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[ It earns a soft laugh from Byleth. A thing that comes easy now, but used to be quite unheard of. ]

I have my interests. Your colleagues have spoken of you to some degree, though I prefer to form my opinions based on your own words.

[ Lahabrea burned. Themis' words echo in his mind. ]

Very well. Hmm. I suppose I can begin with the unusual circumstances of my birth?

[ From here, Lahabrea gets the abridged version of Byleth's strange life. He only focuses on the odd bits really, or absolutely vital information. How he was born of a homunculus and a human, how he was to be the vessel for a god that instead took a liking to him and gave him her power instead of taking his body as her own. How he ended up as a professor, then fought a war, then ended up as the archbishop of a religion he didn't exactly subscribe to.

He speaks of the Nabateans, of his class, his students, and he loss of his father. It's not a story that sounds even remotely realistic, but Byleth never falters. ]

[And burns he does. While Lahabrea does an excellent job portraying the stern old sage, he is much more than that. While he has reconciled with his lesser half, Lahabrea is well aware of the more vibrant personality that exists deep within him. He differs significantly from his true self, unwilling to be simply "Hephaistos" around those he mistrusts. It's a widely known fact, and Themis is well aware of it.

Byleth might eventually learn this in due time.

For the time being, Lahabrea is content to listen and learn more about this little rapscallion. How dare someone like Byleth be so interested in him! It's almost absurd. He watches Byleth with a stern gaze reminiscent of an inferno. However, his expression changes slightly as the youth discusses his origins. His smoldering gaze was more of a gentle flicker.]

A homunculus meant to become a vessel for a wayward deity?

[Something akin to a sigh escapes Lahabrea. Is it pity? No, it's...something else.]

My, I've grown tired of those who seek godhood. While I won't mention her name here, someone I once cherished wished to do the same.

[He will not invoke Athena's name here even though her shadow lingers over him still.]

It seems we share a similar tale in that regard, although...there are differences.

Edited 2024-05-24 03:54 (UTC)

I have to say, Godhood is not fun. I would never have sought it on my own, the diety who gifted her powers unto me was Sothis. She was more of a friend than a god to me... but she gave to me herself to save my life.

[ The mention of a similar experience makes him tilt his head. ]

I won't pry unless you wish to speak on it... but I cannot imagine wanting that power or responsibility. I had seen at one point, into my own future. To outlive those I cared for, to never trust another? It was a lonely existence.

It seems shortsighted to pursue that life.

[Despite their similarities, their stories are fascinatingly different. It's quite refreshing. This encounter serves as a reminder to Lahabrea that not everyone's scars are the same. However, it makes him even more hesitant to reveal his truth to Byleth. He hesitates not because he is afraid of being judged, but because he is afraid that invoking Athena's name here will bring back all of the terrible memories he has suppressed. Lahabrea is a secretive man who surrounds himself with thorns. It was the only way he could exist in a world that strove for perfection.

However, he doesn't need his barbs here. At least, not with Byleth. This is why he is debating whether or not to burn away his thorns for something much gentler. After all, Byleth truly doesn't mean him any harm.]

It is indeed shortsighted to seek such power, especially when it comes at such a high cost. However, that has never prevented fools and dreamers alike from achieving the impossible. This is what transpired shortly after Erichthonios' birth, this is what...Athena done.

[He takes a deep breath, pausing briefly as he muddles through his thoughts. Despite being possibly one of the most powerful beings in existence, he still struggles with his emotions. It's a lamentable truth, one that he truly detests.]

Athena was my wife, and despite her intelligence, she desired power. If I hadn't been forced to intervene, she would have willingly given up both my son and me. For the sake of our Star, I had to stop her, but her death condemned me to eternal sorrow.

That is... an unenviable position to be in. It does remind me of someone else in my life...

[ Rhea... Byleth can empathize on that, but he takes a slow sip of tea. ]

It seems like you and I have many points at which we connect. Still, I cannot imagine how hard that must have been from your own spouse.

[ He extends his hand, resting it palm up on the table. A quiet offer for contact. To be taken or left. ]

I like to think of this place like a second chance. A chance to enjoy the things I was denied, to develop in new directions, to learn what I would have otherwise never had the chance to. A vacation of sorts, but an extended one. A kind of blank slate.

A rather hedonistic one, but a blank slate nonetheless.

[He couldn't help but stare as Byleth extended his hand towards him. The action itself perplexed him, especially since Lahabrea had not expected such sympathy. To him, sympathy was always more like 'pity' than anything else. He never knew what to do with sympathy, despite occasionally yearning for it. He stares at Byleth for a moment longer before tentatively taking his hand.

