The wine is not helping. Not that Iskandar is drunk. He can't possibly get wasted with just one bottle of wine, no matter how strong. That's a laughable suggestion. What it does though, is to make his already strained self-control a little weaker.
Iskandar moves his only remaining knight. He completely ignores the piece Waver was so frantically protecting and goes straight for the king.
"Check!" he declares with a wide grin.
One more move and he's won. It's a little early to celebrate victory but he can't help himself. He moves from his place on the couch. Before Waver has even a chance to voice a protest Iskandar is already leaning down to kiss him.
Waver's protestation is cut off by Iskandar's mouth covering his parted lips. Suddenly, he doesn't care very much about winning the game... though of course the distraction is a strategy he knows by now, and he wants to be grumpy about it, which Iskandar is making impossible, which is even more annoying!
Waver kisses him back briefly, hard, and nips his lower lip as they pull apart.
He shoots Rider a sulky, flushed glower.
"Not yet."
No matter where he moves his piece though, it's only a matter of a couple more moves before he's cornered. Even knowing this, Waver refuses to just give up and call it now. He retreats.
He hasn't made a single move suggesting he's planning to go back to his end of the coach. They both should have expected that. The moment Waver started taking his clothes off this game was doomed. Now Iskandar made another mistake and kissed him. He can't help it. The temptation was too strong. Iskandar can show surprising restraint when he needs to but in matters of love, he has none. Not that he wishes to have any. He's fine as he is. It can, however, interfere with his other, though lesser, goals like winning a game of chess.
Right now he couldn't care about it less. He moves a piece. A completely insignificant manoeuvre. Not completely useless, just meaningless. He couldn't spare a thought to come up with anything that made more sense. He just wanted to go back to the more important activity he was occupied with before.
Kissing Waver.
There are so many things he loves about the boy that he couldn't possibly list all of them. Kissing him is definitely high on that list. Sex is higher but simply kissing is quite high on its own. No matter how many times they do it, Iskandar can't stop being astonished how soft his lips are. He could do nothing else but kiss him the whole day and still, he wouldn't have enough.
"You are delicious, dearest" he purrs as he goes down to claim those lips again. So sweet, he could eat him whole.
"No! I have to move out of check," Waver defends himself snappishly, scooting back even as Iskandar starts to lean in again. "It's in the ru--"
What a damn greedy bastard. Waver reaches up to grab his shoulder, not sure yet if it's to embrace or to shove away, and ends up just holding onto him for a moment, lost in the demanding eagerness of Iskandar's mouth on his own. His lips part, fingers curling tight to press his trimmed nails into Iskandar's skin. He arches subtly, instinctively drawn in, the heat of Iskandar's passion sliding through him in a tremor that shudders in his chest, down his belly to his dick, and makes his eyes flutter shut with an unbidden moan.
And then, Waver bites him. Not hard, of course-- a warning nip. And a firmer shove.
"And you're cheating."
They could abandon the game. Waver's losing anyway, and it might actually be the better option for him. But... he's nothing if not stubborn, and he plans to finish this all the way because he said he would. Plus, it's annoying that Iskandar set rules but now he's just doing whatever he wants. Typical.
Iskandar drinks up that moan with pure content. The most sublime song of the divine Orpheus or the chorus of the silver-voiced nymphs from the mount Olympus couldn't have possibly sounded sweeter to his ears right now. It's true even if he wouldn't dare to say it out loud. They might be a world away from them but still, he wouldn't like to anger his gods now that he's mortal again. He absolutely loves making Waver sound like that. He even doesn't mind the bite. Quite the contrary, he likes his boy being feisty like that. It just adds to the charm.
But accusing him of cheating? That's harsh!
"I am not!" he protests but it would surely be more convincing if he wasn't sporting that lazy smile of a content predator at the same time.
Of course, he is greedy. Of course, he does whatever he wants. You've got yourself King of Conquerors, boy. You should be quite used to his impossible behaviour by now.
"It's not my fault you're so beautiful. I simply have to kiss you."
"You'd better not think flattering me is going to work so easily!"
Of course Waver knows. Waver knows and loves him for it and still wants to smack him for it sometimes at the same time. Being with Iskandar is liberating. He doesn't feel like he has to hold back -- especially not after all that wine -- and he knows Iskandar loves him just as much for not just letting him do whatever he wants without question. Not that Waver doesn't thoroughly enjoy it when his King does inevitably take exactly what he wants in the end, every time.
It's a familiar sort of dance. Building anticipation, playing around. Waver rebuffs him just enough to make Iskandar more and more obvious in his pursuit and his flattery, and Waver eats it up while saying he doesn't care.
They're both idiots.
