Who: Waver Velvet & various When: throughout Aguril Where: around the city What: working, quests, shenanigans; if you want to plot anything for the month, PM me! :> Warnings: NSFW on the full moons thread eyyy
Iskandar doesn't mind an occasional bite. He doesn't mind even if it's not occasional. Even if he still had his Heroic Spirit healing factor, he'd leave at least some of the bite marks. As a reminder of what a good time they had a sign that he's always ready for more.
He lets out a content growl when Waver's lips and tongue slide down his neck. A vibration that boy is certain not only to hear but feel. His hand goes up, fingers tangling in the boy's hair catching at the now longer strands - when did his hair grow so long - gently but decisively pulling him away for a deep and hungry kiss and only then releasing. Letting him do whatever he pleases.
The steady tug at his scalp shivers through him, all the way down his spine, clenching low in his belly. Waver groans, his fingers tightening on Iskandar's shoulders as his mouth opens to him, welcoming the deep, possessive kiss, melting into it.
Iskandar feels the boy tremble under him. Claws digging into the flesh of his shoulders, hips shooting up, Waver's tiny cock grinding against his own noticeably bigger one. Iskandar moans into their kiss. It feels so good to have the boy so desperate for him.
"Have I just uncovered something you like? Good. I shall make full use of that knowledge" he murmurs, voice dripping with satisfaction at his discovery.
He reaches for the bottle.
"I think we're ready," he says emptying the contents into his hand.
He takes his time slowly rubbing the scented oil into Waver's shoulders, his back and chest, not missing his chance to stroke a hardened nipple. The cedar and lavender pair so perfectly with Waver's natural scent that this thing alone almost brings Iskandar to the edge. It's intoxicating. But he has more self-control than he ever admits so he's able to wait. He lets his hand travel down the boys back to his ass before slipping one slick finger into his hole. There he stops.
"Y-yeah..." Waver breathes softly, too far gone to be shy about it right now, in answer to both Rider's observation and his intent to keep going. He's ready. If Iskandar wasn't guiding him and also the one person Waver will absolutely listen to, he might have gotten over-eager by now. But passionate as they are and even with his instincts pushing him more intensely than ever, Waver wants it to last. He lets Iskandar pace them, eager to do everything he can to please his Bonded too.
The large, familiar hands that slide down his back are warm, rough with years of training and fighting beneath the silky slickness of the oil, so gentle and attentive now. The scent of it mingles with the scent of Iskandar's sweat and arousal, and his own, a heady mixture that makes Waver's head swim, that will be burned into his memory when he smells lavender and sandalwood and heat.
Waver is pliant beneath his hands, the oil shining on his pale skin, something to mold and stroke into exactly the shape he needs-- until Waver is stretched out on the bed beneath him, the curve of his back gleaming in the magitech glow of the lamp as he braces himself on his elbows and knees. Iskandar's hands are everywhere, sliding around him, teasing his chest with a fingertip rubbing one flushed nipple while Waver presses his face into the pillow and squirms beneath him, muffling a whine. He's already pushing his ass up, thighs spreading, eager for more.
And when he's finally given what he wants, Waver's body yields slowly, quivering and tight at first in his inexperience as he gasps. It doesn't feel at all like when he does it himself. Slowly, he widens his knees a little more, exhaling shakily. Relaxing. Iskandar's hot breath brushing his ear makes the delicate appendage twitch and swivel toward him, shivering against his lips.
"...good." Waver's voice comes out muffled, pressed into the pillow for now. His cock juts out flushed and wet between his thighs, heat and anticipation building eagerly.
Iskandar doesn't leave a single place on Waver's body untouched. The boy's skin is soft and feverishly hot under his fingers. It shines under the golden light of the lamp and Iskandar for a brief moment almost believes that it is not flesh that his holding but precious alabaster. Glowing with its own light deep from within.
"You are stunning, my dearest boy."
