far too painful.]
Stop trying to devour me—[He complains despite the desire laced within his words. The poor man is nearly too far gone in desire to care what Byleth does to him next. He rubs himself against the palm of Byleth’s hand once he feels the slight friction against his podea. Poor Lahabrea is so painfully hard right now. His erection is straining against the rich fabric, trapped until Byleth finally frees him.
His cock is uncut with a faint ruddy-brown hue. It’s thick and heavy with desire, a perfect match of a man his size and statue. He’s more girth than length but Lahabrea is anything but lacking. A deep moan escapes the Ancient once he feels those wonderfully smooth fingers wrap around his cock. He's twitching already from the attention.]
Such a lewd request.
[Lahabrea scoffs despite doing as told. Creation magick shouldn’t be used in such lewd ways, but here he is loosening his anus using magically conjured lube. He hates himself for it, but Lahabrea is desperate. This seemingly regal but stern old man is desperate to be fucked.]
Stop trying to devour me—[He complains despite the desire laced within his words. The poor man is nearly too far gone in desire to care what Byleth does to him next. He rubs himself against the palm of Byleth’s hand once he feels the slight friction against his podea. Poor Lahabrea is so painfully hard right now. His erection is straining against the rich fabric, trapped until Byleth finally frees him.
His cock is uncut with a faint ruddy-brown hue. It’s thick and heavy with desire, a perfect match of a man his size and statue. He’s more girth than length but Lahabrea is anything but lacking. A deep moan escapes the Ancient once he feels those wonderfully smooth fingers wrap around his cock. He's twitching already from the attention.]
Such a lewd request.
[Lahabrea scoffs despite doing as told. Creation magick shouldn’t be used in such lewd ways, but here he is loosening his anus using magically conjured lube. He hates himself for it, but Lahabrea is desperate. This seemingly regal but stern old man is desperate to be fucked.]
[ Oh, he's a bit of a brat, isn't he? Funny to think of a man this old being a brat but there's no better word. Byleth clicks his tongue, stroking him slowly still. ]
So fussy. Let me take care of you.
[ He leans up, kissing him sweetly, chaste almost compared to what is happening. He pulls him closer, one hand still closed around his cock while the other slips around to probe with his fingers. One slips in with little issue, and eventually a second follows. The thrust into him with the same rhythm as his other hand still stroking him. Slow but deliberate. ]
Do you want more?
So fussy. Let me take care of you.
[ He leans up, kissing him sweetly, chaste almost compared to what is happening. He pulls him closer, one hand still closed around his cock while the other slips around to probe with his fingers. One slips in with little issue, and eventually a second follows. The thrust into him with the same rhythm as his other hand still stroking him. Slow but deliberate. ]
Do you want more?
[In his defense, Lahabrea has been a "brat" since he was a child. It's just that there aren't many people left alive to remember that fact. That would also explain a few other aspects of him, but that's not the point. All that matters is that Byleth give this overgrown brat what he wants, and right now he wants his cock.
He returns Byleth's kisses while attempting to bite him for taking too long. Just a few gentle nips along his lips—nothing too harsh yet. He nibbles on Byleth's bottom lip briefly before letting out a gentle moan when he is stroked, and an even louder one when he is stretched. It will take more than two fingers for Lahabrea. Despite his attempts to relax in his lover's embrace, he is rather tight and likely tense.]
Of course, I do.
[He grumbles against Byleth's lips before suddenly pulling away a little so he could glare at him.]
You know exactly what I want, and I will tolerate your hesitation.
[Lahabrea proclaims this before suddenly leaning forward and biting the gentle curve of Byleth's cheek. Don't worry, he didn't bite hard enough to leave a mark.]
He returns Byleth's kisses while attempting to bite him for taking too long. Just a few gentle nips along his lips—nothing too harsh yet. He nibbles on Byleth's bottom lip briefly before letting out a gentle moan when he is stroked, and an even louder one when he is stretched. It will take more than two fingers for Lahabrea. Despite his attempts to relax in his lover's embrace, he is rather tight and likely tense.]