There's nothing wrong with this, right? He certainly hopes not.]

A second chance, you say? That's an intriguing perspective.

[He lets out a thoughtful hum as he gently squeezes Byleth's hand.]

If so, I'd like to try new things, and I wouldn't mind trying these...new things with a partner.

[ Good. His thumb moves over Lahabrea's knuckles gently as he then brings it up to press a kiss to the back of his fingers. That's the confirmation he needed. ]

I think I would be happy to oblige you in that, if you like.

Perhaps we ought to retire upstairs?

[ Yeah, he's going for it. ]

[Lahabrea isn't easily impressed by others, but he couldn't help but smile when Byleth kissed his hand. While he shouldn't be so taken with Byleth's simple gesture, he finds it amusing. Perhaps he is warming up to the idea of continuing this relationship. After all, Byleth does not seem like a bad person. They come from very different backgrounds, but despite their differences, they are also extremely similar.

This is quite refreshing, especially since Lahabrea was concerned he would be too old for Byleth.]

Already trying to whisk me away upstairs to your humble abode?

[He smirks.]

You're quite fortunate that I'm amenable to the idea.

[ Don't worry, Lahabrea. Byleth is a professional old-man-fucker. He's ready to take this on with zeal. He laughs at being lightly called out. ]

I'm afraid you've seen through my master plan.

[ He stands, still holding Lahabrea's hand and moves to lead him up to his room. ]

Now... I feel it fair to present this up front. I can do things both ways, as it were. It is only a small thing to change it up. So, it depends on your preference in what-

[ Right, he should not just. Say words outright. ]

In what parts you would prefer.

[Lahabrea lets out a quiet chuckle as Byleth leads him upstairs. If everything is going as planned, then who is he to deny Byleth of his whimsical fun? He's oddly charmed by this silly youth, especially after witnessing him smile like that. Byleth's cheerful demeanor helps him relax quite a bit. However what Byleth says next wins a curious glance from Lahabrea.]

Is this so? Well, I certainly have no complaints about the form presented to me now.

[In fact, he really likes Byleth's dark green hair and midnight-blue eyes. They are quite stunning, in his opinion. However, he is curious about what Byleth means by "parts". He vaguely remembers seeing Byleth as a deer-like satyr not so long ago.]

You mean to state you can alter your genitalia on a whim?

[Leave it to Lahabrea to be so direct. It's one of his many flaws.]

Intriguing; I don't have much of a preference for such things, but I'm curious to see what you can do.

Indeed. You see, I was born with a female body, which I rather didn't prefer, so I chose to present to the world as a man. As such, when I arrived, the Peacekeeper erred in what to equip me with.

I chose to make it interchangeable as I do enjoy versatility above much else.

[ His choice then. Well. He has a cock right now, so that's what he will stick with for the time being. Perhaps he can change it up if Lahabrea can withstand his rather energetic appetites.

For now, he's closing the door behind them and immediately pressing Lahabrea to it, leaning in and kissing him. A gentle kiss at first, because despite Byleth's reputation for being easy, he's also more for the romantic side of things when left to his own devices. ]

[Even though Byleth claims to enjoy versatility, Lahabrea believes it is impolite for him to request that the young man in front of him change himself to suit his preferences. Lahabrea has more experience with women than men, but he's making up for it in the simulation. After all, he can thank Elidibus for that. Sometimes the emissary does not give him any rest.]

You need not worry about my preference, Byleth. I find the male form just as appealing as the feminine—

[Lahabrea barely finishes explaining himself before Byleth pounces on him. His young lover immediately pushes him up against the door, deciding to begin their rendezvous with a chaste kiss. The initial shock fades quickly as Byleth's sweet lips press against his. Lahabrea lets out a quiet moan as he settles into the kiss. He closes his eyes and relaxes, allowing himself to be carried away by the lust buried deep within.]

Edited 2024-06-03 02:31 (UTC)

[ Hands move up to card through gray hair, and Byleth gladly reignites the kiss with more intensity now. Yes, he will be driving tonight. He tugs the older man from the wall, walking them back towards his bed, interspersed with more and more hungry kisses.

He doesn't push too fast, but he does dictate the pace.

His hands roam, sitting back on the bed and coaxing Lahabrea to straddle his lap for the time being. Mostly affectionate touches at first. It's very clear this man has been at a dearth of that in his life.