Desire roars in him at every Waver's gasp and moan. Iskandar wants him and wants him now. He's already panting himself, out of breath from the need. But he must wait. He would bring Waver only pain if he took him now. And there is nothing wrong with waiting. The anticipation makes the result only sweeter.
Once he's certain that the boy is comfortable with one finger inside him, Iskandar eases second in. He pushes a little harder against the tight muscles, moving his fingers up and down in slow but steady motion, seeking Waver's prostate, stroking it at each passing when he finds it. It delights him to feel how it hardens under his touch. His own erection rubs against boy's ass as he works him open.
Iskandar desperately wants for the waiting to be over so can sink between those thighs... but not yet. There is too much difference in size between them to rush things. So no matter how much his body yearns for the boy, he must wait until he has prepared him enough.
The compliment sparks almost as much heat and joy as Iskandar's hands all over him, a tight pleasure that squirms through his belly and leaves Waver shivering, muffling another moan in his pillow. He loves it. He loves feeling seen like this, knowing all of Iskandar's attention is on him right now. Every bit of that incredible mind, every thought, every touch all focused in on him, on his insignificant form. The realization of the astonishing, magnificent impossibility that Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, ruler of the largest empire of the ancient world-- his King thinks Waver beautiful.
Waver can feel the intensity of his desire. It echoes through their bond, ricocheting back on him and mingling with his own unbridled need.
The pressure of Iskandar's fingers inside him draws out a low, almost pleading whine. Waver's muscles squeeze down on him briefly, tensing when they curl and press inside him, rubbing at the place that feels so good. It jolts him a little at first. His toes curl, and then he repositions slightly, bracing the balls of his feet on the mattress with his knees wide-set to better brace himself as Iskandar starts to move his hand in earnest.
He knows just how to stroke. Waver's moans and whimpers build with his pleasure, a steady stream of muffled gasps and choked-off noises buried in the pillow he holds tight beneath his face. All the while his hips and ass push back, finding Iskandar's rhythm and rocking with it, practically fucking himself on those fingers while Iskandar makes sure to maintain the right angle.
"Ri-- ah... der.. Rider--"
The tingling heat slides through his blood, electric. It twists through his belly, his balls, makes his cock twitch and leak a thick, clear line of precum that draws a shiny thread between his dick -- bobbing with the motion of their rhythm -- and the no-longer pristine sheets below.
"Mmnnh... C'mon, or I'm gonna just... Before you--"
It feels so good. Too good. It's taking everything Waver has not to reach down between his own legs, or press himself down to the mattress and just start rubbing off on it. He wants to wait. He wants to feel Rider, properly. But it's getting harder to hold back.
Iskandar chuckles. His breath makes the soft fur at the back of Waver's neck rise as he moves his hand from the boy's hip, slides across the skin of his thigh, so feverishly hot, until his fingers curl around Waver's dick, hard and wet, squeezing it lightly at the base. Iskandar revels in the fact that he could make the boy come with his touch alone. There will be time for that too but not now.
Simply seeing the boy react to his touch, hearing all the little noises he makes, it's hard to imagine how he could ever stop touching him. Iskandar has no full moon to serve as an excuse for his lust. But then, he never felt the need to have an excuse at all. His enormous appetite is for life in general and he was always famous for it. Sex counts as one the life greatest pleasures so why should he ever shy from indulging himself as long as the other party is willing? And this little gem that almost melts under his fingers, is very willing. There's not much that could stop Iskandar now from giving Waver exactly what his body wants right now.
"Now relax and breathe for me, dearest" he whispers into Waver's ear and when it twitches he catches it between his teeth for a brief moment before releasing. He's never going to tire of doing it. It's downright impossible how the boy's monster features just make him even more alluring.
His ears that somehow make naturally expressive boy even more so. His tail, that Waver is himself not very fond of, that sometimes gives an impression it has a life of its own, betraying the true emotions of its owner, often behaving in direct contradiction to his words. Waver might not like his tail nor any other of his bestial features, but Iskandar loves each and every one of them. Though, in truth, there is nothing about the boy that he does not love.