Of course, I do.
[He grumbles against Byleth's lips before suddenly pulling away a little so he could glare at him.]
You know exactly what I want, and I will tolerate your hesitation.
[Lahabrea proclaims this before suddenly leaning forward and biting the gentle curve of Byleth's cheek. Don't worry, he didn't bite hard enough to leave a mark.]
Edited 2024-06-05 23:23 (UTC)
[ Byleth laughs at his snappiness and the bite to his cheek, returning it as an affectionate kiss. ]
Yes but I want you to say it for me. I think that's a fair trade.
[ His fingers press deeper, crooking and searching for his prostate. A third joins soon, and Byleth looks up at him expectantly. The hand on his cock pauses, squeezing as he rubs his thumb just below the head. ]
Come on. Ask me nicely.
[ That's the key with men like this. They want- need to be brought low. To be given instruction. Released from the suffocating trap of all the responsibilities, all the worries, all of the expectations. He knows it well because he too sometimes craves for it. ]
Yes but I want you to say it for me. I think that's a fair trade.
[ His fingers press deeper, crooking and searching for his prostate. A third joins soon, and Byleth looks up at him expectantly. The hand on his cock pauses, squeezing as he rubs his thumb just below the head. ]
Come on. Ask me nicely.
[ That's the key with men like this. They want- need to be brought low. To be given instruction. Released from the suffocating trap of all the responsibilities, all the worries, all of the expectations. He knows it well because he too sometimes craves for it. ]
[Lahabrea lets out an incredulous scoff when he hears the request. While his face and ears may be flushed red and his eyes heavy with lust, Lahabrea refuses to utter such foul words.]
Do you think I'm so depraved that—
[ He moans directly against Byleth's soft lips after the bastard discovers the sweet spot within him. Despite his best efforts to resist the temptation and maintain his dignity, Lahabrea cries out as Byleth squeezes his cock tightly and adds another finger to stretch him. The lewd sensations cause his ears to burn tenfold. His entire body is now ablaze with desire, thanks to this pesky mercenary.]
Fuck me. [He whimpers against Byleth's mouth.] Please? You will not make a mockery of me!
[Look, he even said "please", but his begging could use some work.]
Do you think I'm so depraved that—
[ He moans directly against Byleth's soft lips after the bastard discovers the sweet spot within him. Despite his best efforts to resist the temptation and maintain his dignity, Lahabrea cries out as Byleth squeezes his cock tightly and adds another finger to stretch him. The lewd sensations cause his ears to burn tenfold. His entire body is now ablaze with desire, thanks to this pesky mercenary.]
Fuck me. [He whimpers against Byleth's mouth.] Please? You will not make a mockery of me!
[Look, he even said "please", but his begging could use some work.]
[ That following up his begging is humorous, but Byleth manages to withhold his mirth. He presses his forehead to Lahabrea's. ]
I'm not mocking you. I'm teasing you. There's a difference. But you did say the magic word.
[ As such he withdraws his fingers and frees his own cock from his trousers, coaxing the man to lower himself onto it. Hands steady his hips, sinking into him with a muted groan.
Once he's fully sheathed, the slow rock of his hips begins. Shallow for now, as he lets his hands wander again up that toned, marred body. When left to his own devices, he keeps everything damnably intimate. Pale green eyes flick up to catch Lahabrea's gaze. They carry a genuine sense of care and enjoyment. Enjoyment beyond sexual pleasure alone. ]
Is that better?
I'm not mocking you. I'm teasing you. There's a difference. But you did say the magic word.
[ As such he withdraws his fingers and frees his own cock from his trousers, coaxing the man to lower himself onto it. Hands steady his hips, sinking into him with a muted groan.
Once he's fully sheathed, the slow rock of his hips begins. Shallow for now, as he lets his hands wander again up that toned, marred body. When left to his own devices, he keeps everything damnably intimate. Pale green eyes flick up to catch Lahabrea's gaze. They carry a genuine sense of care and enjoyment. Enjoyment beyond sexual pleasure alone. ]
Is that better?
