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
"I mean, I do have work," Waver points out with a short laugh. And of course they both know that's not more important than a genuine request from Iskandar, but the banter is amusing even if it's mostly for show.
"And... er... actually, it's just work."
Waver, you need friends.
"I like to sit in on classes anyway. It'll be more interesting to go together. I can help you with your homework," he teases, crawling up into Iskandar's lap.
"I don't have to drag you everywhere." Now, that's finally how things should be. He sets on a content smile wrapping Waver in his arms. "Especially, if you don't want to."
He knows you want, you can really stop pretending.
"And I understand work is important. Maybe I should get one."
Yes, Iskandar, that could actually help. Stop leeching off your boy as you always do.
It really is amazing how much it helps to have his Bonded close; the more skin on skin contact the more the tension drains away, leaving a vague discomfort for now that can be ignored. His shifts haven't been too intense so far, not after the first time before he'd Bonded at all, but it's a marked improvement. Maybe it's also just because it's Iskandar. The effect is emotional as much as magical and physical. Like this, Waver feels truly safe.
He lets Iskandar wrap him up close and shifts in any way needed to curl up comfortably in his arms, cheek resting on Iskandar's shoulder. His scent is strong, warm and familiar. Waver can't help but nuzzle closer, pressing his face into the side of his Bonded's neck.
"Hmm?"
Ah, yes. He's listening.
"Yes. You should. Maybe it would be easier to find a place with a stable you find agreeable if we both have an income and can look beyond the charity housing provided. Not to mention you really need to stop eating the food in the kitchen here whenever you feel like it. Not all of that's even mine, you know."
All this grumbling with his face still firmly planted against Iskandar's throat, the movement of his lips brushing skin.
"What if I am hungry and I need sustenance?" So, does everybody else.
Waver, you're talking to a man who hasn't worked a day in his life, never cared for material wealth and does not really understand the concept of work per se. What people didn't want to give him freely, he took by force, with a few notable exceptions, but never kept much for himself always giving away almost everything of what he acquired. He'd need time to parse all this new information. He can't exactly do this with one half-naked wonder in his arms setting his blood on fire.
So there's a considerable delay before he's able to calm down enough to respond. Before he can think about anything else than throwing the boy on the couch and making mad love to him. But he's not here for that. Unless Waver would want it himself. Love is one thing Iskandar would never take by force.
"You're right. This is not a Grail War and I am your king. I should provide for you and not the other way round."
Unluckily (or maybe luckily?) for Iskandar, Waver's senses are far too sharp already, and only enhanced by the full moons. He can feel the way his Bonded's pulse speeds up under his lips, the faint impression of arousal he's starting to give off. Even if he can keep further physical reactions in check, Waver can scent it on his skin, the warmth in the air around them, the way it flutters through their Bond.
And it tugs almost instantly at his animal instincts, just as much as his general desire and affection for his King. Right now, it's just much harder to resist or control.
Waver breathes in deeply, nosing along the underside of Iskandar's jaw. His tongue slides over skin, just the briefest flick of wet warmth, gone again in a moment.
"Mmm... 's okay," he mumbles, heart beating fast.
"We can provide for... each other..."
Increasing excitement means he has a harder time controlling his changes too, and they're not all physical. The need hits him with a suddenness that leaves Waver aching, the moon-madness surging through his veins the moment he starts to give into it, unraveling his convictions and urging him to indulge. Obey his instincts. Lay claim to what's his.
His breath is hot along Iskandar's skin as Waver opens his mouth, tongue sliding briefly along the curve between his neck and shoulder until he hits the collar of Iskandar's shirt. And there, he bites down, sharp canine teeth easily piercing through whatever cloth is in the way-- and if Iskandar doesn't stop him, through to the flesh beneath. Not hard, of course. Well, not too hard. But if he draws blood, it probably isn't on accident.
"Is that so?" Iskandar chuckles. "Then why are you complaining about it?"
He can feel it too. The warmth, the need. It's like an underground river coursing underneath, seeking a way out. Invisible and yet present. He hums with contentment feeling Waver's tongue on his neck.
When did you get so bold?
It's not a question that needs answering so he doesn't even bother asking it. The answer won't change a thing and Iskandar is already more than delighted with the result.
The pain is nothing. Or rather it's all the permission Iskandar needs to lift Waver's chin and lean down for a kiss. So delicious. He can still taste his own blood, sharp and metallic, on the boy's lips.
"Careful there. I've heard that witch's blood can be addictive."
He doesn't have to work too hard to get Waver to lift his head, no need to pry him off or anything. The Turnskin obeys with a touch, raising his gaze to Iskandar, mouth open. His eyes are... off, glinting reflectively, glassy with distraction and want.
