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

This hardly thinks it's a bad thing either...

[ 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. ]

No, it doesn't.

[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.]

[ Waver laughs, even if it is a stupid joke. ]

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?

[It is a fact proven many times that horribly stupid jokes are Iskandar's speciality.]

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.]

[ Waver leans up to meet him, lifting himself a little higher on his knees with hands braced on Iskandar's thighs. His mouth opens as his chin tilts up, damp strands of hair clinging to the arch of his pale neck.

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. ]

[He wants to draw their kiss forever but they still, both of them, need to breathe and soon, much too soon, they have to part for air.]

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.]

A god?

[ 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. ]

I have all the right to be.

[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.]

Mmh...

[ 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. ]

Edited 2020-04-19 09:51 (UTC)

[Iskandar's breath was already quickened from their kiss, his heart going faster. But this? This is even better. He's tempted to close his eyes and fully lose himself in the experience. It feels so good. But he also wants to watch.

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...

[ Waver feels it. The faint tremble of Iskandar's fingertips brushing his hair, the tension in his thighs as he tries to stay in control. He would have smiled if he weren't otherwise occupied.

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. ]

[Iskandar can hold back, at least for now, he can still fight the urge to push up and forward. Even if it is a powerful urge. All of the sensations, the tight wet heat enveloping his dick, the sight of Waver's head moving up and down between his thighs, Waver's muffled moans, his own completely unrestrained. All of it. It's hypnotizing.
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.]

[ Hearing his lover make those sounds is reward enough, but the gasped out words of praise are an even more potent incentive, making Waver's skin tingle with pleasure and excitement all on their own.

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. ]

Edited 2020-04-23 23:07 (UTC)

I love that you are so eager to please me, dearest.

[Iskandar pulls the boy up so he can kiss him. Those wet, red lips look too tempting to resist. He doesn't even try. Just the knowledge where this mouth was but a moment ago makes him taste sweeter than ever. It makes Iskandar growl into their kiss with unrestrained hunger.]

But I don't want you to go so far that you'd hurt yourself.

[It doesn't take much for him to slide into the bath, to have Waver right where he wants him.]

You made me feel so good.

[They boy is already stretched from their last round and the hot water helps. There's almost no need for preparation. Iskandar can just slip back inside him.]

I want to share that with you.

[Even if he wasn't on the very edge of orgasm from Waver's previous actions already, the tightness of his lover's body, the scent of his skin, would bring him there. It's intoxicating and Iskandar holds back by pure force of will. He starts to move, thrusting upward at an angle that guarantees his hitting Waver's prostate every single time. He wants his love to feel it too.]

I want us to be united in ecstasy.

N-no, I'm... okay... [ Waver mumbles in embarrassed protest between the kisses, panting and sloppy against Iskandar's mouth. ] I want to--

Ah!

[ Waver grips his shoulders as Iskandar moves them both into the bath together, careless of the water splashing over the side. Strong hands guide Waver's thighs to straddle his hips, legs around Iskandar's sides; it's a bit of a tight fit in the small space, but something about that makes it feel even more exciting. Waver doesn't have much leverage like this, so Iskandar is fully in control of their movements, and Waver holds onto him hard with knees and claws.

With one easy motion, Iskandar fills him again. Waver gasps; his head drops back, eyes glazed and half-shut with how good it feels; his thighs tremble and twitch around Iskandar's waist. ]

Rid-- ah! A-Alexand... a-ah...!

[ Waver's voice cracks and quivers in a drawn-out moan around his name as Iskandar begins to move them both, the warm water splashing up over Waver's back when the force of their bodies coming together pushes it up in waves. In this position, he easily hits deep, pressing and rubbing along the most sensitive places inside as Waver pants and squirms in his arms, pressing his whines into his lover's throat.

The Turnskin's teeth graze skin, his mouth wide against the side of Iskandar's neck breathing hot, damp and heavy as Iskandar fucks him. The feedback of pleasure looping back through their Bond is electric. Waver shudders, arching and tight, and bites down. ]

[There is barely enough space for both of them to fit but it just means Iskandar simply has to keep Waver very close. That is exactly as he wants him. As close as he can. So he can feel every shiver, every twitch of muscle, feel Waver's breath heavy on his skin, as he drives out moans and gasps from his lips with every movement of his hips. The steady surge of pleasure sweeping through their Bond from Iskandar to Waver, from Waver to Iskandar. ]

My sweet boy ...

