wizardmanor | Floor 5, Room 3

[Urianger's ears burn brightly as he's further questioned on this. If there's a public setting to talk about this at least they probably in it, but that doesn't really comfort him at all. This is so awkward, he can't even look at Ithaqua.]

I...have, aye. I had begun preparations to surprise thee with a romantic rendezvous.

[Now they're having an impromptu one.]

Heheh! [If Urianger thought it impossible for Ithaqua to brighten even more... he's wrong. He lights up considerably, and even lets go of his lover's hand to give him a hug. And put his face close to that exposed sliver of chest.]

I adore how you just start working on your ideas, because I know they will be so meticulously thought-out. Do not let go of that plan, hm? Surprise me one day, and I shall be so pleased.

[Though that doesn't change the fact that Ithaqua wants Urianger's head between his legs right now. Or his head between Urianger's legs.]

[Can they at least find a room first--

Disoriented by this turn of events and heart beating wildly, Urianger reacts awkwardly to the hug. It doesn't help that Ithaqua is right up in his tits, but it's fine. That's...fine. Plans have been thrown out the window, but he can wing it.]

...Very well. Once I have become confident that I have the element of surprise in my favor, I shall spring my carefully-laid plans upon thee.

I look forward to it.

[Now, he shall (endeavour) to spare Urianger any more embarrassment. He releases his arms to take his lover's hand again, to make for the nearest building that looks like a relatively decent hotel. After finding one-- it wasn't too far away, and clearly the Nectar district is just like that-- and they're situated in their room, Ithaqua gets down on his knees before Urianger and starts pushing his robes aside.]

[Actually getting into the privacy of a room does wonders for Urianger's constitution. He's able to relax himself to prepare for what is to come...of which Ithaqua wastes no time in getting to. He isn't even able to take in the sights of the room before Ithaqua goes right under his robes. Help.]

Ah--

[To Ithaqua's benefit, Urianger is once again not wearing pants underneath those robes. He will have no trouble finding bare legs, and more importantly, a thin layer of fabric between him and what he's actually after.]

Ithaqua, if I may... [He's hardly about to actually stop his extremely thirsty lover, but-] Was it not I who was to bed thee?

[Ithaqua digs himself back out of Urianger's robes, but hangs onto them still. His sunglasses are... somewhere. Tucked somewhere in a pocket. He managed to just not lose them in his hurry to get to his knees. But with them gone, Urianger can see how wide his eyes are.]

Why would such mean that I cannot do this? I've no intention of being the passive recipient.

The... dead fish. [He speaks those two words slowly, as if trying them out in his mouth, and scowls. The thought irritates him, and even the term annoys him.]

[Wide indeed, and admittedly quite cute.]

A...dead fish.

[The phrase feels equally foreign and unpleasant on his tongue, reinforced by his furrowed eyebrows as he repeats it.

Shaking his head, he leans forward to rest a hand under Ithaqua's chin.]

Thou needst not worry. Thou shalt have plenty to do whilst I ravish thee.

[And ravish him he will!! It's only fair for how long he's made Ithaqua wait.]

But if thou wouldst have me submit to thee as well...ought we not make ourselves comfortable regardless? Thou needst not kneel on the floor so.

Mmph.

[Is Urianger using his weakness to affectionate touch against him? Perhaps. He would not put it past his lover, especially if he needs Ithaqua to settle down. He gathers himself enough that he can look his lover in the eye.]

Very well then. But make no mistake. [Ithaqua kneads Urianger's leg through the cloth.] I truly do want my mouth on you. And my hands.

I want to acquaint myself with every part of you.

[Ithaqua really wants at him, doesn't he? Then he shouldn't delay it further. He's delayed it far too long as it has turned out.]

Thou hast made thyself clear as crystal. Never would I deny thee thy desires.

[Urianger may not show it as much, but he isn't immune to Ithaqua's touch either. He's very much looking to more where this leg-kneading is coming from.

He withdraws his hand on Ithaqua's chin so he can then offer it to help him to his feet.]

I shall make myself comfortable upon the bed for thee.

[His shoes quickly come off so that he may lay himself down, propped up by the pillows for Ithaqua's ease of access. He wants to give Ithaqua full reign to explore, but...maybe he won't mind just a sneak peek of inner thigh. Urianger draws part of his robes up to reveal as much.]

[Has no one ever taught Urianger to not provoke a beast? He should find himself fortunate that Ithaqua is one with the mind of a person, so he doesn't just jump on Urianger and bite bruises into every inch of his skin. Still, Ithaqua scrambles gracelessly up onto the bed after Urianger, even almost falling off in his eagerness. (7)

But he still manages to hold on, looking down at Urianger reclining on the pillows... He looks far too good for Ithaqua to decline. He ducks his head down, licking at that sliver of thigh with long, insistent passes of his tongue, as he moves further in, pushing more of the robe away until he gets to his prize-- Urianger's undergarments and what's hidden behind.