He lifts himself up into the kiss with ferocious enthusiasm. Waver squirms around in Iskandar's lap until he's straddling it, facing him with both hands on those broad shoulders as if to hold him in place. As if Iskandar might change his mind and stop kissing him as fervently as Waver kisses back.
Generally, Waver tries to keep his claws trimmed so they don't scratch anyone or catch on things or get in the way at work. Around the time of the full moons and especially tonight, there's absolutely no trying to keep them in check. If he pricks Iskandar's shoulders through his shirt, it's only because it's inevitable.
The warning is met only with a vague growl, muffled against Iskandar's tongue. Waver's teeth are still very sharp, but there's nothing he can do about that, and he's certainly not trying to be careful with his hungry, desperate kisses.
Waver needs not to worry that Iskandar would stop. This won't be happening anytime soon. He does, however, feel a little guilty for taking advantage of the situation. Were it not for the full moons' influence he doubts that Waver would be so forthcoming. And that would be a shame because Iskandar really appreciates it.
It was so hard not to fall for the boy. Obnoxious little brat with dreams and ambitions not suited for his frail body and meagre talent. Already not a child and not yet a man. A true marvel to behold. He tried to but it was all in vain. Well, that is not new. His love choices were always unusual, to say the least. He seems to be more drawn to people that oppose him and by the Gods did the boy question everything he said. At least, in the beginning. They did get along eventually. And more than that.
A miracle it is that they're here, a miracle that he can hold him in his arms and kiss him. There is so much wrong in their situation. The conditions are less than satisfactory. They both lost so much. And yet Iskandar is content. That feeling flows through their bond like a constant stream of warm, golden glow. He's happy that he can just be, one hand on the back of the boy's head keeping him in place as he continues to kiss him, the other gently caressing the soft fur down his spine.
There's just one thing. Iskandar breaks their kiss ignoring any protests. He lowers his head until their foreheads meet.
"I am going to take this off," he says letting go of Waver and starting to unbutton his shirt. "Before you'll completely ruin the one good shirt that I have." Not that he actually cares about the shirt. He'd have more if he could find himself a job. That's not the point. "You can help me if you like."
Iskandar probably doesn't want Waver to actually 'help,' considering his claws. Those won't mix well with the buttons. Thankfully, he has enough clarity not to volunteer, sitting back a little instead on Iskandar's thighs as he tries to catch his breath.
The kisses have left him breathless and flushed, all the way halfway down his chest. He licks his lips to chase the taste, but waits with perhaps surprising patience, admiring Iskandar as he moves to undress. His eyes linger, following every motion with utter fixation, drinking in the sight of him like something completely enchanting.
There's something else, too-- that steady, calm feeling of satisfaction that echoes through their bond and seems to surround Iskandar almost like a physical aura, soothing and relaxing Waver before he can get too keyed up.
The heat behind those kisses was already enough to excite him. As soon as Iskandar's shirt is out of the way, and even while he's still trying to remove it, Waver slides his hands along his newly-revealed chest. His palms are warm, skin fever-hot, fingers smoothing over Iskandar's collarbone and down the outsides of his shoulders. The moment the shirt has been discarded and no longer distracting them, Waver leans back up to resume kissing.
The clothing style here is so cumbersome. Iskandar would really prefer a chiton. Easy to put on, even easier to take off and you don't really have to if you're in a hurry. Right now, he is very much in a hurry.
He struggles with the stupid buttons even more because he just can't tear his gaze from Waver. Flushed and breathless, following his every move with hungry eyes, the boy is the very image of beauty. When Waver licks his lips Iskandar could swear his heart stopped for a moment and there's liquid fire coursing through his veins instead of blood. He takes care of the last buttons not paying attention if they stay in place or if he's just ripping them away. He doesn't have the patience for trivial matters like that anymore.
Waver's touch sends a shiver down his very core. Iskandar discards the shirt not caring where it lands and falls down to claim his lips again. To kiss the boy as if he needed him more than the air he breathes. His hands going down to the boy's waist, unfastening the fabric belt the keeps Waver's pants in place.
This is exactly what Waver needed-- and not really because of the moons, either. This is what he's wanted for a long time, and finally, he takes it with the reckless, unrestrained enthusiasm and heat he never would have allowed himself if not for the distinct lack of filter tonight. When he kisses back, it's with an intensity that seems to assume neither of them have to breathe anytime soon.
Iskandar's hands sliding down his sides to search out the ties that fasten his trousers have Waver arching lazily, palms bracing on Iskandar's chest as he lifts himself up onto his knees enough to allow being further undressed. The pants are loose and spacious, but even so, it's difficult to hide the proof of his excitement tenting the fabric eagerly. If Iskandar fumbles with the ties or even if he's just too slow for Waver's fraying patience, Waver will reach down to yank at the belt himself and help him out as needed.