Those are the thoughts that run through his head when he moves his free hand down Waver's tail, gently moving it away. The oil and the preparation helped but he still has to force his way in. No matter how much he tries or how careful he is, there will be pain before the pleasure. Iskandar would do almost anything to spare Waver the pain. Anything but stop. He's a selfish man at heart and he knows this. And there are healing spells for any hurt. Iskandar may not consider himself very competent with magic but with healing spells he had no choice but to learn them and learn them fast. His old vice of not being very careful with his own health has returned in full force now that he has no Servant's strength and stamina to counter it.
The boy is so tight and hot around him that Iskandar's mind goes blank for a while. Nothing has felt this good for a long time. As if he could come the moment he moves. But he doesn't. He finds his rhythm, slower then the movement of his fingers before but surely more pleasurable for the boy, and when he feels the first sign of that familiar lightheadedness, that impression that world ceases to exist and there's only the two of them, sharing the bliss, and in the end there would be no distinction even between them... Only then he releases his hold on Waver's cock and matches the rhythm of his fingers moving up and down on it with the movement of his own hips as he thrusts into him brushing past the boy's pleasure spot every single time on his way in and out.
Then, when he almost can't take it anymore, everything dissolves into white and he comes with a low groan. After that Iskandar is shaking from exertion as the world collapses into existence around him once again. It always feels like a little death. Falling from such a high. And a weird sensation to be on the supplying side of the mana transfer. He gently pulls himself out. He could do as much harm if he went too quickly. But there's some oil left in the bottle so he uses that as a carrier for the healing spell to soothe any damage he had done and then just drags Waver into an embrace. Content only after he has him securely wrapped in his arms.
"Rest now, my dearest, my treasure, my love," he says as he starts humming a tune.
It's an old melody, a song for beloved. Iskandar smiles. It's a joy beyond words that he met the boy again. Even more, that he can make love to him or just hold him in his arms. No matter how much time they'll have this time, he would cherish those moments forever.
Waver's voice rises in a high-pitched whine as Iskandar's fingers curl around his cock, giving him a squeeze that makes his whole body shudder. His hips jerk forward into the grip, but Iskandar is holding him just tightly enough that he can't slide through, can't follow the instinct to rut into the friction of his slick fingers. As Iskandar's other hand slides free from him, Waver groans a wordless protest, panting heavily against his pillow, thighs and shoulders tense with anticipation.
Iskandar's weight shifts behind him, the bed creaking softly. Waver can feel the dip in the mattress, the way it sinks in different places as Iskandar positions himself not for use of his hands, but for their hips to finally align. The warmth of him covers Waver's back when he leans closer. Waver's ear twitches and flutters, tugging against the pinch of his teeth to the sound of Waver's stuttering breath.
Relax, he says. It's difficult.
Even overwhelmed by desire as he is right now, the animal draw of lust fogging his thoughts with single-minded need, Waver's lucid enough to know this is something... new. Exciting, but also a little frightening. His heart, already pounding, feels like it might burst from his chest, fluttering anxiously with eager, nervous anticipation.
But he has to relax. Iskandar releases his ear, fingers stroking down his tail instead, and Waver breathes. Deep breaths, trying to relax. He can feel the heat of Iskandar behind him, and then blunt head slicked with oil pressing, rubbing against him. His ass twitches, the thrill that jolts through him a shiver that runs up his whole spine. Another breath.
Waver shifts his weight slowly, bracing himself on his knees and elbows, spine curved. His chest expands, holding the stillness of the moment in his lungs. Then, very slowly, he exhales and lets his body relax as completely as possible.
The first real push still catches him by surprise. Waver gasps, arms tightening around his pillow briefly, then quickly finding a better grip on the sheets instead. His claws refuse to stay trimmed right now; the bedding won't be spared. Not that Waver notices or cares about that now. Fingers curling tightly around fistfuls of cloth, Waver braces himself instinctively as the head of Iskandar's cock finally presses past the ring of muscle and inside him.