[His own voice is breaking, strained with pleasure and short of air as he thrusts deeper into his lover's body, so tight and hot around him. Waver's breath on his neck, his teeth barely scraping his skin. Iskandar cares not for the splashing water nor for the mess they are making. That's a future's worry.

Just when he thought it could not possibly get better Waver bites. The sensation of teeth piercing skin shoots through Iskandar's nerves with searing heat, striking like a lightning bolt as powerful as it was unexpected. That alone is enough to send him over the edge and he comes with the name of his love dragged into a long moan. All is washed away by overwhelming, blinding ecstasy.]

Wa..ver...

[ So close and hot and deep--

Their bodies pressed tight, moving together, the wet slide of skin on skin beneath the water. The way Iskandar's strong hands grip him tightly. The pressure of him inside leaving Waver breathless and shaking.

Iskandar's hips snap up, eliminating any space at all between them; they're tangled up so thoroughly, Waver pressed up so close, teeth in his skin, Iskandar's arms tight around him. The sharp, coppery taste of his blood is tinged with the scent that's just him, and Waver's urge to claim it for his own, for all to see.

His claws dig into Iskandar's shoulders less with the purposeful or instinctive intention to mark, though. They won't stay trimmed around this time of month. He can't control how tightly he needs to hold on. Not when the only semblance of thought left in his head right now is how fucking good he feels, how deep he can feel his lover inside, how he wants this moment to last and last even as he feels Iskandar shuddering and moaning beneath him when he comes.

Waver loves to hear his name like that.

He rides it out, gasping raggedly as each shallow, shuddering thrust proves just how well he's pleased his lover, until Iskandar is done. Waver's tongue lathes over the bite he left, licking sloppily, nose still pressed to the side of his neck to breathe him in.

It feels so good, Iskandar smells so good, the hot water all around and the steam in the air and the way they're wrapped up so tight together is all just so perfect. He arches and rocks his body, moving without thinking, rubbing his dick against Iskandar's stomach for continued stimulation until Iskandar is ready to finish him off too. He's not even in a hurry to come, though. He just wants to luxuriate as close to the height of pleasure as possible, mindlessly chasing this feeling for as long as he can because it feels too good and he doesn't want it to be over. ]

[As the feverish haze passes Iskandar slows down but he does not stop. His movements even out from the frantic spasms to a steady rhythm. It is truly evidence of how far Waver has sent him that only now has finally touched him. Not in that hungry, selfish, possessive way of his grip just a moment ago. But really touched him. With purpose and intention.

Iskandar slides his hand between them, curls his fingers around Waver's dick, matching the rhythm of his strokes to the movement of his hips. How horribly he has neglected his treasure chasing only after his own fulfillment. But he's going to make it up to him now. He's not going to end before he'd made sure Waver is fully satisfied.

That thought alone makes him go hard again. He might not have Heroic Spirits stamina any longer but he's got healer's quick recovery instead. Waver's face pressed to the side of his neck, his whole body rocking with their rhythm, so hot and tight. The sting of the scratches Waver's claws left on Iskandar's shoulders. The signs of passion. It feels so right.]

You are amazing, dearest.

[ Waver's response is in wordless mewls and moans of pleasure, his hips shuddering and twitching as Iskandar picks up the rhythm again, shockingly fast. His tongue laps hotly at the pricks his teeth left, pressing the sound of his voice into Iskandar's skin. He'd expected Iskandar to slow down by now, but instead, he's moving again, fucking him with just as much intensity as before -- and this time with a strong, even grip around his cock too as it slides through Iskandar's battle-roughened palm.