By now, he's thoroughly distracted from any other effects of the moons, perhaps lucky that he's still at the point where it isn't too much to contend with. It's the claws and the teeth, mostly, more fur along his back-- and the single-minded need to mark his Bonded as his own.
Waver arches closer, trying to rub up against Iskandar as soon as he's free. He's already damp around the head, cock flushed and filled out to its full, if comparatively modest size. His kisses grow more desperate. His fingers curl at Iskandar's shoulders, claws pricking automatically when he tightens his grip.
"Ah... I-I want..." he groans, barely intelligible with his mouth moving against his Bonded's.
"...you."
His tongue slides along Iskandar's bottom lip, soothing anyplace he might have nicked with his fangs.
Iskandar chuckles breaking their kiss to look at the boy. Cheeks flushed, eyes glistening, lips slightly parted and swollen. What a marvel he is. Iskandar would prefer him to all the treasures of the world. Nothing can rival this beauty.
„Well, how can I say no if you’re asking so nicely.” He says as he stands up holding Waver with one arm while trying to unfastens his belt with the other.
Waver maybe almost naked but Iskandar is yet to get rid off the last article of clothing. The dreaded pants. It would be easier to take them off if he had both hands free but for that to happen he would have to stop kissing the boy for the whole minute and unlike Waver Iskandar has little patience left. He doesn’t like being denied what he wants. Even for a short time. What he wants right now, and wants desperately, is exactly that sweet little boy in his arms.
Once he’s done with the belt, things go faster. He just has to kick off his shoes and step out of his pants that has fallen to his ankles the moment his unbuckled the belt. Only then he manages to pull away from the kiss and put Waver back on the couch so he can remove his boxers and finally lie down himself. The very moment he’s there he drags the boy closer so there’s nothing that separates their bodies.
Nothing. Not even air.
Every cell in his body aching for contact and he sees no reason to resist that call. Iskandar slides both his hands down Waver’s back following that line of soft fur that marks his spine and like those little ears on the top of his head just makes him more irresistible. His hands close on the boy’s naked ass for a short while before moving down to caress his thighs. Iskandar smiles with appreciation.
Waver was always rather skinny but now, due to the monster traits or simply the fact he has to move more, there’s so much more flesh to grip. Iskandar finds the change much to his liking. Oh, he really enjoyed the boy even in his less toned state. This is just an improvement over what he already liked. A very welcomed one. His fingers graze Waver’s hole, brushing over it briefly in his exploration of the boy’s body.
Not yet.
He has to prepare him first lest the experience would be painful and not pleasurable. This he won’t allow. There shall be no pain today. Iskandar plans for his Bonded to feel only pleasure this night.
As soon as Iskandar moves to stand, Waver shifts his grip, one arm wrapping tightly around the back of his neck to balance himself while the other remains braced on his bare chest. He doesn't break away, panting mouth seeking out more sloppy kisses and forcing Iskandar to multitask even more as he tries to rid himself of his pants. It gives Waver a chance to finish kicking his off too, a bit awkwardly and with help from Iskandar as needed, until he's completely bare, legs wrapped around Iskandar's waist and the heat of his cock trapped between them.
He barely deigns to move away even when he's set back down, refusing to lose the contact, but thankfully it seems they're on the same page. Waver arches up into him as Iskandar's body covers his, fingers sliding up into his hair and brushing through it lightly while he catches his breath for a moment.
Iskandar has other plans though, and they don't seem to include letting Waver get a full breath in before it's catching in his throat on a pleased gasp at the feeling of those familiar, calloused hands sliding down his body. His knees grip Iskandar's hips, muscles shivering beneath his touch.
Waver makes a noise, hips twitching upward, when those fingers brush his ass.
He has the same thought, a flicker of surprise, enough to bring him down a little. Just enough to actually think before he completely loses himself to mindless pleasure. No. He can't allow that, not right now. He wants to remember, to fully experience each moment for what it is, not let himself be lost in the rush. Not yet.
"W-wait--" Waver gasps, pulling away just enough to be able to look up at Iskandar's face. He takes a moment, a few open-mouthed gulps of air. Despite his words, though, his thighs squeeze around Iskandar's hips, the pressure and promise and friction between them making his whole body sing. A visible shiver slides through him, body quivering in Iskandar's arms with excitement and a little bit of nerves.
Not a suggestion. More like an order. It's quite improbable that Iskandar would ever tell him but Waver is one of the very few he'd allow to order him around. He'd still laugh but he likes his little Master being bossy. It suits him. Giving orders. He wouldn't be surprised if Waver grows up to be a great general or a strategist or a philosopher. He'd love to see that.
But right now they should move. Even if it's the last thing he'd want. With a groan of disappointment, Iskandar let's go of the boy and crawls off the sofa.
"Let's go then."