[He would have bitten Byleth had he laughed at him. Another small bite on the cheek, and perhaps a few more for good measure. However, his lover controls his mirth by comforting Hephaistos' bruised ego. He gently bumps his forehead against Byleth's, his eyes closing as his lover guides his hips downward.
He lets out a gasp as he feels the familiar hardness pressing against his entrance. Byleth would not have had it so easy if his hole hadn't been sufficiently stretched. Lahabrea is as tense as he comes, a literal tight-ass in every sense of the word. Thankfully, that is a plus here for the both of them.
Lahabrea shudders as Byleth thrusts into him, his piercing red eyes opening briefly. While he appears as stern as ever, his disheveled appearance, combined with that faint rosy blush, is certainly captivating. There are only a handful of people who have ever seen the great Lahabrea in such a state, and now Byleth is one of them.]
Much...better.
[He sighs before claiming Byleth's lips once more.]
He lets out a gasp as he feels the familiar hardness pressing against his entrance. Byleth would not have had it so easy if his hole hadn't been sufficiently stretched. Lahabrea is as tense as he comes, a literal tight-ass in every sense of the word. Thankfully, that is a plus here for the both of them.
Lahabrea shudders as Byleth thrusts into him, his piercing red eyes opening briefly. While he appears as stern as ever, his disheveled appearance, combined with that faint rosy blush, is certainly captivating. There are only a handful of people who have ever seen the great Lahabrea in such a state, and now Byleth is one of them.]
Much...better.
[He sighs before claiming Byleth's lips once more.]
Edited 2024-06-07 03:52 (UTC)
Mmm. Good.
[ It's unclear if it's a word of praise or in response to Lahabrea. Perhaps both. He gladly leans into that kiss, once again carding his fingers through gray hair. He rolls his hips up into his lover faster now, deeper thrusts. Picking up the pace gradually. He's in no hurry. He prefers to lift his partners to a climax rather than drive them there... unless that is the game of the day. There is room for that, but not right now.
He's much more physically fussy than Emet, who for all his verbal whinging, is quite content to allow himself to be taken fully. Lahabrea is far more quiet, stern and reserved in his words, but the bites and tense nature of his body tells another story. A raging fire that needs calming back to a candle's glow. Perhaps Byleth can do little for his woes, but he can at least fuck the frustration out of him. Temporarily.
He'll see how he responds to praise now. ]
You look and feel- hha- so wonderful. Lahabrea.
[ It's unclear if it's a word of praise or in response to Lahabrea. Perhaps both. He gladly leans into that kiss, once again carding his fingers through gray hair. He rolls his hips up into his lover faster now, deeper thrusts. Picking up the pace gradually. He's in no hurry. He prefers to lift his partners to a climax rather than drive them there... unless that is the game of the day. There is room for that, but not right now.
He's much more physically fussy than Emet, who for all his verbal whinging, is quite content to allow himself to be taken fully. Lahabrea is far more quiet, stern and reserved in his words, but the bites and tense nature of his body tells another story. A raging fire that needs calming back to a candle's glow. Perhaps Byleth can do little for his woes, but he can at least fuck the frustration out of him. Temporarily.
He'll see how he responds to praise now. ]
You look and feel- hha- so wonderful. Lahabrea.
[Lahabrea enjoys being praised, despite pretending it doesn't matter. That much is clear from how tightly he clings to Byleth, his entire body basking in the warmth of such compliments. He kisses Byleth's face gently, as opposed to the harsh little nips he gave him earlier. Praise appears to be the most effective way to appease this fussy man. While he still burns brightly, the flames are gentler. Just a little.
