[ 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]

[ 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.