He can at least collect their clothes from the floor. It's better not to leave the mess for others to be surprised with when they come home. Especially, that he has something in his pocket he might need earlier than he thought. He picked it up on the way here.
A small bottle of relaxing massage oil. No magic. Just herbs. It was supposed to be for his sore muscles which are a sad fact now that his body is mortal again and the Heroic Spirit's healing factor doesn't kick in every time he goes a bit too far with his training. It can serve another purpose as well.
Waver almost groans too as Iskandar peels himself away, even though he's the one who said they needed to move. And they do. He doesn't want to risk Diarmuid coming home and seeing them-- or, rather, interrupting them. If he comes home and hears them in the bedroom, Waver doesn't have to know or care (though he might be awfully embarrassed later), but out here, it would certainly ruin the mood. And Waver is very much enjoying said mood right now.
The break is necessary, sure, but still a bit unpleasant. While Iskandar gathers their clothing, Waver gathers himself, pushing up off the couch with a shiver of anticipation and a bit of chill now that Iskandar is no longer holding him and he's fully naked. It does urge him to hurry to the bedroom even more, though.
Waver impatiently waits just long enough to see Iskandar grab everything and leads the way, opening the door and ushering Iskandar inside before shutting it firmly and locking it behind himself.
Good. Now, back to business.
They'll be more comfortable on the bed, too. The sofa doesn't exactly have enough room for them both to fit easily, considering Iskandar's build, but even though the bed isn't huge, it's much more manageable. Waver crawls onto it, obviously eager to get back to what they were doing.
"Drop the clothes wherever," he urges uncharacteristically. He'd usually prefer them folded or at least set somewhere neatly, but not now. He couldn't care less right now.
He might tease and take his time putting the clothes on the first flat surface that's not occupied by books but that tone still sends shivers of anticipation through his body. He'd make the boy wait longer if only he could hold off his own hunger. He can't. At least he remembers to take the bottle with him before going to bed to continue where he stopped.
"I think I can help with that," he hums, his lips almost touching Waver's ear as he pulls the boy into his arms.
"I'm just being honest," Waver grumbles, scooting back on the bed to give Iskandar more room when he's done taking his sweet time just to be a jerk about it. Contrary bastard.
Waver wraps his arms around his neck.
"Mmh-- hope so..." He groans breathlessly, and his ear twitches against Iskandar's lips, fluttering and soft.
"Keep... doing what you were doing, ah, earlier?"
This time, the order sounds less certain, shy but no less eager underneath. He doesn't know how to ask to go further. He's honestly still not sure if that's something he's entirely ready for, but he's probably never going to be more certain or more ready than this.
Nerves and embarrassment aside, Waver's absolutely sure he wants it. Wants him.
It's impossible to resist catching that ear gently with his teeth as it twitches so close to his lips. More impossible so not to bury his face in his hair, not to leave a trail of kisses down his neck. Iskandar is terrible at resisting. So he does all those things and then goes for a kiss. Because if there's something the most irresistible about the boy, it's his lips. His hands travel down again carefully mapping Waver's body. As if he could forget anything about him ever... Iskandar stops when he reaches the boy's hips.
"Ah, here I was." he whispers into their kiss before sliding his hands to caress Waver's thighs.
Waver's ear is soft and warm, the short dark fur around it deceptively fluffy around what is actually very delicate skin. And sensitive, too. Iskandar's teeth nipping at it playfully draw out a startled noise-- and a noticeable shiver.
Iskandar quickly chases away any concern that he'd keep teasing and taking his time. He's back at it, as fervently as he had been outside on the sofa, but this time Waver can fully stretch out beneath him. This time, he has room to arch and squirm, thighs widening as he pulls back, lips kiss-swollen, for a moment to breathe wile Iskandar whispers against his panting mouth.
And then, Waver kisses him again, reaches up and grabs him by the back of his short curls and draws his tongue into his mouth with a low, satisfied moan.
Beneath Iskandar's calloused fingers, his skin is soft and feverishly warm, twitching when he brushes a ticklish or very sensitive spot. Waver presses his heels into the mattress, toes curling against the sheets. It feels so good.
Iskandar for sure is the more experienced of them both but that just means that he pays even more attention to the ways Waver reacts to his touch. Every man is different and what is pleasurable for one may not be so for another. Still, it is a journey he's most eager to take. To learn where he has to touch and how.
It is a joy beyond measure that he finally has the time to do so. There's nothing else for them to do right now. No war, no dubious excuses of mana transfer or anything. Oh, there were other ways to exchange mana. All equally valid. He just didn't see why should he deny himself and the boy the pleasure? For all his protests Iskandar could clearly see that Waver desired him. Even if he was ashamed of it, even if he tried to hide it. They had so little time there and Iskandar had no chance to truly show him that there's no shame in love. No shame in desire. But he can do that now...