Each deep thrust brings Lahabrea closer to the peace he seeks. He does not feel the need to rush Byleth because he enjoys this languid pace, but Lahabrea appears to think he's in control here. That is why he seeks out more tender flesh to defile with his teeth. When the kisses end, Lahabrea turns to Byleth's ear. He licks his lover's ear, brushing his wet tongue against the outer shell before gently nibbling. His bites have become more kittenish, even teasing. He's discovering what Byleth enjoys.]
Call me "Hephaistos." [He demands in between playful nips.] For only he would bestow you with such pleasures...
[There's something to that statement, almost as if Lahabrea is referring to a different version of himself. However, he becomes distracted when a deep moan escapes his lips. For a man who appears stern and silent in public, he is quite vocal in the bedroom.]
Each deep thrust brings Lahabrea closer to the peace he seeks. He does not feel the need to rush Byleth because he enjoys this languid pace, but Lahabrea appears to think he's in control here. That is why he seeks out more tender flesh to defile with his teeth. When the kisses end, Lahabrea turns to Byleth's ear. He licks his lover's ear, brushing his wet tongue against the outer shell before gently nibbling. His bites have become more kittenish, even teasing. He's discovering what Byleth enjoys.]
Call me "Hephaistos." [He demands in between playful nips.] For only he would bestow you with such pleasures...
[There's something to that statement, almost as if Lahabrea is referring to a different version of himself. However, he becomes distracted when a deep moan escapes his lips. For a man who appears stern and silent in public, he is quite vocal in the bedroom.]
[ Ah. There it is. His true name. He remembers when Hades first revealed his own. This feels no less special. No less precious a gift. He tucks a few strands of white hair away, kissing him more tenderly for a moment. ]
Hephaistos. Thank you.
[ He is not thanking him for the aforementioned pleasure, but for the trust. Soon after, he leans his much taller lover onto his back, pressing one of his legs up so he can thrust in deeper, moaning softly. He pins one hand above Hephaistos' head, knitting their fingers together as he plunges his cock down. Feeling accepted goes a long way for Byleth. Maybe it's something deep, psychological, or it's as simple as the gratitude of trust. The fledgling immortal taken into the fold of the experienced ones. The comfort of guarantee that he isn't alone. Either way, he keeps his eyes locked on the man beneath him, gaze only faltering when the pleasure forces them closed. ]
Hephaistos. Thank you.
[ He is not thanking him for the aforementioned pleasure, but for the trust. Soon after, he leans his much taller lover onto his back, pressing one of his legs up so he can thrust in deeper, moaning softly. He pins one hand above Hephaistos' head, knitting their fingers together as he plunges his cock down. Feeling accepted goes a long way for Byleth. Maybe it's something deep, psychological, or it's as simple as the gratitude of trust. The fledgling immortal taken into the fold of the experienced ones. The comfort of guarantee that he isn't alone. Either way, he keeps his eyes locked on the man beneath him, gaze only faltering when the pleasure forces them closed. ]
[While he has heard his true name spoken by others before, this is the first time Byleth has addressed him as such. He is overjoyed to hear his name spoken through those kissable lips, enough that a faint red huge stains his cheeks. A smile crosses his lips briefly, but it is quickly kissed away now that the passion has claimed him.
He hungers now. Hephaistos hungers for the delicious banquet before him. As Byleth adjusts to better accommodate his much taller lover, Hephaistos decides right there that he wants to push this man to the brink of oblivion. However, he is surprised when Byleth arranges to climb onto him, quickly finding the bed's cushions against his back. Hephaistos gives a faint chuckle, clearly amused. His chuckles quickly fade into broken moans as Byleth plunges into him again. He could feel his body clench around Byleth's cock, bringing him even deeper than before from this angle.
Those quiet gasps from earlier quickly increase in volume as Byleth sets a bruising pace. All the tension and reluctance he still felt had vanished, replaced by unbridled pleasure as he let the young mercenary fuck his way inside him. With each thrust, those gentle moans become more fervent, not ashamed to let Byleth know how much he enjoys it. He claws at his lover's body, desperately grasping for anything as he is fucked against the mattress. His desperate cries reverberate throughout the bedroom, and his eyes water slightly at the corners.]