He's big. Waver knows he's big, but it feels even bigger inside, head spinning, heat flooding his veins. His breathing grows ragged, interspersed on nearly every exhale with whimpers, increasingly urgent and desperate as Iskandar keeps going and the pressure inside grows until Waver feels he can barely breathe around it. And then further still, slowly, filling him up so it feels as though Iskandar is taking up all the space inside of him. No room for thinking. Nothing but the sensation, the intensity of the pressure, light-headed pleasure that crackles with the underlying ache, setting Waver's nerves alight.
He moans, the sound ripped helplessly from his throat. His back arches. His thighs shake.
And then, Iskandar is moving, and Waver loses all track of everything else. His claws tear into the sheets, the sounds that spill from his open mouth disappearing into the damp pillow as every thrust paints starbursts behind his tight-shut eyelids. His hips twitch when Iskandar's cock rubs past his prostate; they buck when he hits deep, and thrust back for more when he pulls away.
By the time he finally comes, Waver's breathless whimpers have devolved into choked-off, high and keening noises that catch on every ragged breath and escape him at the end of every thrust. It's a shock, somehow, after so long spent clinging to the edge, when his body hits that final tipping point. He couldn't hold back if he tried. Waver's body shakes, hips bucking in shallow, stuttering thrusts into Iskandar's slick fingers until he's done, his insides squeezing tight in spasms, until Waver has nothing more to give.
It seems Iskandar is just about done too. Waver's just barely trying to catch his breath, body relaxing just enough, riding the high of coming when Iskandar's own hips shudder and he joins him. Waver's body yields, accepting him as deep as he'll go, taking what he spills, to the soft sounds of Waver's voice cracking and breathless in his pleasure.
It's all a blur after that for a few minutes. The bliss buzzes in his mind, leaving little room for anything else, even the desire to move. Waver sighs, lowering himself fully onto the bed when Iskandar pulls out. His thighs are still twitching on occasion, the pounding of his heart only gradually evening out. Tears cling to his eyelashes, mouth wet with spit that dampens the pillow as well, where he'd been open-mouthedly panting against it. The soft touch against his over-sensitive skin only makes Waver groan quietly. He doesn't notice the spell. Right now, he didn't even notice the ache.
He's never felt so exhausted in this way-- or so satisfied. As Iskandar tucks him close to rest, Waver presses closer, face nuzzling against his chest to feel the soft vibrations of his voice with every note. It's the most wonderfully soothing sound.
Iskandar reaches for a blanket to cover them both. Heat disappearing quickly and the cold starts creeping in. There's a slight draft from the door so the blanket is very much in place. He hasn't noticed it earlier but that's no surprise, all of his attention was elsewhere. Eventually, they will need to move, go shower, do something about that ruin of a bed because the sheets are in shreds and he can see the insides of the mattress poking through the holes in the cover.
But not yet.
Right now he's too content where he is. Just watching lazily as a single white feather floats in the air current. It looks that at least one pillow needs mending too. Later. They can deal with all of this later. He has stopped singing but he is humming a melody still. His gaze follows the feather as it lands on the floor, then goes back to Waver. He smiles.
What a beauty you are, my dearest.
He'll take moments like this over all the riches of the world.
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He lets out a content growl when Waver's lips and tongue slide down his neck. A vibration that boy is certain not only to hear but feel. His hand goes up, fingers tangling in the boy's hair catching at the now longer strands - when did his hair grow so long - gently but decisively pulling him away for a deep and hungry kiss and only then releasing. Letting him do whatever he pleases.
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He arches, hips jolting up on their own.
"Ri... der..."
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"Have I just uncovered something you like? Good. I shall make full use of that knowledge" he murmurs, voice dripping with satisfaction at his discovery.
He reaches for the bottle.
"I think we're ready," he says emptying the contents into his hand.
