wizardmanor | Floor 5, Room 3

[He does as he's told, shifting to hold onto Ithaqua's arm as he does so.]

I shall. I shan't disrespect thine efforts. Believe me...I am not unfamiliar with them.

[Of course, Urianger had the benefit of still being young when he was dragged into society. He won't expect Ithaqua to give up his comforts so quickly or wholly.]

[Ithaqua closes his eyes, but instead of a kiss, he gives his lover a nuzzle from the temple down to the jawline.]

I, too, am sorry for treating you that way. [Then he places his chin on Urianger's shoulder, sighing deeply.

Apologies sit so strangely on his tongue, but he recognizes that he, too, was in the wrong. Even if he doesn't care to apologize to Bruno when he truly did nothing wrong to the man, Urianger matters more.]

[The apology means a lot, as does Ithaqua's affection. Urianger shifts to hold him close, placing a hand on the back of his head.]

Apology accepted. [He tips his head to plant a kiss against Ithaqua's head.] I thank thee for thy willingness to speak with me on this. Disagreements are inevitable, but I do not wish for them to fester.

I still need time to myself after each one... [He has to try hard not to purr at Urianger's affection.]

So I do not bite you whenever you attempt to speak to me.

[He doesn't even doubt that Ithaqua would bite him.]

Thou shalt have thy space should more arise. Thou needn't bare thy fangs...in the event of disagreements.

[The clarification, and the implication to go along with it, is intentional. Perhaps Urianger is trying to lighten the mood now that the worst has passed.]

[Now Ithaqua stands on his toes and wraps his arms around Urianger.]

Well, you would know what situations I would prefer to bite you in. [Such as when they're settled down and relaxing, and Urianger's hands somehow stray too close to Ithaqua's face when the creature is feeling lazy but affectionate. Little, fangless nips when he doesn't know how to express himself.]

[Urianger breathes a sigh of relief. For the better part of a day, he worried he may have lost this. But it was ridiculous to think that one argument could ruin everything for them. There will be times of anger and misunderstanding in any relationship. The important thing is being able to work through those problems- to listen, understand and grow.

He lowers himself further so Ithaqua needn't strain himself.]

I would, and I would know how fortunate I am to share those situations with thee.

[With his beloved young monster.]

[Ithaqua's sole response is to nuzzle more, and mumble wordlessly. He breathes into his lover's shoulder, the tension he'd been holding all day-- and even longer-- dissipating. He has been stressed and working so hard, and here's Urianger to make him feel better.]

I feel the same way. [Peace is found in this man's arms. How can he ever give this up?

Then he rubs Urianger's temple with his nose.]

You should kiss me now.

At once, dearest Ithaqua.

[He's hardly going to reject such a suggestion.

Gently threading his fingers through Ithaqua's hair, he tips his head further to reach his lips. He begins with something chaste, but decides Ithaqua deserves more than that, so he goes in a second time for a deeper kiss.

Will Ithaqua allow him to inch them toward the bed to even out their height difference?]

[Ithaqua feels himself being gently herded, and of course he allows it. Urianger's attentions, physical, verbal, emotional, have never been turned down, and Ithaqua is not about to start now.

He is rather clumsy though, reaching behind him blindly as they move, sweeping the pouch onto the floor and stumbling before he trips over his own feet and falls into an ungainly heap into bed. (3)]

[Urianger had planned to keep their lips locked as they maneuvered, but perhaps that wasn't a good idea with all the disarray. He feels Ithaqua begin to lose his footing and breaks the kiss.]

Ithaqua--?

[He barely gets his name out before Ithaqua goes tumbling onto the bed, nearly dragging him with. He'd prefer to preserve Ithaqua's pride, but he can't help himself. The absurdity of it, after the serious talk they just had, makes him laugh.]

My, Ithaqua. Wert thou exploring the bottom of a bottle ere mine arrival?

[A little playful teasing before he sits down on the edge of the bed. Twisting himself slightly, he leans over his lover and gently maneuvers him onto his back so he can return to that kissing.]

[Ithaqua himself is not so angry about his clumsiness-- his pride is not damaged by something as minor as this, in front of Urianger. He laughs as well, trying to wriggle onto his back.]

No, I was busier than that.

Your presence is enough to induce that sort of feeling for me. Heheh! [He would have said more, if Urianger didn't take his mouth again. He wraps his arms around his lover, to kiss back, to relish in the only kind of warmth he can stand-- the warmth of his lover's body.]

[With Ithaqua embracing him, it doesn't take much more for Urianger to ease himself fully onto the bed and atop his lover. He hadn't intended to go quite this far, but...]

Verily, [He breathes as he takes a small break from the kiss.] I could say the same for myself.

[...as it goes when one is intoxicated, sometimes one thing simply leads to another.

As he goes in for another round, he brings a hand up to bury in Ithaqua's hair- though more specifically he's looking to interact with one of those antler nubs. He never did get around to touching them before. Are they sensitive...?]

-- Mmh!