It is in itself quite poetic how they again need each other. The world is different, the conditions have changed, even their roles have switched. Yet there are things that always remain constant. Like the fact that Waver melts under his touch and Iskandar cherishes every gasp and moan, every twitch of muscle fully intending to elicit even more. To make the boy scream his name in ecstasy.
For that he would need that little bottle he dropped on the pillow earlier but that can wait. He hasn't finished exploring yet.
A lot of that shyness is gone right now, a mix of the full moon's effects and his eagerness now that they're actually together on the bed. Waver's own hands explore Iskandar's body slowly, a little clumsy as he slides his palms down Iskandar's neck and shoulders, his back and sides, just touching him as if to reassure himself he's really here.
Even breathless, he doesn't want to pull away. Waver pants against Iskandar's mouth, lips parted and kiss-swollen. His tongue darts out along his Bonded's bottom lip, chasing the taste before he goes in for yet more kisses. For as long as Iskandar lets him.
Iskandar will let him this and much more. For if his quest has yielded him any conclusions that would be that Waver really likes being kissed. The boy being delicious as he is, Iskandar on the other hand really likes kissing him. So they are in complete agreement on that subject.
So Waver is going to get all the kisses he wants. Oh, he plans to do so much more but all in its time. There is no hurry. They have the whole night for themselves.
His teeth are sharper right now-- in general, but especially when he gets excited with such loose control over his animalistic urges tonight. The kisses sting occasionally, little nips that he follows with his tongue. And when he needs to take a break he only compromises by moving down along Iskandar's jaw and throat, teeth pricking but managing not to draw blood. For now.
All the while, his claws grip Iskandar's shoulders, keeping him close. He's going to be all marked up -- Waver's subconscious, instinctive goal.
He grinds up, heels braced on the mattress, thighs spread around Iskandar's hips. His tongue slides along Iskandar's throat, nose brushing the underside of his jaw.
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.
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"And... er... actually, it's just work."
Waver, you need friends.
"I like to sit in on classes anyway. It'll be more interesting to go together. I can help you with your homework," he teases, crawling up into Iskandar's lap.
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"I don't have to drag you everywhere." Now, that's finally how things should be. He sets on a content smile wrapping Waver in his arms. "Especially, if you don't want to."
He knows you want, you can really stop pretending.
"And I understand work is important. Maybe I should get one."
Yes, Iskandar, that could actually help. Stop leeching off your boy as you always do.
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He lets Iskandar wrap him up close and shifts in any way needed to curl up comfortably in his arms, cheek resting on Iskandar's shoulder. His scent is strong, warm and familiar. Waver can't help but nuzzle closer, pressing his face into the side of his Bonded's neck.
"Hmm?"
Ah, yes. He's listening.
"Yes. You should. Maybe it would be easier to find a place with a stable you find agreeable if we both have an income and can look beyond the charity housing provided. Not to mention you really need to stop eating the food in the kitchen here whenever you feel like it. Not all of that's even mine, you know."
All this grumbling with his face still firmly planted against Iskandar's throat, the movement of his lips brushing skin.
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Waver, you're talking to a man who hasn't worked a day in his life, never cared for material wealth and does not really understand the concept of work per se. What people didn't want to give him freely, he took by force, with a few notable exceptions, but never kept much for himself always giving away almost everything of what he acquired. He'd need time to parse all this new information. He can't exactly do this with one half-naked wonder in his arms setting his blood on fire.
So there's a considerable delay before he's able to calm down enough to respond. Before he can think about anything else than throwing the boy on the couch and making mad love to him. But he's not here for that. Unless Waver would want it himself. Love is one thing Iskandar would never take by force.
"You're right. This is not a Grail War and I am your king. I should provide for you and not the other way round."
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And it tugs almost instantly at his animal instincts, just as much as his general desire and affection for his King. Right now, it's just much harder to resist or control.
Waver breathes in deeply, nosing along the underside of Iskandar's jaw. His tongue slides over skin, just the briefest flick of wet warmth, gone again in a moment.
"Mmm... 's okay," he mumbles, heart beating fast.
"We can provide for... each other..."
Increasing excitement means he has a harder time controlling his changes too, and they're not all physical. The need hits him with a suddenness that leaves Waver aching, the moon-madness surging through his veins the moment he starts to give into it, unraveling his convictions and urging him to indulge. Obey his instincts. Lay claim to what's his.
His breath is hot along Iskandar's skin as Waver opens his mouth, tongue sliding briefly along the curve between his neck and shoulder until he hits the collar of Iskandar's shirt. And there, he bites down, sharp canine teeth easily piercing through whatever cloth is in the way-- and if Iskandar doesn't stop him, through to the flesh beneath. Not hard, of course. Well, not too hard. But if he draws blood, it probably isn't on accident.
