middaeg | [ CATCH-ALL ] I've never fallen from quite this high

[Iskandar's hands leave Waver's body but his lips don't. He moves up to kiss his beloved. It's so feather-light after all that intensity that it ends more of a promise of a kiss than a kiss proper.]

See, dearest?

[The quiet, sweet whisper of a bottle being uncorked and the smell. That particular scent that belongs only to them. Lavender and cedar. Those two speak what Iskandar's plans are before his words do.]

You only have to ask me and I will always grant it to you.

[Iskandar holds the bottle in his hand. In part to heat up its contents but he has another plan. There's a spell to selectively heighten the senses. He learned it not that long ago, practised it until he was sure of his command over it then bound it to that particular bottle. There are more than simply mundane uses for it. When he's sure the oil is warmed and charged enough, he pours enough of it to smear it generously on Waver's thighs, his ass and his own cock. The sensation is instantaneous. He can barely hold it from the touch alone. A low, long moan escapes him.

Iskandar reaches for a cushion, lifts Waver's hips and slips the pillow under him. They're so accustomed to each other than he doesn't even have to look down as he gently spreads Waver's legs, aligns himself and slips inside with another moan.]

You received me so well, dearest.

[He dips down to claim his lover's lips. He can't say if it's the spell working or his hunger he had to hold off, feeling it rising through the whole day. He needs this kiss before he can even start to move. It already feels ecstatic.]

[ The softness of the kiss, the barely-there brush of lips, leaves Waver chasing after him open-mouthed and panting, the wet heat of his tongue sliding along Iskandar's lower lip as he pulls back enough to get the oil.

The scent alone fills Waver with giddy anticipation. It washes over him, fills the room like heavy curtains sequestering them from the rest of the world, enveloping them both with its sensual promise. Waver's thighs part compliantly to the oil-slicked touch of Iskandar's fingers; his feet brace on the mattress as he automatically lifts his hips when he feels his lover reach over for the pillow to ease his comfort and the difference in their heights, familiarly.

His skin feels hot, and the sensation spreads quickly through his veins, sending shivers up his spine and making his belly feel taut and tingly. Waver's toes curl against the sheets, and his breathing picks up, the heady scent of the oil robbing him of coherent thought. ]

Rideeer... [ Waver whines, reaching up for him again as soon as he starts to line their bodies up, trying to wind his arms around his lover's neck. ]

Ride-- ah!

[ Hot, slick friction. Waver's hips jolt up, the intense feeling washing over him in conjunction with the push of Iskandar's cock spreading him open, slowly sinking in, to the melody of Waver's breathless whines and moans spilling free with every gasp.

He kisses back with sloppy desperation and too much tongue, panting openly against Iskandar's mouth. His blunted claws dig in, marking Iskandar's shoulders.

It feels so good, he can't form the words to assure his lover of it-- but it's likely not particularly necessary, not with the way Waver arches in his arms and quivers around him, hips twitching up to work him deeper. The sensation of fullness always leaves him lightheaded with pleasure, makes him want to squirm.

Waver moans again, kissing him exuberantly. ]

[It feels as if not blood, not even fire, but raw lightning courses through his veins, burning his nerves, making him aware of even the smallest movements of their joined bodies. The way Waver's arms circle his neck. The way their hips move seeking more contact. How they kiss with scorching intensity that could easily suggest each one is trying to devour the other. To obliterate any semblance of barrier that could separate them.

Iskandar pushes then pulls away setting a rhythm to their love as slow and gentle as the sea caressing the shore. Beneath him Waver is all tight and hot, back arching, muscles trembling and wails of pleasure. His claws dig into Iskandar's shoulders fueling his lust even more.

There's only one thing that could make this moment more perfect.]

Call me Alexander.

[He asks between the kisses. Too breathless to speak louder than a whisper.]

[ Waver lets out a soft, sweet noise when Iskandar rolls his hips forward, hilting deep enough to make his thighs quiver and his hips shake. And then he starts to move, a slow and even pace that lets Waver feel everything, the smooth friction between their linked bodies, the breathtaking pressure of his girth when he fills him, the heat of Iskandar's body covering his.

It somehow feels even better, nerves alight, his body moving on its own to meet every slide and thrust with white-hot pleasure that thrums through his blood and leaves Waver panting, whimpering, melting into it.

He kisses open-mouthed and messy between gasps, fingers sliding down Iskandar's neck to cup the back of his head and hold tightly to his hair as they move.

The whispered request shivers through him, curls around his heart, grips him tight as Iskandar's embrace. A gentle, earnest command from his King. It feels so deeply personal and intimate in this moment, a name Waver's never heard him give anyone else, an identity he realizes so few in this world understand or know, a past he's held inside himself when all around is a new and strange future so far removed from the man he'd been born as.

Waver kisses him deeply, hips rolling up to take the entirety of him inside himself, body squeezing, shivering around him; his hand slides forward, palm cupping Iskandar's jaw tenderly, lips moving against his. ]

A-Alex... ander...

[ He breathes, tasting the feel of the name on his tongue, tasting Iskandar's mouth with the same a moment later. And then, again-- ]

Alexander.