He takes his time slowly rubbing the scented oil into Waver's shoulders, his back and chest, not missing his chance to stroke a hardened nipple. The cedar and lavender pair so perfectly with Waver's natural scent that this thing alone almost brings Iskandar to the edge. It's intoxicating. But he has more self-control than he ever admits so he's able to wait. He lets his hand travel down the boys back to his ass before slipping one slick finger into his hole. There he stops.
"How does that feel?" he whispers to Waver's ear.
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The large, familiar hands that slide down his back are warm, rough with years of training and fighting beneath the silky slickness of the oil, so gentle and attentive now. The scent of it mingles with the scent of Iskandar's sweat and arousal, and his own, a heady mixture that makes Waver's head swim, that will be burned into his memory when he smells lavender and sandalwood and heat.
Waver is pliant beneath his hands, the oil shining on his pale skin, something to mold and stroke into exactly the shape he needs-- until Waver is stretched out on the bed beneath him, the curve of his back gleaming in the magitech glow of the lamp as he braces himself on his elbows and knees. Iskandar's hands are everywhere, sliding around him, teasing his chest with a fingertip rubbing one flushed nipple while Waver presses his face into the pillow and squirms beneath him, muffling a whine. He's already pushing his ass up, thighs spreading, eager for more.
And when he's finally given what he wants, Waver's body yields slowly, quivering and tight at first in his inexperience as he gasps. It doesn't feel at all like when he does it himself. Slowly, he widens his knees a little more, exhaling shakily. Relaxing. Iskandar's hot breath brushing his ear makes the delicate appendage twitch and swivel toward him, shivering against his lips.
"...good." Waver's voice comes out muffled, pressed into the pillow for now. His cock juts out flushed and wet between his thighs, heat and anticipation building eagerly.
"Really... good."
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"You are stunning, my dearest boy."
Desire roars in him at every Waver's gasp and moan. Iskandar wants him and wants him now. He's already panting himself, out of breath from the need. But he must wait. He would bring Waver only pain if he took him now. And there is nothing wrong with waiting. The anticipation makes the result only sweeter.
Once he's certain that the boy is comfortable with one finger inside him, Iskandar eases second in. He pushes a little harder against the tight muscles, moving his fingers up and down in slow but steady motion, seeking Waver's prostate, stroking it at each passing when he finds it. It delights him to feel how it hardens under his touch. His own erection rubs against boy's ass as he works him open.
Iskandar desperately wants for the waiting to be over so can sink between those thighs... but not yet. There is too much difference in size between them to rush things. So no matter how much his body yearns for the boy, he must wait until he has prepared him enough.
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Waver can feel the intensity of his desire. It echoes through their bond, ricocheting back on him and mingling with his own unbridled need.
The pressure of Iskandar's fingers inside him draws out a low, almost pleading whine. Waver's muscles squeeze down on him briefly, tensing when they curl and press inside him, rubbing at the place that feels so good. It jolts him a little at first. His toes curl, and then he repositions slightly, bracing the balls of his feet on the mattress with his knees wide-set to better brace himself as Iskandar starts to move his hand in earnest.
He knows just how to stroke. Waver's moans and whimpers build with his pleasure, a steady stream of muffled gasps and choked-off noises buried in the pillow he holds tight beneath his face. All the while his hips and ass push back, finding Iskandar's rhythm and rocking with it, practically fucking himself on those fingers while Iskandar makes sure to maintain the right angle.
"Ri-- ah... der.. Rider--"
The tingling heat slides through his blood, electric. It twists through his belly, his balls, makes his cock twitch and leak a thick, clear line of precum that draws a shiny thread between his dick -- bobbing with the motion of their rhythm -- and the no-longer pristine sheets below.
"Mmnnh... C'mon, or I'm gonna just... Before you--"
It feels so good. Too good. It's taking everything Waver has not to reach down between his own legs, or press himself down to the mattress and just start rubbing off on it. He wants to wait. He wants to feel Rider, properly. But it's getting harder to hold back.
