[ 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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[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.