[It sounds so foreign in his ears now. It's been long since anyone called him by this name. Anyone of the living. To hear it now when he's already drunk on the bliss of their union. It feels dreamy, almost surreal... and yet so present. So aware of every single little detail. Waver's hair damp with sweat. The blinding ecstasy that their kisses are. Their bodies moving in perfect unison.]

Waver...my love.

[They can't... he can't hold it much longer. He can already feel the pleasure rising like a great tide, like a lightning strike, fire from heaven, threatening to swallow him whole and he's more than willing to let it. To melt everything away, leaving nothing but them, here together, in this moment.]

Waver.

[ He loves the sound of his name on Iskandar's lips-- in any capacity, truly, but especially like this: breathless with uncontrolled heat, shivering across his skin, impossibly tender and fervent at once.

Waver hugs him closely, bucking up and arching his body close as he can, nearly off the bed, so his own wet cock slides between the friction of their bellies. Overwhelmed and overtaken by how good it feels, and not just physically, to share a moment so intense, to be given a gift so intimate as the one Iskandar has just given him, Waver doesn't need much more. The surge of pleasure from Iskandar echoing through their Bond already drives him crazy; whatever oil he used this time has only made the experience even more intense, the feedback humming between them like jumping sparks setting his blood alight.

Breathless, Waver tries to whisper his name again, but the syllables devolve into catching moans and keening whimpers. He pants desperately against Iskandar's mouth, loathe to stop kissing him, sloppy and hot.

He comes with his claws in Iskandar's shoulders. It crashes through him in a wave of white-hot bliss, back arched, ears back, thighs shaking. His heels braced on the bed push his quivering hips higher, making sure he can feel every inch of his lover -- and that Iskandar can feel him, unraveling, tense and trembling and melting-hot. ]

[It is as if the stars exploded around them and the air still rings with the memory of it. Waver's moans, the sweetest music to his ears. And yet it is so quiet. All he can hear now is their breathing. Gradually slowing down. Feel the blood drying on his shoulders in places where Waver's claws pierced the skin. He didn't feel it happening, it was all drowned in the pleasure and now it's just an itch. Mildly irritating at most. Nothing he'd spend more than seconds healing. Still, nothing he wants to pay attention to right now.

He pulls out. They did raise the room's temperature significantly but now the cold starts to set in. They drenched the sheets too. So he reaches for a blanket to cover them both. Wrapping Waver in his protective embrace. Right there in his arms, close to his heart. His love. His treasure.]

I could swear that you glow.

[He mutters into Waver's hair as he buries his face in it. It grew longer through all the time they are here. Whatever made Waver decide not to cut Iskandar is grateful for it. His sweetest boy is already beauty beyond comparison but he looks even better with longer hair. He purrs with content. This moment is perfect. He can stay like this forever... or at least until they get the appetite for more. He'd definitely will. This was too good not to repeat. He's just not sure it's the best idea to do it on the same night. On the other hand, magic was useful once... Hmmm...It's difficult to think about spells when he's this exhausted and his mind is still hazy and high on pleasure. Maybe a break for food and drink would help? Shower and changing of the sheets before they continue definitely.

But not now. Right now he's good where he is. More than good.]

[ Waver is equally more than happy to snuggle close against his chest, hot and sweaty though they are, uncaring of the need for a shower at the moment. He couldn't wish for anything more than this, right now.

His lips press to Iskandar's collarbone, his throat, nuzzling beneath his beard. He twines their legs together beneath the blanket. Even though no one is around to hear, his voice remains a private whisper. ]

I love you...

Alexander.

And I love you, my dearest. Waver. My sweet boy.

[It would be easy just to stay like that. He's more than comfortable but they do cool with time and Iskandar is getting more and more convinced that a shower wouldn't be a bad thing. But then he has a better idea. Why go for practicality when you can go for comfort!
A warm bath would be even better!

The issue of preparing said bath is as easily solved. Iskandar just takes Waver with him, still wrapped in the blanket, so he can hold him close, and sits on the edge of the bathtub. He hums some ancient tune waiting for the water to fill the bathtub, his face burried in Wavers hair.]

[ Waver had been dozing in his arms, not entirely asleep but not completely awake either. He mumbles a protest when Iskandar starts to lift him but is quickly soothed by the promise of the blanket staying around him and the reason for their venture: a hot bath sounds great, actually.

Iskandar's warm breath ruffles his hair, the quiet hum of his deep voice a gentle vibration. Waver's ear twitches, soft against his lips. ]

You have... a nice voice.

[ Waver murmurs. He's biased. ]

[Iskandar chuckles. Just a little longer. The sound of water flowing, steam rising from the surface, it all makes him sleepy too.]

Well, thank you.

[That's not a compliment he heard very often. It makes him smile.]

Do you like it? The song?

[Words come as a series of kisses on Waver's twitching ear. It's more of a coincidence, really. Iskandar just doesn't move away once he starts saying them but he definitely likes the effect.]