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Iskandar chuckles. His breath makes the soft fur at the back of Waver's neck rise as he moves his hand from the boy's hip, slides across the skin of his thigh, so feverishly hot, until his fingers curl around Waver's dick, hard and wet, squeezing it lightly at the base. Iskandar revels in the fact that he could make the boy come with his touch alone. There will be time for that too but not now.
Simply seeing the boy react to his touch, hearing all the little noises he makes, it's hard to imagine how he could ever stop touching him. Iskandar has no full moon to serve as an excuse for his lust. But then, he never felt the need to have an excuse at all. His enormous appetite is for life in general and he was always famous for it. Sex counts as one the life greatest pleasures so why should he ever shy from indulging himself as long as the other party is willing? And this little gem that almost melts under his fingers, is very willing. There's not much that could stop Iskandar now from giving Waver exactly what his body wants right now.
"Now relax and breathe for me, dearest" he whispers into Waver's ear and when it twitches he catches it between his teeth for a brief moment before releasing. He's never going to tire of doing it. It's downright impossible how the boy's monster features just make him even more alluring.
His ears that somehow make naturally expressive boy even more so. His tail, that Waver is himself not very fond of, that sometimes gives an impression it has a life of its own, betraying the true emotions of its owner, often behaving in direct contradiction to his words. Waver might not like his tail nor any other of his bestial features, but Iskandar loves each and every one of them. Though, in truth, there is nothing about the boy that he does not love.
Those are the thoughts that run through his head when he moves his free hand down Waver's tail, gently moving it away. The oil and the preparation helped but he still has to force his way in. No matter how much he tries or how careful he is, there will be pain before the pleasure. Iskandar would do almost anything to spare Waver the pain. Anything but stop. He's a selfish man at heart and he knows this. And there are healing spells for any hurt. Iskandar may not consider himself very competent with magic but with healing spells he had no choice but to learn them and learn them fast. His old vice of not being very careful with his own health has returned in full force now that he has no Servant's strength and stamina to counter it.
The boy is so tight and hot around him that Iskandar's mind goes blank for a while. Nothing has felt this good for a long time. As if he could come the moment he moves. But he doesn't. He finds his rhythm, slower then the movement of his fingers before but surely more pleasurable for the boy, and when he feels the first sign of that familiar lightheadedness, that impression that world ceases to exist and there's only the two of them, sharing the bliss, and in the end there would be no distinction even between them...
Only then he releases his hold on Waver's cock and matches the rhythm of his fingers moving up and down on it with the movement of his own hips as he thrusts into him brushing past the boy's pleasure spot every single time on his way in and out.
Then, when he almost can't take it anymore, everything dissolves into white and he comes with a low groan. After that Iskandar is shaking from exertion as the world collapses into existence around him once again. It always feels like a little death. Falling from such a high. And a weird sensation to be on the supplying side of the mana transfer.
He gently pulls himself out. He could do as much harm if he went too quickly. But there's some oil left in the bottle so he uses that as a carrier for the healing spell to soothe any damage he had done and then just drags Waver into an embrace. Content only after he has him securely wrapped in his arms.
"Rest now, my dearest, my treasure, my love," he says as he starts humming a tune.
It's an old melody, a song for beloved. Iskandar smiles. It's a joy beyond words that he met the boy again. Even more, that he can make love to him or just hold him in his arms. No matter how much time they'll have this time, he would cherish those moments forever.
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Iskandar's weight shifts behind him, the bed creaking softly. Waver can feel the dip in the mattress, the way it sinks in different places as Iskandar positions himself not for use of his hands, but for their hips to finally align. The warmth of him covers Waver's back when he leans closer. Waver's ear twitches and flutters, tugging against the pinch of his teeth to the sound of Waver's stuttering breath.
Relax, he says. It's difficult.