"I'm not giving up yet," Waver announces, dodging any further advances as well as he can to turn back to the board. Of course, he is plenty distracted, so he doesn't pay that much attention anyway. But it's the principle of the thing! Or something.
Waver makes a move to further defend his king piece. Meanwhile, his dick makes a move to further undermine his pretense that he's more interested in the game than kissing.
"It is not flattery when I'm just stating the facts."
Iskandar delivers his declaration in most solemn tone but then ruins the effect completely by kissing Waver's naked shoulder. The moment when Waver stops berating him would be when he will really start to worry. For all the tsun - that he finds impossibly adorable every single time - Iskandar knows that Waver loves him with all of his being. The way boy clings to him, the way his body reacts to his touch, all that speaks louder than words. He needs no more confirmation than that.
"And the facts are that you are impossibly gorgeous," he continues in the same tone as if he was arguing his case before the General Assembly of Panhellenic League.
Though he'd definitely tone down the lewd if that was really the case. He feels no need for such restraint now. Quite the contrary, he thinks the lewd would be rather well received by his current audience. Not without appropriate protestations, of course, but that's all a part of the game.
"It would be completely unnatural if I didn't react to that." Another kiss, a little higher now, to the side of Waver's neck. "Hence I should be absolved of such cruel accusations."
He's not the only one reacting here. With one hand Iskandar reaches around Waver, across the board to make his final move. He has the other already on the boy's stomach, sliding underneath his underwear.
"Check-mate," Iskandar whispers to his ear as his fingers close around Waver's dick. "I win"
Waver's hips jerk up, his body reacting instantly and effortlessly to Iskandar's familiar touch. He doesn't even pretend to try to resist this time.
"Oh, fine... you jerk," Waver huffs, lifting his head and tipping his chin back to let Iskandar kiss his throat more. He lifts a hand to rest it on the back of his lover's neck, thumb idly sliding over the soft skin at the nape.
"All right... I know when I've been beat. Claim your prize, or whatever."
Not that the prize will sit back and be claimed without any say in it. Waver's fingers slide further up, closing around a fistful of Iskandar's thick red hair. He yanks, dragging him back just enough to kiss, deep and hot and wanting.
The game was always just a little distraction. Waver will be sure to get his own winnings very soon, and he plans to enjoy every moment of it.
Iskandar fully intended to, hm, claim his prize right there on the couch. But then Waver drags him down for a kiss and Iskandar knows. He's made very well aware that the couch won't do.
So he lifts himself up taking the boy with him as he does it. Not breaking their kiss even for a second he makes his way to the bedroom and a large bed that's more suitable for his current plans. He doesn't even have to look, he knows the way all too well. He's feeling especially creative that day and plans to make sure they both enjoy every second of it.
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The wine is not helping. Not that Iskandar is drunk. He can't possibly get wasted with just one bottle of wine, no matter how strong. That's a laughable suggestion. What it does though, is to make his already strained self-control a little weaker.
Iskandar moves his only remaining knight. He completely ignores the piece Waver was so frantically protecting and goes straight for the king.
"Check!" he declares with a wide grin.
One more move and he's won. It's a little early to celebrate victory but he can't help himself. He moves from his place on the couch. Before Waver has even a chance to voice a protest Iskandar is already leaning down to kiss him.
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Waver's protestation is cut off by Iskandar's mouth covering his parted lips. Suddenly, he doesn't care very much about winning the game... though of course the distraction is a strategy he knows by now, and he wants to be grumpy about it, which Iskandar is making impossible, which is even more annoying!
Waver kisses him back briefly, hard, and nips his lower lip as they pull apart.
He shoots Rider a sulky, flushed glower.
"Not yet."
No matter where he moves his piece though, it's only a matter of a couple more moves before he's cornered. Even knowing this, Waver refuses to just give up and call it now. He retreats.
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"Cautious now?"
He hasn't made a single move suggesting he's planning to go back to his end of the coach. They both should have expected that. The moment Waver started taking his clothes off this game was doomed. Now Iskandar made another mistake and kissed him. He can't help it. The temptation was too strong. Iskandar can show surprising restraint when he needs to but in matters of love, he has none. Not that he wishes to have any. He's fine as he is. It can, however, interfere with his other, though lesser, goals like winning a game of chess.
Right now he couldn't care about it less. He moves a piece. A completely insignificant manoeuvre. Not completely useless, just meaningless. He couldn't spare a thought to come up with anything that made more sense. He just wanted to go back to the more important activity he was occupied with before.
Kissing Waver.
There are so many things he loves about the boy that he couldn't possibly list all of them. Kissing him is definitely high on that list. Sex is higher but simply kissing is quite high on its own. No matter how many times they do it, Iskandar can't stop being astonished how soft his lips are. He could do nothing else but kiss him the whole day and still, he wouldn't have enough.
