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 Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2022 9:05 am
Stumble was noticed and dismissed as irrelevant. Trey was more interested to see where this was going, though he was more and more sure he knew where it was leading.
Probing his feelings assured him he was still engaged, no hint of apprehension yet. His lanky form shifted as the slight weight of another body settled onto his lap. Such a strange feeling... Eion hardly seemed to weigh anything, but his form was solid, and there was bone and sinew to it, if not a lot of meat. Hand guided to hip and finally Trey straightened up, shifting to settle deeper into the couch. He tugged lean hips closer to his own, making sure the other's knees rested beside him, and looked up into the face now so much closer, rimmed in faint light.
He didn't say anything, didn't feel words were necessary, and took charge of the glass, tipping some of the wine into his mouth. As commanded, he didn't swallow it, though the joke hovered in the back of his mind. The taste of it filled his mouth, red darkening the seam of his lips, and he waited... alert as a hunting dog for the release of the leash. Whether he held that leash, or Eion did, he wasn't quite sure. This was different, so different, than any other time, any other person.
A ghost of fingers wrapped around his throat and he struggled not to swallow past the phantom pressure.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2022 7:42 pm
Trey's quietude was a different universe to Waru's chronic diarrhea of the mouth. It was refreshing in its own way — no words to cover up soughing breaths or gentle shifts of fabric. They had ambience enough from the silent firepit and the unobtrusive sloshes of water against the poolside. They had the chair's quiet squeaks to underline their shifts to and fro as they parsed out a language to share with each other.
Because that's what this was, wasn't it? Eion could only manage three hours like this, with his weaponized body sheathed in a nostalgic skin. A minute more and Trey could not touch him, nor would he let Trey take that chance with himself — only Waru was stupid enough to burn all his fingerprints off just to tug Faustite's arm in a different direction.
So he settled against the boy, which was pleasant for Trey's sturdiness. Found it easy to sink against him, to enjoy the warmth of a body warmer than him.
But he wouldn't settle just yet. Trey humored him this long, after all; truly Trey kept his word on being a good host. Even if Eion wondered, however distantly, if this was using the boy the same way that Schörl would use any one of them — as a footrest, as a table, as a lamp.
This close, with his arm offering him a wedge of height as it rested across Trey's chest, he had a scrutinizing view of the boy's eyes. A deep blue, maybe an ultramarine if he knew color any better, and Eion had missed it under the heavy makeup as Metallia dressed him up. Here, he looked honest. Unperturbed.
Good.
Eion brushed some stray wefts from Trey's face with short, pale fingernails. Then he sought a kiss — something feather-light, something between hello and thank you and let me get to know you. Normally Eion never smiled, but when his eyes were shut and he basked in the warm company of a boy, he could abide smiling into a kiss.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2022 9:16 pm
The quiet stretched between and around them, wrapping in a pleasant hush that made everything else just a little more intense. With no distracting voices, Trey was more aware of Eion's weight, the way he smelled faintly of smoke, and the way he looked at him, studying his face the way Trey studied his.
There was a hundred little things he'd never really noticed about Eion, though how much of that was the glamour and how much the distraction of the youma in him. The way his upper lip curved, the line of his jaw, the deep, dark color of his eyes that swallowed up all the light. Having him in his lap and leaning against his chest felt more intimate than any naked model he'd had in his bed... and far more interesting with the way it made his skin tingle. It was hard to sit still under it, to keep his mouth shut, wine glass in one hand.
That at least was easily fixed, and as the boy in his lap brushed the first soft kiss across his wine-stained lips, he set the glass down on the arm rest and reached for him, letting his long fingers twine into the dark hair. Hello was nice, the soft question in it was nice, but it wasn't enough suddenly. Trey couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this sort of a spark, if ever. Chase had been... danger and desperation wrapped around fear and a need to have some sort of control. Every civilian had been a momentary respite, but bland and colorless in comparison.
His press of lips said More, somewhere between asking for and demanding, and he still had that wine in his mouth, warming on his tongue, that kept him restrained from doing something about it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2022 4:36 pm
That first kiss was always something fun, something thrilling. Something worth experiencing time and again, across many different boys, for it was always different, and always telling. Where Waru could learn about someone through the food they ordered and their conversation, Eion seldom gleaned much of value. But in moments like these, small nonverbal exchanges, Eion felt he learned more about the boy than reading over all the gathered intelligence in their files.
In a breath, he murmured the word "share" against Trey's lips, and squeezed his side briefly. It was easiest to shift his weight just so, freeing up his arm for better uses. Another hand to press against the nape of Trey's neck, while the other wandered the peaks and valleys between Trey's cheekbone and jawline.
Netherite was maddeningly lucky to have him. Were it not frowned upon to start interoffice warfare, Faustite would have forced the eternally busy General to get transferred, and Faustite would have repossessed his best minion.