Even overwhelmed by desire as he is right now, the animal draw of lust fogging his thoughts with single-minded need, Waver's lucid enough to know this is something... new. Exciting, but also a little frightening. His heart, already pounding, feels like it might burst from his chest, fluttering anxiously with eager, nervous anticipation.
But he has to relax. Iskandar releases his ear, fingers stroking down his tail instead, and Waver breathes. Deep breaths, trying to relax. He can feel the heat of Iskandar behind him, and then blunt head slicked with oil pressing, rubbing against him. His ass twitches, the thrill that jolts through him a shiver that runs up his whole spine. Another breath.
Waver shifts his weight slowly, bracing himself on his knees and elbows, spine curved. His chest expands, holding the stillness of the moment in his lungs. Then, very slowly, he exhales and lets his body relax as completely as possible.
The first real push still catches him by surprise. Waver gasps, arms tightening around his pillow briefly, then quickly finding a better grip on the sheets instead. His claws refuse to stay trimmed right now; the bedding won't be spared. Not that Waver notices or cares about that now. Fingers curling tightly around fistfuls of cloth, Waver braces himself instinctively as the head of Iskandar's cock finally presses past the ring of muscle and inside him.
He's big. Waver knows he's big, but it feels even bigger inside, head spinning, heat flooding his veins. His breathing grows ragged, interspersed on nearly every exhale with whimpers, increasingly urgent and desperate as Iskandar keeps going and the pressure inside grows until Waver feels he can barely breathe around it. And then further still, slowly, filling him up so it feels as though Iskandar is taking up all the space inside of him. No room for thinking. Nothing but the sensation, the intensity of the pressure, light-headed pleasure that crackles with the underlying ache, setting Waver's nerves alight.
He moans, the sound ripped helplessly from his throat. His back arches. His thighs shake.
And then, Iskandar is moving, and Waver loses all track of everything else. His claws tear into the sheets, the sounds that spill from his open mouth disappearing into the damp pillow as every thrust paints starbursts behind his tight-shut eyelids. His hips twitch when Iskandar's cock rubs past his prostate; they buck when he hits deep, and thrust back for more when he pulls away.
By the time he finally comes, Waver's breathless whimpers have devolved into choked-off, high and keening noises that catch on every ragged breath and escape him at the end of every thrust. It's a shock, somehow, after so long spent clinging to the edge, when his body hits that final tipping point. He couldn't hold back if he tried. Waver's body shakes, hips bucking in shallow, stuttering thrusts into Iskandar's slick fingers until he's done, his insides squeezing tight in spasms, until Waver has nothing more to give.
It seems Iskandar is just about done too. Waver's just barely trying to catch his breath, body relaxing just enough, riding the high of coming when Iskandar's own hips shudder and he joins him. Waver's body yields, accepting him as deep as he'll go, taking what he spills, to the soft sounds of Waver's voice cracking and breathless in his pleasure.
It's all a blur after that for a few minutes. The bliss buzzes in his mind, leaving little room for anything else, even the desire to move. Waver sighs, lowering himself fully onto the bed when Iskandar pulls out. His thighs are still twitching on occasion, the pounding of his heart only gradually evening out. Tears cling to his eyelashes, mouth wet with spit that dampens the pillow as well, where he'd been open-mouthedly panting against it. The soft touch against his over-sensitive skin only makes Waver groan quietly. He doesn't notice the spell. Right now, he didn't even notice the ache.
He's never felt so exhausted in this way-- or so satisfied. As Iskandar tucks him close to rest, Waver presses closer, face nuzzling against his chest to feel the soft vibrations of his voice with every note. It's the most wonderfully soothing sound.
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But not yet.
Right now he's too content where he is. Just watching lazily as a single white feather floats in the air current. It looks that at least one pillow needs mending too. Later. They can deal with all of this later. He has stopped singing but he is humming a melody still. His gaze follows the feather as it lands on the floor, then goes back to Waver. He smiles.
What a beauty you are, my dearest.
He'll take moments like this over all the riches of the world.