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He can feel it too. The warmth, the need. It's like an underground river coursing underneath, seeking a way out. Invisible and yet present. He hums with contentment feeling Waver's tongue on his neck.
When did you get so bold?
It's not a question that needs answering so he doesn't even bother asking it. The answer won't change a thing and Iskandar is already more than delighted with the result.
The pain is nothing. Or rather it's all the permission Iskandar needs to lift Waver's chin and lean down for a kiss. So delicious. He can still taste his own blood, sharp and metallic, on the boy's lips.
"Careful there. I've heard that witch's blood can be addictive."
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He lifts himself up into the kiss with ferocious enthusiasm. Waver squirms around in Iskandar's lap until he's straddling it, facing him with both hands on those broad shoulders as if to hold him in place. As if Iskandar might change his mind and stop kissing him as fervently as Waver kisses back.
Generally, Waver tries to keep his claws trimmed so they don't scratch anyone or catch on things or get in the way at work. Around the time of the full moons and especially tonight, there's absolutely no trying to keep them in check. If he pricks Iskandar's shoulders through his shirt, it's only because it's inevitable.
The warning is met only with a vague growl, muffled against Iskandar's tongue. Waver's teeth are still very sharp, but there's nothing he can do about that, and he's certainly not trying to be careful with his hungry, desperate kisses.
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It was so hard not to fall for the boy. Obnoxious little brat with dreams and ambitions not suited for his frail body and meagre talent. Already not a child and not yet a man. A true marvel to behold. He tried to but it was all in vain. Well, that is not new. His love choices were always unusual, to say the least. He seems to be more drawn to people that oppose him and by the Gods did the boy question everything he said. At least, in the beginning. They did get along eventually. And more than that.
A miracle it is that they're here, a miracle that he can hold him in his arms and kiss him. There is so much wrong in their situation. The conditions are less than satisfactory. They both lost so much. And yet Iskandar is content. That feeling flows through their bond like a constant stream of warm, golden glow. He's happy that he can just be, one hand on the back of the boy's head keeping him in place as he continues to kiss him, the other gently caressing the soft fur down his spine.
There's just one thing. Iskandar breaks their kiss ignoring any protests. He lowers his head until their foreheads meet.
"I am going to take this off," he says letting go of Waver and starting to unbutton his shirt. "Before you'll completely ruin the one good shirt that I have." Not that he actually cares about the shirt. He'd have more if he could find himself a job. That's not the point. "You can help me if you like."
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Iskandar probably doesn't want Waver to actually 'help,' considering his claws. Those won't mix well with the buttons. Thankfully, he has enough clarity not to volunteer, sitting back a little instead on Iskandar's thighs as he tries to catch his breath.
The kisses have left him breathless and flushed, all the way halfway down his chest. He licks his lips to chase the taste, but waits with perhaps surprising patience, admiring Iskandar as he moves to undress. His eyes linger, following every motion with utter fixation, drinking in the sight of him like something completely enchanting.
There's something else, too-- that steady, calm feeling of satisfaction that echoes through their bond and seems to surround Iskandar almost like a physical aura, soothing and relaxing Waver before he can get too keyed up.
The heat behind those kisses was already enough to excite him. As soon as Iskandar's shirt is out of the way, and even while he's still trying to remove it, Waver slides his hands along his newly-revealed chest. His palms are warm, skin fever-hot, fingers smoothing over Iskandar's collarbone and down the outsides of his shoulders. The moment the shirt has been discarded and no longer distracting them, Waver leans back up to resume kissing.
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He struggles with the stupid buttons even more because he just can't tear his gaze from Waver. Flushed and breathless, following his every move with hungry eyes, the boy is the very image of beauty. When Waver licks his lips Iskandar could swear his heart stopped for a moment and there's liquid fire coursing through his veins instead of blood. He takes care of the last buttons not paying attention if they stay in place or if he's just ripping them away. He doesn't have the patience for trivial matters like that anymore.
Waver's touch sends a shiver down his very core. Iskandar discards the shirt not caring where it lands and falls down to claim his lips again. To kiss the boy as if he needed him more than the air he breathes. His hands going down to the boy's waist, unfastening the fabric belt the keeps Waver's pants in place.
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Iskandar's hands sliding down his sides to search out the ties that fasten his trousers have Waver arching lazily, palms bracing on Iskandar's chest as he lifts himself up onto his knees enough to allow being further undressed. The pants are loose and spacious, but even so, it's difficult to hide the proof of his excitement tenting the fabric eagerly. If Iskandar fumbles with the ties or even if he's just too slow for Waver's fraying patience, Waver will reach down to yank at the belt himself and help him out as needed.
By now, he's thoroughly distracted from any other effects of the moons, perhaps lucky that he's still at the point where it isn't too much to contend with. It's the claws and the teeth, mostly, more fur along his back-- and the single-minded need to mark his Bonded as his own.