The heat and steam and Iskandar's relentless attentions have left Waver a gasping, overstimulated mess even before he comes again. This time, he doesn't bite, though he holds onto Iskandar tightly, burying the high, quivering noise he makes against his lover's throat. His body tenses, folded up in Iskandar's lap in the small space, shoulders trembling and heaving as the orgasm rolls through him and his hips shudder helplessly into Iskandar's hand. ]

[When he comes again, it's less intense. It feels less like a world ending in a flash of blinding light and more like a morning rising with all the warmth and promises of the day. Iskandar doesn't need the Bond to know he's done his boy good. The evidence for it is in his hand, in trembling of Waver's shoulders, the inarticulate sounds he is making. But the waves of pleasure crashing through their Bond make the experience just that much better.

Only then does he slow down, gradually leading them both from the high until he stops completely and just holds Waver in his arms. Unmoving, soaking in the bliss of the moment.]

My sweet, sweet boy. [Iskandar whispers burying his face in Waver's hair; eyes closed, his arm wrapped around his waist, fingers idly stroking the line of wet fur along his spine.] My dearest. My treasure.

[ It feels like he's floating. Weightless, starlit, a million miles away in a world where only he and Iskandar exist, wrapped up in one another so close even their heartbeats intertwine.

As the crashing waves of physical pleasure fade, the elation gives way to a soft undercurrent of contented bliss, all-encompassing and impossibly happy. He melts into his lover's arms, still twitching and shivering a little as the intensity of the stimulation eases, slowly, drawn out gently by the movement of Iskandar's hands stroking down his back. The satisfaction feels just as deep and dizzyingly potent, a tangle of his love and devotion to the love of his life and the base pleasure of being so thoroughly fucked and filled. With so much of the Witch's seed inside him and the traces of blood he'd swallowed earlier, his blood feels electric and his muscles like liquid, and his head is spinning in the most pleasant way.

Waver's gasping breaths eventually even out and deepen, melting into soft moans and happy licks along his throat. ]

Love you... make me feel so good, I love you so much...

R-rider... [ It's become more a pet name than a title, as Waver has begun to use it less and less in public over the past few months. But he doesn't forget, even like this, the name that Iskandar gave him like a gift to use. ]

Alex... ander... [ He breathes, arching slightly into the petting. ] Mmmh, yes, keep doing that.

[Iskandar chuckles. How he loves hearing his name like that. ]

Then I will continue.

[There will come a moment when they will stop being so comfortable. When the water will cool down and they both will grow tired with the unnatural position. But this is not yet. For now, it feels wonderful, truly divine, to be so close, so connected. Almost as if they were one. He closes his eyes and just lets himself experience. Feel every point of contact, the miracle of how well their bodies fit together, soft fur under his fingers, joy coursing through their bond. It's so blissful he'd be at risk of dozing off if the bathtub wasn't so small. It's hard edge pressing against his back, a minor nuisance, not even irritating just keeping him awake and even more aware of the bliss if only by contrast.]

[ They may need to draw the bathwater again to properly clean up once they manage to disentangle themselves from one another. But that can happen later. Waver isn't at all concerned with that, or even capable of thinking that far ahead at the moment.

He settles happily against Iskandar's chest, in the cradle of his arms, kissing his collar bone and enjoying the soft touches down his back and shoulders gently coaxing him down from the intensity of pleasure. It's still a little overwhelming when he was so worked up for so long, leaving him feeling tingly and melted, but it also feels wonderful. Iskandar's broad hands are so strong, but they touch him so gently. Waver sighs, his breathing eventually evening out and relaxing as he slowly comes back to himself.

Still, he doesn't push for anything. He lets Iskandar decide when and how they should move; he's happy to just be held and pampered like this. ]

[Iskandar could soak in this bliss for all eternity. He lifts Waver gently so he can pull out and adjust their position. Only enough for them to remain comfortable. They will need to move eventually but he doesn't want to yet. The bathwater is still warm, so is the little body in his arms, the remains of the pleasure still course through his veins, like a lingering glow, cinders of the fire they shared.

Iskandar leans down to bury his face in Waver's hair, one arm wrapped around the boy's waist, the other still stroking his back. Suddenly he's overwhelmed by the miracle of it all. How improbable it was that they met again. How improbable that they are both alive. Alive and together. Alive and remembering each other. This world has taken so much from them, the loss of his Noble Phantasm hurts still, it will never stop hurting, and yet he's happy. Genuinely, impossibly, unexpectedly happy.]

I love you so much, dearest.

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

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