He is also going to undress him the traditional way. He knows the Ancients have a habit of simply making things happen instantly when they prefer to, but there is a ritual to be had in undressing. Caressing touches, roaming palms, tickling fingers, soft lips. He's going to be treated to it all. ]

[Lahabrea gasps as Byleth pushes him onto the bed. He is more than prepared to let Byleth take the initiative here, especially since his young lover kisses him so passionately. Those ravenous kisses are reciprocated tenfold as Lahabrea nibbles on Byleth's plush lips. He nibbles gently across his bottom lip, carefully adding just a hint of pressure here and there. Lahabrea enjoys biting, but for fear of offending Byleth, he refrains from doing so. His hand wanders instead, casually mapping Byleth's lithe form with his fingertips. He wants to remember everything about Byleth, from the smoothness of his skin to the faint heartbeat against his chest.

As he straddles Byleth's lap, a tinge of concern interrupts his lusty thoughts once his new lover undresses him. While he's gotten accustomed to such shenanigans with Themis, he's strangely concerned that Byleth may not like what he sees. Lahabrea, or rather Hephaistos, bears several wounds that reflect his traumatic origins. He is not as smooth and dainty as some of Byleth's previous boyfriends. Hephaistos had a difficult existence, as evidenced by the detailed scars on his chest and the small nicks on his arms. He is one of the oldest of his kind, possibly the oldest based on how he portrays himself. Yet despite the white-graying hair and deep set wrinkles, Lahabrea is still quite handsome.

Hephaistos looks down at Byleth with a hint of worry in his carmine gaze, clearly begging for him not to judge too harshly. He feels so exposed right now, so vulnerable. It feels odd not to have Themis’ arms around him, but this feeling of vulnerability won’t last for long. After all, he is safe with Byleth.]

[ Oh if only Lahabrea knew the extent of Byleth's life. Just look at his husband after all! As skin is exposed, there is no judgement. In fact he seems to absolutely admire the scars and marks. He eagerly takes off his own shirt revealing very much the same. All evidence of his life as a mercenary. Markedly, a large incision scar down the center of his chest. Where the crest stone had been placed in place of his heart.

He smiles, running a hand down Lahabrea's bare chest before leaning back in and pressing a his lips to it. He trails kisses down, back up, nibbling playfully. It's going to take time to learn each other, naturally. For what it's worth, there was not a moment of hesitation for him. He is just as eager as ever as he closes his mouth around the peak of a nipple, rolling his tongue over it.

He does test lightly with his teeth, gauging the reaction. He wants to know exactly what makes this man tick. ]

[Oh? Whatever anxiety Hephaistos has is immediately relieved when he sees Byleth's scarred chest. It appears that the young mercenary has also had a rough life. While their paths diverged greatly, they both had stories etched into their flesh. This brings great comfort to Hephaistos. As he traces his fingers over Byleth's scars, he lets out a faint chuckle. He is now more comfortable touching Byleth, subconsciously letting down his guard around his newly acquired lover.

He fights back a moan as Byleth's hand brushes against his chest, oblivious to how sensitive his nipples are. The sensation of Byleth nibbling his skin is enough to make him hard. He gasps as the mercenary clamps down on his nipple with his tongue, clearly enjoying the sensation of his mouth around him. Hephaistos gently cards his fingers through Byleth's short green locks, encouraging him to continue sucking at his chest.

He likes it, judging by the hardness poking at Byleth's abdomen. He sure likes those teeth! When Byleth bites him, Hephaistos gives a long deep groan and tilts his head back in ecstasy.]

Edited 2024-06-04 15:49 (UTC)

[ Byleth is anything if not observant. Every reaction is noted and stowed away in his little protagonist-driven brain that will tell him how to properly romance someone.

He can feel Lahabrea hard against him, but being the horrible tease he is, he doesn't touch him, not yet. No, instead he goes on kissing and biting his way over the man's skin. The bites become harder and harder as he tests what excites his partner the most, or what is too much.

That's odd... did his teeth somehow become sharper? There begins to be distinct fang marks where there were not before.

At long last, he palms that stiffened length through the fabric of the podea, rubbing the heel of his palm against it before hooking his thumbs into the hem of the garment and pushing it down to expose him. Fingers wrap around the base, just holding it there while with the other hand, he traces one finger up the underside. ]

Can you make yourself slick for me?

[ His guess is yes, if his knowledge of creation magic holds true. ]

[ 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.]

[ 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?

[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.]

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. ]

[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.]

[ 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?

[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.]

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.

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