Who: Waver Velvet & friends
When: throughout February
Where: Aefenglom
What: hanging out, trauma recovery, cuddles, h/c
Warnings: nsfw in some threads
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[ 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. ]
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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.]
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[ 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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[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.
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[ Waver teases, leaning up to nip at his lower lip with a laugh. ]
Okay, but really. Washcloth. Water. Let's go.
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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.]
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[ 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. ]
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[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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[ Waver laughs-- after obliging him with a kiss, of course. He turns as much as he can without getting his lower legs out of the tub, knee pressing to Iskandar's, one hand braced on the edge of the tub beside him. ]
For someone who drew a bath supposedly to get clean, I feel like your thoughts are still way too dirty...
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[Iskandar drops the washcloth into soapy water, wrings the excess out it. Not well enough for some of that water not to trickle down Waver's back along his spine, when Iskandar applies the washcloth to his neck and then shoulders in small circles.
That he's able to perform all of those tasks with one hand only is a feat on its own. Because, no, he won't move his arm he's holding Waver with. Don't even try to make him.]
I would contest your definition of dirtiness were you even slightly wrong in your assumption. [He grins. Completely shameless.] I cannot agree though that I am solely at fault here. You are making it impossible for me not to think of sex. [All the time? Well, most of the time.] You are just too beautiful.
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[ Waver grumbles, not unhappily, leaning into every touch with unmistakeable enthusiasm. It's just amusing giving Iskandar shit for it when he's thinking the same thing.
You'd think he'd be used to the compliments by now, but it still makes him flush being called straightforwardly beautiful. He doesn't see it, exactly-- but it's nice. It makes him want to try to meet Iskandar's standards and be attractive for him, even if his self-image isn't something he's usually paid much attention to. It makes him want to show off a little, get Iskandar to call him things like that over and over again.
Waver arches his back under the pretense of letting him scrub it, rubbing his thigh against the outside of Iskandar's beside him with a smile. ]
How's this? Helping? More distracting...?
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I wouldn't dare. I did say not solely, didn't I? I gladly accept most of the responsibility for wanting you all day... [He grins.] and night. Mostly night.
[He leans down to plant a quick kiss on Waver's shoulder.]
My treasure.
[He chuckles at the barrage of questions.]
Both. But I won't say it's a bad thing.
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[ Waver observes in a sly murmur. He's absolutely terrible at anything approaching dirty talk, and it can never come out in more than a quiet volume even when he's trying, but his lack of eloquence on the subject doesn't restrain him from being able to act on it. One soft hand slides up the inside of Iskandar's thigh, and his gaze makes his meaning clear even if that didn't.
Whether he means in general or right now depends on the state of Iskandar's dick and how distracted he's actually getting. At this rate, they might end up splashing more than strictly necessary if they do get in the tub. ]
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[Oh, he's plenty distracted. The combination of steam driving the temperature up, his own insatiable appetite and Waver sitting there all naked and gorgeous can only ever have one result. Iskandar makes no effort to hide his erection. It just proves his earlier point.
He still, however, makes an attempt at pretending he's goal is to clean Waver but it's getting more and more obvious that washcloth is just an excuse for him to keep his hands on his boy.]
Though thinking is hardly what it's truly best at.
[Some splashing has never killed anyone. Besides, they can clean it later.]
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Don't worry. It's not like I'm expecting it to give a university lecture. Though that would be rather impressive.
[ Waver reaches over to grab Iskandar's arm, pulling it back around in front of him so he can tug the soapy washcloth from his fingers. ]
Here. My turn.
[ With that assertion, he shifts his weight and slides down into the bath, the water sloshing upward with the displacement while Waver wriggles around in the tub, repositioning himself so he's kneeling half-submerged. His hands urge Iskandar to open his legs around him, letting Waver sit between his spread knees as he watches, looking up through his lashes. The flush from the steam and heat of the bath coupled with his own arousal and embarrassed eagerness leave him pink and damp, hair tousled and ears amorously drawn back as he lifts his head toward his lover like a flower opening in the morning. ]
Let me... take care of you?
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Now, that would be quite a spectacle, wouldn't it?
[He feigns indignation when the washcloth is stolen from his hands but let's Waver guide him, curious what the boy is up to. Then all it takes is one look to take his breath away.]
In a moment. Let me just ...
[Iskandar doesn't even try to finish. Utterly smitten by the view he reaches to tilt Waver's chin up so he can lock their lips in a kiss, slow and sensuous. No milk, no honey, not ambrosia of the gods high on the Olympus can even compare to how sweet his boy is.]
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He lets Iskandar take the lead, opening up to his advances and reacting sweetly, kissing back softly. A low moan escapes into Iskandar's mouth, muffled between them. Waver's hand not holding the washcloth rubs along the inside of his thigh, trimmed claws very gently scratching up and down to provide added sensation. ]
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Mhhhm... I'm glad we're not in Greece.
[He mutters, one hand idly tracing the line of Waver's jaw, the other comfortably settled on the small of his back just above the tail.]
I would have to hide you well if we were there. I'd be afraid one the gods could come and steal you from me.
[He hesitates. He wants to slip into the warm bath and draw Waver closer but that hand on his thigh is equally enticing. It urges him to wait and see what his sweet boy intends to do.]