[ It's ticklish. Waver squirms, but he doesn't actually try to pull away. The fuzzy tip of his ear flutters against Iskandar's lips. He can't control it that well, but it almost seems playful. ]

I do.

What is it?

[That's like asking him to catch it. So he does, holding it only for the brief moment and releasing it with a satisfied purr. Mine. Only then he answers.]

A lullaby.

[He reaches down to check the temperature of the water. Almost there.]

But you know what is most funny about it?

[ Waver makes a small noise, almost a squeak, faux indignant at Iskandar capturing the tip of his ear in his mouth. ]

Hmph...

No. How am I supposed to know?

[Waver gets a quick kiss to his forehead.]

I have no idea what the words mean.

[Iskandar laughs. He still finds it impossibly funny.]

I had so many different people in my army and when we made camp for the night, when they sat to rest around the fires, they sang. Usually songs from their homelands.

[And Iskandar would make his rounds around the camp every time. He always made sure he exchanged a least a few words with all of them. The army needs to know their king. So he heard the songs and ended picking up a few.]

I never made a conscious effort to remember any of those. They just stuck with me somehow.

So you might just be singing absolute nonsense for all you know.

[ Waver laughs, imagining it. ]

Stupid...

Well, whatever it says, at least it sounds nice.

Hey, is the water ready? I wanna wipe down first. You were really... enthusiastic tonight.

[ It might be better to clean up a bit with a washcloth so they're not just sitting in it. Waver's grateful for the idea of soaking though. He's not unused to their various activities but it'll definitely help with any lingering soreness just in case. ]

I might.

Or something terribly obscene.

[Doubtful. The lewd songs have a different feel to them. He knows. He sang them too. They do not have this kind of soothing, rocking you to sleep, repeating verses.]

But no one would ever know. So I think I'm safe.

[Iskandar turns off the water.]

It should be. [He chuckles.] I was. I added something a little extra this time.

[He's definitely less enthusiastic about Waver leaving his lap to get that washcloth.]

Hold on. Let me get you a towel.

[This could be logistically complicated. Or potentially disastrous...]

An obscene lullaby?

[ Waver snorts, shaking his head. ] Only you'd think of such a thing...

[ He eyes the water curiously, sniffing at the air. ]

Added what? [ Waver half-turns to narrow his eyes up at Iskandar suspiciously. ] Don't tell me it's like the something you added to the lube this time.

...which was, er. I mean. It wasn't... bad...

[ He's red. He was so shameless with his noises and desires in bed, but now he's blushing. Idiot. ]

That is exactly what I'm saying. [Iskandar's eyes light up the moment he sees the red creeping up Waver's neck and colouring his cheeks. So beautiful...]

I heard it can be charmed and I just had to try. [He leans down to kiss Waver. He can't stop himself. Not that he even tries.]

I might consider this particular rumour verified but I think I will need more proof to be completely convinced.

[Of course, the research process will need assistance.]

Hnn... well, I guess... you know, for science. Or the advancement of magical knowledge. Or both.

[ Waver kisses back between his mumbling sentences, not at all complaining despite the breathy, whiny quality of his tone. He wriggles around in his blanket cocoon, freeing an arm to curl his fingers over Iskandar's neck. ]

I suppose... I could help you with some more trials... Purely professionally, of course.

[ He leans back enough to grin, still flushed, the tips of his fangs visible. ]

So, wait-- Are you telling me there's no point in getting cleaned up?

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Ha! I hoped you'd be willing to aid me.

[Purely for the advancement of magical sciences naturally...]

But it is. We have a bathtub full of hot water. It would be a shame not to use it now.

[Even if the thought to just drop everything and go straight back to bed is tempting... so is relaxing in warm water.]

We can continue research after that.

Whaat? And here I thought you might be better at multi-tasking than that...

[ Waver teases, leaning up to nip at his lower lip with a laugh. ]

Okay, but really. Washcloth. Water. Let's go.

[Iskandar chuckles.]

Yes, dearest. Right away.

[He deposits Waver on the edge of the bathtub, carefully, and goes to retrieve that washcloth. But not before he kisses him once more. Tasting those sweet lips is not a temptation Iskandar can ever resist. Not when Waver is so close. So warm and delicious.]

You are so easily distracted...

[ Waver mumbles between kisses, indulging him for now before shooing Iskandar away with a laugh. While he waits, he turns carefully on the edge of the tub and starts to dip his feet in. He can't resist the warmth of the water steaming up the room.

He can't resist the view either, openly watching Iskandar's nude form as he crosses the bathroom. ]

How can I not be when you are being so distracting, hm?

[For Iskandar walking around naked is completely natural. It does belong more to a gymnasium or one's home than say a forum, true, but it's not something to be ashamed or afraid of. At least unless one is disfigured or hideously ugly. He knows well he's none of those things.

He's quick to retrieve all the necessary items, even bringing a small stool from the other side of the bathroom to put everything on for easier access.]

Now, where do I start? Hm ... maybe here?

[Iskandar sits on the edge. His arm naturally finding its way around Waver's waist as he leans to catch boy's lips in a kiss.]

Does this count as distracted?

[So many questions with only one answer.]

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