He gives his lover's groin a nuzzle, just to make sure he's really paying attention.]

[Not in bed, they haven't. But Urianger doesn't seem to find anything wrong with the situation he's put himself in, because Ithaqua's eagerness proves to be insanely attractive. The real surprise to him is how desirable he apparently is to Ithaqua. He's always kept himself fit, but not out of any desire to be perceived one way or the other. Never would he have imagined to be desired so...ravenously. After a brief startle at Ithaqua almost falling right off the bed, he returns to the pillows.

The immediate press of Ithaqua's tongue against a previously-untouched area of his body causes him to inhale sharply, not with displeasure but excitement. It's a novel sensation, paired with the sight of his lover's tongue dragging along the skin of his thigh. His eyes remain trained on Ithaqua as he delves further under the robes to his groin.]

Mm--

[Sensitive as it is, he feels a pulse in it just from the sudden pressure against it, radiating all the way up and resulting in a pleased murmur.

He is absolutely paying attention.]

Go on.

[He'll even keep those robes out of the way to make it easier. He'll probably need something to grip onto anyway.]

[Ithaqua smiles wide at him, pleased for the encouragement-- and the sounds Urianger makes, clearly enjoying what he's doing. Ithaqua has never done this before, obviously, but there's no reason not to lap up any and all praise that comes his way, even if it consists of sounds rather than words.

He tugs his lover's smallclothes down, and begins to lick at the revealed length, over and over. He does spare it a quick blink, mostly in regards to actually seeing the prick of another man, but Ithaqua is too ravenous to really care. (Maybe he should, since that's going into a tighter hole than his mouth soon enough.)

Eventually, licking is no longer enough for him, and he fits his lips over the head. He's read a bit, but the books never said anything how wide their characters opened their mouths.]

[Indeed, he ought to. But by touch rather than sight, Ithaqua will find that Urianger is respectably-sized. He's not incredibly well-endowed or anything, but Ithaqua has plenty to play with. All of that licking does wonders for getting Urianger's blood flowing, hardening him up enough for Ithaqua to stick in his mouth.

In the meantime, Urianger does his absolute best to pace himself so his lover has all the time he requires to explore him. It's a test of his resolve, that's for sure. Fingers digging into the fabric of his robes, he deeply but steadily breathes in and out. It becomes heavy enough to be heard after a time, providing further fuel for Ithaqua's desire to be praised for his efforts.

When Ithaqua puts his lips around the head of his cock is when he finally, albeit involuntarily, drops his gaze. His eyes squeeze shut for a second and his breath hitches in his chest. Seven Hells, that feels incredible.]

Thou mayest take all of me. [Though it's uttered as a suggestion, it's also a thinly-veiled plea to swallow him whole.] 'Tis thine- 'Tis wholly thine.

[Ithaqua's not sure that he can take all of Urianger in, not when he's certain this length can go into his throat, but he will try his best. He gives his lover a nod, pats his thigh, and then opens his mouth as wide as it can go just so he can fit Urianger in.

This is definitely different from anything he's ever done in his life, taking a man into his mouth, because he feels like his lips are being stretched wide and the length is already sitting heavy on his tongue and yet there's still more to take. He can't even swallow properly, drool starting to escape his lips. But he does his best for Urianger, to hear and see him pleasured, to know that his lover is enjoying this too.

Ithaqua really has no technique for this, he's just moving his head down and making noises as he tries to fit an elf's whole cock in there.]

[There may be no technique involved, but it's doing wonders for Urianger regardless. It takes all of his willpower to not arch his back and drive himself further in. He doesn't want to make Ithaqua choke on him.]

Ithaqua... N-Nay.

[They're in private. He can switch over to the true name. That feels far more appropriate to him. It's spoken through labored breaths as he takes in the warm and tight pressure around his erection.

Only...when he finally looks back down through a haze of pleasure, he takes note of Ithaqua's struggles and immediately feels embarrassed. He...didn't realize his size might be an issue...]

Mine apologies. Prithee... Prithee do not discomfort thyself.

[Ithaqua makes a soft noise in his throat when Urianger calls him by name, but he only looks up when he hears the apologies. He tilts his head quizzically, mouth still full, one cheek bulging from the contents of his mouth.

Then he pulls away, lips red from the effort.]

It was no great discomfort. [He wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.] Merely... lack of experience.

[Then, a pause as he looks unsure of himself.]

Did you not like it?

[Urianger never thought he'd find such salacious sights appealing, and yet here he is. He lifts a hand to brush at his lover's reddened lips.]