Waver arches closer, trying to rub up against Iskandar as soon as he's free. He's already damp around the head, cock flushed and filled out to its full, if comparatively modest size. His kisses grow more desperate. His fingers curl at Iskandar's shoulders, claws pricking automatically when he tightens his grip.
"Ah... I-I want..." he groans, barely intelligible with his mouth moving against his Bonded's.
"...you."
His tongue slides along Iskandar's bottom lip, soothing anyplace he might have nicked with his fangs.
"Always. You're... mine."
It makes him want to bite again. To prove it.
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Iskandar chuckles breaking their kiss to look at the boy. Cheeks flushed, eyes glistening, lips slightly parted and swollen. What a marvel he is. Iskandar would prefer him to all the treasures of the world. Nothing can rival this beauty.
„Well, how can I say no if you’re asking so nicely.” He says as he stands up holding Waver with one arm while trying to unfastens his belt with the other.
Waver maybe almost naked but Iskandar is yet to get rid off the last article of clothing. The dreaded pants. It would be easier to take them off if he had both hands free but for that to happen he would have to stop kissing the boy for the whole minute and unlike Waver Iskandar has little patience left. He doesn’t like being denied what he wants. Even for a short time. What he wants right now, and wants desperately, is exactly that sweet little boy in his arms.
Once he’s done with the belt, things go faster. He just has to kick off his shoes and step out of his pants that has fallen to his ankles the moment his unbuckled the belt.
Only then he manages to pull away from the kiss and put Waver back on the couch so he can remove his boxers and finally lie down himself. The very moment he’s there he drags the boy closer so there’s nothing that separates their bodies.
Nothing. Not even air.
Every cell in his body aching for contact and he sees no reason to resist that call.
Iskandar slides both his hands down Waver’s back following that line of soft fur that marks his spine and like those little ears on the top of his head just makes him more irresistible. His hands close on the boy’s naked ass for a short while before moving down to caress his thighs. Iskandar smiles with appreciation.
Waver was always rather skinny but now, due to the monster traits or simply the fact he has to move more, there’s so much more flesh to grip. Iskandar finds the change much to his liking. Oh, he really enjoyed the boy even in his less toned state. This is just an improvement over what he already liked. A very welcomed one. His fingers graze Waver’s hole, brushing over it briefly in his exploration of the boy’s body.
Not yet.
He has to prepare him first lest the experience would be painful and not pleasurable. This he won’t allow. There shall be no pain today. Iskandar plans for his Bonded to feel only pleasure this night.
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He barely deigns to move away even when he's set back down, refusing to lose the contact, but thankfully it seems they're on the same page. Waver arches up into him as Iskandar's body covers his, fingers sliding up into his hair and brushing through it lightly while he catches his breath for a moment.
Iskandar has other plans though, and they don't seem to include letting Waver get a full breath in before it's catching in his throat on a pleased gasp at the feeling of those familiar, calloused hands sliding down his body. His knees grip Iskandar's hips, muscles shivering beneath his touch.
Waver makes a noise, hips twitching upward, when those fingers brush his ass.
He has the same thought, a flicker of surprise, enough to bring him down a little. Just enough to actually think before he completely loses himself to mindless pleasure. No. He can't allow that, not right now. He wants to remember, to fully experience each moment for what it is, not let himself be lost in the rush. Not yet.
"W-wait--" Waver gasps, pulling away just enough to be able to look up at Iskandar's face. He takes a moment, a few open-mouthed gulps of air. Despite his words, though, his thighs squeeze around Iskandar's hips, the pressure and promise and friction between them making his whole body sing. A visible shiver slides through him, body quivering in Iskandar's arms with excitement and a little bit of nerves.
"Let's-- Bedroom. Now."
Breathless, but bossy. It's not a suggestion.
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Not a suggestion. More like an order. It's quite improbable that Iskandar would ever tell him but Waver is one of the very few he'd allow to order him around. He'd still laugh but he likes his little Master being bossy. It suits him. Giving orders. He wouldn't be surprised if Waver grows up to be a great general or a strategist or a philosopher. He'd love to see that.
But right now they should move. Even if it's the last thing he'd want. With a groan of disappointment, Iskandar let's go of the boy and crawls off the sofa.
"Let's go then."
He can at least collect their clothes from the floor. It's better not to leave the mess for others to be surprised with when they come home. Especially, that he has something in his pocket he might need earlier than he thought. He picked it up on the way here.
A small bottle of relaxing massage oil. No magic. Just herbs. It was supposed to be for his sore muscles which are a sad fact now that his body is mortal again and the Heroic Spirit's healing factor doesn't kick in every time he goes a bit too far with his training. It can serve another purpose as well.