He hungers now. Hephaistos hungers for the delicious banquet before him. As Byleth adjusts to better accommodate his much taller lover, Hephaistos decides right there that he wants to push this man to the brink of oblivion. However, he is surprised when Byleth arranges to climb onto him, quickly finding the bed's cushions against his back. Hephaistos gives a faint chuckle, clearly amused. His chuckles quickly fade into broken moans as Byleth plunges into him again. He could feel his body clench around Byleth's cock, bringing him even deeper than before from this angle.
Those quiet gasps from earlier quickly increase in volume as Byleth sets a bruising pace. All the tension and reluctance he still felt had vanished, replaced by unbridled pleasure as he let the young mercenary fuck his way inside him. With each thrust, those gentle moans become more fervent, not ashamed to let Byleth know how much he enjoys it. He claws at his lover's body, desperately grasping for anything as he is fucked against the mattress. His desperate cries reverberate throughout the bedroom, and his eyes water slightly at the corners.]
Although she used to be much more impatient, as he knows, she's settled to a nice rhythm with him. No pun intended! It is nice, like this. It does remind her of better times not just on Erku but here, too, and the care he's always treated her with despite herself. While she can handle rougher and does like to, there's something to be said about her appreciation for gentle nowadays.
Each gradual, purposeful thrust helps remind her that it isn't just pleasure they're sharing but much more. He's... so much more, in so many ways, and it overwhelms her sometimes. She can't imagine sharing an intimacy like this with anyone else, after all.
"Okay," she breathes out. No need to be afraid with Byleth, right? No need to hold back her voice or her heart. So, she doesn't. The next buck of his hips up into her sees her squeak in delight and moan low but louder. The next sound of enjoyment is hummed against his jawline where she places a loving kiss.
Each gradual, purposeful thrust helps remind her that it isn't just pleasure they're sharing but much more. He's... so much more, in so many ways, and it overwhelms her sometimes. She can't imagine sharing an intimacy like this with anyone else, after all.
"Okay," she breathes out. No need to be afraid with Byleth, right? No need to hold back her voice or her heart. So, she doesn't. The next buck of his hips up into her sees her squeak in delight and moan low but louder. The next sound of enjoyment is hummed against his jawline where she places a loving kiss.
[ Damn if he doesn't utterly love a vocal partner. This is his undoing. Seeing this man come unraveled in front of him, desperate to be so thoroughly fucked drives him neigh to his own climax.
He does try to hold out for Hephaistos to come first, but he doesn't stop when he feels his own peak rushing up on him. He growls a moan through clenched teeth and bucks hard into the other man, burying himself to the hilt before spilling inside of him in a few hot jets. Lucky for him, if his partner hasn't followed suit, Byleth only takes a few seconds to regain himself before getting right back to that blistering pace. ]
He does try to hold out for Hephaistos to come first, but he doesn't stop when he feels his own peak rushing up on him. He growls a moan through clenched teeth and bucks hard into the other man, burying himself to the hilt before spilling inside of him in a few hot jets. Lucky for him, if his partner hasn't followed suit, Byleth only takes a few seconds to regain himself before getting right back to that blistering pace. ]
Good boy, he's told, and he relaxes for the praise. He won't be able to for long though. Already, the man can feel the fever pitch that is his lust only briefly quelled. Just what was in these magicks...? He'd hardly believe it if he wasn't experiencing it full-force right now.
"So much more," he answers, breath heavy and heady. "I want to give you all that I can. Everything." Maybe that's a foolish thing. Maybe he shouldn't be so eager to devote himself so entirely, but... He can't imagine a more worthy man to do so with. To claim so thoroughly as his own and be claimed in kind.
"So much more," he answers, breath heavy and heady. "I want to give you all that I can. Everything." Maybe that's a foolish thing. Maybe he shouldn't be so eager to devote himself so entirely, but... He can't imagine a more worthy man to do so with. To claim so thoroughly as his own and be claimed in kind.
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