[He was about to respond along the lines of what Urianger should do about that feeling he gives Ithaqua, but then he feels something soft and warm on one of his small, growing antlers covered in velvet. He knew they would be sensitive given he'd seen young bucks protect them with much vigour-- he just didn't realize that they would be this sensitive.

The touch makes him gasp and tremble, hands fisting in Urianger's clothing, body twisting so he can tilt his head away from that questing hand.]

[Oh. Urianger gasps in turn as Ithaqua suddenly whips away from him, not having expected such a severe reaction. It’s as if he’s stepped on a cat’s tail…only with more intention behind it. That makes him feel worse.]

I’m so sorry. [He whispers, pressing gentle kisses against Ithaqua’s cheek. That formerly questing hand returns to his hair, petting it in an attempt to comfort.] I shan’t do that again.

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[Ithaqua mumbles under his breath before he shakes his head.]

It's fine. You... caught me by surprise. [He looks up at the ceiling past Urianger's head, blinking and thinking what just happened? ]

It was not painful, in any case... It felt like... [He waves a hand, attempting to find the right word, and it flops back onto his lover's back when he gives up and settles for an analogy.] The way one feels when another touches your head through your hair and you feel a sudden electrifying twinge elsewhere in your body.

[Almost like arousal, really. Actually... hang on... Could it turn to that? That would be awkward, though.]

It must be a highly sensitive appendage. As I recall, the velvet that covereth growing antlers doth carry many blood vessels for the purpose of nourishment during the growing process.

[Just a little biology lesson during their makeout session. Urianger hadn’t realized antlers were actually so sensitive, though, so he learned something too.

After some more petting, his hand moves down to stroke Ithaqua’s cheek.]

I’m glad to know I did not bring thee harm, but if it doth discomfort thee, then I shall refrain from repeated touch.

[Ithaqua considers him for a second, before turning his head and delicately taking one finger between his teeth, just to catch Urianger's attention. Not because his lover is regurgitating knowledge that he already has, but because he has another point he wants to make.

Then he lets Urianger go.]

I never said it was uncomfortable, you know. You should touch just a little more if you wish... It was surprising. But not unpleasant.

I trust you.

…ah.

[That gets his attention all right. A slight shiver rolls down his spine from the sensation. He imagines Ithaqua must have felt this but tenfold when his antler was touched.]

So long as it doth not hurt. [He leans down for a quick kiss.] Mine aim is to please thee.

[With that, he brings his hand back up.]

Pray brace thyself, and inform me if thou needest me to stop.

[He breathes in and returns his hand to the antler, lightly running his fingers over the velvet.]

[Perhaps that was a mistake, allowing Urianger free rein... But then Ithaqua decides whatever.

That is, until Urianger brushes his fingers over one sensitive antler, and then he just stops thinking altogether. (3)]

Nn-- Aaah! [Ithaqua's body arches as he cries out, legs trembling, hands fisting even more in Urianger's clothing and feet digging into the sheets. He's acting as if he's in the throes of passion, as if his lover was already getting to work inside him.

Appropriately, he's already hard in his trousers.]

[Now he knows that this is not an act of pain, but…ah, arousal. It helps him settle into his role all the easier. He keeps calm and steadies himself so that Ithaqua doesn’t throw him off the bed, then continues his ministrations. His long fingers lightly brush against the velvet or press along the base while kisses are pressed against Ithaqua’s lips or whatever surface is made available to him.]

That’s it… [He keeps his voice low and encouraging. He has an idea of how Ithaqua likes their intimacy now.] Fret not, my love. I shall take care of thee.

[In time, he will properly address the erection he can feel against him. But for now, he simply shifts his body to provide friction.]

Heh. [He inhales sharply, before slinging one leg over Urianger's hip.]

Ngh. You'll make me finish if you keep touching me there...

[As if that were an obstacle for Ithaqua. He's not bluffing, he's already squirming as if he's close to orgasm already. But... what's sex without foreplay?]

[Ithaqua admitting as such makes Urianger pull back for a moment to look down at him with mild surprise.]

So soon? [He draws an arm back to take hold of Ithaqua’s leg.] But I have only just begun.

[He won’t actually go so far as to try denying Ithaqua’s release, though.]

Then shall I free thee now? I would not make a mess of thy trousers.

You underestimate the effect it had on me... [He brushes his hair out of his eyes. That was certainly intense, wasn't it? He's surprised he didn't just come right then and there.]

And your effect on me. Come on, Urianger. [He shakes feeling into his arms and raises them.] Let's undress as you like, and then take me, mh?

...So it doth seem.

[Urianger was getting into the zone, but now that he's been momentarily taken out of it, it's hard not to blush a little. Is he really that good at pleasuring Ithaqua? He won't let it get to his head, but it does make him feel good.

He pulls away and carefully maneuvers off of Ithaqua, but doesn't stray too far. He has plans.]

May I...?

[He's hovering a hand over Ithaqua's pants. He did say he'd take care of Ithaqua, and that includes helping him undress.]

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uwu this is now nsfw

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