He wanted that wine, however. He had been told that drink tastes better from a priceless cup, and he wanted to evaluate that claim. And while all of his boys were priceless, none had the wealth of this one (especially Waru, who had the wealth of a dumpster baby). Despite his certainty that Taenite's bank account was endless, his pricelessness would taste and feel much different from this one's. Trey would handle it different, surely, and Eion wanted to see how.
So he pressed deeper, opened himself up more. He liked a boy who knew what he wanted — they were the easiest to get to know.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2022 5:30 pm
That soft murmur reached his ears and Trey's lips quirked.
Finally...
He was not quick to release what was suddenly a prize to be shared. The hand on Eion's hip crept upwards, gliding beneath the hem of his shirt until Trey's fingertips could feel warm skin. He cupped the back of Eion's neck and then let his lips part, flooding both their mouths with the rich, dark liquid. It masked any taste of anything else as Trey chased it with his tongue, but he explored anyway, firm and confident, unhurried.
Every moment, he gained confidence and the memories faded, replaced instead with a deep sense of the here and now. It was difficult to remember that the boy straddling his lap was actually a general. That half of him was one of those youma monsters, or that normally flames danced where his guts should be. Hard to remember how carefully polite, respectful and professional he had always been as he courted Faustite's favor in the hopes it would shore up his path to his promotion. Right now, all he felt like was a lean, enticing body and warm breath against his face, lips that tasted like wine, and fingers that slid over his skin like they wanted to learn the shape of him.
Trey traced a path along Eion's spine with his fingertips, feeling each bump of vertebrae and the hollows near his shoulder blades. Stroked back down to feel the dip as his spine curved and tease along the waistband of his pants. Slow, leisurely, attentive to where his touch might cause a shiver or a shift of weight. When he was forced to break the kiss to draw breath, he caught Eion's lip in his teeth and dragged across it, before coming back for more.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2022 7:07 pm
Seldom was his spine touched, and never at the small of his back. It was simply impossible, around all that metal and fire. Almadel's cincher banked his heat down to a tolerable level for others, but covered that part of his spine completely. The nerves proved fresh and responsive under Trey's fingertips, quite nearly overstimulated, and Eion flushed with gooseflesh from it.
Were he his normal self, and were this any other space but Trey's backyard, he'd have been more than comfortable taking the lead. But there was a freedom of new experiences to that strangeness, and because of that, his thoughts kept wandering to that pool. He lacked a bathing suit, but —
What better than to mess around in water, then warm their soaked selves by that impostor firepit afterward? Maybe he'd get Trey to fess up that Faustite was better at heating up a room.
Though, that could've been the wine talking. He swallowed that shared pull, felt warmth in its wake, felt a pleasant partial of numb in his lips. Still felt that thrilling little tug, that don't go away left unvoiced. He had no intention of stopping; he shifted to sit more surely astride the boy, for the moments they would share on Trey's couch. The hand at his nape meandered upward, fingers parted, as he carded thick, multitoned hair away from Trey's neck.
The other hand — well. He wanted to see if Trey had abs.
He indulged Trey in a deeper kiss, something long and fervent, delivered in a change of how body pressed to body. Then he broke it with a last taste of wine-stained lips, and trailed a featherlight path to the boy's neck. Easy to smother it in breath and attention.
"What say you we move to your pool?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2022 7:39 pm
The little bumps that formed beneath is fingers were fascinating and infinitely pleasing, stroking his ego with Eion's responsiveness. This was far more enjoyable than what he thought they'd be doing on his patio, and every kiss, every warm breath, gave him a pleasant fuzziness that was content to continue this, even if he was getting... uncomfortable with Eion in his lap.
Especially with his hand moving down his chest and stomach, making his muscles flex beneath his fingers. Trey's own hand slid to grip again and tug him closer, enjoying the increased warmth between them. He might have been happy to keep going this way for longer, but when his partner shifted, he felt the change between them.
As Eion's lips moved down his jaw to his throat, he couldn't help his deep shiver of reaction, fingers tightening in the boy's hair to tug him back just a little. His heart beat hard in his chest and Trey would have been surprised if Eion couldn't feel it, covering his conflicted response with a sly smile and his own teeth dragging along the pink shell of an ear.
"Are you trying to get me naked?" He teased in a low, rumbling murmur. "Or do you really want to wait while we go inside and change? I might have something that'd fit you..."
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2022 1:29 pm
It'd been some time since someone arrested his exploratory forays. Getting pulled back like that — Eion first found it a shock, then a thrill. It was endlessly rare to find someone who would stand up to hi; curious that it was Trey who did it.
And that breath on his ear — Eion sighed something exquisite. Terrible that a boy would be telling him no.
Or was it a no? Eion's eyes opened, half-lidded, as he paused. Took a moment, then two, to shift his thoughts to something halfway to critical thinking; Eion's eyes wandered to a new location every second while the rest of him stilled. "Course I'm trying to get you naked.
"Though — if we go inside, won't make it to the pool."
Lascivious thing wouldn't intend to, once they reached Trey's bedroom.whimsical blue ftb~ can do a follow up if you like! i know you got a lot to balance with the event heart
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