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[ Waver laughs breathlessly, licking his lips as he pulls back and down again, settling himself between Iskandar's thighs. ]
You're biased. I don't think a god would be too interested in me, but thanks for the vote of confidence.
[ Dipping the washcloth into the water briefly to make sure it's warm, Waver starts to wash him, first rubbing it over his thighs, especially where the skin is sensitive along the insides. Then, between his legs, very gently, washing away the evidence of their previous activities -- for now -- so he can indulge his king a different way. He's been... practicing.
Just ask Berserker.When Iskandar is clean, Waver washes off any soap with the water-- making good and thorough use of his hands in the process, stroking Iskandar's arousal slowly. He steals a peek at his face before bending his head to press his smile and a kiss to the very tip. ]
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[Iskandar knows his own culture's norms of beauty. He knows his own even better and by both of them Waver is beautiful beyond comparison. In that special way that is reserved for young boys. With one small exception, he could be a little more fit. Not muscular, fit. Going for a wrestler's body would do him no good. Not with his body type. He's more of a runner or archer.]
It doesn't mean I am wrong.
[His brows raise and smile widens to a grin when Waver drops down between his thighs again. He thoroughly enjoys the cleaning process. What comes afterwards, he enjoys even more and he's definitely not silent about his appreciation.
While still keeping his grip on the bathtubs brim with one hand, Iskandar moves the other to Waver's head, tangling his fingers in boy's hair. Not pushing, just a touch, a gentle caress.]
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[ Waver's mouth is busy. Whether that was a grunt of embarrassed assent or insincere protest, it doesn't matter. He's now focused entirely on pleasuring his Bonded.
His hot, soft tongue slides across the head of Iskandar's cock, the tip dragging along the ridge just beneath where he knows it'll feel good. For a few moments, it's just his tongue and lips, licks and kisses with one hand gently cupping the side of the shaft.
Then, he opens his mouth wider, taking particular care to keep his teeth clear as he wraps his lips around Iskandar and starts to go down on him slowly. Whatever he can't comfortably fit in his mouth yet, Waver's hand keeps occupied with his warm grip and gentle partial strokes.
Encouraged by the touch to his hair in what he recognizes as wordless praise, Waver responds with a soft moan. Considering his position, it's a bit muffled, but perhaps Iskandar can feel the vibration against his skin as Waver takes him deeper. ]
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Because this is the most marvellous view. Both the touch and the sight ignite his blood. His grip on the brim tightens but the touch of his hand on Waver's head stays gentle. It does tremble slightly, tough, as the vibrations shot Iskandar with a jolt of pleasure. As he feels this hot, wet mouth descending, taking more of him in.]
dearest...
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Waver sits up higher on his knees, making the water splash softly. He braces his free hand more firmly on Iskandar's thigh, claws pricking just a little, and with the better angle tries to take in more of him. Slowly, backing off a few times to breathe and try again. Each time, his tongue presses and rubs against the wet head of Iskandar's cock, making sure to pay attention to the most sensitive parts of him in a way that doesn't feel like only teasing while he works up to swallowing more of him.
It's exhilarating. Waver moans again, lips pressed to the head of Iskandar's dick and eyes half-shut, unfocused, heart pounding. He opens his mouth again, feeling drunk with breathlessness and the scent of him, and goes down further. Pushes himself until it hits the back of his throat and his tongue squeezes, convulses in an attempt to swallow or gag before Waver overcomes it, and this time does not pull away.
His moan is louder this time, though even more muffled, quivering in a way that travels down his whole body and makes his claws press harder into Iskandar's skin.
Holding his breath, Waver manages to go down just a little further, taking most of him for a few moments-- before he finally starts to move, bobbing his head between shallow gasps and licks as he sucks up to the tip and then goes back down as much as he can handle. ]
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If he restrains himself from going with his desire right now it's not because there would be anything wrong with the act itself. It's more a matter of timing and experience. Waver has never taken him so deep before.]
If ... only ... I knew ...
[Words fail him. They come interrupted by the spams and gasps of pleasure. Iskandar wonders. Was he practising? It's a pleasant thing to know his boy has done extra effort just to make him feel good. Not unexpected, but still pleasant. He'll have to find an adequate way to reward him for it.]
you were ... so ... talented...
[Iskandar would have him on his knees more often. But he is unable to finish that thought. His breathing is quick and shallow already; gasping like a drowning man, all muscles tense and shivering. He can't hold back any longer. He's so close. He can come at any moment now. His cock must already be leaking.]
Waver... that is ... enough.
[He'll pull out. Unless Waver doesn't want him to.]
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He doesn't try to keep quiet, as he often does out of shyness or stubbornness. He can feel Iskandar's thigh shivering beneath his hand, the tension in his muscles.
The scent and taste of him is familiar, comforting as it is erotic, and Waver is completely lost in the desire to do everything he can to please Iskandar right now even if it means pushing himself. Especially then, because it'll earn him praise and surprise Iskandar, an exciting prospect in itself.
But at the order, he obeys instantly, pulling off of him with a gasp and opening his eyes again to look up through his lashes, dark-eyed and bleary, still-parted lips glistening and wet. ]
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