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

[tryhard]

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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[tryhard]

[ 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. ]

[towards_okeanos]

[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.

[tryhard]

[ 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. ]

[towards_okeanos]

[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.

[tryhard]

[ 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.

[towards_okeanos]

[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.]

[tryhard]

[ 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. ]

[towards_okeanos]

[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.