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The break is necessary, sure, but still a bit unpleasant. While Iskandar gathers their clothing, Waver gathers himself, pushing up off the couch with a shiver of anticipation and a bit of chill now that Iskandar is no longer holding him and he's fully naked. It does urge him to hurry to the bedroom even more, though.
Waver impatiently waits just long enough to see Iskandar grab everything and leads the way, opening the door and ushering Iskandar inside before shutting it firmly and locking it behind himself.
Good. Now, back to business.
They'll be more comfortable on the bed, too. The sofa doesn't exactly have enough room for them both to fit easily, considering Iskandar's build, but even though the bed isn't huge, it's much more manageable. Waver crawls onto it, obviously eager to get back to what they were doing.
"Drop the clothes wherever," he urges uncharacteristically. He'd usually prefer them folded or at least set somewhere neatly, but not now. He couldn't care less right now.
"Come back. I'm cold."
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"Aren't we demanding now?"
He might tease and take his time putting the clothes on the first flat surface that's not occupied by books but that tone still sends shivers of anticipation through his body. He'd make the boy wait longer if only he could hold off his own hunger. He can't. At least he remembers to take the bottle with him before going to bed to continue where he stopped.
"I think I can help with that," he hums, his lips almost touching Waver's ear as he pulls the boy into his arms.
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Waver wraps his arms around his neck.
"Mmh-- hope so..." He groans breathlessly, and his ear twitches against Iskandar's lips, fluttering and soft.
"Keep... doing what you were doing, ah, earlier?"
This time, the order sounds less certain, shy but no less eager underneath. He doesn't know how to ask to go further. He's honestly still not sure if that's something he's entirely ready for, but he's probably never going to be more certain or more ready than this.
Nerves and embarrassment aside, Waver's absolutely sure he wants it. Wants him.
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It's impossible to resist catching that ear gently with his teeth as it twitches so close to his lips. More impossible so not to bury his face in his hair, not to leave a trail of kisses down his neck. Iskandar is terrible at resisting. So he does all those things and then goes for a kiss. Because if there's something the most irresistible about the boy, it's his lips.
His hands travel down again carefully mapping Waver's body. As if he could forget anything about him ever... Iskandar stops when he reaches the boy's hips.
"Ah, here I was." he whispers into their kiss before sliding his hands to caress Waver's thighs.
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Waver's ear is soft and warm, the short dark fur around it deceptively fluffy around what is actually very delicate skin. And sensitive, too. Iskandar's teeth nipping at it playfully draw out a startled noise-- and a noticeable shiver.
Iskandar quickly chases away any concern that he'd keep teasing and taking his time. He's back at it, as fervently as he had been outside on the sofa, but this time Waver can fully stretch out beneath him. This time, he has room to arch and squirm, thighs widening as he pulls back, lips kiss-swollen, for a moment to breathe wile Iskandar whispers against his panting mouth.
And then, Waver kisses him again, reaches up and grabs him by the back of his short curls and draws his tongue into his mouth with a low, satisfied moan.
Beneath Iskandar's calloused fingers, his skin is soft and feverishly warm, twitching when he brushes a ticklish or very sensitive spot. Waver presses his heels into the mattress, toes curling against the sheets. It feels so good.
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It is a joy beyond measure that he finally has the time to do so. There's nothing else for them to do right now. No war, no dubious excuses of mana transfer or anything. Oh, there were other ways to exchange mana. All equally valid. He just didn't see why should he deny himself and the boy the pleasure?
For all his protests Iskandar could clearly see that Waver desired him. Even if he was ashamed of it, even if he tried to hide it. They had so little time there and Iskandar had no chance to truly show him that there's no shame in love. No shame in desire. But he can do that now...
It is in itself quite poetic how they again need each other. The world is different, the conditions have changed, even their roles have switched. Yet there are things that always remain constant. Like the fact that Waver melts under his touch and Iskandar cherishes every gasp and moan, every twitch of muscle fully intending to elicit even more. To make the boy scream his name in ecstasy.
For that he would need that little bottle he dropped on the pillow earlier but that can wait. He hasn't finished exploring yet.
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Even breathless, he doesn't want to pull away. Waver pants against Iskandar's mouth, lips parted and kiss-swollen. His tongue darts out along his Bonded's bottom lip, chasing the taste before he goes in for yet more kisses. For as long as Iskandar lets him.
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So Waver is going to get all the kisses he wants. Oh, he plans to do so much more but all in its time. There is no hurry. They have the whole night for themselves.
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All the while, his claws grip Iskandar's shoulders, keeping him close. He's going to be all marked up -- Waver's subconscious, instinctive goal.
He grinds up, heels braced on the mattress, thighs spread around Iskandar's hips. His tongue slides along Iskandar's throat, nose brushing the underside of his jaw.
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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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