Oh... Far, far from it. Thine efforts please me greatly, lack of experience or otherwise.

[Ithaqua definitely has nothing to worry about there. The only reason Urianger was able to relax his grip on his robes is because Ithaqua's stopped for a moment.]

I was merely concerned thou wert having difficulties and not enjoying thyself.

Mmm. [Urianger worries too much. Sometimes it's endearing, but Ithaqua now has to assuage his worries, else they be stuck like this forever, lengths pointing to heaven and unsatisfied. Ithaqua delicately takes Urianger's thumb between his teeth and briefly scrapes it with a fang, before letting go and undoing the fastenings of his trousers.]

Tell me, lover, if I was not enjoying myself, would I have this? [Then he gives a soft sigh when his prick is released from such confining clothing.]

Having you in my mouth made me this way, because I touched you and drew sounds that were just as effective as your kisses in provoking me.

[...Ithaqua can't just nibble at him and then let him go, hello... Urianger has to clear his throat while his lover relieves himself of his suffocating confines.]

Ah... [Words fail him for a moment, so he laughs sheepishly instead and averts his eyes. It's not all bashfulness, though. It's...making him even more excited. He's happy to have been providing Ithaqua with what he wants.] How am I to deny such compelling evidence? If thou art also satisfied, then I shan't say more about it.

But... [Ithaqua leans in, placing his hands on the bed on either side of his lover's hips for balance.] Are you?

[Is Urianger satisfied? Or is he merely taking the dregs of Ithaqua's pleasure and calling it his own enjoyment? Ithaqua may want to be more than a dead fish in bed, but he doesn't want to be selfish, either.

He clambers onto Urianger's lap, breathing a soft sigh when his length comes into contact with the warmth of another body, and reaches for his elf's hands so he can encourage some exploration.]

Go on, have your fill.

I-

[Well, he was going to assure Ithaqua that is he perfectly satisfied right now, but he's also not going to say no to this turn of events either.

He breathes out as he adjusts to Ithaqua's weight on him, allowing his hands to be guided. His uses one hand to take hold of his lover's cock, running his long, slender fingers along its length and brushing the tip. The other hand cups Ithaqua's cheek in a silent plea for him to lean in just a little more for a kiss. It matters not where Ithaqua's mouth has just been.

All the while, Urianger has to fight his divided attention. Ithaqua is sitting right against the elezen's own erection, and any little shift in weight rubs it more. Ithaqua wanted to make sure Urianger's getting his fair share of pleasure, but this might border on sensory overload.]

[He has to give a shiver when Urianger takes him in hand, and suddenly, he feels so much warmer, despite the thin, lightweight shirt. He tries to tug it off, but with his lover occupying his mouth as well, Ithaqua's movements are limited.

Though the latter is more of a problem of his own making, when he kisses Urianger with enough enthusiasm that he doesn't want to pull away so soon. So he tries to pull Urianger's hand on his cheek downward, to the sliver of chest revealed by the scandalously low neckline.]

[Urianger continues to obediently follow along. Once his hand reaches bare skin, he slips it underneath the fabric of Ithaqua's shirt to glide across his chest. He'll actually help Ithaqua with removing it altogether at some point, but for now...there's something enticing about sneaking past barriers.

His other hand remains on Ithaqua's length, working it at a steady pace to help his lover along. Once the two of them need to pull back to breathe, Urianger's kisses descend along Ithaqua's chin and along his neck, but never pressing too hard. He wants to be sensual and gentle with them.]

Thou art warming up. [He murmurs against Ithaqua's neck. He knows Ithaqua doesn't like being hot, though it's kind of unavoidable here.] Wilt thou endure it for the time being?

Nnh...

[Ithaqua arches towards Urianger's mouth and hands, wanting more attention, affection, everything Urianger can give to him. There's also something to be said about having a warm, soft hand against his bare skin, while dyed linen whispers against his body as well. He can't even begin to describe the feeling.]

All of this is bearable. It's my body, after all... and yours. Such is not difficult-- nor new, I'd touched myself not too long ago. [And with his elf on his mind.]

[Urianger reads the movements of Ithaqua's body loud and clear, continuing his ministrations while exploring further. His hand underneath Ithaqua's shirt ghosts over a nipple in a calculated maneuver while the other gives a gentle but firm tug along Ithaqua's length. He shifts his own body every now and again, both reposition and also to give the two of them some additional friction. As much as he wants to focus on Ithaqua, his own needs are unfortunately difficult to completely ignore.]

'Tis heartening indeed to hear it. However... [He lifts his head to return his lips against Ithaqua's.] Assuming I am available, I shall take care of thy needs from now on. Never again shalt thou need to resort to acting alone.

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leewards - 2024-06-14 06:43 (UTC) - Expand

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we gettin nsfw beyond this point

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