wizardmanor | Floor 5, Room 3

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.]

[To the question, he nods, but he also finds the chance to smirk up at Urianger's flushed face. That's a good look on him. Ithaqua should make it happen more often... perhaps easier done than said.

Then Ithaqua puts his legs together and lifts them, to make the job easier for his lover. Now that he's slowly coming down from the high of being touched somewhere sensitive, he has more of his mind back.]

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[He sees the smirking! Cease!! Actually, no...he likes seeing that look on Ithaqua. Letting out a deep exhale, he shifts his gaze away so he can stop being distracted.

First and foremost, any buttons or zippers are quickly undone to get Ithaqua's erection free. After that, he takes hold of both pants and undergarments and carefully slides them off. Once they're discarded to the floor, he leans back down for another quick kiss.]

Wouldst thou have thy top removed as well?

[He'll address his own clothes once that's settled.]

[In response, Ithaqua slides his hands underneath Urianger's collar.]

Lay me completely bare, lover.

[Wow, what a way to phrase that. It's doing wonders for Urianger's libido, that's for sure, so his response is breathy.]

Of course.

[He starts low, gliding his hands up Ithaqua's bare legs and hips until he catches fabric. The top is made quick work of from there- lifted over Ithaqua's head, through his arms, and onto the floor.]

Now I shall disrobe.

[With a huff, he rises to his feet, and it's no guess as to why he's being careful about it. As loose as his robes may be, they can no longer hide the bulge of his arousal. He tugs them up over his head and removes his smallclothes. With that, he's ready to return to his lover and get him prepared.

He crawls back onto the bed and lowers himself enough to brush his body up against Ithaqua's- erection and all. But he doesn't stall for much longer than that. He's quick to return Ithaqua's leg over his shoulder so that he might have easier access to his hole.]

Let us see how much preparation thou needest.

[With the aid of some magic, he conjures up a bit of lubrication on his fingers and inserts the first.]

[Urianger likes to wear robes that sometimes bears skin, and while a treat whenever Ithaqua looks at him, watching him disrobe is such a meal. He props himself up on his elbows to watch, licking his lips. He wants to bite that... and he's sure that Urianger will let him, anyway.

He settles back down in bed when his lover returns, gamely spreading his legs and breathing so they can both make full use of his natural flexibility for their enjoyment.]

Likely the same as our first time... [A sharp inhale as he feels Urianger's finger in sensitive parts and he fights his body's reflexes so he can relax.] We have both been busy, haven't we?

[Ithaqua's guess seems about right. After easing his finger in and around, he brings in a second to repeat the process. As before, it will continue until he thinks Ithaqua is sufficiently stretched out.

While preparations are underway, he makes sure he doesn't leave the rest of his lover unattended. He lowers his front half to reach Ithaqua's face so that he may bring him into another kiss- as deep as he would like it.]

We have. I am glad for this lull.

[Even if it began with an argument. But what better way to make up for all of that than having some sexy times?]

When this is all over... I don't intend to let you leave the room for a whole day, at least. [Even if he says that, he's merely idly musing about the future, because his concentration is all on Urianger in the here and now, and what he's doing with his fingers.

And, eventually, what he's doing with his mouth. He kisses Urianger deeply, licking into his mouth before pulling back and dragging a fang along his lover's lower lip. It distracts him enough that perhaps Urianger can find him loosening more easily.]

[The sensation of Ithaqua's fang makes Urianger shiver, each of his exhales shakier than the last. But he can't let himself get distracted- he has a job to finish.]

...It shall be so.

[He finally responds before occupying their mouths again. They'll have certainly earned an extended room stay after everything- just the two of them, doing whatsoever they please. Urianger expects he'll be too tired to do anything else, honestly.

Eventually, he estimates that Ithaqua is loosened up enough for preparations to be complete.]

I will now take thee. Pray relax thyself.

[He knows that's easier said than done, but Ithaqua is already doing well, so it should be fine. After lubricating himself, he takes a breath and begins to slowly push his length inside of his lover. A hand is provided for Ithaqua to squeeze if he needs it.]

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