"You are delicious, dearest" he purrs as he goes down to claim those lips again. So sweet, he could eat him whole.
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What a damn greedy bastard. Waver reaches up to grab his shoulder, not sure yet if it's to embrace or to shove away, and ends up just holding onto him for a moment, lost in the demanding eagerness of Iskandar's mouth on his own. His lips part, fingers curling tight to press his trimmed nails into Iskandar's skin. He arches subtly, instinctively drawn in, the heat of Iskandar's passion sliding through him in a tremor that shudders in his chest, down his belly to his dick, and makes his eyes flutter shut with an unbidden moan.
And then, Waver bites him. Not hard, of course-- a warning nip. And a firmer shove.
"And you're cheating."
They could abandon the game. Waver's losing anyway, and it might actually be the better option for him. But... he's nothing if not stubborn, and he plans to finish this all the way because he said he would. Plus, it's annoying that Iskandar set rules but now he's just doing whatever he wants. Typical.
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He absolutely loves making Waver sound like that. He even doesn't mind the bite. Quite the contrary, he likes his boy being feisty like that. It just adds to the charm.
But accusing him of cheating? That's harsh!
"I am not!" he protests but it would surely be more convincing if he wasn't sporting that lazy smile of a content predator at the same time.
Of course, he is greedy. Of course, he does whatever he wants. You've got yourself King of Conquerors, boy. You should be quite used to his impossible behaviour by now.
"It's not my fault you're so beautiful. I simply have to kiss you."
Flawless logic, isn't it?
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Of course Waver knows. Waver knows and loves him for it and still wants to smack him for it sometimes at the same time. Being with Iskandar is liberating. He doesn't feel like he has to hold back -- especially not after all that wine -- and he knows Iskandar loves him just as much for not just letting him do whatever he wants without question. Not that Waver doesn't thoroughly enjoy it when his King does inevitably take exactly what he wants in the end, every time.
It's a familiar sort of dance. Building anticipation, playing around. Waver rebuffs him just enough to make Iskandar more and more obvious in his pursuit and his flattery, and Waver eats it up while saying he doesn't care.
They're both idiots.
"I'm not giving up yet," Waver announces, dodging any further advances as well as he can to turn back to the board. Of course, he is plenty distracted, so he doesn't pay that much attention anyway. But it's the principle of the thing! Or something.
Waver makes a move to further defend his king piece. Meanwhile, his dick makes a move to further undermine his pretense that he's more interested in the game than kissing.
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Iskandar delivers his declaration in most solemn tone but then ruins the effect completely by kissing Waver's naked shoulder. The moment when Waver stops berating him would be when he will really start to worry. For all the tsun - that he finds impossibly adorable every single time - Iskandar knows that Waver loves him with all of his being. The way boy clings to him, the way his body reacts to his touch, all that speaks louder than words. He needs no more confirmation than that.
"And the facts are that you are impossibly gorgeous," he continues in the same tone as if he was arguing his case before the General Assembly of Panhellenic League.
Though he'd definitely tone down the lewd if that was really the case. He feels no need for such restraint now. Quite the contrary, he thinks the lewd would be rather well received by his current audience. Not without appropriate protestations, of course, but that's all a part of the game.
"It would be completely unnatural if I didn't react to that." Another kiss, a little higher now, to the side of Waver's neck. "Hence I should be absolved of such cruel accusations."
He's not the only one reacting here. With one hand Iskandar reaches around Waver, across the board to make his final move. He has the other already on the boy's stomach, sliding underneath his underwear.
"Check-mate," Iskandar whispers to his ear as his fingers close around Waver's dick. "I win"
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Waver's hips jerk up, his body reacting instantly and effortlessly to Iskandar's familiar touch. He doesn't even pretend to try to resist this time.
"Oh, fine... you jerk," Waver huffs, lifting his head and tipping his chin back to let Iskandar kiss his throat more. He lifts a hand to rest it on the back of his lover's neck, thumb idly sliding over the soft skin at the nape.
"All right... I know when I've been beat. Claim your prize, or whatever."
Not that the prize will sit back and be claimed without any say in it. Waver's fingers slide further up, closing around a fistful of Iskandar's thick red hair. He yanks, dragging him back just enough to kiss, deep and hot and wanting.
The game was always just a little distraction. Waver will be sure to get his own winnings very soon, and he plans to enjoy every moment of it.
wrap?
So he lifts himself up taking the boy with him as he does it. Not breaking their kiss even for a second he makes his way to the bedroom and a large bed that's more suitable for his current plans. He doesn't even have to look, he knows the way all too well. He's feeling especially creative that day and plans to make sure they both enjoy every second of it.